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ult5.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/23/ult5.txt | ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 23 |
sexteach.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/21/sexteach.txt | I was 10 years at the time my sisters caught me spying on them in the shower. They had been kissing and rubbing there hands all over each other's breasts and between there legs. It caused me to get a little hard-on. Even at that tender young age I knew about sex, even if I didn't know everything. I'd been getting hard-ons of a year or so, and this little show that I caught made me hard.My 3-inch peter was sticking out against my pants when the shower curtain opened wide and they saw me watching them.I ran to my room to hide but sense our folks had gone shopping there was no way I was going to get away from them. They came into my room. I was surprised that they were still naked. Then I watched in shock as they tied my hands behind my back.Jackie, the oldest, said, "You little pervert, now you can't jack off. Then to my humiliation, my 12 yr old sister Caroline took my peter out of my pants and started playing with it, rubbing it on her bare leg. I watched in amazement as my little boner sprang back to life. Then when Caroline went down to her knees and started kissing it on the head, I got so hard that it hurt.Jackie lay on the floor between Caroline's legs and started eating her pussy. I'd never even imagined anything like that in my wildest dreams. But the sounds they were making and the feel of Caroline's mouth on my stiffy was making my eyes bug out.I had never felt anything like it before. There were too many things happening, to may wonderful things, soon a feeling of extreme excitement came over me and I begged Caroline to stop. The overpowering feeling that I had to pee was rushing through me. I didn't want to pee in my sister's mouth, but deep down inside I knew that I would if she didn't pull away soon. I couldn't help it.Then my boy bucked and Caroline moaned, but held me by my balls and wouldn't let go. Jackie said, "Ewww, Caroline, I can't believe you're doing that. He's out icky little brother, that's gross!"I was having my very first boy climax, and I had no clue what was happening to me. All I knew was that my heart was pounding and I felt faint. Faint, but wonderful.After the feelings died down a little bit, Caroline pulled off me and smacked her lips, "MmmMmm, nice, was all she said. She smiled at me and licked her lips again.Finally, they untied me and went to there own rooms, leaving me sprawled out on my bed. My peter was still hard so I played with it until it felt good again. The memory of what had just happened burned into my mind.For the next two years, when our folks were gone, and they felt like it, my sisters sucked and eventually fucked me. This happened on an average of 3 times a week at least. Then one day my life was turned totally upside down. Mom walked in to my room while I was jacking off. Neither Jackie or Caroline had wanted to fuck for almost a week, and I was feeling pretty horny by then.I stopped in shock, you could have heard a pin drop! I had been about to shoot off. I almost fainted when Mom bent down to my softening dick and felt it with her hand. She pushed my hand away and began to jack me, all the while looking into my eyes with a smile on her face.Then when she knelt down in front of me and took my dick into her mouth and slowly went down on me all the way to my balls, I just about died.My cock was down her throat when I starting coming, she gagged and trying to pull away, but I was having none of that. I gripped her hair in my fist and shoved deeply into her throat and shot everything I had.She tried to swallow, but a lot of my spunk came out and dripped down her chin. I didn't mind the mess, her mouth was a lot better than my hand, even if it turned out to be messy.When she had drained me of my load, I watched in wonder as she crawled up on top of and, fumbling around she inserted me into her moist pussy. I was amazed, she just pulled her skirt up and tugged her panties to one side and slid down on me.We fucked until she climaxed. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced. When she was done, she smiled at me and rose off my stiff dick. She looked down at me and said, "Thank you sweetie, I really needed that." Then she tweaked my slickened dickhead with her thumb and forefinger, making me jump, and left the room.Author's Note: I'll do part 2 later. Right now I have to jack off. I made myself horny telling you about what happened to me when I was a kid. ****-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*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 21 |
candid.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/18/candid.txt | |
chastity.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/72/chastity.txt | A friend had told me about a strip club where at about 10:30 each night one lucky bloke was invited onto the stage for a blow job or sometimes a fuck, so I went to check it out. It only cost twenty quid to get in. I found an aisle seat. A porn film was on when I arrived, some blonde with big tits getting it good. Soon enough the guy cummed on her face, the movie ended, and the house lights came up. Looking round, I saw it was an old-fashioned place, with a low stage and about 50 seats in a small auditorium. It was about half full. I was about 10 years younger and about 15 kilos lighter than almost everyone else there, so I figured I stood a pretty good chance of being chosen for some action. Music started and the PA introduced the 'artiste' as Chastity, which got a big guffaw out of me. There are plenty of strippers I wouldn't want to touch with a barge pole, but luckily she didn't fall into that category. She was hot; tall, shapely, with curly blonde hair, a pretty face, and a reasonable attempt at a genuine smile. She wasn't wearing very much, of course, and soon she wasn't wearing anything at all, apart from thigh-high leopard-print boots with those ridiculous platform soles and high heels porno producers seem to think are sexy. Her tits were high, firm, and real, with incredibly long nipples which she pinched and pulled repeatedly. Her puss was shaved. She tottered down off the stage, looking for a willing participant. She sat on the laps of a couple of guys and squirmed a bit to check out how big they were. One guy had a nice close-up view of her cunt as she sat facing him, legs straddling the arms of the seat. I thought she was about to choose him, but she climbed off and walked over to me. I'd been stroking my cock in my pocket and had a pretty good stiff going. She touched my face briefly before turning and planting her arse firmly on my lap and grinding down. I pushed up a bit so she'd be sure to feel my hard-on. She leaned back so her mouth was by my ear and whispered: "Nice big dick. What's your name?" "Joe," I said. "Would you like to join me on stage, Joe? I'll make you cum." Woo hoo! "Sure," I replied. She took my hand, and led me to the sofa on stage. The houselights dimmed, and she took control. "Take all your clothes off; don't distract from me; sit in the middle," she said quietly. While I quickly undressed, she titillated the audience, rubbing her tits and showing her pussy. When I was naked she turned to face me, spread her legs a bit, pushed her bum out toward the audience and her chest toward my face. "Nice body. Suck on these nips, baby," she said, as her hand snaked down between her legs to her pussy. She stroked her cunt while I feasted on those amazing nipples, which hardened under my eager tongue. After a minute she pulled a condom from her boot and ripped open the packaging with her teeth. She unrolled the rubber on my hard-on and with no preamble bent her head over and started sucking nice and hard on my cock. I could see over her head a few guys in the audience scrambling down to the front for a better view. This was fun. A hot tart giving me excellent head, while a bunch of wankers watched, wishing it was them. She was side-on to the audience, kneeling on the sofa. She took it really deep, her lips repeatedly pressing up against my pubic bone. After a while she stopped sucking and climbed on top of me, facing front so the wankers had a perfect view as she took my dick in her hand and made it disappear up her cunt. I was amazed at her wetness, seeing as I hadn't even touched her. I guess the audience was enough stimulation. I'd never been fucked in this position before, and it felt really good. She leant back, one hand on my chest, the other from what I could see of its position and how she was moving working her clit. She glided slowly up and down my shaft, squeezing it with her pussy and making nice 'ooh' and 'ahh' noises, more for the audience's benefit than for hers or mine. I could see a couple of the wankers jerking away in their trousers, red faced, breathing hard. She leaned back again and breathed in my ear, "Squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples. Not too hard, mind." I did as she said and pumped up into her more strongly. She made her moans louder and arched her back in what must have looked like a pretty strong orgasm. I knew she was faking it, though, because there were no contractions on my dick or any extra wetness. Even so, I was certainly enjoying being fucked in public, so much so that my orgasm was not far off. After a little more hard pumping, my cock grew even bigger and it was obvious to Chastity that I was about to cum. She jumped off and sat beside me, pulled the condom off, and went to work with her hand. She was really skillful, holding it tight but not too tight, working with a good steady rhythm and bringing her thumb up to the ridge of my dick head. One of the wankers must have managed to cum in his pants, as he was sitting slumped back and still. The others were still whacking away feverishly, but I got there first. I moaned as she brought me up to the edge and then over it. With a big grin I watched the jizz spurt up over her hand and splash onto the stage. It felt great. She continued working my cock with her hand until the last drops were out, then told me to dress. She stood up, bowed, and said, "Thank you, guys, hope you enjoyed that. I did, and I know Joe here did. Let's give him a round of applause." As the applause started, she scooped up the clothes she'd discarded earlier and walked off stage, waving over her shoulder at the audience and blowing me a kiss.END |
valerieanddeena.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/79/valerieanddeena.txt | Author Note: I would love to hear what you think of my story.***I watched out my front window when the Lacombe family moved into the house across the street. I guessed he was thirty or a bit more, He appeared very much the rising member of management of whatever company he worked for. He drove a Volvo.She looked about a year or two less than thirty. They had two boys just old enough to go to school. She was a cute petite ginger haired doll with a decent figure and stood about five foot four give or take.About an hour after they arrived, the moving van showed up. Shortly afterward another car came with whom I assumed was her younger sister, who took care of the boys in the backyard while he and she gave directions for the furniture to the movers. I could tell she was sweet by her actions and her smiles. And thoughtful as well; she had fresh lemonade made for the movers. I made a decision on the spot. I made a pot of spaghetti and meatballs plus some toasted garlic bread. When I saw the movers pack up their furniture pads and those things they use to carry heavy furniture. I was ready. As the truck pulled away, I went over to introduce myself and welcome them to the neighborhood. After we exchanged names they were Henry and Valerie (Call me Val) and the kids were Timmy and Tommy. Oy vay!They agreed to come over to my home for dinner. Over the meal I told them I was in the process of getting a divorce and was waiting for the lawyers to negotiate how much I was to get and that I did not work except to do some writing of romance novels with some minor success. That seemed to impress Valerie and I promised to give her a couple. I stayed out of their way the next few days unless they needed directions or help. After the boys began school, I suggested that Valerie could join the same gym I did and we could work out together. I already knew from her demeanor that she was likely to go along with my suggestions.After the boys left for school on the bus, I'd drive us to the Gym every morning before I'd work on my stories. She'd be on one elliptical and I'd be on the next one. Afterwards, in the locker room, I noticed that she would always watch me in the shower. I would watch her also. After a week of going to the Gym together we became great friends. Sometimes we stopped someplace to get a coffee and split a bagel or we stopped at one of our homes.Some afternoons we would go shopping together. Not just groceries but for clothes and things. Bit by bit, I led her to wear more sensual clothes, nothing revealing, but showing more flesh and snugger sizes.Wednesday of our second week of exercises together, Valerie complained about her muscles aching. I suggest that she come home with me and let me give her a warm oil massage. I told her how good I was at massaging muscles and weariness. I got a tired smile from her. I gave her my brightest smile. She looked at her watch before she agreed. I parked in my driveway. She followed me into my home. "Go straight into my bedroom, I need to pick up a couple of things."I stopped at the linen closet and got our largest towel, two smaller ones. Then I made a quick stop in the bathroom for a warm, wet wash cloth and the bottle of warm rubbing oil. Val was almost naked. She still had her panties on. In a firm voice, I said, "Take off all your clothes and lie down on this towel on your tummy. She looked doubtful, but did as I said. I put one small towel over her cute little tight ass before I turned on some soft music and lit three aroma therapeutic candles. With the blinds closed, I took off my clothes. Nervously she said, "Umm, why are you taking off your clothes?""Relax honey. It's more comfortable this way. Besides I don't need to get any oil on my clothes either. Now, put your arms out away from your body and spread your legs a little bit. Relax and let the hurt drift away."I climbed onto the bed and straddled her. As a first step, I used both thumbs to press alongside her backbone, then up to her neck. I did that up and down a couple of times, then used my fingers on her neck and shoulders, feeling for small stress points.Satisfied, I slapped my hands together and rubbed them hard and fast to build up some heat. Pouring the oil in both palms, I spread it over her shoulders to below the blades. I didn't really massage as much as I rubbed the oil into her flesh. I did each arm from the shoulders to the finger tips, each finger separately. My hands and fingers worked their way down her back in small circles. Upon reaching her buttocks, I removed the towel to drizzle oil on her cheeks and into the crack. The rub continued down her thighs, to her feet and each toe. This took about forty minutes.I flipped her over onto her back, spread her legs further and retraced my path on the front and inner sides of her legs to her Vee. The tension was visually disappearing from her body. She was humming tunelessly sprinkled with soft sighs. Her eyes were closed and her lips wore a smile.I moved to her shoulders and began to work down her torso, giving her Navel Orange sized breasts extra attention. Her areolas were adorably puffy and the nipples were engorged. She whispered, "Mmm, that feels so nice. I'm so glad I came."My hands rubbed circles over her tummy, around her belly button and to her mound. It was lightly covered with fiery red curls. Her body jerked a little as I rubbed over the mound and onto her lips. I concentrated on them until they began to unfold.I was surprised at the size of her clit as it slowly slid out from under its hood. I washed the oil off my hands with the wash cloth to begin a gentle caress of her sex from the hood to her anus. I leaned closer and sent warm, wet breaths against her sex. Her hips began a slight wriggle in time with my caresses.In slow steps, I lightly teased her clit with one finger while with one finger on my other hand I caressed a bit more firmly around her urethra and entrance. I couldn't but help admiring how prettily pink she was to start but was now becoming darker as blood rushed to her vulva to ignite her nerve endings.I slowly pushed a finger into her vagina. She said, "Oh, nice. Yes, please do that."Her hips pushed back against my fingers and she began to sing. "Umm unf, umm, ooh, unf... Coming, unf, yeah, I'm gonna come... Umm unf... Oh god!"She shrieked and her body stiffened while tremors ran through her tummy and her legs shook. Then she exhaled loudly and collapsed. I wondered if she knows how loudly she is when she climaxes. I crawled off the bed to get a light blanket off the trunk at the foot of the bed and covered her. I bent down to kiss her and she threw her arms around me, pulled me tight against her and returned my kisses with passion. I disengaged her arms, kissed her forehead and said, "Rest sweetie."I put on my dressing gown, blew out two of the candles and slipped out of the room to go to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. I had to process what happened, how that quiet little girl became so passionate and loud. I knew I liked it and began to think in terms of a possible stronger relationship.***That was the beginning. Over the next couple of weeks, I extended my control over my pretty lover. Valerie had lightly resisted at first, but in slow steps, my charisma overwhelmed the younger woman and she became more submissive with me. Bit by bit I continued to change the clothing styles she wore when we were together. She became impatience to get to my bed after mornings at the gym. She covered me with kisses when she came over in the morning after the kids were on the bus. More kisses followed while we were in the showers after our workout. She let me fondle her, but I would not let her reciprocate except for kisses.I increased how I touched her, with firm love pats on her ass, caresses of her thighs in the car and quick rubs of her pussy. I told her to lean towards me so that I could play with a nipple. She was quick to obey each step.Two weeks after the first massage, I stepped up my efforts. I had already begun to wear opaque nylon tights, rose colored, black, white or pale blue. At my place I wore a strict expression to cover up how much I took notice of how she enjoyed this next step. I had her pour us each a glass of wine. After a sip I instructed Val to make love to my feet through my hose. My panties dampened from her efforts. She did so with passion. After a few minute, I pulled her onto my lap."That was very good, Valerie sweetie."With a shy smile, she said, "I can't believe the things you make me do but I love it all."I knew that Val discovered a new passion in her submission to me. I think she began to look forward to my orders. "Valerie, darling, I want you to kneel naked on the floor." I put a thin white leather collar around her neck. "That is an indication of my love and affection towards you. Now put your hands on the floor behind you and lean on them while lifting your ass off the floor a couple of inches. This is called the display position. I want you to take this position whenever I say 'Display yourself.'"She immediately took up the position. Her small breasts were thrust outward, her areolas began to darken and puff out. Her nipples peaked nicely. I bent down to lick each one before I gave them a pinch. She moaned as her eyes watered, but she smiled."Oh my lord, you have no idea how beautiful you are right now. I wonder how long you could hold that position for me."After a dozen minutes, I saw the strain in her face and her arms and calves began to quiver. "You did wonderful. You may get up now and kiss me."If I had any doubts before, I knew I owned her now. We spent the next week testing her. I had her wear ever more revealing clothes. She was not allowed to wear a bra or panties, even when I insisted she wear a short skirt and a short top. I would ask to come over in the evenings when her husband was home. I waited in my panties and a blouse for her to arrive.She would come right over. She came in to stand before me and lift up her skirt to show no panties then pull up her top to show she was braless. Then I would send her to get us a glass of wine.She come back with the glasses and prepared to sit in my lap, but paused so I could lift up her skirt. After a sip or two of wine I would pull up her top to bare her breasts so I could touch her. Just a little bit, here and there. Each day, my touches would linger more and become a bit firmer.She was interested in everything I did to her, confused often, but excitedly interested. I found ways to reward her 'good behavior.' She wouldn't get a flash of my pussy unless she did just the right things. If she didn't promptly do what I wanted, I would ignore her and her kisses. I make her get on the floor in the display position, but I wouldn't look.Or I would not invite her over in the evenings and would drive her mad by pretending I had appointment after morning gym time. After a week, she broke down and begged me to let her come in after gym.She cried and said, "I can't stop thinking about you. I miss your touches and kisses so bad.""If that's so, Valerie, show me your cunt."She immediately lifted up her skirt. "I'm not wearing a bra either. Shall I get you a glass of wine?" "Not interested." I smirked and went into the kitchen. She waited then followed me. "Deena, what do you want from me. Just tell me."I looked her up and down. "Get naked."She rushed to pull off the skirt and top and toed off her sandals."Now slowly turn around and show yourself to me."She did as I ordered. I wanted to emphasize her obedience to my desires by small repetitions. In succession I ordered her pick up her clothes and put them in the living room; pour us some wine; sit in the opposite chair and play with her tits.I smiled in triumph and was ready for the next stop. "I want us to make love. I want to fuck you. Are you ready for that?"She became visibly disheartened and weepily said, "I've never been with a women like that. I don't know how to make love with you. How can you fuck me?""I will teach you. Men don't know how to fuck a woman properly. I intend to fuck you like you've never experienced before." She began to shed tears. "I can't. I think I better go home."***The rest of the week she didn't go to the gym. But I ensured she would see me go out in the evenings while I wore sexy outfits. Next Monday, after her boys were put on the school bus, she came over in her prescribed outfit and knocked on the door. I let her in. She immediate stripped down and began to beg me. "Please teach me what you want. I need you. I promise to do what you tell me.""Is that so Val? I hope you mean it because there are no more second chances." She was nodding her head like one of those bobble head dolls. "Maybe there is hope for you yet. Have you ever eaten at the Y?" She had no idea what I meant. "Do you mean the YWCA down town?""Lie down on the floor and spread your legs." She quickly did it. "Look at yourself. Do you see the Y?She looked and looked. It was like the light bulb lit up. "You mean I should lick your pussy?""And I shall lick yours. Come with me." I stripped down, went into my dresser and pulled out my harness and a vibrating dildo. "Val, meet your new lover. Shall we call him superman? Sit on the edge of the bed."I loved the look that spread across Val's face. It was of equal parts of unbelief, anxiety, and desire. But she knew that she was actually going to do whatever I said or we would be through. I knew she was my complete submissive lover. I made sure that she would wear that face frequently the next couple of months.I tightened the harness around my hips and set the seven inch purple dildo in the harness before I came up close to her. "Open your mouth, sweetie. I'm sure you gave your husband if not others a blow job. Now you will give me one. Make sure you get it well covered with saliva so it'll be good and slippery when I fuck you."She smiled weakly at me, with The Look, before she bent to her task. I was impressed she took the full seven inches into her throat. "Now, get up on the bed on your knees with your head and titties also on the bed like my good girl."I was going to rub her to get her lube flowing, but she already was sloppy wet. I hunched up behind her and slid my plastic cock into her vagina. She took it like she was used to its size. I began to wonder how big Henry was. Or maybe she wasn't as pure as she gives out. As I thrusted deep and shallow, she soon matched my rhythm as I tried to go deeper. She must have wanted this a lot, because in seconds her song began. In two minutes she orgasmed and she didn't stop. She had one after the other, squealing louder each time. I finally pulled out of her just to quiet her down.She flopped down on her back and grinned at me. "You were right Mistress Deena. I feel properly and happily fucked. I am completely yours to order about. What shall we do now?"Why should I stop now? "I would like you to lick me to an orgasm."She sprang up to help remove the harness and pulled down my panties. She didn't wait for me to lie down but pushed her mouth right to my pussy and began to lap like there would be no tomorrow. I manage to fall back enough to get out from under my legs. She never stopped licking me the whole time.I started to reach my peak. I've had Lesbian lovers before, but sweet little Valerie was the best cunt licker ever. I felt like I climaxed before I was ready. It didn't matter as she kept on licking my clit and slid three fingers in my vagina. I came about as often as she did until I found the strength to push her away.I flopped on my bed and pillow. She was right there with me, her face was covered in my juices and she was dripping on my tits as she began to give my nipple a serious sucking. What have I created?***The rest of the week, including Saturday morning, she would be at my house as soon as she could get away. She would beg for me to fuck her, which I would do. Then she would eat me to a series of orgasms. Sunday I didn't see her. It gave me a chance to prepare to take her to the next steps of her submission.I went to do a little shopping. First I went to my favorite lingerie shop and bought her some items, then went to a store that sold BDSM items and purchased some other things. When I got home, I put the stuff away and waited for the next day.***I heard the school bus stop and pick up her kids. A minute later she was in my living room, clothes piled by the door and kneeling in front of me. She smiled lovingly and her eyes were bright. I smiled back and handed her a box. "Open it, it's for you."She hastily opened the box and lifted out the pink leather collar. She had a puzzled in her face. "What is this for Mistress?""Why, silly girl, you are to wear it when we are together and any other time you wish."She turned in over and over and giggled when she saw "Sweetie" imprinted on it in bold red. She smiled at me again before she opened the clasp and put it around her neck. I saw she had a problem fastening the clasp so I bent down to help her. "You may make love to my foot in appreciation."She bent too my feet to do what I asked. She has become quite effective at it. While she was busy with that I reached behind the cushion and took out a large flat box. "Sweetie, you can stop now. I have some other things for you."Her eyes twinkled in expectation. I still find it hard to believe how well trained she had become in so short a time and I have yet a need to punish her since the week of avoidance. She opened the box and held up the big hole stretch transparent fishnet bustier with stretch lace trim, front ribbon tie closure, attached garters with adjustable straps and matching stockings all in virginal white. It left her equipment uncovered. "Put it on and model it for me please."As I expected, it fit her perfectly and hid absolutely none of her charms. I stood up from the couch and kissed her. While she returned the kiss with passion, I clipped the white leather leash to her collar.What I always enjoy about Val is her reaction to each new thing and action I introduced to her. She'd seemed to be unaware of the existence of such new toys and each surprised her. She looked at the leash that I held before her and the expression on her face was once again priceless. "I have to wear that?" her eyes said, in disbelief.I am quite used to this look on her face. The one that says, "I can't believe that I let you do these things to me." It's there quite often since she became my sweet subbie. I sat down and spread my legs and gave a little tug on the leash. She quickly knelt between my legs and I sighed when I first felt her tongue in my pussy. But she does what she's told anyway. She's a good girl. She never says no, and takes everything I do to her. I can't wait to show her off.After I came a couple of times, I said, "Go in the bedroom and get your boyfriend ready."She trotted down the hall. By the time I got there, she was licking and sucking on the new dildo in the harness. I adored the way she looked in the bustier and stockings with her swollen nipples pushing against the material.I reached in with both hands to give the nipples a little pinch and tug. She moaned in response. I waited. She looked at my face and bounded off the bed to carefully fit the harness on me, ensuring the straps were just right.Before she could get back on the bed, I stopped her and said, "When you come, you get very noisy and we don't want the neighbors to hear you. So, I have this lovely purple ball gag for you, sweetie."She didn't object as I fastened it in her mouth. She simply watched with those adoring eyes. When I nodded, she crawled onto the bed and took her position. I clambered behind, used a finger to test her wetness and found she was dripping.With a grip on her hips, I slowly slid my cock into her until I felt it hit her cervix. I backed up a bit to make sure not to injure her and began to pump away. She began her noises right away, even her "uh, unf" sounds were loud now despite the gag. I went for a new record to give her seven orgasms before I pulled out.She was happily exhausted as she rested in my arms after I succeeded. After a few minutes she said, "It is so amazing. My Henry never does that for me. I rarely even have an orgasm because he is in such a hurry to finish. I was warned that we would have sex less and less often as the years went by, but now we're down to two or three times a month. I wonder if he fucks one of the young girls at work.""But you have me now sweetie. I told you men don't know how to properly fuck a woman. When you feel rested enough, we can sixty-nine. Would you like that?""Oh yes, very much my dearest Mistress. Anything you wish is my desire.""Very good, for now I wish you would clean off your boyfriend before you snuggle up to me and suck on my nipples.As she suckled on a nipple and I tugged on hers, I thought to myself that I had plenty of wishes in my mind. I would pop a new one every couple of days. Her lessons have been coming along well. Not many weeks ago, she acted in horror when I began her with pussy eating. Now she dives in with relish and is one of the best I've ever known. When I had enough I ordered Val to make lunch and a pitcher of iced tea. She could serve us out on the patio. I wanted to test her reactions. Although she'd been outside and shopping with me wearing just her little skirt and bandeau, this time she would wear only the bustier outfit with ballet slippers. I knew she'd be nervous although we were only in my backyard.When she brought everything out to the patio, I said, "I am quite proud of you sweetie. You always do as you are told. Earlier you said you'd do whatever I wished. Well, I have a new wish. You are not allowed to relieve yourself without my permission when we are together. Do you understand?"She turned red but said, "Yes, of course my Mistress. Your wishes are my desires."We spent the next hour or so chatting about this and that. I kept her glass filled with the tea. She began to squirm in her seat until finally she said, "Mistress, I have to go to the bathroom.""Why?"I could see her thighs were pressed together as she said, "I need to go.""What do you need to do there?""Her face was almost crimson. "My bladder is full."I could not help but tease her. "Do you mean that you have to pee?""Yes please.""Then ask me if you may.""Mistress may I pee, please.""Of course you may, but do it over there in the grass."She looked where I was pointing and back at me in shock.""Well, you better go before you pee all over my furniture."I wished I had a movie camera. She had both hands pressed on her pussy as she took mincing steps over to where I pointed. When she reached a spot she turned to be with pleading eyes.""Yes, you silly girl, do it right there, facing me. No one can see but me."I had to admit to myself that it was cool in a kinky way to see her squat down with her legs well apart as she released a small flood. When she returned, I grabbed a tissue, beckoned her to me and I wiped her pussy dry. Then I went into the yard, lifted up my skirt and relieved myself much as she had. I came back and said, "That felt really good, did you enjoy your pee?""Yes my mistress. Shall I clean you?""Please do but use your tongue."She briefly hesitated before she went to her knees and began to lick my pussy in return. When done, she looked up at me. I bent down to kiss her head and said, "Thank you, sweetie; do you enjoy licking my pussy?""I do very much, my Mistress. I always want to give you pleasure.""Would you lick someone else if I asked?""If it pleases you, I should. Do you have someone in mind?""No, but I think we should go inside and practice our sixty-nine."***Thursday, after I fucked Val with her 'boyfriend' and while we were resting in the usual manner, I said to her, "Tell your husband that he needs to stay home and babysit the boys tomorrow night so you can go out.""Uh huh. Ooh, pinch me harder please." After she calmed down she voiced her concern. "What do I tell him when he asks where I'm going?""Tell him anything. Tell him you are looking for something to do in the evenings without the boys hanging on you. You'll think of something. Just be here by seven. Wear casual clothes when you leave your house."She arrived five minutes before seven, wearing a colorful strapless summer dress. She lifted up the skirt to show she wore no panties. I laughed. "That's okay, you can take it off. I want you to wear your white bustier. Come with me. I have a cute silk skirt for you to wear."She was adorable in this outfit. I pinched her nipples so they stood out. She has rather large nipples and puffy areolas that puffed up with the attention and tented the bustier. Their darker colors were very visible. She went to the full three sided mirror to admire herself with the silky skirt. She turned to me with a question in her eyes. "Shouldn't I wear a little jacket or shawl to cover my titties?"I shook my head and had her sit at my vanity so I could apply makeup. I used a fire engine red lipstick, a bit of blush on her high cheek bones, but spent the most effort on her eyes. I did her eyelids, then used a pencil to outline her eyes and extended their look in an upward curve. I gave her thick lashes with special mascara. She would attract attention anywhere we might go.We went directly into the garage so her husband wouldn't see how she was dressed. I headed out of town and down a county road to an ancient bar, restaurant and inn. It was a major lesbian hangout. Inside there was a long, curved bar, a number of small round tables with chairs, an open area for dancing and a small platform. It was fairly dark inside but not quite as gloomy as the typical bar. The restaurant served mainly light dishes mixed with burgers and fried chicken. On the second floor there were eight or nine private rooms.I escorted her inside and found an empty table. An old fashioned jukebox played music of all eras from the forties to current hits. A few couples were on the dance floor. Val looked all around with eyes like saucers then turned to me and said, "There are no men here."I nodded. "Just behave and be your sweet self."A busty waitress came over to get our drink order. She didn't wear much more than Val. I ordered a Strawberry Haze for each of us then led Val to the dance floor for a slow dance. There was no question who would lead.I pulled her in tight and pushed one leg between hers. Val was practically riding my thigh. She alternately sighed and moaned as my thigh rubbed her pussy. I had to nearly carry her back to our table. She sat down, grabbed her drink and knocked back half of it. I got the waitresses attention and ordered two more.Shortly afterward another slow song played. An older woman came over to the table to ask Val for a dance. Val flinched and pretended to be deaf. I was angry, pushed my chair back from the table and said, "Get over here!"She responded quickly, got up and was ready to sit in my lap. "Uh uh, girl, not on my lap, lay across my lap on your belly. You just embarrassed me in front of everyone. Now get over her and accept your punishment."Even in the dim light, I could see her blush. The redness covered her face, neck and top of her chest. She took tentative steps to me and lay over my knees. I flipped up her silk skirt and spanked her, ten times on each cheek. I didn't hit her that hard, just enough so her cheeks turned rosy.She tried not to move or cry out, but I knew shed tears. When I was done, I told her to stand up, go to the woman and apologize then beg the woman to spank her. She stood up, looked at me with pain in her eyes and went directly to the woman."I'm sorry Ma'am. This is first time out with my Mistress and I was confused. I would be pleased if you still want to dance with me, but first you must spank me for my bad behavior."The woman sat down and patted her thighs. To her credit, Val directly lay across the lap and endured another spanking. Her cheeks were almost as red as her lipstick. Bravely she let the woman take her to the dance floor. Meanwhile I poured most of my first drink into her glass.The dance over, I instructed her to drink up. "You're falling behind." I pushed the full glass to her. "Ready, set, bottoms up."She drank it empty. I kept pushing her to catch up. I knew her bladder was filling up. After her third glass she said, "I have to pee Mistress. Where's the rest room?""Excuse me. Where do you pee when you're with me?"She sounded downfallen. "Oh, I'm sorry. Will you come with me please?"I held her hand as we went outside. Not far behind us were four other women who quietly followed us. We found a bit of grass behind the building. She carefully lifted her skirt and squatted. Then she saw the others come closer to watch. It was too late, she had to go.When she finished, she realized she forgot to bring a napkin to wipe herself. However, one of the women came to her and said she be glad to help her get cleaned up. Val smiled shyly. "Thank you."To her surprise the woman picked her up and sat her down on a garbage can, lifted up her skirt and bent in to lick Val's pussy. Val was too shocked to move or say a word. The woman really worked her tongue on Val. I knew Val was getting worked up.Soon she began her "umm unf" song and in seconds she had a noisy orgasm. So much had I sensitized her to climax quickly. The woman pulled back and looked at her with a huge grin. She bent in to kiss Val on the lips. Val surprised me by kissing her back.My little subbie amazed me. I took her back inside and arranged for one of the rooms upstairs. The four women followed us. Of course, it was all a set up. As soon as the six of us were in the room, two of the women undressed Val, not that there was that much to remove. Two others made the bed more comfortable with a pile of pillows. Each of the women stripped down individually while the other three kissed and caressed every part of Val's body. Meanwhile I stripped down and took the 'boyfriend out of my oversized purse and strapped it in place. I covered it with lube and waited by the bed. Two of the women helped Val onto the bed and into position. The other two helped me get behind her. I could feel Val's excitement. It was palpable. Maybe pheromones were heavy in the room. I fucked my sweetie slow and easy. A woman was on each side of her played with one of her nipples. She was noisier than ever. She was fully aroused and the smell of her arousal filled the room.We set a new record of nine orgasms. When I pulled out, the others kept her in place. One took off the harness and put it on. I gave her the lube and she climbed on board. Val accepted the 'boyfriend' and fucked back.All five of us fucked her until she passed out. The others got dressed, thanked me and left. I lay down next to Val and drew her close. Even in her sleep, her mouth found my nipple. We both slept.A knock on the door woke me up. A voice said, "It's twenty after two, time to get up."I woke up Val. She was half asleep still. I wrapped her in a sheet and walked her downstairs. Her clothes were in my bag with the 'boyfriend'. I took her to my house and put her to bed. She slept until nine. After she took a long shower, she put on the summer dress and went home.***When Val came over Monday morning, she acted very differently. She rushed inside and flew into my arms. I saw she had been crying so much she had no more tears left. I led her into the kitchen and boiled water for some herbal tea. Slowly her story came out."Henry railed at me and claimed I slept around with other men behind his back. Then he said I attended an orgy Friday night with the bitch across the street. And he slapped me more than once. He ended by locking me out of the bedroom. Sunday morning he tied me up and left me on the floor while he took the boys to her parents."She ended in a wail. "He wants to divorce me."I put the tea makings on the table and fixed us each a cup. I sat down and thought about what I should say. Inside I feared I went too far Friday night. Not with her that much. Her sexual appetites seemed endless, but by getting her home way too late may have damaged her marriage. Without any idea what to do I said, "Sweetie, what can I do for you?"She lifted her head to look at me. Then she got off her chair to sit in my lap with her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. She sniffled before saying, "Hold me. Tell me you love me and will always be here for me."That blew me away. I kissed her on the top of her head and said, "I do love you, Sweetie, you know that, and I will always be there for you. Maybe this is my fault. I led you to so many new things too quickly."She squeezed me. "No Deena, you opened doors for me. I never had such wonderful sex in my life. I am not afraid to try new things. I love you so much."I was speechless. I took her into the living room and sat in the big easy chair. She climbed into my lap again to rest her head on my shoulder. Shortly I felt her hand pull up my top so she could fondle my tits and twist my nipples.I slipped my hand under her sundress and drew circles on her nether lips until the folds opened. I caressed her from top to bottom and back again. When I felt her wetness, I slipped two fingers into her vagina and finger fucked her. She soon began her 'umm unf' song. Five minutes later she stiffened as her orgasm roll through her. I never would tire of her orgasms.I let her recover and wished she'd finger fuck me. Instead she kissed me passionately and thanked me.That evening, her husband came home and talked to her. The next morning she came over in her white outfit like nothing happened. Over our tea she told me what happened. "Henry apologized for getting so angry. He doesn't want a divorce. He even took back his accusations about her acting the slut with other men and agreed to let her have some evenings free to go out with me or any other female friend as long as I didn't have sex with another man."He then said that we must stay together for the sake of the boys and try to be a family. I accepted his apologies and agreed the boys should be a mutual concern. I feel so good that I want to skip the gym this morning and want you to fuck me till I drop."I was stunned and was able to barely whisper an okay. She got off me and stripped off her clothes then ran into the bedroom. When she returned she had the harness in one hand and was licking the dildo she held in the other.She waited for me to disrobe. She fastened the harness on me and locked in the dildo before she dropped into position on the floor. She looked at me over her shoulder and I realized she was impatient for me to get in place. She was insatiable this morning. I fucked her on the floor, on the couch and on the big chair. We kissed for a while to rest, then I had to fuck her on the kitchen table and finally on my bed. She didn't forget me either. She licked my pussy a half dozen times and we did a sixty-nine three times. By noon we ran out of steam.First we showered together then we prepared the tub for a hot herbal bath. I got in the water first. She got in when I was comfortable and sat between my legs and rested her head in between my tits. Periodically we ran the hot water to keep the bath hot. When we had enough of the bath, we dried each other off then she went to make lunch. I was not allowed to help.We cuddled on the couch while she waited for the school bus. When she needed, she casually would go in the back yard to pee. In fact she would pee outdoors when we were in the park or shopping or we were back to the Lesbian bar.One day, at home, she forgot to bring a tissue to clean herself. I put her over my knees when she came in the house and gave her a good spanking. She kissed me when I was done. Spankings became a regular activity thereafter, at least twice each day.The next day she was back and we had a more usual day. An hour or so in the gym, sex in my bed. Around eleven I said it was time to get up and get dressed. "I want to get us some new clothes and we have to be back before the school bus brings the boys home. Your regular wardrobe is so drab and unexciting."Her eyes were hopeful. "Thank you my Mistress. I can't wait to dress to please you."We had a ball shopping together. I bought her a sexy long black fishnet dress that featured spaghetti straps, criss cross detail in front, and risqué criss cross peek-a-boo back; it was made of nylon and spandex fabric. It was completely transparent except for her breasts and genitalia.I couldn't resist buying her a little black Lycra tube dress that hugged her cute body. It was a mini dress with binding detail on the sheer mesh torso. It was followed by a cute red lace camisole with underwire bra cups with matching red bow in between and garter straps. She could wear either her white, black or red mini skirt to complete the look. I also bought stockings to match. After a coffee break, she modeled a halter lace apron babydoll with ruffle trim along bust, hem, and straps. It came with a matching G-string that she would need when she wore it outside.But I was not to be left out. I bought each of us a matching corset that was fashioned with boning, a front bust closure, lace up back, and lovely trim detail. It was like a mini dress and very snug. Mine was black while she chose red. I liked the matching outfits so much that I bought us another outfit. It was a simple stretch suede halter top with grommet details and buckle front accent that ties around the neck and back with matching buckle mini skirt. This time we both bought white ones and of course we bought shoes and stockings to mix and match. Sweetie was so adorable in the shops. She loved modeling the clothes and often attracted other shoppers. I heard a lot of nice comments. We couldn't wait to wear these clothes when we visit the Lesbian Hangout and some dance clubs.We enjoyed our times together. We had orgasms nearly every day, sometimes in the morning and sometimes in the evening as well. Fridays she stayed with me until the morning. It felt so good when she snuggled up close while we slept. More often than not her mouth would fasten onto one of my nipples and every so often would suckle for a bit. I wished I would lactate for her.I did learn that I could lactate without a pregnancy. I bought a breast pump and between her on my tits and the pump, I had my nipples sucked four or five times a day. After about a month I did begin to lactate. Sweetie went nearly overboard. She would suckle before we went to Gym in the morning, then again at lunch time and before she had to be home for the boys.She always had an excuse to come see me nearly every day so she could suckle and get fucked. She didn't ignore my pussy needs either. I was never so much in love with someone.***It was around this time we worked things out with Henry. Sweetie told me that the company he worked for was very old fashioned and straight laced. They did not insist on their managers be married, but if they weren't or, worse, divorced, they would never get promoted and their yearend bonuses were reduced.I was rather surprised how reasonable Henry was about it. Obviously his work was more important than sex and Sweetie got all she wanted from me. They hired a thirty year old Latina housekeeper-baby sitter name Marisa. After six months Sweetie would learn that he bopped her once a week. Sweetie didn't care, because now she need not suffer his weekly half-assed fuck.Sweetie lived with me from Friday mornings until Sunday mornings. We began to go out on Wednesday nights and rarely got home before three in the morning. The only fly in the ointment was when she had to attend a company affair with Henry. When they returned home, she'd come directly to me. She couldn't wait to get out of the clothes she had to wear. She quickly got between my legs to lick, kiss, and suck my pussy. I had some of my best orgasms those times so I could hardly complain.When they had to attend the company's annual picnic one Saturday, I decided to visit an adult store. I explored the sex toys and picked up some; such as, a vibrating clear jelly butt plug, 10 anal beads and a set of ben-wah balls. I found a dildo for the harness that had an extension that would slide in and out of my vagina. I bought it thinking we could each have a simultaneous orgasm. The store manager showed me a remote control egg. The egg came with a four inch antenna that could be used to pull it out of Sweetie's vagina. It should rest on or near her G-spot. It was guaranteed waterproof and the control had ten vibration settings. The control unit is small and easily fit in my palm. I bought it.Saturday night when she came over to spend the night, I introduced her to the butt plug and my new harness dildo. I lubed up her ass and slid the plug into place. It wasn't a very big one and we both enjoyed my application of the lube with my fingers. She got into position to be fucked. I lubed the dildo and slid it just inside her entrance. Then I manage to set the plug vibrator going as well as the dildo. She couldn't stay still. Her hips were rocking and rolling as I fucked. Her song was really noisy this night. I bet her husband could hear her across the street. Meanwhile my spot was stimulated while I thrust deep and back. We each had multiple orgasms that were rarely simultaneous. I had four and I think she had six when I was beat and had to quit.I pulled out and shut the vibrators off and took off the harness, but left the plug in her ass. She crawled on top of me and began to kiss like she never had before, one hand was pinching my nipples sending electric shocks down to my clit and I soon came again. Meanwhile she kept have little orgasmic waves from the plug. She left it in even after she fell asleep. I think her desire for frequent sex has become a need of some kind. It was certainly intense. But I enjoyed every moment of my time with her. However her moans and the buzz of the vibrator kept me awake. I finally pulled the plug out and shut the vibrator off.***To make up for having to go to the picnic, Henry agreed she could spend Sunday morning with me. We showered together, helped each other with makeup, not too garish this morning and wore our matching corset dress with stockings and four inch spike heels. I took her to a fancy and expensive place for brunch.But before we left, I put the egg in her vagina. She looked quizzically at me. "What's that for?""You will find out." Her submissiveness was displayed in her patience with the egg inside her. We got comfortable in the car and I drove off. At a red light, I turn on the vibrator at the lowest level. She looked confused at first then smiled at me. At the next red light I went up one level. She squeezed her thighs together, smiled and said "Ooh."We hit two more lights before we reached the restaurant. That's when we had a problem. There was valet parking and Sweetie had to pee. She was shifting from foot to foot. I took her inside and even before we were seated I led her to the ladies room where I had her stand on the bowl and squat. The sound of her pee hitting the water was almost musical. She finished and I wiped her dry then helped her down and put the egg back. We washed up and went to the hostess to get seated. I ordered us the champagne brunch with mimosas, a spinach and three cheese omelet and croissants.I quickly had the egg at setting three. After the food came, I went to setting five. She was a bit twitchy in her seat. I sent it up to ten and she nearly screamed, but I quickly turned it back to three and left it at that setting. For being such a good girl, I ordered coconut cream pie with our coffee. It's one of her favorites.On the ride home, I kept running the vibrator speed up and down. She had three orgasms on the way home. Once in the house, we stripped down and did a sixty-nine. She was so wet and tasted so good that I licked her to three more orgasms. That wasn't really hard to do. Valerie comes so easy these days and never seems to get enough.At eleven thirty, we showered and she put on the clothes she wore to my place and went back to her home. I spent part of my afternoon planning some more surprises for Sweetie.***After the gym on Tuesday I took her to an office in a strip mall. The outside has the appearance of a medical clinic. Valerie wore her surprised look, but she said nothing. At the receptionist's desk, I said to the cute young receptionist, who wore a nurse's costume, "Valerie is here for her appointment."The receptionist checked her book. "You are right on time. Please go inside and take the first door on the left. I helped Valerie get undressed and into the chair that was very similar to the examination chair in an OB-GYN's office. She showed signs of nervousness, but again did as she was told without comment.An attractive looking man about our age came in. He wore slacks and a white shirt. Over the shirt was a jacket like those my dentist wore. He was very businesslike and had little to say other than a brisk "Good morning. I see the young lady is ready, so let's get started.He examined her breasts, especially the nipples. He nodded approval, sprayed each nipple in turn with a topical anesthetic then took out a long needle. He dabbed the nipples with alcohol and wiped the needle, then slid it through a nipple. With another needle he repeated his actions with the other nipple. Valerie gave a little cry at the piercing and she looked even more nervous.Then he fitted each nipple with a ring whose ends fitted to lock and make them look whole. The nipples were bathed with alcohol pads. He turned to me and showed me a tray of jewelry that I picked out the day before. I selected the short chains with little hearts with a jewel in the middle. The tray also held a chain of small jewel like stones ending with a larger one and a metal chain with two tiny bells.He turned to me and said, "Now pay attention so you know how to attach and remove the jewelry. Then I will demonstrate how to care for her piercings. I paid very strict attention. I knew her breasts would be tender for a couple of days. I already purchased a soft padded bra for her to wear until she healed.Next he worked on her navel. Instead of ring, she received a bar. I had the same choice of jewelry and picked a match. I watched her face when he brought out the needle with a platinum bar before he rubbed her labia and pushed them apart. He checked her clitoral hood and clit. He looked up at me. "The lady has a rather large clitoris and appears very sensitive."I peered closer and her clit was extended from under the hood and she was lubricating. He was even more careful this time as he pierced the hood, constantly cleaning and drying it. Then he inserted the bar. He cleaned her three areas one more time. He gave me some alcohol gauze packets, a special spray to guard against infections, and a kit to clean the piercings. He ended with a warning. "If she breaks out in a rash or if touching any of her new jewelry causes the slightest discomfit after a week, go see a doctor. She should not have sex for that week. We need to let the piercings heal. Here are a couple of pamphlets with full instruction for the care of them. If you have any questions later or want some piercings for yourself, please call me."He turned to Valerie. "You did very well young lady. You were very brave and you are even more beautiful now."She smiled prettily at him and I could see she lost her nervousness. I helped her put on the bra and I had a pair of soft white panties for her. I hadn't seen her dressed in underwear for weeks.It was a long week without sex. In commiseration, I wouldn't even let her eat me out, but she still could milk me, which she did with enthusiasm. At my home, she spent a lot of time looking at herself and her decorations in the full length mirror. Afterward, she would thank me in glowing words and give me long tongue filled kisses.***The following Tuesday, we went to the gym, She was tentative at first, but quickly adapted. At home, we gingerly attempted a bit of sex play. We ate each other out and I used the egg with her. In that whole time, Henry never said a word, but, of course, she wore more normal clothing at their house.Wednesday afternoon, I replaced the hearts with the little bells. They would tinkle when she walked. Valerie wanted to wear the new outfit I bought her. It was made of a shear white cloth with horizontal ribbing. It was comprised of a long free flowing mid calf length skirt and a matching sleeveless blouse. In the right setting it was practically transparent.She loved it right away and began to dance around the room, the bells were ringing like a Sunday morning, except not so loud. Then Valerie came over to hug and kiss me. "I'm glad you like it. It's what you will wear to the hangout tonight. You won't need stockings but I have a pair of light blue ballet flat slippers to go with it.That evening at the Lesbian hangout, she was the star for the night. Everyone wanted to dance with her. I often saw her taken to the ladies room. She told me that instead of her licking them, the others wanted to lick her and make the bells tinkle. She was thrilled with the attention. She has become the consummate exhibitionist. Before the night was over, she took off her top to dance. When we were home, I fucked her to seven organisms and had three of my own. We love that two way dildo.***Saturday I had another surprise for her. For our post lunch sex play, I had her get up on the bed in the standard position. I had peeled and prepared a four and half inch finger of ginger root, including a concave retention ring. The smell of ginger by itself was alluring. I also had another little piece for her clit.I had to wear medical gloves while I handle the ginger or I might get it in the wrong places. First I rubbed it briefly on her nipples. They seemed to extend further than usual. Then I rubbed it on her clit. She was singing already and wiggling her ass. I held her butt still and pushed the long finger up her ass until I felt her sphincter grip the ring.Her ass was really in motion now. I knew it stung but it also heightened the nerve endings. I let the ginger do its magic for a minute while I lubed on the dildo. Grabbing her rocking hips to get them still, I pushed the dildo all the way in her vagina.There must have been a little ginger juice on the dildo because Valerie went wild. It was all I could do to stay inside and fuck her. And fuck her I did until I could not move. I lay on her back, dildo inside her and rested. Her wild bucking slowed, but she still rocked.With some exertion, I slid the dildo out, took off the harness and tossed it aside. When I rested my head on the pillow, Valerie was all over me, sucking and biting my nipples. She was rubbing her clit as if she hadn't cum enough. She begged me to pinch her nipples. Lord, they were at least a half inch long, hot and hard, like diamonds.After a few minutes when I had rested sufficiently, I got up, scooped up the still twitchy beauty in my arms and put her in the tub to use the flexible hose to wash off her tits and pussy. I put on a glove, withdrew the piece of ginger, tossed it in the trash can and washed her anal passage the best I could.When she seemed calm, I washed the rest of her and paid special attention to her piercings. I lifted her up, wrapped a big bath towel around her and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, she looked up at me with a smile. "Oh my love, that was so intense. I thought my nipples, clit and ass were on fire. Every nerve in my body was screaming. Can we do that again one day, but not right away please?"I kissed her softly and said, "Sure Sweetie, if that is what you would like."She put her arms around me to pull my nipple to her mouth and began to suckle. Her eyes were still closed and she moaned as she sucked out my milk.***Later, while eating the dinner she prepared for us, I had some questions. "Sweetie, you let me do all kinds of things with and to you. You let me choose how you dress and how and when we make love. Why do you let me?""Gee, my Mistress, because I like to make you happy. It's how I prove my love for you. I'll do anything you ask me.""Can I fuck your ass?""Whenever you want my Mistress, is what I want.""And what if I ask you to lick out my ass?""Of course I will, my Mistress.""What if I take off your clothes in the middle of downtown and spank you? Will you thank me and kiss me when I'm done.""Yes, you may do whateveer you wish with me. You rescued me from my boring, nothing life. You fulfill all my sexual needs and give me your love. I need nothing else.""Okay, what if I told you that I want you to lick someone whenever I pointed to a person and say, "Lick her." No matter where, in the hangout, on the dance floor, in the park or in the mall parking lot.""You need only point and I will obey you. I will obey all your orders. I love you.""God, Sweetie, I love you so much. Come sit on my lap and kiss me."***That summer we went to a nude resort and spent a week without clothes. She proudly wore her jewelry including the gold anklet, bracelet and the collar imprinted with "Deena's". I wore a bracelet imprinted "I love my Sweetie." I'm not sure which pleased her more.As time flew by, we remained in love with each other, maybe even more so. I would test her obedience on occasion, she always complied. After the first year I no longer needed such reassurance. We walked holding hands or our arms around each other's waist. We ignored the louts who called us names. We had each other.Almost five years to the day that I first fucked her, Henry told us he was taking a new, better job in another state and wanted a divorce so he could marry Marisa. He sold their house and gave her half the proceeds and anything in the place she wanted plus alimony of a thousand dollars a month. She only wanted pictures of her boys. They were now in a pricey college preparatory school.A year later we married. I sold my home and we bought a nice little cottage on thirty acres out in the country, not very far from the Hangout. Our life was quiet, private and idyllic. As I type these last few words, she is under the table giving me a good licking. I have to go because I'm about to come for the fifth time today. Live well."I know no other both as powerful and strong as the sexual connection between a passionate Dominatrix and a loving Submissive." Author unknown.The End |
pandoras.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/pandoras.txt | This is a true story. Some may wonder how crazy I am, others will quietly nod their head in acknowledgment.Hopefully others when they read this story will be as aroused as it make's us.I am a very lucky guy, I a married to a very Bi sexual woman who is just as into the swinging lifestyle as I wished.She is a Filipina, note the capital F. I mean she was born and raised in Manila, educated near there and has only been sexually active for 3 and a half years. She has only been in the United States for 2 years.She grew up in a large, traditional and loving Filipino family. As is the custom, you stay at home with Mom and Dad until you marry. She was 35 when our online courtship began.I pursued her with ardor and amour and it worked. Soon the ether world was buzzing about as we chatted on line. The talk became more sexual over time.With phone calls we started phone sex and cyber as well. That was when the truth came out, by me opening Pandora's Box if you will.Jade was considered an old maid in her culture. Yet from the first picture I knew she was the Pinay who captured my heart and soul. The fact that I was 10 years older, and very horny and into swinging only turned her on. Which is unusual given the typical internet sex based only thing add to that her strict upbringing.To put it into context when she was in her early 20's she would occasionally steal away from her family and her girlfriends and go to Angeles city and watch the bar girls. She wanted to be up on stage as well. The women made her so horny and some of the guys at the club turned her on as well. If only....she thought.This was after she had discovered her older brother's porn tapes. She used to watch them when the house was quiet, around 4 Am. Then she would run to her bedroom, sometimes Jade would put a pillow and then straddle it as she rubbed her clit. Humping the pillow, which was her imaginary cock. She would then cum multiple times pretending she was riding a man.Then some special tapes arrived. They had FF scenes in them. All made in the Philippines and rather hard to get. She said "The first time I saw two beautiful Filipina's kiss and make love I practically had to run to my bedroom, despite a panty liner my shorts were sopping. It scared me as I had never been so turned on that so much pussy juice came out. I remember lying in bed, popping my hymen and licking my hands until I could finger bang my pussy with two fingers. As I was fucking myself I closed my eyes and pretended it was a woman like on the tape, I could not stop cumming. Finally, the sheets were saturated and I realized I had been masturbating for two hours and my Family was up."Panicked, Jade stripped the bed, took a shower and had a very uncomfortable breakfast, her sisters all asked her what was wrong. Her mom wanted her to go to the Doctor, Jade hurriedly left for work."What the heck is happening to me, I am a virgin, but I want sex so much" Jade said to herself.She went to work and then after to church riddled with guilt.That night she found another tape this time with two women making love and then four guys joining. This was too much for Jade and again she went to bed and masturbated for two hours.I taught her about the lifestyle long distance. She accepted my side but thought she could cure me.Then when she told me she might be bi I really pushed her to let it all out.She was sexually frustrated, imagine going to one of your innumerable Pinay girlfriends home's on a Friday night. The booze is flowing and soon the talk turns to sex. One of her GF's was not married but had a live in BF. The other 4 are married and just really horny women. Their sits Jade, listening to all of this sex talk and no partner. She called herself a pathetic virgin.The next day she was riding a Jeepney home. They are VERY crowded and it take's a bit of movement to get a seat.Jade sat next to this "Guapo" (handsome in Tagalog, the language of love) Pinoy or Filipino. It is hot in the jeepney and she admires his looks. She noted his knee moving back and forth. "Oh my god, this guy is rubbing me!" think's Jade.She finds herself mesmerized and rubs the guy's thigh with hers. He nonchalantly raises one elbow and starts massaging her breasts from the side. Despite the crowded Jeepney, know one was the wiser. The trip and fondling took about 20 minutes. After which, a panting Jade gets off the Jeep. With trembling legs and a sopping "Kiki" (pussy in Tagalog) she enters the house.Mom starts freaking out and Jade complains of a migraine and says "I need a shower and a cold towel Mom"Jade takes a long shower, for the first time ever she; using scissors first trims her hairy bush. Then trying to emulate the porn girls she shaves her pussy. She ends up with a triangle pointing to her engorged clit and is disgusted that her brown outer lips hang so low. "Gross kiki lips." Think's Jade.Little did she know how prized those very large labia would become when we married. She went into her bedroom and her Mom brought in an ice cold towel and placed it on Jades head and eyes.It was so hot, like everyone else at home, shorts and a tank top without a bra was what Jade wore. Her Mom stayed rubbing her feet until Jade fell asleep.As soon as Mom left she got into a doggie position and put two fingers in her pussy. "I was imagining that guy was pounding me. I kept pushing my fingers in and out as fast as I could, god was it torture. Finally I felt this odd feeling like I was going to pee and then I came and some a gush of juice came out." Jade related to me on the phone.I explained to her that she hit her g spot so well that she squirted. She was sooooo curious as I told her all about it."Mahal (tagalog for love), I am going out of my mind. My family is worried, thinking I am peeing the sheets from two big orgasms each dawn. What do you want me to do? You know I love you and only you but I have never felt these feelings. I want it so bad. I want to be like those girls in the tapes. I want cum, I want to fuck men and women. What is going on?" cried Jade.It took about an hour to calm her down. By this time her family, especially mom knew about me. You see I asked her Mom for permission to court Jade. I scored big time pogi points. (Pogi is another term for a handsome guy so essentially Pogi points with Mom meant that she approved of my manners.)They were used to us talking on the phone. I talked to Mom and explained that Jade and I were talking marriage and for two nights she cried herself to sleep. "Are you going to marry my daughter?" asked Mom. "No ma'am, we are really happy and falling deeply into love and I am afraid Jade is just emotional" I told Mom.That seemed to settle the families concern over Jade's health crisis LOL.It brought us closer together and I explained that by swinging, swapping, her being bi, it keeps the spark alive for some couples. It makes for great sex with others all the while remaining faithful. The big payback is after you play, you go home with your partner and fuck like animals reliving the event.The more I taught Jade about the lifestyle the more open minded and very curious she became. It took a couple of weeks of mutually surfing when we stumbled on a swinging site with a WM, Filipina bi sexual moderator.They had a series of questions as to whether the lifestyle is for you or not.We worked like the married couple we felt as if we were as we answered the questions.I had Jade take a couple of digital pics of her with her nipples exposed from her bra.Her breasts are gorgeous. Somewhere between 34 A and B. Her Nipples are bigger than a pen, just two HUGE brown nipples, god you just want to suck them.I posted an add at a swinger's site and her first date was with a Lesbian Filipina."Oh my god Mahal, the first time I kissed a woman I started shaking because I felt in my soul that I am bi sexual. I calmed down and it was heaven sweetie, thank you..." said Jade, tearfully.She had to go to Hong Kong and before she left she connected with a WM and his Filipina bi sexual wife. After a long business day, Jade changed into casual clothes and had a drink nervously as she awaited this couple.With one drink in her system she looked up and in front of her was this beautiful Filipina.She was so turned on as this petite goddess had no bra and her big brown Pinay nipples could be seen by Jade through her blouse.They had a couple of drinks and realized Jade was a virgin. The other lady stroked Jade's thigh and whispered "You do like girls don't you Jade, it said you were bi at your add." said the female half.With that Jade got up abruptly and cleared her throat. "I am in room 207, kindly let me freshen up and come up in ten minutes," said Jade.She went upstairs to put on the lingerie she had bought in Hong Kong that day. It was white, sheer, so you could see her breasts and it had a white g string. It contrasted so nicely to her skin.The couple came up and the woman and Jade went wild. "My god sweetie, it was so hot as we both could not wait, I truly do not know who was attacking who," she laughed.After making out and sucking each others tits they easily laid side by side eating each other. This was the first time Jade had experienced someone pulling her big lips with their lips and teeth.They both came and then went down on the guy together until he was hard and huge. He put on a condom and for the first time Jade had a cock inside her. It hurt at first but "After a minute I was making sounds like a porn star and I couldn't get enough of his cock," recounted Jade.When the guy switched to doggie (her favorite, especially if you push her head down or grab her by the hair.) the woman put her pussy in front of Jade."Sweetie, I was so hot, I had a cock in me and a pussy in my mouth, promise me we will never change!" said Jade."Mahal, I am so proud of you, that took such courage and to be able to be comfortable being bi is great. God I wish I were there. What are you going to do back home? I asked."Baby I have been to the inter net café here, I have three couples mailing me. I just thought of this Mahal; I only want bi sexual women," she said."Mahal it is ok, you knew this way before you met me.""It's true, I recall gym class and I was so embarrassed because I kept looking at all my naked friends. I am so grateful you let me be myself. I had no idea," sighed Jade."Keep the pictures coming honey as they help me out a lot "I laughed. I mean I got to see her with another woman and a cock inside her. God I just look at the pics and practically cum in my pants.Back home she settled in with three couples and she played at least twice a month.Then it was time for the trip she had planned long before me. A contract of employment in Connecticut came through. It sucked being in school on the west coast but we sure saved money on the phone.She somehow connected with a bi Filipina and her Pogi WM bf. After fucking them they started collaborating and soon every couple of months they would host a party with about 4-5 pre screened couples. All the women had to be bi.So while Jade was getting it on I patiently waited.Finally she came to visit and when we got to my flat (now our home) I had candles and soft music and we made love, we fucked, we ate each other. She literally came like 20 times from me eating her, ass fucking her or pounding her pussy with my fingers, hand or cock.She was insatiable. She explained that she was always horny but she loved me and it changed her so. When she moved in with me we had some success in the lifestyle. But Jade was disappointed.It was not like Connecticut and easy to go to NYC.We would go to places where other Asians were, the city, special markets, etc. When we saw a woman we both wanted we squeezed each other's hand three times.We both realized Jade was way beyond the swinger bi women. In that they only were bi when with the male half. Jade was so attracted to these women it was fun to see.One time we were at the Market late at night. A Korean-American woman with a powder blue, skin tight track suit was ahead of us. I noticed the lady moving about as if something were the matter.I looked at Jade and she was just openly staring and flirting with this hottie, her nipples poked through and an embarrassed horny hottie fled the building!**That night as we were making love she told me of a party back in NYC."Sweetie, pound me, fuck my pussy hard. Baby in one night I fucked three guys, does that turn you on huh?" Jade challenged.She kept me pounding her until sweat was poring from every pore and my pelvis bone was bruised. Finally she was cummed out and I was near dead. "Baby, I need another cock," said Jade.We talked about how awful our schedules are and how we have so little time together and we are always horny.So she got a guy who is her regular Friend's with benefits fuck buddy. I go to work at night and he spends the night. Fucking my wife. Sometimes I see them fuck, it is a turn on and Jade gets what she wants.She put an add at craigs list for a woman. She hooked up with this Thai Lesbian at Starbucks. I walked past them to make sure she was ok and went home and eventually fell asleep.A wine and pussy filled Jade jumped on me and started stripping. She recounted how they went to the lady's home. How they drank wine and talked and Jade kept staring at her huge braless tits. She just attacked this lady and had a great night fucking each other.This made me so horny as she told it that I fucked her pussy until she came and then her ass until she and I came at the same time, my throbbing cock shooting sperm into her ass.She has her best orgasms with anal sex. But it depends on the guy. She called this woman two times without a response.It broke her heart "I feel like dirt, a one night stand, I thought there was something there, I wanted more of her," lamented Jade.It took months of healing for my bi wife. Then she started corresponding to a Bi Pinay at the adult swinging site. She was a few years older than Jade, huge breasts, and quite pretty.They took their time via email to develop trust. This turned to phone calls every week.This woman lives about a half hour away from us and does something in business where she makes huge bucks, but works her ass off.So timing was off.I remember as Jade talked to Virgie, the bi pinay. Her add was all about the fact that she was bi and only interested in real bi women. NO MEN ALLOWED."Virgie, don't even think of him. He is totally out of the picture ok. You have a boy friend, big deal, we are both bi, we both want the same thing, no men allowed. We both hope this is for real, that this is not a one time thing, you will never see him I swear" said Jade."Ewww, he is like that?" said Jade. Apparently Virgie's BF was a slam bam thank you ma'am kind of lover who then fell asleep."My mahal is not like that, when we play with couples, all he really cares about is getting the woman off as many times as she wants, he could care less if he cums. But never mind, sweetie this is about us, two bi Filipinas," said Jade over her cell.It was very interesting to see Jade patiently court this woman. "Sweetie, I want to go slow ok, I want to have a girlfriend that I can hang out with as well as have sex with. I think I have to go slow, I don't want another woman hurting me like last time," said Jade.The next phone call I overheard was even hotter"No, I started it. I got so horny I could not help it, I mean there are these beautiful tits right in front of me for four hours. I was beyond horny, I was in a frenzy.""Really, well I can be very submissive too, we are kind of kinky," laughed Jade.I asked her what all that was about, and she told me whenever they chatted the topic quickly turned to sex. That she was trying to seduce Jade over the phone and vice versa."Sweetie, you know I love you and we will be married forever, just I want more, it is fine to have a male Fuck Buddy, but with this lady, my head spins. I want more than a one night stand, I want it to develop into Love I guess?" said Jade."You remember when we talked about opening Pandora's box, well now though in the closet cuz of family only, I mean look at me, I am bi sexual, hot and am comfortable with our relationship. But I want to love a woman, just like I love you but different, no men, we both are bi, not lesbians, we just want to find the right woman, and I may have found her"Pandora's Box indeed. The key to success in swinging is open mindedness and clear communication. Jealousy can destroy things and I have never been jealous of Jade but both proud and happy for her. Plus the stories she relates in bed makes us fuck so good. I had no problem with her reasoning.Then the date arrived, months in planning.Jade was a nervous wreck about what to wear. In the Philippines you dress one way.Since coming to California she got comfortable showing cleavage and going braless.She chose a sheer bra, a black garter belt with black fishnet stockings, a black thong and then covered up with a business suit. She looked so hot as she put the finishing touches of her make up and then she was gone.They met at a bar and had a couple of glasses of wine to loosen up. Virgie was still dressed like the business woman she was, but her silk blouse was un buttoned and it was obvious she was wearing a push up bra.Soon they went to her place and talked for hours. They talked about each other's men at first until that was settled. They talked about girls they would love to be able to take like at work and such.Then Virgie said remember I am the aggressor.With that she grabbed Jade's hand and pulled her from the sofa and pushed her to her bedroom."It was so erotic sweetie, there were flowers and candles and incense and smooth jazz playing. It was a lady's bedroom, not like a couple's bedroom."She told me to strip slowly as she sat on the edge of the bed. "I started swaying to the music, and peeled off my jacket and then turned away as I took off my blouse so slowly. I walked up to her covering my bra and slowly pulled my hands down. Thank you so much for that white sheer bra because she just let out a moan and I knew I was going to get lucky."I then took off my skirt and bent over at the waist showing her my kiki, butt and tattoo."Then she became the aggressor. She started by passionately kissing Jade, deep, tongue, soulful wet kisses. The each were panting and groaning. She made Jade take off her thong and play with herself as Virgie stripped in a hurry.She literally threw Jade to bed and laid on top of her. Still kissing until Jade could get at those boobs she had wanted so long.Every time Jade would get too excited, Virgie would dominate her and the tension built up until they were both sweating. She then ate Jade as she pinched her nipples hard. Jade's pelvis bucked in a frenzy, the whole room smelling of pussy juice now. Exhausted, Jade slithered on top of Virgie and they rubbed pussies together. They got into a rhythm of rocking back and forth, sucking nipples and kissing until they both had a simultaneous orgasm.Virgie left and returned with ice water.Naked, she picked up the phone, "High this is Virgie, I think I ate something bad and will not be able to work tomorrow, re schedule the entire day. She hung up the phone and said "Now Jade, let's see if you re for real or not. I mean you are a great fuck, but I want more, you can leave now but never see me again. Or you can spend the night, making love, woman to woman, cuddling, no men, just us, and see if we can start something deep!"Jade wept as it was as if her prayers were answered. She texted me not to stay up and they spent the night together. A first for Jade.She came home with a big smile as we talked about it."God honey, it was the best bi sex I have ever had, I mean I still love men, as does she, but she wants a girlfriend as well, gosh, I may have found her."As the weeks turn into months Jade spends more and more time with Virgie. They go on dinner dates without sex. They plan on all day love fests.Then Jade came home from work looking confused."Sweetie, Virgie wants to go to a Lesbian, Bi, Gay Transgender Bed and Breakfast friendly place up the coast. Like leave Friday night and come back late Sunday. We will have our own room in the country and know body knows us and we can come outside the closet for a weekend. How do you feel about this?"We talked for a long time. This was no surprise to me, but Jade was taken aback a bit.She said "Sweetie will you drive me somewhere?"We got our coats and drove down the street, me following Jade's instructions. When she told me to slow down I started laughing. Jade socked me in the arm, "What is so funny?" she pouted."This is good vibrations store, the woman friendly sex store, let's go inside and see what you have up your sleeve."We leisurely went inside this awesome store. Jade was so relaxed around this sexually charged atmosphere. She went up to a pretty employee and said "I have no idea how to do this, but I need to buy a double headed dildo and a harness with a big fake cock!"I was speechless. This my shy Filipina wife just said that?The two women talked about dimensions, the intended use, cleaning, lubricants etc. Soon Jade was following this woman around filling a basket up.She bought the aforementioned items plus a remote control butterfly that you apply to the labia and clit. Then your panties on top, and you push a remote button and can say, have a huge quiet orgasm on the subway.When we got back home she spread out her new toys. She looked at me and said "Virgie said that if I wanted to go away with her we would need a double headed dildo and a harness and cock. I hope you understand honey..."Jade then picked up the phone and called Virgie,"Hi sweetie, guess what I just did?""Yes I did, it is purple not blue, they did not have blue for the double header and the cock is the size and color you want.""That's right, I have made up my mind it is just you and me for the weekend sweetie. No he is fine with it."They talked some more as to where to meet and how to dress. This place can be cold but Jade was told not to bring any bras, this being a clothing optional bed and breakfast. Jade told me it was apparently not unusual to go for a hike and see women with women or men with men in the forest making love.I could tell she was so excited.She gave me a kiss that Friday and with her boobs bouncing ran to the car.I did not see her until Tuesday. She just kept sighing over and over again whenever she would tell me what they did. She then told me it was so much better when you are in love.It was true these two women were in Love.Virgie finally came to our house for dinner. She was very awkward at first until she noted that Jade kept touching each of us lovingly.When she realized I was ok with this everyone visibly relaxed and we got to know each other.**Six months later, for my birthday present Jade gave me a DVD.It is on a tripod and there on the bed are Jade and Virgie. They kiss so slowly and really take their time. I am going nuts as they slowly take off their tops. Then marvel at how erotic it is to see two Filipina bi women suck each others tits.They got naked and Jade ate Virgie out and then Jade sat on Virgies face until she came.They continued to kiss and play with each others tits until Jade pulled out a double headed dildo and lubed it up. They both laid down and spread their legs wide, touching each others leg. They put the tip into their pussies and slowly pulled together until in was all the way in. Then they started to play with each others clits as they slowly moved the dildo in and out. After a while I saw Jade cum so many times she collapsed and the DVD ended.So did I, I came all over the tissue, my cum hitting the chair.An hour later Jade came in wearing an open tip bra, a butt plug in her pussy. "Is it really ok that I am in love with a woman mahal?""Oh yeah baby, I love you."Jade logged onto the net, got Virgie online and turned the web cam on. Virgie watched us fuck like wild people and we could see how turned on she got as she played with her tits and pussy.After everybody came, the phone rang. For the first time, Virgie and I talked like old friends. We realized that we both loved the same woman and wanted only the best for her.Now those weekends away are not as dramatic, but Virgie sometimes spends the night here in the spare bedroom with Jade. It is so hot hearing them fuck that I cum big time.Be careful when you open that box.END |
caughtup.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/42/caughtup.txt | The whole of Europe seemed to be descending into anarchy. There was hardly a day when the news did not report riot in one major city or another. The majority of white affluent people in England it seemed that every minority group was uprising. Tensions between various ethnic groups and rival gangs were spilling out on to the street coupled with a hatred for anyone in authority and any symbols of that authority. The riots and lawlessness mainly occurred in areas of extreme poverty and depravation, but occasionally spilled out in other areas. Violent crime was generally on the increase and nowhere more than Nottingham. Add to this wildcat strikes and general industrial unrest added to the government's problems. One of many growing concerns was the trend of females to commit acts of unprovoked violence. Once mainly the reserve of men young women were fully embracing equality by taking part in aggressive behaviour often fuelled by drink and drugs. An alarming number of women and men were being attached by these 'ladettes.' A harmless chat to someone's boyfriend in a club or pub could lead to a nail file being slashed across the offenders face. Girl power had gone mad. A large minority of young people now have strange ideas of morality. More girls were being excluded from schools in Britain than boys. A UK survey on attitudes to violence in 2000 showed that amongst 14 to 21 year olds, half of the boys and one third of the girls thought that there were circumstances where it could be acceptable to hit a woman or to force her to have sex. In the same year a woman was attacked by members of a teenage gang on a canal towpath in London. The gang was lead by Claire Marsh, 18, the youngest woman to be jailed in Britain for rape. Ms Marsh stripped the woman and held her down as others attacked her. In America the situation was even worse. In 2004 in Philadelphia 14 year old girls complained that a gang of older lesbian students were harassing them. The pupils said lesbians were regularly groping, harassing and bullying them in gym and in the girl's bathrooms.Amy, Felicity and Leigh were returning from their week-long pony trekking experience in Wales. During the six hour train journey they chatted about their unusual holiday and how much they had enjoyed it. Politics was a rather boring subject and something that their parents spoke about. They were aware that riots had occurred, it was difficult to avoid the coverage. They would rather talk about fashion and music. These disturbances seemed a million miles from them. Their sleepy little town in suburbia was not going to be the centre of a riot and neither did it have the social problems of the inner cities. They could live in their cosy cocooned environment, enjoying beautiful homes, good food and pleasant holidays. There were no curfews or police roadblocks near them.After what seemed like an age they arrived at Nottingham railway station for the last leg of their journey home. They struggled with their heavy bags and went to look on the indicator board for details of the local train home to Kirkby In Ashfield. It was blank. Not discouraged they went to the main concourse and there they found out why a strike! No more local trains today. Out of their three mobile phones none were working. A combination of forgetting to charge them and no signals due to a busy network conspired against them. They managed to find a working payphone and tried to ring the only parent that was likely to be in. Felicity left a garbled message on the answer machine saying that the trains were on strike but they would be OK. They looked on the local map of the area in the concourse and decided to head for the bus station. Hopefully they would be able to get a bus home from there. Failing that they would get a cab and share the cost. They were some of the last to leave the station and as they walked towards the bus station everything seemed very quiet, even for a Sunday afternoon. As they walked they could here the sirens of emergency vehicles. This did not worry them too much. Large towns and cities always had these in their experience. Coming from the area they were all knew that Nottingham was a place of high crime, it had been branded 'gun city' by the tabloid press. A person was twice as likely to be physically attacked or robbed here than anywhere else in the UK. They did there best to look cool and kept moving down the almost deserted streets, frequented only by the occasional bag-lady. Leigh did mention that there seemed to be an awful lot of minibuses filled with police racing towards one particular area. After about ten minutes they saw Victoria Bus Station and started to look for a bus. The bus station was almost deserted too but they managed to find a bus that was leaving soon and it went near to their village. They clambered on and found some space for their bags. As the nearly empty bus pulled out of the bus station they all gave a sigh of relief. They were finally on their way home. The bus moved quickly along the almost empty roads. The Police vehicles seemed to now be racing in another direction and some of them appeared damaged. It was then that the bus made a dramatic swerve to avoid an oncoming car. Thankfully the driver avoided an accident. The friends had decided to go upstairs and got a good view of the incident. The bus continued, with an apology from the driver over the loudspeaker. There were a number of diversions and the bus had a number of difficult manoeuvres. They were almost out of the city when the bus came to dramatic halt, throwing the teenagers and the other passengers fro their seats. The bus stopped just inches from a burning minibus which was almost blocking the road around a blind corner. Almost immediately people emerged running from all the streets around. As though they were being chased or wanting to escape from something. Within seconds the street was filled with dozens if not hundreds of people. Men and women, young and old, black and white thronged around. Some were drunk others appeared to be under the influence of drugs whilst others were just in a party mode! Most of them quickly dispersed when the first few missiles were thrown at a nearby college. The girls looked on in amazement. It was like watching a movie. They were exited and not at all anxious. They were unaware that the driver continued to try and restart the bus but with no luck. Then a brick struck on of the windows near where they were sitting. Glass showered in missing them by inches. They gave out a scream. Next it seemed as though the world had gone crazy. Bricks and other objects struck the bus all over. The girls instantly crouched down as glass shattered. Then the missiles stopped and could here the windows on the lower deck being smashed amongst much shouting and commotion.They then saw the driver being dragged across the pavement and managing to free himself running away. The bus then started. But who was driving?It became clear by the erratic driving and the shouts of encouragement that it was one of the rioters. The girls held onto each other and looked out of the window hoping for sight of a policeman. The bus swerved and skidded, struck debris and glanced off parked and abandoned cars. The friends looked out and realised just how bad things must have become. This part of the City looked like a war zone.Their minds soon turned to a more immediate concern. Some of the gang were now coming up the stairs. Instinctively they cowered down seeking to hide themselves. The rioters were under the influence of one drug or another, they the friends were not stupid. The girls looked up to see about ten young people of about their age. Only two boys were in the group, which made them feel a bit safer. To their amazement they seemed friendly. One of the boys even apologised and said he hoped they weren't scared. He then explained that they couldn't let them off the bus, as it was a rough area! Two of the girls joined in the conversation and the friends decided it would be wise to chat with them rather than be antagonistic. The friends could tell by the way they spoke that they hadn't had a very good education. They also noticed that their clothing was cheap and rather tasteless. A girl offered Felicity a drink of her alcopop but she declined. The girl got quit persistent and Felicity thought it best to go along with the request. Soon more alcohol appeared as more members of the gang joined them. The driving had improved. One of the gang explained that the person driving was more used to driving stolen cars than buses!Despite everything the girls had remained calm. They figured that eventually they would be let off and that they would find a policeman or a pub and make a call home or get a taxi. They noticed that the vast majority of the bus gang was made up of young women who were similar in age to themselves, and that gave them some assurance as to their safety. The three friends agreed to sip at the various drinks they were offered rather than upset their hosts. Anyway why complain about being given free drink!! The hair-raising journey continued through the deserted street for about another half-an-hour during which time copious amounts of alcohol flowed down the throats of the gang. The couple of male members, who were already well and truly drunk, had now passed out. One had tried to have sex with his girlfriend only to have passed out with his trousers around his ankles. Much to the entertainment of the rest of the gang and Amy and Leigh. Felicity was the most reserved of the three and also the one who would not hold back her opinions, even when wise to do so. She had drunk the least and disapproved of her friends' apparent acceptance of the events. It was true that they were far more liberal than her and approached life in a far more philosophical way. They didn't like what was happening but were realists, and had drunk probably a bit too much of the free booze themselves. However, what she was not prepared to put up with was when some of their 'fellow passengers' started going through their bags. Unknown to the friends, two of the girls in the gang had pulled out various items of clothing from Felicity's suitcase, which was on the lower deck. They had now come upstairs and were now throwing her precious clothing around! The red headed girl had even had the cheek to have put on her expensive bikini top and her equally plush designer sunhat! The small amount of drink that Felicity had consumed gave her the necessary Dutch courage to challenge the leery and very drunk young woman. 'Excuse me!' she announced in her loudest and most assertive voice.Everyone on the top deck looked around. She then raised herself from her chair, her long dark hair flaying, and took a couple of paces towards the offender, who looked up at her in bewilderment.'That top is mine and so is the hat!' she stated and proceeded to grab the hat.Felicity hadn't really thought threw how she would retrieve the bikini top or how the young redhead might react.The young woman then pulled herself up and stood. Their faces were now just inches from each other. Everyone kept quiet and observed the stand-off. 'Fuck you!' came the slurred response. The girl then prodded Felicity in the ribs with her out pointed index finger. 'If you want the fucking top then why don't you try and take it!' she announced loudly. She then put both her arms in the air and turned around a full 360 degrees, offering Felicity the opportunity to grab at her top. Felicity backed away realising her error. 'OK, keep it...keep it! She responded and went to return to her friends. She then felt a sharp pain as the girl lunged forward and grabbed her bare arm in a vice like pinch. Before she could think she felt her long hair being grasped. In seconds she was travelling backwards pulled by her hair. Her two friends instinctively went to assist her. Only to find their way blocked by three other members of the gang who ordered them to stay where they were. The looked on as Felicity yelped whilst being held by her long locks. 'If you promise to do as I say I will let you go!' spat the girl.'Do you understand, bitch?' she continued.'Yes...yes!' gasped Felicity eager to stop the pain.The girl released her grip and Felicity held her gouged arm looking shocked and stunned. Her normally perfect dark hair was now a tangled mess and she noticed the girl picking a chunk of it out of her rings. 'Ok' said the girl aggressively, her face almost touching Felicity's. 'Take of your top!'Felicity gulped and wished she hadn't demanded her bikini top back. She felt herself trembling as she repositioned herself so as to be able to reach the back of the top. She reached forward and slipped a finger behind the plastic clasp and started to fumble with it. It quickly came undone and instantly the young woman turned to face Felicity. 'You queer bitch!' she spat. 'I told you to take off your top not mine!'Felicity went bright red with embarrassment. She didn't much want to part with her lacy cotton top but that would have been preferable to this humiliation.The girl was now facing her, the loose bikini top hanging from her neck. Felicity tried not to look at her bare pert breasts, which protruded beneath the garment. To Felicity's horror the young woman then removed the top and flung it down the bus and cupped her breasts, putting on a show for her friends. They responded with whistles and shrieks. Most of them then pulled up their tops and bras and flashed their naked chests too.The friends looked on in disgust and amazement. How could these women act in such as ladish and common way? Was a thought that entered Felicity's mind and indeed that of her friends. The young women then focused her attention on Felicity. 'So you wanted to see my tits...well what do you think? she questioned thrusting her chest towards the self-conscious teenager.Felicity felt herself glowing with embarrassment. She felt so awkward having never been in a situation like this before. She knew what ever she said would be twisted around. Politeness seemed the best option, 'They're... vvvery nice.' Stammering out the words.'Really?' responded her tormentor. 'What do you like about them?' She continued with a wry smile on her lips.Amy and Leigh looked on stunned and overwhelmed by what was occurring in front of them.Felicity gave out an audible gulp and took a deep breath. 'They're... a nice shape...' she stated trying not to show any fear.The girl cupped her breasts and looked down. Apparently pleased with the comment.'What about my nipples?' she asked gently touching them with her fingertips.At which point her friends shrieked loudly.Felicity tried to remain calm and rational. 'They are cool...' she responded realising that that was a rather silly and meaningless comment.'Wow... my nips are cool! Joked the girl mimicking Felicity's rather posh voice.The girl then addressed the ten or so other girl gang members. 'So what shall we do with our lezzie tit inspector? She quipped.Being referred to in such a way mortified Felicity. Like all teenagers the friends would make comments to each other about teachers and students that they thought might be lesbians. It was a standard insult about any woman who was a bit plain, overweight or they didn't like. How could they think she was a lesbian? She was attractive and fancied men! Felicity reasoned that she was just trying to humiliate her further. Such verbal bullying and offensive behaviour was not permitted at her private school, but this seemed like a million miles away from that cocooned environment. The gang members responded noisily with a whole raft of obscene and depraved suggestions. In the row Felicity, Leigh or Amy could not hear most of them. The few they did hear terrified them just a little!'Get her tits out',' was the first comment that reached Felicity's ears. This shocked her but not as much as 'strip the bitch or 'make her lez-up.'Their leader ordered them to be silent. 'I like your ideas... you bunch of perv's! She joked.She paced two and fro between Felicity and her two seated friends. 'Let's see if these are real friends...' she stated.'If one of you will volunteer to do as we ask the other two will be left alone!' Amy spoke. 'What would want that person to do? She asked looking fearful.'Well!' responded their captor getting agitated. 'If you don't choose one person we will fucking kick the shit out of all you!With that she pushed Felicity back towards them. She sat down and they started to talk with each other, hoping to come up with some sort of plan.The aggressive redhead and her gang walked to the rear of the bus. She set her mobile phone to ring in five minutes and would return for an answer.Amy reached up to her shoulder and found some curls in her blond hair. She always played with her hair when nervous. Leigh could see the fear in her blue eyes and could tell she was on the verge of crying. She hated not being in control. Felicity had been through enough already her body was still shaking. They always looked to Leigh in a crises. She always had an idea or a remedy. Today however, she appeared to be out of ideas. They asked her what the gang might do to who ever went forward. She assured them as best as she could that this gang were not so stupid as to really harm them. But other than that she was silent during their deliberations. Leigh, unknown to her friends, had her own hidden agenda. Sure these were her school friends but they were a bit naive, intellectually inferior and often annoying. She knew that once they left school they would soon forget her. They only asked for her opinion when they were stuck. At most other times they loudly announced their decision with out much thought, and she was expected to go along with it. Leigh was shorter then her two friends and was petit in stature. They sometimes made fun of her impish looks, brunette bob hairstyle and small breasts. Amy loved to make the point that she was 34c compared to Felicity's 32b and her own 'pathetic' 30a. Realising that the five minutes was almost up Leigh spoke. 'We have to do something or they might beat us up, or more likely dump us in this hellhole. What chance would we have on these streets'The girls nodded in agreement. 'Felicity is not very good at dealing with problems like this. It's her actions that caused that nutty redhead to flip.'Felicity so wanted to contradict her but thought better of it. Amy smugly nodded in agreement.'I need to observe and intervene if things get out of hand. I can also run the fastest and at the right moment I shall escape and go for help...'This made a lot of sense. She was good at intervening and was the fastest runner in the school.'So, it's decided then... Amy you will volunteer... don't be worried,' she said and gently stroked her arm to assure her further.Felicity gave a sigh of relief as Amy's draw dropped at the realisation. Before she could say a thing the redhead was back and in their faces. 'So who is it to be?' she questioned looking at them.'Cute little boyish girl?' she said looking straight at Leigh.'...posh dark-haired lezzie?' Looking at Felicity.'...or blonde slutty supermodel? Looking at Amy.'Me.... and my name's Amy,' said Amy trying not to look their tormentor in the eye or focus on her bare breasts. She proudly focused on the positive comment regarding her glamorous looks and ignored the untruth about her morals. Despite her flirtatious manner, teasing was as far as anything went. Leigh could cope with the comment from the redhead. It was far milder than some her so-called friends had thrown at her over the years. Anyway she was delighted with her clever manipulation of the situation. As usual she had kept her thoughts to herself until they were willing to listen and then drove home her view. They very rarely disagreed. Experience had shown them that Leigh was usually right. They pondered just what might happen to Amy as she was taken gently by the arm and lead away, her tiered short brown skirt gently swaying against her tanned long legs.Whilst Amy was a little anxious she wasn't too worried. She had a feeling n her stomach similar before she had embarked on a perilous ride at a theme park. It wasn't as bad as she had imagined and she presumed this would be the same. They were probably going to mock her ascent and poke fun at her.Felicity figured that they were just going to get Amy to do some of those stupid initiation tasks that girls sometimes did to newcomers. This was banned at her school as it was seen as bullying, but it still sometimes happened. One of her friends was required to pee in the middle of the hockey pitch whilst the rest of the team stood in a circle around her! It was a bit weird but hardly life-threatening. Amy was very outgoing and not too bright so she would easily cope with any stupid request.Leigh was the least concerned about her friend. She was sick of her preening and posing and constant talk of fashion, make-up and hair products. Maybe they were going to paint her face like a clown or worse still remove all her make-up! Perhaps they would make her flash her 'wonderful perfectly-shaped' breasts out of the window for all to see. Perhaps that humiliation might make her shut up about them for a day or two, even a week, if they were lucky! These thoughts even brought a slight smile to her boyish face.Having lead Amy to the rear of the bus followed by most of the gang the redhead then spoke. 'You being a slutty supermodel will know what to do now!'Amy looked at her with a vague look. Beyond her she could see her two friends. She tried to catch Leigh's eye for some guidance, but she just looked on and gave no gesture or words of wisdom.'Come on... walk up and down the catwalk!' came the command.The twelve or so female members of the gang sat along the gangway, one to each seat, and stated to cheer and wolf-whistle. The redhead turned and led the way swaying her jeans-clad hips up the gangway. She walked past all her cheering friends and reached an empty seat and then sat. Amy slowly started to saunter along from the rear of the bus following the girl's lead. Her loose shirt swished side-to-side brushing her shapely thighs. She reached the redhead and stopped. 'Carry on... I am sure your friends want a good look too.. particularly the lez! Joked the girl.Amy continued past the redhead and a couple of empty seats before giving her friends a twirl. Felicity was getting livid about being referred to as a lesbian but knew she could say nothing. Leigh on the other hand was almost enjoying herself. This was all quite mild and Amy seemed to be coping well, a bit to well.'Very good!' Shouted the redhead. 'Let's see another costume...'The girls wondered just what she meant.She then whispered to three of the gang. They quickly disappeared to the lower deck and returned with a suitcase. It was thrown onto the seats near to them.The redhead then beckoned to Leigh.'Come here...' she said in almost a friendly voice. She pulled her to her and whispered. 'If you wanna fuckin' live you will get your friend to carry out exactly what I want, do you understand? Eager to please and not to provoke she nodded.'I wanna see her shape properly, make her wear something slinky rather than that boring sweatshirt.'With that she pushed Leigh away who took the hint and went quickly back to her friends.She addressed Amy. 'Look, you got to wear something slinky next... lets see.'They hurriedly pulled through the clothing. Having just been pony trekking they didn't have many slinky cloths. Fortunately in Amy's case there was one suitable item. A black sleek velour party dress. That would have to do. She grabbed it and went to the very front seats with Leigh and Felicity. She removed her black zip-up sweatshirt. With their help pulled on the dress over her thin cotton sleeveless and then removed it. Next she glided the dress down her legs before undoing her short skirt and removing it. This whole scene was bazaar for all involved. Amy was even feeling a bit flattered that this young woman wanted to see her modelling her cloths. Felicity was grateful if wasn't her and Leigh was pleased that the stupid girl was doing as suggested. She assured herself that they would survive this annoying trial and even laugh about it one day.Once properly in the dress they zipped it up and she flicked her hair into position. She stood and meandered down the bus towards the appreciative audience. Again they whistled and cheered. Their comments were in the main complementary. Pleasant comments were passed about her shape and nice legs. Like her skirt the hem of her dress reached half way down her thigh. This gave everyone a good view of her bare lags and their even tan. This was thanks to many hours of sunning herself on the patio at home and a top-up from her mum's sun-bed. Her friends very rarely commented on her excellent figure due to the fact that they were sick of her talking about it!On reaching the rear of the bus she turned and started to make her way back towards her friends. As she did someone smacked her bottom which took her by surprise. She let out a yelp and felt a stinging sensation on her left buttock. She put her hand on the pain and moved away more quickly fighting back a tear. The gang laughed at her reaction and discomfort. She sat down ad was comforted by Felicity whilst Leigh was once again called to the redhead. 'Get her to wear layers of cloths and then she can get changed quicker.' Came the advice. To Leigh that seemed sensible. They could sort out a number of outfits and put on a proper show without gaps. While they sorted though the clothing their other cases were brought up giving them more choice. The redhead came over and said they had ten minutes to get the things sorted. She then started to pick out various items. They carried on sorting and talking and tried not to catch her eye or look at her. She then walked away and called Leigh over.'These items must be worn only and nothing else... or else!' she threatened.She handed Leigh a small bundle of clothing. She quickly took it and returned to her friends and told them what had been said.They looked through the items. Leigh's turquoise blue high-cut swimsuit. Felicity's sheer black and very short nightdress and Amy's most tiny and indecent red thong given to her as a joke present by Felicity whilst on holiday!'Oh my god!' said Amy, putting her hand to her mouth. Felicity copied the gesture but said nothing.Leigh spoke, 'Look it's no big deal... it's no different to being in the communal changing rooms at a shop or at the sports centre.''Be logical... they're girls just having a laugh... it's like fancy dress!'Her upbeat attitude did little to allay the embarrassment of Amy. Suddenly it didn't seem like fun any more. Felicity tried to find some words to encourage her friend.'Look... just do it and then it will be over... we can get off the bus and get home.'They all went and crouched behind the front seats. Amy removed her white panties and slipped on the tiny thong. She then tried pulling on Leigh's petite blue Lycra swimsuit. It was a good couple of sizes smaller than she would usually wear. It took a good deal of pulling to get it over her hips and bottom which was still stinging a little from the earlier slap. That achieved Felicity unzipped the black dress and Leigh slipped her hand inside and started to undo Amy's bra.'What are you doing!?' questioned Amy sounding alarmed.'You will look stupid with this on under the swimsuit, and she said nothing else was to be worn,' explained Leigh.With hand up inside the dress the two friends pulled the tight fabric up Amy's back, whilst she endeavoured to get her ample breasts inside. It was a struggle but they managed it. Amy could feel the tiny swimsuit engulfing her like a second skin. Her breasts felt as thought they were being flattened like two pancakes. Her rounded bottom was too big for the dainty garment. She could feel each buttock escaping either side. Leigh picked up the thin nylon nightdress and Amy pulled it over her head. Once is position she shock down her dress and her friends assisted her in steeping out of it. She stood up in front of them and looked down at her strange outfit. Her colourful trainers made it all look all the more bizarre. Rather than feeling glamorous she felt like a freak. Felicity's nightdress had been a purchase during their holiday. She was fed-up wearing sensible pyjamas and decided it was time to wear something a bit more sexy. Its thin fabric was designed for summer wear and whilst not see-through, left very little to the imagination. Amy was taller and a size larger than Felicity, and thus the nighty was not as long as its designers intended it to be. It barley covered her bottom despite her attempts to pull at its hem. Before she could worry too much they became aware of the cat-calling from the other end of the bus. Like it or not Amy would have to face the gauntlet once again. Leigh advised her to be brave and walk with confidence. Felicity managed to fain a smile.Amy began what seemed like a long walk towards her rowdy and drunken audience. They were far loader and far more obscene than before. She walked slowly past the redhead and a couple more girls and remembered to look confident. However, when she felt a hand grasp the back her left thigh she gave out a scream and jumped away. Unfortunately this occurred at the same time as the bus swerved to avoid an obstacle. Amy finished up sprawling on top of one of the onlookers, a gum-chewing waif-like girl with jelled scraped-back hair. 'Fuckin' hell...' the girl exclaimed as she fought to stop herself being crushed.Amy finished up laying face down, over the girl's lap! She was acutely aware that the short black nightdress had ridden up in the fall and that her lycra-clad bottom was on show. The comments from the onlookers made the fact very apparent. The small swimsuit had been a struggle to squeeze into and a good ten percent of her shapely rear was escaping from its confines. The site of this flesh was far too much temptation for the girl who she was laying across. In a flash she grabbed a handful, digging her manicured nails in firmly.Amy screeched in shock and pain. Quickly she struggled to her feet amidst various obscene comments and groping of her bare suntanned legs. Once standing she composed herself trying to ignore the stinging sensation from her left buttock. She continued to walk towards the rear of the bus pass and the remaining six gang members, ignoring their shouting and suggestive catcalls. She reached the rear seat and turned to make her way back. 'Pose then,' said one of the onlookers.Amy obliged and struck a pose and then another. Feeling that they were satisfied she went to walk back, but her second pace was blocked. One of the girls had put her blocked the aisle with her leg. It was impossible for Amy to step over it as it rested on the opposite seat. Another girl then did the same making it clear that she was not going to be let pass. The redhead cleared her throat then spoke and the others remained silent.'Before coming back down the catwalk you must reveal your next costume,' she explained.Amy felt herself swallow. She knew when she put on the swimsuit it was for a so-called fashion show but now things seemed to be getting a bit sinister. Felicity looked on in amazement at the girls' behaviour and felt sad for Amy whilst also relieved that it was not her. It was true what Leigh had said she would not have coped well with this situation. Leigh tried to look unfazed and emotionless. She was wise enough to know that if she looked shocked or happy that that could bring unwelcome attention. She was not worried about Amy's predicament but only her own survival. The gang seemed happy and not aggressive, this bit of fun would take their attention from robbing them or assaulting them, not that she believed that they would be really hurt.Amy focussed and allowed the black nightdress to slip down her body. She stepped out of it and picked it up and placed it on the seat. To her amazement it was immediately grabbed by a dark haired girl who pushed into her friend's face! She responded by laughing and giving it a good sniff before throwing at across the aisle at another girl. For a few seconds they threw the garment amongst them occasionally sniffing it and making smutty comments. Amy felt very self-conscious. The petite blue swimsuit really was far too small for her five foot, five inch frame. Its high cut legs made it possible to see the waistband of the tiny thong. However, she was grateful for the thong as it prevented the skin-tight costume from cutting her crotch in two, and at the same time giving a clear profile her naughty bits as she referred to them. Her breasts were trying to bubble over the top of the garment and when she glanced down she realised that her nipples were clearly visible through the taut lycra.She tried not to think about her exposure caused by the erotic costume but felt herself going bright red. Amy was slouching, trying to make herself look as small as possible. Her long blonde hair was easy to hide behind but it failed to hide her embarrassment. Unfortunately the redhead saw her obvious discomfort. 'I think our supermodel is a bit embarrassed, come on give her some encouragement. It's not fair her wearing that little thing and you lot all wearing normal cloths,' she observed, still topless.'Guess so,' said one girl.'OK!' said another.'That's unfair,' commented another.For a brief moment Amy and her friends thought that the whole stupid game was going to come to an end. Felicity hoped that they were now bored and that they even felt sorry for Amy. She could get dressed and they could all get off the bus. However, their hopes were soon dashed when one girl pulled off her tee-shirt and followed by all the other drunken female gang members. Within seconds an assortment of coloured bras covering breasts of varying sizes were proudly on show. Next, and with little encouragement from the redhead, skirts were taken off and jeans were taken down with great hilarity, as some helped each other by tugging off skin tight jeans.They then sat back down in an array of coloured thongs and popular underwear. The girls couldn't help but notice that some had disgusting slogans emblazoned upon them. Felicity looked down her nose thinking that it was clear that these girls had no manners or shame. Their bare flesh revealed an assortment of tasteless tattoos of varying sizes.Their kind gesture didn't make Amy feel a lot better about her predicament. For Felicity is was all proving too much. The bus screeched to a halt, Amy was thrown forward onto her tormenters legs. For Felicity it was an opportunity to act - it was fight of flight. As fighting these tough streetwise sluts was clearly not an option she took the other route. In an instant she made a dash for the stairs. She might have made it down the stairs and off the bus had another girl not been coming up the stairs. Her way was now blocked by a Caribbean girl and she clearly was not going to let her pass. Realising what had happened the red-haired girl and a couple of her entourage moved to the top of the stairwell.'This bitch wants to come downstairs...' said the black teenager in her tough accent. 'It's up to her,' said the redhead. 'Maybe she prefers fun with black sisters rather than white ones!' she joked.The black girl didn't seem to be phased by the fact that her redhead friend was naked from the waist up or that the other two girls were in their bras. Leigh looked on realising how stupid Felicity had been to make a dash for it. It was typical of her behaviour, never thinking through the consequences. '...so lezzie?' quested the redhead, leaning over the handrail. 'What you gonna do? Up here with us or downstairs with the my black friends?'Felicity felt that both options seemed equally bad and scary. It seemed clear to her that her intellectual friend Leigh hadn't an idea as to what to do. One this occasion she was stumped. If stupid Amy wanted to go along with all this that was fine but she would grab an opportunity. Downstairs was nearer the doors and she would have a greater opportunity to escape. The bus jolted forward and started to resume its hair-raising journey.'Downstairs,' she said looking directly at the black girl with a desperate look in eye.Leigh was amazed at her stupidity. Amy couldn't believe her disloyalty. They always stuck together in all things. How could she leave them alone?The black girl gently took Felicity by the wrist and led her down the stairwell. She arrived on the lower deck to see some ten black and Asian teenage girls, who greeted her appearance with load whopping and catcalls! All on the upper deck could hear the excitement.'Sounds like they like your friend!' quipped the redhead looking directly at Leigh.Felicity was welcomed by her new 'friends' who gently manoeuvred her to the large seat at the rear of the bus. They asked her name and a stream of other questions and offered her drink.She politely answered and accepted the drink of white rum from her rescuers. She had clearly had the right move.Meanwhile Amy had composed herself and was slowly and slinkily wandering down the aisle in the tiny blue swimsuit being ogled by the redhead and her gang. She managed the six or so passes with only one grope of her legs and managed not to fall or react.They gave her a spontaneous round of applause. She stopped, looked back and smiled back and said 'thank you.' Thank god that's over, she thought as looked forward and started walking back towards Leigh. But before she had taken more than a couple of paces the redhead spoke.'Hey, where are you going?' Amy stopped and turned.'I thought it was finished...' she said in a surprised voice.'You and your friend... come here,' she said whilst beckoning.Amy took the few paces back and was guided to a window seat next to one of the gang.Tentatively Leigh got up from he seat and confidently walked towards them trying not to show any fear and attempting to give a small smile so as to appear affable. To her amazement no rude comments or groping occurred, she was allowed to walk to the rear seat without any hindrance at all. She turned and sat down, smoothing her knee-length white broderie anglaise dress against her legs. 'You seem a little over-dressed?' commented one of the gang mockingly imitating their captive's tone of voice. Leigh external appearance of a smile was trying to hide her internal worries. She said nothing no that whatever was said would be ignored or mocked.'Stand up' came the command. 'Let's have a look at you...'Leigh obeyed. Standing grasping her hands together in front of her. She felt really small, with everyone observing her, despite the fact that her audience was seated. Her petite frame and the fact she was only just over five feet tall often made her feel small. She didn't like people looking at her and passing comment, it reminded her of family Christmases. She was always the one that relative would comment on her demure stature and make comment. In recent years they had ceased the annoying activity but fellow students would still call her stupid pet names particularly Amy.'Put your hands on your hips and give us a twirl,' ordered the redhead who was acting like a compare.Leigh followed the instruction. She was light on her feet thanks to years of gymnastics and running. She was a model student being good academically and good at physical activity. There were times when she would have traded some of her perfection for more mature looks and a womanly shape.'That dress is a bad choice!' came the advice from one of the crowd.Leigh was reminded of those dreadful make-over programmes on the television.What happened exactly after that was a bit of a haze for Leigh and indeed Amy.Before Leigh could think, speak or seek to reason, a couple of girls were undoing the buttons on the front of the bodice of her dress. It was quickly slid down her slender frame and now rested on her white trainers. Amy looked on in shock observing her friend as she stood their looking very pale in her long silk camisole slip.Leigh was aware that the thin white slip only just covered her knickers and that everyone could now see her bare legs. People had of course seen them before when she was on the sports field, in the gym or on the beach. These facts did little to stop her discomfort. Those experiences seemed natural and non-threatening whilst this one made her feel like a piece of meat on show to group of leering men. The comments from the gang young women did sound like a group of lads on a holiday in Ibiza, as they made dirty sexual suggestions and offensive statements about her boyish and immature body.Leigh's slip hung loosely on her body suspended by two thin shoulder straps and one of those had slipped a little down her left arm. For a moment Amy forgot her own embarrassing costume as she focused on Leigh's. However, she was soon reminded of her own bizarre clothing and vulnerability when the girls near to her pushed her back into the bus's aisle. The two friends were now standing side-by-side looking equally ridiculous and wondering what was to happen next. Leigh's normal veneer of confidence had been stripped away with her dress. She realised that her plan had gone somewhat wrong. Going by the sounds from downstairs their friend, who had been so keen to desert them, was not enjoying herself very much. They clearly heard her raised voice hysterically demanding that they stopped what ever it was they were doing.It was Amy that was addressed next. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her as the redhead spoke.'That swimming costume is far too tight for you, it is squeezing your tits, which isn't very good for them.'Amy said nothing but inside she had to agree. The fabric was confining her breasts and the garment was cutting into her everywhere. Perhaps they were now going to let her change back into her normal clothing.'I give you permission to remove it!' she shouted. The announcement was received with much jollity from the other girls.Amy looked the topless redhead straight in the eye. Perhaps she meant that she could return to the front of the bus and take it off there and then put on something else. She was hoping, even praying, that she would not be expected to remove it where she now stood. She went to walk forward but a leg was forcefully put in her way. She then knew that she was going nowhere. 'What's the problem? Questioned the redhead see her despair.'Supermodels are not normally shy,' she quipped.Amy hesitated for only a few seconds but to the onlookers it seemed that she was never going to obey. Amy realised that she had to obey the stupid demand of the nutty redhead and went to move her hands toward her shoulders. However, her lack of immediate compliance was the excuse the gang needed. Like a pack of wolves they pounced knocking Leigh out of the way. She landed on the large back seat and pulled herself away from the scrum in front of her. She looked on, her back pressed up against the side of bus, as they mauled and pushed her friend around. They had surrounded Amy on all sides, she was surrounded by all off the girls as they jostled for a position. Once surrounded and firmly held the redhead stepped forward and took a firm grip with both hands on the neckline of the lyca turquoise swimsuit. In one mighty downward pull the poor blonds amble breasts were exposed, the flimsy fabric tore under the force and thus did not spring back once released. The other members of the gang quickly pulled down the straps and hurriedly pulled down the swimsuit. It was then pulled from her feet and flung out of an open window. The tight tiny thong had thankfully remained in place and thus at least some of her modesty was still in tact. Leigh looked on grateful that it was not her it was happening to.Amy was grateful that her naughty bits were still covered. She tried to put the events in a normal context to try and get some sense in her mind. That fact that breasts were often seen on the television and on the beach somehow gave her some comfort. But then she felt a hand rest on her waist and start to travel down. It reached the waistband of her thong and a couple of fingers gently slipped between it and her skin. Another hand on her other side followed suit. There than started a perverse tug-of-war as tow of the gang began pulling in opposite directions. They others let go of her and stepped back to get a better view. Amy grasped at the front gripping the tiny triangle of material with one hand whilst trying to fight their hands off with the other. The dainty thong was not made for such vigorous abuse. In a few seconds an audible tear was heard and it parted with her body in one of her assailants hands. Amy screeched and quickly covered her naked exposed parts with cupped hands. They tiny garment was thrown around and much to Leigh's horror was sniffed by a couple of the girls. Leigh felt that surely the drunken gang had had enough 'fun' for one afternoon. Maybe now they would be allowed to go. Again she was wrong. Again the gang surged forward. This time knocking the naked Amy out of the way. All hands were now on the demure creature in the corner Leigh. In moments she was pulled into the aisle in front of the back seat and grasped, her arms held firmly behind her back. In a flash she thought and spoke, 'Please! L-let me undress myself!' She reasoned that she would rather undress herself than be forcibly stripped. At least that way she kept some control.They either did not hear her or choose to ignore her. The expensive silk slip was grasped by the redhead. Leigh noticed the evil glint in her eye as she pulled it formable down exposing her naked small puffy breasts. The slip dropped to the ground exposing her white shorts style lacy knickers. The redhead knelt in front of her. She slipped her fingers over the elasticised waistband. She looked the terrified teenager in the eye as she began slowly and almost seductively sliding them down.She licked her lips as the underwear and her fingers caressed Leigh's smooth skin. In one last gently pull her small dark mound was exposed. The redhead slowly finished the job gradually pulling the white knickers down until they reached her feet. Gently she lifted each foot in turn and removed them completely. The other gang members then pulled off the ruined slip. She so wanted to cover her exposed body but couldn't as they continued to hold her arms. They then pushed her towards Amy and she landed on the seat next to her. Both girls did their best to cover their bare breasts with their hands and crossed their legs. They were naked apart from their trainers and ankle socks. The gang members threw around the removed clothing and joked.It was then that one of the girls pulled a blue and white box from one of the carrier bags that lay on the seats. She read out aloud the printing,'....I nicked this from that shop window...hay listen to this....the battery operated Intimate Area Shaver leaves any body hair areas as smooth as a newborn baby's skin.'Everyone a part from the two friends giggled and laughed and they passed it around.Once of them pulled it from its box and put it on and began chasing her friends around the bus with it.'Shall we give it a try on a guinea pig? She asked her friends.Amy and Leigh were grateful that they had found something else to take their minds off them. Leigh was working out an escape. At the right moment she would open the emergency back exit grab her dress and get away, leaving Amy and Felicity to sort themselves out.In all the noise and general commotion the two naked friends did not hear the reference to guinea pig as they huddled together. In a flash the gang was upon on them again and Amy was grabbed by the wrist whilst Leigh was pulled out of the way and pushed into another seat. Amy was manoeuvred into the middle of the large back seat with much groping of her bare breasts and bottom. She shrieked and cried out at ever push, pull and grope. Two girls sat either side of her holding her arms whilst another four grappled with her long shapely tanned legs. Amy fought to keep them tightly together but the four females soon had their way and her lags were pulled open. Before she could hardly consider what was happening her body was o the move again. Her calves were grabbed in a couple of arm locks and were being lifted. This caused her body to slide down the seat until her shoulder blades rested on the cushions. Leigh was ordered to sit and watch and she obeyed not wishing to further provoke her captors. She could hardly believe her eyes as she gazed between Amy's open legs focussing or her neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair and her exposed vagina.Leigh then noticed the intimate lady shaver being held by the redhead. She thought it looked more like a microphone than her own shaver. Soon Amy was to feel a sensation that she had never experienced before as the shaver gently vibrated over her soft skin removing a layer from the fringes of her pubic mound. In a couple of minutes the job was almost complete. All that remained was a thin 'runway' down the middle of Amy's pink cleft. 'This looks a bit difficult, anyone wanna have a go?' she asked looking around for some help.'I will!' said a voice. Amy was shocked. It was the voice of Leigh.She had been looking for an opportunity to gain the gangs trust and thus gain n her freedom. This simple act could do just that. She reasoned that it was not that strange as she took the shaver. Leigh was something of an expert when it came to shaving down there. Whilst she did not have the curvaceous body or breasts of a young woman she did have a generous helping of pubic hair. She had been trimming and shaving for a good three years, a necessity when taking part in sport and gymnastics. Older girls in her gymnastics club very kindly offered to assist younger girls with their first shave and this was not that different, she reasoned.She knelt in front of her friend's naked and exposed genitalia. The gang members let out a gasp of surprise as she placed two of her fingers on Amy's labia and manoeuvred the lips to safely expose the remaining hairs. Expertly she manoeuvred the folds of pink flesh until every last blonde hair was gone. For the first time since their hair-raising journey began their was complete silence. Leigh stood up and passed the shaver back to the redheaded girl, who smiled. The girl with scrapped back hair then knelt down where Leigh had been. She licked her finger and then began circling it around Amy's shaven orifice. Amy begged for the her to stop and Leigh looked away and sat down on a nearby seat. She contemplated on what she had done and felt relieved. Now they would let her get dressed and set her free. As for her friends that was not her concern. As with many actions in life not everyone interprets what they see in the same way. Whilst being shaved Amy had very quickly came to the realisation that Leigh was not her friend at all, but rather a selfish bitch who would do anything to save herself. It was the thought of what she would do to her later that took her mind off the finger that had now entered her virginal orifice. For the redhead she had seen the events in a slightly different way to that of Leigh. It was true that she now viewed the posh young woman in a different light and had some trust for her. She asked Leigh to stand and then put her arm around her shoulder and started to lead her towards the front of the bus. It was feeling her bare flesh against her own that reminded Leigh that she was naked. Somehow the comfort of her footwear had for a few moments made her forget. The gang had started their noisy chatting and shouting again as they looked on at their friend assaulting their virgin captive. The redhead gently turned Leigh's head so that she too could witness the erotic site of one female masturbating another whilst other members of the gang were kissing or undressing. In the few moments whilst they looked on an orgy unfolded before her innocent eyes. Tongues caressed nipples, fingers entered bodies and hands felt over eager flesh. With those images engrained in her mind Leigh was lead to the front of the bus with her new friend. Once on their own and seated the redhead planted a kiss on Leigh's cheek. She would not have been too concerned about the gesture on its own, but the fact she was naked and the woman doing it was had bare breasts was a bit strange. To further add to her alarm one of the redhead's hands was resting just below her own right breast. Then followed a kiss on the lips and the cupping or her breast. The kiss was longer than the first and more worryingly she felt a flick of a tongue on her lips. The redhead's free arm went around Leigh's neck and pulled her closer. The tongue probed forward again and slipped between her lips. Fingers found her pointed nipple and gently played with it. Leigh could feel her heart racing as her nipples swelled uncontrollably due to the stimulation. Her chest pounded all the more when the redhead began kissing and gently sucking her engorged nipples and areola. He mind was in total overload, just what was happening to her?Amy was being repositioned and was now on all fours, her rounded buttocks in the air. Hands reached out and felt her ample breasts and played with her nipples. Each girl was taking it in turn to kiss and suck her inflamed labia and flick their eager tongues on her previously untouched clitoris. She gasped at every sensation. It wasn't long before the redhead moved down Leigh's body kissing almost every inch as she travelled south. Leigh looked down to check she wasn't dreaming. No it was real. The young woman was positioned between her open legs and was licking her. The tongue expertly found every sensitive place. Leigh closed her eyes and decided to enjoy the sensation.Whilst Amy and Leigh seduction was firm it was also gentle. True their clothing had been forcibly removed from them but now there was little force just coercion. The effect of the alcohol and the desire to survive without a beating had made them fairly compliant. If only the same could be said of their friend Felicity. Within moments of her arrival and the initial friendly conversation things soon changed for the worse. Her friends had heard her screams for help before she was silenced. There own predicament had focussed their minds rather than worrying about her troubles.The black girls had, without any warning, grabbed her and pushed her to the floor and held her down. They then proceeded to pour a rum-based drink down her throat. She sputtered and tried not to consume it but despite her best efforts and good amount went down. A strong and rather butch young woman sat astride her waist during the attack. Felicity fought for her breath as she swallowed the syrupy drink. Felicity's arms were held firmly above her head and her legs were sat upon to prevent her kicking and lashing out.The spiked drink did its job within minutes. Felicity was soon in a stupor. It was as though she was floating around. She could hear a cacophony of strange voices and music along with visions of her recent holiday and other previous enjoyable events. She lay on the seat almost motionless with her eyelids occasionally flickering and opening. The odd murmur came out of her mouth but other than that she was quiet. She was having a happy dream in which she found herself willing to co-operate with every suggestion and go along with what every was said. Her body felt like putty and she was not able to fully control her movements. But in her state of ecstasy it just didn't seem to matter.Felicity's light bootleg cotton chinos were held in place by a drawstring waistband tied in a bow. A quick pull of the bow and the trousers glided down her olive-skinned legs and off her body. She was then pulled to her feet and manoeuvred into a knelling position on another seat, before being pulled over its back. Her bottom was now facing upward with her arms and head hanging down the back of the double seat. Her conservative white silky tanga-style panties, complete with a tiny flowery design, brought mocking comments from the street-wise teenagers. That was the sort of underwear their younger sisters or mothers might wear. A knife was quickly found and the offending knickers cut up both outside legs and torn away by eager and forceful hands. Her naked white pert arse was now clearly visible to the gang and anyone glancing into the passing bus. Fortunately for Felicity she was unaware of exactly what was happening and there were few people out on the street to view her exposure. However, her dreamy mind was brought into focus a little when one girl smacked her naked rump. The onlookers laughed and then queued to have a turn! The sound of the black flesh raining down on the white buttocks filled the bus. This humiliation was just the start. Once they had all had two or three slaps her bottom was left looking rather pink. In Felicity's drugged mind she thought she had been stung by a swarm of bees, a thing she had feared since childhood. Thus when long tongues began licking and full lips started kissing her naked behind, she interpreted this as the applying of soothing lotion by her two friends. Felicity continued to slumber in and out of consciousness. She wondered why her friends were parting her buttocks and then applying lotion around and inside her anus? She had strength to say a word or move her body away. Three of the gang took it in turns to allow their experienced tongues to rim and then enter her 'tight little rosebud' as they described it. The last assailant entered her with a small finger lubricated with the residue of saliva. The other looked on calling out encouragement.The sexual tension then exploded. Felicity's body was pulled in frenzy onto the floor and her remaining clothing cut and ripped from her. Her halter neck cotton top easily gave way to the vigorous tugging. She then pushed into a seating position and her cute lacy white bra was unfastened and yanked free from her arms. Her black shoes and white socks were also taken from her. For a few brief moments the gang looked down on her prostrate relaxed naked body, admiring her long dark hair and virginal appearance. Then the eldest female theatrically removed her own tight lycra bottoms along with her thong, off too came her matching lycra top and loose footwear. She stood there naked, proudly posing to her appreciative friends. She then lowered herself seductively until she was lying on top of her prey. She began by holding her head still whilst kissing her cheeks and then her lips. Gradually her own dark well-formed body glided down Felicity's smaller but perfect frame. Her lips and tongue enjoyed her breasts and circled her pink nipples before suckling one. She was gentle pulling the tiny pink nipple between her black lips. But her lust and excitement grew like a fire. She began gently chewing on the soft flesh drawing it further into her mouth. Soon a good portion of Felicity's left breast was being sucked inside the large mouth. One of her assailant's hands moulded her other breast squeezing and plying her other nipple whilst her legs manoeuvred between her own. Once her legs were parted the hand soon found its way between her legs and found her neatly trimmed triangle of dark curly hair. A probing index forced its way inside the virginal teen. Felicity's dreaming imagined she was at the doctors and being examined. The woman then released her mouth from the breast leaving a love bit on the naked and wet flesh. She repositioned herself and knelt between felicity's open legs. She continued to probe her tight orifice. The others in the gang grabbed the young woman's shapely legs and pulled them further part so as to get a better view of the penetration. The woman removed her finger after a minute or so, and then licked it like a lollypop until all traces of virgin's blood were removed! She then dived down and pushed her mouth forcibly over the exposed vagina. Her tongue slipped between the damp and exposed lips of the young woman. She expertly flicked it around feeling every little crevasse and tiny bump. Felicity could feel her heart racing and this strange but not unpleasant feeling radiating from her vagina, which was taking over her innocent body and mind.It wasn't long before the other six black young women started to kiss and caress each other and removed their clothing. Felicity was shared amongst them according to the pecking order of the gang. The leader was not going to allow any of her bitches to sample the virginal young woman until she had fully broken her it. Having orally assaulted her cunt it was only fair that the white bitch returned the favour. She positioned her curl-covered and wet orifice just above Felicity's chin. 'Come on gerl,' she said in a seductive voice. 'Lick me nice juicy.' she divided her labia with her fingers.She arched her back and pushed forward. Her pink large labial lips touched Felicity's dainty mouth. Instinctively Felicity licked her lips and in doing so caressed the tip of the woman's labia. The woman moaned in appreciation and asked for more. In Felicity's confusion she licked again and again. It was an unusual taste and sensation but not unpleasant. Soon she had been tricked into placing her tongue inside the welcoming orifice. It was only a few brief moments before the black woman noisily climaxed pushing her pussy hard against the teen's mouth and nose. She then stood up leaving Felicity gasping for air, her face and some of her hair now soaked in the woman's juice.Once permitted the other black girls quickly followed their leader's example. Felicity's vagina was entered by many different fingers, her breasts bitten and suckled and her mouth used for their perverted pleasuring for about forty minutes. They might have continued abusing her passive body had a couple of the gang not remembered the two other unlucky passengers sitting at the front of the bus hidden by the stairwell. The two young women didn't know each other but decided to sit together for mutual support when the bus was hijacked. They had kept quiet and still and thus hoped that they would be ignored. Unfortunately two naked black girls were now standing in front them and glaring down. For Shabina it was very shocking to see nudity particularly in such a public place. Her strict Muslim upbringing had taught her that this was very wrong. Believing women that they should guard their modesty and that they should not display their beauty except to their husbands. Shabina tried not to look up and looked towards the floor and closed her eyes. The black girls looked at her full-length black jalbab her purple hijab headscarf. One then reached forward and yanked at her hijab. The Asian girl tried to grab it but it was off leaving her long dark and silky shoulder length hair exposed. 'If only her mother hadn't made her go into town for the vegetables' she thought.Lauren sat pushed up against the side of the bus clutching her small sports bag. She tried not to be fazed by the nudity, reckoning that she often observed her girl friends and women naked. In fact just over an hour before she had been in the changing room at her dance class and observed many unclothed bodies. She had tried not to hear the sounds that were coming from the back of the bus. Her iPod had assisted her in drowning out most of the rather alarming noises. Seeing the hijab pulled from the Asian girl made her very concerned. She wanted to speak out and demand that they left her alone but feared her own safety. Shabina was then pulled from her seat to her feet. She begged them to leave her alone. 'Please take my money,' she said believing that is what they might want.From her position she could view the other naked embracing females as they played with each other's bodies. She could see Felicity with her legs wide open and a finger being thrust inside. The prudish young woman felt sick at seeking such a sight. They ignored her offer of money and pushed and pulled her toward the throng of naked bodies. The gang members stopped their kissing and intimate embraces and looked up. 'Wow!' said one in amazement.That clearly was the opinion of the rest of the gang who started to pull at the black jilbab. With so many eager hands the poor girl could do little to prevent the loose-fitting garment being pulled over her head. The girls ignored her cried and started to pull down her black cotton trousers and pulled up her cotton top. She was held for a few brief moments wearing just her large black knickers and sensible bra. Her drab garments were hiding a gorgeous and well-formed young body. Her shinning hair fell over her silky brown skin and rested covering her shoulders and bra. Then with much howling and shouting the final items were forcibly removed. She was held firmly so that the leader could get a good look at her puffy breasts, pointed nipples and large dark areola. She then knelt down and quickly inspected her generous forest of dark pubic hair. Normally she would have ordered her legs pulled open, so she could have tasted this delicious beauty but her attention was diverted by the presence of Lauren. Lauren sat in fear as they dragged her fellow passenger away. She looked out of the window hoping to see someone to beckon to. But there was no one. Now she was being pulled to the back of the bus and the black girls were looking at her. She could see the Asian girl naked and sobbing being held by her captives. See also noticed the naked figure of Felicity lying on the floor.The leader moved forward to meet her and kissed her on the lips. Lauren was too shocked to try and stop her or even turn her head. They continued to firmly hold her as the leader unzipped her red tracksuit jacket. Once opened the gang members could clearly see her skimpy silver leotard. The sight of this caused great excitement. Her matching bottoms were pulled down from behind and her tiny item of clothing was fully exposed. Lauren had always felt confident and comfortable wearing such an item at her Saturday dance class. Her feelings now were rather fearful as to the effect it might have in this situation. She was right to be concerned as her top was pulled from her and the leotard pulled down revealing her adolescent breasts. They sat there like two pouched eggs whilst her chest gently heaved as the garment disappeared down her body. She could feel the fabric descending down her well-toned body exposing her nakedness bit by bit. Next her bottom and vagina would be on show. She had often been grateful that unlike other girls of her age she hadn't had to shave or even trim. How she now wished she had more body hair to hide her embarrassment as the leotard slipped over her hips and down her thighs. All her clothing including her trainers were now off. Lauren tried not to show any fear as the leader explained, in her own disgusting way just what she wanted the two girls to do to each other. It was then the bus swerved dramatically and came to a dramatic halt having collided with a burnout truck. Everyone on the bus was thrown to the floor and thus all activities stopped. Then as quickly as the gang had entered the bus they left, clutching their clothing. Their victims sat down confused and dazed. Felicity remained in her stupor unaware of the change of events. Hurriedly all the others came to their senses and grabbed whatever clothing they could find. Amy and Leigh came down to stairs to see the two girls getting dressed and then noticed Felicity laying on the floor legs open and naked with a smile on her face. Amy encouraged Leigh to find her some clothing and they then got her dressed.The five of them looked anxiously about before getting off the bus. They then decided to stick together and started walking and looking for assistance. Thankfully it wasn't long before a police minibus pulled up and a friendly policewoman asked them if they needed a lift. They readily accepted the offer and got in. They were now all on their way to safety and home. END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 42 |
overtime.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/20/overtime.txt | Working in an IT support department you get to interact with everyone, now I've worked at quite a few places over the years and have found that the call center is always the hot spot, not only for babes but also for the older flirty women.They are always up for a laugh and the innuendo usually comes thick and fast, you know the usual "show us your hard drive," or "I need more ram," etc., etc.Well the sales organization I currently work for has an amazing array of dirty cows especially young Sam and her colleague across the desk Sheila.Sheila is especially dirty and has even grabbed my cock and balls once when I was stretching behind her PC, I used to think that she was all mouth and would bottle it if I ever reciprocated her advances until one day.I was working late making system changes, the only other people in were Sheila and Sam who were covering phone calls until 6:30pm, I was crawling under desks swapping cables when Sheila started her usual comments about my bulging trousers and cute ass.I always try to laugh it off otherwise the girls would eat you for lunch and this time was no different as I told Sheila that "she wouldn't know what to do with it anyway".Sam and Sheila screeched laughing and returned dirty comments about an itch that needed scratching.Then they began whispering and laughing then they both disappeared into the toilets.Before we go on let me describe Sam and Sheila.Sam is about 19 and pretty with a lovely pair of breasts and a curvy thick set pair of legs.Sheila is mid forties was probably a stunner in her day, low cut tops short skirts but still sexy in an older women kind of way.My name is Curt, I'm 27 quite tall and look after myself in the gym which is why Sheila keeps grabbing my arse I guess.Anyway when they returned from the toilets I was under their desk patching in cables, they both jumped into there seats and pulled up close to the desk trapping me underneath, they were in fits of laughter as I struggle to get out, then I realised that neither of them were wearing knickers and I could clearly see their pussies.I called them "dirty girls" which seemed to make them laugh all the more, I must admit I was laughing myself."OK," I said."What do have to do to get out," I said matter-of-factly."Lick Sam's pussy," called Sheila."No lick Sheila's," shouted Sam."Draw straws then and I'll begin," I announced."Bullshit you haven't got the bottle," said Sheila."Alright then Sheila first then," I stated.They both went quiet but neither of them moved away, I put my hands on Sheila's knees expecting her to jump up and the game be over, but she never moved a muscle, I parted her legs and pushed up her skirt, still she didn't move in fact she pulled herself closer.I now realised that I was going to have to go through with it and moved my head in close to Sheila's pussy, I could smell her juices as my chin rested on the seat, then I gently brushed my tongue across her pert clit, she flinched noticeably and called to Sam that I was actually doing it, they both laughed hysterically.I worked open Sheila's pussy and began probing jabs of my tongue deep into her, laughing was replaced by a low groan as she slumped further down in her chair exposing her naked bottom, I ran my hands over it as I worked up and down the full length of her pussy with my tongue occasionally straying further down and almost touching her ass hole.She seemed to like this so I began paying closer attention to her ass hole with my juiced up finger and flicked faster and faster with my tongue across her clit, before long her breath became labored with the occasional deep groan, I knew she was going to cum so I pushed my finger right into her ass hole and sucked her clit hard.She grabbed the desk and gave out a fairly loud yell as she came buckets across my face and chin, I'd never know such an intense and fluid orgasm.I pulled away as Sheila slumped on her desk, I waited a few moments and asked to be let out, Sheila didn't move and demanded I "do" Sam before being let out.By now I was really turned on and sporting a huge erection so it didn't take much persuading for me to shuffle over to Sam's waiting pussy.Sam had already slid down in her chair and had her legs spread in anticipation, her pussy was shaven and super smooth and tasty like honey compared to Sheila's.I went to town on Sam's young pussy and gave her the works taking her to the edge several times before allowing her to cum floods over my shiny face.When she had cum she pushed herself away from the desk and allowed me out, as I stood up all shiny faced my erection could be clearly seen making a large tent in my trousers the girls were falling over themselves to get my cock out and I wasn't complaining.They agreed that it was the best head they had ever had and deserved re-payment, Sheila undid my trousers and pulled them down, my cock had shoved itself above the waist band of my pants and had a good dollop of pre cum on the top, she pulled them down and exposed my full member.They both nodded approval and I sat back on the desk and waited for my treat, Sheila went first, she puckered her lips up and kissed the pre-cum of the tip of my cock, then opened up and allowed my helmet to disappear into her mouth, Sam came around Sheila and we began kissing passionately, I managed to reach down and get a couple of fingers into Sam's pussy and fingered her eagerly, she leaned into my fingers and breathed heavily in my ear.Sheila was really enjoying my cock and was taking a good portion of it down her throat whilst massaging my bollocks, Sam broke from our kissing and asked Sheila if she could butt in, so both girls shared my cock licking up both sides and kissing either side of my helmet.They where both wrapping their tongues around the helmet and began and amazing lesbian kiss with my helmet sandwiched between, this was the final straw and I felt my balls tighten, they must have sensed this as they closed their kiss around the head and Sheila wanked me to orgasm, I shot strong hot jets of spunk between their lips which they couldn't quite contain and dribbled down their faces and shot onto my belly.They slurped and licked all the cum off my cock and balls and paid close attention to each other as they snogged, swapping my cum from tongue to tongue.Sheila announced that she still needed to cum some more and that I just had to get my big thick cock inside her!"What can I do to get that hard again?" she said stroking my flaccid member."Carry on with the lesbian show, that should do the trick," I smiled.On hearing my request Sam still with lust written across her face virtually jumped onto Sheila and they continued snogging, both their faces still wet and sticky from my semen.Sam was the first to move up a gear by reaching down and rubbing Sheila's pussy, she groaned and increased the passion of her kissing, within seconds Sheila was cumming on Sam's fingers, Sheila had her hands around Sam's bottom and lifted her onto the edge of the desk.Sheila got down on her knees and buried her face in her young colleagues pussy and gave her excellent cunnilingus to an earth shattering orgasm, I was gob smacked and didn't even realize I had recovered to a raging hardon.Sheila turned around her face covered in Sam's cum and smiled at my hardon, she slid over and wrapped her fingers around it and planted a sloppy kiss on me, I could taste Sam's juices which turned me up to 10 on the boner meter.Sheila guided me off the desk and sat me in an office chair, she then turned her back to me and lowered her oozing fanny down onto my hot rod, it slid in deep with ease then we began fast hard humping, I reached around and rubbed Sheila's breasts, she leaned her head back against my collarbone and groaned, I looked over Sheila's shoulder and watched Sam still sat on the desk furiously rubbing her clit and mewing like a cat.I motioned to her to come over and join in, she hopped off the desk and got down on her knees in front of us and began licking my balls and shaft and especially Sheila erect clit, Sheila grabbed the back of Sam's head and pulled her down tight against her pussy.I felt my sap rising in an instant and the second I pumped my first jet of cum into Sheila she joined me in another strong orgasm, quickly followed by Sam who was still rubbing herself like mad.We were all spent but agreed to meet up again at Sheila's house the following week for some more action, Sheila had a toy-boy lover who she said would be glad to make it a foursome!THE ENDI appreciate feedback please: [email protected] |
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kristies.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/60/kristies.txt | Author note: This story is based on my life, but told from my Step-moms point of view. ***Allow me to introduce my-self, my name is Kristie I am 35 years old with brown hair, blue eyes and a pretty impressive body. I have a very large ass due to much time spent at the gym, and my breasts are at the least a D cup. I have been married for the last 6 years and love my husband very much but he has not made much of an effort to show physical affection to her and she has had massive urges for the last 6 months. But enough with my back story here is the main course. As I walked through the hall once again vacuuming (this seemed to be the only blowing and sucking I had been doing lately) I noticed my step-son Dan's door was cracked open. I went to shut it so he could have his privacy when I saw something that shocked me. He was undressing revealing his tight abs and firm shoulders, then he began to take his pants off then his underwear. His ass was so firm and muscular even for his age of 14.As I started to close the door not wanting him to notice my gawking his cock sprung up, at first it looked to be around 4-inches then it soon grew and kept on growing in thickness and length to a total of 11-inches long and 2 inches thick. As Kristie's breath became frantic she couldn't grasp the size of the cock (he must be part horse she thought.) Then Dan turned and noticed his step-mom at the door gasping for breath and tried to pull up his pants but stumbled over. Kristie went in, "Sweetie it's ok to be upset we will just forgot we saw you like this."Soon night came and Kristie lay in bed twisting and turning thinking of her step-sons cock and how big it was! She wanted it so bad but she knew she couldn't because he was family. Though she did remember the time when Dan's cousin had grabbed her butt then she grabbed his package and beat him off furiously until he came all over her. She decided this was her cock to use and no one could stop her, but when would she use this new toy she thought? Then she remembered the Hot tub! It was the perfect place to execute her plan. The next day Dan was basking in the hot tub with his eyes shut when Kristie came out of the porch and stepped in Ass and all. Dan looked nervous as his step mom's breasts clung to the wet one piece she had on. Kristie said, "So Dan about the other day, I was wondering if you would like to help me out with something?" "Uh... sure like what?" said Dan. Without a word Kristie sprung forward and dived underwater then ripped off Dan's shorts and took a face full of cock. As she came up with a smile on her face and a cock in her mouth she took off her swim suit and asked him if he wanted her, Dan's head moved up and down furiously then it began. Kristie landed the dick right on her clit then she felt him plunge deep in her, as he fucked furiously she tried to calm him down but instead decided to go for the ride. Soon Dan screamed, "I'M CUMMING!"Kristie knew it was not smart to let him blow his load in her but she couldn't resist his cream. When he came he filled he to the brim with his spunk then he laid his dick on her stomach and glazed her with his milk. After it was all said and done Kristie leaned in and gave Dan the most passionate kiss she had ever given a man and said this is the start of a beautiful relationship!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 60 |
watching.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/51/watching.txt | The music was blaring as Earl took another swig of his mixed drink. He had no idea where his partner had disappeared for the last hour. Knowing how Clyde was, he was probably out trying to pick up a date for the evening. Earl caught a glimpse of the dark haired woman again as she briskly walked past his stool at the bar. He barely caught a peek at her large breasts swaying but he got a very good look at the way her hips swayed as he watched her disappear into the woman's lounge.Earl motioned to the bartender to get another drink and turned back toward the rest room as he waited and watched for that gorgeous woman to come back his way.He could still see the vision of her full round cheeks swayed above those beautiful long sleek legs as she strutted by him moments ago. She resembled his wife to a tee the way she was when they were married ten years ago.Janice had gained a lot of weight and Earl was always nagging her about her appearance. Earl took a swig of his new drink as he remembered the day when he moved out of the house.That was sixteen months ago and he hadn't seen her since. They talked on the phone a couple times but never got a chance to get together. Early moved to Miami soon after moving out of their house in Tampa and started an advertising firm with his old army buddy, Clyde. He couldn't even remember all the reasons why he moved out other then the fact that they were having financial problems at the time and Early didn't like the fact that Janice wasn't taking care of herself at the time.The last time they spoke on the phone, Janice wanted him to come back home and start over again. Earl still loved her dearly and he knew she loved him but Earl had gotten the business started and found it very difficult to try and move it back to Tampa.Earl remembered telling her he needed more time to get his business stabilized before he considered coming back home. She told him she was doing great selling real estate and was working on changing her life.Earl caught the glimpse of the dark haired woman again. She was strutting her way toward his stool and Earl was getting ready to stop her when she came near. She was wearing a tight gold dress and Early could see those huge melons swaying as she walked his way.Here she comes. Let her get a few steps closer and stop her. Yes. Early reached out with his arm to stop her and she starred his why and smiled.Earl smiled back. "Janice? Is that you?""Earl? I didn't expect to see you here!"Janice stepped closer as Earl got off the stool and gave her a hug. He stepped back and glanced down at her low cut dress and saw that half her breasts were displayed to the patrons of the lounge."You look absolutely gorgeous, Janice. What happen?"Janice playfully spun around in a circle giving Earl a good look at her figure. "You like?""I can' believe you look so good! What happen? What have you been doing?"Janice let out a girlish giggle as she reached out and held Earl's arms. "I've been working out with my friends for the last several months and I've been eating right and working pretty hard."Earl kept looking at her figure with a wide grin on his face."Janice. I think you look beautiful. I can't remember seeing you look this good since our wedding day."Janice smiled then gave him a quick look over from head to toe."Your looking pretty handsome yourself tonight. What are you doing here? Are you alone?"Earl shook his head and smiled. "Of coarse I'm here alone. Except my business partner is running around here someplace.""Is he the man you told me about?""Yeah, he's the one. He's probably out trying to pick up somebody tonight. He's been single now for two years and he's getting a little antsy."Janice laughed. "I know the feeling."Earl kept starring at her and didn't want to let her go. "Why don't you join me for a drink?"Janice peered across the club as she nervously looked back at Earl. "I'm with a group of friends right now and we are celebrating our weight loss tonight. Sort of a little women's' group and I don't want to keep them waiting too long."Earl laughed. "How long are you going to be in town? I'd like to get together with you so we can talk."Janice smiled before replying, "We'll be here until Monday. I'm free tomorrow afternoon if you want to meet for lunch."Earl smiled knowing she was interested in speaking to him. "Why don't I give you a call around ten tomorrow and we'll setup a place. I know this nice little place in South Beach we can go to."Janice gave Earl another hug and kissed his cheek. "Honey, I have to go before they wonder where I went. I have your number and I'll call you if I don't hear from you by ten."Earl smiled at Janice as she walked away and turned around and smiled back before strutting back to her friends. Earl kept watching her ass swaying in the tight dress until she disappeared out of sight among the crowd of people that were on the dance floor.He did catch a glimpse of her thong beneath the thin gold material of her dress as she was walking away. Earl also noticed that she wasn't wearing her wedding rings tonight. He felt uncomfortable about the lack of the symbolic none presents of her wedding band more than anything tonight.Earl sat back down on his stool and reached around with his right hand and felt his wedding band which hadn't left his finger since their separation begun. Earl then turned around on his stool and glanced toward the dark area of the huge club trying to look over the group of people out on the dance floor. All Earl could think about was his gorgeous wife with her dark eyes and long dark hair and her beautiful pale skin tucked into that pretty dress tonight. Earl hadn't seen her wearing high heels shoes with such a long spike since they dated in college.Earl took another swig of his drink debating if he should walk to the opposite end of the club and try to get another peek at his wife. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea if she were out with her friends right now. Maybe she didn't want to explain anything about their separation and ruin a good night out with the girls.Clyde made an appearance a few minutes later all cheerful and happy as he laid his arm on Earl's shoulder."Earl, why aren't you out there dancing with one of those good looking babes tonight?"Clyde held his arm on his friend's shoulder and twisted him around on his stool as they peered out at the dance floor together. Earl twisted his head around to stare up at the well dressed handsome black man."Your not going to tell me you hit gold out there tonight, are you?"Clyde laughed as he moved his hand down along Earl's back and rubbed it as he cheerfully replied."That's why I cam over here to speak to you about. I just wanted to give you a head's up in case I bring her back to our suite tonight. I wouldn't want you to be surprised if you saw a strange woman in the middle of the night."Earl laughed. "Is this woman that strange that you have to give me warning about?""No, I don't think so. It's just that she hasn't had any dick in a long time and is horny as they come right now."Earl laughed as he thought about something he knew about Clyde. "Maybe I should warn her about you! I remember seeing that huge black sausage you have hanging between your legs."Clyde laughed. "I do remember the remarks you made down at the racket club that afternoon when we were in the shower room."Clyde appeared anxious as he patted Earl on the shoulder. "Listen. I better get back to her table before she changes her mind. I'll catch you in the morning.""OK, Clyde. Just don't knock the bottom out it tonight. I might want to get a little sleep."Clyde laughed as he walked away from Earl across the dance floor and disappeared into the dark club.Earl took a bottle back to their suite and turned on the television then shut the door between his room and Clyde's. He lay on the bed watching a movie until he just about fell asleep when the door opened and Clyde came walking into the room with his shirt off."I don't suppose that you have any condoms packed in your suitcase, do you?"Earl starred up at his buddy with a smile. "I'm really sorry, Clyde, I wasn't expecting to get that lucky this weekend."Clyde looked disappointed as he starred at Earl. "I guess I'll just tell her I had a vasectomy or something."Earl smiled and pointed his finger at his friend. "You better watch it!"A few seconds later and Clyde was gone. Earl switched off the television and fluffed the pillow and turned out the light.Earl heard them talking and laughing for the next few minutes until it absolutely went silent in the other room. It did bother Earl a little that his friend was getting pussy and he wasn't. His dick was hard as he lay on his back wondering what his friend Clyde was doing with his new found lover. Maybe he scared her off when he couldn't provide any condoms or perhaps she took one look at his massive cock and decided she couldn't accommodate such a weapon inside her.Earl's curiosity was getting the best of him so he crawled out of bed and walked over to the door and slowly turned the handle until the door was able to move. Earl had to walk into the tiny hallway that divided their rooms.He was in luck! The door to Clyde's room was ajar and Earl saw a light on in the room. He eased himself slowly down the short hallway until he was standing outside the door and slowly eased forward until he saw Clyde's feet near the edge of the bed. Earl took a chance and gave the door a little push so it slipped open a little further giving Earl a better view of what was going on. They were lying on their side in a sixty-nine position. Clyde's face was buried between the woman's legs. Her back was turned toward Earl and all he could see was her dark hair. One of her legs was propped up over Clyde's shoulder. She was still wearing her high heels. Earl saw Clyde's head moving furiously in her crotch. He knew his buddy was giving her a good tongue job in preparation for what was to come.She was moaning as her hips moved with Clyde's tongue. Her head was rocking back and forth which made Earl think she was licking the head of that big black cock.Whoever the woman was, she was very attractive from what Earl could see. The next thing Earl saw was the woman's body as it began to shake violently as her moans became louder until she finally screamed out in a loud voice."UH...God...Yes...Baby... I'm Cumming!"She moaned out loud as if she were in pain than whimpered. "Oh...Clyde...It feels so good, baby."Earl watched as Clyde raised his head and stroked her thigh and starred down at the woman. "Are you ready for that black dick, baby?""Oh...God...Yes... Clyde. I'm ready for it now, baby."Earl moved away from the door as they twisted around on the bed. He was trying to be careful not to be caught and waited a few seconds until they switched into position.Earl eased near the door again and peered inside and saw Clyde's body which dwarfed the attractive woman straddling above her. She was just opening her legs and Earl could see that huge black salami pointed straight out and resting on her white belly.Clyde was positioned her legs back with his arms until he had her pinned where he wanted them. Clyde began sliding his massive cock along the smooth white skin of his nervous white victim. Earl saw her hands clutching his arms and appeared to be starring up into his eyes with mercy as he rocked his body back and forth until he moved back allowing his big cock to drop down in front of her wet pussy lips.She knew what he wanted and instinctively dropped her hand down between her thighs and took hold of the thick shaft and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy.She whimpered, "Please, honey. Be gentle until I can stretch a little."Clyde didn't answer her verbally but Earl could see his friend rocking gently until the head popped inside her. Earl saw her body stiffen as she let out a yelp. Clyde worked his body until his cock began slipping inside the woman.Earl saw her raise her hand against his belly for a moment as to try and ease his entry until her pussy got accustomed to his size. He could barely see her face in the dim light but saw her long well manicured nails sticking into Clyde's skin as she tried to hold him back from ramming his cock inside her.Clyde raised her legs up until they rested over his shoulders making her eyes bulge out in fear that he would ram his thick cock inside her. Clyde kept his gentle motions with her to assure her that he wouldn't hurt her.Clyde leaned down and kissed her lips as his body began to sway as he pushed himself further inside her pussy. The wet sound of their passionate kiss filled the room while she moaned into his mouth as he started to fuck her in a steady motion.Clyde lowered himself down on top of her and allowed her legs to move away off his shoulders as she moved them around and locked them around his ass. Her hands were rubbing his back as her breath became more rapid.Earl could see her long manicured finger nails dig into the black man's skin above her as Clyde moved his hips from side to side.Earl was excited beyond belief as he made a bold move and got down on his hands and knees and started to crawl into the room toward the foot of the bed. He kept down low until he thought it was safe and slowly raised himself enough to see over the mattress.Earl was only a couple feet away from the vision that filled his eyes. He was watching that huge black cock as it sliced into the woman's tight pussy. Her pussy seemed stretched beyond its capacity.Her pussy lips seemed as if they were stretched out and clasping the big cock that was tight inside her.She started to whimper again, "Oh my god Clyde, I've never felt so full in my life! You're so big and gentle, baby." Earl had the best view in the house. This was better then watching any porno flick he ever saw. He'd always been aroused watching interracial sex but never thought he'd get to watch in person. To his amazement, Clyde began chanting to his white lover. "Tell me, baby. Do you like that big black cock inside you?"She was moaning and making little noises like an injured kitten and finally whimpered, "Yes. I love your cock inside me. It's been so long since I've had anyone inside me and never this big."She whimpered a little then added, "You're so good."The wet sound of Clyde's cock slicing into her wet pussy filled the room as Earl got comfortable on the floor near the edge of the bed. Earl turned his head when his hand touching something on the floor.It was her purse! Earl moved his eyes further across the floor and saw her dress dangling from a chair. Earl began to wonder when he saw the gold dress and studied the material for a moment until he realized it was made like the one Janice was wearing at the club tonight.The sound of the mattress began to get louder as Clyde began pushing into the woman with more force now. Earl took hold of the purse and gently opened the flap and looked inside. He saw her wallet inside and gently pulled it out as he glanced back at the bed. He turned his head back and took both hands to open the wallet and saw her driver's license. Earl just about had a heart attack at that moment when he read the name and saw the face. It was Janice! Earl started to panic as he closed the wallet and put it back inside the purse and carefully put it on the floor where he found it. His heart was racing and his arms began to shack as he tried to figure out what he was going to do next.Earl thought about standing up and pulling Clyde off his wife but couldn't even imagine what sort of scene that would cause.Earl listened to Janice as she whimpered under the big fellow above her and hollered out as her body shook again. She was having another orgasm as Clyde hammered away inside her tight pussy. Earl thought he would dye when he heard Clyde begin to grunt and yelped out like a child being beaten. "Oh God... I'm going to cum... Oh god... Here it is, baby... Take it..." Earl watched as Clyde slapped his massive legs into her upturned ass a few more times and sunk his cock inside her until his large balls slapped against her ass one last time and stayed there as he emptied his seed inside her womb.Earl could hear Clyde as he tried to catch his breath. A few moments later he heard them kissing again until Clyde rolled off her body. The only sound that could be heard was of them trying to catch their breath. Earl thought about crawling back out but was worried about being caught and stayed down low to the floor until he heard Clyde talking."Why don't you get on your knees down on the edge of the bed and hold onto the railing."Earl began to panic. He could hear them moving around on the bed and luckily started to kiss. That gave Earl just enough time to look around and think. There seemed to be enough room under the bed. He quickly moved his legs around and tucked them under first. He wiggled his body and moved further underneath the bed in the nick of time.Earl listened as he heard them moving and noticed a full length mirror on the wall directly across from the edge of the bed. Earl looked up at the mirror and saw his wife's face. He saw her smile and heard her laugh as she held onto the edge of the footboard. Earl could see her large breasts dangling freely as she giggled and seemed to be waiting for Clyde to do something.Earl carefully looked up into the mirror and saw Clyde's face above her body. Earl wondered what he was doing until he saw and heard Janice yelp out as her body jerked forward. Earl had his answer! Clyde was going to fuck her doggie style!"That's it... Careful, baby."Janice purred like a kitten as Clyde began rocking into her pussy. A few moments later and Earl could see her body rocking as her tits swung freely below with Clyde's thrusts. Earl could see his wife's face making little pouting motions with her lips as Clyde fucked her hard. Earl panicked again when he saw Janice stare into the mirror. She was watching herself being screwed by her black lover. Her eyes seemed to be focused on watching how her tits swayed as she whimpered and groaned as Clyde banged her pussy.Earl kept his eyes focused on his wife's face until Clyde finally started to groan and grunt and slapped his body into Janice one last time and came. Earl watched Janice close her eyes and smile as she felt Clyde's sperm filling her pussy.Earl watched the expression on her face and saw her lips move and barely caught the words she said, "It feels so hot coming inside me."Janice stayed in that position as she closed her eyes while Clyde leaned down and kissed her back and shoulders. Earl saw him reach around with both hands and cup and massage Janice's huge breasts. He was apparently still lodged inside her and began to fuck her again.Earl could see that Janice was pushing her ass back against Clyde as she giggled and said, "How can you stay so hard after two orgasms?" Earl listened for Clyde's answer and heard him say, "I haven't had any pussy this good in a long time. I might just fuck you all night!"Janice giggled as she pushed her ass back against Clyde. Earl kept watching the lust on her face and knew Clyde was giving it to her good.Earl watched them fuck until Janice finally turned around and spoke to Clyde, "Honey, why don't you come over here and let me try something with you."Earl saw them moving on the bed and waited to see what she wanted to do. Earl scooted around and put his hand on the foot board and watched as Janice lay on the bed and positioned herself so she could suck on his cock.Earl could actually see her stroking the thick shaft in her hand and starring up at it like she was worshiping it. Earl watched as her face moved closer then saw her open her mouth and take the large head inside her mouth.Janice kept sucking and licking around the head. There wasn't anyway possible a woman could ever get such a huge shaft inside her mouth. What Earl saw next surprised him for all it was worth.Earl watched as Janice opened her mouth and seemed to position her head in a manor in which his cock would slid down into her throat. Earl watched and listened as Janice took it inside her mouth.Clyde's big black cock kept disappearing inside her mouth until her throat made a sound as if she were choking. She quickly pulled it out and licked the head then repeated the same moves with her head.Earl listened to Janice as her throat made sounds as if she were going to choke again. She actually was able to get his cock all the way inside her throat on the third try. Earl could see the tip of her nose touching his hair around the shaft and was actually amazed at how she did that!Janice sucked on Clyde for several minutes and took it out long enough to plead for Clyde to shoot his load. Janice quickly went back to sucking it down her throat a few more times until Clyde began to grunt.Earl watched Janice as she lovingly sucked Clyde's cock as he shot his load into her mouth. She licked the head making sure that every last drop was cleaned off his cock and lovingly played with it with her hands as she starred up into Clyde's eyes.They moved back near the pillows and began kissing again. Earl laid his head on the floor and listened as they began to fuck again. Earl was too tired to get up and just glanced up at the mirror and saw Clyde's feet moving around. He raised his head up far enough to see Janice was lying on her side with her ass pushed back against Clyde. He was lying on his side and fucking her from behind now.Earl rested his head on the floor and almost fell asleep while the couple fucked above him on the bed. They stopped moving after awhile and Earl figured that Clyde must have pumped another load into his wife. He slowly got out from under the bed and slipped across the floor and looked up over the edge of the bed. They appeared to be sleeping but still in the position that they were screwing. Early looked close and saw that Clyde's cock was still shoved inside Janice's pussy as they slept. Clyde's hand rested on her hip. Earl tried to imagine how messy his wife's pussy must be right now with all of Clyde's cum inside it.Earl decided he would get out of the room while they slept and slowly crawled along the carpeted floor until he reached the doorway. Earl peeped back inside the room and thought he saw Janice move and quickly walked away from the doorway.Earl went into the bathroom to pee hoping that nobody heard it splashing into the bowel. He carefully cracked the bathroom door open after turning the light off and started to walk into the dark hallway and got startled when he heard Janice let out a terrified yelp.Early quickly covered her mouth with the palm of his hand. She tried to fight him for a couple seconds until she realized who he was. Her body went from stiff to more relax as he lowered his hand away from her mouth.She whispered, "What are you doing here, Earl?"Earl grabbed her hands and pulled her into his room and quickly but gently closed the door. Janice started to say something but only got his name out when Earl put his lips onto hers and pulled her body against his chest. He kissed her passionately as she circled her arms around her. Earl kept kissing her until she was responding back and after a few moments he pulled away long enough to look into her eyes."You don't know how much I've missed being away from you these eighteen months.""I miss you too, Earl. I wanted you to move back home months ago!""I know you did and I was a fool for letting it get to this. I'm sorry we had that fight and love you very much.""I love you very much too, Earl."Earl kissed her again and pulled her ass against his body. He was rock hard and wanted to fuck her right there in the middle of the floor but pulled her toward the bed.Janice allowed him to pull her near the bed but let out a verbal objection. "Clyde is going to hear us in here. We better stop now!"Earl kissed her again as she kissed him back. "I don't care what Clyde's hears. I want to fuck my wife!"Janice allowed Earl to push her back on the bed and quickly get between her legs. Earl kissed her thighs as she stretched out her legs into the air above his shoulders. Earl was hard and didn't waist much time poking his cock into her still wet pussy lips.He aimed his cock into her slit as he kissed her ankles and pushed forward until his cock hear popped inside her. She didn't flex and stiffen as she had done with Clyde a short time ago. She was still stretched out from the massive thickness of Clyde's big black cock.Earl held her legs as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy. She felt hot and wet but not very tight as he remembered her to be and wondered if Clyde were the only man she was screwing. Earl also didn't notice until a few minutes later that her pussy had been shaven bald. She was definitely out hot to trot tonight! He'd never remembered Janice ever shaving her pussy for all the years they were married. Janice was moving her hips to Earl's movements and reached out and took his hands while they screwed. Earl looked down into her beautiful dark eyes.He was trying to vision how Clyde had just aid on top of her and stretched out her once tight married pussy. Earl picked p speed and leaned forward as Janice gave him verbal encouragement. She wasn't too sure if she had enough energy to have another orgasm right no. She knew her husband wanted to cum and enticed him with kisses as he labored to cum. It only took a couple more minutes before Earl started to send his load of hot seed deep inside his wife's belly.Earl collapsed on the bed next to his wife and pulled her close so that he could hug and kiss her as he caught his breath. Earl stroked her hair as he starred into her eyes.Janice kissed him back but said, "I have to pee really badly."Earl kissed her one last time before helping her off the bed and gave her one last kiss before she walked out toward the bathroom. Earl waited for his wife to return but heard Clyde talking in the hallway.He must have waked up! Earl quickly walked toward the door and peeped through the crack and saw Clyde standing in the hallway kissing Janice on the lips."Let me go pee and I'll be right in there."Earl watched Clyde go into the bathroom and shut the door. He opened the door wide and looked around the corner at Janice.She quickly walked to him and held his arm and whispered, "I better get back before he comes out and finds out we're married."Earl was getting frustrated and nervous. "Janice!"Janice squeezed his arm and gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "We'll talk later."Janice quickly turned around and walked back into Clyde's bedroom leaving Earl standing in the dark hallway. The bathroom door opened and Clyde came out and saw Earl standing there naked.Clyde whispered, "I hope we didn't wake you up!""No at all. I was just coming out to use the bathroom.""Have a good night!"Earl watched Clyde walk into his bedroom and close the door. Earl used the bathroom while he was up and turned off the light. He saw the light under the door and knew they were probably screwing again. Earl lay on the bed starring up at the ceiling and listened as he heard his wife whimpering. She was being screwed again. He thought about getting up and checking them out but was so exhausted that he fell asleep."Good morning, Earl! Are you going to sleep all day?"Earl opened his eyes to see Clyde poking his head inside the room. He turned and glanced at the time. It was eleven-thirty and looked back at Clyde. "I'm getting up right now."Earl stood up and grabbed a robe off the hook and wrapped it around himself and walked out into the hallway. He wasn't sure what he was going to find as he peeped around the corner and saw Clyde cleaning his shoes on the edge of the bed.The bed was all neatly done and Earl wondered where Janice was. "Where is your lady friend this morning?""She said something about a lunch date with one of her friends and left about an hour ago."Earl thought to himself that he forgot about his date with Janice for lunch and quickly returned to his bedroom and called her cell phone."I'm sorry I'm late. I'll meet you at that little café in front of the hotel near the pier as soon as I get dressed."Janice said she would wait and Earl quickly got into the shower and dressed. Clyde was still cleaning his shoes as he walked past his room. He decided to ask a couple questions about Janice and turned around and walked into Clyde's room."Who was the woman you had here last night?"Clyde laughed as he put on of the shoes down on the floor. "I was going to tell you about her but never had the opportunity. I met her several months ago at the club downstairs.""You mean to tell me you've been seeing this woman?"Clyde laughed again. "I'm really sorry I didn't mention anything before tonight. We've met several times whenever she can make it down from Tampa. Let me tell you how hot that woman is in bed!"Earl stood listening as Clyde gave him all the details."She surprised me this weekend by shaving her pussy for me. Can you beat that?""I guess I can't. How many times have you screwed her?"Clyde sat counting on his fingers. "This is the seventh time we got together and it gets better every time.""Is she safe? Is she taking something for birth control?"Clyde laughed. "I told her I had a vasectomy after the fifth time. I think she takes the pill though."Earl felt disgusted and said, "I have to go and get something to eat. I'll see you later."Earl closed the door behind him and took the elevator down. He didn't know what he was going to say to Janice but he wanted to come home. END (The story is based on a real white couple. You can visit my web site at: www.karenkayonline.com ) |
babysit.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/29/babysit.txt | My sister hadnt been gone for five minutes before my two six year old twin nephews started to tug on my tee shirt. "Can we see it... can we see it Uncle Tony? Please! Please! Please! Please!"I laughed and threw myself down on the couch. My two darling six year old nephews bounded on their tennis shoes and jumped up and down. "Can we play with it again, please?" I was eighteen and pretty much in love with myself. I was also a mean fucker, Ill admit to that. I had not only a perverted streak in me, but it was somewhat sadistic. Well, kinky anyway. For example I had gotten six girls in my high school pregnant in the last two years, and I was fucking proud of it. Dick hungry Cunts... wanting to date me because I am damned good looking and the top jock in the school. I dont like to brag (yes I do), but my dick is legendary. And when I and my buddies go out on a fag bashing weekend, all hell breaks loose. But all of that has nothing to do with my nephews. "Well I dont know... if you wanna see it, you gotta tell me the correct names for it." Danny and Damon stood in front of me like they were giving one of those Christmas Program recitals at church ."COCK! DICK! PRICK! PECKER! PISSER! PORKER!" Danny the more outgoing little shit said with a big smile on his face. "FUCKMEAT! FUCKSLAB! CUNTSTUFFER! TWAT TRASHER! SCHLONG! PUSSY STRETCHER! FUCK SAUSAGE! ...AH...AH..." I laughed. "Not bad, not bad at all boys. But what are you supposed to do when you say those words?" Both little boys reached down and started to play with their baby dicks in their blue summer shorts. "And what are our secret names for your Mommy?" Damon raised one little hand, the other one still groping and kneading his little crotch. "Damon, do you have and answer?" I leaned back and spread my legs , and the two little fucks looked at my dick lump in my cargo pants and grew wide eyed. "My Mommy is a Bitch, a Cunt, a Twat, a Dick Ditch, A Fuckhole..." He screwed up his cute little face as he tried to remember more. Danny chimed in, "You forgot, Whore, Slut, Cumsucker, Asshole licker, Cocksucker... boy are you dumb.""Am not...." Damon yelled back at his brother. Then he suddenly remembered, "Cockhound, Prickbreath, Spoogeface, Scag...." "I can see that you boys have been doing your homework. Very, Very good. My babysitting has paid off."Danny bounced again, one hand still tightly grabbing his baby bulge. "So can we see it... can we can we?" I smiled and stood up. "Well I guess you boys earned it." They stood breathless while I kicked off my sandals and unsnapped my cargo pants. They fell around my ankles and I stepped out of them. I now stood in my boxer shorts. I peeled off my tee shirt. I have a damned kewl body. "Uncle Tony you are so handsome." Danny said. "So what?" I frowned. "Eh...sorry. You are so Fucking Handsome." "Fucking A." Damon added. I love it when little kids swear. It's so funny. I taught these little shits every dirty word I could think of and insisted they use them whenever they were with me. "Well, arent you going to ask politely like I taught you to?" "Uncle Tony, please, please take off your boxers and let us see your awesome hunk of fuckmeat?" "Since you ask so nicely...." I laughed and slipped the boxers off my slender hips to reveal my fat dick. The jaws on the little shits actually dropped open and they sucked in air. Their eyes were wide and round. "You guys know that the kids at school pay me five bucks each to see my dick. And Im letting you see it for free." I kicked off the boxers and stood with my legs spread in front of my six year old nephews...my big balls swinging and the flaccid prick hanging thick and heavy at six inches soft. The little boys moved in closer and squinted to study the hefty teen prick. Then Danny looked up my washboard stomach, past my well formed pecs with those awesome nipples, and into my face. "Uncle Tony, did our Dad have a prick like yours?" "No boys, Im afraid your daddys dick was very small and ugly. Hardly worth looking at. Its amazing he could fuck your slut of a mommy at all, so she could give birth to you. But if you do the exercises I taught you, you are sure to end up with dicks like mine." I bucked my hips, so my cock danced and my balls bounced, and the prick grew half hard at seven and a half inches and the boys started to chew their lower lips and giggle. "We try to do the exercises you taught us, but it's hard to fall asleep with pickles up our assholes." "Well you gotta get used to it if you wanna be like me. And no small pickles either. You ask Mommy the Whore, for some nice big kosher pickles. And remember in the morning, you trade pickles and then you eat them." "Thats the yucky part." Danny screwed up his face and his tiny button nose wrinkled. I jerked my big fat teen dick at them. "That may be yucky, but thats what makes your dicks grow. You dont have a dad to help you with this stuff, so I am trying to help you. When you sleep with the pickles up your asses all night, they soak up your ass juice... and that's where the dick growing protein is. But your own ass juice wont help you, your bodies have already assimilated all the good elements, so you need to take daily doses of each others ass juice. Do you understand?" "Ugh, I guess so..." Of course they didnt understand the hogwash I fed them, but at six it didn't matter. "Another way would be to just suck on each others assholes for about twenty minutes each night before you go to sleep." Both boys made a face. "Or if you are sick of pickles, how about trying hot dogs? That might be good.""Yeah, I guess..." Danny said in a light unsure voice. "Tell you guys what. Well try hotdogs this afternoon. Ill even help you. Now do either of you wanna touch my dick?" Both boys smiled shyly and raised their hands. "Okay Danny you first...hold out your hand and let me rest my big fat fuckmeat on your hand."Fuck, the little boy held my cock like it was a fucking sacred relic. It twitched and swelled in the tiny six year old hand. Being a bit courageous, Danny closed his little fingers around the stalk of the dick. Then he began to pump. "Danny, did I give you permission to frig me?" The hand opened up at once and the now eight inch prick bounced and throbbed. "Sorry Uncle Tony." "Well, its just that Damon hasnt had a chance to feel it." Damon jumped in close and held out his hand in the cutest way. I lifted my cuntrammer off Dannys hand and let it rest and throb on Damons. Damon brought his other hand up from his own crotch and gently lifted my fat full fucksack. "Look at that big beautiful prick boys. Isnt it beautiful? Can you smell it?" Both little guys who stood just about dick height to me inhaled and smelled my dick and balls. "Ok, who wants to kiss it?" I pulled back from Damon so my dick quivered in the air and my balls swung. Two little hands shot up in the air as both twins volunteered. "Tell you what. Danny you kiss this side of the dickhead and Damon you kiss this side." I reached up and started to play with my fat nipples as the six year old boys brought their soft sweet young lips down onto my cockshaft. The fuck tool jerked as the boy's lips touched it. They kissed the big mushroom head first, then the stalk. Prick lube dripped from my pisshole. "Who wants Dickleak?" The boys started to fight over it and pushed each other away. "Dont fight boys. Danny got to sample prickleak last time, so lets let Damon slurp some cockspooge today." Damon smiled and seemed to grow taller, and Danny pouted. Damon leaned in and stuck his little pink tongue as far out as possible. Then he put his tongue under the string of dickslime hanging from my cockhead. He scooped up the fucklube and then started to suck on my pisshole. "Dont pout Danny, you can lick my balls." Danny scooted down onto his knees and crawled between my legs. He lifted up his sweet little face and started to lick at my nutsack. "Oh yeah, you sweet little fuckfaces. Keep licking Uncle Tonys fuckmeat." I twisted and snapped my nipples until they ached. "Try to get a ball in your mouth Danny...Damon crawl down and try to suck the other nut." Soon I had two darling little twins sucking my nuts. I wondered briefly how Mommy would feel about that if she knew. I had to laugh."Okay you two kneel on the floor mouths open." They scrambled to obey. I stood in front of them jerking off. "Look at that big fucking cock!" I couldnt hold back any longer. Well, not this load anyway, I had another three big ones in me This first one was just skimming off the excess cream. Later on I intended to introduce these tykes to some serious face fucking. I knew I couldnt get safely up their asses for another few weeks... not until I had opened them up more with our little exercise games, but I vowed I wouldnt leave their home that day until I got at least three fingers up each asscunt."Here she blows!!" I arched my back, stuck out my groin and blew my fuckslop all over the faces of the six year old twins. Globs of thick cum ran down their faces, over their noses, into their mouths. They squealed like teeny girls at a boy band concert. Little six year old cuntboys. I covered their faces with fuck. "Okay now lick each other clean." We had done this before. They licked the spunk off of each other. I told them it would make them big and strong. :"Now boys, I want you to strip bare assed naked for me and show me how you can kiss each others dicks and sacks."In no time at all, the little fucks were all pink and bare assed on the carpet, faces buried between each others legs...smooching dick and baby balls. "Thats how you should be sleeping at night after Mommy kisses you good night. Bare-assed with your faces between each others legs and those hot dogs or pickles up your assholes. Every night without fail. And if you can, go to sleep with each other's cocks in your mouths."Dick slop had drooled form my hanging prick onto my thigh and Damon pounced like an animal onto my leg to lick it off. "You know boys I gotta piss real bad. Lets go into the bathroom and Ill show you some piss games." The three of us made our way bare-assed into the bathroom. It was going to be a fun day. 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 system.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 29 |
adult.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/39/adult.txt | I was a single guy in my mid 30s, and had recently broken up with my girlfriend of the last four years. My libido had always been high, but now it was getting out of hand (pun intended!). I was running around more and more with my pants sticking out in front as if I had a kid's ball bat in there. My heart wasn't yet into finding a new girl because I was still kind of raw from the breakup with Janet. That didn't keep me from needing sex, though. That night I had just dined at a Mexican restaurant near city-center, and was driving home, wishing for some kind of interesting diversion. On the way, I noticed an adult arcade that I'd seen several times but never visited. I knew from the guys at the office that the place offered sexy books and videos. Steve had told me that you could even watch a selection of hard-core videos in the privacy of your own booth. Tonight, that sounded better than just going home and wanking off, and I was in no mood for a bar. Being a devoted pot head, I preferred weed. In fact, I'd lit another Jay right after leaving the restaurant, and by now I was feeling the effects of the outstanding Colombian Gold my connection had scored for me on a recent trip to Iowa. I quickly lit another and toked three or four times before putting it out.I was thinking to myself, "What the Hell?" and turned in. Feeling nervous, but already getting horny at the thought of watching some beauties suck and fuck, I had to rearrange old "Clyde" in my pants to minimize my own "show" before I went in. I walked in bravely, as if I knew what I was doing. I browsed around the books and videos for a while, the explicit pictures and words making me harder all the time. My right hand slipped into my pocket so I could press and squeeze my nearly seven-inch, circumcised pride and joy without being too obvious about it. Paranoid? Naaah. But the good smoke was making my body more sensitive than usual -- especially my cock.I noticed that most people there were guys, but there were a couple of attractive women, too. That surprised and excited me, even though they were with their guys. It was just sexy and exciting to think that some women enjoyed this, too. Sooner or later, everyone seemed to gravitate to the arcade. I watched a few get tokens at the counter before they went in. "Time for action," I thought to myself, so I went over and got ten bucks' worth, wondering if that would be enough. I figured it would, since I was already so damned horny. I sauntered over to the arcade trying to look as casual as I could. Yeah, right! Like no one was going to know I was about to go into a booth and masturbate my hot rod to a roaring climax, or maybe two. Like anyone even cared. They were all there for the same reason: to get their nuts off.I entered through a hallway where the movies were advertised with colorful empty video cartons displayed in a glass case built into the wall. The pictures of women were all great, and the men all well hung. Although I'm not gay, like most guys I admire handsome cocks when I see 'em. And, a couple times in my life I had taken advantage of opportunities to fool around with a guy. Anyway, a sign explained that the number on each carton was the channel on which that video appeared. As I scoped out the triple-X action on the cartons, Clyde was starting to ooze right through my shorts onto my pants. I knew I had to get some relief or my pants would have big spots all over the front. So, I walked on into the arcade's long, very dim hallway, which was lined with a series of doors. Some were ajar, and I chose one of those and entered the little booth. There was a very low-wattage light bulb that was on but there was a switch if you wanted to turn it off. I checked where to drop the coins and where the seat was, latched the door, and fed a handful of tokens into the machine. The video snow changed immediately to a clear picture of a couple fucking. My face got all hot and flushed -- aided by the fine weed, no doubt -- as I watched for a minute before turning off the light and sitting down in the plastic chair. Then I flicked through the channels until I found a video I liked better. It showed a very pretty, golden-haired girl spread on the edge of a hot tub moaning as her guy was licking her clit, rubbing her belly and squeezing her butt. "Ah, yess," I sighed as I dropped my pants and pulled my big woody out through the opening in my shorts. I let my full balls hang over the bottom of the fly of my shorts. I liked that because it put pressure on the bottom of my balls, which always intensified the pleasure of masturbation. I started stroking him up and down as I stared at the action onscreen. The woman in the video was still moaning and sighing as I stroked myself, getting wetter and wetter with my lube juices; but soon my stoned brain realized that I was hearing more than one set of feminine moans and sighs. At first I was too busy getting into the slippery feel of my fist on my leaky cock to pay much attention, but after a few minutes it got through to me that the sound seemed to be coming from next door. I looked around the booth to see why those moans were so clear.For the first time I saw an opening in the side wall, about six inches square. "Ah Ha!" I thought. Bending a little, I looked through the hole into the adjoining booth. The light from the screen there let me see the bare round bottom of what I was sure was a woman moving back and forth a little. Clyde jerked up even higher at the thought of a fine naked female ass right there in front of my eyes... Clyde's way of saying, "Yummmmm, gimme some of that!" As I looked more closely, I saw she was giving head to the proud cock of a guy seated on a bench in front of her, just like the bench in my booth. My hand squeezed my meat harder as I watched and pumped back and forth along the length of him a few times. Watching this action, I suddenly was hotter than I could remember ever being. I was breathing hard, and felt like I could tear down that damned wall.I let out a husky groan. My fellating neighbor must have heard me through the opening. She glanced my way, then moved her bottom over to the opening I was gazing through and shook her cute little ass almost in my face. I took that to mean she wanted some attention, so I reached through and palmed her fine butt, which had the effect of causing her to sung up against my hand in pleasure and breathe a soft, "Oh, yessss, baby!" But it was loud enough for me to hear and the acknowledgment from her only made me squirt more lube. Encouraged, I moved my hand all over her round ass and up and down the crevice between those globes, then down lower between her cheeks to her pussy. My middle finger extended under her looking for her slit. I found it and slid my finger back and forth along her lips. She was sopping wet, and spread herself for me by squatting down a bit and pushing back even more. That let me slip my finger into her fairly deep, then I added a second finger, eliciting an, "UmmmmmmMMM!" from her stuffed mouth. Her pussy was very snug, even with all her squishy juice, and there was indeed lots of that. At that instant, I would have given the world to get Clyde inside this hot and sexy girl's inviting box. As if she could read my emotions, she pressed her butt firmly back against the wall, my fingers still inside her. She bent down further over the cock she was sucking, trying to raise her ass and cunt to a position where I could fuck her. I quickly got the idea -- Hell, I'm no dummy! -- and stood up, pointed my raging erection through the opening and rubbed it around slickly on her bottom. We were both hot for each other and we adjusted our stances so that my helmeted glans -- which felt like it was about to burst -- soon found her slit and slipped inside her one or two inches. God, but she felt like liquid fire in there, and I was mad to plunge myself into her all the way. But the damned wall, although only a couple inches or so thick, limited how deep I could get Clyde into her. I raised up on my toes and pressed my belly tight against the wall to get as far up her pussy as I could, straining my loins forward to the max. I got maybe three inches into her then, and just did those little "almost movements" inside her, concentrating on expanding and compressing my cock by my squeezing butt and pumping blood into Clyde.She started contracting and releasing the muscles inside her pussy around me. She was very good at it, because those soft, hot folds lining her sweet hot cunt massaged my meat better than any hand ever could. She was about to suck the cum right out of me with her convulsive squeezing, even with such a shallow penetration. I whispered, "Let me come over there." But she said, "No," and then, suddenly, she pulled away from my cock, leaving Clyde jerking in thin air. "Nooooo," I moaned. "Please, noooo, baby." But almost immediately, I felt heat and wetness on my shaft again, this time deeper, and with the distinctive roughness of a tongue on the Oh-so-damned-sensitive underside of my helmet-glans. She seemed to like that -- natural, I guess, since I have a bulbous, well-defined helmet with a wide glans, just made for a woman's mouth to enjoy in several ways, as well as being perfect for scraping the sidewalls of a pussy on the outward stroke."God have mercy," I thought. "She's going down on me, now." With her mouth, she could suck me more deeply than with her pussy in this awkward through-the-wall arrangement. I felt like I had smoked about a quarter-pound of hash and had gone to paradise like one of the characters from the Arabian Nights. From her back-and-forth movements and little grunts, I was sure she was being fucked from behind by her partner. That thought made it even hotter. Pressed up against that wall, moaning, lost in pleasure, my prick inside her soft, sweet, fiery mouth, I felt my cum rising and whispered loudly to her, "I'm gonna cum, girl," thinking maybe she'd pull off. Instead, she mumbled what I took for an okay, not stopping her action but increasing her suction. Then I lost it, squirting four or five long streams of my overheated cream into her waiting throat. She obviously wanted it, loved it, even. She didn't hesitate, but took it all and sucked even harder until I was drained and ready to collapse. That climax had felt like a fire hose squirting, and if anything was left she sucked the last drop from me. Only then did she let me go, making a kissy-slurpy sound as Clyde slipped from her still-sucking mouth. I bent and could only whisper a husky, "God, thank you, girl ... that was the best I ever had," through the opening. Her hand brushed my cheek as if to say, "You're welcome," and I took that soft hand and kissed it with as much passion as I could muster in my weak state. Then, she disappeared from my view as the three of us made ourselves presentable to the real world again. I just sat there for a few minutes, getting my breath and regaining my strength, letting my overstrained leg and stomach muscles recover. Then I opened the door and went out. I noticed they hadn't left their booth yet, so I hung around the hallway where they would have to pass, hoping to catch a glance of her in the light. Then I saw them, and my heart did a quick jump. She was a real beauty, dark haired, short, big eyes, a cute nose, and a very nice mouth (I should have known that, right?) Her body was obviously as good above as I knew it was below; she was well built, tits not too big but that's the way I like 'em, and a nice little bubble butt that I adored. I didn't even notice him, my eyes were so full of her. As she passed, she looked at me and smiled. I wondered if she knew that I was the guy she had just blown so wonderfully. A small smile passed between us, hinting that she did, and then they left. I can tell you that she gave me the best female blowjob of my life (so far, anyway), and she was one of only two women in whose mouths I was ever able to ejaculate -- and the other one I had to work hard at to make that happen. Ejaculating in men's mouths was no problem for me, but with women it was. Go figure.Back to the story, I didn't want them to think I was stalking them, so I waited a few minutes, then started to leave. As I passed the counter, the clerk said, "Hey, man, the little dark-haired lady who just left asked me to give this to the guy with the yellow shirt on your way out. You see any other yellow shirts back there?""Nope," I replied, taking the offered card. There was a phone number written on it. I could only guess what that number might lead to. Would I call it? What do you think? I'm not stupid, after all.END[Although I'm not looking for technical, grammatical or philosophical criticism, Tinman welcomes all feedback on how my stories affect you and what you do about it. All civilized emails will be answered. Email [email protected]] |
awifes.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/36/awifes.txt | I watched as my wife Samantha as she pulled her stockings up tight around her thigh and hooked the clasps of her garter belt to the thin silk material. Samantha stretched her beautiful longs legs out making the material stretch, giving her enough material to hook the tiny clasps.My name is Ryan and I love my wife Samantha dearly and much like many husbands who love their wife, consider her the most beautiful and erotic woman on the planet. Samantha is adorable, having long blonde hair and long shapely legs with what I tease her about, "An adorable little round ass."I watched as she clasped her bra and slipped it around cupping her nice tits into the C-cups and pulled the straps up over her shoulders. It was an enhancement style bra which pulled her tits up and together giving her a magnificent cleavage.Samantha was old fashion in many ways, wearing the garter belt was one thing she loved to wear because it would remind her of the old pin-up girls during the 1940's. Samantha wasnt an old fashion woman by any means.My wife was very clever and when it came to sex, she had the ability to seduce and drain me of every natural resource of energy in my body. Samantha could read my mind sort of speaking and had the ability to play on my weakness and could bring our emotions and sexual experiences to the highest.Samantha and I had the deepest respect for one another and we always found exciting and different ways to enhance our marriage. We always left time for intimacy each day regardless of how busy either of us was and we would create situations each day to stimulate new interest.After five years of marriage, Samantha would still make us both feel as if we were on our honeymoon. Samantha worked as a secretary and over the past several months would come home and tell me about one of the guys trying to make a pass at her or maybe a peek under her dress.Each week I would listen to her stories and I began to encourage Samantha to go further and I would intensively listen to my wife as the stories got juicier and erotic each time she came home.It was fun listening to how she would explain a certain situation as to how she would tease and encourage one of the guys at the office until they were right at the edge.Honesty has played a very important role in our successful marriage and one day after listening to one of Samanthas stories, I asked Samantha if she were interested in going further. I never got a direct answer from Samantha but knew she was interested because she would flirt with the idea over the next couple weeks during sex.There were many times when I was screwing Samantha that she would tease me about seeing other men. We would imagine different scenarios on how Samantha would pick up a guy and she would go into detail on what she would do with him.Samanthas fantasy story telling would get so intense that I thought she was actually in a relationship with another man. She would mentally take me right up to that edge like the men she worked with but instead of the frustration they would receive, I would enjoy the best sex this woman had to offer.Im sitting here in our bedroom right now watching my beautiful wife prepare herself for the ultimate sexual fantasy. My whole body was trembling with anticipation as I watched Samantha as she slipped into her dress. She was silent but smiled at me as she sat back on the stool and put on her spike heels.Samantha was putting on a show for me and I was loving every minute as I watched her stand up and walk toward me and leaned over and gave me a very passionate kiss. She moved her hand over my crotch and wiggled her fingers gently across my pants only allowing her long red finger nails to touch my pants.Samantha smiled and kissed me again and walked into the bathroom to apply her makeup while I waited in the chair. I waited a few minutes until I knew she was about finished and walked in the bathroom when she was applying her lipstick.I gently placed the palm of my hand on her nice round ass and moved it around as I felt her ass push against me. The lipstick disappeared into her purse as she reached for the small bottle of perfume. Samantha squirted a couple dabs around her tits than glanced at my reflection in the mirror as she hiked the front of her dress up and squirted her bare pussy mound.I could see her bald pussy reflecting in the mirror and saw the straps from her garter belt attached to her silk stockings. Samantha lowered her dress and the little bottle of perfume vanished into the purse with the lipstick.I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck as she poured some water into a tiny glass. I continued to gently kiss Samanthas neck causing her to shiver when I saw her reach into her purse and pull out a small packet.I was watching over her shoulder and looked into the mirror where our eyes met and I watched my wife slid the little packet open and watched her punch one of the tiny birth control pills out with her fingers and placed it on her tongue.Her eyes were still fixed on mine as she moved in slow motion allowing me to absorb what she was doing and picked up the glass of water and swallowed the tiny pill. I kept watching my wife in the mirror as she slowly replaced the packet inside her purse.We had talked about the pills while we made our plans and I remembered Samantha telling me she would have to see her doctor about a prescription and like so many things dealing with this fantasy, and kept me guessing and wondering for the sack of surprise and eroticism. So, until this moment, I had no idea if Samantha had got the prescription.My heart was beating fast as I placed my hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck again as I kept looking into her eyes in the mirror. She turned toward me and looked directly into my eyes and I could smell the sweat perfume along my wifes breasts. My eyes traveled down and looked at the top of her tits which were cradled and displayed for my pleasure and view.I knew that they were intended for display to another man tonight. A man I didnt even know existed other then a name she had given me a few weeks ago. Samantha had corresponded with this man from an ad she had placed a few weeks ago and for the sack of eroticism, I knew nothing about him.Knowing how my wifes mind worked, I knew she had spent much thought and time on the perfect man of her choice. Someone she would feel would heighten our fantasy to the fullest. I never asked because of the eroticism of the mystery of not knowing who he is or may look like and I wanted the surprise for me to be instantaneous. I completely trusted my wifes ability to carefully select a man who would take her up to that edge as well as suit our needs. Samantha had started her search many weeks ago with many men and finally made her choice eliminating the other men and during the past four weeks she focused on a man Ive only known as. "David."Samantha and David had corresponded over that period on the internet and sometimes spoke on the phone. I had taken many glamour style photos of my wife the past few weeks so she could send them to David. Recently, Samantha had been more daring in her poses which included a few shots in baby dolls or garter belts with heels and bra type shots.Apparently, this man called, "David" has been doing the same thing with my wife and the last pictures my wife had received had excited and stimulated her curiosity. I followed Samantha out of the bathroom watching her ass sway with each step that she made. I looked at the back of her heels as she walked out into our great room and picked up the phone and said, "Ryan. Could you give me a moment alone while I call David and tell him what time he can pick me up?"I walked outside near our pool and watched the water falling down the rocks at the waterfall while I waited for Samantha to confirm a time for David to pick her up. A few moments later, Samantha walked outside and nervously smiled at me and said, "David will be here in thirty minutes so its time for you to leave."This was the first sign Ive seen in Samantha since we had begun planning for this day many weeks ago that she was nervous. Samantha put her arms around me and I did the same and held her tight.I rubbed my hand along her back as I thought that we were actually going to go through with this tonight after so many months of preparation. We gently kissed being careful not to smear her lipstick and exchanged a few comments as I told Samantha how much I loved her and she replied the same thing to me. I looked at my watch knowing I had to leave and gave my wife a final hug before walking to the garage and looked back at her and said, "Be careful."I opened the garage door and started the car and backed out and as I pulled away I could see Samantha standing in the front window watching my car pull away. I knew she was excited and nervous and I had thoughts about sticking around and following them to wherever they were going.I had made a promise to Samantha that I wouldnt ruin our fantasy and stuck to our plans and continued to drive south as I kept watching the time. I kept driving until twenty minutes had passed and circled around the block and slowly drove into the direction of my house.I kept pacing myself until I was within two blocks of our home and checked the time and saw that forty-five minutes had passed and continued to drive straight. I slowed my car when I saw a white Mercedes backing out of our driveway. The sun was going down and the windows were tinted on the car and I couldnt see anyone inside of that car.I saw the car turn and go straight for the highway at a fast speed and watched until it disappeared completely out of sight. I pulled into our driveway and pressed the garage door button and pulled inside the garage. I quickly closed the door and got out thinking that maybe Samantha had changed her mind at the last moment and she maybe waiting inside for me.I walked inside the house and could still smell my wifes perfume and followed the scent into the great room and toward the foyer. I detected the faint smell of cologne a man would wear near the front entrance and saw flowers sitting on the dinning room table that he had brought for my wife.My heart was racing at the thought she actually gone through with our fantasy and maybe hoped in the back of my mind that she might change her mind but that wasnt going to happen tonight.We had planned everything out to the last tiny detail and Samantha would bring her date home and if everything went as well as expected, she would bring him into our suit tonight. She would allow this man to get intimate with her knowing that her husband was only a few feet away.Samantha had said if there were any last minute changes that she would post a note on the refrigerator and I quickly walked into the kitchen and saw a small note taped to the door. It read. "Ryan. I was forced to change our plans when I realized how Id come across to David if he knew the truth about me. Youll find the answer to what Im referring to in the top left drawer of our dresser."I could feel my heart beating faster and could actually feel each beat as I walked into our bedroom and slowly opened the drawer. I opened the drawer and saw a tiny red jewelry box and picked it up and opened it. Inside the box was Samanthas wedding band and engagement ring glistening in the dim light of the room.Samantha knew I would find this very stimulating and erotic knowing that this man she were out with would think she was a single woman and available. I did find the thought exciting but at the same time it made me very nervous.I closed the tiny box and placed it back in the drawer and walked across the room checking the sliding glass doors facing the pool. Samantha had planned on keeping the shades open so Ryan would have a full view of the room if she brought this man in here.Samantha had kept quit about any details concerning her goals or plans with this man on her first date. She wanted to make everything as stimulating as possible for Ryan for him not knowing her exact plans.The anxiety was building as the minutes passed and became hours and Ryan looked at the time and saw that it was 9:00 P.M. which was the planned time that Samantha said she would call him and let him know the status of her date.Soon, ten minutes had passed and there was no phone call and Ryan began to worry as he thought of anything and everything that could go wrong. Ryan stood up and walked toward the window looking toward the street when the phone finally rang and he ran over and picked it up.Ryan was relieved to hear Samanthas voice on the other end of the phone as she indicated that everything was going as planned and she would be home within an hour. It was a relief hearing her voice and finally telling him that she loved him just before ending the conversation.Ryan prepared himself by taking himself a drink into the bedroom he would be staying. The two extra bedrooms were on the other side of the house with the great room in the center. There were sliding glass doors facing the back screened pool area of the entire house.After getting himself settled in the room, Ryan tried to settle himself pouring himself a drink as he waited for Samantha to return. The anxiety was unbelievable and Ryan couldnt sit still on the bed as he crossed his legs and took another swig of his drink.Finally, Ryan had heard a door being closed and heard Samanthas voice and felt some relief that his wife had finally returned home. Ryan stood up and walked to the door and tried to listen to the conversation but could only hear rattling of glasses and figured that Samantha was preparing drinks in the kitchen.Ryan heard their voices for the next forty-five minutes with spurts of silence and a few outbursts of laughter and more recently within the last few minutes he heard Samantha giggling and the faint sound of possibly kissing.The anxiety was killing him wondering what they were doing so Ryan decided to sneak out the sliding glass door and take a look into the great room and see for himself. Ryan gently slid the door open in its track and walked out onto the cement patio and walked toward the sliding glass doors where the great room was located.The curtain was half open and Ryan could see the light on next to the sofa and walked closer and saw the mans legs from the knees down but was afraid to lean over any closer in fear that he would be seen. Samantha was walking around the room and he saw a flicker of light and wondered what it could be when suddenly the lamp was turned off making the room extremely dark. Thats when Ryan noticed there had been two candles lit which explained the flickering light he had seen a moment ago.Ryan was able to move and get a better look into the room and saw Samantha sitting next to the man but still couldnt see much detail. One candle was placed on the dinning room table which was thirty feet from the sofa and the other candle was sitting on a shelf on the other side of the room which made it very hard to see anything in great detail. Ryan could see their figures sitting together on the sofa and with the doors shut, he couldnt hear anything being said inside the room. Samantha suddenly stood up and laughed at something and walked toward their bedroom door.Trying to get a better look into the room, Ryan slowly walked past the door trying to see the mans face but could only see the dark clothing David was wearing and what looked like black hair. It was just too darn dark in the room to see his face so Ryan slowly walked past the doorway and walked toward the bedroom doors.Ryans heart pounded faster as he walked in front of the bedroom doors and saw his wife stripping naked. Samantha was taking her dress off and her bra and garter belt and opened the drawer and pulled out a short black transparent teddy.Samantha slipped the teddy over her head and sat down on the stool and put her heels back on and stood up and walked over to the doors. The light was turned on in the bedroom so Ryan doubted that she could see him standing out there but figured she had a good idea that he was and smiled as she tugged the thin material down which barely covered her ass.Samantha leaned forward looking at her reflection in the glass doors and fluffed her hair back over her shoulders. Ryan wanted to speak to her and even possibly kiss his wife but she moved away from the doors.Ryan had seen every detail on her body including her hard nipples poking out from the thin material of her teddy. Before leaving the bedroom, Samantha lit some candles and placed them on the dresser before turning out the light and walking back into the great room.Ryan slowly stepped back toward the doors in the great room and could see their figures in the room. David was standing in front of the sofa with his back turned toward Ryan and he could only see that the man was very tall and had dark hair.Ryan saw the shirt tossed onto the sofa and saw David kicking off his shoes and the pants dropped to the floor a few seconds later and realized that Samantha was standing in front of David taking off his clothing.Ryan could see his wifes arms around David and they appeared to be kissing until David sat back down onto the sofa and Samantha walked past the doors and leaned down next to the CD player and turned on some music.Samantha began seductively moving toward David who was sitting on the sofa and began grinding her hips like an exotic dancer. Ryan watched his wife move her hips to the beat of the song and moved to where David was sitting and turned her back toward him as she slowly rotated her hips making her ass move.Samanthas hands were moving as well and moved them from her hips than over her head as her body swayed to the music. David was getting a first class show from Samantha as well as Ryan as he kept watching his wife dance seductively for her date.Ryan could see some movement on the sofa and finally figured out that David was removing his under shorts and tossed them on his shirt and sat naked waiting for Samantha to finish her dance and join him.Samanthas routine was very professional as she kept dancing in the room watching the way she stretched her legs and the way she posed herself in front of David. Ryan would have had her down on the sofa by this time as he watched his wife entice this man that would soon become her lover.Ryans own cock was ready to burst in his pants because he and Samantha had refrained from having sex the past couple weeks to build up more excitement for this night. Ryans heart continued to beat at a fast rate as he watched Samantha finishing her routine.Another song began to play which was much slower in rhythm and Samantha began moving her body in slow motion to the song and backed herself near David and watched as the tall man took hold of the thin teddy and started to pull it up over Samanthas head.Samantha was completely naked except for the heels as she continued to move her hips as David stood behind her and placed his arms around her waist. He appeared to be much darker than Samantha in the dim light and Ryan was trying to see the mans face which was buried under Samanthas flowing blonde hair at the moment.Ryan could see Davids hand slid over Samanthas pussy mound and the other hand cupping her tit. His hands were very large and although he appeared very dark, Ryan still could see his face in the dim light.Samanthas hands were covering Davids and she seemed to be pushing his hand tightly into her mound. The music ended and Samantha broke free of Davids grip and hurriedly walked toward the CD player and switched on a small lamp on the table and pressed the button until a particular song played and walked back to where David was standing.Samantha had forgot to turn the light off and was now wrapping her arms around Davids shoulders. Ryan could see Davids hands on Samanthas ass holding her tight and could now see the man more clearly with the light.Ryan watched as the big man continued fondling Samanthas ass and they appeared to be kissing but al Ryan could see was the back of her head and her flowing blonde hair. Ryan kept his eyes glued to the room and watched as Samantha got down onto her knees in front of David which gave Ryan his first view of the man in the room with his wife.Ryan leaned closer to the glass and finally saw Davids face and for the first time realized that his wifes lover was a black man. Ryans heart began to race again beating at a high rate as he watched Samantha suck on Davids large black cock. Ryan couldnt really get a good glimpse of the cock yet but could tell it had to be large the way she was leaning away from Davids legs. Ryan saw David looking down at his wife and watched the big man put his hand behind her head. He held one of Samanthas hands with his other hand as she sucked on his cock.After several minutes, Ryan watched David bend over and kiss Samantha and pulled her to her feet and picked her up in his arms and carried Samantha into the bedroom. Ryan walked back to the sliding doors in the bedroom and watched as David brought his wife into the room and laid her onto the bed and climbed up next to her and began kissing her lips.Ryan could see Davids cock from this angle very well and saw it standing straight out and it looked massively large. David was kissing Samanthas chest and moving his hand along her thigh as she stroked the back of his head.David continued licking and kissing his way along Samanthas belly and down to her pussy mound and skillfully worked his tongue in the area around her pussy causing enough stimulation for her to begin lifting her pelvis up into his face. Samantha turned her head and faced the glass doors looking out where she knew that Ryan would be standing and watching. Ryan moved closer to the glass until Samantha was able to see her husbands face and clearly mouthed the words. "I love you."Ryan replied the same words to his wife as he watched the large black man spread his wifes thighs apart and begin licking her pussy slit until he saw his tongue spreading her pink folds. Samantha spread her legs far apart allowing David better access to her pussy slit and placed her hands on Davids head as the big man moved into position between her legs giving himself better access with his tongue.David slipped his big hands under Samanthas thighs and lifted them back almost touching her tits as he generously worked his tongue inside her pink pussy. Samanthas pelvis was rocking up into Davids face as she held her hands behind her knees keeping herself open for her lover.Samanthas eyes were shut tight as her body quivered from the intense pressure and stimulation that Davids tongue was giving to her. Ryan watched his wifes body begin to violently shake as she started to kick her feet out like a bronco in heat as she experienced her first orgasm. Ryan could hear his wifes screams as David continued moving his tongue against her clitoris.David appeared very skilled as he began to gently relieve the pressure of his tongue off Samanthas clitoris allowing her to calm down and catch her breath and began licking and kissing her inner thigh areas.David was lifting himself up onto his knees and Ryan was fully aware the big black man was getting ready to mount Samanthas pussy. David was kissing her tits and stretching the nipples between his teeth as Samantha rubbed her hands in his hair.David reached down between his legs holding his thick cock in his hand and gently slipped the large mushroom head between Samanthas pussy slit making the head of his cock wet with her juices.Samantha had placed her hands on Davids arms as if trusting him not to hurt her and only had to wait a few seconds before David pushed the large head into her slit causing her body to tense from the extreme pressure of his size.David relaxed and waited a few seconds before gently moving himself forward into Samanthas pussy another inch until she got accustomed to its massive size. Ryan was outside watching the big black man begin his entry into his wifes pussy. David continued to rock his body until he had sunk himself as far as he could inside the tiny white woman below him. Samantha rested her high heeled shoes on his ass and held onto his large arms as David began to slowly fuck her with his thick black cock.David was screwing Samantha with a steady pace as she held onto his arms with her tiny white hands. David had raised Samanthas legs over his shoulder and was now ramming himself inside her tight pussy with great force.Samantha turned her head again and saw her husband outside the glass doors where their eyes met and continued to stare at each other as David rammed and stretched her pussy.Ryans eyes kept focused on his wifes and could see that she was experiencing pleasure along with the excitement of being screwed while her husband watched. Samantha began to chant asking David to fuck her harder and began groaning and squealing at a high pitch while being thoroughly screwed by this huge black man.David was banging into Samantha with so much force, it was causing her head to slide up the pillow each time he lounged forward. Ryan couldnt help to think how beautiful his wife looked with her long blonde hair flowing onto the bed and this huge black body above her as she held on tight to his large arms completely at his mercy.Ryan could see Davids cock as it slipped inside his wife with each thrust and watched the large black ball sack slap against her white ass. Ryan knew they were full of sperm and knew the man had intentions on sending that huge load of seed deep inside his wifes belly.Ryan watched as Davids thrusts became more labored and banged into Samanthas tight pussy with little or no mercy. David was on a mission at the moment, a mission that would send his seed deep inside this white womans belly.Ryan could hear David let out a loud grunt and scream that he was going to cum and slammed into Samantha one last time and held himself deep inside her belly as his load of thick hot cum emptied into her belly. Ryan could imagine the seed hitting her cervix and possibly swimming up that little canal looking for Samanthas eggs at that very moment.Ryan wanted to cum so badly at that moment but waited and watched as the big black man finally dismounted his wife and laid down beside her leaving her belly full of his thick hot cum.Ryan kept looking between Samanthas legs and could see her pussy still gaping wide open from the intense stretching it received moments ago.Samantha turned her head and looked for Ryan as he leaned closer to the glass so she could see him again. She smiled at her husband while she stroked Davids half erect cock and closed her eyes as David kissed her lips sending his tongue into her mouth.Samantha opened her eyes again when the kiss had ended and saw that Ryan was still watching them. Ryan looked horrified when he saw his wifes hand motioning for him to come into the bedroom. He stood frozen in that spot for several seconds until he saw David looking his way as well and decided too slid open the door and walked into the bedroom.Samantha held her arms out for her husband to climb onto the bed and did just that as he made his way between her still spread legs. David was watching them as they kissed and Samantha wrapped her arms around her husband and said, "Did you enjoy watching me get screwed by David tonight?"Ryan kissed Samanthas lips and replied in a whisper and said, "You looked so beautiful in here under his black body. I could tell you were enjoying his cock as much as I enjoyed watching you."Samantha unbuttoned his shirt while Ryan slipped his pants off and kicked his shoes and socks across the floor and laid back down on top of his wife as she guided his cock into her gaping pussy slit.Samantha wrapped her legs around Ryans ass and put her hands on his neck and began kissing him again as David laid next to them and watched them as they screwed.Ryan whispered to his wife and said, "Your pussy is so wet and hot from his cum inside you and it feels so slimy around my cock."Samantha held her arms around her husband's neck and continued to kiss him as she whispered, "Honey. You're pushing his seed deeper inside of me with your cock."Samantha waited until Ryans eyes met hers again and kissed him again as she continued to whisper, "Honey. If I wasnt on the pill I would get pregnant with Davids baby."Those words seemed to excite Ryan as he began to pound his hard cock into his wifes stretched pussy with much force as David stood on his knees and held Samanthas legs high in the air.Samantha continued to enhance Ryans excitement and whispered, "Honey. David is holding my legs up for you so you can push his seed into my womb."Ryan was excited with his wifes words and within seconds, he shot his load of cum inside Samanthas pussy to join Davids. Ryan was completely out of breath as Samantha held him tight and kissed his forehead as she said, "I love you so much."Ryan laid down beside his wife as he caught his breath and noticed that David had already got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to wash up. Samantha laid her head on her husbands chest as he stroked her shoulder and asked, "What about the note you left for me about your wedding ring and how you didnt want David to know you were married?"Samantha raised her head and put her finger to her lips and went. "Hush..."Ryan stared at Samantha waiting for a reply when she scooted herself up next to him and said, "I wanted this to be more erotic for you and only told you that I said I was single. David is aware that youre my husband and only came here to help us enjoy our fantasy."Samantha and Ryan lay cuddled on the bed when David walked into the bedroom fully dressed and reached out and shook Ryans hand and leaned over and kissed Samantha on the lips and said, "I hope you enjoyed your fantasy tonight and if you want to see me again just give me a call."Ryan and Samantha got up and walked David to the front door in the nude and David gave Samantha a hug and another kiss before leaving the house. Ryan kissed Samantha again and asked, "Are you planning to give him another call in the future?"Samantha put her arms around her husband and gave him a long passionate kiss and replied, "I just might do that, I have many fantasys I want to try yet!"Ryan carried his lovely wife into their bedroom and screwed most of the night and talked about their future plans with David.ENDIf you would like to know about me, I swing with black men. My web site address is; www.karenkayonline.com |
initiation.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/81/initiation.txt | What a shitty year this has been. It started with me coming home to surprise my now ex-husband for his birthday and walking in to find him fucking my younger step-sister. She was on all 4's on my bed with her perfect grapefruit size tits swinging as he was pounding her bald pussy. They didn't even stop when they saw me, they just laughed as I saw him cum and his massive load oozing out of her pussy and running down her leg. To make matter worse they got married right after our divorce and I have to see them at all the family functions. Now I am not a bad looking 42 year old mom of 2 teenagers. I am 5'6 135 lbs 34 c tits that sag more than they used to, my ass isn't as firm nor my stomach as tight but I still get hit on all the time. But I tried to be the good parent and not date and spend my time focusing on my children. It has been over a year since I have had any sex and I find myself dreaming of sex and masturbating. I even found it an honor when I noticed my panties cum stained. Tony is 13 now and well, if he is going to masturbate I find it an honor he was thinking of me as he did. But both kids have become harder to handle, but more on that in a minute.The other big event this year was my neighbor and best friend suddenly moving, selling her house and leaving without a trace or a word in advance. Her daughter was best friends with my daughter Kayla, and this then sent Kayla into a deep depression. It left me feeling depressed and abandoned. I shared all my thoughts and dreams with her and even a few of my perverted fantasies. We had even talked and considered exploring our bi sexual desires together; we had kissed and masturbated together but never got any further before she moved away. During my depression, I let my kids do more than I should have but I tried to be more of a friend than a parent because I didn't want to lose them too.They both started smoking pot, and I even joined them a few times. Kayla started dressing sluttier and though I didn't approve, I didn't show it I even went shopping with her a few times to buy her cloths. Now at 16 she is a stunning looking young lady. She is slightly taller than I am, but a totally tight body. She used to be a good athlete but has given that up but still has the build of an athlete. Her tits are slightly larger than mine, which she teases me about all the time, and she has no need to wear a bra because she is so firm. And she has basically given up on them. Everywhere we go there are always guys of all ages hitting on her and she loves it. She has told me she isn't a virgin any more but she is safe.So here it is Friday night, both the kids going out and I am home alone. I go into the bathroom to ask Kayla what she has planned and she is naked and shaving her pussy. She laughs and says its Friday mom, what you think I'll be doing. I look at her model quality body and instantly get jealous wishing I was young again and be able to go out and get fucked whenever I wanted."Who are you going out with?" "Angelo, and he wants me to meet his friends.""You know I don't like him. He is a thug and just wants to use you for sex.""What's wrong with that, he fucks so well, and he isn't that bad he hasn't ever been arrested. He gets great drugs too."I roll my eyes and wish I could just scream at her and tell her she can't go. But my fear kicks in and I tell her to just be safe. "Don't worry mom, I'm taking Tony along, Angelo thinks his sister will love him. Who knows maybe we both will get lucky."Where did it all go wrong I think to myself? I watch Kayla get dressed in a very slutty skirt no panties and blouse that barely cover her tits. Tony comes down and looks at her and smiles. "You look hot sis, if you weren't my sis I would want to fuck you myself.""Tony!" I yell."It's ok mom. He isn't so bad himself."Just then the doorbell rings and they leave. I pour myself a glass of wine and go take a bubble bath. I figure I might as well shave my pussy and relax some. I might watch some porn and get off myself I think. I take my bath, and shave nice and smooth. I rub myself some and figure I should head to my bed. I get out my favorite toy and start looking in my Ipad for some hot internet porn. About 45 minutes have passed since the kids left and I am soaked watching interracial porn. Then I hear the front door open and it startles me. I grab my robe and yell downstairs. "Don't worry mom, it's only us." I head down stairs to see why their home and I am stunned when I see Angelo and a few of his friends with them. I pull my robe tighter as I ask them what is going on. "Angelo is going to initiate Tony and I into his gang and needed a place to do it and I knew you wouldn't mind if we did it here.""What gang? What initiation?""I run the Los Lobos, and your sexy daughter is gonna be my new bitch, she just has to fuck a few the members, and well little Tony here is gonna fuck her too to join." "This is going too far, no way I am gonna let this happen."Angelo and his friends walk over to me and say, "What you gonna do to stop it?" Two his friends grab my arms as Angelo rips open my towel. "Now you scream or try to stop us, well I am going to stop being nice." Just then one the other guys comes down from my room with my IPad in his hand. "Looks like Mama was getting off on porn." "No need for porn when you can get the real thing, maybe we should initiate your mom too, what do you think Kayla."Kayla smiles with an evil smile and says, "I am sure she would love some cock, give her some X and I am sure she'll become a cock loving whore like me."Angelo shoves a pill into my mouth and holds my mouth shut till I swallow it. He then pulls my nipples out far and twists them as I scream. He does it several more times and laughs each time I scream. Then his friends release me. He orders Kayla and Tony to strip and they do. I am shocked when I see the size of Tony's cock, almost 6" for a 13 year old is very impressive and I feel my pussy tingling."Now you have the choice of staying or leaving," Angelo says to me, "But if you stay there will be no backing out no matter what we tell you to do." I look at Kayla and Tony, "You both accepted those terms?" They nod. I look them all over as my pussy juices are running down my leg, "Ok I'll stay.""Great," Angelo picks up his phone, makes a call and says, "we're on." All the sudden about 20 more teenage Hispanic and black boys walk in the house yelling, "Los Lobos!" The three of us look stunned as they all come in and before you know it they all are naked and there are cocks everywhere and hands all over Kayla and myself. My head is being pushed down and soon I have 2 cocks in my mouth and feeling fingering going in my pussy and ass. I get a glimps of Kayla and she has the same thing and one the cocks in her mouth is Tony's. My hair gets pulled in the direction of them two and I crawl over as I suck cock after cock. I am put on all 4's with my head facing the kids and I feel a nice sized cock enter my tight pussy, I orgasm almost instantaneously, deeper and deeper the cock pounds into me as my head gets pushed closer and closer to Kayla's pussy. Then I feel it, a strong stream of sperm exploding into my pussy, I feel it vibrate the walls, it is so strong and so warm filling me up. Then it hits me, my pussy is fertile, I haven't been on birth control since the divorce, and now it is being filled up by a teen Hispanic boy and soon by many others, my mind starts to race and something snaps in me, I am filed with a wave of depravity like I have never felt before, all of my pent up sexual frustrations and fantasies surface and all I want is every type of sex possible. I start to move my head towards my daughter's pussy to taste my first woman but my hair pulls my head away and I look up right into a camera. I smile into the camera. "I see you are filming our initiation as Los Lobos Sluts."Angelo laughs, "Tell me what your desire.""I want ever fucking cock in this room to fuck me and cum in my fertile pussy, I want to eat my daughter's pussy, I want to see her fucked, I want my young son to fuck me and his sister, and I want to become a Los Lobos Bitch.""You admit this is all of your own free will and you know there is not a cock here that is of age.""YES!!!!! I want all these young cock in me."Then one the younger black boys with a nice long thin black cock slides his cock into me and Kayla grabs my head and pulls it into her bald pussy. I lick her clit as she moans and I feel the cock pounding me, he doesn't last long and I feel his cum shoot into me. Everyone is cheering as I eat Kayla as he moans get louder and her hip thrusts harder and harder into my face. I hear someone say time to become a member and I know they mean for Tony to fuck me.I lift my head and yell "Yes fuck your mothers fertile pussy fill me with your baby making juice" I feel his hands grab my hips as his cock slides into the pussy he came out of. Kayla is pulling my head into her so I can barely breathe and I lick her deep and furiously. She lets out a scream as her body goes into violent convolutions and a stream of cum shoots out her pussy all over my face. Tony is slamming me hard and he cums in me as he seems his sister cum on my face and I have an incredible orgasm from it all.Kayla is then pulled away from me and cocks are put into her pussy and her mouth. It doesn't take long before I have another cock in me and in my mouth. As that cock cums in my pussy I am picked up and placed on a cock of one the Hispanic boys lying on the sofa. He starts mauling my tits as I ride him, then I feel lube going on my ass. OMG someone is going to fuck my virgin ass. I am panting as I feel the cock enter me and I feel the two in unison fucking me. I can actually feel them touching though the walls of my pussy and ass, it is an incredible feeling. I am screaming as I cum and someone shoots a load all over my face. The rest of the night becomes a blur of fucking sucking kissing and eating pussy and ass, I don't even know when it ended, I blacked out about 1 am.I woke up the next morning the floor was metal and I was lying on Kayla's cum covered and bruised tits. I focused my eyes when I realized we are both locked in a dog cage in my basement. It is still dark but some light is coming though the basement windows. My pussy and ass are very sore and my tit's have a stinging ache to them. I start kissing Kayla's tits and move up to her lips as she begins to wake up."I'm so sorry mom, I had no idea there would be that many boys or it would get that out of hand, I just thought I had to fuck three guys in my house.""Oh Kayla, don't apologize, yes I had some drugs in me, but it was all me and I loved it all." I continue kissing her and sucking on her tits as I talk. "I have always been a good girl, always doing what people never fulfilling the dark desires that were buried deep in me. I have always wanted to be gang fucked, I have always wanted to try a woman, and I have always wanted to be used as a fuck toy. And to experience this all with you and Tony is like a dream come true."Kayla is moaning hard now at this point and it is hard to move in the cage but I maneuver into the 69 position putting my swallow used pussy on her lips and I tongue her pussy and lick her ass. She licks my clit and sucks my pussy lips and then puts a finger in my ass and starts to finger fuck my ass as she licks me. I eat her pussy furiously as I enjoy her using me. We both start to cum as the basement lights come on. I hear someone coming down the steps as we both cum in each other's mouths. "Good to see you two are still horny," Angelo says as he comes over to the cage. "You need to come with me mommy, we have some business to do, and Tony will be down in a second to let you out to go to the bathroom" he says to Kayla. As I crawl out I look at Kayla's tit and I see her tattoo. Los Lobos Slut is tattooed on her right tit in clear view. I then look down at my tit and I have the same tattoo on me. "When did you do this?""After we were all done fucking you, it's our mark, to make sure you don't back out, that along with the recording, do you object?""No sir."He puts me on a leash and leads me to the back yard and tells me to pee. I had never peed outside before and never in front of anyone, so I was a bit shy but then a solid stream flowed out onto the grass. He then tugged on the leash and I got up and followed him into the house where there were two adult Hispanic people there.My pussy twitches in passion as I am being displayed nude in front of these two adults I have never seen. I feel my pussy lips getting wetter and wetter the closer we walk into the room. Angelo introduces the two as his parents, I look down at the table and there are a bunch of documents laying there.Angelo's dad stands up and walks over to me. He pulls on my nipples stretching my tits out as far as they can go, twists the nipples then let's go. I let out a pleasure moan as he reaches down to my soaked pussy and starts to finger me. He then puts a finger into my ass. My legs are getting weak as he steps away. He looks at Angelo. "This is a great slut you brought, now go help the boy with the other slut." Angelo walks out the room and the dad turns to me. "I'm John, I am the leader of the Los Lobos, so you want to be a Los Lobos slut?" I nod. "Good, because when you do we will own you and your family, the documents on the table are contracts and ownership papers, you will also be selling me your house and giving me control of your bank accounts, and I will be taking control of your kids too." He walks me over to the window and continues "I believe the white race has become very weak and either need to become slaves or be eliminated. If you sign the papers you will become a total slaved to be abused and humiliated as will your kids. Your son thinks he will become a member of our gang but he will not, we have started him on a hormone therapy, so he will be a nice sexy she-male and you and your daughter well you will be good fuck toys. Now watch your daughter be humiliated."Kayla is lead out to the yard to pee as I was by Tony and Angelo. I picture Tony in my mind as a She-male and the thought drives me wild. As Kayla squats to pee, Angelo knocks her over and Tony holds her down. About 10 of the Los Lobos boys come out to the yard with their cock's semi hard and swaying. They form a semi circle around her but making sure they leave me a view. Kayla begins to masturbate, apparently on command. The boys then start aiming their cocks at her and one by one they start peeing on her. She is masturbating furiously as she is covered from head to toe in pee. Tony is being hit with a ton of pee too and I see his cock getting harder as he is covered more. As they finish peeing, Kayla gets on her knees and starts to suck each cock hard. I am so horny seeing her soaked in pee and sucking these teen cocks. Soon Tony has cocks in his mouth too. When all the cocks are hard, Kayla is put on all 4's and she is fucked by each cock one after the other.Each one deposits a load in her young bald pussy. Soon I see her whole body go into convulsions and she is screaming as she has a tremendous orgasm. John reaches down to my soaked dripping pussy and rubs it, I beg him not to stop and he laughs. "See how she is reaching to being used and humiliated, she was born for it. Your whole race is. You had the power and you gave it away. Hell you even elected a black president. You are all weak, and your crave this. Look how wet your cunt is from seeing your kids used."I thought about all he was saying and I knew he was right. I look as a camera man comes out to film us. "So are you freely giving up your freedom to become our slave?" John asks me as he looks into the camera and to me. "The camera will be proof that you are doing this of your own free will." "I do, I want us all to become your slaves and fuck toys.""You know you will become a total slut, you will be abused, you will be breed, you will fuck who we say no matter who they are, what race they are, how old they are. Your daughter will be used the same as you will be, your son will become a she-male faggot. Do you agree to all of this?""Yes, oh yes," I say panting. "I want that all and anything else you decide to do to us. I'll sign anything, please fuck me too, I need your cock in me."I sit down and sign every paper put in front of me without reading anything, I see Tony's and Kayla's signatures on their slave papers and I sign them too. I can't believe I am so excited about giving up everything about who I am. When I sign the last document, Angelo's mom grabs my hair and pulls my face into her pussy. I can tell she has been freshly fucked and she has a mixture of her juices and cum in her. I stick my tongue deep in her and start to lick her. I feel my pussy lips being spread and a head of a cock entering me. It goes in deeper and deeper and spreads me wider and wider. I am trying to cry out in pain but my head is being pulled into her pussy. She is laughing as I squirm and he fucks me deeper and it feels like my pussy lips are going to tear. My juices are gushing as he fucks me faster and faster. "Fuck this white whore with that horse cock John," his wife yells. I struggle to breathe as he pounds my head into her pussy. She squeezes her legs around my head cutting off more air. I struggle to breathe as my pussy is in heaven being stretched and slammed. I feel myself starting to pass out as she releases her legs as air rushes into my lungs and I begin to quiver. Harder and harder my body goes into convolutions, juices squirt out my pussy as I feel his cock explode in me. He tosses me onto the ground as my body continues to orgasm. I looked up at his cock, the biggest cock I have ever seen and wanted more. He tossed me a rain coat and said time to go as he cleared the table of the papers I just signed.Tony, Kayla and I dressed in only raincoats are thrown into the back of a van as we leave our home forever and on to our new lives as sex slaves.To be continued?Who wants to hear more? Please reply to: [email protected] - Gloria~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~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 |
brothersinitiation.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/72/brothersinitiation.txt | I got home from school to see a note on the table. Apparently, my parents had gone away for the weekend and had left me in charge of the house. I was to take care of my little brother too, who was due home in about 30 minutes. I was 17 and in my last week of my junior year of high school. My little brother was 8 and just finishing second grade. It sucked that my parents went away for the weekend. There was a party tonight and I wanted to go. I was going to go, even if I had to take him with me.I took my time when I got in the shower. I made sure it was nice and hot. I washed my hair and my body with my mom's body-wash, the stuff I knew dad liked. It smelled sweet and I knew the boys at the party would like it. I took a little extra and put some on my pussy. I lathered it up and took mom's razor and shaved my pussy until I was bare, save for one thin strip right above my lips. It felt good to be bare. I rinsed off, took more body soap, and put it on my clit. It felt so good rubbing my clit between my fingers. I replayed the threesome in my mind that I'd had with my best friend and her boyfriend. It happened just last week, between the end of the school day and the last baseball game of the year. He was the pitcher for our team and needed some "help" relaxing before the game. He'd made sure the boy's locker room was empty, then we went in. He locked the door once we were in. It was a little awkward at first. We didn't know where to start so I just started making out with her, while letting him watch and get turned on. She and I undressed each other as we made out and I got her to lay on the bench. I kissed up her inner thigh and dove into her pussy, sucking on her clit and biting her lips. I pushed two fingers inside her and finger-fucked her. She would have moaned loudly had her mouth not been full of her boyfriend's cock. I pushed a third finger in and pushed deep. She arched her back and swallowed his cock down her throat by accident. This got him to cum. He shot his seed straight down her throat. She was flailing, gagging and choking, and orgasming at the same time. He pulled his cock out and she almost puked, had I not been eating her through her next orgasm. She came down from her orgasm and wanted to eat me. I straddled her face and felt her tongue on my lips. I also felt her boyfriend's cock press into me. He was pretty big and I couldn't help but cum a couple times from feeling him stretch me. I buried my face in her pussy while he fucked me and she licked me. I felt his cock swell as he was about to cum. Just before he came, he pulled out and shoved his cock in her mouth and shot in her mouth. Part of me felt disappointed that he pulled out. I would have loved to have felt him shoot it inside me. I wouldn't have minded. I was on the pill. I came one more time and got off her. I headed for the showers as they fucked. After a few minutes of washing myself, they joined me. He went to a different shower head but she came and joined me. Her hands felt good on my skin as she washed my back and my ass. We watched him wash himself and played with each other's tits."Ewww!" she giggled and wrinkled her nose. I looked and saw him pissing in the shower. I shrugged and spread my legs and peed too. She just stared at me, mouth wide open. I did the only thing I could do: I kissed her deeply and walked out of the shower. I heard her moaning as I toweled myself off. Obviously, he wanted more. She moaned her orgasm loudly, then joined me where I was dressing. She dressed quickly, kissed me, and left, stating she had to get the car ready for tonight. I smiled and went back to putting on my make-up. I heard him walk up behind me and kiss my neck. I smiled but kept doing my face. I had my t-shirt and panties on, no bra. I felt his hands roam all over my body. He was under my t-shirt caressing my breasts and pressing his cock into my ass cheek. I felt as he pulled my panties down. He began kissing and licking my ass and between my cheeks. I bent over a little so he had better access. It felt good, feeling his tongue on my lips and playing with my clit. He suddenly stopped, and I was disappointed for a moment, until I felt his cock parting my lips and pressing into me. I sighed as he pushed all the way in. Damn, it felt so good to be this filled up. I grabbed the edges of the locker and arched my back. I thrust back on him hungrily. It felt so good to have him that deep in me, having his cock head pushing against my cervix. After a few minutes of pumping me, I felt his cock swell inside me. He was about to cum."Don't pull out," I groaned.I was rewarded with a few extra quick thrusts and the feeling of his cock jerking inside me, then the warm wet feeling of his seed coating my insides. I smiled and moaned, biting my lower lip. He pulled out and I turned and kissed him deeply. Not another word was said. He walked off to get dressed. I pulled up my panties, finished my make-up, finished dressing, and then went home. It was this that I was thinking about as I played with my pussy in the shower.I finished my shower and dried off, not bothering to cover myself, thinking I had plenty of time before my brother got home. I walked naked into the kitchen and got one of mom's wine coolers out of the fridge. They weren't around to stop me, so I thought "what the hell, why not?" What I didn't notice was my little brother standing in the living room staring at me. I thought to myself, "Oh shit! Oh well, cat's out of the bag." The next thing I did only made things worse, or better, depending on your perspective. I walked up to him and offered him a sip of the wine cooler. He took it and had a long swallow of it. He almost spit it out when I grabbed his crotch. I wanted to see if he was hard. He was. I smiled."Come with me," I said, taking the cooler from him. I walked to our parents' room, jiggling my ass just a little. I could almost feel his eyes on my ass. When I got there, I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. "There's a party tonight that we're going to," I began, tracing my fingers over my pussy."You're coming with me.""But... D-Dad said..." he stammered."Dad and mom aren't here," I said as seductively as I could. "They told me to take good care of you, and that's what I'm going to do. Now, take off your clothes.""Underwear too?"I thought for a second. "No, leave those on. I'll take them off for you." As soon as he was undressed, I patted the bed. "Come up here and lie down."He happily did so. As he did, I eyed his little package. It wasn't that big, but I knew it would be fun to play with, and equally fun to train him. I went into Dad's nightstand drawer and found his little bottle of Viagra. He'd cut most of the pills in half, I guess because he wanted to get the most use out of them. I gave my brother one of these halved pieces and had him wash it down with a swig of the cooler. Once he'd laid back down, I got on my hands and knees over him. He was looking at my tits as they hung over him."You can touch them, if you want." I spoke, trying to sound innocent. He reached up, his hands trembling, and cupped both of them. I was so turned on. My nipples ached they were so hard. My pussy was on fire and dripping wet. "Suck on them," I told him, almost begging. I leaned down so he could reach and he took my right nipple in his mouth. "Gentle..." I told him. He took it in his mouth and began sucking on it and tracing his tongue over it. Unconsciously, I pressed my pussy to his crotch, dry humping his little cock. I was grinding into him, half way to orgasm before I realized what I was doing. I stopped, smiled down at my brother, and leaned down and kissed him. I could tell he wasn't expecting it when I slipped my tongue in his mouth. I kissed down his neck, down his chest. His stomach quivered as I traced my tongue over it and down to the top of his underwear. I nibbled on his cock through his underwear. He moved his hips around as I nibbled. He was liking it. I pulled his underwear down and off, and took his cock in my mouth. His cock flinched and he jumped when he felt that. I was really turned on and I could tell he was about to cum, so I stopped. I sat up and straddled his crotch, carefully guiding him into me. He filled me pretty good. I think the alcohol and Viagra helped him grow. I sat all the way down and began grinding into him. He was moaning and so was I. He didn't last long, though. His cock swelled and erupted inside me. I didn't think it was possible for him to get bigger, but he did as he came in me. Feeling his cock spurting and feeling his seed coating my insides made me cum over and over again. I was shivering and sweating as I came down from my orgasm. I laid down on him and kissed and cuddled with him. All he could say was, "Wow!"I told him to get up and get ready to go. "The fun is only beginning." I told him.I waited to get dressed until he was dressed. I did my hair and make-up while I waited. I wanted to give him a show to keep him hard for the ride there. He came into the room as I started. I put on mom's nylons. They came up to my thighs. I then put on her corset. It cupped my breasts just right, leaving my nipples and upper breasts exposed. I connected the nylons to the corset and pulled my denim shorts on, which barely came up over the nylons. I didn't bother with panties. I planned on having a lot of fun tonight. I put on a black t-shirt and added some red lipstick. I was going to be a wolf on the prowl. I looked at my brother and smiled. He was speechless. Gently, I grabbed his crotch. Good, he was still hard. He followed me to my car and got in.It was a short drive to my friend's house. There was already loud music and people there, a few guys but mostly girls. Stephanie knew how to throw an interesting party. I lost my virginity at one of her parties. It was wild. I was drunk and high and splashing in her hot tub and this guy who happened to be naked pulled me down on him. I pulled my bikini bottoms to one side and sat on him. It hurt when I got him all the way in, but I didn't care. I was having fun. I fucked him and we came together. I was on the pill then so I didn't care that he came in me. I was hoping to have more fun like that tonight.We walked in and immediately Steph hugged me and handed me a wine cooler. She asked why I'd brought my brother. I told her that he was here to get an education. She smiled. "Good," she said. "Got a couple of virgins coming. They can practice on him."I got a cooler and handed it to my brother. "Sip on this," I told him after I'd dropped a Viagra in it. "It will last longer if you sip on it."It got more and more crowded the darker it got. I was feeling buzzed and dancing with my girlfriends, bumping and grinding with a few cute boys. I was having a good time when Steph came and pulled me to the back porch. "Look at your brother," she snickered in my ear. I watched as a young girl bounced on my brother's lap while they sat in the hot tub. "When did that start?" I asked. "Just started." she replied. I stepped over to the edge, eyeing him as he got ridden. She was still wearing her top and was facing away from him. She was smiling and moaning. Suddenly, he moaned aloud and grabbed her waist. She bounced faster and giggled, then stopped, her mouth in a silent scream. "He cumming?" I asked. She looked at me, nodding and breathing through her own orgasm. "Mmmm," she sighed, sliding off of him. "That was good.""Is he still hard?" the girl sitting nexy to him. She reached for his crotch and found him still stiff. "Good. I'm next.""No, not yet." Steph smiled and waved her finger at one of the other girls, a blonde wearing pig tails and braces. "She's next."The girl gulped hard and moved over to my brother."Take it off. Virgin," she smiled."All of it?" she asked, scared."All of it."She stood up and first pulled her bikini top up over her head, letting her still-growing breasts free. She wasn't more than 14 but had boobs of a porn star. My brother could only stare. She then dropped her bottoms. She had a nice bush that looked trimmed. Slowly, she sat down on my brother's lap, his cock finding its way between her lips. She winced as he entered her. Steph reached over and pushed her forehead back. It was just enough to get her off balance and she fell back, straight onto his lap. She squealed and her face was a combination of both surprise and pain. Her fall had plunged his cock past her hymen, deep where no man or boy had gone. Before she could recover, he began pulling out and pushing back into her. She squeaked and squealed as he fucked her. With each thrust, she would squeak in pain and delight, saying "Oh!" each time. It wasn't long before he came in her to, probably knocking her up."I'll be right back," I told Steph."I'm gonna get changed."I went into her bedroom, where I found one of the guys I'd been dancing with getting sucked off by one of the virgins. She didn't stop as I stripped, but he was loving the show. Once I was naked, I told her to move back. Facing her, I sat on his cock, slipping him in me."Lick my clit," I ordered her as I fucked him. "Now!" She leaned in and I pushed her face into my crotch. I rode him till he came in me, which wasn't long. Once he was done squirting in me, I got off and told her to keep sucking on him."I added some flavor," I grinned.I put on my bikini and went back out to the hot tub. I got there just in time to watch Steph have her turn on my brother's cock. I climbed in and watched. She was facing him, pushing her bare boobs in his face. She was riding him hard and loving it. She was moaning and riding him hard. As her orgasm built, she rode him harder and harder. Just before her orgasm peeked, I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back and kissed her deeply. She kissed me back hard, moaning into my mouth as she came."Mmmmm," she smiled as she pulled herself off of him. "That was nice, girl. You should do that to me more often.""So, little bro, you liking this?" I asked him."Yeah, but it's starting to hurt," he replied."Here, drink more of this and it'll get better." I handed him the rest of my wine cooler. He took a big swallow of it. Before he could protest, Steph ordered another virgin to fuck herself on him. He moaned in pain as she set herself down on him, her tight pussy pulling at his already raw skin.She pushed all the way down and screamed, crying because it hurt too much. She tried to pull off but it was too late. He was already grabbing her and fucking her. He came in her and she climbed out crying, grabbing for her clothes.The next girl up I recognized. She was the one who was giving the blowjob that I had interrupted. She gave me the stink eye as she got into the hot tub."You're up next," Steph notified. "You get in here, you have to fuck the kid."She looked at my brother and shrugged her shoulders. Off went her bathing suit and she straddled him facing away from him. I walked up to her and pushed her down on his cock. She tried to scream but I was shoving my tongue in her mouth. When I backed off of the kiss, she was moaning a high pitched moan with each of his thrusts into her. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she was saying as she bounced on him. When he came, she came too. "OH FUCK!!" as she felt him shooting deep in her. I leaned back, sipping my wine cooler, and played with my pussy under the water. I watched him fuck a couple more girls. One girl even had him fuck her ass. He was about to pass out so I helped him out of the tub and took him to a room to have him dressed. Two of the naked virgins helped him dress. I was good and buzzed by then, so when I drove us both home, I drove very carefully. Thankfully, we lived in the same neighborhood, so no major streets.We staggered into the house. It was about 3 AM. I was tired and ready for sleep, but my brother was still rock hard. I took him to my room and stripped him of his clothes and I got naked myself. I wanted to make sure that he would be soft by morning."Here," I told him, bending over. "Fuck me."He didn't argue. He came right up behind me and shoved his cock in me, fucking me hard, as hard as he fucked the virgins. Damn he felt good in this position. I think that I awoke an animal in him because he started getting rough with me. He pushed me down on the bed so that I as on my stomach and got on top. He shoved his cock in my ass and pounded me harder than I expected. I was drunk so I didn't mind. He pulled out and then shoved it into my pussy and kept going. By this time, I was moaning my orgasms over and over as they washed over me with violent crashes. He finally came deep and hard in me, flooding my womb with his seed, then was still. \He came so hard, he passed out on top of me. I giggled and rolled him off of me carefully, not wanting his cock out of me just yet. Before I fell asleep, I felt his cock get softer and finally slipped out of me. I fell asleep soon after that.Mom and dad came home and nothing was said of our weekend together. He kept quiet about the fun that he had. Come to find out, a couple weeks later, the virgins that had fucked him had wound up pregnant by him. I didn't tell him, but I'm sure that he would have no issues having a repeat performance at another party, should our parents go out of town.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life inanyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any ofthe scenarios in this story; should seriously considerseeking professional help.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 72 |
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west.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/38/west.txt | No one from our small east coast town had any idea one of our classmates would be coming home on military leave to attend our belated fifth year high school class reunion. Having come all the way across the Pacific Ocean from the Indian Ocean and immediately flying home across the United States this classmate easily won the gag gift for traveling the longest distance to attend our reunion. A whirlwind courtship followed his unexpected return for our class reunion and the weekend before the end of his month vacation we were married.Completing five years of sea duty my new husbands shore assignment for the next two years was only one and a half hours driving time away from home. Even though now married, except for three weekends a month my life changed very little. I still lived at home with my parents, worked at the same job since high school, attended night classes and hung out with friends on the one weekend each month my husband had to remain at the base. Rotating back to sea duty he opted to return aboard ship on the west coast. This would be my first time away from family and life-long friends. Finally we were able to enjoy a real honeymoon while driving across the United States to the military base. We found a reasonably priced apartment complex catering to transient military families. The wives arrived and departed too quickly to form any significant friendships. I was shocked and dismayed wife swapping seemed so prevalent after noticing several wives and their husbands leaving weekend parties with someone elses spouse. Knowing very little about military life the base family service was a big help. The centers orientation program emphasized monetary savings at the base department store (exchange), grocery store (commissary) and gas station in comparison to shopping on the local economy. Marrying a rapidly promoted enlisted combat veteran put us near the top of the base quarters waiting list. Even though married almost three years, I still felt like a deliriously happy newly wed moving into base housing. Six months after the arriving on the west coast I found myself facing the unwelcome prospect of our idyllic life being interrupted. My husbands ship leaving for at least nine month and possibly longer deployment to the Western Pacific and Indian Oceans tempered my wedded bliss. Leaving me alone far away from home and life-long friends I had always hung out with I couldnt help wondering whether or not marriage with a career military man was a mistake.It didnt take long after my husband was gone to realize I had too much free time on my hands. Attending a Family Services Center seminar designed to assist displaced wives in transferring acquired work skills motivated me to apply for civil service job openings on the base. Since boredom was eating me alive from the inside out I completed and submitted the cumbersome federal civil service application.Within a month I was interviewed for a clerk position at the base administration office and a week later was offered an entry-level position. Male and female military and civil service personnel staffed the offices. The division director was nearing retirement and my immediate mentor was also a military wife.Boring days were a thing of the past. However, I absolutely hated sleeping in an empty bed every night instead of once every four nights. Each lonely night I fitfully tossed and turned in that empty bed too well aware of the irony that I was an attractive blonde living without intimate companionship on a military base among so many physically fit men. Not having been sexually promiscuous before marriage my naiveté enabled me to remain aloof with sailors coming to our office for assistance. My mentor, Debbie, couldnt believe I seemed unaware of them checking me out. Likewise outside of work I habitually ignored lecherous sailors lewd and crude comments.A few weeks before my husbands return Debbie invited me to the base Acey-Duecy Club. We were celebrating her husbands last night as a First Class Petty Officer. His promotion to Chief was bitter sweet due to being transferred aboard one the ships in the carrier battle group scheduled to relieve my husbands group. My married co-workers husbands ship left two weeks later. Four days later Debbie surprisingly suggested we go to Happy Hour at the Acey-Duecy Club. Naively I failed to consider how much attention two unescorted, attractive women would attract in a club full of senior petty officers.While I habitually ignored lecherous sailors hitting one me, I admired the much more experienced Debbie fending off many sailors overtures. Much to my chagrin Debbie outwardly seemed unruffled by flirtatious black sailors hitting on us at our table. Upon realizing my discomfort, she leaned over and asked me, "Why make yourself miserable ignoring them?" Interrupting my feeble, "but were married" response, she countered with, "Openly bantering with black sailors keeps white wolves unwanted attention at bay." Seeing my confusion Debbie astonishingly clarified, "Especially since white wives with black men is such a forbidden taboo, whats wrong with letting white men wondering about whether black men are bigger and better is myth or truth work for us?" Imagine my shock upon Debbie suggesting, "Im willing to bet youll not be able to help getting really turned on by incomparably well-hung black sailors sooner than you think!" My initial impulse was to get away from Debbie and leave the club. Although astounded by her audacity, it just wasnt in my upbringing to be so rude. For the rest of that first night together at the Acey-Duecy Club I quietly observed her provocative interactions with several black men stopping by our table.Not yet establishing a close relationship with any new neighbors left me unable to confide the unnerving concerns over the blatantly sexual interest shown toward Debbie and me by black sailors at the Acey-Duecy Club. Having been raised in a predominantly white rural setting I was equally unable to discuss their unwanted attention with friends back home during calls. Throughout the next week I equivocated back and forth over whether or not to go to another Happy Hour with Debbie. Yet when the Friday afternoon invitation came, I didnt think twice about accepting. Having become familiar the prior week with what to expect, I found myself being congenial whenever she introduced me to a few of the black sailors stopping by to chat. By the third Friday I cautiously bantered with a few black sailors whom I remembered being introduced to the prior week. The presence of a live band helped encourage me to accept invitations to dance fast numbers with some of the black men. However, with my mind on my husbands return the next week I declined every request for a slow dance and left the club before the closing set of three slow numbers. Months of long, fitful nights alone in bed were over as I saw my husband coming down the gangway onto the pier. With my husband home we resumed our normal passionate sex three out of every four nights and three weekends each month. Ten months later my husbands battle group received deployment orders.All too soon my husbands ship was ready to leave. With a saddened heart I once again stood on the pier. I couldnt hold back the tears of despondency as I watched his ship until it was a haze gray speck on the horizon.Even though Debbie tried hard to console me, I couldnt help being bitter knowing within a month her husband would be home. Neither of us had any qualms about going to Friday evenings Happy Hour reprieve at the Acey-Duecy Club. Not only did I enjoyably fast dance, but also the occasional inadvertent pubic contact while slow dancing with several black sailors, at least on my part, reminded me about white men wondering about whether black men are bigger and better is myth or truth.Slow dancing more often the next Friday evening assured me Debbie was truthful about the black men being better hung than any white man with whom I had been sexually familiar including my husband. Just like my husbands prior deployment I fitfully tossed and turned in the lonely bed each night. Only that weekend and every night thereafter I couldnt seem to resist increasingly fantasizing about sailors with big black cocks. During a lunch break at work a month after my husbands departure I admitted to my mentor and co-worker she had won her bet. Unsure of what I meant, I reminded Debbie last year she had told me, "Ill not be able to help getting really turned on by black sailors being so well-hung sooner than I think." The very next day at lunch Debbie presented me with a beautifully gift-wrapped present instructing me not to open her special gift until I got home that night.For the remaining months of my husbands deployment my sexual arousal steadily increased anticipating Fridays Happy Hour at the Acey-Duecy Club. Provocatively I tightly pressed my pubic mound to every black slow dance partners unmistakably big cock bulge. Afterward I went home alone to salaciously enjoy Debbies beautifully gift-wrapped nine-inch black dildo not only ecstatically alleviating my sexual frustration, but also steadily eradicating any remaining inculcated racial prejudice. Never having actually forsaken our marital vows for those long months I was elated to see my husband coming down the gangway onto the pier. Operational demands on the Pacific fleet necessitating unusually long in port working hours, including Saturdays more often than not, were not the only devastating news for our reunion. Because I loved my husband, and that's what counts, our marital sex should have been as good as before this last deployment. In spite of my upbringings once ingrained racial aversion flirtatious black sailors at base administration kept me feeling attractive and desirable with flattering attention I should have been getting from my husband. Subtly I encouraged the lecherous interest of intriguing black sailors hitting on me at work. Months of secretly alleviating sexual frustration with Debbies gift conditioned me to accept prior passion with my husband could no longer be matched unless fantasizing our marital sex was a black fucking. Once again I stood on the pier and watched his ship until it was a haze gray speck on the horizon. Only this time I didnt have tears of despondency knowing I would provocatively slow dance with black sailors at the Acey-Duecy Club on Fridays. As soon as well hung first and second class black petty officers have my married white pussy hot and wet enough to fully enjoy my favorite black fucking substitute I intended to leave the Acey-Duecy Club in order to remain faithful to my marriage vows.Discovering an unfamiliar carton in the carport storage shed I naively believed we somehow overlooked opening a box during our move. The contents astounded me. Presuming my husband hid this box while the ship was in port, undoubtedly in his hasty departure he forgot to take his until now secret stash of pornography.Initial repugnance and slamming the offending carton into the storage shed gave way to curiosity over the course of the next week. Retrieving the carton after my commissary shopping Saturday morning I took the small box into our bedroom and emptied the contents. Eight well-worn paperback novels fell out into a pile on the bed. Rifling through the pile I couldnt help finding the lurid covers offensive to my naïve sensibilities. Titles that shockingly jumped out at me seemed to be about marital infidelity. Nevertheless, I couldnt seem to stop myself from organizing the sex novels alphabetically by title. Lying back on our bed with Afternoon Delight I noticed several dog-eared pages. Totally forgotten was my normal fare of evening and weekend mind-numbing television as I immersed myself in skimming through Afternoon Delight, Closing Hubbys Deal, Pool Party Swap, and Sex in Suburbia dog-eared pages over the next week. Refusal to imagine myself in place of the portrayed wives being steadily supplanted by arousal was first evident in spiked nipples I couldnt seem to salaciously resist caressing. As my vaginal cleft became profusely wet I didnt hesitate to insert my trusty black dildo for needed relief. Every evening after work I found myself too intrigued to resist resuming the prior evenings lurid secret. The only time my free hand ceased pushing and pulling the big black dildo into my hot pussy was to turn another page. The entire next weekend as I read every one of the four novels from cover to cover I couldnt help equating the illicit scenarios to partying unfaithful wives at the apartment complex we lived in when first arriving on the west coast.Monday evening I finally picked up Social Workers Dilemma and was intrigued to find it contained interracial extramarital sex between a white wife and black male clients. Unlike prior novels skimming dog-eared pages of Social Workers Dilemma, Straying Wives, Wanton For The Boss and Wives Secrets was far more pleasurable imagining myself in place of the white wives featured in each novel. Leaving Friday Happy Hour after only two drinks I found myself completely caught up in the interracial eroticism for the entire weekend.Over the weekend as I read each plot of the four interracial extramarital novels from cover to cover the ebony phallic substitute ecstatically enhanced salacious images of each black cock fucking me as the white wife. Monday through Thursday evening after work I induced multiple orgasms with the big thick black dildo while rereading each of the four interracial extramarital novels. Each novel enabled me to equate my trusty black dildo to the phallic descriptions. Each nights vivid interracial dreams left me increasingly disposed toward satisfying my desire for erotic excitement. By Friday morning I no longer equivocated over remaining at the Acey-Duecy Club after Happy Hour. During our office farewell luncheon for Debbie, since she was accompanying her husband to Bremerton Shipyard, I could not resist letting my most trusted confidant know she was instrumental in successfully converting me into a willing white slut for black cock with a conspiratorial wink while discreetly and quietly telling her, "In more ways than one you have been a wonderful mentor. So tonight Im going to demonstrate my appreciation for your professional and personal tutelage with my first black fucking!" Obviously those last four favorite novels compromised once tenacious refusal to commit adultery for desperately needed sexual gratification. A full week of interracial extramarital erotic scenarios not only enabled me to envision myself as a white wife receptive to extramarital flings with black sailors, but also preferring no strings attached sex with big black cocks. Overindulgence in libations provided the necessary excuse for a sober black dancing partner to drive me home. Jamal kissed me and I relished his thick, soft lips against my lip-glossed ones. My first kiss with a black sailor felt fantastic as his tongue danced with mine, deepening the kiss; making it more urgent. "I love the way you kiss," I moaned into his mouth, "and your lips taste so good." He answered by kissing me deeper still. I felt the same sexually induced urgency and let my fingers roam up and down his broad back. I could feel his well-defined muscles through his shirt.Hot kisses accompanying mutual fondling in the car motivated me to verbalize how difficult it had been to overcome former marital fidelity and racial hang-ups. Looking directly into my escorts eyes I decreed, "Jamal, theres something I need to say before we do anything. Ive never cheated on my husband and I dont know how to feel about you being here or about what were going to do, or not do.""I understand. The way I look at it, you are a gift given to me tonight. I want you to feel comfortable about whatever we do. So anytime you want to stop, just say the word and we will."Jamals perfect answer erased any clinging doubts. I smiled, feeling my erotic dreams not only had been granted, but also presented as a gift to open and enjoy. My eyes drank in his smooth dark skin, his long hands and fingers, his perfect body. Then I sensuously ran my fingers up and down feeling the muscles in his arms and his smooth ebony skin. We were making out in my car parked out of sight in the enclosed carport. While running my hands up and down his chest and abs my hands couldnt resist straying lower. Although recent erotic dreams couldnt really make up for what I lacked in experience, I was no longer quite as shy after reading the last four erotic novels. Fondling the huge bulge in his pants I couldnt resist fulfilling one of my fantasies as I coquettishly asked, "Would you like me to suck this big thing?"He chuckled good-naturedly as he responded, "I don't know if you really ought to do that. If you put a lip-lock on my black mamba, then itll undoubtedly spit at you."With unabashed lust I exclaimed, "Oh yeah! I think I can handle that."To say how wrong I was has to be the understatement of all time! As soon as I got his pants open his big black cock emerged and immediately enthralled me. My hot white married pussy got so wet just looking at the amazing midnight hued cock in the dimly lit carport. It was thick with protruding veins and was getting harder and longer as I held it. With open-mouthed amazement I watched it grow in my hand while feeling his big thick black mamba getting as hard as a steel pipe."Are you mesmerized?" He asked me as a joke. He unknowingly hit the nail on the head. I had to be honest with Jamal."I've never seen such a big cock. Have any other women doubted they could handle it inside of them?""Most gals are intimidated at first. They don't know how much they can handle until they try. Honestly, I thought a woman as beautiful as you would have her pick of well hung guys and naturally presumed you preferred black guys.""I haven't until this past week. But you make me so glad I am now." And with that I bent over and took my first swollen ebony cock knob into my mouth. Hot, hard and huge, sucking on his luscious black cock was amazing. He leaned back and moaned while I licked up and down his midnight hued magnificence, all the time looking up into his eyes looking down at me.After a few minutes of licking up and down his dick, freely bathing his black boner with my saliva I slid the top of my dress off to let my unfettered boobs swing free. Squeezing his big thick black cock between my boobs I began to tit fuck my first extramarital lover. Pushing my boobs down to the base of his meaty monster and driving my mouth over his cock knob, I was able to fit over half into my mouth and throat. Jamal evidently was in heaven, moaning, holding my hair and spreading his legs while he arched his back. He was obviously turned on just letting me continue to get him off. I wanted to feel him come in my mouth.Suddenly I felt his cock stiffen. "Oh my God, Girl." accompanied a blast of his cum into my mouth. Spurt after spurt hit my tongue sliding on back into my throat. As I drove my face onto him as hard as I could I felt his cock knob push into my throat deeper than I thought possible. His buff body shook as he held my hair keeping my mouth on his blasting cock. His climax was amazing. "I loved sucking your cock, Jamal." The truth was that he could have left right then and I would have been satisfied. Giving my first black cock oral pleasure turned me on as he had such a gorgeous long and smooth cock with a big, plum-shaped dark knob. I had never had a black cock in my mouth before and it was incredible. He tasted and felt better than the interracial eroticism had made me anticipate. Sucking my first black cock made me feel ecstatic and my interracial extramarital fling had only begun.Once he regained himself, I invited Jamal to spend the rest of the night with me. I couldn't wait to get him inside me. I had to know if a big thick black cock sliding in and out, stretching my pussy lips felt even better than the fabulous dildo. Already aware the dildo was bigger than my husbands cock, I knew Jamals big thick black cock would be a far greater challenge.In my bathroom was a full body mirror. I stared at myself in it wondering if I was really ready to become an adulteress. For over two years I had remained faithful and still loved my husband. In spite of the inherent long absences attendant with being career military I wanted to remain married to him. Until discovering my husbands secret stash of porn novels a couple of weeks ago I was convinced I had everything I wanted in a long-term marital relationship. I admitted all of that to myself standing right there in my bathroom with my panties soaking wet. But I had a deep desire to be with Jamal, even if it was just for his big thick black cock. "Am I to become a secret black cock slut?" I asked and further added, "How can a woman have such strong feelings of love for one man and still want to be sexually gratified by another?"I tried to stop thinking as I looked at myself in the mirror again. My blonde hair was a mess and my dress was hanging from my waist. Undoubtedly I wanted to be fucked. I needed to feel my first black cock inside of me. I hoped my first black fucking would be wonderful. Without any further qualms, I slipped out of my dress.When I saw myself almost naked in the mirror, except for panties and red heels I decided I would look so hot with nothing covering my freely offered body. Pausing only a moment I decided my underwear had to go too. There I was naked except for a pair of sexy red heels. I turned and opened the door, stepped out ready and willing to not just commit adultery for the first time, but also in the process fulfill the past weeks steadily increasing need for no strings attached extramarital black fucking.I found Jamal sitting on the living room sofa with one leg up on the coffee table. Equally naked he was slowly stroking his mammoth midnight hued meat. That big thick cock looked like an ebony spear that I wanted run through my hot white pussy. I wanted my first black extramarital partner to give it up to me and turn me into a wanton white wife for black cock.I stood in front of him with my legs wide apart. Uncharacteristically I began to finger myself in front of him, watching as he kept stroking his colossal cock. My pussy lips and fingers were so wet. I was hot enough to fuck and my first orgasm was on its way. Jamal looked up at me and said, "Turn around so I can see all of my sexy white booty call."I turned my body, but I kept looking over my shoulder at him looking up at me as he pumped his magnificent meat. I was getting off seeing him stroke that big black cock I had so recently loved sucking. I stopped myself from climaxing and for a second I saw my far away husband's face. However, my husband was half way around the world and at this moment I knew I wanted Jamals big black cock more than anything. That mammoth midnight hued magnificence created salacious feelings inside of me I'd never known before. I had become the embodiment of ebony and ivory illicit lust."Oh Baby, Your legs, booty and boobs make me want to come."I was close already, but watching a black man stroking himself on my sofa say that pushed me right to the edge. Then he drove his hand hard down to the base of his big thick cock and voluminous jets of cum shot out of him and I went over the edge. Looking back at him with one set of fingers in my hair and my legs spread lewdly apart, I came on my other set of fingers."Fuck me, Jamal. Fuck me with that incredible cock of yours. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fill me with that big black mamba. Bend me over and give it to me. Fuck me... Fuck me now."He looked up at me as I woefully looked at his wilting ebony erection. I turned and walked over to him tracing his lip line with cum coated fingers. One of his hands rose up my leg meeting my pouting pussy lips. I looked down at his beautiful black cock, astounded that it was already coming back to life.I mentally ordered myself, "Time to fulfill your dreams. Take all of your first big black cock!" Kneeling over him and straddling his legs I slowly lowered myself down onto that first big black cock being held upright for my married white pussy. My profusely wet pussy lips parted and I carried out my self-imposed orders until Jamals purple cock knob reached my cervix. Everything about my sexuality changed when the first ever impalement orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave.Jamals unbelievable sexual prowess assured me his black cock is bigger and better. Clinging to martial monogamy during my husbands last absence instead of fulfilling interracial inclinations had been so foolish. After an amazing weekend with this well-hung black extramarital partner assured me that I would never again be able to resist discreet offers for black fucking.Wanton weekends as a secret black cock slut with Jamal only lasted two months before his ship left. Having experiential proof, "blondes who go black have more fun," I had no qualms with Jamal introducing me to his friend Reggie. Ecstatic to be clandestinely set up with another black sailor just returning from the Far East I surreptitiously confirmed Reggie to be very well hung while slow dancing with him at the Acey-Duecy Club after Happy Hour. Although Reggie had duty the first weekend after Jamals ship left, I had no qualms with remaining at the Acey-Duecy Club after Happy Hour. Far more careful about how much I drank the evening was spent enjoying all my slow dancing black sailors big cock bulges arousing me. As I had done throughout my husbands second West Pac deployment and the beginning of this one I went home alone to pleasure myself with my trusty ebony dildo. The next Friday we discreetly left the Acey-Duecy Club separately and met at my base quarters. He had all weekend if it went the way I hoped it would. Knowing I was going to insure we enjoyed every minute together there was no need to rush. Nevertheless, in a fog of black cock lust I forgot to close the carport door as my hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt. I needed to take his shirt off and feel his ebony skin. I broke from the kiss, "Reggie, let me take this shirt off.""Okay," he said with a smile as he started to pull it over his head, "but lets close that door first."I slammed the door shut, but he didnt kiss me again. Instead he started to work on the buttons of my blouse, kissing and licking the skin as he revealed it. My hands were rubbing the strong muscles on his back. He opened my blouse all the way, pulling it out of my skirt so he could unbutton all of it, and whisked it off my body. His hands started on my shoulders moving down to my ribs and my tippling tummy. Yet he didnt touch my breasts. He was teasing and driving me crazy with lust.As soon as I felt his hands on my breasts my aroused body came alive begging for his touch. He touched my proffered boobs lightly over the shelf bra. My nipples became turgid under his sensual touch. He bent down to kiss the skin around my bra and then his lips were circling my spiked nipples. Drawing them hard into his mouth was accompanied by my lustful moan. I wanted his lips on my bare breasts without any further teasing delay. As if reading my mind he reached behind and unhooked my bra, tossing it to the floor. His tongue licked at my spiked nipples. "Girl, you are so sweet," he whispered right before he closed his lips around the turgid nub and suckled me sweetly for a few moments. But then he sucked hard on my spiked nipple flicking his tongue around the very tip. "Oh god, Reggiethat feels so good." My eyes were closed and my hands were on his shoulders, holding on. "Girl I want you to see my lips sucking your beautiful white tits. Open your eyes baby."I did, and the erotic contrast of his dark hands and face on my milky white skin was enough to make my knees weak. "Reggie, lets move to the bed. Please, please baby."He ran his hands all over my body while I reciprocally explored his sexy ebony torso. I wanted to taste him so I leaned in and licked his neck. I moved my fingers over his chest muscles and caressed his equally turgid nipples with the pad of my index finger. He softly moaned. "Oh you like that, do you baby?" I said as I leaned over to take a dark nub into my mouth like he had done to me. "Yeah Girl, I like that a lot!" I could see his erection through his pants and reached down and stroked it through the denim. He was long and hard and ready. I undid his belt and his zipper and pulled his pants and his boxers down, all the way off. I got off the bed, neatly folded his clothes and placed them on the bedside chair. When I turned to face him again he was lying on his back, his arms under his head, his cock hard on his belly, staring at me. Involuntarily I licked my lips. He was like a delicious treat, much better than the croissant I had that morning, I walked to the edge of the bed and then crawled to where his cock laid waiting. I took the hard black shaft in my manicured fingers enthralled by the contrast with the black of his cock. I stroked it lovingly. "Baby, you have a gorgeous cock. I cant wait to feel it in my mouth and in my hot white married pussycan I kiss it now baby? Can I suck your big beautiful black cock?" Talking dirty to a black extramarital partner turned me on like crazy. Undoubtedly he wanted what I wanted."Go ahead girl. Its all for you." Before the words were out of his mouth my open-mouthed kisses surrounded the purple cock knob and down the length of his ebony shaft to his cum-filled balls. I licked him on the way back up, using lots of saliva to make him wet for my hands and mouth. I put the head in my mouth and sucked, using my tongue to lick around my second and even bigger luscious black cock. "Oh yeah," I moaned. Black sailors tasted so different from my white husband. He was even longer than Jamal. He watched me through heavy lidded eyes. No doubt I was driving him crazy. My pursed lips must have looked so good around his hard black cock. My blonde hair splayed over his taut black belly while one hand stroked the base of his cock and balls while the other lightly stroked his nipples. I continued to suck him deeper and had more than half of his magnificent midnight hued meat inside. I started sucking him hard on the upstroke dripping spit onto his cock. He grabbed my head trying to control my cock sucking and I let him lead me. Although Ive never let my husband cum in my mouth I quickly developed a craving for illicit black lovers luscious cum. Lustfully I wanted to taste this second black cock exploding into my mouth.He was talking dirty making me hotter and hotter until I thought I would explode while I sucked him. I wanted him in my mouth all the time until my husband returned. All I could do was moan around this big black cockI felt him grow even bigger in my mouth. "You want me to cum in your mouth girl? Are you sure? Im going to a nut babyoh god yeah, Im going to cum now!" I felt the first load flooded my mouth and his cum tasted so good. Multiple spurts in quick succession forced me to quickly swallow but some of his luscious cum still leaked out of my lips onto my chin. So caught up was I in the thought of how good this second bigger black cock felt in my mouth that I didnt hear him speaking to me. "Finish taking your clothes off girl, I want to look at you."I knelt on the bed and pulled down the zipper of my skirt, revealing the sexy black panties to him. He could see that I was already thoroughly wet, my blonde pussy thatch glistening with moisture. I sat on the bed, finished taking off the skirt and threw it on the floor. "Stand up by the foot of the bed girl."Regretfully I obeyed and went to stand near the foot of the bed. I felt very exposed. I was letting him take total. "Touch your boobs girl. Make your nipples hard for me."I turned to fully face him tweaking my nipples, feeling them spike. Reggie ordered, "Wet your fingers girl and stroke your nipples again."My second black extramarital lover was lying back on the bed that until two months ago had only witnessed sexual intimacy with my husband. This is so different I thought. Sex with my husband had waned due to his intense work schedule but still had become so predictable and I couldnt even orgasm without fantasizing myself doing exactly what I was actually now doing for the second time. Recent experiences with Jamal assured me that fucking this second black man is going to just as pleasurable, if not better. Without any qualms I wet my fingers, seductively stroking them lightly over my bottom lip. Teasing him and myself I slowly inserted two fingers into my mouth. I brought my fingers from my mouth and made tight little circles around my spiked left nipple. My spittle cooled making the nipple very tight and hard. I put my fingers back into my mouth to wet them again and then repeated the action on my right nipple. I felt so wanton, so alive. I loved the feeling of touching myself for him. I wanted to finger my hot wet white pussy, but instinct told me to wait. "Girl put your foot on the bed and let me see your pussy," he whispered to me.I put my foot up on the bed, showing this black lover my hot wet white married pussy. "Touch yourself girl. Touch your pussy. Let me see how wet you are. Let me see how much you want a black fucking," he said while bringing my wet panties close to his face.I moaned as I reached down with my left hand displaying my wedding rings and lightly touched my pussy. My right hand remained on my breasts, squeezing my nipples, making them ache. Meanwhile my middle finger slid from my clit to my inflamed, wet, throbbing pussy lips. Resisting the impulse to push into my pussy, I closed my eyes, and hung my head back in lustful abandon"Fuck yourself girl. I want to see your fingers disappear in your hot white pussy."I inserted one finger, then a second. Once again I was touching myself in front of a black lover, fucking myself in front of him. And I loved it. I saw that he was stroking himself too. But now my black silk panties were wrapped around his girth. His big thick black cock was hard again. Reggie was hard for me and I was on fire. "Reggie, Im going to cum and I cant stop it.""Get your fingers outta my hot white married pussy!" he demanded.Reluctantly I removed my fingers from my pussy. I wanted to cum. But I was going to play this his way. I provocatively rubbed my fingers lightly on his lips, a trace of my taste and scent still on them and then I bent down and kissed him again. "I loved touching myself for you. I am on fire for your big black cock!"Reggie lecherously pulled me down to him, rolled me on my back and kissed me. He wanted me to know that he was on fire for me too. I could feel his enormous cock against my belly and I squirmed beneath him wanting him inside me. I reached down with my hand, wanting, needing his big black cock in me. He took my hand by the wrist and brought it up above my head, pinning it to the pillow. I was going to explode if he didnt fuck me. "What do you want girl?""I want your beautiful black cock inside me. Please, fuck me Reggie," I whimpered.Instead he brought down his free hand and entered my tight wet pussy quickly with one finger, then two. He started to slowly stroke me telling me how wet I was, how hot I was, how good it was going to feel when he finally did fuck me, how incredible my pussy would feel around his hard dick. It didnt take but a few minutes of this and I felt myself start to cum harder than I had in the past two weeks. He let go of the hand above my head as he felt my orgasm start and I instinctively clutched him as my hips bucked against his fingers. I cried out his name at the peak of it, and he whispered in my ear how incredibly sexy I looked while I came. He kissed me while I was coming down, slowing his fingers down until I quieted below him and laid back content, a wanton smile on my face. He brought the fingers that had been in my pussy up to my face and spread my juices on my lips before he bent down to lick and kiss my mouth. My tongue came out to join his as I grabbed hold of his hand and brought his fingers into my warm mouth. We kissed and then I sucked on his fingers while I reached down and gave the head of his dick a squeeze. He grabbed my hips and pulled my hot wet pussy over his big black cock. With his purple cock knob prying open my willing pussy lips he took over the fucking. Bringing his hips up and stroking me until he had most of his midnight hued magnificence inside my white married pussy as I swooned in black cock lust. Meanwhile I held on to the headboard as he fucked me slowly from underneath and my pussy clamped an even bigger, thicker black cock tight on every upstroke."Two months ago I never thought Id ever fuck like this. Dont stop fucking me with that big black cock. Fuck me like this forever!"He stopped and grabbed my hips hard and ground my wanton white married pussy against him. I moaned loudly as he answered, "Girl I am going to fuck you for hours and when Im finished, Im going to fuck you all weekend!"Intense multiple orgasm surpassed the erotic pleasure experienced with my first black extramarital lover. Vivid mental images from the erotic novels flitted across my mind and I couldnt wait to try some of them not yet experienced with Jamal. .Finally, long afterwards, when he held my head in his hands and looked up into my eyes on an upstroke that touched me further inside than any man had ever been, he said to me, "Girl Im going to cum. Do I cum inside you baby?""Oh yeah you hung black stud. I want your load inside me. Reggie, please fill your hot white married pussy with cum."He fucked me harder, if that was possible, and I felt him stiffen inside my clasping vaginal sheath and start to cum. He bit down on my nipple and I welcomed the pain. He relaxed beneath me. He nuzzled and kissed my neck. With his big black cock still inside my hot white married pussy, his huge load slowly leaked out of my very well fucked pussy. I had taken a bigger, thicker black cock and loved it. Riding the crest of a mind-blowing orgasm I knew at that moment I was completely and totally addicted to black fucking and nothing in my life would ever be the same again. "That was so incredible Reggie I dont even have words." I breathlessly said while I stroked his back and firm ass cheeks.After our first fantastic fuck I lifted off Reggie and lay on the bed with my thighs open provocatively caressing my satisfied pussy inviting him with my eyes and my hands back into my body. "I want you to really fuck me again Reggie. I want you to unleash the beast. Im going to tame that beast," I whispered. "Are you sure you can handle it girl?""Why dont you try me? I dont think Ive ever wanted anything this badly before." And he did! Reggie mounted me and fucked me hard and fast. Almost losing consciousness I didnt care. Black fucking felt incredible. He stroked his black cock in and out of me like a piston. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine as I held on to his shoulders for a wild, ecstatic ride. I lost myself while he was fucking me. He was like a magnificent beast, lost in his pleasure, which was now mine. For the first time in my life I understood the true meaning of multi-orgasmic. It seemed that as soon as one climax ended, another followed to take its place.In the throes of unparalleled passion became even hotter when I heard Reggie taunting me with his dirty talk. "Woman this weekend is just starting. There wont be a position, or a fantasy, or a wish that you have that we wont do.""Oh my. Is that right? Tell me Reggie.""Well I would bet that rosebud on your ass is cherry and I want you to know that its mine." He smiled as he said it, but I still didnt believe Id willingly give it up to his far too humongous back cock."And I havent had a chance to eat you for hours yet." His voice trailed off at the end of the sentence and I felt it in my pussy as if he was already tongue fucking me rather than just exciting me with his dirty talk."And then of course, there are the other things. Things I wont tell you about but will keep you guessing over. Hows that for starters?"I responded with a lustful laugh and, in spite of reservations about losing my anal cherry, said, "Sounds incredible lover, when do we start?" "Right now baby" he said as he moved down my body and started to slowly kiss and suck my hard clit. Dipping his tongue inside my pussy and tasting his sweet cum and my wanton wetness, running his thumb down the crack of my tight ass, threatening to insert it with pressure, while his wicked tongue continued to lightly tease he added, "unless youre too tired.""No wayI have never experienced anything like your big thick black cock. Im hooked on black fucking." And with that I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the incredibly wonderful pleasure of his talented tongue. Secretly intending to continue interracial sex with this irresistibly well hung second black extramarital partner until my husbands expected return certainly seems to prove, "once a white woman goes black, she cannot resist going back!" In spite of my own behavior I couldnt believe Reggies claim quite a few white wives on the base have secret black lovers. Reggie showed me pictures of interracial couples having sex at Rosa Rita Beach, Baja, Mexico. I didnt believe these were military wives from this base until seeing my co-worker Debbie in several pictures and recognized a woman Id briefly met at the base Family Services Center in some others.Reggie noticed I looked at one of the photos of the black man she was with for a long time. Obviously I was staring at the biggest cock Id ever seen. Chuckling at me staring with my mouth open in disbelief Reggie quipped, "She's the only woman who can handle him. I guess you can see why."For several days and nights I couldnt help thinking about the pictures and kept wondering how any woman could handle someone as extraordinarily well hung as that black man. Finally I just had to find out whether or not the picture was doctored. I went to the Family Services Center where the woman worked and struck up a conversation with her. Not only did she know who I was, but also discreetly let me know that she knew that I have already been sexually involved with black men. We went for coffee, and after a while she told me about Derrick, the man in the pictures. She looked at me with an impish smile and said, "My husband's back, but I'm sure Derrick would like to meet you. Do you want me to discreetly introduce the two of you?"Two days later I pretended to casually sit with Derrick during lunch at the base cafeteria. For the past two days and nights I was obsessed with wanting to see how big his black cock really was for myself. After leaving the base cafeteria I just blurted out, "I heard you are pretty big."He smiled and said, "It difficult to find a woman that can handle all of me."That opened up things between us and as soon as the door to my housing unit closed we were passionately kissing and fondling each other. Not too long after entering the house he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He started undressing me with absolutely no resistance. Then he took off his clothes.His amazing black cock was not only long, but also very big around. This mans midnight hued meat was so large it really scared me; but at the same time fascinated me. We lay on my bed, fondling each other while talking for more than an hour. Finally, I was so turned on, wet, and curious I got up enough nerve to let him try entering me with his he black cock. That first afternoon together I could only take part of him. Over the next month and a half with persistence and definite pain, he was finally able to get all of his enormous ebony cock inside my hot wet white cunt. That first time he finally got his entire ebony enormity inside of my pussy, he just stayed deep in my married white pussy without moving. Derrick gently whispered, "You did it. How does it feel?" In spite of the excruciating pain at my cervix, I half-teasingly answered, "Does this mean from now on Ill never be satisfied by any smaller cock?"Equally half-joking Derrick retorted, "Maybe you didn't know it, but the real reason white guys don't like us is, Once their wives have had black, they don't want to go back."Seeing the pain registering in my eyes and on my face, he whispered in my ear encouraging me to relax. Derrick added, "This is called resizing, Just relax and let it happen."Derrick just stayed there not moving, looking at me, praising me with terms of endearment encouraging me to relax even more. Finally due to his tenderness and patience I was able to relax and gradually the pain kind of went away. Already tuned into me he started the most gentle out and in movements and said, "I'm going to do this until I come." I kept looking into his sensual brown eyes, wondering how long he would gently fuck me until his approaching climax made him forget his promise and how much being pummeled by such a huge cock would hurt. His humongous black cock was solidly against the top of my vaginal sheath and when he climaxed I distinctly felt the pulses of cum at the opening of my vulva. Apparently I've got a large cervical cavity and of course never felt anything like that with any other man.It took a couple more weeks of gentle sexual intercourse before I was ready for really hot, passionate sex. When we finally got to that point, it was most definitely a feeling of accomplishment. One night at Rosa Rita Beach I overheard a white guy ask Derrick, "Can she take all of it?"I thought Derrick might slug the guy. Instead Derrick said, and it wasn't in a whisper, "Every bit, and almost every night!" I was ecstatic to hear Derrick was proud we were a couple.The white guy didn't believe it, and so later in the night he asked to dance with me. Derrick had no objections. When a man is that well hung he obviously isnt worried about some white guy stealing his woman.On the dance floor the white guy began with some awkward small talk. Before the music finished he said, "I've seen photos of that guy you are with, and, I don't care what he says, no woman can handle someone like that."After all the pain I went though, that really pissed me off. With an edge in my voice I declared, "He gets it all in, every bit of it. What do you want, pictures?"He looked at me, and sort of smiled in obvious disbelief, which pissed me off even more.Derrick had been bugging me to take some sexually explicit pictures of us together. He repeatedly said my husband would never see them. I finally gave in and he set up his camera with a self-timer. We kept changing poses while the shutter clicked away especially concentrating on full penetration. He always wanted me to look like I was really enjoying our hot black on white fucking which was absolutely no problem. When I saw the pictures, I couldn't believe that large of a black cock could fit into my little white cunt. It was not until I saw our photos that I realized how very black and very white and how erotic our difference looked together. The images were scary to look at, as well as a turn-on. After reviewing twice all the photos of our wild time together I whispered in his ear, "Take me to the bedroom." I carefully hid the couple I asked for with my black dildo in the back of my closet. Walking around the base I noticed some black and white guys gawking at me in disbelief. With their eyes focused on my pelvis it's not hard figuring out what they are thinking. At first I was ashamed. After finally approaching the Director of the base Family Services Center and beating around the bush with her for a while she pulled out the photos of her and Derrick at Rosa Rita Beach. Of course I didn't tell her I had seen them before. Unaware she said, "I've seen your photos, so it's only fair that you see mine."She paused for a moment before warning me, "I better tell you this, just in case. A guy that was really pissed at my husband sent a photo of Derrick and me to him. I looked at it and tossed it aside and said, It was obviously fake; no man is that big. Fortunately he agreed adding, I sort of figured. Evidently doctored photography enables guys to create this kind of porno. And besides, it doesn't even look like your body."Having more in common than most people on this base might suspect the Family Services Center Director further confided, "Some of the women have tried sex with Derrick, but were unable to handle him. When I set you up with him, I didn't think I would have to share the honors."We looked at each other and burst out laughing. Suddenly the point of her conversation dawned on me. I couldnt resist asking the obvious question, "You mean photos of Derrick and me are going around?" After the recent gawking from both black and white sailors, I knew she was wrong when Lynn quietly confided, "Only among the few white wives on the base who have secret black sexual partners." Carefully making sure we werent overheard Lynn exclaimed, "You certainly have earned your membership into our inner circle!"Even though Lynn and Derrick secretly resumed their extramarital affair as soon as her husband deployed, I met him a couple times for coffee. But since I wasn't going to be lonely any more we just talked. After willingly fucking three progressively bigger black cocks over the past few months I really needed to let my vaginal sheath resize back before my husbands return.Now I knew not only is there sex with someone you love, but also a womans vaginal elasticity made resizing to black cocks incomparably pleasurable. My husbands five-year tour of sea duty meant deploying once more to the Western Pacific. No longer deluding myself into adhering to martial monogamy reinforced my belief in, "blondes who go black have more fun!"Throughout my thirties and forties good genes and regular workouts kept my body sexy enough to attract secret black lovers after each frustrating hiatus during my husbands two-year shore tours. During my husband's sea tour deployments I either seduced new equally discreet or exchanged mutually familiar well-hung black extramarital lovers with a select few military wives. Twenty years of arduous sea duty evidently took a heavy toll as my husband suddenly passed away two years after retiring. A year later I couldnt resist an ecstatic smile upon conclusively proving, "once a white woman goes black, shell always go back" is not a trite cliché. Being intrigued by persistence enabled me to discover a handsome colleague secretly passed for white so successfully for so long I almost rejected his overtures along with every other Caucasian's. Finding a wonderfully well-hung black soul mate undoubtedly must be attributed to all those wonderful years within our secret inner circle of West Pac Widows.END |
gloria.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/45/gloria.txt | Gloria didn't become a slut after she married me, she was a slut long before we met. According to Gloria and her brother Jack, she was a full blown slut when she got into high school.I met Gloria one evening in Denver, when I walked out of my apartment and heard a car collision just up the street. I went to see what was going on and, out of curiosity, glanced at my watch. It was 6:35pm. Gloria was standing on the sidewalk when I arrived, as it happened just outside her apartment. I quickly found out just what a slut she was, because when I next looked at my watch is was 7:13 and I was sitting in Gloria's kitchen, my jeans and underwear around my ankles and my dick in her mouth. She finished swallowing my load and smiled up at me."What did you say your name is?" she asked."Michael.""I love your cum, Michael," she said. "You can use my mouth whenever you want."She stripped in the kitchen and I got to see her full body. She was beautiful, but the parts didn't all seem right. She had the looks of a young Barbra Streisand, which I love. Her tits weren't large, and were puffy. Her ass was just one size too large for her frame, and her cunt was beautifully hairy. Put together, the parts worked just fine.I fucked Gloria that night and went back to my own apartment. I returned the next afternoon and she answered the door wearing a blue, baby-doll nighty that was incredibly revealing. It was powder blue, but it might as well have been invisible. her tits were clearly visible and her panties hid nothing. Her cunt and ass were on display.She led me into the kitchen, where there was a man sitting at the table. He was a couple of years older than Gloria, about my age, and Gloria was showing herself off to him as well."This is my brother, Jack," she said to me. "Jack, this is...it was Michael, wasn't it?"Jack stood to shake my hand. "You're the guy Gloria had last night?," he asked."Uh, yeah," I managed to mutter. Gloria was busy unzipping her brother's pants and I watched as she reached in and pulled his hard cock out. She dropped to her knees and began licking Jack's cock and balls with vigor."You'll have to excuse Gloria," Jack said. "She's been sucking me off since she was 13 and we both like to do this a lot. She especially likes doing it while someone is watching."I had never thought I would find anyone who was as licentious as I was, but here she was. I didn't just stand there, I dropped to my knees beside her and licked at her brother's prick with her. We would stop off and on and french-kiss each other deeply, then we would take turns sucking on Jack's stiff prick. When he unloaded his cum it was in my mouth first. I took one big gulp, then moved his prick to his sister's mouth.We both licked Jackie's prick clean. They then told me about their past. They had begun having oral sex when Gloria had just turned 13, and their parents caught them at it less than a year later. While their mother had been upset, their father said that it was okay for them to fuck and suck each other, as long as Gloria didn't have a baby, because that was the only thing dangerous or wrong about incest. He ordered their mother to get Gloria on the pill immediately, so that Jack could fuck her whenever he wanted to. Within two weeks I had proposed to Gloria. Her mother said that she would come to Denver to help with the wedding arrangements. Gloria smiled as she told me her mother still strongly disapproved of her behavior, but that she didn't dare say anything because Gloria's father had turned her into a submissive, and she took all the humiliation Gloria and Jackie wanted to heap on her.When her mother arrived, I was there in nothing but my boxer shorts, as Gloria has asked me to be. Gloria met her in nothing but a towel, tied around the tits and completely open at the cunt. The towel didn't even begin to cover any of her ass.Gloria and I sat on the couch, across from her mother in a chair. Gloria spread her legs wide, giving her mother a full view of her hairy cunt, and she pulled by prick from my boxers and began masturbating me as she talked to her mother."I was thinking, mom," Gloria said smiling, "that I would give all the men a blow job at the end of the ceremony. That would be fun to watch, wouldn't it?"Her mother just blushed and nodded. "I asked you a question, mom, and I want to hear your answer," Gloria demanded."Yes," her mother said softy. "It would be fun to watch you giving all the men a blow job.""Including dad and Jackie?""yes," the older lady replied. "Including a blow job for your father and brother."Gloria smiled at me. "Go jack off into mom's hair," she said as she kissed me. I gladly did as she asked and stood next to her mother, jacking off quickly, and then shooting my entire load of cum into her graying hair. When I had finished, I wiped my prick on her cheek."Don't wash that out," Gloria instructed her mother. "I want you to keep that cum in your hair until I tell you to wash it out. Now get over here and lick my cunt, mom."Her mother got down on all fours and crossed the room like a dog, until her mouth was firmly clamped to her daughter's cunt.That night was perfect, and I came once more on the old lady's face before it was over.That was many years ago now, and Gloria and I have been very happy. Perhaps next time I'll tell you about the time Gloria sucked off a priest as he stood at his lectern giving the sermon to a church filled with families.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 45 |
persuadingsally.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/80/persuadingsally.txt | I married Sally, my beautiful young goddess in 1972, when she was only 17 years old. Shortly after our wedding I developed a great desire to watch her make love to another man, I don't know why, until then I thought I was a normal heterosexual male. But I was really obsessed with this fantasy and mentioned it to Sally; she became very angry and I was made to suffer for my perversity. But over the months, as we discussed our sexual fantasies, I became aware that her attitude was changing.Finally, after a great deal of persuasion, she agreed to try a one-night stand with a stranger, who I would choose from a contact magazine. She only did this to please me, and was unhappy and nervous about the whole thing. When I replied to an advert from a man in north London who described himself as a "sexy, very well endowed young stud" she was extremely reluctant to post my letter, but eventually did so.Some weeks later, on a Friday night, I received a phone call from our sexy young stud. My legs turned to water as he discussed our reply to his advert. Through a thick haze, and with a bone-dry mouth, I invited him to come down to our home on the following night, and he accepted. From the brief conversation I was aware that he was not English, but could not guess his nationality from his accent. When I told Sally what I had arranged she was shocked, and was adamant that she would not go through with the meeting. She was so upset that I said that when our guest rang from the railway station I would tell him we had changed our minds. And with that we went to bed.Although nothing was said the next day I knew that Sally was not so dead set against the visit. She made no objections when I bought several packets of condoms (she had just started taking the pill at the time), nor when I purchased films for our Polaroid camera - I desperately wanted to take pictures of my beautiful young wife and this stranger. And when buying food in the supermarket Sally said, in a loud voice, "Is this well endowed young man staying the night or not?" As the day wore on, I could tell that she was getting very nervous about it and knew that she was having doubts again - I suspected that this could be a disaster.I had asked our guest to call from the railway station at about 7:30 that evening, but the call came at 6 PM. When I answered the phone Sally stood next to me with her eared glued to the earpiece. The guest, Elmore, said "There may be a problem. I am black, does that make a difference?" I looked at Sally and she shook her head. I took that to mean that the color made no difference so told Elmore to wait by the phone box until I picked him up.As Sally was nowhere near ready, I told her I would take Elmore to a pub until 7 o'clock to allow her to have a bath and prepare herself. I again asked if she was prepared to go ahead, and without any sign of enthusiasm she said, "I suppose so, let's see what happens, shall we?"Secretly I was delighted with the way things were going. If things worked out, my wildest dream was about to come true and, to make it better, the man was colored. But there was always the question as to whether Sally would go through with it.I drove to the station in a state of high excitement. When I arrived the person waiting at the phone box turned out to be a slim and very good looking twenty year old man. He was well over six feet tall, and very, very black. I picked him up and drove to a pub. On the way I explained about the need to wear condoms, and asked him if it was OK to take Polaroids. I also warned him about Sally's extreme nervousness, and reluctance to go through with this, and asked him to act with gentleness and caution. I could not believe that I was talking about such things to a total stranger.At 7 PM we set off home. At the front door there was no answer to my knocking so I retrieved my keys from my pocket. It was difficult to do this as I was shaking from head to foot. When I went in and called out there was no reply. I thought that Sally's nervousness and fear had got the better of her and, her nerve having gone, she had disappeared for the night. When I took Elmore into the living room there was Sally, sitting in a chair. It was obvious that she was so nervous that she could neither stand nor talk, she was trembling and looked frightened and unhappy. But she also looked stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a simple but revealing short sleeved sweater and a mini skirt. Finished off with dark tights and high heel shoes she looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her.The introductions over, we sat around talking. At first Sally sat saying nothing, and Elmore was very quiet as well - this was turning out very badly. But then they both joined in the conversation, and soon they were just talking to each other. And as they talked so they got more and more animated. It became obvious that they were turning each other on. So in spite of her original reluctance and shyness, and extreme nervousness, I knew at last that my wife was going to let this stranger fuck her. Sensing Sally's nervousness, Elmore suggested they dance to the music of the record player and they stumbled awkwardly across the floor, arms around each other. I got out the Polaroid, determined not to miss one stage of this. I snapped their first kiss as they danced, then realised that I had not loaded the film correctly. Cursing, I dashed outside to reload the film in the dark.It took only a few minutes to reload but by the time I re-entered the room I had missed the first stage of the seduction. For Elmore was now sitting in an armchair and Sally was sitting on the arm next to him. She no longer wore her sweater and her bra was undone, although her magnificent breasts were not visible. It had obviously started but at that stage he had not yet felt her breasts.They French-kissed for quite a while, then, sensing Sally's physical discomfort, Elmore suggested that they move to the settee. And they did, sitting side by side, arms locked around each other. The kissing became more intense and I expected that Elmore would play with my wife. Instead she started undressing him. She first stripped him to the waist, then slowly eased his trousers off him. She slipped her hands into his underpants and pulled out his erect black cock, cradling his balls in her hands. He was revealed as a supremely well endowed young man. Sally has seen many cocks since then but his was by far and away the biggest as it was over ten inches long. Sally played with this enormous penis before pushing his underpants to the floor, leaving him naked. She then lowered her head and took his massive manhood in her mouth.After a few minutes Sally slid off the settee to face Elmore, kneeling between his legs, with his enormous black cock still deep in her mouth. He leaned forward and slid her bra from off her shoulders. He started to play with her nipples. Sally's large, firm breasts are a perfect shape but within a few seconds her nipples were larger than I had ever seen them, and I actually saw those magnificent seventeen year old tits swelling and standing out more than they had ever done before, moulding themselves to his long, black hands.Sally sucked Elmore's cock for a few minutes before he slipped his hands under her armpits and swung her up onto the settee beside him. He reversed positions by going on his knees between Sally's legs. He took her nipples in turn into his mouth, giving each a very hard suck; and as he let go of each nipple it seemed to throb with life. All this time Sally silently fondled the thick black curly hair on his head.Elmore spread his kissing to include the whole of Sally's body and she started to writhe excitedly. Her mini skirt had a button up front and the buttons were soon undone, the skirt then lying open on the settee. Sally was now only dressed in tights and pants. Using one hand to fondle her breasts, Elmore used the other to remove her pants. Sally co-operated willingly, lifting her bottom off the settee. With her pants gone, Elmore dropped his head between Sally's legs and sucked at the crotch of her tights. This really got Sally going, and she ground her crotch against his face in excited thrusts.Elmore then gripped the tops of Sally's tights and tried to pull them down. But now she grabbed them and held on, reluctant to reveal her private self to her prospective lover. Without letting go of the tights, Elmore took one of ally's nipples into his mouth and sucked it noisily. Her hands moved to caress his head again and once more he tugged at her tights. After a seconds hesitation Sally arched her back and the tights came off. Elmore sat back on his haunches and looked at my wife's cunt, then his mouth dropped onto it and he started eating her. She sat nestling back into the low settee, legs spread wide, feet on tiptoe, her large blue eyes wide open and staring at the top of his head which she gently stroked.This must have gone on for five minutes or more when Elmore pushed Sally back into the corner of the settee so that she was half sitting and half lying down. He moved further in between her legs and kissed her furiously. Sally started to writhe around again and moaned, the first sound that she had made since they had started dancing. I assumed that he had entered her, so went over to remind him to wear a condom. But no penetration had occurred and my intervention broke things up, so they sat talking, side by side, on the settee, Sally playing with Elmore's cock whilst he fondled her breasts.After talking for a few minutes Elmore suggested they adopted the 69 position and within seconds they were lying at my feet. Elmore was on his back eating my wife's pussy whilst she took his massive cock in her mouth. I got a great picture of them in this position. Elmore had to give up when Sally performed one of her favourite tricks. She took his balls in her mouth and sucked and caressed them with her tongue. She could produce the most fantastic sensations doing this, and Elmore could only lie there groaning.In danger of coming, Elmore sat up right at my feet. Sally joined him and they entwined, head to head, looking into each other's eyes. Elmore's hand stroked the inside of my wife's legs, and I watched as he put his hand on her mound, then slipped his long slim fingers into her cunt. He was playing with her, fingering her and putting his fingers in her right up to the knuckles. As he did so Sally stared intently into his face and stoked his hair.Sally suddenly jumped up, grabbed Elmore's hand and headed for the stairs. I was disappointed, as I had asked her to have sex with him downstairs where I could sit down and watch in comfort. But I got up and followed them.As soon as they entered the bedroom they grabbed each other and fell onto the bed, kissing passionately, with Sally on her back and Elmore on his stomach next to her. And so began the most fantastic time for Sally. I watched as Elmore slid down my wife's body until his mouth was next to her breasts, which he kissed, sucked and bit very hard. He also played vigorously with her cunt, stroking the clitoris and slipping his fingers in and out. He worked away until, eventually, all his slim hand disappeared inside her tight cunt. He used his other hand to fondle and play with her bottom, slipping a finger occasionally into her anus.Sally's reaction to all this was amazing, she was soon moaning and crying and thrashing around on the bed. She had one huge orgasm after another, they went on for ages and her love juices flowed like the Niagara Falls. In our short marriage I had never seen her like this. This foreplay went on for over an hour, then Elmore asked Sally if he wanted his cock inside her and of course she said yes. I saw that he had difficulty getting a condom over his enormous penis, splitting two before he was successful with the third. He lay on his back and rolled Sally over on top of himself. Between them they fed his penis into her wet cunt.I stood at the foot of the bed in a daze; my dreams had come true. I had watched my beautiful young wife being played with by a black man and she was now being fucked by him. I got a great picture of the two of them coupling in this position. Elmore's large, thick cock was completely inside Sally and she raised herself on her hands so that he could play with her breasts. His cock was so big that Sally was in some pain and, after a few minutes of thrusting gently in and out of her he withdrew, to help her find a more comfortable position. But they found that the condom had split. So for the next half an hour they went back to the vigorous foreplay that they had started with. I do not know how my wife stood it, she was soon screaming and crying so loudly and continuously that I was worried that the neighbours would come round to find out what was wrong.I went downstairs to develop the last of the Polaroid's and saw that the time was 11:30 PM. Elmore could not stay on this, his first night, and had to catch the last train back to London at midnight. I ran back upstairs to tell him. Reluctantly he got off the bed, then lay down again for a final quick grope of Sally. I left them saying their goodbyes as I went to start the car.So ended Sally's first extra-marital experience. Elmore was the first man, other than myself, to have sex with Sally and he was her greatest stud. It was unsatisfactory as she had not been fully screwed, but we corrected that as soon as possible. Two weeks later, when Sally was safely on the pill, Elmore came down again and spent a night with her. In fact he became the first man to fuck her without using a condom, or, as we would say, to ride her bareback. Elmore was a very experienced stud, and Sally and I learned more about sex from him than from any other source. Elmore had lots of contacts who he visited regularly, but after meeting Sally he dropped them and concentrated on her for 2 years. He was instrumental in setting up most of our sexual adventures in the 1970s. ***As our relationship with Elmore developed he became more and more infatuated with Sally, and his visits became more frequent. I began to press him to use his experience from previous contacts to arrange a situation where Sally would meet and make love to more than one man at a time; but he was very reluctant. At last, after much pressure, he agreed to one such meeting, the most bizarre we have ever been to.The event was to be a black mass, held by a secret occult society, of which Elmore claimed to be a member. He said that if we just went to watch Sally might not get the chance to make love at all; but he could arrange for her to be the centre of the mass. He would not explain what he meant by this but we were led to believe that at least one man would make love to her. He did say that she would have to be brave. Sally was as keen as I was, if a little apprehensive, as she was young (just 18 years old at this time), very sexually active and adventurous woman, so she agreed to Elmore's suggestion. We both insisted that we would not go if they indulged in animal rituals but Elmore assured us that these masses never involved such rites.On the appointed evening we drove to Elmore's flat in north London. Sally was dressed in a tight white polo neck sweater that showed off her ample bosoms, a black mini skirt with a wide black belt, black tights and knee high black leather boots. With her long fair hair left free she looked absolutely stunning. The 3 of us went to a pub to down a few drinks. Sally had 2 brandy and babyshams to fortify herself for the unknown adventure. Because we were drinking we intended to stay the night in the flat.We took a taxi to a building in the outskirts of north London. It had been built as a church in Victorian times, but had become derelict before the cult bought and rebuilt it. It lay in several acres of its own land and was very isolated. Elmore took Sally in through a door at the back of the building that opened into a large backroom. He and I then went to the front door of the main building.The floor of the building was on two levels. The main part of the floor running from the front door two thirds of the way to the back was like a large stage. The far third of the building was like an auditorium or "well" at a depth of 3 feet. A rail ran along the edge of the stage with a gap in the middle, and steps leading down to the well. A door was in the middle of the far wall, and this led to the room where Elmore had taken Sally. The old organ loft was still there, 8 feet above the floor of the well on one wall, and this is where Elmore took me to watch the unfolding events.In the well, opposite the central steps, was a solid, strange looking bench, in the shape of a cross. The long section of this cross was 6 feet long and about 2 feet high and wide. The arms were the same height and both were 3 feet long, but only 6 inches wide. The main body of the bench was aligned with the door in the far wall, and was 6 feet from the steps down from the main part of the floor. This fixed bench was covered in a thick black cushion material. At the ends of the arms there were a number of straps.At the bottom of this main part of the bench were 2 more small benches. They were not attached to the fixed bench and could be moved around. They were both 3 feet long and 18 inches wide, but were not flat. Instead they were in the shape of an inverted V, 2 foot high at the ends and 3 feet high at the apex. They were covered in the same black cushion material and the ends of these benches had straps the same as the arms of the main bench. These 2 movable benches had been positioned so that they formed the legs of a spread-eagled body, with the big bench forming the torso and arms. The two legs had been set up with an angle greater than 60 degrees between them.All around the walls of the building were hung large drape curtains. They completely covered the windows and walls. Most of them were a plain black colour, but there were also some scarlet ones. Around the walls of the well the drapes had figures and characters drawn on them, mostly pornographic. Directly above the fixed cross-shaped bench, and attached to the ceiling there, was a large black drape with the silver figure of a cross on it.All around the walls of the building were a large number of black candles of various sizes. They were all lit, and there were so many that their light added greatly to that of the electric lights. And the pungent burning smell was not only coming from the candles; there were a number of pots around the room burning various substances, some of then legal and some not.In the well, sitting on benches with their backs to the stage, were 12 young black men. Elmore said they were called acolytes. There were 6 of them sitting either side of the steps up to the main floor. These acolytes, who were to take part in the mass, were dressed in long black robes, which reached to the ground. On the main floor of the hall about 50 people stood around. They were mostly in their twenties and thirties, of both sexes and mixed races, but predominantly black. They were talking in a subdued way, waiting for the start of the mass.This happened when the far door opened and 2 young black girls, dressed in long scarlet robes, came out and rang hand bells before disappearing back through the door. This brought an expectant hush to the congregation who moved to crowd the railings.The door opened once more, and a very tall, slim, middle-aged black man entered, dressed in a long flowing scarlet robe. This man, a cult priest or "master," walked to the bottom of the steps and faced the congregation and acolytes. He was followed by Sally, still dressed in her own clothes and flanked by the two young black girls. These women led Sally before the seated acolytes on the right of the steps, and said, "This is Sally who has offered herself for this mass, do any reject her?" Of course no one did, so the girls led Sally across to the rest of the acolytes, and repeated their words. Again no objections were made and the girls led Sally back through the door.The master now began a service. At the start all the electric lights in the building were switched off, leaving the candles as the only light sources. Then, from high in the ceiling, spotlights came on that brightly illuminated the bench. For a good 10 minutes the master addressed the acolytes and congregation in a deep, low voice. Then, somewhere in the background a tape of primitive music began to play. At first it was quiet and slow, but the tempo and volume increased gradually. The master changed to chanting to the congregation and they chanted responses back at him, all in time to the music. The tempo and noise increased, and the congregation began to work themselves into a frenzy. After 20 minutes or so the sound was overbearing; the whole assembly were chanting one mantra after another. They were in a state of profound exaltation, shouting and swaying to the beat of the music, itself by now deafening. Their hands were held aloft. Many of them seemed to be in a deep trance and I have never seen so much intense passion and emotion before.Suddenly, when the congregation were in a violently excitable state, the master raised his hands; the noise and the music stopped. There was a complete silence. The door at the back opened and Sally was led in by her escort. This time she was barefoot and dressed in a long white robe. Her escort led her to the bench and lay her down on it with her back on the main section, her arms along the arms of the bench. Her legs were along the legs of the bench and the apex of the inverted V reached under her knees. Her escort strapped her ankles and her wrists to the bench, then adjusted the legs of the bench so that her legs were spread as wide apart as possible.The master moved over to Sally, standing by her waist on her right hand, and the female escorts stood one on either side of him. At his signal, each of the acolytes stood up and, one by one, removed their robes to reveal their total nudity, and went over to kiss Sally on the lips before kneeling on the opposite side of the bench to the master. They ended up in a semicircle, one directly by Sally's head, and the last one by her foot, but all about 4 feet away from her. Their penises were all standing proud, and some of them were enormous.The master spent the next 10 minutes chanting to the acolytes, and they responded. The congregation joined in and the atmosphere quickly grew excitable and tense again. Then, suddenly, he pulled at Sally's robe, and it simply opened and fell away completely, leaving Sally strapped to the bench, totally naked for all to see. She lay with her head toward the back of the wall, her legs spread out so that her genitals were wide open, facing towards the congregation. From their viewpoint on the stage, and because Sally was highlighted by the spotlights, they had a good view of her whole body, and especially her vagina and blonde pubic hair. As her beautiful body was revealed to the congregation and the acolytes kneeling alongside her there were cries of approval; it was obvious that the whole assembly were still in a highly excited state.The master placed 2 black trays on Sally's stomach. One tray contained a red jelly, the other thin black wafers. He now conducted a ceremony in which the jelly was called wine and the wafers were called bread. This ceremony went on for some time and in it the master said a series of prayers and the acolytes and congregation chanted responses. It was strongly reminiscent of a catholic mass where bread and wine are blessed. When he had finished the master gave one tray to each of the girls on either side of him.The master summoned one of the acolytes to kneel directly opposite him, inches away from Sally's body. The girl with the jelly dipped her finger into it and rubbed some onto one of Sally's nipples. She then said "drink this blood" and the acolyte licked the jelly from my wife's breast. The substance was very sticky and the man took at least 20 seconds to lick it all off.When he had finished the other girl took one of the wafers, spread open Sally's cunt lips and pushed the wafer into Sally's vagina. She then said, "eat this body" and the acolyte moved to kneel between Sally's widely spread legs. With his hands by his sides he licked and sucked at Sally's cunt until he retrieved the wafer, then turned to show the wafer, between his teeth, to the congregation; he then swallowed it.When the acolyte had swallowed the wafer he resumed his original position, and the priest summoned a second one to kneel facing him. The same procedure was repeated, but this time Sally's other nipple was anointed with the jelly. And this was repeated again until every acolyte had licked jelly from my one of my wife's breasts and retrieved a wafer from her cunt. When they had all finished and the last acolyte has resumed his place, the remaining jelly was spread on both Sally's nipples and the master licked it off. The remaining wafers were placed in Sally's vagina and the master retrieved them one at a time.Once he had finished the master pushed his cloak back over his shoulders to display a huge penis, rampant and ready for action. He stood between Sally's legs, held up his hands to the congregation, and called out "we will now celebrate the gift of fertility." With that he turned and lowered himself between my wife's legs and slipped his cock into her cunt, which by now was very wet. He thrust into her quite savagely, but this was not a mere fuck as he massaged her breasts and kissed her as a lover would. After a long time he came inside Sally with one long groan.This was the sign for the congregation to begin a mass orgy. As the cult music started again they quickly paired off, and I also saw several threesomes and one foursome of 2 men and 2 women. Once stripped they indulged in sex in every possible position and with a frenzied gusto. I saw one woman kneeling, being taken doggy fashion by a man whilst sucking another man's cock. I saw another woman on her back, one man kneeling between her legs fucking her whilst another man straddled her shoulders and rammed his prick down her throat. And the foursome formed a chain with one man taking in doggy style a woman who was kneeling over, sucking the penis of a man lying on his back with a fourth woman sitting on his face. The combinations and positions swapped and changed throughout the orgy. And at all times there were groups of people stood by the railing, watching the events down in the well.In the well the 12 acolytes took it in turns to fuck Sally. Each lay between her legs and improvised as best he could, although it was not a comfortable position. Most tried to turn the act into one of love rather than pure sex, kissing her and kissing and fondling her breasts. Sally enjoyed herself as she had several orgasms, especially towards the end; at the beginning it had all been too strange and stressful for her to relax enough to enjoy herself. After some of the acolytes had fucked Sally they also had sex with the 2 escorts.Eventually, after almost 2 hours, the last man came inside my wife. By now her breasts and neck were black and blue, covered in love bites. One acolyte had given her a real bite on her nipple. Sally remembered this particular instance but as the acolyte was bringing her to her first orgasm she forgave him.The congregation were called to order; one by one they finished their activities and got dressed. Then the master once more stood between my wife's legs, once more lowered himself to slip his prick into her cunt, and once more began to fuck her, thrusting away vigorously as though it were his first time. I asked Elmore if we were going to get a complete repeat performance and he said no. Surely enough, the master came surprisingly quickly. He slid out of my wife and inserted his fingers into her vagina. When he withdrew them they were slimy, covered in his sperm and that of all the acolytes, together with Sally's vaginal juices. He held his hand up to the congregation and called out "see the seeds of fertility."One by one the acolytes stood up, kissed Sally and resumed his seat against the stage, at the same time putting his robe back on. The female escorts moved to Sally, covered her with her robe and released her from her straps. They then helped her to stand up and led her out through the door.The service ended almost immediately and Elmore and I went round to the back of the building and into the back room. Whilst we were there we were invited back to a house with the master and the acolytes, where the orgy that we had witnessed would continue, but Sally was so sore that she declined and we called a taxi to take us back to Elmore's flat.When talking things over later I found out that when the service had begun, and Sally was in the room with the two girls, she undressed. Then at their request she had a quick bath, although she had bathed just before we set out. She lay on a table and the girls rubbed her all over with some oils. They paid particular attention to her genitals, oiling, powdering and then oiling them again, going quite deeply into her. She was convinced that this was part of the ceremony as the girls treated it very seriously and told her that the oils were specially prepared.There were three long Velcro joints in Sally's robe, each starting from the same point under her throat. One ran from top to bottom of the robe, the other two along the whole length of both the arms. Sally did not know about these joints as it was slipped on over her head. At that point she was still uncertain about what was going to happen to her. The girls told her that she was to be the alter for the mass, and so she thought that she would lie on a table, still dressed in her robe, and have the mass said over her. She thought that a general orgy would follow and that the master would be her partner. She also believed that she would be free to select or reject other men, as she chose. She did not know about the straps, and was shaken when her robe was removed so publicly.***We discovered that these fertility masses were held once a month. They did not normally include the full blood and body rites that had been carried out on Sally. The altar was usually formed by one of a small number of girls, members of the cult. Two of these had acted as her escort (one of them would have been used if any acolyte had rejected Sally at the outset).The full mass was only performed on special occasions, when a new volunteer was found who was acceptable to the acolytes - something that did not happen very often. The last full mass, some 9 months before had ended prematurely as the young white girl who volunteered had to be released before the mass was half finished. Sally sympathised with her. The removing of the wafers caused a lot of pain as some of the men had stubbly beards and others, in gripping the wafer in their teeth, had also nipped her soft inner flesh. Also some of the cocks were so large they caused more pain, and some of the love bites were really vicious.Several months later Sally was invited to become the altar once again, and happily did so. She repeated this a few more times in the following year, and she also got her sister Lynette to be the altar once. Then at a special Mayday fertility mass, when Sally was again the altar, there was no general orgy during the ceremony. But afterwards she joined her sister and they were fucked by most of the male members of the congregation.END |
relocation1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/39/relocation1.txt | Chapter 1Brooke finished unpacking the last suitcase in the extremely large walk-in closet which had been provided for her by her new employer. Brooke had a completely new wardrobe due to the fact that she and her husband Kevin lost everything in Mississippi during the hurricane and floodBrooke had been working as a waitress for one of the floating casinos and lost her job to the total devastation along with her husband Kevin who had worked for the same casino. That's how they met and got married exactly a year before the big hurricane came through and destroyed their rented home and ruined their jobs.Kevin fell in love with Brooke the moment he set his eyes on her when he first saw her serving drinks in the short cocktail dress the waitresses wore at the casino. Kevin remembered how gorgeous she was standing only a few feet from him with her long blonde hair with most of her long tapering legs exposed in the short uniform she was wearing that night.Brooke had smiled and flirted with him that first night but it took a whole month before she accepted their first date together. It wasn't until the third date that Kevin was able to get her in bed. Kevin could still see Brooke as she sat on top of his legs on the bed and reached around to unsnap her bra letting her large full tits fall free in front of his face.At twenty-five she was an absolute gorgeous creature and knew how to play the game to get the things she wanted in life. Although she had dropped out of high school when she was sixteen, she was a smart girl and had the potential to do most anything she had the desire to do.While working at the casino, she had met lots of guys who tipped her well and even bought her gifts. Kevin didn't seem to mind because it benefited both of them when she brought home large sums of money every night.Kevin didn't have any complaints because he knew Brooke flaunted her body in order to get large tips from the men. Besides, they had a great sex life and were very happy together. Well, at least until that faithful day the hurricane changed their lives.Brooke had saved a small chunk of cash with the money she had saved but it was just enough to let them eat and rent cheap hotel rooms.One day they hoped on a bus to Atlantic City where Brooke hoped to get a job as a cocktail waitress and the day that they arrived she had bumped into one of her long time customers from the casino in Mississippi.Kevin remembered getting a call from Brooke in their hotel room that she had met an old friend she knew from the casino in Mississippi that might offer her a job.The only thing Brooke said that night over the phone was that he was a rich old man that owned a music company that dealt with rap singers.Brooke had returned to their hotel room that night excited with news that she had got a job paying one hundred thousand a year plus bonuses. Brooke was too excited to get into all the details that night as they spent most of the evening having sex and celebrating her new job.Brooke showed Kevin ten thousand dollars in cash she got in advance so she could go out and buy a new wardrobe and luggage. It wasn't until the next morning that she told Kevin that they were going to Miami where she would be working.That same morning she also told Kevin that they had plane tickets waiting for them at the airport and they would be flying out that night. Everything seemed to be taking place so fast for Kevin but their lives were abruptly interrupted when the hurricane had stuck and he couldn't wait to get some sort of normalcy back in their lives.Once they arrived in Miami, they were picked up in a big white limo and taken to the South Beach area. It was a gated community and the huge house had big gates that opened up as the limo drove into the property.There were people there to open the doors for them when they arrived as well as to carry their luggage up the large stairway to their room. Kevin figured the place must have had forty rooms or more with a lavish pool that could be seen from the stairway which looked down across a large massive room. Kevin could even see men cleaning around the pool as they walked up the stairs and were escorted to their room.The same man who had driven the limo had walked them up to their room carrying Brooke's suit cases for her and gave Kevin several weird looks. When they reached their room, the man sat the suit cases down on the floor and looked over at Brooke and said, "Is he going to be staying here with you for now?"Brooke quickly nodded her head and replied, "Yeah. He's staying here with me."Kevin starred at the man as he closed the door behind himself as he left the room and looked over at his wife and said, "What the hell is that all about?"Brooke quickly shrugged off the remark the man said to her and walked over to her husband and said, "Isn't this a wonderful place?"Kevin started to look around the room which resembled a studio apartment and as he walked through a doorway he thought was a bedroom, he found himself in a short hallway and saw a bedroom at both ends of the hall and a large bath in the center.Kevin walked around and saw that both bedrooms had private doors leading into the large bath with a heart-shaped whirlpool tub. Kevin walked back into the main room and said, "What's the deal with the two bedrooms? Why do we need two bedrooms when it's only you and I?"Brooke ignored her husband's question and picked up her luggage and walked into the bedroom to begin unpacking. Brooke stopped at the bedroom doorway and turned toward her husband and said, "Honey. Why don't you put your things in the other bedroom so we can have more room?"Kevin didn't argue with Brooke as he picked up his suit case and slammed the door to the bedroom and tossed the bag onto the bed. He laid down next to the case with his hands tucked under his head as Brooke entered the room.Brooke walked over to the edge of the bed and climbed up and sat on her husband's legs and bent down and kissed him on the lips and said, "Please don't act this way. I feel very lucky to be able to get this job."She was rubbing her ass along Kevin's legs as she bent down and gave him a long passionate kiss this time and rubbed her large tits against her husband's chest while running her hands through his blonde hair.Kevin placed his hands on his wife's hips and gave them a squeeze as she wiggled her bottom as they continued to kiss. She starred into his eyes and said, "I love you."Kevin knew he was very lucky to be married to such a beautiful woman. He felt twice as lucky at that moment knowing full well that she was going to be the bread winner for the present time.They needed the money very badly to get back on their feet and hopefully move back to Mississippi once the casinos were rebuilt. Brooke slid down beside her husband on the bed as they lay their cuddling Kevin's arm was under his wife's head as he leaned over to face her and said, "You never told me what you would be doing once we got here."Brooke starred back at her husband and said, "Honey. Kyle is an old man with a lot of money and he used to tip me for just hanging close to him in the casino. He said I brought him good luck so when he saw me in Atlantic City and found out I had lost my job, he offered to bring me here and he said he would find something for me to do."Kevin started to kiss his wife again until the phone next to the bed rang. Brooke picked up the phone and replied, "Hi Kyle... Yes... It's very nice... Yeah... OK... Around seven... I'll see you than."Brooke hung up the phone and stood up and said, "I have to take a shower and get ready for dinner. Kyle wants to take me out to dinner tonight."Kevin got up out of the bed and held his wife's shoulders and said, "When do I get to meet this guy that hired you to do, I don't know what?"Brooke replied, "Honey. As soon as we get settled and I find out more about my job. Let me go and get ready."An hour later, Brooke was dressed and ready to leave on her dinner date with Kyle. Kevin hugged his wife as she held his hands in hers and said, "Don't worry. I won't be too late."Kevin glanced down at her left hand and noticed Brooke wasn't wearing her wedding band or engagement ring and asked, "Why aren't you wearing your rings tonight? Does Kyle know you're a married woman?"Brooke looked nervous as she tried to find the right words to say to her husband and finally replied, "Honey. Look. Kyle knew me when I was still single and I never got a chance to tell him I got married. When he offered such a large chunk of money as a bonus, I didn't want to ruin any chance of losing it."Kevin looked pissed off at this point and backed away from Brooke as she tried to speak to him and said, "Honey. Listen to me. We needed the money really badly and I figured that I would tell Kyle the truth once I got in good and secured the job."Kevin kicked the chair next to him and replied, "What the hell did you tell him about me anyway? Or did you even mention bringing me here with you?"Brooke followed Kevin across the room and grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face her and said, "Honey. We need the money and I told him you were my brother and we had been living in the same house together when the storm came so he said it was OK for you to stay here with me."Kevin angrily replied, "So. You're telling me. This man thinks your single and available? That's fine and dandy to me, just really dandy . . . Go on . . . Go on your date . . . Screw him for all I care . . . "Brooke was getting angry listening to Kevin's voice and walked over and picked up her purse and walked out of the room slamming the door as she left.Kyle had just returned from a quick trip to Los Angeles on business and was on the other side of the estate at that very moment adjusting the collar on his suite jacket. Kyle owned a large recording company and most of his clients were rap singers and new talent but he also had a dark side that not many people knew about.He owned a very large company that produced adult entertainment including Films, and adult entertainment centers around the country and many other aspects including prostitution. Kyle was a tall man and once had a chance to play professional basketball until his leg injury stopped him from following his dream.Kyle was six-seven with broad shoulders, in his mid fifties now with graying hair but still kept himself in shape working out in his gym. with his private instructor. His passion of seeking out new talent for his music company and supplying his agents with fresh meat sort of speaking, kept his day as interesting and exciting as any man could dream.This new woman he had brought in today was going to make a fine specimen for his tight net stable. Brooke was twenty-five, and a beautiful blonde with large tits and a fine round ass with long tapering legs. Kyle had done a full investigation on her the day after they met in Atlantic City and he found out she wasn't single like she had told him.Kyle smiled at himself in the mirror as he thought about her sweat white ass and how he couldn't wait to get his prick buried in her tight pussy. The fact that she was married meant only one thing to Kyle and that fact was that she would be clean and free of any deceases. If everything worked out the way he planned, she would become his personal aid and assistant.As Kyle was thinking, she would be around to look pretty and supply him with white pussy whenever he was in the mode. He'd be able to use that young stud husband of Brooke's as well but would have to keep the kid away from his wife's pussy if he wanted to keep her as his private stock.Once he tired of her, he would turn her out with the others keeping his clients happy or maybe get her into some films. He had to get the ball rolling tonight as he took one last look in the mirror and headed down where Brooke would be passionately waiting for him.Kevin lay on the bed with the scent of his wife's perfume still lingering in the room. He thought to himself, "What a crock of shit this was giving them a suite with two rooms and for Brooke to make a suggestion that he put his clothes in the opposite bedroom."Kevin could still see his wife dressed in the short cotton dress with bright flowers and how revealing it was down the front exposing her cleavage for this old fart to see just to position herself with her new job. Whatever that might be!He wondered how old this man really was and how he looked and wondered if he was married or had kids of his own. Would Brooke be some sort of maid for this couple and a nanny for a bunch of rich spoiled kids? He was going to find out tonight while Brook was gone with Kyle and hoped to snoop around the estate and talk to some of the people that worked there.Brooke was waiting for Kyle as he entered the room and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Kyle said, "You look so lovely tonight. Where is your brother?"Brooke replied, "Oh. He's still up in our suite. I told him I had a dinner date with you tonight and I guess he's just going to watch the television."Kyle chuckled and replied, "Nonsense. I arranged for a special date for your brother tonight. What did you say his name was?"Brooke replied, "Ah... His name is Kevin. But I don't think its necessary for him to go out on a date with another woman with us."Kyle laughed again and said, "Oh. Darling... They will just be joining us for dinner and than they can leave and go where they wish and we'll have the whole night to ourselves and we can talk about our little employment deal if that sounds all right with you."Brooke nervously smiled as Kyle got on his cell phone and spoke to the woman he arranged for Kevin to meet tonight. She could hear him making arraignments for the woman to meet them at the restaurant at seven.Kyle leaned close to Brooke kissing her on the cheek again and said, "Why don't you hurry on up to your suite and tell your husband, Oh... Ah... I mean your brother, that I would like him to join us for dinner and to change into something appropriate?" Brooke smiled before she turned and hurried up the stairs and went to their suite where she found Kevin sitting on the sofa watching television just like she had thought he would do and said, "Hurry and change into the new suit you bought, Kyle would like to take us both out to dinner."Kevin was reluctant to move but Brook sat down on his lap giving him a passionate kiss and put her arms around his neck and said, "Honey. Please. Do this for us. Kyle would like to meet you and buy us dinner."Kevin didn't reply but sat there with a stubborn expression on his face as Brooke stood up and pulled him to his feet and helped him get dressed. She even combed his hair for him once he got the suit on and adjusted his tie for him than gave him a kiss and took his hand as they walked out the door.Brooke stopped a few feet from the stairs and whispered, "I want you to know that Kyle has arranged for another woman to join us for dinner tonight. She is supposed to be your date and I want you to behave yourself and act like a gentleman tonight. Do you understand?"Kevin gave her an evil look as he replied, "Gosh. Your new boss sounds great! He already has a woman for me to fuck! Just great isn't it?"Brooke wasn't laughing but squeezed his hand and said, "Just listen to me and act like you're my brother and don't screw this up for us."Brooke walked down the stairs with her husband at her hand and introduced him to Kyle who shook his hand and said, "We better get going before we are late for our dinner anointment."Kevin was stunned to find that Kyle was a black man and not quite as old as he had expected. Kevin had pictured Kyle as a short fat bald old white guy but Kyle didn't fit any of his imagination at all.Kevin mostly sat in the limo listening to Kyle talk to Brooke on the way to the restaurant but Kyle did ask him a few questions and told Kevin that he would be hiring him to work on the estate as well as Brooke.When they got to the restaurant, they were met by a tall dark haired woman whom Kyle introduced as Donna who looked more like Elvira because she was dressed in all black with long black hair and dark eyes and had an evil look in her eyes as she starred and shook Kevin's hand.Donna sat next to Kevin during the diner while Brooke sat across the table with Kyle. Brooke kept her eyes focused on Donna and tried to listen to the woman when she spoke in a low tone to her husband. Donna was doing exactly what she had been told by Kyle which was to bond with the young husband and begin to alienate him from his wife.Kyle was carefully explaining his well-planed schemes to Brooke and she was falling for his idea that she would become his full time personal assistant which meant that he wanted her to travel with him and take care of all his personal needs. Brooke's understanding was much different from Kyle actually had in mind but Kyle knew that she would be his to do as he pleased within a short period of time. He watched Donna as she practiced her talents on the young husband. Donna's was laughing and joking with Kevin and Kyle could see her hand positioned in Kevin's lap and knew that she was massaging his cock at that very moment.Kyle made a bold move himself and placed the palm of his hand on Brooke's thigh as he spoke to her and felt her body tighten and quiver with fear knowing that she didn't want Kevin to see where Kyle had put his hand.Kyle picked up his glass of wine and made a toast to Brooke saying, "Darling. Your going to be a great asset to my personal team and I think your going to enjoy working for me and earning extra bonuses and special perks."Brooke was very nervous as she listened to her new boss and felt his hand squeezing her upper thigh and felt the tips of his large fingers touching the mound of her pussy through the thin material of her short dress.She didn't want to jeopardize her job with Kyle and allowed him to keep his hand on her thigh but she was as stiff as a board with her eyes glued toward her husband who was now laughing and whispering to Donna on the other side of the table.A few minutes later, Kyle made another bold move as he hiked up Brooke's skirt a couple inches more massaging her upper thigh and coming very close to her crotch area which was covered with only a tiny thong.Kyle started whimpering to Brooke saying, "It appears that your brother is getting very acquainted with Donna. Tell me. Brooke. When do you think your brother had his last good fuck?"This stunned Brook as she gasped and moved Kyle's hand away from her thigh but at the same time not wanting to insult Kyle and moved her hand to hold his and said, "I'm really sorry. It's just that I wasn't prepared for you to say that word."Kyle smiled as he held onto Brooke's hand playing with her fingers and replied, "I'm so sorry to be so blunt with you but I believe in getting to the point and I think Kevin and Donna are hitting it off really well tonight. Don't you think so yourself?"Kyle waited for Brooke to reply as he starred into her eyes and watched as she nodded her head in agreement to his question. Kyle moved their hands until they were resting in her lap very close to her crotch and leaned over and whispered to Brooke and said, "What do you say we give them a little encouragement and let them do their own thing while you and I go back to the mansion and talk business?"Brooke nervously agreed again as she smiled at Kyle and listened to him speak to Donna and Kevin. "All right. Donna. I think Brooke and I are going to return the mansion and leave both of you alone with Kevin so you can get better acquainted with him. I'll be taking the limo back so just call for a cab and put it on my tab."As Brooke and Kyle stood up, Brooke's eyes made contact with her husband's and as if she was telling him with her eyes what she was expecting from him.Brooke looked back over her shoulder as she walked out of the restaurant with Kyle and saw Kevin starring back at her with an evil grin on his face. She knew that he was pissed and figured he was just getting even with her at that moment. Once back at the mansion, Kylie took Brooke to his private suite where he fixed her a drink and began the first phase of her brainwashing.Kyle's suite was very luxurious and much larger than most homes and he didn't cut any corners when it came to decorating and making the people that worked for him just as comfortable Although Kyle could be very demanding and a bastard to those who crossed him, he also took care of the people that were loyal to him.Brooke was busy walking around the suite looking over all of the fine art and pottery that adorned the room. Kyle gave her a drink and answered a few questions she had about a few paintings.Kyle took Brooke's hand as they stood near the windows looking out at the Atlantic and took a sip of his drink and said, "Brooke. I want you to understand that I did a full back ground check on you before you arrived and I know you are a married woman."Brooke stood next to Kyle a little surprised but she also knew he would probably find out eventually. Brooke nervously replied as the word barely got out of her mouth. "Oh. Ah. I'm so sorry... Kyle... I didn't mean to lie to you... I intended to tell you the truth... I needed the job so bad... And... I Didn't know what to do... And... I was going to tell you..."Kyle chuckled and squeezed her hand gently and replied, "My dear. Don't worry about a thing. I fully understand your situation and I've taken care of everything. Donna while be training your husband to assist us here at the mansion where he will be responsible for coordinating all of our functions. His other responsibility will be to provide entertainment to my high end clients which I'll explain at a later time."Brooke stood next to Kyle and began to relax when she heard his plan for her husband and replied, "Does this mean you are hiring both of us to work for you?"Kyle smiled at Brooke and let go of her hand and walked closer putting his arm around her waist and said, "Brooke. I want you to know that I'm really attracted to you and think you're a stunningly beautiful woman."Brooke began to look very nervous again as she listened to Kyle and interrupted his speech and said, "You do know that I'm a very happily married woman. Don't you?" Kyle laughed and replied, "My dear. I have no doubt that you're a happily married woman and that is the reason I picked you to be my personal assistant. Do you think I wanted to hire a bimbo that screwed around with all of my hired help here at the mansion and my business?"Brooke shook her head as she starred into his eyes waiting for Kyle to continue his speech to her. She looked very nervous and he knew it and was taking full advantage of her vulnerable situation. Brooke didn't want to lose this job and wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize it this late in the stage and he also knew it as well.Kyle continued, "My dear. You're charm and personality is very important along with your extraordinary beauty. I may ask you for things that may sound personal and demanding for you at times but it comes with the job and I want you to fully understand how important it is to me and how well you comply with my demands."Brooke felt butterflies in her stomach and a lump in her throat but got enough nerve to speak out and said, "Kyle. What sort of demands are you expecting from me?"Kyle still had his arm around her waist and gave her a gentle squeeze and moved the palm of his hand slightly lower on her hip and gently massaged her through the thin material of her dress as he replied, "My dear. You've already met my first demand by removing your wedding rings because I don't want anyone to know that you are a married woman. This goes especially to my high end clients. As far as they are concerned, you are my woman and belong to me and nobody will ever touch you unless I say."Those last three words really caught Brooke's attention and she was bold enough to ask Kyle. "Do you mean that you might allow other men to touch me or maybe?"Kyle cut her off and slightly raised his voice and got more demanding and said, "Brooke. I don't even want your husband to touch you and have sex with you unless I give you permission. I want you to look nice and fresh for me every day and I've hired a personal chamber maid for you that will dress you the way that pleases me."Brooke stood carefully listening to Kyle's demands as he held onto her waist keeping her close to him as he spoke.Kyle continued, "You will make a great deal of money with huge bonuses every week depending on how well you follow my demands and how well your husband complies with the demands I will make on him. I've hired Donna to be his personal companion as to allow you to spend more time complying with my needs."Kyle held Brooke tighter moving his had under her breast until he was touching her bra and said, "I don't want you to tell your husband that I know you are married. I don't want to humiliate him any more than is necessary. Do I make myself very clear on that one?"Brooke quickly replied, "Yes Kyle. I understand."Kyle laughed as he leaned over and kissed Brooke's cheek moving his hand over her tit and cupping it in the palm of his hand as he replied, "Good. I think you and I will have a good relationship and you will soon find out how well I will treat you and reward you."Kyle finally let go of Brooke's waist and poured her another drink and gave it to her and said, "You'll meet your new chamber maid in the morning. She is a little Cuban girl named Rose who has worked for me for several years in other positions. Don't be alarmed if she makes demands on you that may seem unreasonable"Brooke took a few sips of her drink as Kyle made a quick phone call and when he finished he came back and said, "Don't be alarmed if you see Donna in your suite when you return tonight. She is only following my orders and she will report back to me in the morning and let me know what progress she has made with your husband. Remember. Donna was hired strictly to be your husband's companion. Do not scold him or discourage him."Kyle walked closer and put his arm around her only this time he placed the palm of his hand on her ass and continued saying, "The fact that I want you to get across to him is this. I want you to encourage him to spend his free time with her. I want you to tell him how busy you will be as my assistant and explain to him that he should spend time with Donna when your not around." Kyle began to move the palm of his hand on Brooke's ass as he continued speaking, "Donna will be there for Kevin to even meet his sexual needs when you're unable to provide that need for him. Just remember that I'll be keeping an eye on the situation to make sure that your following my demands. I'll be meeting with Kevin in the morning to explain his new job and what I will expect from him."Brooke felt Kyle's hand pull away from her ass and she felt relieved that he wasn't going to take it any further. At least she felt he wasn't going to demand anything from her that night. Brooke was beginning to understand what her place was going to be with Kyle and she would have to wait and see what he would expect from her over the next few days.Kyle had told Brooke to have a good night and she made her way back to her suite remembering what he had told her about Donna possibly being with Kevin.When she unlocked the door to her suite, she found the lights were on but there wasn't any sight of Kevin as she walked toward her bedroom. She saw Kevin's light on in his room and could hear music playing so she decided to walk in and see what he was doing.When she got to the doorway, she saw Kevin seated on a chair next to the bed and Donna was laying on her side facing him with her back turned away from the doorway. She was talking to Kevin but couldn't understand what she was saying to him because of the music that was playing.Brooke backed away from the light of the room and watched them from the hallway to see what they were going to do. She waited several minutes until Kevin finally stood up next to the bed and took hold of Donna by the hand and helped her to her feet.Brooke watched as her husband embraced the woman and kissed her on the lips for several seconds. Donna had placed the palm of her hands on each side of Kevin's face and seemed to be telling him something important.Donna kissed Kevin on the lips again causing Brooke to become angry but she was restrained from barging into the room because of what Kyle has told her that evening.Brooke backed away and walked toward her room when she saw them break the kiss and started to walk toward the door. She waited until she heard the Door shut that entered the suite and waited for Kevin to walk back into the bedroom.Kevin didn't say anything as he walked past Brooke but she could smell the strong scent of Donna's perfume when he passed next to her. She really wanted to quiz him on what him and Donna did tonight but remembered what Kyle had said, Her stomach was upset just thinking about Kevin with that other woman. She followed him into the bedroom and waited for him to change out of his clothes. Brooke changed into her nightie and slipped under the covers waiting for Kevin to join her. Kevin starred at her from the end of the bed until Brooke finally said, "Kevin. Are you going to shut off the light and come to bed?"Kevin hesitated before walking over to turn off the light and got into bed next to Brook. Nothing was said that night as they drifted off to sleep. Brooke could smell the faint scent of Donna's perfume and wondered if Kevin was interested in that woman and how far did he go besides kissing her tonight.**The next morning, Brooke laid in bed listening to the shower being used in the bathroom and looked over where Kevin had been slipping and saw that he was up. She glanced at the clock on the dresser and saw that it was only after seven in the morning. She felt so tired after drinking last night and exhausted after listening to Kyle give his welcome speech.Brooke got herself out of bed and walked into the bathroom where Kevin was drying himself off and said, "What's the hurry this morning?"Kevin was drying his hair while Brooke walked next to him and kissed his lips as he replied, "I have an appointment with Kyle this morning. He's supposed to meet with me about my duties here at the mansion."Brooke gave Kevin a hug and replied, "Did you have a good time last night?"Kevin finished drying his hair as he starred at Brooke before saying, "Everything was fine."Brooke wasn't satisfied with his short answer and wanted to know more and said, "I saw you kissing her last night. Do you like her? Did she tell you anything about Kyle last night?"Kevin replied, "No. Only that Kyle has a good job waiting for me and she is going to be my assistant."Brooke was told something different last night and she felt she was given a story which was closer than the truth than what Kevin just told her.Brooke gave him one more kiss before she entered the little room where the toilet sat and closed the door. Kevin had already dressed and gone by the time she came out and washed her hands. Brooke heard a knock on the door and hurried over and put on her rob and answered the door and found a short Spanish woman waiting with a big smile on her face. With a deep Spanish accent, she said, "Good Morning Madame. My name is Rose and I'm your personal Chamber made. May I come in?"Brooke smiled and opened the door for Rose and shook her hand as she entered the suite. Brooke closed the door and once Rose entered, she stood in front of Brooke and to Brooke's surprise she reached out and took hold of Brooke's robe and pulled it down off her shoulders until it fell to the floor leaving her standing naked in front of the woman.Brooke stood naked while Rose starred at her body until Rose said, "Please. Madame. Turn around slowly so I can get a look at your lovely body."Brooke just starred at her a moment until Rose said, "Madame. I must have a look at your body so I can use my judgment on what we have to do for Kyle."Rose stood starring at Brooke as she slowly turned in a circle and stopped once she made a full turn and waited for Rose to speak. Rose was standing with her finger under her chin as if she was deciding what she should do or maybe thinking about something Kyle wanted her to do.Rose walked slowly around grabbing Brooke's arm than feeling her waist and without any hesitation she took hold of one of Brooke's tits and gently squeezed it like a woman would do at a supermarket with a melon.Rose stepped in front of Brooke and put both hands on Brooke's tits and squeezed them and inspected her nipples. Brooke had nice full tits and they were natural and she knew that was what Rose was checking for with her hands.Brooke stood in front of the little Spanish woman like a peace of meat being inspected. Rose took her hand and rubbed her palm against Brooke's pussy mound feeling the hair on her muff and said, "This is defiantly going to have to be removed today. Kyle likes to see his women shaved completely smooth."Rose was very blunt the way she examined Brooke and asked her more personal questions. "Are you taking birth control pills?"Brooke quickly responded to Rose saying, "No. I'm not taking anything right now. My husband always pulls out before he orgasms."Rose quickly snapped back at Brooke and said, "We're not going to have to worry about your husband. I'll have Kyle's doctor examine you this afternoon and get you started on birth control pills immediately."Brooke's heart was beginning to race as she listened to Rose and the way she mentioned birth control pills. Brooke also let it slip about being married but Rose didn't even question her about it. Brooke had to assume Kyle must have told her the truth since she was going to be her chamber maid.Rose took Brooke's hands and commented on her nails and said, "I'll have our manicurist come in later this afternoon once the doctor is finished with you. He'll want to take a few tests to make sure your in good health."Brooke was taken by the hand into the bathroom where Rose turned on the water in the garden tub and said, "We're going to start you with a nice hot bath and remove that muff your growing between your legs. When we're through, you won't have a speck of hair growing below your neck."Brooke had never had another woman touch her in her most private areas before today but when her bath was complete and Rose was finished, her pussy had been shaved as smooth as silkThe doctor came around noon and gave Brooke a complete exam and took a few blood samples and sent Rose out with a prescription for her birth control pills.Once the doctor was done, a Korean woman was next to visit and she gave Brooke a pedicure and finished her nails. When she was done, another woman came in and who was a professional hair stylist who trimmed Brooke's long blonde hair.If that wasn't enough, a man was next to visit that was going to be Brooke's personal trainer and he said he would be there every day for an hour workout to help tone up her body.When Rose returned with her prescription of birth control pills, she quickly fetched a glass of water and gave Brooke her first pill and said, "It's my responsibility to make sure that you take one of these each day from now on or unless Kyle decides otherwise."Brooke took the tiny pill from Rose and swallowed it down with water and gave her the glass back. Rose asked Brooke to follow her into the bedroom where Rose had some new clothes waiting for her on the bed. Brook only seen a short thin black dress and a pair of heels sitting on the floor and said, "Should I wear a pair of my own panties with this dress?"Rose smiled at Brooke and said, "Oh. No. Kyle wouldn't allow me to dress you with panties. He loves to see a bare pussy peeking out under a short dress."Brooke put on the dress which barely covered her ass and had a plunging neck line that came all the way down to her navel in a sharp V.Brooke's tits were clearly visible on each side of the plunging necking which allowed half of each tit to be exposed. Rose helped Brooke with the straps on her heels which were five inches tall with open toes. Rose spent another hour explaining how to answer Kyle correctly and helped her with her mannerism. She wanted Brooke to appear sexy but wanted her to act like a lady. Most important, she had to keep repeating to Brooke that she would always obey Kyle no matter how she felt about a subject.Rose gave Brooke a crash coarse in the proper way she should answer Kyle and how she should introduce herself to his clients. Rose told her she would learn much more each day until she was fully trained much like a debutante.Finally Rose took Brooke into the bathroom where she pulled out a complete makeup sit and had Brooke sit on a small stool while she worked on her face. Rose had been trained in cosmetics and knew quite a bit about applying makeup and gave Brooke a few tips.Rose was almost finished with Brooke when they heard someone enter the suite and could hear someone talking in the next room. When they finished, Brooke and Rose walked out and found Donna talking to Kevin who was now dressed in a suit and looking over a paper that appeared to be a list.Kevin looked up and saw his wife standing just a few feet away and smiled as he saw how beautiful she looked. Brooke walked over to her husband and said, "Hi Kevin. How do you like my hair and my new dress?"Kevin was speechless as his wife leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. That's when Donna interrupted them and said, "Kevin. You have a lot of work to do this evening preparing for the dinner and party. You can socialize with your sister at a later time."Donna was about to continue explaining the paper to Kevin but stopped and looked at Brooke and put her hand on Kevin's shoulder and said, "Kevin. I might as well start you with other responsibility you will have and that's to make sure Kyle's women are prepared the way I explained to you. Are you ready to start checking your sister?"Kevin hesitantly as he looked at Donna knowing what he was supposed to do but didn't want to do this to his wife. Donna looked impatiently at Kevin than said, "Honey. You have to do a complete check on all the women attending any of the party's and that includes your sister. Now pretend she is just another worker here at the mansion and your doing your routine I taught you."Kevin swallowed hard as he approached his wife and gave her a complete look from her shoes to her hair than glanced back at Donna who was waiting for Kevin to continue as she said to him. "Kevin. Go ahead and ask the questions I told you to ask them because if one of them attends a party and Kyle finds something wrong, he is going to come to you and ask you why it wasn't taken care of."Donna handed Kevin a list and said, "Go ahead and check everything on the list as I explained to you."Kevin looked in Brooke's eyes knowing he had to go through with this and began as he said, "Brooke. Are you wearing any panties or a bra today?"Brooke shook her head that she wasn't and waited for Kevin to continue. "Do you have your pussy shaved clean and are you taking any method of birth control?"Brooke shook her head that she had done what he mentioned when Donna interrupted Kevin and said, "You're supposed to make sure and have the women lift their dresses and show you themselves. You're also supposed to confirm the birth control question with the chamber maid if there is on assigned to the woman."Kevin hurried and asked his wife. "Lift your dress and show me your pussy."Brooke nervously lifted her dress until her husband could see that she had been completely shaved when Donna interrupted again saying, "Feel it and make sure that she was freshly shaven."Kevin was quick to respond because he wanted to get this humiliating act done with his wife and placed the palm of his hand on her bare pussy mound and moved it across her skin. He than looked at Rose and asked, "Did she take anything for birth control today?"Rose quickly replied, "Yes. She has been put on a prescription of birth control this afternoon and I personally gave her the first pill and will make sure she takes them every day."Kevin's heart was racing and he started to shake after hearing what Rose had just said to him about his wife. He than looked into his wife's eyes and said, "You can pull your dress back down now."Donna clapped her hands and said, "That was wonderful, now lets go to your bedroom and go over some of these other documents while we have some time left."Brooke watched her husband following Donna into the bedroom and listened to the door shut behind them wondering if that was all they were going to do in there. She didn't have time for any other thoughts because Rose sat her down and begun explaining more details for Brooke to remember.It was such a busy day that Brooke felt totally exhausted by the time the dinner approached. She was thinking back when Kevin had her raise her dress to check to see if her pussy had been shaven and wondered what was going through his mind when he had to ask about the birth control pills.Brooke was almost in denial of what was going to be expected of her from Kyle but knew it was inevitable that she was going to be his lover at some point. She certainly didn't want to lose her job but she wasn't prepared to become Kyle's mistress or play toy.Her attention was brought back to Rose at that moment as they sat on the sofa. Rose's attitude had changed to a much more calmer state than it was during the day. Rose put her hand on Brooke's arm and said, "It's been a very challenging day for both of us and it will only get easier from now on. You still have to get over that big hurdle when the time comes for you and I want you to be prepared."Brooke starred into Rose's eyes' knowing she was being very sincere to her and seemed to care about what she was thinking as Brooke asked, "What big hurdle are you talking about?"Rose took Brooke's hand and held her tight as she replied, "Honey. I know you're not stupid and maybe your in denial of your situation. Kyle hired you because he liked you so much and wanted to take you right to the top. He will treat you like his princes pampering you with gifts like diamonds and jewels and take you places that you would have never imagined."Brooke starred into Rose's eye's as she spoke concentrating very intensely to ever word the woman said to her.Rose continued, "You will have to learn to block out your feelings and forget about your husband when you're with Kyle. As long as you please Kyle and do exactly what he wishes, you and your husband will prosper in the long run. Just remember that you will always be safe here and as long as your husband does not interfere, you will both come out of this better than you ever expected."Rose gave her another thought that was on her mind and said, "Don't fight it, just comply and enjoy the rewards you will receive from Kyle."Brooke felt her mind bouncing all over the place thinking about everything that happened today but was quickly taken out of her trance when Rose stood up and said, "Its time for you to go and present yourself to Kyle and let him see what we did for him. He'll be waiting for you out near the pool. Now go and forget about your past and pretend this is the first day of a new adventure in your life."Thank you for reading the story which I hope you enjoy so far, my web site is. www.karenkayonline.comTo be continued... |
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fantasyclub.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/49/fantasyclub.txt | I had joined a fantasy club that I found on the Internet. I gave them some general outlines of my fantasies and the idea of the club is to act them out for you. I had received a message to wait by the phone at a designated time and to be dressed in a raincoat and shoes and nothing else. I stood there trembling and shaking. Fear and excitement combined. I found this to be a very powerful aphrodisiac. I was having lots and lots of mini orgasms without even touching my pussy. When the phone rang, I let out a scream, grabbed my throbbing pussy and had a violent orgasm. The anticipation was wonderful and dreadful at the same time. Now it was happening, it was about to become a reality. I reached for the phone, my hand shaking. I managed to get it to my ear but I was having difficulty hearing with the sound of my heart beating in my ears. A mans voice said 'Barb, go to the bus stop at the end of your street and wait.' Then the line went dead. I had to pull myself together. A few deep breaths and I started to relax a little. My next worry was what if I should meet someone I know. I was wearing a raincoat in the middle of summer. Well thankfully it was just going dark so perhaps no one would be about or at least wouldn't recognize me. I had just got to the bus stop when a car pulled up; a man got out of the back and held the door open for me. Now was the moment of truth, could I go through with it or turn and go back home. Without thinking about it, I got into the car. Another man was on the back seat and as I turned to see the first man climbed back in beside me, the other man slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I think it was a sleeping mask, the type they give you on planes. I didn't have a chance to see who the driver was. Both men then started to unbutton my raincoat. My first reaction was to stop them but they took hold of my hands and placed them at my sides. My coat was pulled open and my breasts were bared to their gaze. The next thing I felt was their hands, as they gently caressed my breasts and played with my nipples. First one man, then the second man started to suck my nipples. It did feel so nice having two mouths sucking on me. I was relaxing more now and letting myself get into the spirit of the thing. Then both men stopped sucking me and both grab one of my legs each and pulled it across their legs so that I was spread wide open. They pulled me to the edge of the seat so that they could have easy access to my pussy. One of them started finger fucking me whilst the other played with my clit. Orgasms were shooting off faster than I could count. I was in orgasmic heaven. I don't know how long this went on for but eventually the car stopped. I was ushered out and as I stood there, I could feel my coat being removed. The movement of the air caressed my hot naked body. I stood there in my shoes and blindfold, completely bare for the world to see. Being blindfolded, I had no way of knowing if in fact anyone could see me at all, but the idea that they might, excited me. Someone took hold of my arm and I was escorted indoors. Two men took hold of me and I was lifted and lain down on a bed. I felt silk ropes being tied to my wrists and my arms were pulled up and secured to the headboard. My shoes were removed, then I was left alone. The next thing I knew was someone was climbing onto the foot of the bed. I could sense them moving up towards me. Then I felt a touch on my leg, then a kiss on my inner thigh as my legs were moved apart. Whoever it was, was in no hurry. Slowly he kissed and caressed my thighs. It felt so delightful, then exciting as he got closer and closer to my pussy. By the time his lips actually touched my pussy lips, I was so turned on that another powerful orgasm wracked through my body. The orgasm was so intense that I lost all use of my senses, I hadn't felt him climbing up higher. All of a sudden I was aware that his hard cock was pressing against my pussy and his lips were gently kissing mine. His lips were hot and full, a memory stirred of a past love, Leroy. A black guy I had known a few years before, what wonderful times we had, had. But as his tongue entered my mouth and sought my tongue, and his lips pressed harder against my lips, I knew. It could only be Leroy. "Leroy!" I said, my voice trembling. "Yes my love." He replied in his deep velvety voice. "Just relax and enjoy." Just then I felt his large hard cock entering me; I moved my legs farther apart to make it easier for him to gain full access to my body. How wonderful I felt as his lovely cock fucked in and out of me, filling my whole being with wonder and enchantment as wonderful orgasms sent me higher and higher. When I came back to my senses, Leroy was gone. I could feel his cum starting to seep from my pussy. My hands were still tied so I could do nothing. I was aware of someone standing next to the bed, then my blindfold was removed. I was surprised to see my husband standing there. I thought I had been so secretive and he didn't know."Did you enjoy that, my lovely slut?" He asked with such tenderness in his voice that I knew he was sincere. "Oh yes! It was lovely." I replied."It took me a while to find Leroy for you, but I can see it was well worth the trouble." "Aren't you going to untie me?" "Not just yet, it's my turn now." He said with a huge smile on his face. When I saw him go to the foot of the bed and remove his clothes, I knew I was in for a lot more orgasms. I was in heaven as I felt him get between my legs and bury his face into my dripping pussy. "Oh yes! Lick just there. Yesssssssss! Suck it all out. Suck! Suck!" I was going over the top again as orgasm upon orgasm wracked through my very being. I do love it when he licks me clean after my lovers have used me. END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 49 |
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games3.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/53/games3.txt | Things slowed down for us for awhile after the episode with the Christmas party, as they tend to do with sexual energy. It's like a balloon filling to its extreme then bursting with a sudden flash. It takes awhile to fill another one. Jen and I talked very little about the last game but we could tell by each other's behaviors toward each other that it had not affected either of us negatively, as we may have feared, instead our closeness and love intensified. We just knew we were meant for this.Being the worrier of the two of us, I of course, was frequently tormented by the thought of Jen at work. If I were Jen, I'd definitely have trouble facing her coworkers, especially Brian and Mike. Indeed, I fully expected them to harass her even more than usual about it. Jen, however, seemed to have no trouble fending them off. In fact, she seemed to revel in the joy of rejecting their advances. She told me that Brian had even dropped the panties Jen was wearing to the party on her desk and threatened to send me the evidence of what she'd done if she didn't fuck him. Jen just said she laughed in his face and handed him an envelope."Go ahead sweetie," she said with a grin. She said it has slowed him down since.She has heard the office gossip about what slutty things she was rumored to have done, mostly from one of her female coworkers. Jen thought it was funny because the way Gwen reported it to her, it was obvious that she was jealous of Jen. She'd wanted Brian and/or Mike herself for some time. The thought of what they might be saying at her workplace almost makes my skin crawl. Jen though, as you are beginning to see, totally gets into it. A couple weeks after we both could sense another building of sexual tension, hardly satiated by our normal sexual activity. I knew it was time for something else again, in fact it was my turn to think of the next game. I have to admit, the sexual scavenger hunt she created was the sexiest thing we'd ever done. I didn't have a clue how to top that, Jen was becoming the Jedi master of sexual head games. Still, she had a need to get told what to do, to be controlled in the same way she controlled me and I could see by the look in her eyes daily that she was waiting for just that very thing.The mental aspect of our games is that we 'force' each other to deal with things we normally wouldn't do but when forced to, we get off on it. Jen would never have sucked or fucked her coworkers, or even let any of them in on what she was doing, if it hadn't been for our game. She had and still has, no interest in Brian, Mike or anyone else there, as far as I can tell. However, in the context of the game she was totally lost in the wickedness of it. That's our head trip, that's what we get each other off on. Also though, if I incorporated them back into another game, no doubt Jen would do as she is required to do. The next game came about serendipitously. I mentioned our neighbors Herb and Meg in past. They frequently have 'accidentally' met me at our back fence, wondering when we might be interested in further play. I've said before, Jen really shows no interest in them sexually, even though I think they are a fairly attractive older couple. Herb has cornered Jen a few times himself, wondering if he can get a repeat of the blowjob she gave him. She's always turned him down and, when telling me, would roll her eyes and say, "as if". Herb is one of those big shot business guys that are so impressed with themselves and their possessions. This, probably more than anything, lowers her interest. Now, I like nothing better than making her do things she normally wouldn't do, so I knew it was only a matter of time I'd involve him again in some way. I'm sure she knew it too, and to her credit, probably uses her acting skills a bit to hide her true nature. Herb and Meg are swingers, as I've said. Their house has been the host of swinger parties in the past. We've always been invited, but either due to prior commitments or Jen's insistence we've always declined. The last party they had was still going when we returned from a restaurant. "Come here! Look at this! Jen said, as she gazed out our upstairs bedroom window. The window overlooks a part of their backyard that you can't see from any other vantage point unless you were in their backyard yourself. It's a small area with a large tree and several bushes providing some natural cover. I'd heard about 'the swing' from Herb before I'd even seen it. He kept joking about 'getting Jen in the swing' without ever telling us the details. "Oh my god," Jen laughed, as she ogled the scene below her.I got to the window and saw it myself. There was a swing hanging from the thickest branch. It was a typical looking swing, a rope, connecting a seat. The seat however, was solid, covered with padding, curved specifically, no doubt, for the curvature of one's ass. There was a woman suspended in it. There was a thin strand of rope that hung from the tree that bound her hands above her. Herb was in front of her. His cock was exposed, illuminated in the pale light of their porch. He was swinging the woman slowly back and forth, with her mouth reaching his dick after each swinging arc. There was a man beside him, apparently just content on watching. I smiled, watched for a few minutes as Herb teased this unknown woman with his cock. It appeared you could alter the height of the swing by the ropes, it had a pulley attached. After he tired of this he moved behind her, raised the swing to the right height and slid into her easily from behind. Again, he started the swinging motion and basically stood still as the contraption's movements provided the thrusts for him. I smiled at Jen, "Cool," I smirked and walked away. I went downstairs for awhile, not thinking about Jen till I returned upstairs about ten minutes later. She was still in the window, she didn't notice me watching her watching them."That little slut, look at her watching after totally shutting Herb down!" I laughed to myself."Oh my god," I heard her exclaim quite a while later as she bounded down the stairs."What?" I asked."Do you know who that woman was?" she asked incredulously."No, I couldn't see her," I replied, now interested."It was Peggy," she said with a look of shock."Peggy? Peggy Turner?" I asked."Yes! And the other guy was her husband Mark!""Wow," I said with a laugh, "small world."Peggy was a former high school friend sometimes rival of Jen's. They were both former cheerleaders. They were in the popular group and often wanted and dated the same guys. I don't know if Jen still considered her a friend, since they hadn't had contact since high school. Jen told me no more than tidbits of jealousies and petty things that may have happened. Jen DID mention that she tried to take Mark from Peggy, even though she had no interest in him and that she teased him mercilessly with promises of sex but broke up with him before anything heavy happened. Peggy was a high school teacher now. Her husband Mark was a bigwig at the bank. I smiled to myself at this news... "interesting," I thought, "this might work out to my advantage somehow." I thought no more of it until later that night as I shut the TV off and heard the familiar buzzing of Jen's favorite vibrator. "The slut got off on watching, such a good girl," I chuckled to myself.Jen has a way of acting when I know she's horny, when I know she's ready for something special. First, there's the mouthiness, like she's pushing me, making me want to take her down a peg. She does it in a totally flirty, come get me, kind of way though. She knew her day was coming when I told her she couldn't cum, based on our rules of initiating a new game. She was practically giddy from the news. "Its about damned time stud, I was even considering giving the guys at work another round if you didn't hurry," she teased.Herb gave me the opening I needed. He informed me of another planned party that weekend, this time with some business associates. I was going to be at a discreet location outside of town. I'd already put Jen in the 'cum shutdown' mode and I knew she'd be ready to pop by Saturday. I began to run scenarios in my mind regarding our game. How can I make it fun? What can I do to Jen, have her do, that would drive her insane? I needed a combination of humiliation, embarrassment, and hot sex that would temporarily tame her libido. Herb informed me that these parties typically have some big shot businessmen from the area, along with some contacts he has across the country. Herb said that there were usually 15 to 20 people, mostly men, with usually only Meg and a couple of her swinger girlfriends there. Herb said that usually Meg served as the hostess, he'd have her wear a revealing outfit and she'd serve the men as they talked shop. Herb said that sex at these parties was far more discreet than his home parties. Usually, the men would just pair off with one of the women, disappear into an adjacent room for awhile, then return with smiles. He said no one ever really talked about what was happening in a group setting. In fact, Meg was often not allowed to speak, per Herb's orders, further adding to the service/submissive nature of it. A plan was formulating.Herb mentioned how Meg didn't really care for these more 'business-like' affairs, she preferred the relaxed, home atmosphere. A comment he made then got the wheels rolling. He noted that this time he was having a hard time convincing Meg to dress up as the sexy host and how he feared that one or two of her girlfriends might not show. We'd blown off his offers so many times that he was just mentioning these things in passing. I'm sure he doubted we'd accept so he didn't even ask. He then mentioned some of the honchos that would be at the party and I grinned, I knew that I had to make it happen now. "Let me get back to you Herb," I said non-committally, "I've got some things to do," and I walked off. I'm sure he figured that was the end of it. I kind of felt sorry for him. He was a good neighbor, no doubt it was tough on him to have such a sexy neighbor like Jen who often prances around in the backyard with very little on. More difficult for him, no doubt, was how we gave him that small taste of her and her blowjob abilities but have held him at bay since. I had Jen on edge all week, the buildup is often much of the excitement of it all. I'd remind her that her day was coming, and not to touch her gorgeous slutty pussy.I'd 'catch' her in bed starting to fondle herself, purposely pushing me, and I'd scold her and smack her hand. She had that lustful look in her eyes that told me that she was up to the challenge. I'd given Meg a heads up on part of my plan but told her to not tell Herb, I knew he'd appreciate the surprise. Saturday came none too quickly and I set the plan in motion. I had sent Jen off for some pampering at her favorite spa to have her hair and nails done, along with a Swedish massage. I came back from meeting Meg at the side fence with a package she gave me. I smiled when I opened it. It was Meg's hostess outfit. It was modeled after the clichéd French maid's outfit, with some personal touches. It was a short poofy black skirt, a short sleeved black stretchy blouse. There were frilly panties, the kind meant to be seen in quick glimpses, the kind that kind of puffs out in a way. I guess it was for modesty, but there also was a white lacy smock like thing that no doubt was meant to cover the front, even though the lace material allowed one to peek at the treasure underneath. The reason for the smock was that Meg's personal touch was to cut holes out for her breasts, it was meant to be worn with her tits poking out. There were matching garters and stockings and to top it off there was a cute little black and white cap which pinned into one's hair. "Nice," I thought. I noted that Meg was slightly smaller than Jen, especially in the breast area and I figured correctly that the resulting snugness would only add to the outfit's allure. Meg left a Polaroid in the package of her wearing the outfit. I saw she complemented the outfit with a small silver chain attached to her nipples, as she has had them pierced. Jen and I want to have her nipples pierced and as well, we've frequently talked about getting her tattooed, but to date, we've not acted on it. But, it gave me an idea.Jen came home smelling sweetly of perfume, she looked wonderfully soft and relaxed, for the moment at least. "Jen honey, come in here," I instructed. Jens' eyes widened when she saw the outfit laid out on the bed."What's all this then?" she asked with sarcastic innocence."This baby, is your outfit for the night, put it on." I told her, " you have an hour to be ready, present yourself at the front door for inspection at 7pm sharp." She smirked at me and acted as of this was no problem at all. I'd left her a cocktail by the bed, knowing how it just tends to prime her pump.I swore I heard her gasp from outside the door when she must've found the boobless top. I just smiled and walked off. I didn't tell her details of the plan, I find it's better as it unfolds.An hour later, she came down the steps. I couldn't help but marvel how sexy she was. Her hair was pulled into a pony tail, the cap was fastened to a clip on her head. Her tits spilled out of the top wonderfully, as her chest is much more substantive than Meg's. The lacy doily-like material covered her breasts but not without revealing everything she has on top, the lace providing no more cover than a sheer white curtain skirt. Her black skirt didn't totally cover the old style frilly panties as they weren't meant to but Jen's more curvy build revealed more of her backside than I assumed it did with Meg. Jen smiled sweetly at me."Am I to assume I'm to serve you tonight my dear?" she asked with mock sweetness. "Um, sort of," I smiled devilishly, and she knew there would be more to it than that. I covered her with her long winter coat and she clanked her high heels along the pavement as I led her to the car. She knows I have no problem showing her off when we are in our car so I had her remove the coat and toss it in the backseat once we left our neighborhood. Our car is a sporty sedan which rides much lower than the plethora of SUVs and minivans that clog the roads now. This made her more apparent to others when we'd stop at lights. I'm sure they got no more than a quick glimpse, and with the lacy top, no doubt I'm sure they wondered if they saw what they actually saw. Jen was pumping me for information the whole ride, where we were going, what was going on, why was she dressed like this? I knew I had to give her something. I figured it would help with the buildup. I handed her the note card I'd saved for when we arrived at the hotel. It read:"Jen, tonight we start a new game. You are dressed as you are for an obvious reason. You are to be a hostess tonight. It's a special kind of party.The rules are as follows. You are not to engage in conversation tonight, at ALL, the guests were very insistent. You are to serve our guests as you would any guest in our home. Your job entails getting drinks, serving food as well as some entertainment duties."I saw Jen gulp at this point."The guests are aware of some of the limits of our game. You are not required to suck any stranger's cock, and no one will fuck you that do not know. However, you may be required to provide other services, which you will grant freely.I'm sure the thought that it wasn't going to turn into a free for all gang bang comforted her somewhat. She didn't understand how insidious my wording was. I'm not sure if she was disappointed or not by the suggestion that she may not get the needed fucking tonight that she so sorely needed, as you probably might suspect from our past, she needn't have worried."I've given out 4 cards with a specific act on it, when someone gives you a card with a number on it, you will follow them and do as requested on the card, finally, as you know, you are not allowed to make yourself cum tonight, as normally with our rules."Jen has, in the past, gotten around that rule by getting someone ELSE to get her off, but that is a legal loophole we've always allowed. I left this open tonight purposely, knowing that she might not want to let someone get her off, but according to our rules, she'd have to allow it, in order to get off.We arrived at the hotel, it was a small, though classy place in an adjacent town. I'm sure I preferred the anonymity of a more distant hotel than she did, knowing her penchant for allowing our adventures to be more public and known.I told her to wait for five minutes, then to come in. She gave me that wide eyed look again, while she glanced down at her obvious exposure. I shrugged and smirked and walked in. I went in and met Meg. She had something for me that I wanted to add. Since Jen didn't have her nipples pierced Meg brought me a set of nipple clamps, connected by a chain. I went into the lounge which our group had rented for private use. I exchanged handshakes and introductions. I excused myself soon after to have the pleasure of watching Jen walk in with her openly sexual outfit. I was not disappointed. The desk clerk nearly swallowed his teeth when he watched her saunter in. Her boobs swayed gently under the lace and I know he got a good look when she stopped, looked around and tried to find me. I stepped up and motioned for her to follow me. I kissed her deeply in a darkened hallway and ran my hands over her sexiness for a few moments. "Mmm," she purred, "That's not fair getting me warm!" she said, playfully punching my arm. I pushed her up against the wall and continued to kiss and caress her. I was using this as a ruse to hide the nipple chain till the last second. She gasped when I suddenly pulled her lace top away from her chest and began to affix the clamps to each nipple. "Oh god, what is this for?" she said in surprise."Seems this is the standard part of the uniform, or so I'm told," I chuckled. She needn't have worried, Meg had given me light clamps, basically a beginner's set. The tension would barely keep them on. I noticed how loose they were when I put them on. I told her that if, at any time during the night, they fell off, she's to present them to the nearest person, kneel in front of them, and have them put them back on. I knew this would be a bit more interesting due to the fact she wasn't allowed to talk.I resisted the temptation of sliding my fingers up her panties and see how wet she was. I thought it wouldn't be fair to tease her like that, knowing how horny she was, and would get, by the end of the night. I pushed her back down the hall towards the lobby. The clerk hadn't seen me, only her. Spontaneously the chance appeared to add to my delightful torment of her. I told her to go right up to the desk tell him you are looking for the private party.She gulped but I knew she enjoyed the challenge of me showing her off like this so she was determined to show me it didn't bother her in the least. From the shadows I saw her march right up to the desk. The clerk dropped what he was doing instantly. He was a large, thick black man with salt and pepper hair."Sir, I can't seem to find the party I'm supposed to meet.""Uh, what party would that be?" he replied with a gulp, his eyes glued to Jen's chest.It suddenly hit her that she really didn't know who, or where she was supposed to meet."It's um, a private party thingy..." she giggled playfully."Oh, that's right down there," he said and pointed, never once taking his eyes off her ample bosom."Thank you so much kind sir," she smiled and curtseyed for him. I saw his eyes burning a hole in her ass from behind as she walked away."Nice touch," I laughed, when I met up with her. I had her stand outside the door. I signaled to inside that she was ready. We both heard from outside the door,"You will be glad to know that our maid has arrived for our entertainment pleasure," the voice intoned. "Presenting, Miss Jennifer Goodrich," I knew using her real name would tweak her embarrassment level. I pushed her lightly through the door. Her face went red involuntarily. I it's one thing to flash guys in traffic or one lonely desk clerk, it's another to be presented to a group in private, dressed as she was. I nodded to her and she curtseyed again. I heard comments praising Herb for his choice and how beautiful she was. Jen was starting to regain some composure from the initial realization of what was going on, but she was nearly floored by what she saw next.Herb was there, that didn't really surprise her, but there in the corner, was Peggy, sitting on the lap of her husband Mike. It was MY turn to put in the proverbial knife and see how SHE liked it (though in our way, I have no doubt she would in the end). She almost started to say something but I quickly shushed her and she nodded. She noticed also that besides all of us that she knew, the other men were masked. Herb later explained that since some of them were public figures they preferred keeping their identities secret. Herb said it had become second nature and that it was no big deal. Herb quickly indoctrinated her into her duties and soon we were all just sitting around sipping drinks, conversing, while this hot, sexy thing waited on us hand and foot. I could see the way the men were looking at her with lustful intent, me included. Meg was also there, and she flitted around the room easily, no doubt in a more relaxed state than she would be as hostess as it was clear Jen was having to bust her cute butt serving us. At the top of the hour Herb disappeared into the kitchen area with Jen. He came out seconds later clinking his glass. "Music please, maestro," he motioned to one of the men. He reached over and turned up the boom box. Out came Jen. I saw the redness in her face. Herb had explained that one of her duties was to dance for them at the top of each hour. Jen looked at me with a pained, 'how could you?' look but just as quickly her look turned into a smirk, she was going to show she was up to the challenge. Jen isn't your typical dancer, she doesn't have the 'pole dance' thing in her repertoire. However, she's no Elaine Benes (think Seinfeld). What she does do is move and sway to the music, like you imagine a sultan's slave might. It really is a beautiful thing to me. I watched her close her eyes and sway and turn with the music. The men were suitably impressed, what they couldn't see enough of with her waiting on them they could see better as she bent and swayed with the song. The men were seated, but as she'd pass by them they'd playfully tug at her skirt or lift it, revealing much of her panty clad ass. I noticed she was purposely avoiding Mark and Peggy and I saw the two of them whisper frequently to each other in secret. The room suddenly felt hotter to me. The song ended and it went back to gabbing, drinking, with Jen continuing to serve. She was bringing out some knick knacks when the lace got caught in her nipple clamps and they fell to the floor. She instantly looked to me, only a few others even noticed. I nodded at her knowingly. She nodded, put down the plate, picked up the clamps and looked around. To my luck the closest person to Jen was Mark, or perhaps Peggy who was sitting on his lap. Jen however, turned to her right and approached the next man. I cleared my throat and Jen stopped in her tracks, busted! She lowered her head and stepped up to Mark and Peggy. They had no idea of course what was going on, it was up to Jen to communicate it, best she could. Her face was glowing red now and she kneeled reluctantly in front of the couple, handed Mark the clamps, and lifted her lace top. Mark grinned lewdly and got the idea. He took his time and delighted in listening to Jen squeal when he clipped on each clamp. She stood up, bowed her head politely and went back to serving. I watched as some of the men paired off with women, just as Herb said, and would watch them disappear into a dark den like area for more discreet sex. Meg, I noticed in particular, disappeared with them several times. Jen though was the object of most of the men's lust. If they hadn't been instructed by Herb that she wasn't there for that, no doubt she'd have disappeared several times over, into the dark. Occasionally I would see people leave, after taking having their needs met.The next hour brought another dance from Jen. This was a more spirited number and she bumped and grooved along with the beat. I wanted to raise the level of our game and I thought this would be a good opportunity. When she bounced by me I stopped her, had her lift her hands above her head, and removed the lace top. This left her boobs out in the open and they bounced lewdly through the holes in the fabric. The chain didn't stay on, of course. This time an elderly gentleman had the honor of pinching them back on her nipples. She politely nodded and moved away. I thought, hmmm, these men are far too polite to this point, I know I told Herb that they shouldn't expect her to fuck or suck them off but damn, I didn't say they couldn't take advantage of her in other ways. I called Herb aside. He smiled and nodded, saying, "I'll get the ball rolling so to speak, maybe they'll get the idea." He stepped up behind her and pulled her into him. He unclipped the clamps and cupped her open breasts into his meaty hands. I retired the nipple clamps for the night. She looked immediately to me in shock at Herb's touch. I shrugged and rolled my eyes, clearly telling her to put up with it. The other men took notice. They saw him pinch her sore nipples and kiss her neck softly from behind while they both swayed to the music. I could tell Jen was relieved when the song ended, I'm sure she didn't want me seeing her increasing excitement of this kind of play.Well, that certainly did it, the next hour they put Jen through the paces. With her tits now exposed they took every opportunity to pinch and prod them with each delivery of drinks or noshes. Some were quite rough with her nipples, almost as if they were trying to make her speak, or at least squeak from their ministrations. She couldn't turn or bend fast enough to stop all the ass pinching, I heard her squeal more than once from the pain. She acted as if she particularly hated when Mark would touch her. Even when Peggy twisted Jen's nipples extra firmly I didn't sense as much trepidation as I did when she was near Mark. I know because of their past she had felt like she had the upper hand on him, he'd been the one rejected, he'd been the one left wanting. Now it was fun seeing her debasement right in front of him. The men would grab Jen as she'd pass them, pull her onto their laps and their hands would wander all over her body.Little by little they got bolder. Just before the top of the next hour I saw the elderly gentleman's hand find its way up her lacy panties. She looked directly at me with her hand poised to push his away and I nodded silently, 'no'. I saw her adjust herself in his lap and it looked as though his fingers had found their target. At that moment though the music started up again. She quickly jumped off his lap as if rescued. I upped the ante again. I called her over and in front of everyone I removed her panties. I saw Herb and Meg smile, with Meg no doubt thinking, "wow, even I've never done that." The skirt was a joke without the panties really, the bottom of her wonderfully round ass stuck out obscenely, there was no modesty to be had now. I don't think any of the men even blinked during that next dance, including me as I watched my sensual slut bump and grind the best she could. Even the man who had disappeared into the den returned to see this latest spectacle. The men were now much more emboldened, they felt free to smack her ass soundly as she passed. She'd just smile and move out of reach until the next guy. I could see her reluctance to move in front of Mark and Peggy every time though. I saw that she was wilting under Peggy's superior glare. It was as clear as if she was saying it aloud, "So, what's this we have here? The prim and proper Jennifer Goodrich, a nearly naked, dancing little slut for our amusement." I knew the thought was totally engulfing and embarrassing Jen. I'm sure she also assumed Mark's thoughts were something like, "So, I wasn't good enough for you in high school eh? Yet here you are dancing in front of me, your tits hanging out and your pussy clearly visible and WET, slut!" I enjoyed this greatly, especially if you remember what she did to me in the last game. Revenge is sweet! I saw Herb conversing with several men throughout the night. I'd see him shake his head no as they'd ogle Jen and then they'd walk away dejected. The last song had ended and Jen started towards the kitchen to return to her duties. Herb motioned her over. He lifted her arms above her head and removed the remaining blouse. She looked to me of course for instruction but I just nodded and allowed it. I just felt that she was pretty much naked by now as it was, her boobs were hanging out as it was. I knew I wanted her to end up naked, the preliminaries were necessary for the build up, but I don't think anyone in the room needed any more build up by now. I watched her wriggle out of her skirt so there she was, wearing only her heels. Herb felt her up freely for some time before discharging her back to the kitchen. Jen got felt up, smacked, tugged on, kissed more that hour than she no doubt ever had. The crowd had thinned somewhat by the time the next dance came up. There were only about 10 people left when Jen was required to dance again, this time in only her heels. Jen started to dance unsteadily due to the heels, along with the fact that she'd been imbibing in a few of the spirits she'd been serving.How the men waited so long to present their cards that night I'll never know but gawd, was Jen hot. Her naked body was glistening while she danced, her nipples poked out in all their glory and she played to the crowd by rubbing her hands all over her body. Mark got her in his lap and made her basically give him a lap dance as Peggy looked on, cheering and making comments. "Oh yeah, rub that slut pussy on him baby, yeah, you aren't too good for him now are you slut?" She said, causing a stern look from Jen, directed at me. He was holding her hands firmly and he twisted her around so she fell over his lap. I just smirked at her discomfort. I looked away to say something to Herb. The song ended and Jen had to almost pry Mark's hands off her. I shuddered when I saw her behind. In just that few seconds I took my eyes off her Mark had twisted her around and held her and they'd written on her ass. Clearly, the words, "COCK" on one cheek and "SLUT" on the other, showed on her soft white skin. It was in permanent marker, no less, I knew it'd take a week or two to disappear. There were murmurs throughout the room. I started to burn, I even considered not allowing Mark what I had planned later. Due to the fact that things were happening so fast, and the fact that actually, I should've thought of that myself, I allowed it to continue. I liked how it touched on our 'tattoo' fantasy. There were appreciative glances from all around the room.It was then our elderly gentleman stepped up to task. He tapped my naked, sweaty girlfriend on the shoulder softly. She turned and he stuffed a card into her hand. She blanched, looked at me and walked off with him. She shot me a disgusted look on her way. "Have fun!" I shouted, further embarrassing her, as everyone turned to see them disappear into the den area. I had written 'full body access to touch and hand job to completion, on any body part requested-NOTE: the cum stays on the slut for the duration of the night" on each card. Jen would be jacking some of the men off tonight and I grinned at that thought. She had to allow the men to touch her anywhere, jack them off, then let them cum on her if they wished. Jen led him off to the back room. I watched the words "COCK SLUT" sashay into the distance.I could see the sneers from Peg and Mark and I saw them whispering their delight to each other. I think when Jen is pushed to the limit like this she is even more focused, more at peace with herself. It just seems to be the journey that she fights. She was no longer at that point now though, she was where she wanted to be, pushed in the way that she needed. She was in 'the zone'. I could hear Mark and Peggy giggling to each other and sharing some lewd comments with Herb, who was absolutely beaming as Jen and her man disappeared from view. I was just totally enjoying the glow of the excitement that was buzzing around me. Before Jen got back I saw Peggy say something to Herb, then without another word she knelt in front of him. The few of us remaining in the room were treated to seeing Peggy suck on Herb's cock while Mark just sat back with a smile and watched his girlfriend's handiwork. I had to admit, she looked proficient at it to say the least. Herb later told me that she'd sucked him off dozens of times in the past. He said he thinks Peggy has an oral fetish.My mind only temporarily left Jen before it was interrupted by her arrival. It was clear before she even made it out of the darkness that he'd cum on her impressive chest. It was dripping from her tits, a strand hung lewdly from a nipple. I was impressed by the man's load. Even Herb in the midst of his blowjob took notice. Mark remarked, "I remember when my cum hung on her tits like that!" and laughed. She hadn't told me that before, I found out later she'd given him hand jobs in lieu of oral. Still, I enjoyed that surprise, the instant turn on of knowing that this guy whom she rebuffed now saw her with cum dripping off her tits, tits he'd mauled and cum on in the past. It was a nice perk for me. I motioned for her to rub the cum into her chest the best she could. She gave me a look like she was wondering if that's all I had for her. I saw her smirk when she saw Peggy, her mouth stuffed with Herb's cock. I knew she was thinking, "ha, who is the whore now?"Another man stepped up and presented Jen with his card. He twisted her nipple and pulled her towards the back room with a tug on the nipple. She shot me a mean glance. I returned to contentedly watch Herb get finished off by Peggy. I remember full well how it looked when Jen got her mouth filled with his cum so it didn't surprise me a bit to see how much he shot into Peggy's. Peggy handled it like a pro however, no doubt per her having experienced this numerous times in the past. Mark patted Peggy lovingly on her shoulder and nodded toward Meg. Peggy grunted in assent, her mouth still full of Herb's cum. Mark passed by me and said, 'I'm going to go watch, the guy said it was ok." I nearly told him no because of his previous stunt but nodded to go ahead. I saw Meg in her own curiosity follow Mark into the darkened room. I thought this was an interesting development. I knew Jen wouldn't count on watchers and I thought how much more embarrassing it would be, especially Mark, so I smiled at the thought. From the dark I heard Jen murmur "uh uhhhhhh" but she heard me clearly as my 'Sshhhhhhh' pierced the distance between us. I didn't hear another sound other than occasional giggling and voices urging and moaning appreciatively. I almost went to take a peek myself but I resisted the urge, feeling it would be more humiliating to her to go it alone like that.Meg and Mark returned with wide grins. Mark nudged me as he walked past, "I can't wait to get my turn at that." Jen and her suitor returned soon after. Jen's face was smeared with his cum. She walked straight to me, no doubt for approval for her to clean herself up. I eyed her for a moment. "I kind of like how that looks, leave whatever you can't reach with your tongue. She shot me that 'ew' look but I noticed her twirl her tongue in a circle around her face as she walked away from me. I chuckled at that, how she likes to act like she doesn't like it. She likes to pretend she doesn't like cum, but there she is, as always, lapping it up like its frosting on a cake. Oh well, I like the act she puts on, now that I know her true nature. The next guy excitedly put the card in her hand. He, like me and the rest, were pushed even more by the sight of Jen, her chest and face caked with dripping and drying cum. She started to direct him to the room but he patted the couch. I found out later that this guy's thing is exhibitionism to a degree so we were in for a treat. He bent Jen over his lap and caressed her ample butt. I was glad I finally would get to see some of this. He made her take his cock out. Her hand caressed him awkwardly as his hands wandered over her nakedness. In her position she couldn't really grasp his cock in a way that she could stroke him off yet. I know this frustrated her as she'd want this public show over as quickly as she could. This guy's fingers found her anus and he wormed his slender finger into her. She looked at me again and again I just smiled. She put her head back down in defeat. He finger fucked her in front of all of us. His hand was splitting the words "COCK and SLUT", the look I was now starting to enjoy seeing. By now it was just Meg and Herb, Mark and Peggy, another guy, and me. From my position I could see his finger pump in and out of Jen's ass while she continued to stroke his cock. I could hear her pussy squeak lightly from its gathering wetness. Meg was on the couch on one side of Jen's new lover, Peg was on the other, the last unnamed guy was on the other side of her. Meg was stroking Jen's back, all the while we could all hear Peggy on the other side, talking to her. "Yeah baby, get another cock off, show them what you were made for, live up to your name, cock slut," she urged. Jen kept her head down at first, trying to avoid anyone's gaze. Meg though forced her head up by the hair. Jen was taken aback by this. She knew better than seek refuge from me however and allowed it. Meg kissed her deeply on the lips. I smiled at the thought of how this must've been the way it looked previously when I'd sent Jen over and Meg had take full advantage of her. Peggy had the other guy's cock out and was jacking it softly, occasionally kissing and licking the tip, as she watched Jen intently. Finally, the guy with Jen had his fill of fucking her holes with his fingers. He directed her off his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She was kneeling when Jen's guy nudged the other one and whispered something in his ear. The other guy nodded and produced card number 4 from his pocket. He pressed it into Jen's free hand. She was now sandwiched between the two men and she soon hand a cock in each hand. Peggy and Mark were beside themselves with glee at her debasement. Here was their high school friend, each with their own personal issues with her, on her knees, covered in strangers cum."Mmmm, cover that bitch with your cum guys, really give it to her," Peggy urged while Jen jacked their dicks.I was across from Jen, staring directly at her from behind. The beautiful curves of her ass, the glistening of her pussy as she bent over them, I could see it all from there. "Why don't you suck them? Why won't she suck them,"? Peggy asked towards me with some derision. "Does she think she's too special? I highly doubt someone who has all that cum on her is too good for an old fashioned blow job." I just smiled and said, 'Peggy, patience, we've discussed this with Herb." That stopped her for the time being. She went back to berating Jen. She'd lean over real close to Jen's ear and say, loud enough for us all to hear, "I'll bet you WISH those dicks were in your mouth don't you, I'll bet it's HIM stopping you, I'm sure YOU'd have no trouble getting off everyone here, isn't that right miss perfect?" I was totally digging this, I knew it was driving Jen to distraction. As proof Peggy knelt behind Jen and reached to her from behind and started sliding her fingers over Jen's glistening snatch. 'I knew it, she is so fucking wet right now," and she showed us all her shiny fingers. Jen just grunted when Peggy slid two fingers into her wetness. It didn't look like it was very tender the way she started finger fucking her. Still I heard telltale signs of excitement as the squishy sound gave her away. I knew this killed her, being finger fucked by this woman who obvious had issues with her, while she jacked two complete strangers, in front of me and our neighbors.I noticed that subtly Jen was moving back into Peggy's hand. "Niiiice," I thought smugly. Jen was working their shafts with precision. I couldn't see how they managed to maintain to this point but they certainly had good stamina, and they no doubt wanted this perfect moment to last. Jen was grunting from exertion as well as the fucking she was getting from Peggy. "Yeah baby, show me you like this, like the slut you know you are," Peggy urged, She had Jen and she knew it. She could feel it in the way she was responding. For my part I knew how hard this has been for Jen, it had been 5 days since she had used her vibrator. She normally cums daily, sometimes several times. This all must be driving her nuts, as I wished, of course. Peggy was using her thumb to roll over Jen's clit while her fingers fucked her steadily. I could see the look in Jen's eyes, I could sense her dilemma. She wanted to cum. She wanted it badly. To cum on Peggy's hand I knew she wouldn't accept. I could see her feverishly work the men's cocks, hoping to get them off before Peggy drove HER over the edge. It was Jen's pride, again, she tries for small victories in these games, even after what she'd done so far. I could see her claiming a personal victory if she didn't allow herself to cum this way. Jen was grunting, Meg was caressing her from behind on one side, Peggy was finger fucking her from behind on the other, the men were caressing what they could reach, her hair, her chest. It was quite a scene. "Do you want to cum baby?" Peggy urged into her ear, "Don't you want your slut pussy to cum?" Jen grunted and shook her head no but it didn't dissuade Peggy who continued her finger assault. Jen seemed to be having trouble finding that special something that would get the guys off, no matter what she tried. I thought I'd help her out. I got up and whispered in her ear."I said you aren't required to suck them, I didn't say you couldn't help them out with your mouth." She got the idea quickly. Jen knows all sorts of tricks with her tongue, on the tip, on my balls, I knew that would get those guys off like it does me.Jen went for one guy's balls while she jacked his shaft. Peggy loved that. 'Look at you, licking some strange guy's balls, do they taste good? Do you like tonguing strangers balls?"Jen went back and forth on each man. She'd lick their tips lightly, tongue their balls, I even caught a glimpse of her tongue darting down one guys sack down that line towards his anus. I saw him start to sweat and wiggle. I noticed Peggy's whole hand seemed to be glistening now, the sounds from Jen's pussy filed the room. We were all rapt by the action. Jen had a race on her hands she was determined to win. She had her tongue on the first guy's dick when he started to spasm. He was starting to shoot and Jen hadn't a clear indication of where he wanted it. Peggy however wouldn't let her slide. "Cum on the slut's face, yeah, give it to her, shoot it all over her." I noticed her slip her ring finger in Jen's ass. I also noticed no complaint from Jen. Her face was dripping again when she turned to the other man with her full attention. Peggy was pistoning her fingers into Jen's holes with a feverish pitch. She wanted to win too. I knew she'd like nothing better than make Jen cum at her hands while she dripped with the cum of numerous strangers, it'd be something she'd always lord over her no doubt. She upped the ante by alternating her finger fucking with sliding her tongue up and down Jen's asshole and down to her slit. Jen was beside herself. It was funny, watching her try and avoid the very thing she wanted. If she wasn't so hard headed she'd have cum so easily and no doubt so wonderfully at that moment.Jen wasn't having it though, she was almost there with the last guy. She was tonguing his balls and licking his head, doing everything BUT sucking him off. I found it funny she was so stubborn. Here she was needing the guy to cum before she came with the only restriction being that I told her that she wasn't REQUIRED to suck or fuck them, I thought she'd certainly realize by now that she could suck them, if she wished, she just wasn't bound to under our rules. I think she figured it out just in time for her sake. The next time she was on the tip she enveloped his whole cockhead in her lips. He let out a shocked moan."Oh yeah, I knew you couldn't resist sucking some cock baby," Peggy scolded. "I'm surprised it took you so long, you know you want it, suck that cum out of him you slut," she urged. The guy was done, he had no chance of stopping, he caressed her head while he started to spasm. Again, Peggy took control. "Yeah, take his cum in your mouth this time you cocksucking whore, it's what you've wanted all night isn't it?" she said, not allowing Jen to answer. Instead she placed her hand firmly on the back of Jen's head, forcing her onto his cock as he was shooting. Jen sputtered and coughed while he filled her throat. Peggy never let up, "Yeah baby, cum in that bitches mouth! Fill her up! C'mon Jennifer, you've taken more cum than that, swallow it, swallow it! That's a good girl," as Jen was nearly drowned with the guy's cum. To her credit she didn't' allow Peggy the satisfaction of thinking she couldn't' handle it. She turned her head towards Peggy with a smirk and gulped down the load loudly. Peggy just grinned back, 'Uh huh, a swallowing slut, I knew it, just like ME," she giggled. She then did something we didn't expect. She kissed Jen fully on the lips, I could tell they were sharing the taste of his cum. She then pulled away from Jen with a loud popping sound. "That was awesome Jen," she huffed.Jen was looking as wonderful as you'd expect covered in cum. She crawled over to me sexily. She crawled up on me and whispered lustily to me, 'Take me somewhere and fuck me NOW," she begged. "Oh no, you know the rules, you can't get yourself off, and I'm sure as hell am not going to do it for you tonight, remember the Christmas party?" I laughed.She had the biggest pout on her face. Herb and Meg were making love to each other on another couch, the last two men were zipping up while heading out the door. Now it was just Herb, Meg, Mark, Peggy, Jen and me. I could see the wheels in her head spinning. There was NO way she was going without cumming tonight, there was no doubt about that. She had to come up with a plan herself on how to do it. I loved the possibilities. First, there was Herb and Meg, who she would not choose, coupled with the fact that Herb had cum already and that the pair seemed to be busy with each other. There was me, who had denied her that. Then there was either Peggy or Mark, and I knew already she'd scratch her pussy on a wall to cum before she'd allow Peggy to get her off, so that left Mark. I could see her weighing it in her head. She didn't really dislike him, she just treated him like he was nothing, back in her school days. She had taken pride in the way she'd denied him sex. She knew how much pride she'd be giving up just so that she could get her little, hot, excited pussy pleased. "Hmmph," she pouted, as she slid off me.Peggy took her place in front of me, "let's see what you are hiding in there, " she giggled to me, groping my crotch. Jen shot a glance back at me like, 'No fair!" but I just chuckled. Peg was going to reward me with one of her well known blow jobs and I settled back in to enjoy. I watched Jen make her decision. Seeing Herb and Meg in one corner and Peggy and I in another, she saw no alternative. It was as I wished, the way I'd set it up really. Mark sat alone, with his arms crossed as Jen crawled towards him. "What is it you want slut?" he asked, forcing her hand. She lowered her head and moved towards him and I marveled at how sexy she was, her ass swinging along with her tits, towards this man she had denied for years. She laid her head in his lap while he reached under her and slid his fingers in her wetness. Mark grabbed her by the chin and looked into her eyes. "I am going to fuck you silly, you are going to take it, I'm going to fill you UP and you are not going to deny me anything, isn't that right baby?" She was pathetic, she was on her knees covered in cum, unconsciously grinding into his fingers while he talked to her, even she didn't realize how lost she was in it. Had I not been there I doubt she had the resistance in her to deny anything that happened. However, my presence was barely keeping her in the now. I had to end this for her. I pushed Peggy off my cock reluctantly and I mean reluctantly because I can see what Herb was talking about when he talked about her mouth. I knelt besides Jen. I whispered to her, "You want to fuck him don't you?" I think she saw this as a challenge of our game so she lied and shook her head no, "Yes you do, you want it but you don't want to break our rules right?" She looked up at that hopefully. "Remember you don't have to fuck anyone you don't KNOW," I emphasized. The light went off in her head. She smiled broadly.I heard Mark ask Jen, "What do you want, slut? After all these years, what do you want me for? Do you want my cock NOW bitch?" he said, smiling like a madman. Jen swallowed her pride, she was on a mission. She nodded. "Are you finally going to suck my cock?"Again she nodded. He took full advantage of his situation now, his hands found her slick pussy again and he expertly fingered her while he continued, "Well, I'm not like these other guys, pleased by just hand jobs or blowjobs, I am going to fuck that whore pussy, after all these years." Jen, kneeling, just took his abuse. "I'm going to fuck you, is that right?" he urged. I was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea since Jen didn't respond. I was beginning to think that perhaps I'd reached her limit, that she was ready to resign, quit the game. I know she was running it all through her head. Can I do it, can I lower myself to letting him fuck me? Her hesitation worried me so I knew that I'd damned well better make sure she had an out, if she wished, I only want to push her where she wants to go. She'd have to show me she wanted it. I decided to give her the chance to quit. I pulled her away for a moment, 'Excuse us," I said bruskly and I saw the fear in Mark's eyes that he might lose another chance. "Have you had enough baby?" I urged, as I looked for the answer in her eyes. She shook her head no. "Are you sure baby?" she nodded yes. She stubbornly didn't want to lose this game. I leaned in to Mark and I laid it out for him quietly, if she says the words, "I quit" you stop whatever you are doing no matter what, got it?" he nodded, not wanting to lose his chance. Then I pulled her aside and continued "You see how he is, how he has treated you, are you sure you can handle that?" She nodded. "I'll give you this one babe, you have done well, if you want to quit all you have to do is say the words, I quit. This was a challenge to Jen I knew, but I really had no penalty for her this time if she quit, I'd have let her quit. I was probably more concerned about Mark's intentions than she was. "Remember, now, with me, or later with him, you say the words, I quit so that I can hear you and I'll stop everything, ok?" again she just nodded. I had to be clearer, "If you quit that's the end of this game, there is no penalty, you've done EVERYTHING I've wanted, you can stop." She was either going to quit and deny herself the pleasure her body was nearly screaming for but claim victory for having survived our game, or she could allow it to continue and accept the consequences. She motioned her head back towards Mark as if to say, "I'm ok, I have to go now, bye!" and she returned to her place on her knees in front of him. I just shook my head in disbelief and a large measure of pride. His fingers returned to their previous target immediately. "Do you like this?" he asked coldly "Mmm mmm" she nodded negatively, even while grunting as Mark's fingers fucked her. She wasn't going to show him she liked it even with it being so obvious she wanted it, and was going to get it.He asked again, "I am going to fuck that wet pussy and you are going to allow it, isn't that right, slut?" This time she nodded affirmatively, with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. "Well, wouldn't it be ironic if I denied YOU, the way you denied ME," he laughed and with that he got up and walked off. He casually fixed himself a drink. He began to realize the battle was almost over, that his triumphal time was coming. Jen was beside herself. She was all over him, she tried to kiss him, caress him, to convince him. He didn't need convincing, I knew that, he had this sexy slut at his beck and call and he knew it."Convince me I should even touch your slutty ass," he sneered. Jen took the challenge, she dropped to her knees, took out his nearly fully erect cock and began to kiss and lick it all over. Peggy went back to her position in front of me and continued her oral assault on my overly rigid dick. Jen worked on Mark while Peggy worked on me, the sounds in the room were only of slurping and swishing of their mouths on us. Herb and Meg had disappeared, no doubt fulfilling their own needs. Mark grunted finally,"I told you a blowjob wasn't what I would settle for," he said, finishing his drink quickly. "Are you ready to give me your pussy?" Jen nodded. "You understand I've got years of pent up frustration regarding you, right?" Again Jen nodded. "You know this means I'm going to make you pay for all those years, right?" Jen nodded automatically. She understood, she knew her place, she knew what had to happen in order for her to put out the raging fire that the desire in her pussy was causing. At this point she'd sell her soul to get his dick inside her. "You know I have to tear that pussy UP," he snarled again only to see Jen nod even more excitedly. "Damn," he growled, "you really are a horny slut." Mark pulled her past me, ignoring me, as if not to give me the chance to back out. I looked Jen in here wide eyes as she passed. I mouthed the words, "I quit" as a reminder to her, and I have to say the trepidation in me almost wanted to hear it from her."I'm not as big a public sex guy as the others." he said as he led her to the back room. It was the last I saw of her for far more than an hour. Peggy kept me occupied, alternately sucking me, then letting me take her from behind. I was driven crazy by the sounds from the other room. I heard spanking, smacking, slurping, groaning. Mark, clearly grunting, Jen, moaning loudly. I took only one peek, some time into it. I was rewarded when I saw her on top of him, her hands bound behind her with a scarf, grinding onto his cock like a wild animal. He had his hands on her tits, pulling her nipples out to ridiculous lengths. I heard the familiar sounds from her as she was nearing that point she desired for so long now. I smiled and returned to Peggy. It wasn't long before I had to cum myself and I let go, deeply into Peggy's pussy, pressed against her thick ass. It wasn't what I'd envisioned. I'd assumed I'd have fucked Jen all night, only allowing her to cum after we'd had a good sleep. I gave up on that idea when I heard Mark fucking her however. I could tell she'd get everything she could handle and more and it was ok with me. Peg and I were forced to wait it out. It took so long we both walked outside so she could smoke and we could get some fresh air.I'd accomplished what I knew was a fine game. Jen had been a public plaything, exhibited freely, forced to pleasure masked strangers, and finally humiliated by former acquaintances including having to cum at the hands of one of them. In my heart I knew I'd gotten to that spot in her as well. Peggy and I were dressed by the time Mark stumbled out of that room. "Was it everything you wanted dear?" Peggy asked him sweetly. "Oh yeah, " he grunted as he looked at me, "She won't soon forget that," he laughed. Mark went straight for the parking lot saying to Peggy, "I have to warm up the car". I saw why he left in such a hurry almost immediately. I'm sure he feared what Jen might say. Jen appeared after a few moments. Her hair as a mess, her mascara had started to run down her face, the same mascara that had held up to the facials before. There were dried tear stains running through the cum streaks (she told me later it was from tears, but her quote was, 'don't worry, they were good tears." even though I wasn't so sure). Cum was crusted on her chest, her cheeks, her nose, even her lips. Her hands were bound behind her still. She walked slowly, with a slightly shuffled gait. I recognized that walk. It was the walk she had when her pussy had been pounded or when her ass was reamed good. She wobbled on her heels, one of which now had broken. Her tits were red, her nipples were almost a bluish purple. There were red and purple hand marks on her neck. Her ass had been beaten, I could see telltale signs of handprints and horizontal swatches, probably a belt. I was shocked but still I admired his handiwork. Peggy stayed behind, probably to soak it all in, how the mighty Jen had been used, abused. "Do you remember that night when we were suppose to take on the basketball team and you backed out saying you 'weren't like that?" Pegged sneered. "Well, that's how I looked after having to take them all on myself," she said with smug satisfaction, gaining the revenge she'd always wanted. We were both dressed but Jen just looked around the room in a daze, she was barely coherent. I knew she'd been used good but it also was no doubt due to her stealing drinks all night. I realized before she did that her outfit was gone. Herb! Ha, I like his style, the cheeky bastard had taken her outfit with him. I smiled at Peggy and she realized why and returned my smile with a chuckle. "Well, are we staying all night?" she posed impatiently."Nope," I responded quickly, "I'm ready." We walked through the lobby like that, two people leading a naked, crusted, dripping slut, wobbling on her broken heels. To be fair, we knew it was late, it was a quiet place, the only one there would be the clerk. I forced Jen to walk on the outside, towards him, allowing him to see what a slut she was. We passed the poor guy and heard him wheeze, "Oh my god, you can't walk through here like that!" he demanded. I made her stop. I said to him slowly, "I realize this is unusual sir, but this is one particularly unusual slut, as you can see." He nodded quickly. "Apologize to the man," I said as I poked her in the ribs, forcing her closer to him. He could see her in all her glory now, a cum stained, filthy though beautiful bound slut."I'm sorry sir," she said barely audibly, "I seem to have lost my clothing, forgive me sir and we'll be on our way."He sniffed, "fine, just go!"I pushed towards the door but made her stand there inside, in front of the doors and wait, while I went to get the car. I could see him leering at her the whole time. At one point he approached her but my view was blocked. Peggy joined Mark in their car and I could see them wait out this latest escapade. I took my time warming up the car. She wouldn't want cold seats now, would she? It was probably no more than 2 or 3 minutes before I drove part way up the lane. I stopped there and motioned for her. Her hands were still bound, she was still limping as she approached me. I made her walk the entire distance, I wondered if some lucky people could see this naked, bound slut walking towards me. I opened the door and she started to get in the car. Mark and Peggy shot by, honking loudly and waving goodbye. I saw a few blinds open before Jen could swing her naked body fully into the car."You fucking bastard!" was the only thing she said, barely coherent now. I unbound her and put her coat on her. That's how we fell asleep at home, she with her coat still on, covering her welted, cum crusted body, me fully dressed, both of us having crashed from the outrageousness of the night's events.Jen pretty much slept through that next Sunday, I had to go in to work late that day to finish up some things and I got this email at my work desk. (Using our company email which she knows has a 'big brother' program on it where the techs are able to read every keystroke. She does love to rub it in doesn't she?)"I hope you are happy. I hope you got your rocks off good. Because there is no fucking way you are getting this pussy for awhile now. Part of the reason is just spite, of course, after knowing how you let Peggy get you off. Part of it is payback for what you put me through. But mostly, it's because I'm sore baby. Sore, deeply and truly sore. Mark fucked me raw. He fucked me harder than you ever have. He fucked me in a way that sometimes, I kind of wish you did."He brought me back into that room and devoured me. He first slapped me across my cheek and pushed me over a chair. I'm sure you heard him wailing away at my ass. First it was just hard spanks. He was telling me the whole time about how I deserved all this I was going to get and how I was going to pay. I was thinking what a bastard you were for picking the one guy from my past who would have interest in punishing me like this. He kept hitting my behind. He was trying to get me to speak, to beg him to quit, he kept asking me, "Have you had enough, have you had enough?" But in my pride I refused to let him win. He then took off his belt and threatened me with it. I could feel myself crying, I could feel tears running down my cheeks but I didn't give in. He began to beat me with his belt baby. I hope you like letting him do that to me because I'm not letting you see any of it until the welts go down. I don't want to give you the satisfaction. He was really whipping me good dear, though most certainly not at his full strength, god knows I couldn't have taken that but I was bawling by this time. He came around the chair, grabbed me by the hair and slammed his cock down my throat. I don't mean anything but that, slammed. He gagged me with it, I tasted vomit when he withdrew. Again, he just kept yelling, "Is this what you want? Is this what you deserve? You know it is!" I still wouldn't answer him. I think if I'd have begged him for mercy he'd have been content with just a good hard fucking. I didn't want to give that to him, I didn't want to give it to you, the satisfaction of Mark breaking me. I think I incited a monster. He shoved me to the floor and gave my ass another beating with his hands as I crawled around the floor trying to avoid them. Surely you heard, surely you heard the sounds of your girlfriend's soft white ass being beaten? I know you did you perv and I know you liked it. It helped me with my resolve. Mark pulled me up to my feet by my hair so hard that I swear I don't know how some of it didn't come off in his hand. "Still nothing eh? I guess this means you like this, that you are ok with this treatment." He smacked my face again. "You are ok with this, aren't you?" I nodded weakly. He produced a scarf from somewhere and tied my hands behind me, the way you found me. It was painful, it was tight, he didn't care. "I get to fuck you UP tonight," he said, "your hubby said that I could do as much as you allowed, as long as you didn't quit."He threw me face down on the couch and without warning he just jammed his hard cock into my pussy from behind. He banged me hard, over and over while he pushed my face into the couch so hard I had to turn my head to breathe. I turned just far enough to see through the partially open door. What do I see? You, a stupid smile on your face, Peggy's face buried in your cock. All the while your girlfriend gets grudge fucked, nice. He pulled me up by the hair and while I was up, with the other hand, he spanked my tits with his free hand. Then he shoved me back onto the couch and resumed his assault of my pussy. "Say it slut, say you want me to stop and I'll stop," I'd shake my head no. He would respond by smacking either my ass or my tits with extra resolve. He then pulled out of me, yanked me up onto the nearby table. "I want to see your face bitch," he snapped. My hands were crushed under my weight while he jammed his cock back into me. He grabbed my hips roughly and rode me hard baby. His hands were free now, much to my chagrin. He used them to torture my tits baby, he HURT your baby's tits, though, again, in a way that I sometimes wish YOU would. I couldn't believe how rough he was being with me. I also couldn't believe how wet I still was, I could feel it with each thrust. "I'm going to fuck your ass like this, slut, unless you tell me to stop." I thought, "oh my god," but I couldn't give in, could I? How would you feel about your slut girlfriend if she ever failed in one of our games? It was not going to happen. I was just hoping he didn't permanently hurt me, though I didn't sense anything in him that he would. Seeing no resistance he placed his cock at the entrance to my ass and hesitated. He was staring into my eyes, looking for me to beg off. "You can't let me do this, whore, I'm going to tear that ass up," he warned. "Tell me! Tell me to stop and I'll go back and cum in your slut pussy, TELL ME," he begged with a fevered look in his eyes. I just shook my head no, I knew I'd regret it either way. He then speared my ass with that big fucker. With all my juice on it he plunged it all the way in. I swear I could feel my insides ripping. Surely you heard me scream. He banged my ass like he did my pussy, as he'd promised. All the while his eyes devoured mine, challenging me to take it. His hands found their way to my neck and he began to nearly strangle me as he drilled my back door. I couldn't stop him, my hands weren't free. I didn't think he'd hurt me on purpose like that but I don't know if he knew how much he was pressing against my windpipe. He only loosened his grip a little when he heard me choking. I guess I felt a little bit of what people talk about when they mention sexual asphyxia. The buzzing in my head probably from the oxygen lack just added to my embarrassing arousal level. I don't know if I was more embarrassed by him fucking me like the slut we know I am, or the fact that he was watching my reaction the whole time. I came. It surprised me, It took me like a storm. I came on his cock baby, with it buried in my ass. He was laughing out loud, watching me cum on his dick. 'Yeah, cum like the ass fucking slut you are!" He pulled out quickly, shoved me onto my knees and tried to force his dick in my mouth. Ass to mouth dear, as you know, not one of my favorites. "Tell me you don't want my dick in your mouth and I'll stop, TELL me," He said as he forced my head closer. "Tell me you don't want to suck on my dirty dick, tell me that you have one shred of dignity left." I guess I didn't, I put it in my mouth willingly. It wasn't so bad, I've done it before baby, I know I don't tell you all these things. I've had men shove their dirty dicks in my mouth after fucking my ass before, in college. Mark was going crazy. He pulled me back onto the table with him. He forced me on top. That's where I saw you, watching me, fucking his dick. It made me cum again knowing you were watching him pull my nipples almost off my tits. You sick freak, it turned me on. I came on his dick again honey, so hard I swear I could see colors. I guess he'd had enough by then, he realized he wasn't going to have to break me, it was enough for him to have forced his ex girlfriend to cum on his dick twice. As you know honey, it's hard for me to come while being fucked usually, especially when its just ass fucking, but the situation you put me in sent me over the edge, I felt as though I could have cum with him, just THINKING about it. How does that make you feel? That I was so whipped up that some guy had me in such a frenzy I came twice on his dick? I hope it feels good baby, thinking is all you are going to get for at least a week. Oh, he finally came himself. He shoved himself into my pussy again on the couch. I swear my pussy felt like soup by now, I don't know how he even felt anything. I even kind of wished he'd put it back in my ass. I wanted it to feel good for him, it was the least I could do. He came so much baby, it nearly poured out of my well used twat. You know what he did then? He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "Thank you Jen, thank you for that SO much." I finally smiled at him and said, 'you're welcome' he laughed that I finally spoke, now that it was over. He still had that scared look though, now that it was over, wondering if he went too far. I guess he didn't, how can you say he did when I came twice so hard it made me forget the last time I came like that. I could barely stand, I was surprised actually that I wasn't bleeding. This is what you made me do baby, how do you feel about that? How do you feel that your girlfriend got beaten and grudge fucked by a guy with payback on his mind? I can't imagine how it feels to you knowing that Mark got me off twice treating me like that. Does that scare you? Does that give you ideas for later? I hope you have a lot of thoughts, because that's all you are going to get to do is think till I'm good and ready. Gee, talking about this is making me think that maybe I won't make you wait as long, but fuck you! You should suffer! Ok, you know me, I take as good as I get, I loved it, you wonderful fucker, I loved every fucking ridiculously obscene minute of it, how do you do it? How do you know... fuck. Anyway, I still need to rest, that dick bruised me inside I just know it! Oh, that was especially fucking sick how you let that desk clerk see me like that. He saw it all baby, all that I had, all the red marks, all the cum on me, especially Mark's cum which was dripping down my inner thighs. He got quite a handful of your girlfriend, baby, two handfuls actually. He was the one that told me what was on my ass, 'COCK SLUT" eh? I guess I am. I guess you know what I am now. We really need to discuss where we go next. I'm excited by it, I hope you are too." To be continued in part 4... |
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happyanniversary.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/64/happyanniversary.txt | To celebrate our first anniversary, my husband and I had planned a romantic evening. Dinner, dancing, theater, the works. So you can imagine my mood when Gary called to ask if a friend of his could tag along.At first I was furious. I mean, we had been planning this all week! But Gary explained that his friend would only be in town one night, and then he promised to make it up to me later, so I gave in. Gary was supposed to pick me up at six. While I was waiting, I had a quick shower and got dressed. I put on an outfit sure to please him - a strapless black dress, stockings, and his favorite pair of heels.At six o'clock I heard Gary's car pull up. He ran into the house and told me I looked terrific. I just smiled and asked where his friend was. (I was hoping he had decided to do the right thing and leave us alone.)"Oh, Robert's waiting for us at the restaurant," Gary replied. I could have strangled him.Despite my anger and disappointment, dinner was great. I don't think I've ever had better. From appetizer to dessert, everything was perfect. And Robert? I have to admit, he was a bit of a surprise. Tall, muscular, handsome... Gary had never told me he had friends who looked like this!We ate dinner and made small talk. It turned out that Robert and I had something in common - besides Gary, I mean. We were both hoping to become journalists."Small world," Gary said, getting up. "Why don't you two go ahead and order dessert? I'll be right back."When Gary was gone, Robert leaned toward me. "You look fantastic," he whispered. "If Gary weren't my best friend..."That was just the start. After dinner we skipped the theater and went straight to a nightclub. I took turns dancing with my husband and his best friend. It was such a turn-on dancing with Robert and rubbing up against him whenever Gary wasn't looking. But no matter how many times I asked, Robert refused to slow-dance with me. "You belong to Gary," was all he'd say.**Well, we didn't get home until two in the morning. I was tired, but there was no way I was going to call it a night - not yet. Gary suggested we go downstairs and watch a movie. That's when my anniversary party REALLY got started. Gary picked out a videotape I'd never seen before and put it in the VCR. When he pressed the play button, I could hardly believe my eyes. It was a porno flick!Gary sat down on the sofa and put his arm around me. I kept my eyes on the television, not sure if I should be embarrassed or excited. I did notice one thing: The guys seemed more intent on watching me than the movie! A little while into the movie, Gary said, "I think we've seen enough. We're going up to bed now."With that, he took my hand and led me upstairs. We got straight into bed, not even bothering to undress. I was so horny by then I just wanted to rip Gary's clothes off and climb onto him."Not so fast," Gary said, grabbing my hands. "Let's take our time." As he spoke he pushed me back onto the mattress and began to kiss me. Closing my eyes, I gave him everything I had. I took his tongue into my mouth and began to suck on it like a cock. In return his hands brushed across my breasts, gently stroking my nipples.I was desperate for a fuck now and he knew it. Little by little he slid his hands across my body, feeling every inch of me. By the time he got to my pussy, I was on fire. Spreading my legs as wide as I possibly could, I told Gary to feel me. At the same time, I slid my hand into his pants and began to stroke his cock. We must have kept this up for half an hour before a voice broke in; "Are you two going to fuck or just play with each other all night?"I looked up, too startled to speak. Robert was sitting at the foot of the bed watching us. From the smile on his face, I could tell he liked what he'd seen. "Don't mind me," he said. "I just came up to say good-night." I was about to protest when Gary pushed me back down on the mattress again. My legs were still spread and before I could close them, he was slipping my panties off. I could tell I was in for the night of my life!While Robert watched, Gary began to finger-fuck me. Gently, he put his middle finger inside my pussy and brushed my G-spot. A second finger followed, then another one after that. In no time, he had four fingers inside me and was using his thumb to stroke my clit. Needless to say, all this attention was driving me crazy!Taking his fingers out of me, Gary said, "Let's really give him a show. Why don't you suck my cock for a while?" Gary lay down on his back and we got into a sixty-nine position. While he went to work on my pussy, I undid his pants and took out his cock. Looking Robert right in the eye, I gently kissed the tip of Gary's cock.Meanwhile, Gary was really working me over. His tongue explored every inch of my pussy, darting in and out of me. It was incredible! When he took my clit between his lips and began to nibble on it, I thought I would scream. Wanting to pay him back for some of the pleasure he was giving me, I took the tip of his cock inside my mouth and began sucking on it. This drove Gary wild. He thrust his hips up off the bed, sliding his cock down my throat. It felt so good, there was no way I was going to stop - not now!I was so engrossed in sucking Gary's cock that I didn't even notice Robert taking his clothes off. When I finally looked over at him, he was sitting stark naked in a chair, smiling at me. I looked down at his lap and could hardly believe my eyes. Pointing straight up at the ceiling was the largest, thickest cock I'd ever seen. It must have been nine or ten inches long and maybe 6 inches around, too! Robert had his hand around it, stroking it.I wanted to admire that magnificent cock, but Gary sat up and asked me to turn around. Taking my eyes off Robert, I let Gary guide me to a new position. This time he was lying on his back with me kneeling between his legs. Leaning forward to suck his cock once again, I realized that Robert had a perfect view of my ass - and that my wet pussy was an open invitation.I didn't even feel Robert climb onto the bed until he grabbed my hips and slid his big smooth cock into me. I moaned in pleasure. It was so sexy knowing that a strange man was filling me while my husband watched.Gary stroked my hair and whispered, "Doesn't his cock feel good?" I could only moan, although good was an understatement. It felt absolutely fantastic!Gary held me in his arms while Robert fucked me from behind. We started slowly, on account of his cock being so big, but I quickly got used to it. After only a few moments, he was able to thrust his cock into me as fast as he wanted.It was like a dream. I had two cocks to play with and two men who knew how to use them. Robert thrust into me faster and faster, then his cock exploded inside me, shooting spurt after of his hot cum deep into my pussy. He kept cumming like he would never stop. It was the biggest load of cum I'd ever had in my pussy, and it felt fantastic! Not only that, but Robert was still hard and ready for more! We must have tried 50 different positions before Gary finally said, "I think she's about ready. Let me show you what she likes best." With that Gary stretched out flat on his back and pointed to his cock. It was standing straight up in the air and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do with it. Spreading my legs, I climbed on top of him. I held my breath as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his stiff cock. My pussy was well lubricated with all of Robert's cum, and Gary's cock slid in easily. Instantly, waves of pleasure raced through my body. Gary was right - this was what I liked best.While Gary fucked me, Robert fondled my breasts. He ran his fingers all over them, drawing little circles around my nipples. Every now and then, he leaned forward and took one of them in his mouth. All of this was more than I could stand - I had to cum. Grabbing Robert's hand, I made him stroke my clit while I slid up and down on Gary's cock. I could feel a familiar pressure building between my legs and the great electric rush that comes right before orgasm.Just then Gary came, shooting his load deep inside my pussy. I threw my head back and screamed, experiencing one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever felt. It seemed to last all night. When the ecstasy finally subsided, I fell back onto the bed. "Your turn," I said, spreading my legs. "You don't mind doing it again in front of my husband, do you?" I knew he could see the mixture of his and Gary's cum dripping from my hot pussy. Robert just smiled. "Your wife has fantastic breasts," he said, looking at Gary. "I'd love to fuck them.""Go ahead," Gary replied. "I bet she'd like that."He was right. Lying on my back, I watched Robert straddle my chest. He slipped his cock between my breasts and I squeezed them together. I tilted my head forward so that I could watch him fuck my breasts. The mixture of his cum and mine still coated his cock and gave it plenty of lubrication. Each stroke started in the middle of my chest and wound up just under my chin. Opening my mouth, I licked the tip of his cock with my tongue. He closed his eyes and moaned.We kept this up for several minutes. I could tell he wanted to cum, but he was holding back for my sake. He kept fucking my breasts, working himself into a frenzy. I took his cock in my mouth each time it came near my face.Just when I thought he would keep going all night, he got up on his knees and began to jerk himself off. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer, just in time for huge spurts of cum to spray all over my face and breasts. I opened my mouth wide, trying to catch as much of the stray cum as I could. He tasted so good.When he was done, he started to pull away, but I wouldn't let him. Grabbing his cock, I put it back in my mouth, sucking up the last of his cum. I didn't want to miss a drop.Afterward, we lay down together and fell asleep in one another's arms. That was almost a year ago. I wonder what Gary has in store for me this year.END |
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nursingschool.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/78/nursingschool.txt | I waited impatiently the next three nights and days for Saturday at 10:00pm, when I arrived promptly at Janey, Fran, and Sylvia's apartment. I was wearing a pair of men's bikini briefs, a nylon t-shirt, my tightest jeans, clean sweat socks, and new loafers so my feet wouldn't smell of sneakers. I had showered half an hour before I left home, after running my dad's electric razor over my face carefully and throwing on some of his aftershave. I felt ready for the action that Janey had promised. And the thought of her kept me hard from the moment I left her bed on Wednesday night until I rang the doorbell. The sexiest Janey I had yet seen opened the door. She was dressed like a stripper: high black heels; black hose, sleek smooth ones, satin to the touch; the sheerest black bikini panties (I could see what little cunt hair she had right through them!); a black garter belt to hold up the stockings; and black pasties on her nipples. She also wore long black gloves on her hands/arms and a black derby. She looked sexier than Liza Minnelli in CABARET! And I nearly came in my shorts when I looked her up and down. And when she did a quick, complete turn in front of my feasting eyes, I noticed that Janey was wearing crotchless panties! Oh, how that turned me on! After the turn to show off for me, Janey kissed me passionately and deeply. "I'm so glad you're here, Darling. My cunt has longed for you since the moment you left. I fell asleep exhausted after our love making, but my pussy oozed cum all night long. I woke up in the morning and dipped my fingers in my pussy to eat out our cum for breakfast. You were delicious and I want more soon! So do Fran and Sylvia. You'll meet them a little later... after you please ME!" Then she kissed me again, even more passionately and longer, with her tongue way down my throat. I returned the kiss with equal fervor, until she pushed me down into the couch, climbed on the coffee table in front of me and began to dance to silent music in her head. God could she move her body... her hips were so sexy, and she quickly removed the pasties from her nipples so I could enjoy how erect they were. As she did, I caught a whiff of her pussy scent... and that added to my arousal. As I stared at her belly and thighs I noted that Janey was moving her abdomen rhythmically and almost hypnotizing me with her navel. But my gaze dropped to the open crotch panties; and Janey noticed that too. She made her cunt the focus of my eyes and her dance. And I noticed that she was oozing juice from that perfect cunt. I wanted to lick her, which she also sensed. She paused and motioned for me to stand up and begin kissing her open panties, encouraging me to stick my tongue inside them and inside her pussy, which now tasted "hot" and sexy! I began licking as I stood there; and Janey quickly "came" in my face, flooding my chin with her sexy fluid. I lost control then and pulled down the panties, leaving her in the garter belt and hose, but with her ass now exposed. I pulled her down on the couch, buried my face in her cunt and took her cheeks in my hot hands, kneading them and eating her pussy. I was ready to cum, but I loved her cunt taste so much that I didn't want to move from it and begin fucking her pussy yet. My passion made her cum in my face a second time! I felt so powerful. And she wanted more! She directed me to lie on my back on the floor; and then she mounted my face again so that she was totally in control of what her cunt did to my mouth. As she fucked my face, she played excitedly with her clit and cunt-lips. I loved watching her! She rubbed her ass across my mouth periodically, then her hot juicy cunt, until she flooded me with one more climax. That's when she got up, sat on the couch, and said, "Now you strip for me. Act as sexy as you feel. Pretend that you had to arouse me and make me want to eat your dick by the way you moved! I'll just sit here and play with my cunt!"I did as I was told until my cock was out at least eight naked inches, with drops of pre-cum dangling from its tip. My ass was sweaty; and I felt sexy as hell! I wanted her to lick my entire naked body, as soon as I finished fucking her cunt or her mouth. She did it in reverse order, sucking my dick into her hot mouth for about five minutes and then throwing herself back on the couch for me to fuck her long and hard. I obliged her and pumped her for about fifteen minutes until I did flood her cunt with my jism. She loved it and quickly joined me with another of her enthusiastic orgasms. We lay in each other's arms for about ten minutes, breathing hard. And then Janey said, "The girls have been watching us from hiding places! Look around." I did, and from each closet, stepped sexy Sylvia in a sheer negligee, obviously naked underneath with a pair of tits that had to be nearly 46 inches in her bust. It must have been her panties and hose that I put on one Wednesday night. The nipples appeared to stand out on the ends of those knockers a full inch. I doubt that now, but that's the way they looked to me that Saturday night. And Fran looked like a Playboy model, in white lingerie in direct contrast to Janey. "They've videotaped us too, Hal. Now we're going to watch the tapes together." I noted that each nurse had her own camera... so I settled down to about an hour's sexy TV... on tape.END |
averynice.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/56/averynice.txt | We were in Jamaica enjoying a much needed vacation, we were staying at one of those all-inclusive couple's only resorts and they offered a day trip to hike up a mountain, see a water fall and have dinner at this old coffee plantation. The mountain was about 90 minutes from the resort and they had a party bus to transport us. The seating on the bus was different because instead of having all the seats facing the front, every other set of seats faced the back, so two couples formed a quartet facing one another, this made it easier to engage in conversation with others and added to the social atmosphere. After a long day of hiking, eating and drinking we were heading back and my wife and I sat facing a British couple, Trent and Sophie. We'd talked with them as we hiked and we sat next to them at dinner and after a lot of rum we were chatting like old friends. They were in their 30's, Trent was tall and lean while Sophie was about 5'6 with large full breasts, a flat stomach and slim hips. By the time we boarded the bus to head back to the resort it was late, the bus lights were dim and both women were snuggled up next to the men as we had the flimsy pillows and blankets provided on the bus draped over our laps to ward off the chill from the air conditioner on the bus. As we talked Sophie began nibbling on Trent's ear and kissing his neck, she was also running her hand across his chest. My wife, who is normally ultra-conservative, surprised the hell out of me by giggling and doing the same thing to me. Trent and I kept chatting conversationally as the women continued to absently run their hands over us and kiss our necks, My cock was as hard as a rock under the blanket and I imagine Trent's was as well, after a few moments of this, Sophie made a show of sliding her hand under the blanket and you could tell that she was undoing the buttons of Trent's shorts, finally we could see the undeniable motion of her hand jacking his cock under the thin blanket. After watching Sophie for a few minutes, my wife whispered in my ear "do you want me to touch your cock?" in the sexiest purr I ever heard, I was so hot all I could do was shake my head. Sophie laid her head on Trent's shoulder and was looking right into my eyes as she slowly stroked his cock. My wife saw this, but instead of being jealous, she locked eyes with Trent as her hands made their way under the blanket and unzipped my shorts, in a minute I felt my wife's hand on my dick and she ran her fingers lightly across the head and spread my leaking pre-cum around. By now Trent and I were just smiling and trying not to make any noise. After a few moments Sophie winked at me and pulled back the blanket enough to expose Trent's cock, she then slid her head down and began to suck and lick the tip beginning a wet, deliberate blowjob.I was amazed at how bold she was but my shock was magnified when my wife watched them for a few seconds, then with a hungry look in her eyes looked at me, gave me a mischievous grin and lowered her head and began to suck my cock as well!. I have to say that neither woman was giving a quiet, quickie blowjob, both women were licking kissing and sucking our cocks as if we were in our private bedrooms. I looked across the aisle at the quartet across from us and two of them were sleep, but the couple diagonal from us were watching my wife with a look of lust and disbelief on their faces. Trent's hands gripped his wifes hair a bit tighter and it was obvious when he began to cum down her throat, watching his wife swallow his load, along with the hungry way my wife was sucking and jacking my cock sent me off only a minute or two later and then my wife gave me my final surprise of the ride as she pulled a bit back and let the first jets of cum shoot over the side of her face and onto her chest.My wife has never let me cum on her face and to be honest I never wanted to, but seeing that sight then made me shoot even harder and it took everything I had not to yell. My wife rubbed the cum into her face and licked my cock clean. Trent and Sophie were smiling and the couple that had been watching gave us a thumbs-up! My wife whispered in my ear that it was her turn when we got back to our room and she pulled the pillow onto my lap and went to sleep. I sat there with a satisfied look on my face as I dozed off. |
mirrors.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/32/mirrors.txt | CHAPTER 1: The Stage and the ActorsLooking back I think the best way to describe the family in which I was born, as proper and uneventful on the surface, but quietly raging, seething and festering just beneath it. In any case, this went for my parents and to a lesser extent my older brother. It now is more than obvious to me that my parents did not love themselves, let alone each other. They must have lived in almost constant anguish of feelings of guilt and retribution, given in by their respective religious interpretations and the fashionable norms and values that their social circle imposed on them. My father was an unfriendly, demanding man who was more successful than liked, whose main quality was persistence and whose main skill was that of forceful acquisition of whatever took his fancy, my mother included. His favorite school of thought was to compare life with a balance-sheet, and he would state so with frequently with authority and somber satisfaction. Needless to say that he earned a pretty penny as a businessman. Of course this was not necessarily seen as uncommon or particularly unfavorable in late to post-Victorian America. My mother must at one time in her life have been sweet and caring, but various reasons had turned her into a sickly, bitter, but power-hungry product of the marriage with my father. She had displayed a constant attitude of dissatisfaction and frustration that permeated from just about everything she did, said or had influence in. From what I know now, this is not surprising considering to what indignity and suffering she had been subjected to. She obviously disgusted men and everything that even remotely had to do with bodily functions, which she referred to as being bestial. In any case, she apparently wanted to extend these views to her offspring and demanded strict compliance to her views by all of us in general, and my younger sister in particular. Of course I didn't understand this until much later, but I grudgingly complied with the in my view ridiculous idiosyncrasies of Victorian life and the strict limits this set on my behavior. That is, until I found my way around them.My younger sister Miranda Melinda, I affectionately called her Mim was a quiet and very sensitive girl who had all the features that pointed to our Irish origin.Fair skinned with rich black hair and large striking eyes that depending on her mood seemed to vary between a beautiful dark blue under normal circumstances, and a sparkling green when happy, excited or emotional. Set in a beautiful hart-shaped face with high cheekbones they were the true windows to her soul. We were as close as our mother's draconian decency, combined with our father's near pugilistic enforcement of this, allowed and us to be. This must have given us that special bond that set us aside from the rest of the family, and it eventually gave us our own domain of play, talk and thought that eluded most everyone else. I grew up to be a boy to which on the outside, the word 'medium' came to mind; medium built, modest features, brown hair, quick brown eyes, and for the rest nothing to write home about. This suited me fine and as soon as I saw the merit of it. I worked to keep it this way while working on the inside to keep and improve my edge and strength for unforeseen situations. It became my way of life to build my strength whilst keeping my diminutive guise. My quick mind and my analytical skills made this an easy task. CHAPTER 2: Homes and PlacesWe moved to a new home. Today that would be something that is regarded fairly normal, but at the time that this took place it was a major event, and for me this was exiting and just plain fun. The year was 1916. There was war in Europe, and President Woodrow Wilson is, be it screaming and kicking, dragged into an allied pact with Great Britain, France, and Italy against Germany and Turkey. My father, owner of a big government contractor that was to supply the expeditionary force in Europe, decided that he had to look for a more suitable abode. Not that our old home was a modest dwelling by any standard or stretch of the imagination, but why not move on to bigger and better things when opportunity smiles. Or so he must have thought. Frankly speaking and looking back, I think that the move was mostly due to the fact that my parents were thoroughly fed up with each other. Since divorce was simply not done at the time, they had to find another solution to keep themselves from bashing each other's head in. Apparently the thought was that more room would allow for likewise more civility, whilst maintaining the appearance of blissful family life to the outside world. Keeping up appearances was the keyword for these early post-Victorian days.The net-result of this dysfunctional, but on the whole prosperous family-life was that each of us lived within our own clearly defined spheres of interest, where interaction was limited to the bare necessities of compliance to basic civility and courtesy. Transgressions were discouraged, and our own individual properties and activities made us live together as separately as is humanly possible under one roof. As it goes in life, differences hardly ever remain unnoticed and the natural order of things dictates that sooner or later they stand out and have their effect all that are even remotely involved. It only needs a catalyst to upset the status quo and bring about the start of a chain of events and interactions of people think that I was somewhat instrumental to the inevitable catalysis, because I was always interested to have my fingers in as many pies as was feasible within the limits of propriety and without sacrificing my own independence. Should you so desire, you can view me as the wise guy that every family appears to have.I, Francis Theodore, was 14 years of age and middle child with a 6 years older brother Jarvis Seamus, and a 2 years younger sister Miranda Melinda. My younger sister, as dearly as I loved her, did not nearly have the intellectual and/or recreational value to satisfy my early adolescent interests. As it stood, she was not generally interested in my activities, which mostly took place outside of the house and likewise, I was not into the 'girly' kind of things that younger sisters used to prefer to busy themselves with at the time that this all took place. As for Jarvis, being 6 years older than I was made him view me with a prevailing attitude that can best be described as mildly condescending with complete disinterest. We navigated through life on completely different courses much like ships passing in the mist. The war provided Jarvis the opportunity to escape his faltering academic performance as well as the social and matrimonial stranglehold that my parents had prepared for him. My father had, thoroughly and at times hard-handedly, earmarked him for succession in business and mother had staked out her claim on a young daughter of a suitably wealth and lineage as her daughter-in-law to be. Jarvis in turn, was scared stiff of both prospects, since he possessed neither ambition nor appetite for a power-position in business or in marriage. He decided to grasp the chance to escape with both hands and feet. I guess I can't blame him. Father's business seemed to constantly teeter on the brink of legality and required prolonged and convoluted legal support efforts. Furthermore my parents' example of marital bliss was hardly an appealing one. Besides this, and as far as I could determine, the selected young lady was rich by any standard, but also slightly aesthetically challenged and of an overly 'hungry' attitude towards male company in general and that of poor Jarvis in particular. In short Jarvis joined the Army and would make off to France as an Officer in the 1st Infantry division, as soon as was practicable as seen in the light of decency and his proficiency in martial skills.Of course we were all dreadfully jolly proud of him, and all that. I was in a fairly comfortable position where hardly anyone took notice of my actions and whereabouts. This suited me fine because the marital squabbles of my parents were not my piece of cake and only interested me if and when my person was involved in more than a peripheral fashion. The new house was not new at all and besides being big it had at first glance few other redeeming values. It was a huge and of the Victorian and Gothic mongrel-monstrosity variety in the style of 'Baldric the Maniac' meets 'Icabod the unsavory'. Upon closer inspection however, I was not entirely displeased with it. The rooms were spacious and there were lots of them. There was a huge basement with many doors, nooks and crannies that seriously required my exploring, and the attic appeared to be a young boy's paradise where previous generations of inhabitants had conveniently left a lot of 'Stuff' that required my attention and scrutiny. In a time where Radio was still an exercise of the imagination of inventors and scientists, and television only existed in the feverish deliriums of the insane and drunks, that was about the most exiting entertainment that I could expect in life at that age. Even my parents appeared mildly pleased and seemed almost civil to each other, now that they each had their own wing of the mansion and only were forced to meet at external social occasions or domestic emergencies. My sister made general but benign nuisance out of herself by un-ladylike running around. She went from room to room, claiming each room that she saw as an improvement over the ones that she claimed previously. She finally settled for the nice room with a beautiful view over the city and the river right over the entrance of the house. Hers was by far the friendliest room in the house with beautifully paneled walls, finely carved woodwork, and a more than 8 feet tall mirror that seemed to be part of the paneling. The candelabra that hung from the ceiling, was very simple and elegant in design. The light reflected and refracted from the crystal petals in such a way that everywhere in the room there were spots of light. Tiny little rainbows played across the finely carved woodwork as if it was it were made for her. The room breathed an atmosphere of deliberate yet sweet femininity that somehow suited her very well.It was also next to mine, which definitely had a more utilitarian feeling about it. The paneling was made with clean straight lines, and it lacked the elaborate carvings except for statuettes of stylized animals in the corners of the molding. It had a balcony of sorts and had lots of closet-space, that I needed to store my 'Stuff', of which I had lots. Apparently, the previous owners put much emphasis on appearance since my room also was equipped with the more than life-size built-in mirror. In his absence, poor Jarvis was not able to assert his preferences, and therefore was assigned to what must have been the study 'en suite', which is French for two rooms separated by pocket-doors. One being the study, the other obviously being private quarters. His rooms had a sense of romantic melancholy over them, much like himself and I was sure that he would like it if and when he would return from his European adventures.CHAPTER 3: Above and BeyondFor me life was good. Since I was educated 'at home' I had plenty of time to launch my exploratory expeditions. One of the first things that I undertook, while the hustle and bustle of the move was still going on, was to ascertain my access to the library. A very specific part of the library, that is. In our previous house, my father had established a fairly well stocked library, mostly to impress his friends and cronies with, but as I found out, also for his own entertainment. To this end there was a closed book-cabinet with doors and a lock that contained his private literary collection. With the skillful application of one of my sister's hairpins, I had gained access to this clearly forbidden section and by virtue of the found materials I was well versed in the theories of inter-human relations, sexuality and lust. Chaucer, Dante Allegieri, Homerus, Plinius, Mark Twain, De Sade and Sir Richard Francis Burton to name but a few, clearly had added to my already sound and classical education. Some of the material was rather graphic in nature and the fairly extensive collection of photographs, still a novelty at the time, provided me with a clear topographical grasp of the human, mostly female, anatomy. The contemporary preferences and techniques 'behind closed doors', as well as their pitfalls and potential hazards held no secrets for me and it is safe to assume that I was in this respect several street-lengths ahead of my age group.With mischievous glee, I estimated that I even had quite an edge on my older brother Jarvis who was apparently not quite as inquisitive as yours truly, since I found no evidence of his interest in the matter. Needless to say that the rest of the well intended, moralistic and utterly insipid contents of the open bookshelves were regarded by me as 'filler' and therefore hardly worthy of my attention.The hairpin still worked fine, and with that important issue resolved, and quietly thanking my dear little sister, I felt free to fully dedicate my attention to the attic.I loved being in the attic. It had a romantic and mysterious feeling about it with its vast collection of clothing chests, boxes, crates and stored furniture and things that in places were stashed all the way up to the rafters. It also provided access to the small rooms at the top of the two towers that flanked the house entrance and ran all the way up to rooftop-level. One of the rooms appeared locked, but here the trusty hairpin proved again invaluable. The door apparently had been closed for many years and unlike its counterpart this tower-room was accessed through a short passage of about 10 feet. The room appeared to be empty, but something seemed odd about it and it took me until much later to figure out. Giving it not further immediate thought, I dedicated my attention to the other partitions of the cavernous space that ran all across the square layout of the house. Weaving around piles of boxes and miscellaneous items, occasionally stopping to examine things that caught my attention for one reason or the other, I wandered around until I found myself back to where I started. Repeating the operation, now paying attention as to where I was and where I was going, I noticed that a part of the attic was missing, meaning that a part was shut off and made inaccessible to the average visitor. This peaked my attention and I started pacing out dimensions and estimating positions and bearings. Scribbling on a piece of paper, and applying my math skills, I figured that an area of roughly 1500 square feet, smack in the middle of the attic was unaccounted for. Crisscrossing the attic I ran into wood-paneled walls that ran all the way up to the rafters. At regular intervals there was vertical molding and at one point I found a gaslight fixture sticking out of the wall that did not make any sense to me at all.It was getting dark anyway, and I decided to light it since it looked as if it was still good enough to be used, the glow-wick and glass cover dusty but intact. I struck a match, turned on the valve, and while doing so inadvertently pushed on one the scarcely clad ladies that appeared to be part of the ornamentation. I then was startled nearly to the point of wetting my pants. With a muffled clunk, one of panel sections receded about 4 inches. Softly rumbling as if it rolled on wooden rollers or bearings, it slid sideways, leaving an opening or doorway into a dimly lit room with windows on the far side that were frosted over with dust, grime and cobwebs. Recovering from my scare and softly mumbling some unholy incantations I peeked inside and carefully I entered the room. When I was about two feet into the room the panel rolled shut and receded back into the wall, thus for the second time jolting my nerves. I felt somewhat excited, so as to avoid descriptions like 'being terrified out of my wits', and turned around to find my way out again. Next to, what now appeared as a normal door, was another gaslight fixture, identical to the one outside. Upon manipulation of the equally revealing female figurine, and to my not insignificant relief, the entryway slid open again. I found that tripping the doorstep closed the door. After making sure that all worked smoothly by repeating the operation of opening and closing a couple of times, I first lit the lamp inside the room, extinguished the one outside, and returned into the room while closing the entryway behind me. I was rapidly overcoming my first excitement and gleefully realized that this was a secret room with me, to my knowledge, the only person aware of its existence. This effectively and rightfully made it my territory, and I decided to further investigate my newly found realm. The room was square and covered roughly half the missing attic-space. Directly opposite to the entry there was another door with a window on each side. The floor consisted of bare wooden planks, a well-worn, dusty but by no means tattered rug covered most of it, and in the middle of the rug was a table with several wooden chairs around it. The table was cluttered with dust-covered books, papers, a dried out inkwell, a bottle and a glass and several pens and pencils. Along the left wall were cabinets containing books, instruments and clothing, neatly stacked and ordered as if with military precision. The right wall had a double bed, night-stands with candles upon them and 2 narrow doors, one on each side of the bed, and each with the by now familiar gaslight fixture next to it. I decided to leave those doors for what they were for the time being, and look around further.Next to the entry there was a panel with pipes sticking out of it. Each pipe had a carefully and neatly enameled plate, describing what appeared to be rooms and localities in the house, all pipes were carefully plugged with a each a closely fitting brass cover. On one side of the pipe panel was a map of the house, finely drafted in black ink with the different rooms described in a fine precise handwriting. On the other side of the entryway was a small washbasin with a single brass faucet that upon my trying, first gurgled, then spat out a stream of rusty and blackened muck, which after leaving it running for a while turned to clear normal water. Whoever had occupied and used this room was no slouch and apparently left it the last time expecting to return to it and finish the glass that was sitting next to the bottle on the table. Its contents by now long gone and replaced by a fine layer dust. Despite the dust, cobwebs and general appearance of age and abandonment, the whole room made a meticulous and neat impression on me, and I was going to keep it that way, I told myself. I normally like things tidy and made a mental note to bring a broom and rags the next time I would visit my newly found kingdom. I noticed that was entirely dark outside, and decided to test the tube panel to figure out what was going on in the rest of the house. More specifically, I was interested in what the status of diner was, so I plucked the cover off the tube labeled 'Kitchen'. I was greeted with dim but clear noises normal to the Kitchen operation. Rattling pot and pans, the hearty cursing and swearing of our giant black cook Joseph, and the familiar whining of our equally formidable maidservant Miss Biggle. Then I tried the tube saying; 'Dining Area' and there was the grumbling, growling voice of my father who was, as normal, arguing with my mother who in turn quipped back with her familiar, precise, clipped and razor sharp remarks. The fact that I could hear without being seen or even be present and the opportunities that this presented to me clearly outlined themselves in my mind and highly amused me. The general nature of the conversation changed from the customary skirmishes to more practical matters clearly indicating that diner was imminent and the presence of my sister and me would soon be expected. I reluctantly and wistfully closed the pipes, extinguished the gas-lamp, opened the entryway, and left for my room to clean myself up and prepare for participation in the evening meal.CHAPTER 4: Clear visionJoseph our tremendous cook, stable-hand, and general factotum, was slightly amazed and highly amused when I asked him for cleaning materials, like brushes, a broom, and a bucket with mop. Sheepishly smiling, thanking him and giving some hogwash answers to his inquiries, I made off to the attic. On the way up I picked up a couple of blankets and bed-sheets that I thought to fit the bed in the attic. I carefully kept from being observed or followed to the hidden room, went into it and closed the door before making light.I and started cleaning. Without having to go into details about the cleaning process itself, it suffices to say that I got to know my new hidey-hole very well that first night, but after that it was clean. Not 'Eat-from-the-floor' clean, but good 14/15-year-old-boy clean, which in my case was appropriate and therefore good enough. I decided to keep the cleaning stuff up here because it was handy, nobody would miss them anyway, and if they did; things get lost when you move, so get over it.I put the stuff from the table in a box and shoved it under the bed for the time being and for future reference. I closed the cabinets, although I, kind of, sort of, wanted to go through them, but decided to check out the other doors that I had not tried yet. First I tried the door with flanked by the windows on the south side of the room. It was not locked, and it led to a gravel and moss covered roof-area that was fully enclosed and hidden from sight by the rest of the roof-line so that it would be impossible to be seen from anywhere else but straight up. I thought that this was neat because it allowed me be to be outside practically whenever it took my fancy in whatever I cared to wear, even be stark raving naked. Having cleaned the windows from the inside I also mopped the outside so that I could at least look through them.I then proceeded to study the map on the panel with the pipes and looked up the hidden room to figure out whether the doors were shown. It took me a while, but when I finally realized what I was looking at, it made my mouth go dry and sent shivers up and down my spine. Through an intricate network of hollow walls, passages, with trapdoors, and what I thought to be sliding panels, I could go practically anywhere in the house without being seen. The mirrors, as present in most every room of the house apparently had some function in this whole setup as well and the basement had several entryways. There was also an outside access so as to be able to discreetly leave and enter the house. The outside carriage-house was connected through a tunnel that ended in what I knew to be one of the closets that, as far as I knew, was in use by Joseph to store the gardening tools. Again my admiration went out to the person who must have spent tremendous time and effort to design, work out, and create this infrastructure. The door on the left side of the bed gave access to the network of passages to the rest of the house, while the door on the right was marked on the map as; "WC/GUNS". Relieved to find that there apparently had been thought of the mundane functions of bodily relief, I first went there, because I had an urgent private matter to attend to. Opening the door by means of the by now very familiar female figurines was no problem. Though dark and smelling very musty the small room or closet contained the expected porcelain stool with a rather straightforward looking brass bucket that apparently was to be used after performing 'business'. Having done so I applied it to its intended function. Built into the walls of the closet were shallow cabinets that upon opening showed me a collection of 13 revolvers in the left cabinet and the right cabinet contained 6 rifles, three of which I recognized as Sharp's and the three remaining ones were Winchesters. I noticed on the bottom of the cabinets there were wax-sealed tin boxes that contained cartridges, percussion caps and cleaning tools for the respective weapons. Though the weapons had spots of rust here and there, for the better part they looked as if ready for use. There was enough firepower and ammunition there to start a small civil war. Just to be certain, I checked the individual pieces and took out any ammunition that was in there. There were only one revolver and one Winchester that contained rounds and complying with the apparent neatness and discipline, I stashed the retrieved cartridges in their corresponding boxes. By now it must have been late, very late. Although I wanted to continue my exploration, I thought it better to avoid suspicion and go back downstairs and mingle with the rest of the family, drink the obligatory cup of tea, swallow my daily cod-liver oil, and go to bed. Over the next couple of months, I restlessly attended the normal education sessions together with my sister, after which I invariably and would go off to my room to do my homework. I had found a way to circumvent suspicion while performing my domestic explorations by feigning terrible fatigue and claiming to go to bed early so that I could spend as much time in my hidden realm as I pleased. Nobody checked on me, nobody asked any further questions and I was happy as a clam while charting out and exploring the extensive hidden network. One of the things that I found out was that the mirrors in the rooms performed a double function besides their obvious one. They were both hidden doors and see-through panels so that a person could observe the rooms from within the hidden passage-ways without being seen. Also each mirror had its own listening pipe from which conversations in the rooms could be conveniently monitored. My devious mind came up with many possible uses of these features, although I have to admit that it took me a while to set aside the decency instilled in me by my Victorian upbringing so far. It was not before my confidence and belief in the Victorian ethics and morals was badly bruised, that I felt released from my moral constraints. Something happened that made me abandon these and fell free to apply whatever means, short of immediate physical abuse, to further my causes as they presented themselves. I guess that I reverted to a time-adjusted version of Machiavellism. An attitude that served me well in the decades that were to come. It still does, be it in a milder, kinder and more mature manner than it did then, when raging hormones combined with the brash uncompromising drive of adolescence ruled my life. CHAPTER 5: Revelations and Gathering of SpiritsOur daily lessons were attended under the unwavering attention and unblinking eye of our sour but excellent teacher Mrs. Barnacle who at one time in life must have been almost human, but by now had developed distinctively lizard-like characteristics, though her crustacean name suggested otherwise. She was possibly the least lovable woman that I ever laid eyes upon. This, combined with her apparent dislike of everything male, to which she referred to as base and vile, made me wonder how and, if so, under what circumstances she had reproduced. I knew that she had a son and a daughter who were both older than myself, but I was totally oblivious of the existence of a lawful and reproductively required counterpart of her. The mere thought of her performing reproductive acts, and the resulting imagery that came to mind, made me shudder.The old bat clearly favored my little sister, and where she could do no wrong, I generally found myself at the receiving end of her wrath. She had it in for me. Well you live and learn, as they say, and I had adjusted to an attitude of 'Rolling-with-the-punches'. Her personal likes and dislikes aside, she did a good job of teaching us and I had gained mastery of most subjects that she, be it sometimes hard-handedly, had brought to our attention. Biology was clearly not her forte. This was possibly due to the fact that she could potentially end up having to explain the 'Base and vile' aspects of life in general and those of human life in particular. However, at one point she had to bite the bullet and explain to us the pomps and works of several biological mechanisms, floral reproduction in plants being one of them. It was during this memorable session that our dogs Sargent and Lizzy, who normally would accompany us during the study sessions, saw the 'holy light', both got restless and started sniffing and licking each other in most obvious places. Sargent was clearly agitated and showed off his red and swollen reproductive implement, while Lizzy made whimpering noises of desire and put her behind up in the air with her tail to one side. This all happened behind Mrs. Barnacle's back, and although she must have been fully aware of the situation she chose to ignore this potentially volatile constellation of events. At one point she could no longer feign ignorance and attempted to evict both clearly lusty animals from the study. Alas, it was too late. With a lustful grin on his face Sargent first mounted, then entered and proceeded with pumping motions into Lizzy who in turn loudly exclaimed her approval. My sister and I viewed this revealing and highly educational display. My sister watched it with wide open eyes and seemingly innocent lack of understanding, whereas I did so with mild interest and feigned boredom.For at least 5 full seconds Mrs. Barnacle stood there speechless. Then she exploded. With a voice that I before only had heard at the fish-market she shrieked: "You... You... You FILTHY Satan's breed, you despicable fornicating maniac... Stop that, Stop that Hear you, you abomination..." On and on she went. She clearly only addressed Sargent, who with apparent pleasure and with ultimate abandon, not to mention total disregards for Mrs. Barnacle's protestations, was working on his posterity. Mrs. Barnacle, seeing that her verbal efforts apparently lacked the quality of command then proceeded with sterner measures by applying her much hated rattan cane to Sargent. The fact that Sargent was a big black Labrador whose thick healthy coat of fur probably prevented him from feeling very much from the intended abuse, did not matter very much to me. I just happened to love that dog, and the sight of someone trying to hit him with a stick made me go livid with anger."Mrs. Barnacle please contain yourself!" I shouted. I stood up, gripped Mrs. Barnacle's arm, took the rattan cane out of her shuddering hand, and broke it into pieces over my knee. "You will NOT hit our dogs!" I growled, and proceeded to drive it home to her by continuing with a sneering: "I find your display of total lack of control highly unbecoming, and would suggest that you will abstain from using this objectionable language in front of my dear sister!"Despite the intended abuse and the verbal altercations, Sargent had finished his task and both he and Lizzy were now standing butt to butt, joined by Sargent's organ that was still tightly lodged in Lizzy's tightly cramped gender. They both stood there, panting, and sheepishly blinking at us when my mother burst into the Study. "What in heaven's name is going on here?" she shouted in demand of explanation, and frowned in wrath upon us and Mrs. Barnacle who, completely confused by my unexpected actions, had cowered into a corner of the study. Now, sensing that the relief-column had arrived, Mrs. Barnacle quickly composed herself and after dramatically shuddering while re-arranging her dresses much like a chicken ruffling feathers she complained, pointing at the broken pieces of the rattan pointer on the floor; "Your son assaulted me when I was defending your daughter's chastity!" She then vehemently continued while pointing to Sargent and Lizzy; "These wicked creatures willfully attacked our good virtue by engaging in a filthy display of lustful behavior, undoubtedly instigated by your son's malicious and malevolent influence. Your son, who then proceeded with restraining me in most violent ways from my righteous yet kind efforts to terminate this vile and despicable display". Both my sister and I drew in our breath over such mean spirited and deceitful misrepresentation of what had really happened, but we remained quiet, waiting to be addressed to tell our side of the story.Well, short and good, we did not get to explain our version. "You, Both of you, Off to your room" My mother ordered us. "Your father will get to hear of this" she hissed at me. "He will teach you to become AND STAY obedient. He has regrettably omitted doing so long enough." She added ominously. "And you and I, young lady, will have a talk later on how to eliminate this evil abomination once and for all." She told my sister in order to cut off protestations from my sister's side. To Mrs. Barnacle she mildly stated; "Now Mrs. Barnacle, I would like to have a word with you, so as to avoid these unfortunate inconveniences in the future." Sargent and Lizzy, by now released from their intimate bond, scampered off into the hallway and out of sight, and my sister and I quietly went upstairs. "It's not fair." My sister sobbed. "No Mim, it's not fair, but then on the other hand, what's fair anyway." I muttered rhetorically, and continued. "I want you to promise me that you will tell me what Mother and you will be discussing however. We've got to become comrades, you see. Since no one is going to give us a fair treatment anyway we will have to stick together and help each other. Sharing all information will be a good start for that." We were at my sister's room, I held the door for her, ruffled her long black curls, patted her on her buns, and went of to my own room. Just as I entered my room, Mim poked her head outside hers, looked me straight in the eyes and asked innocently; "By the way Francis, what were Sargent and Lizzy doing anyway?"Carefully weighing my options in what and what not to say, I answered in whispers: "They were making puppies," and, "If you want I will explain that later tonight when we have time to talk in private." On second thought I cautioned her and added: "Please be a good sport, and do not tell mom and papa that we are going to talk about this. They may not approve and get frightfully upset about it."Mim flinched, but acknowledged, and from downstairs our mother called; "Miranda, I want to speak to you now. Come and meet me in the lounge at your earliest convenience." Miranda made off to the stairs and I went into my room, pondering about the events, and feeling strangely odd about the emotions that I felt at this point. CHAPTER 6: Hammer and Iron.Until now my sister had been in my life as a neutral force for whom I felt affection and love but who existed in her own right within our family thus, if and when included in my affairs, representing liabilities to my so treasured independence. As must have transpired by now, I valued my independence highly and at this point I felt that I had already compromised on two points. Number one, being my proposed pact to further our mutual goals by asking her to team up with me on certain issues. Number two, being my offer to explain and subsequently having to divulge my sources on certain sensitive matters and facts of life. I agonized about this for a while, but finally concluded that Mim was a smart girl. At least as smart as I was, and she had always given evidence of her unwavering trust and loyalty to me in things that had come up before. Besides that, I berated myself that her lack of knowledge was not necessarily evidence of lack of intelligence, but more so that of ignorance of those responsible for her education. I had recently turned 15, and Mim was 12 going on 13. As things went, she was presently much more mature and composed than I was at her age, and in some respects I viewed her as equal to me.This is not an easy thing for a 15 year old to admit to himself, and it took me the better part of the afternoon to first grasp and then come to terms with it. Since I had room-arrest anyway it was possibly the best that I did that day, and I felt moderately good about myself again when my father came home and sent for me to see him in his home-office. This was not a good sign.My father sat behind his desk, his coat hanging from the back of his chair, his collar and tie removed and his shirtsleeves rolled up. He was clearly not in a good mood, and certainly not going to extend his normal slightly condescending joviality towards me. His big face was ruddy with anger, and his jowls quivered in pent-up rage. He took his time glaring at me with his eyes boring into me through his 'pince-nez' glasses like an owl surveying a mouse before striking. He looked like a bad imitation of Teddy Roosevelt except that he did have neither the formidable set of teeth, nor powerful build and stature of the earlier mentioned statesman. "Young man, you are to listen and only speak when specifically asked for." he said. "You are a disgrace and blemish on our family. You have brought sinful influences in our virtuous home. You have lowered our standing in the esteem of our peers. You have soiled your little sister's mind by the outrageous act as performed by you during study time. I am at a loss so as to find reasons or omissions in the virtuous upbringing that would warrant such wanton acts by an ingratiate the likes of you." (Here he pointed at me, his finger like a cannon of battle-ship.)I am going to chastise you by means of physical punishment. Subsequently, you will have house-arrest for one full month, during which you are not to leave the premises without explicit permission on behalf of which you are not to apply by yourself. "Pausing for breath, he reached behind him and firmly took hold of the razor- sharpening belt that for one reason or the other (possibly my presence) had found its way into my father's office. I knew what was coming from earlier encounters of this nature, but this time it felt so utterly unfair and demeaning. In the past this treatment generally had followed upon my actions, some of which I acknowledged as being guilty of and mainly concerning myself only. This time, however, I definitely did not feel guilty at all, my sister was involved, and I stood wrongfully accused. You could hardly blame the dogs, though. Yet, I could not do anything. Not even speak up because that would be seen as flippancy which was immediately and violently retaliated upon, and would make matters only worse."Lower your pants and bend over," my father commanded. I obeyed."I will have you know that this hurts me more that it will hurt you," he continued.He then proceeded by dealing me 25 lashes on my bare bottom, each hurting me doubly because they were unjustified. I did not say a word or utter any sound. I would rather have bitten off my tongue than demean myself further by admitting guilt, defeat or even suffering but something snapped inside of me. When he was done, I pulled up my pants, and hoarsely commented; "Father, you are in error, and you have not given me the right of presenting my version of the events." I righted myself, turned on my heels and left. If at that time my father would have dropped dead, I could not have cared less.It was war from now on. I marched off to my room, and only then allowed myself to give vent to my rage and grief. Not that I became violent or started yelling and cursing, but I proceeded with what had worked before by performing strenuous exercise. I performed push-ups and pull-ups with a towel between my jaws so as to avoid gritting and gnashing my teeth too much. The sit-ups and knee-bends I performed despite my intensely burning, and at places, raw to the point of bleeding backside. My thoughts became a whirlpool of independent shards of feelings, chasing each other with a ferocity of wild animals, devouring each other in intense rage until nothing was left but intense grief. After an hour or so I was spent, washed myself and went to bed and only then I allowed myself to cry. CHAPTER 7: Forge and Anvil.I woke up in the middle of the night because something woke me up. I am a light sleeper and if so much as a mouse stirs, it is bound to wake me up. I remained lying down but carefully checked out the room trying not to give away the fact that I was awake. Mim was sitting in a chair at the far end of my bed and was quietly sobbing. "Hi Mim" I quietly said, trying to get her attention." I'm awake now, What's up?" She didn't immediately answer or acknowledge me, but continued sobbing deeper now, her head bowed and her shoulders shaking and heaving at the rhythm of her apparent distraught. "Mom told me that I am dirty and sinful and that something has to be done to make me clean again, or else I would become a harlot or a lustful wench. Francis, what is a harlot or a wench? I don't even know what those words mean. Is it that bad?" I lit the lamp on my night-stand, still lying down and painfully aware of burning sensation there where back is no longer called 'back'. I winced due to the pain in my muscles that had followed upon the uncharacteristically strenuous exercises that I had forced my body to comply with. I got up and out of bed, not caring what would show to anyone since I was no mood to go through the false modesty of getting dressed. I slept naked and I felt that I had nothing to be ashamed off. I was still mad as many hells, I was in my own room, and my sister had seen me naked before, although that had must have been 6 or 7 years ago by now. I trusted her to avert her eyes if and when modesty would compel her to do so. "Don't worry sis." I said and walked across the room to get my housecoat, because it was chilly. I hadn't eaten for while, having missed diner and I also was a little feverish with my body trying to resolve the damage in the affected areas. "I won't let anything happen to you." I continued. "We are comrades now aren't we?" Getting clear view on by battered stern-section in the light of the night-lamp, my sister gasped and softly exclaimed: "My god Francis, you are bleeding! What in heaven's name happened? What a mess! You must be dying with pain!""Father was less than pleased with me, and thought it better to apply some corrective fatherly measures." I remarked dryly and gave my sister a sardonic smile. "It appears that the word of a son is not called for, seen in the light of unfounded accusations." I fastened the housecoat and walked over to my sister who had risen from the chair, and now stood there in her nightgown looking sad, forlorn and clearly appalled by what had passed in daddy's office."Hey Mim, lighten up, it will heal and while doing so it will leave calluses so as to be prepared for the next time. It's all a learning process you know. The mind develops and the body learns the hard way." I put my arm around her and hugged her lightly, trying to reassure her. The fact that I felt chewed up and spit out did not mean that I had to take it out on her."Now what about you? Apparently mommy's corrective measures have been less damaging, because you look fit as a fiddle. Has she spanked you with the feather-duster?" I joked. She started to sob again, and looked up at me. "Mommy says that I am a depraved sinful and lustful person. I don't know what she means with that. Lustful... It just doesn't make sense to me. I haven't known of any kind of 'lust' that I am aware of in my whole life. I take my cold baths when mommy tells me and I do take my spoonfuls of cod-liver oil. What does she mean with that Francis?"I cupped her face in my hands, and looked her straight in the tearful eyes. "Dear, Dear Mim, It's nothing that you did or did not do. It is something between their ears, in their head that makes them act this way. They are scared, scared of sex and everything that has to do with it." There, It was out in the open now. It became clear to me as the words came over my lips. It also dawned on me that having said 'A', I was bound to have to say; "'B','C','D' and the rest of the whole bloody alphabet, in upper and lower case, and preferably with the numerals and interpunction included, if I knew my sister correctly, but I'll be damned if I would do that on contested territory. For that I wanted to be on my own turf. "Mim, put something on your feet." I said. "We are going somewhere where you'll need that, and you might want to wear a housecoat. You can use one of mine and you might as well use my old slippers, they shouldn't be much too big for you." Mim made off to the closet that I pointed to, and seeing her body outlined against her thin nightgown by the light of the lamp on my nightstand, I couldn't help noticing that she really had become a nice looking young lady. I whacked myself mentally, because being angry with my parents is one thing, but taking it out on your sister by lusting after her is quite another. I had put on my slippers and walked off to the mirror. My sister seemed confused, and started towards the normal door of my room. "No, Mim, follow me, but first promise me to NEVER, EVER tell ANYONE what you're about to see. Not mom, not dad, not to Jarvis if and when he returns, absolutely nobody bar none!" Mim looked at me quizzically. "Yes Francis," she said obediently. "I promise you with my hand on my heart that I will keep it entirely to myself, now what are we standing at the mirror for?" While she was asking that, I wiggled the tail of the squirrel-figurine on the paneling next to the mirror, and quietly it slid sideways into its pocket. The entryway to my private domain lay open for me and now also for my sister. Mim let out a gasp of astonishment, looking at the dark opening in the wall, then to me and then back again. "Is it safe to go there Francis?" She asked with a tiny quivering voice. "Sure, as safe and solid as the rest of the house. Now get your butt over here. We are going on a journey, by the way, what time is it?" My alarm-clock showed 12.30 PM. and I dashed out to bring it with me so that I could keep track of the time. When we were both inside, I closed the mirror by wiggling the corresponding squirrel-tail on the inside of the passage and started off, leading the way to my secret Empire. I had my sister in tow, holding her by the hand and coaching her around the obstacles and pitfalls that I by now was fully familiar with. It felt good to feel her small warm hand into mine and to be able to impress her with my adventurous discoveries. After a short walk though the dark corridors and passage-ways, and going up a hidden stairs, we landed in the secret room. I picked up the matches that I had left for situations like this, and lit one of the gaslights. My sister curiously looked around and tried to get her bearings so as to find out where we actually were. "Don't even try, dear sister." I said. "You are up in the attic in a room that I discovered just after we came to live here. Come sit down on the bed here with me. I will explain everything, but it is going to take a while." Despite my sore back I sat down cross-legged on the bed. Mim did likewise, facing me. "We have to talk, and I will have to explain a couple of things that you may or may not like to hear." CHAPTER 8: The Game and the Rules."What do you know about how babies are made?" I started out bluntly. Mim looked strangely at me and answered; "Why, Francis, They grow in a woman when she is married and when her husband loves her.""Yes, but do you know how it all starts?" I asked further. "Um, no, not exactly. Mom said that it would be explained to me later when I am ready for it," Mim said."Let's go back to this morning. Remember when you saw Sargent and Lizzy this morning? They were making babies. You know that Sargent is a male dog, and that Lizzy is a female one?" "Yes Francis, but..." "Very well. You also saw that Sargent put a piece of himself in Lizzy, and Lizzy most obviously liked that. Correct?" I continued."Yes.""Well, in a couple of weeks, you may see Lizzy get bigger and after a while she will have a litter of baby-dogs or puppies." I curtly explained. "The thing that Sargent put into Lizzy is called a 'penis', and the part where Sargent put it into is called a 'vagina'. There are a lot of different other words for either of them, but these will do for now. By putting it into Lizzy and shaking it, Sargent put seeds into Lizzy that may grow into puppies if Lizzy was ready for it. Do you understand?" "Hmm, yes I guess so," Mim answered. "But they really seemed to enjoy themselves.""Sure they liked it. I'll come to that later. Dogs and people are not really that much different. I mean to say that with people it works on the whole exactly the same. A man puts his penis into a woman's vagina, he shakes it and squirts seeds into her and sometimes the woman will get pregnant. It is called; 'Having Sex'. Am I going to fast for you?" I continued my lecture."No, you're not going to fast, but don't they have to get married first?" Mim objected."Good question but no, not necessarily. Marriage is something that people invented to keep couples together, but it is not really necessary to be married to make children and many people do it together, I mean 'having sex', except people call it 'making Love', because they like doing it so much. Sounds a little more romantic that way. Anyway, it is supposed to be very pleasurable with and without being married, and people generally like doing it, much like Sargent and Lizzy do. Except that people don't get physically stuck to each other afterwards like with Sargent and Lizzy." I droned on with my explanation."Making Love..." Mim said as if trying to taste the words. She smiled and said: "I like the way you explain this. 'Making love' makes it easier to understand. It is a friendly way of saying things. But what does it have to do with me?" I knew that she would ask this question in one way or the other, and I gave her the answer that I honestly thought to be the correct one. "Well, I think the reason why mom and dad obviously became so upset is because you are a girl who is rapidly growing into a young and beautiful woman. Possibly they think that seeing these things happen I mean, you seeing Lizzy and Sargent make love, will give you ideas that they think you should not have. They think that making love or 'having sex' as they call it is something that young girls should not know of until right before they get married, and even then they see it as something dirty that should be kept secret."Mim gravely thought about that for a while. Then she looked up at me and said; "They may be right about it where made me think about these matters. I mean, I started feeling very strange. Not unpleasant, mind you, but just like my mind was telling me that it was kind of not right to see this, but with my body telling me that it was good that they did it. Kind of naughty, you see? It felt good to see that Lizzy apparently had such fun with it. Now you tell me is that it is the same for people, but somehow mom and dad think it is also something really bad. Can you explain that to me, or do I just have to accept that?"That had me thinking for a while. My thoughts about sexuality were clearly those of a young male adolescent. That is to say, I yearned to know more about it, not to mention, gain a little firsthand experience with it myself. Preferably in other ways than the by now twice daily masturbation sessions that I normally indulged in. I was feeling a little uncertain about what to answer to the very valid and adult question that Mim presented. I decided to start from the ground up."Let's leave the Sargent and Lizzy thing for what it is," I said. "Let's look at the human side of things, because other rules apply there. As you know our society regulates the way we do things. Some with written laws and some with rules that everyone is supposed to know and live by, but that are not written down anywhere. How we deal with sex is one of those areas where the unwritten ones rule the game. I am not going to mess with the rules, but let's just start from the point that I feel most comfortable with that is in my view the basic differences between a man and a woman, or me and you, okay?" Mim smiled an nodded her approval, upon which I, with a reddening face, started to explain. "You know that between my legs and at the underside of my belly, I have something sticking out. That's my penis, because I am a boy I have one. It sticks out." Mim smiled wider now, and commented; "So I saw earlier this evening. Go on." I continued "You are a girl and you have something different there. Your thing is like a small mound, split in the middle and with little lips that are folded close together. Where the two lips meet at the top, you have a little nub, called a clitoris. Under that there is the place that you pee from and deeper down there is a little hole. That little hole is the opening of your vagina. As long as you have not made love to anyone, people say that you are a virgin. Now, I assume that no-one did ever make love to you, or did anyone?" I asked.Clearly flustered by this direct question Mim answered: "No. Nobody did, or ever tried, and I would not have let them Francis, because it would have been dirty.""Dirty... dirty... Nah, you strike me as a clean little sister, so dirty it will not be, but the important thing is that you are still a virgin. Now for boys the same saying goes as long as they have never made love. That makes me a virgin as well. I never did it with anyone, although to be honest, I would not mind trying it. For one reason or the other people think it is important for girls to remain virgin until they get married, whereas in the case of boys nobody seems to worry or even care too much about that. Now something else; Have you ever touched yourself there, and do you know what things look like there?" "No! Ummm, yes, Of course I have touched myself there when washing myself, but it's a little hard to see and I haven't really tried to look there too much Francis. Mom always says the less I touch it the better it is, and that it is a dirty place anyway, so it is best to stay clear of it, but sometimes it feels nice to rub it when I clean myself with warm water. Why do you ask these things?""I ask you this because it is important for you to know what you have and how your body sticks together. The reason why it feels nice when you rub it, is because that is the way your body tells you when you are doing something good. It is very important for you to remember that. If it feels good it generally is not a bad thing to do. I do it all the time and it hasn't done me any wrong or damage. "Now think back to what you saw Sargent and Lizzy do and what it did to them. They made love, and by Sargent putting his penis into Lizzy's vagina, they rubbed each other and that made them feel very good. They enjoyed that very much. With making love this is normal, and it is the reason why people and animals like doing it. It is the way nature rewards people and animals to try to make more babies, or puppies as the case may be. Do you understand this?""Yes, so if you put your penis into my vagina it is supposed to feel good, but then I am not a virgin anymore. Is that what you are driving at?" Mim asked suspiciously.I clearly had not quite expected this deduction, but the course of the conversation had brought me thoughts about this possibility. However, that's not what I intended at this point, and now it was my turn to grow red in the face and become flustered again. I felt hot, and my penis was swelling and righting itself under my housecoat. "No, my darling little sister, that is not what I am getting at. There are certain things brothers and sisters are not supposed to do and according to the rest of the world that is one of them. It is called incest, and it is supposed to be a terrible sin. I for myself am not too sure about all that though, since even the old Egyptians and the present Dynasty of the Russian Czar, among many other examples in history, share the tradition of sexual relations and even valid marriages between brother and sister. I have read in many books that through time it hasn't been very much of a problem in many cultures and that even now it is a fairly common practice that is mostly kept secret. In some parts of India it is still regarded as being one of the highest forms of unions however."I love you. You are a very beautiful girl and I have to admit that I find you very attractive, but that is not what I plan on doing. I just want to explain a couple of things so that you and I are talking about the same things when discussing these matters." I explained, painfully aware of my male part that by now was growing into the biggest erection that I ever had, thus belying my words. CHAPTER 9: Sweet Discoveries"I see," Mim said with a mysterious and mischievous little smile on her face while she meaningfully glanced at the more than obviously emerging bulge in my housecoat. "I am wondering, however what is going on under your housecoat. You didn't bring any bananas with you did you, or should I check that out for myself?" She asked teasingly while reaching out and rubbing softly over the extended part.That was enough for me. I had had it. I was done with being hypocritical about it and I decided that we had enough formal discussion on the subject. I stiffly said. "Yes, that is what you think it is. It would be handy however if we could see what we are talking about, and I suggest that we both get undressed and investigate the subjects at hand." I stood up and before she could protest, untied the knot of my housecoat and let it drop to the floor. My young manhood had fully erected itself and stood under an elevation like a piece of field artillery. Mim looked at it with wide open eyes. "Now, that looks different than what I saw earlier this evening. I mean, it's huge Francis and it looks kind of funny," Mim observed. "Obviously it is now my turn to reveal myself." She giggled, and without taking her eyes off it, stood up as well, dropped her housecoat and pulled her night-shirt over her head. She stood there in front of me, naked and in the full glory of her young body. She did not yet have the pronounced curves that I remembered from women on the pictures in the library, but her lithe body had already very much developed and had formed her waistline and hips. The place where her breasts were soon to grow showed two small mounds with her nipples showing as small strawberry-like nubbins. Her skin was a flawless creamy white and her shiny black curls framed her beautiful heart shaped face with her large blue-green eyes that now looked me straight into mine. Her arms were relaxed as she held them alongside her body and her legs were perfectly shaped with full thighs, nice knees and firm calves, her feet small and just slightly apart. Her face with her high cheekbones, her small pointed chin and her small generous mouth, now with her lips slightly apart an her perfectly white teeth showing, was now turned up towards mine. I looked down to the place between her legs and could just see where her hairless little mound was split. Aside from having seen my sister naked as a very young child, this was for me the first time to see a budding young woman in real life. Nothing in my father's lurid collections could have prepared me for this, and frankly speaking, all those pictures paled in comparison with the reality of Mim's beautiful slender body. I was breathless and hoarsely whispered; "You are so beautiful. Much more beautiful than I thought Mim." We stepped closer and she put her hands into mine and we remained standing there for quite some time, letting our eyes roam over each other's body. Observing and discovering similarities and differences between us. Without speaking, almost afraid that the magic of the moment would crack and shatter we let our hands wander and stroke our arms, first the hands themselves, then the lower arms and elbows, finally the upper arms and shoulders and neck. Min bowed her head slightly when I touched the side of her beautiful slender neck as if to make my warm hands more welcome to touch her there. She sighed softly and stepped closer resting her head on my upper chest and shoulder and stroked my upper back with her soft and exploring hands barely touching my skin. My blood now gushed and roared through my veins and I felt my heartbeat drum a wild primitive rhythm inside me. We put our arms around each other and hugged tenderly, my erected manhood resting against her belly, its tip reaching up to above her little belly-button. We moved towards the bed and releasing each other we lay down facing each other and letting our eyes again roam an wander over one another's body. "I feel strange and warm Francis, and it feels as if my body wants you to touch me." Mim said."Same here." I breathlessly whispered, and reached out to stroke her hair, letting my hands stroke her neck, arms and torso. Her hand had found its way towards my hard and fully swollen member gripped it and softly stroked it, rolling the foreskin back and revealing my purplish red tip. My hands roamed towards her still unformed breasts, and she drew in her breath when I caressed her little nubbins. "That feels so good," Mim said. "It feels as if I am opening up in my belly, as if my body tells me to press myself against yours and become one with it." I moved my hand on towards her belly button, onward to where her legs started and her pudenda formed a fold with her thighs. I touched the bare curves of her pudenda and cupped my hand over it, feeling it react to my touch and softly press itself into my hand. She opened her legs and guided my hand towards her by now moist and warm gender. I put my index finger between her small labia and moved lightly up towards her clitoris that had erected itself and stuck out from her small lips. I very gently stroked her clitoris and played tenderly with the little fold that was at the base of her swollen pleasure point. Mim moaned and crooned softly, her hips softly pressing more towards my hand, and bringing her face closer to mine so that our lips met. We kissed, and I let my tongue touch her lips. We stopped for a moment and looked at each other. "See? This is what your body tells you when you allow yourself to listen to it." I said. "Yes, I see, and I don't want it to stop. Please Francis go on and show me more." Mim sighed and pressed her body entirely against mine, her soft, warm and moist femininity now touching my longing gender, enveloping its tip with her small lips and her clitoris softly nudging my glans. "Let's take our time and don't do anything that we may regret later." I barely managed to utter, but I couldn't help but push my penis against her tiny moist vulva, and rub it against her clitoris in a continuous rocking motion. I felt my shaft become moist and slippery where it met her warm inside of her little love-temple. Mim reacted by tilting her pelvis and rhythmically ride in counterpoint against my warm lust-club.Wilder and wilder her motions became, and her breath became jagged and deeper. Her eyes still looking in mine with a look of bewildered joy and eagerness. An eagerness to be fulfilled and find the peak of this new to be discovered part of life, an eagerness to fulfill my cravings and share the intense feelings that went through her body. She closed her eyes and "Franc, I feel as if I am all clitoris.... I feel as if I am a huge wave of joy and, and... Oh, ungh, Oahhh, Yes! More! Oohhh, Harderohhhh!"Mim's movement became longer and slower with the fading of her first orgasm ever, and rubbed harder to my member that was by now aching for release. Her moisture now covered the inside of her thighs and the lower part of our bellies, as well as my throbbing joystick and my testicles.The feeling of this and seeing my little sister experience satisfaction of her lust for the first time in her life excited me so much, that I felt my hot sperm racing through my the shaft of my member, gather and build up pressure in the tip of it, and then with intense feelings of delight and release explode against her belly and pudenda. I must have almost passed out, and remember seeing stars and feeling as if my member had grown to be of tremendous proportions, wave after wave of passion and lust coursing though me, radiating from where my sister and me shared our fluids. My still hard penis slipped, and landed in the portal of her vagina and the feeling of her tight, warm and moist femininity against the tip of my penis made me spasm with another release that added more of my young semen to where our young and yearning bodies met. We lay back, breathing deeply, our eyes closed, our hands finding each other, our minds still whirling and slowly spinning down to awareness, alertness. Our eyes opened and we looked at each other, smiling a slow, deep and warm smile and looking into one another's eyes searching and finding recognition and affirmation of feelings even before our recognition as persons set in. Much like a pre-conscious instinct-like remainder of our progenitors' mind-patterns to confirm the deep enjoyment of sharing sexual release. We both sighed, I hugged my little sister and she cuddled up to me as if to find warmth and protection in my arms. "Mmmmmmm, that was goooood," Mim crooned lazily. "If this is sex, I think I want lots of it. I never, ever felt sooo goooood, and now I feel soooo heavy and friendly, and I don't want to get married ever, and I always want to stay with you, and you can take care of me, and we will have sex as often as we can, and we will live in sin and lust and still be good people because nobody will know, and it will be our wicked little secret that we only share each-other in lust.."She almost sang these words, hugging me and rocking herself and me, while teasingly squeezing my half-limp organ. Suddenly as if she just now realized something she held still. She looked me in the eyes, and with her lovely face in mock pouting expression, her moist lower lip sticking out just a tiny little bit, she said: "And I'm still a virgin. You didn't go into me. Quick take my virginity," and she bumped and rubbed her deliciously wet and messy little split over the full length of my already growing and re-erecting penis. She rolled me on my back by tickling me and mounted me by teasingly holding the growing top of my manhood against the entrance of her vagina. Jokingly I thrust upwards driving it in between her little labia, into the mouth of her vagina, and while her labia again enveloped my swollen tip, I started to move inside until I met her maidenhood. Containing my arousal, I pulled back and out of Mim, who played as if she was clearly disappointed by this."I don't think that this is a good idea right now Mim. Much as I would like to take your virginity right now, losing you virginity is not an undivided pleasure and it tends to be a bit messy as well with blood and pain and all that. At least that's what I read about it, and I have no evidence that with you it will be otherwise." In my thoughts I returned to where we left off before our mutually satisfying distraction. Mim also sobered up a bit, and sat on the bed with her legs wide, knees crooked, and the soles of her feet pushed together, her tiny little split gaping wide open. Chapter 10: Intents and Purposes"There is still this matter of what Mom said." I said "Or else I will have to secretly keep you here as my love slave." I continued jokingly. Mim laughed coquettish and mock modestly and said: "Oh yes, and you will have your way with me, you lusty male you.. in exchange for the food that you brought with you, and I will devour the food and we will couple like crazed minks afterwards." Something dawned on me now:" Couple Like Crazed Minks??? Where did you get that from, my innocent and chaste little sister? Did Mrs. Barnacle explain something that I missed by any chance?"With an innocent little smile Mim answered: "Dad's private little corner in the library. To be found in the newly arrived section. You don't think that you are the only one who can wield the hairpin with some proficiency, now do you?" "Well, well, well, So my dear little sister knows more that she cared to admit at first. Naughty, Naughty!However, I gladly welcome thee into the honorable guild of 'the Lurid Lockpickers'. Thy proof of mastery has been appropriately evidenced by such eloquent recital of found materials, to be left there so as not to distress its rightful owner." I bantered, and Mim continued with; "I graciously thank thee, oh Sir Francis, honorable partner in our newly acquired brother-and-sistership. I will reward thee by offering myself to be at your disposal so as to learn and lessen our mutual thirst in incestuous lust and may we in this find never ending climaxes with ever lasting satisfaction until our next union in the flesh." "I wonder if I should write that down." I mused. "Sounds kind of good." More seriously now I continued. "If I'm not mistaken, you mentioned that mother said something had to be done so as to make you clean you again. I wonder what she means with that, and knowing her we'd better find out since she tends to be a tad drastic at times. What would she do, send you off to a boarding-school, or a convent? Not much chance of the latter with our family being vaguely and non-practicing protestants." I remembered the listening pipes on the panel next to the door, and decided to try to apply it in a practical and meaningful manner. "Mim, let's first see how our parents are doing, and what they are discussing. Do you happen to know where they were when you went just before you went to your room?" Mim answered; "They were in the Lounge, but dad was going back to his office to finish doing the books, and would return later because mom said that there were important things to be discussed." I walked over to the pipes and took of the lid from the pipe named 'Lounge'. My father and mother were clearly audible to both of us and were discussing things. Mim, clearly interested, came closer to the pipes and we stood there listening to the conversation that had obviously started a while before we started listening in. Mom: "I gave you three children so what do you have to complain about?"Dad: "Yes, but not after I had to force myself upon you and submit you by sheer force. You were as welcoming as Duluth Harbor in January. I was amazed that I did not encounter ice-floes on the way in..." Mom: "That is of no significance, husband, the results count and I have more than fulfilled my obligations."Dad: "You are such a cold cow of a woman. There was no love or tenderness from your side, only blunt rejection and you intended merely receiving my seed, be a mere receptacle nothing more, after which you wanted nothing to do with me."Mom: "If you were not such a disgustingly lusting specimen of a man, you might appreciate the any union in the flesh other than for creating your offspring amounts to just fornication and is therefore sinful. I do not have to comply with your vulgar and over-extensive yearning for sexual release, or be expected to indulge in it myself for that matter."Dad: "You couldn't even if you wanted to anyway. You don't even have what makes other women be as nature allows them to be. That was taken away from you long before you parents arranged our marriage."Mom: "Yes, I was sanitized before it could overwhelm me and make me become a slave of passion like those loose women that you reverted to and you apparently know so well so as to make that comparison. Is that where you picked up that filthy disease that makes you order and use those vials of mercury and cart-loads of pills?".Dad: "My illnesses and impairments in this regard are clearly not your business anymore. Our doctor says that all is under control, and I should recover... In any case you do not have to worry about that. My desires to consume my marital rights with you have died longer ago than I care to remember. "Mom: "I am glad to hear that because I am not going to comply with your indecent sex-drive ever again. Let's close this vulgar subject and talk about the serious situation that faces us. Miranda is getting into the age where her bodily desires may awaken any day now."Mim an I exchanged mischievous smiles at this assessment and we quickly hugged and kissed each other before returning to listening to mom's conversation."The party we have in mind for her is the good Mr. Arbuckle. He has, as per representation by his parents, clearly stated that a possible matrimonial union of our daughter with him can and will only take place if and when her chastity and virtue are still warranted and in place. She must remain a virgin, my husband, or else the whole deal is off. Today's events may already have put things in her mind that expanded her perspective and perception in ways that we always sought to avoid, do you agree?"Dad: "Yes, might very well be. The Arbuckle deal must go through, or else we are dead meat. We need their cooperation to get the government contracts and they have access to the right people. What do you have in mind?"Mim shuddered and whispered: "Good heavens, Slime-face Arbuckle... They want me to marry Slime-face. That man is forty years old, he limps, he lisps and clearly misses a marble or two. He is horrid and he... No, I will not do that. Please Francis, don't let them do that. I will rather die than be married to that... that... that pig." "Quiet Mim, let see what they are up to." I said whispered back. "I won't let that happen. There are ways around it, you know. Let's continue listening because the more they say on the matter, the more we get to know how to get around it."Mom had resumed the conversation and from the pipe we heard: "Exactly. I am glad that your soggy brain has registered that without them we will not gain the additional profits, and may potentially lose some business to the Jackson's. I suggest that we push the projected date of the marriage to when Miranda turns 14 and in the meantime make sure that she will be sanitized as soon as possible. Actually, the sooner the better and I have already taken steps to let Dr. Hirnzweig prepare the operation to remove her 'lust' as soon as his schedule allows. He is the one of the few physicians in town, or even in this state who is known to be available for female circumcision. Since this state has passed those silly marriage laws to raise the legal age marriage to 14 we don't really have a choice. We can't afford the risk."Now it was my turn to be appalled, because the 'sanitation' or female circumcision that my own parents referred to meant that Mim would be mutilated. They intended to have her clitoris and minor labia surgically removed so that she would never have sensations of stimulation, as the books had taught me. This barbaric custom is quite common in less developed societies like in the Muslim countries, and basically turned a healthy woman into an eunuch while keeping her reproductive capabilities intact. I had not had the vaguest idea that it was commonly practiced in our country. I growled: "Damnation, this is sick! This must not be allowed to happen." Mim looked puzzled and asked: "What are they talking about Francis? What is 'sanitation' and what has it to do with me?"Dad answered mom: "My lord, did you have to enlist the services of that butcher? I would refer that clown only to my worst enemies! He became field promoted to physician during Teddy Roosevelt's Cuban campaign'. Talk about a lunatic... he will actually enjoy doing this. I will not stand for this." "It is too late, husband." Mother purred. "I already sent him our letter of intent with a check in your underwriting which he cashed immediately. The evidence is already in place. As you see, I fully intend for my daughter to inherit my virtues, and it will take place as I planned. I also urge you not to interfere in any way, shape or form because I just might find ground for divorce in your by now fully documented escapades with the wenches of Mrs. Flaherty's sports-club. She was so kind as to disclose all her records to me. It only took her the loss of 2 of her toes to convince her and comply with our demands. She was very cooperative after that."I had heard enough. I plugged the pipe, disgusted about the base, mean and vulgar things that I had heard. I thanked providence that we were in the position to hear all this, and already a simple but effective plan began to form in my mind. "Mim, You will have to trust me completely and I cannot give you any evidence or specific proofs of what I am going to tell you at this point. There simply is not enough time for that. I love you and all that I do, or plan to do is because I do not want horrible things to happen to you." I said gravely.Mim looked frightened by the angry and serious way that I said this, and sat down at the edge of the bed."The situation is really serious, and we still have a lot of things to cover before we are in the clear. What I am going to tell you now is not pleasant, and I want you to be aware of all the consequences because they mostly will be yours. First I have to know, Do you have even the faintest idea what mom and dad mean with 'sanitation or sanitizing'?" Mim shook her head "No, but from the way they mentioned it, and that you are so disgusted by it, it can't mean much good for me. Spell it out for me, and tell me what it is all about." she replied seriously. "Well by now you at least halfway know what you have between you legs, and what it's for. 'Sanitation' as intended by mom and dad means that they let your little clitoris and you little labia be surgically removed so that you will not learn to have lusty feelings. Mom apparently had hers removed when she was about your age, and basically that's why she and dad don't get along.." Mim became ash-grey in the face, and first her mouth opened in disbelief, then tears of anger and fear came into her eyes. "But...But, Francis that is monstrous...barbaric." Mim started to cry: "They won't get mine! Ever! They are so base and mean, and cold, and things!! You won't let them, now will you Frank?" CHAPTER 11: The Plan"Of course not, and I think I have a plan that is feasible. Risky, simple, but feasible. Beauty of it is that none of the risk is yours my dear little sister..." and with one hand I ruffled her beautiful black curls and with the other I tickled her little pink split. "The risk will be all mine and you and I will be safe. If everything goes well, that is. If not, than I will have to go to jail or talk real fast, because I would have had to shoot the doctor." I dryly concluded my outline and expose. "You? Shoot the doctor? With what? You even don't have a gun," Mim commented skeptically. "Oh, No? and what does your excellence think of our arsenal?" I mentioned, opening the toilet closet and flipping open the gun cabinets, showing the revolvers, rifles and the boxes of ammunition. "I could potentially become very dangerous if I put my mind to it. Specifically if and when my sister is involved." I stated grimly, making clear that there was no room for jokes. "Do you know how to use them?" Mim wanted to know. "Sure, Joseph and I have been goose, deer and pheasant hunting a couple of times, and he taught me a thing or two." I bragged, not mentioning that I purposely never hit anything because I don't like hurting animals that haven't done me or mine anything wrong. Doctors were an entirely different matter though. Specifically, if and when seen in relation to potentially carving up my little sisters' gender. Besides that, it will be very close range, and my plans might just work so that I wouldn't have to kill him at all. I thought by myself."Tell me more about this plan. I want to know exactly what's going to happen. I have a lot at stake here. It's going to be my juicy parts that they intend to have sliced off, in a manner of speaking. Now that I know what they are for and how they make me feel, I'm rapidly getting very much attached to them." Mim said testily. "All right then, The main thing is that nobody must know that we know about this. We will have to be sweet as pie, and play stupid for a while and see how this is going to develop. We have to keep close track of each other and share our information so as to figure out the exact Where and When the operation is to take place. "My estimate is that it will happen here on the premises in order to safeguard discretion and avoid the logistics of hauling you to and from the doctor's office. As to the when, I think we will see some action within a month from now, that is to say, right around your 13th birthday, since mom is clearly worried about taking care of this before your first period sets in."Mim grimaced and remarked; "Which I already had a couple of weeks ago. The good Miss Biggle explained a thing or two and taught me how to handle it." "My, you are ahead of your class dear sister." I said, taking mental notes about possible implications in the basic reproductive line of things. "Do you know whether the Miss Biggle reported this to anyone?" I asked."It could be that she mentioned it to Joseph. They seem to be pretty close, and Joseph has been very nice and kind to me when my moods were a little prickly around that time. It is not very pleasant thing, you see." Mim answered. "Well in any case, as soon as the doctor arrives to perform what he is supposed to do, I will go off to this room, get one of the revolvers, and go wait behind the mirror corresponding with the room where the operation is planned to happen. "You will have to trust me completely, and do as the doctor says even if that means that he will put you to sleep. He will most probably use ether or chloroform as anesthetics for that before anything else. As soon as you are asleep, I will get in and convince the good doctor that he should keep his hands to himself, or meet with an acute lead poisoning." I was getting angrier by the minute about the whole sordid affair, and must have sounded as grim and determined as I felt. "I will also make sure that he will have something to show if and when asked, although I doubt it that mom and dad will sink to such depth to ask for that, but then again you never really know for certain," I added. "Then when you wake up, you will have to act normal for the situation. Be timid, sad and sick. You will feel sick anyway but you should walk only when absolutely necessary and then even with intense display of great and painful effort. Remember we do not want to clue them in on what or, better still, what not took place. I give you my word that I will not let anything bad happen to you. Do you believe me Mim?"Mim sat quiet and was clearly not happy with the whole situation. "You are only just 15 Frank, what can you do when he tries to bluff you out of it. Can't we just run away and stay out of sight until he's gone?" She asked with despair in her voice. I thought of that for a while and responded: "That would be a solution for the moment, and might at best delay things a bit. They would simply rearrange and reschedule the operation, possibly under circumstances that we cannot control as easily as we do now. We know their intentions now, but we would have to keep constant vigilance on possible further efforts from their side. At worst this way we give away that we are on to something, in which case we cannot even start to oversee what the consequences for both of us, but mostly for you will be. Besides that, I will be only just 15 with a gun that I know how to use in my hand. That should put some additional weight in the scales. I want you to know that I'd rather lose the light in my eyes than let something happen to you." Mim sighed and nodded in resignation. "I just feel so helpless and I don't like that I cannot do anything because I'll be unconscious. Can't we avoid the putting to sleep part of things?" I pondered this, knowing well that this would complicate matters. A sleeping Mim would be a great diversion and would guarantee the effect of surprise and keep the initiative on our side. I could however fully understand her worries and reluctance to be sedated and be completely powerless. "I see your point and I'll have to work on that. We still have time, but not very much." I said softly. I moved over to her and held her gently, stroking her hair and kissing her on the side of her neck. "You have to trust me Mim. This is not going to be easy, and we will have to watch our every step. I want you to be with me for as long as you wish and I want you to be whole and complete. Not like the sorry excuse of a woman that our mother has grown into. It's going to be us against the world." Looking at the alarm-clock, I saw that it was well past 2 am. "Let's go back to our rooms before Joseph and Miss. Biggle get up. We will have to act as if we slept. I will show you how to use the mirrors so that if anything happens, or when you feel like it, you can either come over to my room unseen or go up to this room where you will be safe, but let's first clean up the mess we've made." I helped Mim get up from the bed, and held her for a moment, pressing her tightly against me. Her warm and smooth skin felt good against mine. It made me start to grow hard again. She shivered a bit, but responded by raising her face up to me and kissing me full on my lips. We kissed and we felt like lovers. "I trust you Frank. It's just that there are so many against us. It all seems so overwhelming and unreal. I feel sad that we can't trust mom and dad anymore and that they seek to damage me for their own causes, yet I feel pity for them as well because of the way that they were made to be." She said softly. "On the other hand I am glad that you are on my side. I would not have known what is coming at me and even less on how to deal with it, but you seem to know what you are doing. In more than one way, that is." On a lighter note she continued, smiling now "I also like your 'Frankie' and what it does to me, and I am looking forward to do more with it." She rubbed herself against me. "I think I'm wet again. How about doing something tomorrow after study? What we did make me feel so good that I still have that tingling warm glow inside of me despite all the nasty things I heard." She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up, lifting her legs up and folding them around my waist, she clung on to me and let her obviously wet and warm parts rest on my erected member. "Take me now, and let me take your virginity as well so that we are one in incest," She hotly whispered in my ear.I lifted her up, and put her back on her feet again. "My, my, we are learning fast, but no my dear and lusty little sister. I really want to make love to you and would like nothing better than pick your delicious little cherry while giving you mine at the same time, but we will have time enough after the thing with the doctor is settled. I think we should wait because losing virginity can be messy and literally bloody business for girls. We don't want to run the risk of alarming anyone by having bloodstains showing up in your underwear, now do we?" An addition to the plan was budding in my mind, but at this point I did not think it the right moment to discuss it with Mim. Mim pouted and acted a bit disappointed. "Promise me that I will be the one to pick your cherry, as you describe it, should I so desire. That way I know for certain that you will do your utmost to keep me from being carved-up." She pleaded."You have my word." I said. "Even without that, I would try my very best to prevent that from happening, though. I hope that you trust me well enough to know that by now Mim." I continued gravely. "Now let's get moving before it gets too late." I kissed her, and helped her into the housecoat that I had retrieved from the floor. I pulled on mine, and we were off to our rooms.CHAPTER 12: From unwitting Evil and Treasures.The next morning we tried to act normal. I myself had no problem with acting normal under the circumstances considering the beating that I received from dad the night before. I paid careful attention as to where I parked my sore posterior, and moved with great deliberation. Mim on the other hand had considerably more problems to stay within her normally so composed behavior. I noticed that she was very cheerful and affectionate to me. When she walked ahead of me into the study it was obvious that she moved her hips so as if to accent her femininity to me. This and the looks she gave me would have caused overcooked noodles to erect themselves, so it is not surprising what it did to me. I suffered through classes that day with a near constant firmness in my pants, and only Mrs. Barnacle's more than usual sourness and abrasiveness mitigated my sexual drive and attraction to my sister into manageability. Fortunately Mrs. Barnacle had prepared several tests for us so that the attention was somewhat deflected. Yesterday's tumultuous events were meticulously avoided and without further incidents we dragged ourselves through the hours filled with math, geography, Latin and Greek. Biology seemed to have vanished from the curriculum, most likely due to my mother's corrections in the composition of our classes. Meekly we took notes for our homework and tried to hide our impatience with the hands of the clock that never seemed to reach the moment of freedom, being 2pm. At the expected time of our 'delivery from studious boredom' Mrs. Barnacle dismissed me, but indicated that Mim was supposed to stay because she had to discuss certain matters with my sister. I complied with this, only to use the first safe mirror to return to the study's observation post behind the mirror.Mrs. Barnacle was sitting next to Mim on the couch and addressed Mim with an attitude of friendly, almost motherly concern as if confiding her into some great mystery." Mim, now that we are amongst ourselves, that is without the intrusion of your insolent brother, I would like to explain a couple of things that are to happen in the week after your birthday. In that week, on the Wednesday if I'm correct, you will undergo a cleansing operation that will strengthen your resolve towards wayward male attention. This is nothing to be afraid of, and consists of the removal of some useless tissue that would otherwise hinder you to maintain physical cleanliness. A doctor will visit you here and will execute the operation, there where you are most at ease with your environment. That is, in the loving companionship of your family." Mim became visibly pale and shifted uneasily. She avoided looking Mrs. Barnacle in the eyes by averting her view and looking intently at the mirror from the corners of her eyes. Mrs. Barnacle droned on "While you will suffer from some temporary, but minor discomfort, afterwards you will feel much relieved knowing that your virtue will be strengthened and you will more clearly be aware of the vile and filthy intents of most men. This way you will be able to preserve your virtue for the only man that can rightfully make claims upon your chastity, this being the good Mr. Arbuckle to whom your parents have betrothed you." Mim was clearly nearing panic now, and I took a risk by showing her that I was fully aware of Mrs. Barnacle's explication by moving the tail of the squirrel figurine that corresponded with the mirror's door-function while carefully avoiding to trigger the opening mechanism. Mim saw that and vaguely smiled as if to acknowledge this and subsequently addressed Mrs. Barnacle. "Dear, dear Mrs. Barnacle, Thank you so much for the kind support and moral strengthening that I so dearly need in these times of great changes in my life, my mind and in my body. By confiding with me in these matters you have shown me the importance of your loyal role to our social circle in general and to me, one of your pupils, in particular. You have served me most splendidly by so thoughtfully preparing me for the things to come and explaining me the perils that lie in the evils ends of most men that aim to bring women down in sinful lust." Mrs. Barnacle was visibly pleased by these stroking remarks, and concluded "You are most kind to me, young lady. It is merely my duty as your tutor and Mentrix to safely steer you past the perils of gullibility and self-indulgence that come with reaching adolescence. I live only to serve." She concluded piously with a expression of intense self satisfaction on her face.Mim now became bold and inquisitive and continued sweetly "This is very clear to me dear Mrs. Barnacle. Now can I ask you in confidence whether you perchance also underwent this cleansing operation?" Mrs. Barnacle clearly had not expected this question. Her face flushed red and she was clearly uneasy with this direct question from her student. "Well, er, No, of course not, that is to say, er, This operation is only set aside for the benefit of the upper circles like the one you so clearly belong to my dear. I am merely a humble teacher, employed and instrumental to prepare you for the glorious roles that you will have to perform in the truly grand designs of your parents. Mine has never been the honor of this so meaningful initiation into adulthood." She was very relieved to have resolved my sister's inquisitiveness with such agility and cunning. Mim decided to drop the matter at that point and performed a tactical retreat by saying "That answers my question sufficiently my dear Mrs. Barnacle. Will you have any further matters to bring to my attention, or can I retreat so as to dedicate my time to my homework and prepare for tomorrow's study?" Mrs. Barnacle gracefully dismissed my sister, and Mim left the study. Upon this I carefully and swiftly made my way to my hidden room where I found a fuming Mim waiting for me. "That slippery old snake. That despicable slimy secretion posing for a human being, That loathsome lizard..." "Yes Mim, I heard it all and thanks for acknowledging my presence. You are a quick learner and very apt in matters of secrecy. For a moment I thought that you had gone too far when you asked the old hag about her preparations against lust and sin. "I thought that I'd pee in my pants when I saw the flabbergasted look on her face. In any case we have a date and a place now, and that's the one saving grace of this exchange. My estimate of one month, and the place of operation was correct and we can continue to prepare for action as planned. I will be the proverbial, if well concealed, fly in their ointment, in a manner of speaking." "Are you still very sure that you can pull it off Frank? I am very worried and the fact that Mrs. Barnacle is apparently also in on this leads me to wonder who else we may have to look out for." Mim asked."It was possibly on that derelict piece of human refuse's instigation, this all started, although I don't put it past dear mom to come up with it herself. I think that Joseph and Miss. Biggle can still be trusted, but I wouldn't hold my hand into the fire for that. In any case the plot thickens and it again makes it overly clear that we have nowhere, and no one to turn to, except each other." I added. "Now, as to your display of female prowess this morning, my dear little sister, please be a little more careful on what to show. You almost made me explode with lust after you by wiggling your beautiful posterior in front of me. I had a literally hard time not to show my 'evil' intents towards you." "But Frank, I was so completely horny. When I woke up this morning I touched myself and tried to fantasize what you would be doing there and how you would make me feel there. I almost took the matter in my own hands and use a candle to manipulate myself so that there would be no reason to wait. I want you. I hunger for you. A month seems so long, and considering what we will still have to go through.... ""I know Mim, but stay clear of the candle for a while, that may not be the best way of doing things." I said and put my arms around her. We kissed and fondled each other through our clothes. This became old very rapidly, though, and within minutes we were naked and on the bed. My element was already brimming with a pearly drop of my semen showing at the swollen top, while Mim was more than moist. Suddenly I noticed Mim's smell. Her fragrance was so sweet and exciting that I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. I brought my head between her legs and studied her soft and beautiful parts from very close by. With my fingers I spread her little lips to the sides and peeked at her deliciously moist inside. Mim shivered with delight when I touched her there and proceeded to investigate my almost painfully swollen and erected member from equally close by. Her precious little corner of delight opened itself due to the erection of her clitoris and the small fold of soft skin that normally envelopes her 'nibble of lust' had receded to the base of it. I could no longer contain myself and I pressed a kiss on it. My lips parting and my tongue touching her clitoris, I tasted her fluids, and I continued to lick her there. Mim had a spasm of unexpected enjoyment and pressed her femininity into my face, her moisture covering my face and her tiny vertical lips kissing mine. Mim also proceeded to pull back my foreskin completely and put her warm moist lips on the swollen top of my manhood. Now it was my turn to cringe and thrust with the intense feelings of arousal, and drive my shaft into her beautiful mouth. We were now both only aware of each other's parts, fragrances, and textures and we immersed ourselves into the intense feelings of loving stroking and the drive towards release. I feverishly licked her labia, her clitoris, inserted my tongue into her until I met her virginity and even then probed for deeper access to her delight.Mim moved my member in and out of her mouth, carefully making sure that the tip did not leave her lips, and let her tongue pry as deep into my tip as was possible. Very soon we were both ultimately stimulated. Groaning I thrust my manhood into her mouth and released my semen there while she convulsed and released a gulp of her fluids into my face and mouth in our shuddering combined orgasm, that left both of us with a sensation of complete and intense satisfaction that it seemed to make us float together in an ocean of pleasure, surrounded by the fragrance and rolling waves of lust.We lay there. It seemed that time and our bodies had turned into one, while the breakers of our orgasms broke and rolled on the beach of desire. Receding and returning in full renewed force. We drank each other's fluids and remained intoxicated with the fullness of the release that it brought us for what seemed ages until we were spent and everything quieted down to a peaceful and warm soothing tranquility that both never had felt before. Words were too much, and we just lay there, bewildered and admiring each other and what we meant to each other. I turned around and facing Mim now, I held her, letting my body feel hers. Her nipples touching mine, her belly against mine, our warmth and moisture mingle and become one. I kissed Mim, now letting my tongue explore her lips, meet her tongue, and roam inside her mouth as if searching for oneness tasting all that was there. We shared our breath and felt our bodies rise in arousal again. My manhood revitalized, rubbing against her soft, swollen lips and clitoris, irritating itself with her moisture, and sending lightning-bolts of pleasure through our bodies. Again the tip of my manhood rubbed through her soft, warm and inviting femininity, pushing into her pulsing and sucking opening until the head was fully buried into her, and again I felt a storm of my semen rush through my shaft and spend itself against her maidenhood. Mim moaned despite our intimate kiss and rocked and bucked as if to impale herself on my organ. Her tight opening kneading me, and clasping me as if to swallow me and never to let me go.We lay quiet again. Looking into each other eyes, exchanging feelings of ultimate love and longing by merely looking at each other. There was no need to talk. We already knew that we were made for each other, notwithstanding the fact that we were brother and sister. We would never leave each other and we were strong. Strong enough to withstand the pressure from the outside world. Stronger than the forces of ignorance that sought to mutilate and force bonds where none should be. Stronger yet than those who sought to separate that what ought to be one through enforcement of ridiculous conventions and useless rules. We could take them all on, and we would do so on our own terms and according to our own rules. After a while we sat up and grinned at each other, knowing that we could do things that none would expect, feeling a sense of lightheadedness coming up we giggled and ended up tickling each other in playful enjoyment of one another. "You know" I said. "I never really went through the cabinets and all the stuff in there. I never even opened the drawers. Mim will you do me the honor of your assistance in investigating these? Equal part of the finding for each of us, no matter who finds it. Okay?" Mim nodded, and eagerly started out to the first cabinet.The cabinet itself contained many of the literary works that my father so diligently had collected, except that these books were without exception leather-bound, gold embossed and gilded. Most were first editions and often had lengthy dedications on the inside of the front cover. "With ultimate respect: The Fortune of the man who sits on his Ass, Sits on its ass as well. Sir Richard Francis Burton. Let despicable Speke rot in Hell!" read one, written in a spidery angular and flamboyant handwriting. "That's my favorite discoverer and writer" I exclaimed "He discovered the true source of the river Nile, and he dressed himself up to get into an Arab brothel, just to see what was going on there. Let's see what this book is called. I paged to the Contents and Introduction page and softy whistled. It read : "The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana.; Cosmopoli, 1883; in assignment of the Kama Sutra Society of London and Benares; Not to be sold." Following was the complete and unabridged version of the "Arabian Nights", Also first edition, also by Burton. And on it went. Some of the titles were unknown to me but leafing through the contents they shared the sexually explicit and exploratory line that had obviously attracted the original owner. "Mim, this makes for good reading and many good ideas to be tested by both of us. This is a true treasure. Highly illegal in publication, and often banished books. They are often the breeding place of true intellect." Since there were so many books and we could not read them all at once anyway, we just kept them in the cabinet for further reference. The drawers were equally interesting in from a different perspective, be it mostly Mim's. In boxes, some small, some larger, were all kinds of jewelry stored. Some of it must have been of oriental origin, while some of it must have been from ancient Greece and the Roman Empire. Some of the boxes had neatly written labels in them: "Pompeii, Bathhouse. 1872. Possibly from Caius Pilatus the elder, Praeses of the forum and possible father of Pontius Pilatus," read one containing a ring with seal. "Phew, the guy who compiled this collection must have traveled quite a bit." I mentioned admiringly. "Yes, and it's all so pretty." Mim remarked."Not to mention extremely valuable and possibly priceless. There must museums and private collectors who would gladly part with an arm or a leg for just a few of those trinkets." I added.Stunned by this unexpected wealth we sat down and just browsed through the contents of the three drawers of the first cabinet. Elaborate sketches of unknown places, with and without secret passages and tunnels. Strange maps made of parchment in unknown languages and indecipherable characters. Reams of identical notebooks containing diary entries that we for now left unread. The bottom drawer was less filled than the others, and contained a case with old-fashioned dueling pistols, the years, places and initials of duelists in the encounters engraved and in filigree on each barrel. The oldest date was 1662 (Breda, JvdE vs. QdlC), and the latest date was 1835 (Antwerpen, JvdE III vs. MdL)."Nice family, Must be European, possibly Dutch or Belgian, or both. To be stored for further reference." I remarked dryly, experiencing slight sensory overload from our newly found treasures. "Let's not get carried away, and leave something to be discovered for later." I told Mim who was evidently overawed with all the strange and exquisite items we discovered this afternoon. "As it stands right now, we could possibly very conveniently retire on what is stored in this cabinet, provided that we could find the proper buyer for it, and the original owner doesn't claim it. As from this moment we are basically independently wealthy. Besides this it is getting quite late by now and we have to avoid raising suspicion at all costs. I love you AND your parts too much, Mim." I concluded "And I do yours, my dear brother in lust. I feel almost guilty rummaging through these things." Mim replied.We hugged and admired each other for a while longer after which we dressed ourselves and left our hidden realm to return to the rest of the house. It felt as if we left a safe place and ventured into hostile territory, but we knew that we had each other in support. With that in mind we could not be conquered.CHAPTER 13: InterludeI the next month we explored each other deeper, both in body and mind and Mim and I became closer and more intimate as we ever held for possible. We shared our deepest feelings and fears with the upcoming and threatening event. I guess it made us stronger and laid the basis for the lifetime bond that we were to share as it turned out to be. Mim had another of her periods, and I became aware of the subtle and not so subtle changes in her moods. Having her periods was clearly a difficult aspect of life for Mim. She was in pain, felt weak and irritable and she was ashamed of the messy nature of the events. Being messy did not bother me very much, although I felt protective and tried to comfort her as much as was within my power and means. For one reason or the other her period lasted almost a full 2 weeks before the discharge finally subsided, and I helped her with cleaning the affected area. It made me worry a bit, because according to what I knew about it, it was normally only to last for a week at most. Since we had no one to turn to or to confide with, we had to make do and improvise. The days went by and we attended our classes, spent much time in our hidden room and took inventory of the remaining two cabinets. The instruments were mostly nautical instruments, surveying tools and optical equipment as well as a complete photographic camera with glass plates. The clothing in the third cabinet was mostly outdoors gear, clean, but old and obviously well used. In the drawers we found additional treasures amongst which a significant amount of gold coins that still was legal tender, several bars of minted gold and silver and leather pouches with cut and uncut diamonds. We were rich by any comparison, and several times we toyed with the idea of simply leaving the house and disappear to live a life of our own. The logistics of this defeated us however, and it is just as well that we did not venture out into the real world of which we had so limited knowledge and the dangers of which we had been so thoroughly shielded of. Mim had her 13th birthday, which we spent in growing despondency and trepidation, not to mention the hideous presence of the Arbuckles who brought their son to share in the festivities. Zebedeus Arbuckle visibly gloated over Mim, being his betrothed party he almost started taking liberties with her, which in turn I sought to prevent by staying conspicuously present and attentive wherever he went. At one point he turned towards me and was obviously going to send me away, but then Joseph, our giant cook and butler ominously positioned himself between Mim and young master Arbuckle upon which Miss. Biggle further cooled him down by 'accidentally' spilling an assortment of beverages over him. Joseph, Mim and I exchanged knowing winks while Miss Biggle proceeded while cheerfully apologizing to complete the ruin of both his mood and his outfit. He gave up at that point and remained the rest of the day sulking at his parents' side. So the fateful day grew nearer, and I spent nearly every free moment in feverish planning, preparation, and practice for the role that I had assigned myself to play in the upcoming event. At the same time I tried to remain confident and comforting to Mim, who by now lived in a near constant state of intense fear. These were definitely not the best days of our life, but looking back now, they brought out the best in us and drove us together with such force that is hardly conceivable to withstand.CHAPTER 14: Deus Ex MachinaDoctor Hirnzweig was a rail thin man, who spoke with a deliberate and clearly German accent. He wore a long shiny black leather coat and his instrument-case matched the coat. His face was gaunt with parchment-like skin that looked as if tightly stretched around his skull and face. This gave him an evil and ominous appearance, which was accented by his steel-rimmed spectacles through which his constantly moving, but hardly ever blinking pale grey eyes disdainfully observed the world. His mouth was a straight horizontal gash in his face that seemed to have no lips. The man clearly dressed for effect and I found him to be distasteful to the point of being abhorrent. Of course I was prejudiced. This doctor was invited to perform a mutilating operation on my dear little sister's genitals. That in itself was enough to make my blood boil, although I carefully avoided to voice or show my animosity, but the doctor had a clear and obvious disdain for anyone who even remotely crossed his path. Today was the Wednesday after my sisters' 13th birthday, and the doctor had punctually shown up at the moment that our study had ended at 2pm. Despite the doctor's repulsive countenance and demeanor Mrs. Barnacle was if not respectful, then at least deeply awed by the man's presence, and bent over backwards so as to please the doctor while he was in the study to summon Mim for the operation.Mim and I had dreaded this day and had prepared in detail how to avoid Mim from being neutered into something less than female eunuch. We looked at each other and exchanged desperate but resolute glances when the doctor led Mim out of the study. Mrs. Barnacle dismissed me from classes almost as an afterthought and with my heart pounding in my chest and throat, I chose the nearest safe entry into the network of tunnels and passages that led to the secret domain, as Mim and I called our hidden room in the attic. I burst into the hidden room and hurried to the WC/GUNS closet. I opened it and hastily opened the cabinet where the revolvers were stored. The revolver that I selected was a small viciously looking piece that accepted 7 instead of 6 cartridges, and I had meticulously prepared it for operation a couple of days before. I had even tested the ammunition and fired some practice-rounds in the woods, not far from where we lived. It worked fine, but I simply do not like guns. They are noisy and generally applied for the wrong purposes. This one however, I hoped to have redeem itself, by serving the good cause of saving my sister. Hopefully without living up to its designed function, I thought, because that would signify that I had failed and would therefore be knee-deep in the proverbial fecal matter, and so would my dear little sister.Another item that was essential for the proper execution of my plans was stored in the brass bucket next to the stool. The bucket contained mostly ice, needed to keep the box with its contents from decomposing. The box contained the labia and what I assumed to be the equivalent of a clitoris of a sheep. An almost full grown lamb, to be precise, that Joseph had purchased on my request and had disassembled and prepared for consumption.The pieces as stored in this box looked almost exactly as their human equivalents and would certainly fool my parents who by any stretch of the imagination were no experts in human anatomy. Whatever was further needed to convince them about the authenticity of these pathetic little fleshy scraps was context. Context was what I was going to provide them with, I thought when hurrying through the maze to Mim's room where the operation was to take place. The box with fake labia I had in my left pocket, and the revolver was heavily bumping on my right thigh where it sat in my right hand pocket. Arriving at Mim's room I saw that all was still in progress to prepare for Mim's circumcision. Mim was sitting in a chair in her nightgown. She shivered and looked pale and frightened. Every once and again she'd peek at the mirror, and I performed our, by now, standard signal; One twitch of the figurine means I'm here and all's fine, whereas 2 twitches means; I'm here, but things suck! Please divert attention so that I can find a different solution. I carefully twitched the figurine once and Mim picked up on it immediately. For a moment she showed a look of relief and defiance on her face. The doctor had laid out his array of knives scissors, clamps and scalpels and was doing something with a bottle and a little cap that I recognized as a chloroform cap. On a chair next to Mim's bed sat my mother. To my horror, she did not show any inclination to leave and viewed the proceedings with intense interest. I broke out in sweat. I hadn't counted on my mother being in the room. This was serious and my mind raced to come up with a suitable plan for diversion. Set the house on fire. Shoot the gun in the hallway. Do something!!! I agonized and in terrified fascination as I watched the doctor walk to the bed with the terrible deliberation of a preying mantis. In his left hand he held up the cap that was drenched in chloroform, and in his right hand he held a scalpel, its cutting edge wickedly gleaming and glittering in the light that streamed through the tall windows. Tears of rage and frustration welled up in my eyes, but I was petrified. I knew I had to tear myself away and do something, but my body would not respond. It was as if I was drugged and paralyzed by this horrible spectacle. Mim was stirring restlessly and now had a look of complete panic and desperation on her face. Her breath was coming in gasps out of her half open mouth. She pleadingly looked at her mother, then to the doctor, and back to my mother again. Both did not show any signs of letting up and my mother had a strange serenely unblinking smile on her face. Her had eyes fixed on my sister's gender. The doctor did not show any emotion at all. He could have been an automaton, a dreadful machine completely dedicated to the task ahead. He turned to my mother. "You vill stay here und assist me, Frau Scariff?" He asked in his terrible falsetto voice. "Zat vill not be required. I am perfectly capable of performing zis minor task by myselff. I vould razzer haf you be outside to keep ozzers from unduly interrupting my vork.""No, no, no, my dear doctor." My mother objected without taking her gaze off Mim. "I will stay here and try to calm my dear young daughter for the things that will come to pass shortly now." "Very vell, but I vill haf to warn you zat zis vill not be a pleasing sight." The doctor said while a mirthless smile swept the corners of his mouth slightly upwards. "It never is." He added with somber satisfaction."It is all right." My mother said. "This will be such a relief to have it behind us, my dear." Now addressing my sister. "You will not believe that you ever had any doubts or fears about this. It will make you strong and virtuous in many ways, like it did with me."Mim's look now turned to terror. She tried to get up from the bed and get away from mom and the doctor. "No!" She screamed. "I don't want this to happen to me! Get away from me! Somebody HELP ME!" She struggled to get loose and flee, but my mother pushed her back into the bed, now holding the squirming Mim down. The doctor now quickly pushed the cap over Mim's nose and mouth and firmly kept it in place, muffling Mim's cries. "Zis is actually much better. Zis vay she cannot hold her breath and she vill be asleep now very soon." The doctor commented dryly. Mim's movements became slower and less coordinated, and finally she became limp and sunk back into the pillows on the bed. This seemed to break the spell that my mother appeared to be under, and she stood up, straightened her hair and her dresses and she said to the doctor; "I am truly sorry about this display that she made out of this doctor. We have done our best to prepare her as good and thoroughly as possible. She has always been a touch wayward. I would even say selfish and ungrateful at times, but that will be over soon. You can proceed now." The Doctor disagreed: "No, I cannot proceed now for about 10 minutes, since your daughter vas so much emoted, I vill haf to vait until her system has relaxed completely, and the blood circulation has fully returned to approximately normal conditions. You vil haf to take some distance for now. I do not care to operate vhen people are vatching on my hands. I haf to able to move free of obstructions. You obstruct my working area. Please receed, and sit yourself down in zat chair." He pointed to a chair near the door. Obediently my mother moved to the chair, and I , knowing that I had some 10 minutes to come up with something, was getting ready to do something drastic so as to prevent the doctor from performing his works. I had almost decided to set fire to part of the house and thus divert attention by urging everyone to evacuate the premises, since that would be the only way I could possibly hope to get my mother to leave. I was just leaving my observation post when Miss. Biggle who was clearly agitated and in distress, burst into Mim's bedroom. "Madam, Please come with me. Young master Jarvis has returned, and he is in terrible shape. He has called for you to meet him. Oh, madam he is so hurt, and he is in so much pain, please quickly come with me. He needs your attention so much!" Miss Biggle was in tears now, and wrung her hands in distress."Well, all right then." Mother answered. Now that Mim was totally unconscious her appetite for attending the operation had dwindled, and vague doubts about it had slowly began to emerge and were rising "I will come with you. Doctor you can proceed at your discretion. I will not be back until later. I would suggest to lock the door so as not be disturbed or distracted again."The doctor nodded in approval. "I can certainly do wizzout ze disruption. You can go now, and I vil lock ze door. I vill open it again if your daughter has fully regained her consciousness, which vill probably take 60 to 90 minutes. Until zen I vill appreciate if no one vill furzer distract me or distress ze patient.". I had stopped dead in my tracks when Miss Biggle made her entry, and was now back at the mirror, my hand at the lever to open it as soon as my mother had made herself scarce. "So this is where Jarvis gets to play his best role in life sofar. At least from our perspective. He may have a different view on this." I mused. Mother left the room and the doctor who had already walked to the door quickly locked it as soon as it closed. "Und jetzt, mein Liebchen, ze matter is now entirely in my hands." Doctor Hirnzweig murmured as he walked back to the bed. "I do not like to do zis to such a beautiful young child like you, but ze money is good, and ze task easy. Zat is too bad for you. You will lose your pleasure...."At this point I opened the mirror and with the revolver pointed straight ahead of me I entered the room and said "Not necessarily doctor. I urge you to lay the scalpel down on that table there" and I pointed to the table near the windows. The doctor grew even paler than his normally already parchment like complexion, then when seeing that it was a mere boy that threatened him, he became red in the face and shouted "Was?, Is zere no end to the lunacy in zis house? How am I to perform my services if each and every inhabitant of zis verfluchtes building comes bursting in on me." The veins on his temples grew and showed themselves as blue cracks in the skin of his head. "Vhat do you want, you little urchin?" He demanded while demonstratively lying down the scalpel and backing away from the muzzle of the revolver that I kept within 3 feet of his face. I was not in the least impressed with his blustery attitude that was clearly intended to bluff me off. I felt strangely calm and in complete control of the situation."It seems to me that there is a difference in interests, doctor. My sister has decided that does not wish to part with that what nature provided her with, whereas my parents are of a different opinion. I myself find the whole procedure barbaric, and therefore seek to keep you from performing it." I carefully and patiently explained."Nature, Nature, vhat does a young whippersnapper like you know about nature? " The doctor demanded to know."Not nearly enough doctor, but I have many years ahead of me to learn about it, whereas you may have preciously little time if you decide that you cannot fall in with my plans. This revolver is of excellent design, in perfect working condition and I am quite proficient in its use." I cocked the hammer and made sure that the doctor had a clear view of the bullets that showed their tips in the cylinder."So, now that the introductory pleasantries have been properly taken care of, I suggest that we get down to business." I grimly remarked and continued with my planned expose to the doctor."As I said before, this operation is not to take place, and in addition to that, I aim to keep my parents from knowing that my sister will still be intact after this, so I made my preparations. From you I need to know now if you are willing to co-operate or if you are willing to risk my willingness to defend my sister. It is up to you. Your answer please." I demanded. "Vhat is your plan, you young fool. Your parents may very vell demand to see proof of ze operation, and it normally is quite bloody and messy you know." The doctor angrily retorted."I have thought of that, doctor." I replied and pulled the box with the sheep's parts out of my pocket. "Here inspect this and present it as the fruit of your intended labor." The doctor opened the small box, and a sly but admiring smile formed itself on his face. "Not bad, you young fool, not bad, except that zere is no blood to account for the cutting." He spat out dismissing my plans. "Of that I have also thought." I said. "This operation is supposed to be of a sanitary nature, Correct?" The doctor nodded. "But it isn't by a far stretch, it is actually quite dangerous due to infections that can occur. Correct?" Again the doctor nodded, be it reluctantly. "So, why don't you perform one that is at least conceivably beneficial from a sanitary point of view. My sister has had her first periods and complained that the discharge was rather prolonged and at times painful. Am I correct to assume that this can be due to a near complete seal by the hymen that normally allows passage of the discharge?" The doctor kept on nodding. And his face lit up in a wicked smile. "You mean zat you vant me to rupture your sister's hymen? Vhat a deliciously vhicked idea. I vill haf to remember zis. Go on you little criminal." And a genuine smile of unholy glee came upon his face. "No vait, I get ze drift, and I vill perform zat vhat you ask of me. Vhat a great vay of getting back to zose conceited and condescending so called Upper Class. Let me get my scalpel you rascal, and stay out of my vay." I felt as if I had lost control of the situation. The doctor's obvious delight with the developments of this affair kind of startled me and threw me off balance. "O.K. doctor, but no games and no sudden moves. I will first get into a position where I can keep a clear view of what you are doing and then I will tell you to proceed. Stay where you are until then." I said nervously.The doctor stayed put, keeping a respectful gaze on the muzzle that still pointed to roughly between his eyes, while I moved into position. When I was satisfied with the view and possibilities to cover the doctor at the same time, I said. "Go ahead, doc, but be careful with my sister, very careful." Now the doctor enthusiastically neared the bed with the scalpel that he had picked up along the way. He put Mim's legs to each side, carefully parted her labia, peeked inside and inspected her femininity. "Exactly as you said, you little vise-ass. Her hymen is very much closed indeed. Much more closed zan normally is ze case. Zere are only two very small natural punctures zat I can see. She could easily contract very severe infections. Besides zis, even ze most violent an insistent man vould haf serious problems negotiating zis barrier. Zis, I vil solve immediately." The doctor quickly moved the scalpel into position and made a quick circular motion. A tiny piece of tissue of what looked like piece of skin with small veins in it came loose and blood welled up from my sister's young womanhood.I became nauseous at the sight of my dear little sister bleeding there and gagged slightly. My hand that held the revolver shook uncontrollably and visibly. The doctor apparently noticed that and said "You can put zat instrument avay now, you indolent little sod. I am committed as it is. If zis becomes known I vill loose my reputation and business and thus ze means to maintain my expensive vices. As for you, I urge you not to mention zis to anyone or else I vill haf to tell your parents, who in turn may invite a different physician under circumstances zat vill undoubtedly be less favorable for your intervention. Do ve understand each other very clearly?" While saying this he put some of my sister's blood in the box containing the sheep's parts, and he carefully soiled the sheets and my sister's night gown. "Zere, zat should fool zem. Donnerwetter, it has been long since I had such fun. I commend you for your perfidious mind, your control, and your loyalty to your sister you little criminal. You vill go far if you keep it up like zis." He commented more cordially now. "I read Machiavelli,." I said shakily, but relieved that all seemed to go as well as it did. "Oh, zat explains part of it, but zere is much more to learn as you stated before. Your sister vill vake up shortly. It is best zat you be ze first one to tell her not to vorry. She may not trust me after vhat happened earlier. Zere is plenty of time. I vill retreat to ze far corner of zis room so as not to disturb her too much." Demonstratively the doctor seated himself with his back to us in a chair facing the windows. CHAPTER 15: No ProblemsMim started to stir, she moaned and mumbled incoherently until she opened her eyes. Her eyes swam in tears, as she tried to focus and comprehend where she was. Suddenly she realized where she was and a look of panic and fear cam on her face. She started to sit up, but was still too weak to do so. I gently pushed her back into the pillows. "It's okay Mim. Nothing serious happened. You're still complete. The doctor has not taken away anything that you wouldn't want to get rid of anyway. I love you and everything will be O.K." I tried to comfort and relax her. "But I was gone. I was put to sleep, and Mom held me down, and you were not there, and the doctor came at me with a knife... It stings a little down there...What happened? Am I still..." Mim anxiously asked while she searched my face for whatever might have shown her bad news. I was happy that she had fully awakened now and I told her in short what had happened. "You are O.K. You still have everything, except your hymen. It was too much closed and would have caused you much discomfort anyway with your periods and all." I cautioned her with a meaningful glance into the doctor's direction who was still sitting with his back towards us. "The doctor decided to share my view on matters, and has resolved this 'sanitary' hazard. It also is a perfect cover-up since it actually looks a tad ghastly down there right now. I will have to go now, because mom can come back any minute now and then it will be up to you to play the hurt little bird. I will be back later." Having her fears and worries put to rest, Mim quickly stole a kiss, and managed a wicked little smile. "I will be such a sweet little hurt bird. You will not believe how hurt I will pretend to be. I will milk this for what it's worth, you can rely on that." I stood up, wondering what to do next, but the doctor had also risen and now came up to the bed. "I vould suggest zat you make yourself scarce now my small desperado, but I vould also suggest that you first release the hammer of your revolver into a more safe position. Nasty things can happen vith zings like zat. Now be off. I vill not look vere you go to, provided zat it vill be within a very short time." The doctor advised."Thanks doc, I will do that. I will keep a close look at what you are doing though." I still did not really like him and had the notion that I could only trust him as far as I could keep track of him. "You vill not haf to vorry. I vill clean up now. You, young lady, vill haf to wear zis diaper-like garment inside your panties for a day or zree. Zere vill be no furzer bleeding, but you may want to leave some blood-stains anyvay, so as to make ze impression zat ze operation has actually taken place. Ask your brozzer to donate some. It may strengthen his ego." The doctor continued sourly. "Are you still here? Be gone, you stupid little boy. Go play ze cowboy, or something similarly stupid. Go away and leaf me in peace wis my patient." He commanded. I made off to the mirror and slipped away into the safety of the maze, where I took up my position as observer again. The doctor and Mim quietly talked for a while, the doctor giving Mim advise on how to properly fool my parents and anyone else for that matter. After an hour, the doctor unlocked the door to Mim's room and waited. Not long after that, both my mother and father entered Mim's room, and talked to the doctor before even looking at Mim. "How did it go?" My dad gruffly demanded to know."No problems at all Mr. Scariff. Vould you vish to be presented viz ze proof of ze operation?" The Doctor replied. My father grew pale and shook his head, but my mother clearly could not contain her morbid fascination and with unbecoming eagerness indicated her interest in the matter.The doctor showed the fake set of pitiful remains, and that caused my father to gagg, turn away and leave the room without a word, whereas my mother looked at it briefly with an almost disappointed look, upon which said coldly to the doctor. "Very well, doctor. You can take that away now, and dispose of it in an appropriate manner. We have no further use for it.""As you vish, madam." The doctor said while packing away the box into his instrument-case. "I vill haf to charge you additionally for disposal of human remains, however. I vill send you ze bill shortly. Good day." The doctor did not wait for replies or protestations and swiftly left the room. In my hiding place I quietly chuckled. I did not begrudge the rascal his additional income at the expense of my parents. He had served our goals perfectly and splendidly. I hoped have seen the last of him, though.My mother went to Mim's bed and sat down on the chair next to it. "My poor little darling." She addressed Mim while stroking Mim's hair. "You will have some pain there, but it was really necessary for you to go through this. Even more so now your poor brother Jarvis has returned from France, being less than half the man than when he went to it. "You are now the hope of our family empire. Your marriage with the good young master Arbuckle will guarantee the position of our family within the trade. Rest now, my dear. I will return later." Not waiting for any possible replies from my sister's side, she stood up and strode out of Mim's bedroom and closed the door behind her. Leaving Mim to her own thoughts and, were it not for the real course of events, her despair and her grief. I felt free to quickly open the mirror, poke my head in and say. "I will be with you as soon as possible Mim. I will come through the normal door though." Mim smiled and nodded acknowledgement, and I went off again, this time to the hidden domain to finally rid myself of the revolver. After that I returned to my own room through which I entered the normal house environment. I left my room into the hallway and noticed that the door to Jarvis's suite was open. CHAPTER 16: How to mend the BrokenCuriously I peeked inside and saw that there were many cases and boxes inside. "Come in, Francis." I heard my older brother's voice from the private quarters in the adjacent room. "It is you Francis, isn't it?" He asked. I walked into the bedroom and looked at Jarvis who was sitting in a wheelchair. Jarvis was a shadow of himself. His left leg was missing and his face looked ashen, severely scarred and four times his real age. His breath came out in short wheezing gasps and he had an unhealthy cough that wracked his posture and contorted his face whenever he had to cough, which was often. I was appalled. "My Lord, Jarvis what has happened to you?" I softly asked as I walked over to him and took his frail and pathetically thin hands in mine. He didn't answer straightaway, but somebody else did in an un-mistakenly British voice. "By courtesy of His Imperial Highness Kaiser Wilhelm poor old Jarvis was honored with ever so much more than a whiff of poison gas, kindly and lovingly delivered by the grenade that equally lovingly relieved your brother from his leg. By the way, I'm Captain Reginald Aldershot of His Royal Majesty the King's Own Ulster Fuseliers. You can call me Reggie for short. "No, you can't give me a hand, because I have none left, but those are the only things I'm missing, whereas your brother has to do with less than his originally issued equipment. I decided to be a good sport and drop him off at home. We have become quite close, you know. Hospitals tend to do that. Well in any case, here we are. Nice to meet you anyway, old chap."Reginald was tall, thin, sandy haired with a short clipped sand-colored moustache. He was dressed in a British officer's uniform with his hands showing as unmoving black gloves. I walked up to him and without offering a hand I said." Nice to meet you Reginald, I am as you know Jarvis's brother Francis, and I am dreadfully sorry to see both of you in the condition that you are. If there's anything that I can do for both of you, please let me know. I will do anything within my means to help. ""Jolly good of you. Old sport." Reginald answered with a stoic smile. "We will talk later, Francis. Please leave us alone for now." Jarvis added quietly."All right, Jarvis. I will leave now, and I'll see both of you later." I replied, simply not knowing what to add further to the conversation, and I left the room and Jarvis's study. I was shocked and sad about what had happened to Jarvis and his friend Reggie. Deep in thoughts I went into Mim's room, and quietly walked over to her. "What took you so long Francis and what is eating you?" Mim asked seriously, seeing the somber look upon my face."I went to see poor old Jarvis. He lost a leg and is in a very bad shape. I feel very sorry for him, but I think that he doesn't want that." I replied. "He brought a friend with him who lost both of his hands. British officer called Reginald. Nice guy, but totally out of his mind I'm afraid." I told Mim."But Francis, that is horrible. Mom came by as well and acted as if Jarvis is nothing more than an inconvenience and a liability by now." Mim said disgustedly. "They now think that I'm the only one to save the family fortune, given the Arbuckle deal. I think they will be in for a surprise." She continued grimly and asked me in a serious way "Is there any way we can possibly get Jarvis involved in our pact so that he will not be so terribly alone? I mean, right now he's not one of us, and apparently mom and dad dropped him like a hot brick. That leaves him with no one to turn to in this house, except maybe that Reginald character that he brought along."I was truly touched by her immediate and unselfish concern for Jarvis and impressed with her practical approach in the matter, because it made a lot of sense. "My lovely Mim, there is a reason why I love you so much, aside from your looks that is. You are so right about that, but I would like to practice a little more caution. I'll try to figure out a little more about Jarvis and Reggie before we make any opening moves allright?" I explained and Mim nodded gravely in agreement and soon her beautiful face took on a look of joyful mischief. "And now something different, my dear brother." She said. "All is found to be in good working order with me. I ran a complete set of tests, and all appears to be in perfect operational status, except that by now I can stick my finger all the way in whereas that was not possible in the past. So when can we do something about that terrible hunger that I feel inside of me? Right now, I am salivating like a maniac from my second little mouth. If my 'bunny' doesn't get its carrot very soon, I don't know what I will do. I am almost desperate with lust." I felt my member jumping and start swelling. "Be careful my little sister." I said, "We are not in the clear yet, although we passed the worst, we are not to raise any suspicion, or we will have an entirely different ballgame on our hands. I lust after you as well, and possibly we can do something about that tonight, if you feel up to it." I kissed her lips and mischievously played with my tongue over her lips and briefly met hers, tasting her sweet mouth.""I could have you here and now. My body is ready for you and my belly is crying out for you." Mim said longingly. "Except that that would be very risky, since I am to get my diner here any moment now." "I'll check later tonight, and if you still feel that way we can go up to the hidden domain." I said, standing up and walking to the door. "Until then play the hurt little bird, sweet sister. Play it to the limit and with conviction. Your parts depend on it." I blew her a kiss and opened the door, only to bump into the massive hulk of Miss Biggle who carried Mim evening meal."Goodness Gracious me, Young master Francis, you gave me quite a scare there. Everyone has been looking for you and diner is served. They are all waiting for you. How is the poor young lady doing by now?" She asked quietly with pity and compassion in her voice. "She's suffering Miss Biggle, she is really hurting presently. Hopefully your kind services, a good meal and a sound night's rest will do her good." I gravely said, straining not to let my real feelings transpire. "Please go ahead and serve her the meal, she is great need of it in order to recover." After this I made off and went to the dining area to take part in the family diner. CHAPTER 16: Safe and DarkDiner was set, and all were waiting for me to join them. Mom and dad sat on the opposite ends of the table, as far away from each other as decency allowed. Jarvis sat slumped in his wheelchair glumly staring at nothing in particular. Reginald, sat stiffly and ramrod straight in his immaculate officers' diner jacket. His back free from the chairs' back and let his gaze wander across all gathered at the table letting it briefly rest on each of us so as to muster the individuals in detail. I attempted to appear as my normal self, and quietly and quickly took my place at the table.Mother eyed me with obvious disapproval and addressed her aggravation regarding my tardiness with sarcasm. "Well, now that young master Francis has found it in the goodness of his heart to join us for the evening meal. Let me welcome our dear son Jarvis back into our family home. He went through great and terrible ordeals and joins us here as a hero and a champion of freedom after having served so bravely on the battlefields of France."Jarvis stirred nervously and let his eyes wander across the table with a haunted look that made me almost feel his pain and suffering. "You can leave it at that Mother, It is of no significance." He wheezed. Mother raised her eyebrows and glared at him, but continued. "Also we would like to welcome the honorable Captain Sir Reginald Aldershot, who likewise served in France and made his sacrifices to freedom in service of His Royal Majesty King George with the Kings Own Ulster Fuseliers. He was so good as to accompany Jarvis on his way home and has our deep respect and affection for the kind care that he extended to our son. Sir Reginald deserves our friendship and support and will be welcome to stay here as long as he desires. For the time being he will share Jarvis's quarters until more fitting arrangements can be made."Sir Reginald showed us a smile that did not reach his eyes, and acknowledged all at the table by politely nodding to each one of us. "Thank you for your kind and welcoming words, my lady, I am deeply indebted by your hospitality and extend to you my services as honor dictates." He said, his voice sounding formally and ultimately correct. He almost let sound like a parade-ground exercise. Mother did not deem it necessary to further acknowledge my presence, or mention anything about Mim for that matter and the meal was served. For a man without hands, Sir Reginald was remarkably agile and proficient in dealing with the meal and to any unaware observer he would show hardly any clue that would betray his handicap. He also was quite sociable and kept up a steady stream in the conversation. As it turned out, he had been educated mostly in boarding schools because his parents lived mainly overseas while being commissioned in the respective colonial administrations. At the age of 14 he had entered Officer's school and had capped off his education with the Sandhurst Academy, where he received officers' commission at the top of his class. Jarvis remained quiet and ate his meal in silence, his attention directed to his plate and would only respond when directly addressed to. He made the impression of being burdened under intense guilt and something else that I could not quite put my finger on, but I thought that that would come later. For now, I felt very sorry for him and tried to cheer him up a bit by chit-chatting away about the few things worth mentioning that took place during his absence. He clearly feigned his interest in the matters that I brought up, and at one point indicated that he was tired and wanted to left alone.Father had struck up a conversation with Sir Reginald, and clearly had problems keeping up his end of it under the mercurial storming pace that Sir Reginald set. Father looked worried, pale and I suddenly noticed that he had lost quite a bit of hair as of lately. At some places it looked as if whole chunks of his hair had simply vanished, and his look had a strange haunted quality over it. It was as if he was not quite there. It dawned on me that he must be sick and remembering the conversation between him and mother, a month ago I suspected that it could very well have to do with his frequent visits to Ms. Flaherty's 'Sports-club'. Father had syphilis, I concluded and I strained to remember what I had read about it in the library and in the collection in the attic. What immediately came to mind was not very reassuring, but I decided to look it up and get more detailed information. The meal was winding down to its end, with Father, Sir Reginald and Jarvis retreating to the smoking room to indulge in cigars and brandy, and mother enjoying her customary glass or port in solitude. I myself was, as normal, subjected to the much dreaded and disgusted indignity of the cod-liver oil treatment before I was allowed to excuse myself and make myself scarce.Sucking on the customary peppermints that, as far as I could remember, followed on the spoonful of cod-liver oil I left the dining area, and went to my own room. I had found that to be the safest route to wherever I wanted to go afterward, because I could lock my own door, and then choose the mirror to gain access to the network. My thoughts of dinner were still swirling around in my mind and I needed some time to sort them out and let them settle where I thought them to appropriate. Of course Mim was never far away from my thoughts, and I felt very warm towards her. This day had been something that we had dreaded so much, and the feeling, that it was over and done with in the way that we wanted it to, made me feel very powerful and confident. Even the disturbing reappearance of Jarvis and the introduction of Reggie did not seem to take away much of the glow that I felt. After locking my door, I went to the mirror and disappeared into the safe darkness of the network to make my shortest route to Mim's room. As by now customary, I first checked whether the coast was clear and since all looked peaceful and quiet in Mim's room, I entered it through her mirror. Mim was delighted to see me and we kissed and hugged each other for a while. It was still too early for the rest of the house to settle down for the night and it was theoretically possible that visitors would come and see Mim in her room. We decided to be cautious and at least keep up an appearance of correctness and modesty. It was no secret, by now, that Mim and I were close as brother and sister, and the fact that I would spend time with her after the presumed operation would be seen as very normal and even laudable. Except by my mother of course. She came in after about an hour, evidently after having enjoyed more than her normal single glass of port. Her gait was slightly unstable, her hair was in disarray and She was utterly dismayed to find me in Mim's bedroom. She did not hesitate a second to give vent to this in a slurred avalanche of venom, which for the sake of good order and decency, I will not, even now after so many years, repeat. Mainly she vented her wrath in accusations and innuendo to my address that, frankly speaking, were not too far of the mark, combined with generalizations about the male variety in general, and my father's offspring in particular. She then proceeded with unholy glee to list and explain the extent of the operation that she perceived as having taken place and it portent on the rest of Mim's life in most vulgar details. Mim and I exchanged glances and we decided to play it along for the sake of safety. Although the last month had taught us a lot about my mothers prevailing attitudes and preferences and to keep our cards close to our chests, this was not an easy thing to do. Both of us had limited knowledge of the effects of alcohol, let alone ways of dealing with clearly intoxicated and belligerent individuals. So we complied and resorted to expected behavior by me throwing a tantrum and Mim starting to cry and sob. This apparently only seemed to aggravate the situation because Mom intensified her diatribe, and soon the altercation started to attract a more general attention. First the kind Miss Biggle appeared and while wringing her hands in despair she tried to calm mother with soothing remarks with the effect of only aggravating things further and by inviting herself to be included in mom's vituperations. Next in line was poor Joseph, who by simply appearing was added to the roll-call of vices and insults, although here several racial epitaphs were added to the already very colorful and descriptive tirade. Finally father, Jarvis and Sir Reginald joined the fray, and the pandemonium was complete. Suddenly it seemed as if mother had run into a brick wall. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked around at the congregated inhabitants of our house. Without a further word she marched out of Mim's room and slamming doors behind her, she went off to her own wing of the house. If nothing else, mom had, by now managed to antagonize everyone on the premises. The dogs and our carriage horses were already unpleasantly disposed to her anyway.Father and Jarvis seemed only marginally shocked by all the things that had passed review in mother's eloquent descriptions. Sir Reginald now, for the first time showed some kind of emotion by being completely flabbergasted after which he asked while showing a toothy grin. "Good Lord, Jarvis, have you spilled the beans on me already, or were these the general assumptions? She would do well in the house of commons, or with the trade-unions for that matter."We left it at that and all except me left Mim's room. I sat down again beside Mim's bed. We were both quiet and did not really know what to think of this whole undignified affair. Mim was still sniffing a bit and was slowly regaining her emotional balance. "What a horrid experience!" She said. "What filthy, degrading and uncompromisingly hateful thoughts does she have. Francis, is that what 'it' has done to her?"."No, Mim it can't be only that. There must have been a world full of frustration within her that made her say these things. She probably never had any other way of expressing them and now, being intoxicated, she lost her inhibitions to keep them inside. She'll be sorry if and when she realizes what she said, but I doubt it whether she's ever going to admit that. It is best not to think too much of it and remain within our normal patterns of behavior. Speaking of which; How do you feel by now?" "I feel O.K. Francis, but please don't go away now. I need to have you with me after this disgusting event. Just to get it out of my thoughts." Mim answered quietly and continued "She really wants me to go through what she underwent in all those years. It is so sad, so intensely sad." I remained quiet and simply held and stroked her hands. We sat there for I don't know how long. Finally we heard Jarvis and Reginald go to their quarters, about half an hour later followed by dad's heavy footsteps indicating that he too was retiring for the night. I turned down the lights and lit the candle on Mim's nightstand. "It looks like things are settling down a bit." I said and kissed Mim softly on the side of her neck. "Mmmmm, I thought you'd never get around doing that. It makes never fails to make me want you." Mim replied, clearly having dealt with what previously happened. "Let's go up and play a little." She added lightheartedly in whispers, and got out of the bed. "I don't need that for tonight, I think." She said, and pulled down her underpants with the bloody diaper in it, after which she put on her housecoat and her slippers. Looking intently at me she whispered in a seductive voice "Are you coming with me, dear brother of mine? We have some cherries to pick. I think it is harvesting season." If I wasn't sure whether this night was to be the right one, I was now and I was glad that I let her set the pace. I could have waited a lot longer, but now that she made it clear that she was up for it, I was not going to back out of it. "Coming, Dear!" I whispered back, while my member was quickly erecting itself. I got up, took her hand and together we walked to the mirror. CHAPTER 17: Sweetness of forbidden fruitOnce we were in our secret room, I led Mim to the table where I had placed a little box. I the box were 2 rings that I bought earlier that week. I had left the house and had Joseph take me to one of the jewelers in town. Joseph did not ask questions, but was truly surprised that I wanted to go there. I had asked him to wait with the carriage while I was selecting the rings. The jeweler had been a short, bald friendly man with a pleasant accent. He had shown me several examples of his selection. I finally settled for a pair of exquisitely crafted rings that consisted of two identical golden bands intertwined in each other. The jeweler was shocked that I chose those since they were by far the most expensive pair in their weight category.He was even more shocked that I paid him in cash with four of the gold pieces that I had taken from the hoard in the attic. "Young man, this is most unusual. You embarrass me greatly, because I cannot accept these pieces. You are overpaying me in such magnitude that I cannot hope to have change for it." I was in no mood for complications, so I said. "Keep them and do something nice with them. The rings that I bought are expected to represent and last a lifetime. The four pieces are a pittance compared to that. Good day to you and yours."Mim's eyes went wide when she saw the rings, and she brought her hands to her mouth as she gasped. "Oh, Francis, those are the most beautiful rings I have ever seen! They are so fine and .... They are perfect!" "I thought so as well. I only had to think of you, divide your loveliness by a million-gazillion and match the result. These barely made it." I whispered in her ear, while nibbling her earlobe. "I love you, I want you and I want you to be mine forever, my dear little sister." Mim said nothing. She just stood there, and watched the rings. Then she turned to me, with tears in her eyes, and her lower lip trembling. "And I want you Frank. No 'buts and ifs'. I will be yours." We embraced and kissed, our hands holding, then stroking, searching, holding again. Reluctantly we let go of each other, and started to undress. Mim being dressed only in her housecoat and nightgown helped me and slowed me down just enough to make me want her even more. Her small soft hands caressing me wherever she got hold of me. My blood sang in my ears, and to me it felt as if she was magical, radiating warmth and love to me. We did not say anything, since there was nothing to be said. She led me to the bed and embraced me as we stood there. I let my hands play through her hair and I smelled the fine sweet fragrance of her hair and her body, feeling her skin touch mine very lightly. Her small nipples and the firm softness of her developing breasts pressing against my chest made me ache for her and I kissed her shoulders and her neck. She raised her head and her eyes met mine in an infinitely loving gaze. I did not want this ever to end and I felt so full of love towards her. I felt it fill me and build up like a giant wave, except that it never seemed to crest it just kept on growing. My manhood, already fully erected for I don't know how long, made wet spots on her belly where it touched her, and I felt her warm wetness where she pressed her hairless gender against my thigh. I covered her face with kisses, and let our mouths meet, part, then meet again, our lips parting and our tongues meeting joyfully, touching, tasting, exploring. We were in no hurry, but we were hungry for each other. We wanted to make this last a lifetime, but we wanted to be one. We knew that we would not be understood by others, that we would be outcasts, freaks, despised by our society. We could never hope to gain recognition for our feelings and our bond, but we felt strong and we knew our feelings to be true. I held her face and drank in her loveliness through my eyes, see the fine tiny droplets of sweat on her forehead, the perfect lines of her eyebrows and her deep blue-green eyes that could gladly lose myself in. We let our lust for each other ebb a little and provide us with some room for seriousness."You realize that we are going to do something that others will not fully understand and if they do, reject as being abnormal, don't you?" I quietly asked. "Yes Frank, I know, but I am decided, and I want this to happen. It feels so right now that it seems inconceivable that it will ever feel wrong to me. We are so close, have so much trust, and are so convinced that this is good for us. I want this to happen, no matter what happens afterwards. Even now there is no road back. " Mim answered, and stated as a matter of fact. "By the way, it is safe to do it now, since I will not be fertile in the coming week. I did some reading up on that, and if I understand correctly, I am not supposed to be fertile anyway, but theoretically the fertile part of my cycle will be about ten days from now. Let's keep that in mind for the future." I was startled and felt stupid and guilty at first. Mostly because this aspect had actually escaped my attention, and I admired Mim for having done her homework. "Good thinking sweet sister of mine, you were way ahead of me in this respect. I had not even thought of that. Now let's be lovers and pledge ourselves to each other. I have prepared something to that effect." I solemnly stated, and I pulled two sheets of parchment from under a pillow on which I had written our vows. I handed one over to Mim who quickly read it and nodded with a smile. "You are so romantic and thoughtful. I consider myself lucky to be with you." She said with tears in her eyes. "It touches me very deeply. So deeply that it almost hurts." I did not quite know where to start at this moment, so I just started to read out the vows from the parchment. "Do you, Miranda Melinda accept from your brother Francis Theodore, his virginity in proof of the love, trust and comfort that you find in the bond of brother and sister, in spirit, mind, soul and body.To love and relish him, in health as well as in sickness, in prosperity as well as in need, in acceptance as well as under adversity until providence, fate or death do us part." I read with a shaking voice. Mim raised her head and looked me straight in my eyes "I do." she replied barely audible and started to read out her part."Do you, Francis Theodore accept from you sister Miranda Melinda, her virginity in proof of the love, trust and comfort that you find in the bond of brother and sister, in spirit, mind, soul and body. To love and relish her, in health as well as in sickness, in prosperity as well as in need, in acceptance as well as under adversity until providence, fate or death do us part." She finished radiantly looking up at me."I do" I said hoarsely, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I got up, walked to the table and picked up the box with the rings. Back on the bed I took out the smallest one and put it on Mim's hand. Mim took out the other ring and put it on mine. "For all intents and purposes, I consider myself as being married to you my, dear little sister. " I told Mim happily."As I to you, my dear little brother. Forever" She replied softly.We kissed, and let the fire of our lust rekindle and flame up. We lay down on the bed again and looked at each other, admiring and wanting. Seemingly letting our hands live a life of their own, stroking, exploring, wandering off and returning, their sole purpose to give warmth and comfort and receive it at the same time. We kissed and let our mouths explore where our hands could not be. It felt as if we flowed together, our joy and ecstasy intertwining, our sweat and other fluids mingling, our drive becoming one all consuming urge to become physically one and perform the ultimate act of sexual unity. My manhood was a big as it would ever get, and Mim's femininity was brimming over with her welcoming lubricating juices. Even without direct stimulation we were both on the verge of an orgasm, and I felt my testicles tightening, preparing for the rush the release that I sought to withhold for as long as possible."Now, Francis, let me have you now. I have waited for so long, I want you! Please, get into me now!" Mim pleaded. She rolled on her back, spread her legs a wide as she could and tilted her pelvis so as to give me as easy access to her vagina as possible. "Yes, I want you too my dear! I will go deep into you, and we will be one!" I sighed, while getting between her beautiful legs. Seeing her small, delicate and moist love-temple open to me with her small lips swollen and her clitoris fully erected in expectation of me, almost made me orgasm. I leaned over her and rubbed the top of my shaft through her delicious juices. I rolled my foreskin fully over the top, while putting it at the entrance of her vagina. Then I gently pushed forward and went into her a little bit almost as if afraid to hurt my sister, who soon would be my woman. Her labia parted further and let me into her. I lifted my head and looked Min in her eyes while I hung over her lithe young body, resting on my arms, slowly lowering myself on top of her longing and squirming belly and chest. The entrance of her vagina made a tight little circle at the top of my thrusting member and I felt it growing wider. Wider and wider still, until it snapped tight around the head of my shaft and I slowly started pushing into my sister-wife-woman. I was past where her virginity used to be and felt her warmth and moistness envelop me, churning, sucking me into her, urging to fill and fulfill her completely. I pulled back slightly, and went forward again. This time a little further, deeper, warmer.CHAPTER 18: QuickeningI looked at Mim's face. Her eyes were closed now and she crooned in ecstasy, her lips slightly apart. Her were hips moving now, thrusting upwards to meet me, her pelvis tilting to work me deeper into her. I kissed her full on the mouth now, our mouths opening and hungrily letting our tongues meet and dance a wild dance of passion and delight. I pulled back again, and felt her tight femininity hold me and only reluctantly letting me go, her lubricating moisture coating my shaft, making it feel cooler when moving out, inviting me to return to the warmth within her. Groaning, I pushed in again, deeper and deeper. Her warm vagina kneading my member, her tightly contracted muscle pulsing and rippling, causing waves of pleasure to course through my body. With sudden clarity it struck me that I was really making love to my thirteen-year-old sister. The reality of that combined with the love that I felt for Mim and the primitive ecstasy brought me to a higher level of consciousness. One where mind, spirit and body become truly one, one with Mim's as well. This time I did not pull back and just kept going deeper and deeper until I could go no further. Mim's wide open gender and labia kissed and fully enveloped my surging manhood, her clitoris grinding against the base of the shaft and the top of my penis rubbing her cervix. We started moving, rotating and grinding. We were stimulating each other in ways that our fingers and mouths were never able to and will never be. One in rhythm, one in love, one with each other, completely fulfilled and fulfilling.Our mouths parted and we kissed shoulders, neck and chest of one another. Mim pulled up her legs and folded them behind my back while her hands grasped me on my back. Our union became a blurring feast of feeling, smelling, tasting, its rhythm increasing with our ecstasy. Our breathing became deeper and our moans less controllable. Faster and deeper, more intense until I felt Mim buck under me and she bit me in my shoulder until it bled. The nails of her fingers dug into the muscles along my spine. A primitive cry of lust welled up from her after which she found my mouth and wildly kissed me. Her vagina contracted in a series of the tightest spasm so far and, in turn, I felt my semen course through my shaft, building up pressure and with tender violence, stroke after stroke, I pumped my seed into my ecstatically receiving sister. "Ooohhh, AAAHHHH, Mim, you are finally mine. HHHAaaahhh, We are one in blood and one in incest. OOOHHhhh I will love you the end of time." Panting and sighing Mim answered, "And if you think.... that can get away with less,.... you are dead wrong. HooOOooohhhh, I will have you every night. Don't stop now, I want you to continue I feel another.... AAAHHH, Yes,.. Yes,.... Yes ...Ooohh This is the best thing I ever did!!! Deeper, Yes, Fill me, IIIEEEEAAAaaahhh! Ohhhhhhhh," And again her deliciously tight vagina milked my throbbing organ so that my lust exploded again within her with waves of my young semen coursing from me into her hungry body. We rested a while with me inside her and we tenderly caressed each other. Wordless songs of love, leaving no place for other thoughts, went through our mind in celebration of our deepest feelings for one another. The flames of our incestuous lust flared up and raged high again when we both had our third orgasm in our first carnal union, before we were spent. I stayed in her as long as my softening and shrinking organ allowed me to. Even when I finally slipped out of her, I remained on top of her, hearing her breath and heartbeat slowing down and return to normal. I felt dizzy and at the same time so peaceful, so much filled with love for my sister that it brought tears of joy to my eyes. Mim lay quiet after the waves of her orgasms had settled down to a peaceful and satisfied glow. Her eyes were closed and she had a broad lazy smile on her face. "Don't move darling." She murmured "Just don't move. I feel sooo gooood. I want this to last as long as possible. This was the most powerful feeling that I ever had and I want more of it pretty soon."So I remained where I was for I don't know how long, and very tenderly kissed her face, noticing the single teardrop that ran from her eyes. I kissed away the teardrop that I knew to be of joy and not of hurt, and she opened her beautiful eyes to look at me. "It was good for me too." I said softly, my voice cracking and showing the first signs of dropping my voice from a young adolescent to that of a young man. "We are man and woman now, and you have part of me still in you where it will become part of you. I feel so completely one with you...." Mim put a finger on my lips. "Hush now, I want to hear and feel your heartbeat, and just lie here with you while we rest until we are ready again. This is going to be a night for us to remember and relish, and I want it be memorable to the limit. So get your rest while you can, my sweetheart and my savior, because I intend to have all of you tonight." She sounded so much older and mature, now that I allowed myself to see her in her own strength and with her own desires, which soon were to be mine as well. My member thought so anyway and started growing again. I pressed it against Mim's open vagina and, even while it had not even half erected itself, it effortless found its way into her, firming up as it went. "Hmmmmm, that feels heavenly. Keep up the good work, my love." Mim crooned, playfully working her love-muscle. "Just keep it there. Ready for me to enjoy it. I will make it worth your while." I continued to let my penis grow into her, feeling everything get into place, remembering and recognizing. I felt her stretch around me, her clitoris pressing to the front at the base of my shaft. The depth of her vagina fitting perfectly around the tip of my penis, and kneading it with every tiny move that we made. Her cervix resting as a soft and firm knot on top of my penis's tip. Rubbing it and send early streaks of pleasure through me like the first light stirring in the air before a nearing hot summer's thunderstorm, promising of the things to come. I lifted myself a bit and let my mouth find her hard little nipples, sucking them in, and playfully nibbling them. Mim kissed my arms, and let her hands roam over them, feeling them and here and there playfully pinching them as if to sample the strength. "You've got nice arms." Mim remarked, smiling affectionately. "I noticed that they are very strong when you held me. It feels good when you hold me that tightly. It makes me feel safe, secure, as if you can defend me and protect me, like I know you would." She started moving her hips and worked her exquisite little love muscle as if to make it feel the best for both of us, and I answered her movements while continuing to caress her wherever I could touch her. Mim continued on a happily pensive tone "Funny, that just over a month ago, we barely knew each other, although we have lived together for as long as I know." I answered her "Well, I guess maybe that's why we are now like we are. I mean, something drove us together and kept us there until we finally got to know each other. It kind of forced us to open up and when that happened we fell in love and also in lust for that matter." I lowered my face to hers and gently kissed her again and Mim answered the kiss enthusiastically, after which she went on with "You know, I think I always liked you and was attracted to you. You always seemed to have a purpose, drive, something to do. I wanted to be with you, just to share in that." We continued to move in unison, letting our bodies enjoy in a relaxed, lazy, yet very intimate fashion. The pleasure was not less, though and very soon our conversation made place for our lustful moans and sighs of enjoyment. Still we kept the same leisurely pace, my manhood hardly moving in or out of Mim's femininity, but our most sensitive parts almost constantly stimulated by our slow and easy movements. It took immense efforts from both of us, to keep control and not take off on the mad dash towards release, and we paced each other with caresses, kisses, touching and holding. Mim and I continued to look each other in the eyes, in wonder and deep enjoyment of one another. Our orgasms, when we finally reached them, were devastating, like tornadoes. Suddenly striking, with dizzying, devastating, primitive power. Overwhelming us and sweeping us up and away from our consciousness and into a maelstrom of loving, lusting, and intense pleasure. When we finally came to, it felt like an awakening, a quickening, a barrier had broken and we felt free. Our bodies felt as if aglow from our intimate embrace. Our minds were clear, clean and bright with purpose and dedication to each other. It felt like the opposite of being spent. Mim giggled "That was fun, and highly rewarding my lover. We have to do this again some time." And she tickled me, until I was squirming and giggling myself. My member slipped out of her and a huge gulp of my semen mixed with Mim's juices flowed out of her vagina, spreading over us and over the bed. The sweet and exiting smell of our lovemaking became almost tangible and when it reached us, it intoxicated us, revitalized us. We smeared it all over us and started kissing each other where we could, feeling and tasting each other and our love juices.At one point I lay on my back with Mim lying halfway over me. My erection was pointing up into the air at an angle when Mim caught sight of it, se looked back at me and smiled mischievously. "What? Not done yet? Well my dear little brother, neither am I. I think I'm going to take you for a ride, my stud." She stood up on the bed, firmly planted her feet on either side of me, and lowered herself upon me, straddling me and leading my manhood between her reddened and swollen labia, into her warm and dripping little hole. "Li'l bunny is hungry, gotta feed li'l bunny some carrot, or else li'l bunny will be sad." Mim said in a little girly voice. "Brother has a nice carrot for li'l bunny. Nice juicy carrot that makes poor hungry li'l bunny feel good. Li'l bunny's mouth is watering for brother's carrot. Go ahead, li'l bunny and have some of brother's juicy carrot. It is nice and healthy for you." While saying this she lowered herself over my shaft and slowly it went in. The sight of my sister's beautiful young, lithe and supple body, and my erected member entering her, slowly sliding entirely into her until our bodies met exited me tremendously. So much that I almost provided her immediately with a fresh serving of my seed. "Oh no, you don't!" Mim said playfully, apparently sensing my lustful excitement, and squeezed my testicles. "Li'l bunny first wants to chew on it a li'l bit before li'l bunny wants the juicy part of it." Savoring her own stimulation she continued "Ooooh, MMMmmmm, that feels different and nice, different perspective, you see...Yes, this is gooooood..." I started to move inside of her, feeling different pressures and workings of her tight love-muscle. Mim performed some acrobatics to try out a couple of different angles. I pulled up my knees slightly so that she could lay back against them, and I let my hands roam over the front of her body. I played with her small erected nipples and let my hands slide down to her hips holding her there regulating the rhythm of our copulation. Mim clearly liked that and indicated this by riding me to the fullest, deepest and with enthusiasm. "HMMMmmmmm, This is nice for a long, long ride for the sake of riding, but I prefer to feel your warm and strong body when we make love." She commented, and without letting me out of her, she came forward and laid herself on top of me. She covered me with her radiating warm body, and letting her long black curls hang so that it formed a sweet smelling shroud around both our heads, she kissed me. I put my arms around her and let my hands retake their position on her hips. Mim now started to pump me, riding her clitoris over the full length of my shaft. "How's that for a change, your nice little sister humping you." She asked with a naughty smile on her face. "Well, my horny and lusty little nymph-sister, I guess that variety is the spice of life, in which case we are headed for a spicy life." I responded with difficulty because my release was imminent. Whether Mim heard me, or not was uncertain since she had reached a point where her stimulation had gotten the better of her. I responded to her frantic movements and we rode each other to the oblivion of sexual rewards. Her delicious young body straining, bucking and kneading while my body emptied itself into her with my last sperm coursing into her. We lay still now, still one in flesh. Mim was still on top of me and straddling me, her knees pulled up high alongside my body, her head resting on my chest. I had my arms around her and held her as if I never was to let her go. Not in a single instance in my life had I felt so contented and close with anyone before. Mim started moving, rocking me gently, and I followed her movements. They were not intended to prepare for another release. Her vagina was relaxed now, still holding my member, and softly massaging it with the contractions due to our rocking together. Words were too much at that point so we remained quiet for quite a while, savoring the tranquility and intimacy that we shared. Finally she said "I think that I now had you completely, all for myself and all within me. I can not think of a better and more complete way to lose my virginity to the one that I love. I love you so dearly Frank and I think that I will be a good partner to you, like you are to me. I am never going to let you go." "Mim you already were my partner long before this night, at last that's the way I feel it to be. I am dedicated to you and will be until I die. Never in my wildest fantasies and dreams did I expect this night to be like it turned out to be. I feel happy, lucky and completely fulfilled with and by you all at once. We are one!" Mim shuddered and sobbed once, a tear or two dripping on my chest. "It's not because of grief, sweetheart, it is because I am so happy." She looked up and her face cleared up now, a tender and warm smile broke through like rays of the sun. "The sex was fabulous though, and although I am through with it for now, I'm sure that I'll be hungry for you again by breakfast." Switching to her little girly voice now she continued "Li'l bunny liked brother's carrot very much. Li'l bunny found brother's carrot nice and juicy, but li'l bunny's mouth is a little tired and sore from eating brother's carrot so voraciously. Li'l bunny will now go to sleep, and dream of big brother's big juicy carrot." She giggled and let her head rest on my chest again. "I guess that we'll have to go back to our rooms pretty soon now, and play the hurt little bird thing. Well that's O.K. It could have been a lot worse, I guess, and I don't really have to play very hard. I feel kind of lived in by now, so to speak. I'm sore." I had merely listened to her babbling, with an occasional smile and a nod of acknowledgment. I was glad that she was so smart and wise for her age with the sense of humor. My penis, which was still half erected and inside Mim, felt definitely well used, although sore was hardly the word for it. My foreskin was a little stretched, I guess. "Yes, we'll have to go back, and appear as normal as possible. I'll make sure that I'll be the one to take care of you and bring up your food. I don't think that anyone will object and I want to be as close to you as I can manage." I told her. "As to the sex, I think that you are a natural Mim. I had never expected it to be like this, but I also think that not many have ever had sex as open and uninhibited as we had. I mean, we consciously made the decision and we have looked forward to it together as equals. Under pressure from outside, but still as equals. That, in itself is not normal in our culture where girls and women are normally sexually repressed to the extreme and where masculinity is measured by the forcefulness, violence and re-productivity of a man. I want you to be equal to me and I certainly don't want to force you into doing things that are against your own interest or even slightly against your will. I trust you too much for that." I seriously concluded, hugging her and kissing her tenderly on her forehead. "Let's get going. It will be getting light very soon now and I wouldn't wonder if Joseph and Miss Biggle aren't already rattling the pots and the pans." Mim reluctantly got up and with a sigh let me slip outside her. "Ouch, My muscles ache in places where I never assumed I had any. This must pretty good gymnastics, dear brother of mine. Let's keep our head with it though. Much as I love to have sex with you, I don't think that I'm ready to carry your child. I think that we are in the clear for the next week, but after that I will be off limits for a while. That should keep you hungry, shouldn't it?" I chuckled and nodded while helping her getting dressed. "Sure my darling, we will hold off on kids for the time being if not indefinitely, but you don't have to worry about keeping your li'l bunny happy. I can always rub its nice li'l nose until it starts running. I am certain that I won't run out of carrot juice." On a more sober note I continued. "You will need something to show for the operation that did not take place, remember? I'll take care of that when we are in your room. The good doctor left one of his scalpels on your dresser. I doubt it that was unintentional. He struck me as a little bit too deliberate for that."CHAPTER 19: The Blood that BindsStealthily Mim and I went through to the room that had left as siblings but now returned to as lovers and partners in incest. The certainty of having shared the initiation into carnal union and the mutual savoring of the natural rewards of the ultimate acts in our incestuous coupling made me feel stronger than ever in my love for Mim. Feeling her warmth and the softness of her body next to me, casually brushing me while we came through our secret network, deepened my desire protect her and my resolve to withstand the workings towards the objectives of our parents. I felt strong in our rebellion against them and was looking ahead with confidence in our victory over their dark designs. The sense of breaking the rules, and secretly stepping outside our society's norms and conventions gave me a very pleasant thrill. Apparently Mim felt similarly because she whispered in my ear. "I feel so fresh and new, Francis. I know that what we have done condemns us in other peoples mind, should they ever find out, but to me it feels like a newly found freedom. If we stay together, we will never have to worry about courting, marriage, in-laws or the problems that come with setting up new households." I chuckled and replied. "Yes, and we can remain living here in this house, secretly plotting against our parents' desperate attempts to market us amongst their friends and relations. In the meantime we will continue to enjoy our secret sexual bond." We had reached the mirror at Mim's room, and I cautiously peeked through the silvery glass to check whether the coast was clear. All seemed to be in order, and we entered the bedroom. Through the windows I could see the darkness of the night lessen into the early dawn. In the pale light of the fading stars and setting moon, I went to Mim's dresser and picked up the scalpel that Dr. Hirnzweig so conveniently had left behind. Yesterday seemed almost an eternity in the past, but its legacy was still valid. "Now we have top do something about the dressings that are supposed to be bloody, now aren't we?" I Mused. "Well let's get on with it then.." Mim looked on with dread in her eyes as I took one of her diaper-like dressings and after cutting myself in my arm spill a sizable serving of my blood on the place where it would fit against her supposedly removed parts. "So that should do it, I think." I mumbled and used a handkerchief to cover the self-inflicted wound. "Here Mim, put this on and go to bed. My blood and seed, so gladly sacrificed, will stay with you and shield you from the evil intents." I bantered lightheartedly. Mim shuddered and gagged at the coppery smell of my blood when she applied the blood-drenched cloth to her femininity. I myself found it strangely arousing to know that my shedding blood actually furthered our cause. Must be our Irish background. The bandage made a squishing sound as Mim pushed it against her femininity and pulled up her underpants. "You do have the tendency to overdo things sometimes, my lover and brother, but it feels kind of sexy to have your living blood there. Kind of messy as well might I add." Mim remarked with a mischievous and sensuous smile on her lips. "Onward Ho! And play the hurt little bird with your blood to show for it! I think I will sleep well, although I have to admit that I could do with another serving of your rod, my lover-brother. I am horny again." Mim concluded longingly reaching for my again halfway erected member and gently squeezing it. "You are incorrigible, but you'll have to wait until tonight before we can safely continue our explorations in the fields of incestuous lust en sex and enjoy each other again. In the meantime I will have to gather my strength and replenish my juices while acting as normal as possible. I love you Mim and I lust after you, but I will have to get some food and sleep soon or else I'll keel over," I told her. I gave her a lingering kiss and went to the mirror in order to leave for my own quarters. "Rest well my horny and sexy little sister-wife. You will need it when I return to consume our incestuous bond tonight. Yes, we will couple like crazed minks! Sleep well, I'll be back later to visit my poor hurt little sister after breakfast," I said and disappeared through the mirror to leave for my own room.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 32 |
bspays1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/24/bspays1.txt | Ali had been a good friend for years. She is a littleolder than me, about 17 now. She is very cute and popular with boys. Ali is kind of short and with a dark complexion, with light brown hair that is aboutshoulder length. Her breasts are average size but herbody is generally tight and very athletic.We were talking one night and she wanted to tell meabout her sexual experiences and how at the beginn-ing they weren't very pleasant.This is the story as Ali told it to me:A couple years ago I had this boyfriend and he wasolder, about 19. I liked him because he was kind ofcute and had a nice car and some money. Of course, after a month or so of going out he wanted to have sex. I was still a virgin then and was a littleafraid. But I figured he was older and I had toprove to him I wasn't a little girl anymore. So onenight at his house we had sex, and I will have to say it was really awful. It hurt like hell and I got no pleasure from it all. He was kind of roughwith me and didn't seem to care about my feelings.We tried again a few weeks later and he was drunkand passed out. It was really disgusting and I de-cided to break up with the creep. I also decided that sex was not cool at all, even though I was horny mostly all of the time.(LOL)I had really not even considered hooking up withanyone after that for a couple of years. BecauseI was horny 24/7 I would just masturbate when Ifelt like it, which was often. That seemed safeand I could get intense pleasure from it withoutthe complications of boys.My luck did start to get better but it wastotally unexpected. I had gotten a job baby-sitting for a couple in the neighborhood. I wouldstay with their two year old girl when they weregone. It was a Friday night and Ms Bright had meover to sit for her. "Ali, the baby is asleep nowand I will be returning at about 11:00. My stepsonLance is here this summer for soccer camp and he will be coming back from practice tonight."Ms. Bright left and I just popped in the video ofthe movie American Pie II and just chilled for abit. The baby was sleeping and not much was goingon. I talked with my homies on my cell and chilledand it was a pretty easy money for the work.I must have dozed off for a while, I don't rememberhow long. But I awoke hearing someone unlocking thedoor. It scared me at first but then I realized itwas Lance, Ms Bright's stepson. I then remembered who Lance was. His parents split up and he moved east with his mom and his dad remarried. He wouldstay with his dad during the summer. I rememberedhim as a gawky looking 13-year-old who sometimeswould play with my younger brother. But wow, hehad grown up a lot since then! He was close to 6'0"tall now and I could see signs of developing musclesunder his tanktop. He had short blonde hair and kindof a twinkle in his deep blue eyes.He seemed a little shy. He said hi and just said afew things about soccer camp then said "well I gotto take a shower now...." and ran upstairs. I justput in another video and chilled, not really think-ing much about Lance. I did hear him taking a showerand then the shower stopped and I didn't hear muchof anything after that.I started to doze off again and then woke up hearingnoises from upstairs. I thought I heard the babycrying so I headed up the stairs to check it out.I walked down the hall toward the room that the babywas in and I realized the sounds were coming from theother direction. I knew it must have been from Lance'sroom, so curiosity drove me to check it out.I quietly crept down the hall because I didn't wanthim to think I was spying on him. As I got closer tohis door, I realized the sounds I was hearing werethe sounds of sexual excitement! That got me a little excited right away. As I got to his door I could see him laying naked, clearly masturbating onhis bed. His eyes were half-open and he was lookingup at the ceiling. From where I was standing hecouldn't see me, but I could sure see him! I hadnever seen a naked boy like this before and it waslike a surge of liquid fire flashed through me,as a I focused on his erect penis. He was slowlyjacking his fine looking tool up and down and play-ing with the purple head. It was hard for me to judgebut I would say his cock was around six inches inlength. But I wasn't really caring about size, itwas so beautiful to watch that hard instrument get-ting harder and more excited as he played with it.I was now so excited by this scene that I unzippedmy jean shorts and searched for my excited clit. I found out that I was already in a state of wetness,even though it had been less than a minute.I was feeling a little bold so I stepped throughto the opening of the door to get a better lookat Lance. I was where he could easily see me now,but I didn't really give a damn at this pointbecause I was so freaking hot.After about a minute, Lance suddenly looked up andsaw me standing there with my hand down my pants.I thought he would freak out but he didn't say aword and just smiled at me. I gave an approvingglance back at him. I said, "Can I play with thattoo.....?". It was kind of corny but it seemed todo the job. Lance didn't say anything but justsmiled a bit and nodded his head in agreement.I walked over and sat on his bed next to hisnaked body. I pulled down my shorts but left mypanties on, so I could get better access to myhot pussy. I ran my hands all over his solid chestand tweaked his nipples and caressed his flat belly,then massaged his thighs, working up to his balls.His balls were nice and firm, surrounded by somesparse, blonde pubic hair. I caressed them gentlyand then moved my hand up to the shaft of his penis.It was like a fine piece of ivory with veins runningup and down the white shaft. I carefully examinedall of the details of his finely shaped organ.My other hand had found my clit and my wet slit. I was so hot that I could have cum at that point butI figured why rush it.I reached the crown of his beautiful cock andsqueezed it gently in my small hand. The clearprecum fluid was now flowing freely from the headof his cock and seeped down to his belly.I took the slick precum fluid and spread it overthe tip of his cock and began to slowly jack it upand down. He said nothing the whole time, but I couldtell from his face that the pleasure he was feelingwas intense.I took my time and didn't go too fast, but he was ateenage boy so I figured he wouldn't be lasting toolong. His cock started to get harder and changed toa purple color. The head expanded and started to looklike it would explode any second. His breathing pickedup and he was moaning lightly now. I started talkingto him "Oh Lance your cock is so nice, it feelsso good in my hand... I want you to shoot your hotwhite stuff for me..."I think my hot words pushed him over the edge. I could feel his body tremble now and he started topant. I felt his balls go very hard and knew hiscrisis had started. He pumped his ass up off the bedin fucking motions; then several wads of hot cumshot from his beautiful cock. The first one shotabout a foot and the next wad streamed from hiscock like a fountain. Three more wads of stickysemen followed. I took the sticky fluid and rubbedit all over his stomach and cock as he lay ex-hausted from the pleasure bout.I was now fingering myself and getting very closeto having my own explosive orgasm. My panties werestill on but I had easy access to my clit and mydripping opening. Just at that moment I heard thegarage door starting to open. DAMN, it wasMs. Bright!! I slapped on my shorts and ran downthe stairs. My horniness dissolved quickly. I got downstairs in time so everything looked inorder...To Be Continued |
rhonda.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/48/rhonda.txt | While Ronda is over 30, she still looks much, much younger as she is always working to stay in shape. She is 5'5", 105 lbs, and has delicious small, perky tits. Her pussy is still soft and tight (no kids) and has a great round firm ass that guys love to fuck. Someday, you may get the chance to "meet" my beautiful wife. Our first house was a real fixer. The first summer we owned it we decided to get it painted by some student painter types. The crew consisted of the foreman and five helpers, all guys from a university up-state. Rhonda, who likes to walk around the house in as little as possible, was enjoying that summer as it was hotter than usual and she wore as little as possible. On the first day of their work, Rhonda strutted around outside in a pair of cut-offs and a tight t-shirt directing the foreman what she wanted done. As she has small tits she went without a bra, giving him a nice image of what was under her shirt. She really enjoyed climbing ladders with him behind her knowing he was looking at her crotch and all the time getting his face closer and closer to her pussy. Once he crawled up behind her to look at a spot and she let him rub his cock against her ass. Rhonda had a big flower bed that she worked on that afternoon. Some of the flowers liked to be misted so she turned on the mist hose while she worked among them. This caused her shirt to get wet and reveal her nice firm tits to the guys who Rhonda felt were most appreciative. Our bathroom was connected to our bedroom which had a patio door that looked out on the backyard. If the bathroom door was open, you could look out into the yard, or if you were in the yard you could look in. On the second day that the painters were there, Rhonda was in the bathroom putting on make-up. She had just got out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror naked, forgetting all about the door being open. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of someone standing outside the patio door looking in. She took a hand mirror and adjusted it so that she could see out without turning her head. She recognized the foreman looking in and smiling. He was waving for some of the other guys to come over and take a look. Rhonda continued to work on her make-up. As she finished, she began playing with her nipples, making them get hard and dark. She let her hands reach down to her pussy and began lightly rubbing her clit. As she rubbed her clit she would bring her finger-tips to her mouth and lick her pussy juice off of them or instead rub the clear liquid over her nipples making them slippery and shiny. In a short time she let herself cum for her audience. As she came back to reality, she closed the door, giving the guys a little wave before they could duck out of the way. Rhonda called me at work and told me she was running to the hardware store and that she would pick up some wine for dinner. That is Rhonda's way of telling me she is hot about something. When I got home she told me about her adventure earlier in the day and how turned on she was all day. She asked if I could stay home the next day and hide out to see the show she had planned for them. Unfortunately, I couldn't as there were out-of-town clients who needed to meet with me. I could stay home the following day but Rhonda said she couldn't wait till then. She pulled a paint brush from a drawer and said that is what she bought at the store. It was one of those trim brushes, about 2 inches wide with a handle about 8 inches long. Leading me to the bedroom, she removed all of her clothes and laid down on the bed. She used the brush to caress her nipples, making them pop to attention. From the way she was squirming I could tell she really was liking the feel of the soft bristles rubbing across them. As she stroked the brush down her belly, she turned it around and plunged the handle into her pussy. Using the brush like a dildo, she fucked herself to orgasm, moaning loudly. As the last spasms swept over her, I pulled her to her hands and knees. Reaching underneath herself, Rhonda adjusted the brush so there was room for my cock to enter her cunt. As I pumped into her, she fucked the brush in and out at the same time. The feel of the brush handle rubbing my cock inside of her pussy made me let loose with a huge gush of sperm. With my cock pushed as deep in her as I could, Rhonda kept fucking herself with the brush saying "Oh yes, that feels great." As she removed the brush I saw the handle coated with my cum. "That is what you'll miss tomorrow," Rhonda taunted. ***The next day Rhonda made sure that the guys noticed her in the bedroom as she walked into it naked. She gave them a smile and put on her little self-fuck show with the brush while they stood right next to the closed patio door. She used the bristles to make herself cum and rammed the handle in and out of her cunt. After about an half hour, Rhonda noticed they all had their cocks out and were stroking themselves. She started to cum as she watched all six cocks erupt against the glass. As the last spurts left their cocks, Rhonda blew them a kiss and closed the patio door curtain. She laid back down on the bed and continued to bring herself off a couple of more times before falling asleep. That evening she convinced me that I should stay home and watch her show the next day. When she explained what she had in mind I decided that I wouldn't miss it. Early the next day I moved my car down the street and made Rhonda breakfast in bed. As she got ready for the guys to get there, she showered and took extra care putting on her make-up. She slipped on a pair of black stockings and a black garter belt, just the way I like to see her. She went outside and put a plastic cup by the painters' supplies with a note. The note said, 'Morning guys. Fill the cup with all of your cum and put it inside the patio door." When they found the cup they all smiled. In no time the boss was placing a cup of cum on the bedroom floor through the patio door that Rhonda had left open. I was standing in the bathroom with the door partially closed and could easily see Rhonda pick up the cup of fresh cum. She swirled it around in the cup and smiled at the guys just outside the open door. "Stay there and watch," Rhonda ordered them. She laid on the bed and picked up the brush. After she dipped it in the cum, she started to gently stroke the brush over her face, painting their sperm on herself. She stuck out her tongue and caught a dribble of the white load the guys left for her as it fell off the brush in a long string. She continued painting her body starting with her nipples and tits. I could see she had extremely erect nipples and could hear her moan as she painted them. Looking up she asked the guys to stroke their cocks for her but not to cum. Once she got the brush to her pussy, she poured about half of the cum on her slit and held it from running all the way down her lips with the handle of the brush. She slowly began working the glob of sperm into her willing pussy. She dipped her fingertips of her other hand into the cup and licked and sucked the sperm into her mouth. "I just love cum cocktails!" she cooed. Once again the brush was worked all the way into her cunt she emptied more cum on her cunt saving the last few drops for her mouth. At this point she was cumming in a long series of orgasms. The guys just stood there with stupid looks on their faces and stiff bulges at their crotches. After about her fourth orgasm, Rhonda stood up and walked to the door. Then she turned her back to the guys and knelt down on her hands and knees. Her ass and exposed pussy were right at the opening of the door pointed right at the five guys. Looking over at me she winked as she said, "Somebody needs to fuck me." The crew leader hurried forward pulling his pants down frantically and knelt behind Rhonda. What I hadn't seen before was that Rhonda still had the brush held tight up her pussy. The guy smiled as he twisted the brush around inside of her cunt. She closed her eyes and swayed her hips letting the guy know she liked what he was doing. After a bit the guy pulled the brush out her and she backed up against his hard cock. He grabbed Rhonda's hips and plunged into her wet pussy. She gave a little gasp as his cock plunged deep into her. She looked over her shoulder at the guy said that she had 'visions' of him deep enough in her to pump his cum all over her uterus. He began to pound furiously into my wife, finally letting out a grunt as his body jerked and he spurt his load into her. Rhonda knew the moment he'd cum and gasped, "Oh yeah, pump it into me big guy! Fill me up!"When he'd finished and as he pulled out of Rhonda I could see a long glob of his sperm drip out between her legs and plop on the floor. Rhonda looked back at him and smiled as she put her finger in her cunt to keep the rest from coming out. "I don't want to lose any more of it," she said to him. Then my wife wiggled her ass in the air and told the other guys she wanted them. So one after the other they took turns dipping their rock hard cocks into my wife's sweet wet pussy. After each guy had spurt his load Rhonda would plug her hole with her fingers to keep it in place. However, as she fucked the guys, with all of them taking a second turn, most of their sperm squished out while they pumped into her. Ronda's legs were getting a shiny with cum, she was becoming slippery mess.When she was sure that each of them got to fill her up at least twice she stood up and held her hand against her cunt and closed the door and curtain. We crawled into bed together and I kissed her deeply. As she took her hand off her cunt she asked how she looked. Her pussy was red and puffy. Her bush was matted and the familiar white flow of other guy's sperm was coming out of her. I told her that she looked like a dirty little slut, and I crawled between her legs and sunk my cock into her cum softened pussy, thrusting easily ball's deep into her. She wrapped her legs around me and slid them back and forth over my ass, made easier from the slipperiness of the cum on them. "I'm glad you like fucking my filled-up pussy," Rhonda cooed in my ear. "I can't tell you how much I like being fucked by strange horny men, while you watch me. Now honey, I'm ready for some more cum." With that I let go and blasted one more load into her. We stayed in bed and fucked the rest of the day. When we went outside the next morning the painters had cleared out. As a thank you to Rhonda, they'd painted our garage too, before they left, attaching a note to it that said, 'This is for letting us paint your pussy babe.' END |
bound.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/40/bound.txt | I was tied up and she was tied down. What a predicament, what a terribly erotic predicament. My wife had helped the fellow restrain me, to my and her specifications. I was thrilled.I was tied standing up on the end of the bed, my hands tied to the tops of the heavy wooden canopy bed and my feet were tied spread apart to the sides of the bed. I was naked, my cock and balls swinging in the breeze. I was to be gagged; my mouth was filled with a cock gag. My cock and balls were tightly tied with a leather string, the same leather string that lead to my wife's choker. My cock seemed so hard and heavy right now, I was so excited. I wanted to cum, but I knew that wouldn't be allowed for a while yet. A long while. I couldn't move my head side to side but I could look down. I could see my swollen cock dangling and swinging with my excited breathing.I could hear my wife, Jane. Her slight moaning and struggling sounds of excitement, and effort against restraint. Jane also was tied to the bed. I could see her tied face down, with a pillow under her mid section, her awesome ass in the air. I could see the glistening wet lips of her pussy wrapped around the large vibrating dildo he had inserted into her, just before he left. Her legs were spread wide open with her ankles tied to the side of the bed, and her hands were tied together at the middle of the foot of the bed. Jane was also gagged, for now anyway. That put her head just under my dripping cock. What an erotic sight it must be, I thought. We were left there for about fifteen minutes; I could hear her lover to be in the sitting doing something. Jane moaning, she came with the vibrating phallus deeply in side her. I knew she couldn't help it. I knew she was just patiently passing her time until the fella came back in and had his way with us.Suddenly the fellow entered the room. I could see what was happening in front of me that was it. A fist wrapped around my cock and pumped it hard a few times, taking time to push along the bottom of my cock and squeeze out the pre-cum. It dripped out and onto Jane's back just below her neck; she lurched a little against her restraints. Not knowing what was happening around you can be so, so... unnerving sometimes. The fellow let go of my cock and sucked the head a little, then he kissed her with my pre-cum on his tongue. She was unaware, but responded with an impassioned kiss with this man. I could see this just below me, her head being held up by her auburn hair in his fist as he kissed her. This action let the pressure on my cock subside a little, not much. Then he stood up behind me and looked at his captives. He was doing something but I couldn't tell what. Then I knew, as he grabbed me by the cock to hold me still and slid a butt plug into my behind. This made me moan in pain and excitement. He didn't care, not really, ultimately he just wanted to plant that big cock of his in my wife's pussy and fill her up with his cum. The next thing I knew he had walked around the bed and was staring intently at my wife. He climbed on the bed and got between my wife's legs. He got close to her pussy and exhaled hotly onto her wetness and licked her clit once, just once. Sitting up he started pushing her butt cheeks together around the vibrating dildo, she came again. Her panting was turning me on so much. When she came she pushed her ass into the air and her head down into the bed, this pulled hard on my cock string. This reminded me that through this phase of sex she would be connected to me, and I to her. I was watching the guy as she came and he looked up at me and smiled a smirk. Slowly, oh, so slowly, he pulled the large dildo from her wetness. She whimpered at the loss of being filled and fulfilled. He lifted it up and rubbed the soaking wet dildo on my gagged lips. The smell of her juices and excitement on the dildo was almost overpowering. As he reached down to let my wife lick the dildo, he took my cock into his mouth again sucking it to the root, I almost came but he stopped and I was glad he did. I did not want to cum yet. Reaching up he jerked tight the slip knot on my cock and balls and patted my balls on the bottom. He sucked me to the root again several times and made me moan out loud. Just as quickly he stopped, leaving my purple dick wet and almost dripping again. My pre-cum was being held back by the leather knot and I could feel it.The fella then got back between Jane's legs and started massaging her from just in side her nether regions all the way down her legs to her feet. He was grabbing and kneading her thighs up near her wet pussy and she was pushing her self back into his hands, once again pulling on my cock. Bending down he drew long strokes of his flattened tongue up the length of the slit, starting at her wet and swollen clit all the way to her tight little ass hole. Jane definitely like this and moaned out loud. Taking this as a queue, he started dribbling lubricant on her behind and let it slowly drip down into her pussy. Stroking her pussy with his tongue still, he inserted two fingers into her wet hole and inserted a thumb slowly into her ass. She loved this and poked her butt and pussy up in the air, breathing hard and coming on his fingers. All the while he was looking me in the eye and watching my reactions as well. He let her come down slowly, rubbing her whole body with his hands. Rubbing down her body, he would lean up over her, and push his hard cock up against her hot pussy. Oh yes, she could definitely feel that and she definitely wanted some of that hard cock, she wanted it deep inside her. She wanted to cum on this fella's cock. Oh yes she did. Every move she made was transferred sensation to my cock through the leather string. Her urgent body language. Her need for a cock to be inside her was transferred to me each time she made her pussy available to his fat cock. Suddenly he looked me right in the eye and grabbed her by her ponytail. Lining his formidable cock up with her wanting body, still smiling as he looked me in the eye, he drove himself into her body in one down stroke. Jane came immediately and continued to for as long as he fucked her. Every time he drove himself forward and then pulling back out, caused me to groan and live through this strange stimulation. He fucked her hard and she loved it. I watched intently, in between constant tension and the jerks on the leather from his fucking my wife. Jane was oblivious, she couldn't see what was going on but she could certainly enjoy what was happening to her. Jane was cumming hard and breathing ragged, short breaths. His cock was soaking wet with her cum. My wife was straining against he bonds, her head was raised and she shook her head back and forth. I truly thought I was going to cum. Then he slapped my dick with his hand and with a loud groan buried all of his cock into her, pushing her clasping pussy into the mattress hard, he looked at me and smiled as he shot hot cum into her pussy. Over and over he drove his cock to the very depths of her body while shooting his cum into her. Jane screamed out loud and breathed raggedly, and then she apparently passed out. This thrilled the fella to no end, he just drove into her one last time and laid on her back, his big cock still buried deep in my wife.With her passed out and him lying on her back was an awful pull on the leather string, I was in pain and pleasure all at once. Then Jane awoke and said she wanted to be let free. The fella looked at both of us and said he would like to let her go, but not me yet. Because he wasn't done with her yet. Ok, she agreed. By this time a huge puddle of cum, hers and his, was collected on the sheet below her pussy. It was so, so, so hot seeing another mans cum leaking onto the bed. I was in a state of excitation that I have never been in before.Shortly thereafter she was untied and un-blindfolded. They blindfolded me and tied my leather harness into a leash. Jane told me not to move, and not to touch my cock, on my knees at the foot of the bed, I did my best not to. Then they were gone, into the living room they went and had some drinks and food and apparently some kind of fun. I could hear them giggling and oohing and aahing in the other room. This was driving me crazy. My cock was harder than ever and no relief was in sight.Then they both came back into the room. My wife made a comment about the butt plug and he just told her it was what I needed at that time. I could feel the bed move and I assumed they both were on the bed. Then I could hear him moaning a little and wet sounds. I was sure Jane was using her talented mouth on his healthy cock. She kept this up for a while; I know this turn her on also. Then I heard her tell him to stand at the edge of the bed. The bed jostled a little, I tried to keep my foot hold on the mattress. She told me that she was lying down on the bed and that, "SHE WAS GOING TO HAVE THIS BIG COCK FUCK HER TILL SHE CAME AGAIN!"Needless to say, I was in complete agreement. Then I heard her moan out and she told me that the head of his big cock was in her and how good if felt. The bed started to vibrate and jostle hard, she told me his big cock was completely buried in her cum filled pussy, and that she was going to get it filled again with cum, cum that I would clean up. He seemed to last longer this time and fucked her through many orgasms. She was completely spent by the time he came and filled her with his seed again. He shoots big loads from what she said to me after he came. The next thing I know, I'm being untied and lead to the side of the bed. They do not untie my cock and balls. My blindfold is removed and I see her lying on the bed with a pillow under her ass, she beckons me to come up and watch. The fella looks my way again and then climbs up on her chest, she suck his cock a little, and then tells me it is my turn. He turns around still straddling my wife and looks at me in sympathetic way, he scootches up so that his heavy balls are resting on her pubes. Then he pushes my head down to his cock, I open my mouth and lick the very bottom of the head and lick up the collected juices. Suddenly I realize that his cock and her pussy are just inches apart, he pushes my head down a little and I automatically lick his balls and her clit. Jane moans and tells him to push my head into her pussy; I lick for all I'm worth. His dick is rubbing against my cheek and neck and I covered with their juices. Her pussy is full with pussy cream and his cum; I lick with the flat of my tongue and make Jane moan with delight. I suck his balls and flick her pussy, taking liberty I push two fingers into her and curl them into her g-spot, she cums instantly as I finger her and lick her swollen lips. I can feel his cock getting hard again as if rubs harder against my ear and neck. Lifting my head a little I suck his hardening cock into my mouth and deep throat it as far as possible, he moans and pushes my head harder into his cock. The fat cock is hardening like steel in my mouth and I begin to gag.Obviously ready for my woman's pussy again, he pushes me away and tells me to sit in the chair and just watch, I am told not to touch my self. He climbs between Jane's legs and pulls both of them up to his shoulders. His cock is aimed at her hot pussy, just inches away again. Jane calls me forward and tells me to open her pussy lips and guide his cock into her. I come over to them and reach toward her wet pussy, spreading her wet lips; I drag my finger through her opening and lick the mixture of cum off my finger. She smilingly tells me that is enough and to do my job, with her pussy spread open with my fingers I reach over and grasp his thick hard cock, I stroke it a couple of times and then push it down and into my wife. The fat cock easily spreads her open and sinks in half way. He doesn't drive himself into her and just sits there looking at her. While looking at him and then me she tells me to grasp the portion of cock that is not inside her and stroke it. Being an odd request I just look at her and she more tells me again to do it. So I do. His cock is much thicker than mine and I can feel why she likes it so much, I start to stroke it and it feels awesome in my hand. She is watching and moaning and he is too, my strokes are getting longer and I mash my hand against her pussy as I stroke him, Jane definitely likes this. She starts to cum again. I reach around with my other hand and gently massage and weigh his heavy balls. This seems to be the right thing, and suddenly he cant stand it anymore and drives his cock completely into her. She cums again with his cock fully inside her. My hand is lodged between them, when he draws back I move my hand just in time. He surges forward again and drives his cock into her in a series of quick thrusts. Overwhelmed with the action Jane moans loudly and wraps her legs around him and cums again, and again.She senses that he is about to cum and tells him to stop and let me stroke him to completion while he is still inside her. Again I reach down and grasp his wet and hard shaft. It feels so good in my hand. Jane's watches me as I watch myself stroke his cock. He tells me to grasp a little harder and to jiggle his balls at the same time. I do, suddenly he cries out holding Jane's ankles in both hands spread out and open as far as possible I jerk his cock while he is coming. I can feel the heavy spurts of cum as they shoot into my woman's wet and already full pussy. Blast after blast I feel shoot under his cock and through my fingers into my wife. I'm elated and so turned on. What a turn on. With that he moves my hand away and sinks into and onto my wife and pushes his cock into her fully.Jane and the fella lay next to each other a short time. He looks up to her and kisses her softly and tells her thank you. It is however time for him to get back, but that he would like to do this again, all of this. He looks my way and smiles as he closes the door.Jane looks at me and opens her arms and beckons to me. I lie with her and next to her and tell her I love her. She says that she loves me to but that my job is not done. She pushes my head down to her pussy and tells me it is time to clean her up. I obey and do clean her and her lover's juices out of her beautiful pussy and body. She cums lightly a few times and then tells me, her husband, to come and make lover to her. I lovingly crawl up to her and she takes my leather encasement off. Lightly she suck on my cock and does not let me cum.Turning over on her tummy she tells me to make love to her from behind, and I do. I gently fuck her and make her cum one more time and then I release my built up cum into her receptive body. Then we fall asleep and dream as lovers do.END |
latex1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/44/latex1.txt | Author's Note: Having enjoyed 'Late Bloomer' by Dragonfly and the 2002 remake 'Latex Flower' by Erwin Stevens, I thought I would take the liberty of expanding the core plot of the former and recruiting the cast from the latter to cobble together my own adaptation. CS***"Over here, Cynthia. These are definitely my most interesting specimens," Auntie Anne called, as she stopped in front of several potted vines.I was under-whelmed. My Aunt had just come back from a solo botanical expedition to the upper Amazon, and she was showing off her exotic finds. Sure, she looks all Laura Croft, but instead of gold she brings back... shrubberies. Some of the stuff in her big backyard greenhouse was kind of cool, if you liked that kind of thing, but these things were distinctly boring. They smelled nice enough, but they didn't even have flowers. Auntie Anne must have read my mind, because she added, "I encountered a tribe of Indians who claimed these plants have the most magnificent blossoms in the whole rain forest. They begged me to show them where I'd found them."I caught my cousin hiding a smile. Megan, who is also my best friend, knew I didn't share my Aunt's love of botany. Since Megan and her mother had moved out of the city, I only got to visit them for the summer holidays and, like now, over the Christmas break. This just seemed like a waste of precious time that could be spent hanging out at the mall."I can't find anything about it in the literature," continued Auntie. "I don't think it has ever been seen or named outside the jungle, but I'll have to wait until it flowers, to be sure. I'm hoping to write a paper on it."Right, terrific, I thought. But then I felt obliged to pretend I liked the plants Auntie Anne was studying, and so a few days later I ended up bringing one home with me. Auntie said she wanted to see how well it did out on the coast.It seemed to do very well, thank you, in my bedroom. It grew quickly, and got so big Mom teased me about it eating me, if I wasn't careful. Daddy just said it smelled bad. I thought the scent was quite pleasant, and I even built it a trellis. Then at the end of May, about three weeks before the finish of the school year, it put out a single green bud. In a few days the lone bud had grown unusually large and was developing a creamy colour. When I climbed out of bed on the third day, it didn't look any different. Disappointed, I showered and then padded downstairs for breakfast, wrapped in my fluffy robe. There was no rush. My parents had to be out the door by eight, but we lived so close to school that I could take my time. Plus, it was much easier to wear whatever I wanted if I waited until Mom had gone to work.Once I was alone, I wandered back upstairs. The flower had opened in my absence, and now my room was filled with a sweet, musky fragrance. Auntie's jungle informants had been right - this thing was beautiful. It was also humungous.Its pretty petals were all fleshy and pink and red, like an orchid; and now that they had unfurled, they revealed in the centre... well, I remembered from Auntie's frequent lectures that it was called the pistol, the bit with the pollen that bees would brush against. Only I'd never seen one so big. It was the size of my forearm, with ropy red ridges along the length of it, and it had a ruffled fat knob on the end the size of my closed fist. The knob had an odd slit at the top, which was oozing nectar or something. I had no idea why I felt all warm and tingly. I only knew that the big blossom's scent was delightful, so much so that I had to kneel beside it and lean right in close to take a deep whiff. I was definitely warm now. My face and chest began to flush, and I found my robe unbearably confining. I let it slide to the floor and rolled my head with pleasure, shaking my hair out over my bare back. Yes, that felt much better.About this point my nipples were getting stiff, and I started to idly play with them. My moistening pussy was itching now, too - not a physical itch but a burning, aching need that demanded attention. I leaned back to rest against foliage that hadn't been there a few moments before, and began to finger myself. As I wiggled one and then two digits in my pussy, I took no notice whatever of the vines moving around my ankles and thighs, or of the tendrils entwining my shoulders and waist. And when, together, they lifted me bodily off the ground, I had no idea but to feed the waves of pleasure breaking through me - by now my fingers were churning as far inside of me as I could reach. I groaned with pleasure, and still it was not enough.Even when the great blossom itself rose up of its own accord in front of me, my only thought was: Hey! I'll bet that thing could reach deeper! I suddenly knew that I needed to feel that fat pistol inside my pussy, and the sooner the better. I spread my thighs eagerly, ignoring the nest of twisting vines that now supported and enclosed me. The flower seemed to respond to my lust, the head of its obscene vegetable wang slowly approaching my drooling virgin pussy. When it was only a few inches away, it stopped, and then, as I whimpered in anticipation, a thin tendril slid out of the slit at the thing's tip. It looked like a lizard's tongue. It felt like a tongue, too, as it slid moistly around my crotch before finally slipping between my lust-swollen lips. I felt it probe my hymen, and then break through; but the short, sharp pain served only to briefly satisfy my insistent itch. I hadn't long to wait - the main bulk of that organ now began to press against my opening. For a short moment, I actually was afraid it wouldn't fit - but my pussy flesh stretched wider than I believed possible and suddenly the thing was squeezing inside me. Immediately, I discovered the function of all those ruffles and ridges. Every little lump and bump was a fresh surprise and a fresh delight. Now I was afraid that it wouldn't ALL fit. I needn't have worried. As I moaned in pleasure, the thing ground its way forward until at last the cool, silky petals caressed my bottom. Foggily, I realized the entire thing was deep inside me. Suddenly my body stiffened and shook as my first orgasm took me. Although I had played with myself from time to time, this was beyond anything I had ever experienced. Nothing seemed to exist but the overwhelming ecstasy that was focused on my core. I know I must have thrashed and screamed, but I don't recall any of that - only the echoes of that monumental come.I have no idea how long it lasted - hours, maybe - but my next memory is of floating, my breathing still ragged, and becoming aware that the flower's organ was now thrusting methodically in and out of me. I think it must have waited until I had nearly regained consciousness to start simulating me again. That ribbed shaft was certainly doing the trick. My pussy, sopping with my juices, squished loudly with each stroke. Just before I started to come again, the organ stopped and I felt another odd new sensation. Something was probing the sensitive entrance to my womb... and then I felt that tongue-like tendril force its way inside. As soon as it was in my uterus, the thing began to stiffen and swell, as it proceeded to fuck me, deep in my core. After a few minutes, the main bulk of the blossom's tool was forcing its knob into my newly spread womb-mouth. I remember thinking, 'this is gonna hurt', but it didn't. The thing just rested there, a moment, and then the entire plant gave a great spasm. I could feel a huge pulse run along the shaft inside me, a moving bulge that stretched my pussy lips wider than ever and then spurted deep into my womb. As that first load was delivered, I finally climaxed again. My pussy clamped down hard on its guest but, regardless, another powerful burst forced its way inside me. And then yet another - again and again, more warm liquid was pumped into my swelling womb. I felt the pressure of it building in my belly, but only a tiny trickle found its way back to ooze out of my pulsating pussy.At last it stopped. I shuddered as the shaft withdrew. When the fat knob of it finally popped free, it paused and then pressed forward again as if to re-enter me. Dazed and hanging limp in the grip of the vines, I watched and waited as it trembled and began to swell again, and then it abruptly fired a large red blob straight into my hole, like a cork in a bottle. The next thing I recall is waking up to find myself on my bedroom floor. I was stiff, and the sun was shining on my face. It must have been early afternoon. From where I lay, I could see the flower. It was furled, and looked just like it had when I woke up that morning. What the hell had just happened? If anything - maybe it had all been a fantastic dream. But I remembered things - impossible things. I sat up carefully. Oh-my-God! I now had a little potbelly. It felt full, down there, and I shuddered as I thought of the floods of flower-cum. Looking further down, at my tender pussy, I discovered a red rubbery mass protruding an inch or two from between my legs. Carefully, I touched it. Something moved, deep inside me, and I snatched my hand away. It was alive! I knew I should be panicking - some sort of creature was lodged in my body. But instead, I reached down between my thighs again, and sort of snuck up on the thing, sliding my hand across my mound and over my swollen clit. Then, ever so gently, I slid my fingertip across the slick skin of whatever it was that was sticking out of my pussy.It began wriggle, but not randomly. I could feel its inner end move, stretching and then contracting, so that it was pushing in and out, probing even deeper than before. I began to moan. It seemed to respond by massaging me inside - somewhere remarkably sensitive. I gasped and fell back as a fresh orgasm swept through me.When my body relaxed, I lay quietly and thought. This was crazy. I was supposed to be in Miss Stacey's classroom, and instead I was lying on the floor of my bedroom, having just been fucked by my own shrubbery... and then fucked again by this thing, whatever it was. Nobody would believe any of it, and if I showed anyone, they would think I was some kind of freak. I'd probably end up being studied by the government in Area 51, or something.Carefully I got to my feet, and waddled unsteadily across the room to lean on my bedpost. I had to stop a couple of times to catch my breath, because the red thing inside me was still wriggling, and I was starting to get excited again. Looking down, I saw that three or four inches worth of it was now hanging free of my pussy's grip. I reached down and, taking firm hold of the slippery thing, gave it a tug. It was well and truly stuck. I let go, and gave it a thoughtful stare.Then I grabbed a mirror from my dresser and lay down on my back, so that I was doubled right up - my feet over my shoulders, and my nose as close to my pussy as I could get it. With the help of the mirror, I proceeded to give my crotch an inspection. The blob was maybe two inches across where it projected from my pussy. I tried slipping a finger between it and my stretched inner lips, and found I could only get it in a half-inch or so before something blocked me. I pried the gap open and with the help of the mirror I discovered that the thing was not just stuck in there - it was fused. All around it was smooth skin, a gradual transition from pink Cynthia flesh to red blob hide. It wasn't just stuck - it was like it was a part of me. And yet my pussy wasn't gone, exactly. I could feel the thing writhing around inside there, rubbing my pussy walls and pressing various secret places in a very pleasant way.But there was more yet. I tried prodding the projecting knob with the mirror handle, and... ouch! I could feel the touch of it. I poked some more - gently now - and found that, for about an inch beyond what was definitely the pink edge of me, the surface of the blob was as sensitive as my own pussy lips! I finally stopped poking, and as I watched, the projecting part of the thing changed shape to something that resembled a rubbery moist tongue, which curled up and proceeded to lap at my clittie. Ten minutes later I found myself lying on my bed, panting, with my hands clutching my quilt in white-knuckled intensity. God, but that had been a good one. It was definitely time to take stock (Actually, it was probably time to scream, but I'd only just done that with my most recent orgasm, and it somehow didn't seem necessary now.) One: A living blob was stuck in my pussy. Two: It wasn't just stuck... it was starting to become me. I could feel a touch on its surface for - eek! - an inch-and-a-half, now. Three: Only a band around its middle seemed to be attached to me, just inside my pussy lips. Its ends stuck out both inside and outside of me; and they were free to stretch and to change shape. Four: Whatever the thing was made of, inside, could apparently flow through it from end to end - because sometimes nearly all of it was either in or out. Five: it was determined to get me off.I spent the rest of the afternoon trying desperately to control my body, first just to walk, and later to try to hide the fact that I was being kept in a constant state of arousal. I found that if I tried to block out the sensations, I always ended up with another orgasm of screaming intensity. That wasn't so bad, but not the sort of thing a nice girl did in front of her parents at the dinner table. The best thing was to relax and ride them out. I still got kind of spacey, at the peaks, but I knew I could tell my mother I was having some cramping. I'd have to get a note for school, anyway.Not long after three o'clock, the phone rang. It was Megan. "Cyn! Thank goodness, you're back from school. Don't go to into your bedroom!""Umm... I think you're too late," I replied, looking down at the red knob below my mound."Did the flower...?""Yeah.""And the red dildo thing?"I laughed out loud at the accurate description. "Yeah.""Oh. Well, Mamma says not to worry. She's studying it now. We should be fine."Actually, up until now, I had only been worried about hiding it. Now I realized there might be more trouble ahead. Geez - hadn't her Aunt been studying the thing since back in December? Then I did a mental double take... Meg had said 'we'."You too?""Both of us. Mamma called me out to the greenhouse this morning, to show me the new blossoms, and then there was that perfume, and..." She trailed off."Yeah," I repeated."It'll be OK. We'll come and get you as soon as school is out. Umm, Mamma says you probably shouldn't wear underwear.""What?""You know, panties. Or jeans, either. She thinks the dildo has to breath through its skin. Oh, my God!""What? What?""It's just... I guess you know. It's about to get me over, again. I'll call you back if we find out anything more. Woo! See ya soon!" It was a long three weeks. My dildo kept me in a nearly constant state of arousal, teasing me right to the edge, and then backing off, over and over, until I would finally reach orgasm. After a brief chance to rest, it started all over again. I was always flushed, and slightly bowlegged. Plus I always had to wear the same skirt. It was the only one I owned that was long enough not to show off my new friend whenever I sat down. (How do Scotsmen get away with kilts?) And, instead of a blouse, I had to wear a loose sweatshirt to conceal my nipples, because they were always as hard as marbles. And they were so sensitive! I couldn't even bear the thought of wearing a bra.Oh, and speaking of sensitive - I forgot to mention that within a few days I had feeling over the whole surface of my new addition. What touched it, I felt, and what it touched, I felt, too. And it felt damn fine, thank you - both inside of me and out. Sometimes I'd stroke it, just because it felt so nice, and it would stiffen and grow. Then I'd pull on it (and wonder if boys did this, too), while inside the other end was doing me. Talk about double your pleasure!I soon found that I could control it, a bit swing it back and forth and around about, even stretch it out and touch stuff. It was practically prehensile. After some practice I found I could wrap it around my fingers, that sort of thing. And I didn't have to look to know what I was feeling. But if I didn't do something with it that was sufficiently stimulating, it would start in on its own program. Like, for instance, when I first managed to get it to pick up a pencil (in the privacy of my bedroom, of course), it suddenly dropped the thing and snaked under me to poke its tip inside my bum. Meanwhile, it was growing. As the days passed, more of it was sticking out of me, more of the time. And it was getting fatter, too, although it was hard to tell at first... it happened gradually, and anyway, the thing was switching from long-and- skinny to short-and-fat all the time, as it worked at getting me off.School was particularly tough. Between the weird clothes and my odd behaviour, I felt like everyone must be looking at me. And whenever the thing inside me put me over the edge, I thought, how could they not know I'm in the grips of a major come? The trouble was, the idea my friends and teachers might actually know I was coming made it all the hotter. I'd look at them, and wonder if Sally's tits were padded or real, or if April's long tongue was rough like a kitten's; and I'd wonder if Mr. Clark, the gym teacher, had a cock as big as mine. It was nearly impossible to think of anything but sex.Meanwhile, my dildo was always squirming. Even the baggy sweatshirt wasn't enough to hide all the activity in my lap - I had to pretend to take up knitting, of all things. Mostly, I lay low. I kept mostly to myself at recess and lunch; I begged out of Gym class with 'girl' problems, although I still had to sit in the bleachers (and ogle Mr. Clark). Luckily, there's never much work to do at the end of the year. The few times Miss Stacey called on me to answer a question in class, I could only stammer out something inane. I was completely unfocused - I felt really dumb. Sort of like Wendy, the blond girl at the back of the room who never seemed to be listening. I'd think about her, too - wonder if she was dreaming about someone sucking her clit, or maybe had something shoved up her twat. Which was a bit uncharitable, considering my own situation, given that I'd soon be whispering, "Oh my God, here it comes again!"Every day I would pull off my clothes, as soon as I got home - my top to get it off my nipples, and my skirt to get better access to my clit. Then I would make up for all the orgasms I had somehow managed to bottle up during the day. When I had to come out of my bedroom for dinner, on went the dumpy clothes again. My mother just told my father I was going through a phase. I was always hungry and ready for bed by eight. Then, it was a major relief to strip off once more. I slept naked, with the heat turned up and my bedding thrown off. Luckily, my dildo seemed to sleep when I did, but it was stimulating me again bright and early every morning. I could hardly wait to get back to Auntie's and find out what was happening to me.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 44 |
wifest2.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/25/wifest2.txt | Pam walked by and said that she was leaving for the day and if I needed anything to call her. As she walked away I was thinking, "Pam, the Majors wife is a cheat and she has a black lover. Well, now maybe I am as good as she and can become a cheat also and have me a young black lover. I could feel a tingle in my clit as I say there dreaming about Leroy and what it would be like to wake up with him in bed with me."When it came time to close, Leroy came by and started helping me straighten things up in the club, and we finished up in the music room. Leroy suggested that we relax and listen to some music, which sounded good to me. He soon said something like, "In Alabama, where I am from, it is not proper for a darkie like me to be sociable with a white women especially one that is married."I said, "Leroy, this is not Alabama and besides I think you are very nice and someone I like very much." I could tell that he was thinking of something else and he mumbled,"Would you dance with me?"I took his hand and smiled and giggled and said, "If you promise to hold me tight", and giggled some more. With that we were dancing close and the heat was rising very rapidly as I could feel his manhood was erect and pressing against my tummy.I felt his hands move down to my bottom as he pulled me closer and we were doing a slow grind on each other. I said, "Leroy, do you want to go home with this white wife?" He kissed me hard and we went to my car and on to my house.Upon arrival, I led him to the bedroom, flipped on the light, as I wanted to see this handsome young black stud that I was about to enjoy. We both rapidly removed each others clothes and I stood back a moment and almost had an orgasm when I saw this handsome jet black young man with a rigid black rod ready for me to take. I kissed it briefly and moved to the bed, opened my legs and received a hot and horny young airman who pumped with all his might as I had several orgasms. Then I felt his seed being thrust into my husband's secret garden. We lay there a few minutes in each others arms, then Leroy said, "What would that Red Neck Alabama husband or yours say about this Alabama darkie planting his black seeds in his sexy white wife?" I replied, "I think he would not be very happy, but I am very pleased with what I have right now and hope my Alabama darkie will want to take care of this white married woman again real soon". Leroy kissed me and said, "I will be back for some more of the best loving I have ever had." I told Leroy that I was glad I had broken his taboo and that I was his woman till my husband came home.END |
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punish.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/21/punish.txt | Black and white sex is a common thing nowadays, though interracial punishment is not.About a year ago, I witnessed a black on white spanking. But it was a black woman doing it. Having a lady friend named Joanne, who is into black cock. But being married and her husband not knowing about this, she has to be very careful.Knowing Joanne for many years, she has asked me to chaperone on several of her encounters with black men. With her husband often being out of town on business during the week. I offered to take her to some motel and apartment meetings.Joanne being a mature, shapely lady, 45 years old, 5'5", 120 lbs. with a nice, wide ass, the younger black men love fucking her.Meeting one particular man that advertised in a local swingers magazine. Joanne loved the size of his penis, a thick 9 1/2" and mild demeanor. Taking her over to his apartment for intercourse seemed to work out fine. More privacy than a motel room.On their 4th date I was in the living room watching TV, while Joanne was in the bedroom getting it. When I heard the front door being un-locked and opened. Looking over, I saw a tall black women walk in. Asking me where her boyfriend was, I was too nervous to answer and just stared at her height, appearing to be well over 6 feet in high heels with long, shapely legs, very visible under the short skirt.Hearing the bed creaking and Joanne's heavy panting, she opened the bedroom door and looked inside. Not noticing her. Larry was still stroking Joanne until she opened her eyes and cried out, "Oh no!" Jumping up off the bed he tried to explain the situation to Carla without luck.After bawling Larry out, Carla told him to leave the room and she would deal with this black cock, white slut. As he left the bedroom and closed the door, I stared at his long, black cock coated with Joanne's cum. Hearing Carla's loud voice running her down. We then heard Joanne pleading with the sound of a struggle. Being nervous but still aroused, The next sound was a steady, loud slapping noise. We could tell Joanne was getting a spanking. a very hard one. Listening a few minutes at her yelps and grunts of pain, we slowly opened the door and looked inside.Sitting on the edge of the bed, Carla had the totally Joanne across her long legs, slapping her now red, wide ass. Struggling to get up, Joanne was no match for Carla's strength as she pinned her down across her long lap and continued the spanking. With tears flowing from her eyes, Joanne begged Carla to stop. After a good 10 more minutes of hard spanking with blisters beginning to appear on her wide ass, Carla released Joanne and she fell on the floor squirming in agony.After Carla ran her down some more about being a black cock, white slut. Joanne apologized for fucking her boyfriend and promised that it wouldn't happen again. Believe me, this was a sight to behold. Seeing The now submissive Joanne, standing naked before Carla rubbing her sore bottom with her head bowed, telling her she was sorry. I would have nearly given my right arm for a camera.Needless to say, Joanne hasn't seen this gentleman again. But, sometimes I think that this was a set-up situation, for a black lady to punish a white woman. After this happening, Joanne had to be careful that her husband didn't see her naked until the black and blue marks went away.Since then, Joanne still has a craving for black cock, but we only have motel meetings now. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out ofthe hands of children. They should be outside playingin the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 21 |
acciden.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/20/acciden.txt | I just cannot understand why Diana has so many"accidents" since she has become my wife. Before, shenever ... I guess that's confusing, so let me startover.My name is Steve and I'm a retired military officer. For copyright reasons, I can't tell you my last nameor Diana's maiden name. I had been in love with Dianafor many years before she finally and suddenlyaccepted my long-standing proposal of marriage. Besides the length of our courtship, starting backduring WWII, there is nothing too unusual about that. What's unusual is that Diana, although I didn't knowthat was her name at the time, is a superheroine. Ican't be too explicit, except to say she's a woman whois wonderfully stacked, wears a skimpy star-spangledcostume, and goes around saving the world.Well, I actually do a good bit of the saving, but shealways gets the credit. I think the TV crews justlove to zoom in on those DD boobs as she hands the madscientist, alien monster, or political terrorist overto the authorities. Take the caper just before wemarried.Something, a meteorite supposedly, had crashed into aremote ranching area out west. Soon reports beganarriving of women in the area being molested by somesort of creature. International Defense IntelligenceAgency sent me and the superheroine I loved toinvestigate. I interviewed the women while shescoured the area for the spaceship, for that's whatIDIA now thought it was.The stories I got from the women were all similarlyvague. A creature, described always as large, dark,and humanoid, attacked women when they were alone. The descriptions of the creature were all prettydisgusting - snouts, multiple limbs - but the womendidn't seen upset about the attack. None couldremember much, but they got a kind of happy, dreamylook on their faces when they tried. Stranger still,several of the husbands pulled me aside later to tellme that since the "attack" their wives had been actingquite odd, not that they were complaining. Let metranscribe my notes of one typical statement:"It's great, buddy! Suddenly Mary Jane wants to do itall the f_ _ _ ing time, I mean like EVERY DAY. And Iused to have to threaten to let my mother move in withus to get a BJ; now she's turned into an addict. Sheloves to kneel there in front of me and suck on myrod. I swear, I think she orgasms just from having itin her mouth. She doesn't get tired, but she does getso worked up that she just has to get f _ _ _ed. Shebegs me for it. And before she would never let me eather; now she can't get enough of that, either, exceptshe gets so worked up and wants me to ... like Isaid.""Hell, she wants sex so bad all the time I've beenable to get her to act more like a woman, likeditching all those goddamned pantyhose and ordering abunch of sexy stockings and bras from the mail-ordercatalogue. And I've got her actually wearing the sexypajamas I've been buying her for Valentine's day andanniversary since we married. When we go out squaredancin' she wears skirts short enough to make mybuddies envious, and around home, she just runs aroundin scanties.""But the best thing, and this was her idea, she saysshe's going let me knock her up again, like I've beenwantin' to ever since our youngest went off to school. From the first time we f_ _ _ ed after the attack,she didn't make me wear a condom. She's promised toquit her job at the bank and stay home raisin' me awhole second family."I just hoped the maternity ward in the littlecommunity hospital could handle the business!I finished the interviews in less than a day but Dianahadn't come back to the Hotel, (separate rooms<sigh>), so I went looking for her. I had a devicethat homed in on her invisible plane and found it nearthe mouth of a cave. Nearby I saw the remains of thecrashed alien spacecraft, cleverly disguised to looklike the remains of a weather balloon. As Iapproached, I though I heard the sounds of a struggle. Entering the cave I saw Diana in combat with a largedark humanoid opponent. I smiled to see she had thebest of him. He was on his back and Diana was bangingher self up and down on his abdomen, crying out "Yes!Yes, you monster. Like that." She was apparentlytrying to knock the wind out of him and was pleasedwith the way things were going. I noticed that in thestruggle, her top had come off and I got my first peekat those twin mountains I'd been dreaming about.Unfortunately just at that moment, the creature gainedthe upper hand, somehow being able to flip Diana overso that he was now on top. I was now able to see hisadvantage. Besides two strong arms he had twotentacles growing from his chest and he was using themto torment poor Diana's breasts. Worse, I hadn'tnoticed when he did it but he had gotten yet anothertentacle in her, er, feminine parts. The pain musthave been terrible for Diana was incoherent,screaming, "Oh, no, not my tits! Uuuuuh! Great Herayou're big. You're splitting me in two. AHHHH!"I saw my poor Diana suffering terribly, but I could donothing. She was flailing her head from side to sideand moaning so that I couldn't get off a clear shot. Then the creature went rigid shuddered and threwhimself down onto Diana, letting out an ear-splittingroar. Whatever he did must have hurt Diana, too, forshe screamed too and passed out. The creatureremained on her for a few minutes and then crawledoff, a huge satisfied smile on his disgusting face. Iincinerated him instantly with a blast from myIADI-issue laser pistol.Diana was still only half conscious when I got herback to the hotel and cleaned off gob and gobs of asticky blue goo that the monster had leaked all overher. There even seemed to be some in her er, feminineparts, because after cleaning her up, more kept oozingout and running down her leg. Strangely while she wasunconscious, she had a little smile on her face, maybebecause she realized she was safe with me. Strangerstill was her reaction when she regained consciousnessand I told her about killing the monster. She musthave still been in some kind of shock, because shebroke down, sobbing, "But he was so good, so big. Hewas the best!" It was almost as if she had lost alover.She soon came to her senses, however, and severalweeks later Diana, my secretary, who had always beenIDIA's contact with its resident superheroine, had amessage from her for me. "She has surprise for you,if you'd like to meet her at my house for a drinkafter work." Since I knew Diana was a respectablewoman and nothing untoward would happen, I accepted. When we arrived and closed the door, Diana gave alittle twirl and suddenly, there was the woman, thesuperheroine I loved. Giggling like a schoolgirl,Diana explained that she and my superheroineheartthrob were one and the same woman. "I'm thesurprise." That was when she told me that after thatlast rescue, she had thought it over and had decidedto marry me, "And let you take care of me all thetime, darling."I was so happy that I got a little carried awaydrinking wine and, I'm ashamed to admit, we wound uphaving sex that night even though we were not marriedyet. At least I guess that's what happened. The lastI remember Diana and I were in bed and she pulled downher star spangled tights and let me worship her, er,feminine parts. The next morning she told me I hadbeen wonderful, but that we mustn't do it again untilthe honeymoon. I agreed that was the proper thing,but I did wish I had been able to remember doing theimproper thing for the first time.I'd barely moved in with her, a surprisingly largehouse for her salary as a secretary, and startedplanning the wedding, when Diana had another surprisefor me. "Darling, we're going to he hearing thepitter-patter-putter of little feet around here!" shetold me. I was a little confused, wondering if it waspossible to make Diana pregnant on just one night whenI couldn't even remember "doing it." But Diana was sohappy, I had to be happy for her too. I rememberedthe night we made love the first time (I guess) shehad told me she wanted to have lots of little ones andthat I'd better like being married to a pregnantwoman, because that's how she was going to stay. Iliked the idea, I just never expected it to start sosoon.Diana still insisted that she should "save herself"(at least what was left) for me until the wedding sowe couldn't have sex, but that oral sex, at least melicking her, er, feminine parts didn't count. Ipointed out that a US President had said that blowjobsdon't count as sex either, but Diana was adamant thatgood girls didn't do that until after they weremarried. (Unfortunately, I later discovered shebelieves that decent wives don't do it either, atleast not with their husbands.)I think this was about the time things really startedto get weird. My fiancée was still very much thesuperheroine, flying off thither and yon, leaving meto take care of the house and wedding arrangements. But whereas before she was always successful in herexploits, now she came staggering home defeated timeand again. She admitted that when she faced acriminal, or terrorist, or alien life form, more oftenthan not, she wound up with some sort of male organ inher. She said that my being there to soothe her poorbattered, er, feminine parts with my tongue showed howmuch I loved her and made her love me all the more.Eventually, I began to suspect that the sexual abuseby her opponents wasn't exactly involuntary. "OK,it's the pregnancy, darling. Just thinking abouthaving an offspring inside me makes me horny all thetime. As soon as some villain pats my toosh orsqueezes a tit or slides a finger or tentacle into my,er, feminine parts, I just get so aroused, I have tolet him have his way with me. For example theOctothorian I tried to capture last week. I struggledas hard as I could. It was so terrible darling! Ithas its disgusting tentacles all over me, and I domean all over me...."It came out that her defeat at the hands, or assortedextremities, of these foes even included giving theBJ's she denied me. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but whenI have a big drooling organ in my face I just have tosuck it. Seems I'm just so weak when I'm around apowerful male of any species."That did not make me feel too good, as Diana was nottoo weak around ME to keep telling me to wait untilafter the wedding. She did relent, however, and agreeto get me off with a hand job after I'd cleaned up herspawn, or seed, or ichor-filled, er, feminine partsespecially well.Once she started to show, she did slow down andstopped accepting off-Earth assignments to battlesic-fi monsters. The constant defeats were doingnothing for her reputation, anyway. "Slowing down,"on the other hand may not be quite the right word. She did get involved in an undercover operation thatshe couldn't tell even me anything about. Itconsisted of her dressing in mufti, spikey heels, tinylittle miniskirts, and garish makeup, and going out tobars and clubs several nights a week. I told her shelooked like a slut, but she just kissed me. "Do youreally think so, darling? Thank you!"Worse than the whorish clothing she had to wear onthese assignments, was the way she came home afterthem. Her make-up would be runny, her skirt andblouse torn and soiled, runs in her stockings and herhair disheveled. She never came home with panties, ifshe left with any. Diana looked like she'd been f_ __ ed six ways from Sunday, which I guessed she had. When I asked her if she wasn't just going out to f_ __ guys for fun, she became really hurt. "How can yousay that darling? It's true I have a weakness for bigmacho types because of the pregnancy, and I dosometimes get carried away and let several guys do meone after the other, but YOU are the only man I love. YOU are the man who is going to marry me and who willbe the daddy of all our children," she pouted. Thatdid make me feel a little better, but I was stillfrustrated that so many other men were getting to f_ __ her pretty, er, feminine parts and I wasn't.The only good thing was that at least the f_ _ _-sauceI lapped out of her, er, feminine parts tasted betternow. (Some of those aliens had REALLY foul-tastinggoo!) Well, another good thing was that I had gottenso good at eating her, er feminine parts, that she wasletting me do it even when she wasn't full of somevillain's come. Then, too, she was giving me handjobs more regularly now and seemed to be growingattached to my "cute little thingie."As Diana's belly swelled, her "undercover" activitiesbecame more extreme; sometimes she didn't come in fordays, especially when she had to work Shrinerconventions and frat parties. I asked her how it wasshe was able to f_ _ _ up a storm with out loosing hersuperpowers but she explained that since she was beingoverpowered by lust caused by the pregnancy, shewasn't really "giving herself" to a man. "They justtake me," she giggled.Still, I was concerned enough by her activities toinsist on accompanying her to one of her visits to hergynecologist. The large bald head and leering eyes ofDr Lexlu Thor (if I got his name right) didn't inspireconfidence in me, but Diana certainly liked him. Assoon as we got into his office she fairly flew intohis arms and got a very un-professional lookingsmooch. He wasted no time beginning his examination,grabbing her ass and beginning to palpate it even asthey kissed."So how's my big preggy girl?" he chuckled. "Let'shave a look at you." I had always thought that thepatient undressed herself privately and slipped onsome kind of gown, but Dr. Thor was helping Dianashuck her clothes as quickly as possible, as if hewere eager to f _ _ _ her. "Man o man, Diana," hemarveled and he ran a tape measure around her barebelly, "Another two inches since last Tuesday. Ithink you'd better be prepared for a multiple. Andthese jobbies!" I though he was feeling of herbreasts in a rather too-friendly way as he shook hishead in admiration. "What are you up to now, honey,EEE? I guess you're ready for however many littlemouths you have to feed."Laying her down on the examination table and puttingher feet up in those stirrups, he began an intenseexamination of her breasts. She didn't seem to mind,for whenever he asked how it felt, she just moaned,"Oh, good, soooo gooood!" Proclaiming himselfsatisfied with the development of her breasts, Dr.Thor moved on to inspect "your business end." I wasrather alarmed at the size of the instrument he beganslowly to insert into Diana's, er, feminine parts. Atfirst I thought she found it uncomfortable, for shewas grunting and moaning, but once it was all the wayin, and the doctor began rhythmically moving it in andout until she became used to it, she seemed to find italmost pleasant. "Oh yes, speculum me, speculum me!"she gasped.I was even more surprised to see what came next. Dr.Thor was asking how well and how often she wasorgasming when he seemed to take seriously Diana'sjocular reply, "Why don't you come see." Apparentlythis optional part of the examination consisted in thedoctor inserting his fingers and then his tongue intoher, er, feminine parts, just as if he were giving heroral sex. Her reaction, repeated, spasming climaxeswere similar, too. I was a little hurt; I though shecould only come that hard with me, but I supposed thathe was a women's doctor and had the practice of doingthis with several women every day. I'd never seen agynecological examination before.Eventually I was able to get in my questions whetherit was wise for Diana to continue going out at night,letting all kinds of strange men f_ _ _ her. "Itcertainly is NOT," he replied and looked down at Dianafrowning. My heart skipped with joy. "You know whatI've told you, my dear, you MUST confine yourself tothe really big, well hung ones. They're the ones whocan give you the massive orgasms that are so good forwhat's in here." He gave her naked tummy anaffectionate pat. Diana said she was trying, butsometimes the best she could do was a seven or eightincher, although she admitted they didn't do much forher.Lexlu Thor looked pensively at her for a moment andwrote out a prescription. "I'm afraid, my dear thatyou've reached the stage where you need more reliablestimulation than picking up guys hit or miss in barsand clubs, even inner city ones. The StanleyOrgasmatic is just what the doctor ordered, fifteeninches and 750 watts of pure pleasure for your, er,feminine parts!"Then he asked her if she was ready for her weeklylubrication. "Oh baby, am I!" she responded. As wellas I can make out, Dr. Thor believed that the, er,feminine parts of a pregnant woman needed to be"lubricated" frequently with male semen. I'd neverheard of that, but medical science is creating newwonders every day, so I didn't object. Diana' legswere still obscenely splayed on the table and to mysurprise, the doctor merely dropped his pants, walkedup, and thrust his male member directly into Diana'srather moist, er, feminine parts. Apparently she waseager to get the procedure over with rapidly becauseshe was imploring him, "Faster you b _ _ _ _ _ d,faster! Lubricate me, lubricate me! Oh, s _ _ t yes,oil my gears!"After the doctor delivered a rather astonishing volumeof lubricant into Diana's, er, feminine parts, Iexpected the procedure to be complete, but such wasnot the case. Lowering the table and releasingDiana's feet from the stirrups, he had her turn ontoher stomach and raise her ass so he could applylubricant from a different angle. I had to admire thedoctor's thoroughness and wondered how many years ofmedical school were required to develop his technique. As he vigorously lubricated her again, it lookedremarkably like what some of my friends had called a"doggy f _ _ _." I knew this was deeply humiliatingto Diana, notwithstanding her moans and grunts thatmight be taken for enjoyment, and I realized just whatsacrifices a mother was willing to make for the goodof her child. When she came again, I cried for joyand pride, thinking, "You're a wonder, woman."Diana was almost comatose when we left the clinic. Ihad to leave her unattended as I received theastonishing bill:Gluteal Examination $ 35.00Disrobing $ 45.00Table prep $ 25.00Abdominal cadaster $ 75.00Breast examination ($15.00/cup size 9 x 2 x 15 $270.00Observation by SO $100.00Standard lubrication $100.00Underbody lubrication $150,00 Total $800.00It certainly was a detailed bill, if on the high side,but I didn't argue, being in a hurry to get Dianahome. I knew that after a session like thisafternoon, I would have a big job of soothing on myhands, or rather, all over my face.I have to say that Stanley Orgasmatic is a godsend! The undercover assignments practically disappeared asDiana became too busy with her new friend. She stillliked me to wake her up with a tongue in her, erfeminine parts, but right after breakfast, I noticethe lights dim when Diana powered up that monster forthe first session of the day. I've had to installthree-phase wiring for our bedroom as a safetyprecaution.The rest of the pregnancy proceeded tranquilly. Dianaate -- Lord how she ate -- and came and slept. Godshe looked beautiful in that over-stretched lycracostume, the panties soaked with her, er, feminineparts-juice, peacefully zonked after a multi-orgasmicencounter with Stanley. She must have put on 50-60lbs. and I was hoping that she would keep most of thegain in bust and hips.Diana was about seven months gone when we finally gotthe wedding arranged. Dr. Thor gave the bride away. Diana looked so gorgeous as she waddled down the aisleon Lexlu's arm. They say all brides are beautiful andthat all pregnant women glow. Diana's beauty wasincandescent!The honeymoon, on the other hand, left a lot to bedesired, from my point of view. Diana was very sorry,but at that late stage in her pregnancy she justdidn't feel like doing it with me. I could haveunderstood that, but she did feel like doing it withthe resort's bell boys, lifeguards, and assorted beachbums. The only saving grace was that she didn't letthem see her in costume. They never dreamed that thehorny pregnant bride they were f _ _ _ ing was thesuperheroine they'd been masturbating over for years.Diana went into labor only days after we returned. She seemed happy enough when they brought in a pink,very healthy looking boy, but kept looking at himstrangely, as if searching for something. She had nosooner plugged one of those amazing breasts into theinfant's mouth than she let out a whoop of joy. "Oh,Steve, darling, look. Look!" At first I didn't seewhat she was talking about. Them I did and my heartsank. From the middle of his chest had sprung twosmall, but active tentacles that were wrapped aroundDiana's breast. "Isn't that wonderful, Steve? He canmorph! He can morph just like his fa ... Oh,darling, aren't those the cutest little suckers you'veever SEEN? Our boy is going to be sooo popular inHigh School with the cheerleaders. You have no IDEAwhat it's like being kissed while having your tittiestickled, your clit licked, your, er, feminine partsfilled, and your bum hole rogered simultaneously!"Admittedly I did not. Still I was miffed."OK, Steve, I can understand you are unhappy not to bethe father, darling, but you'll be his DADDY. You'llteach little Stevie to hunt and fish and playbaseball. And I'll teach him to feel up the littlegirls on the school bus and get into his teachers'panties." I was not really mollified, wondering howI'd feel about him fielding an infield fly with gloveson each of four upper tentacles. I guess myunhappiness showed."Don't worry, sweetheart, Steve Jr. was just anaccident. It happens to lots of couples, the wifegets pregnant a little sooner than they wereexpecting. We'll just have to be more careful in thefuture." I could have pointed out that it was SHE whoneeded to be more careful, but I said nothing."I don't believe it! He's so little!" Dianaexclaimed. "Look, already a little drop!" I lookedto see what she was talking about. Sure enough, atthe tip of Stevie's little third leg, a drop of greengoo had formed. Even as Stevie continued to nursefrom Diana's bloated tits like there was no tomorrow,Diana reached down and took the drop and brought it toher lips. "Oh, it's so good! Just like his fa... Oh,oh,ohhhhhh!" she suddenly exclaimed. I had heard thatwomen sometimes became excited when nursing, but thiswasn't excitement, it was a f _ _ _ ing come! The airreeked of sex and I immediately knew my duty. Even asthe aftershocks were dying away, I had my mouth ontoDiana's, er, feminine parts, sucking as vigorously asStevie was upstairs.Once Diana was home from the hospital she promised tobe faithful from then on and to let me make herpregnant next time, but before I got the chance shewas off on another superheroine adventure. I was leftto give little Stevie his formula every three hours(God how that kid could bawl!), change his diapers(God how that kid could s _ _ _!), and take care ofthe house.When Diana got back - battered but beautiful - I waseager to at last f _ _ _ my sexy wife, but it was notto be. "Not, yet, darling, I'm still sore from thatmean old android. Who'd have thought that a machinecould f _ _ _ so well!"Certainly not I. His metallic phallic goo tastedworse than Thugurian swillseed!By the time she was fully recovered from heradventure, she had another surprise. "Looks like I'vehad another little 'accident,' darling," she tittered."How can you call this an 'accident,'" I demanded"Well, I'm sorry, but how was I to know that yummythick goo it squirted in my twat was Joker's GMsemen?""Yummy?""Well, of course I had to taste it before I could letsome out-of-control machine fill my, er, feminineparts with who knows what. What kind of and easy laydo you think I am?"I didn't know what to say, then or since. All I knowis that except for that first time (?), I've notmanaged to get my prick into Diana's well-used twat. Nevertheless, she had made me the daddy to quite amenagerie of offspring, human and otherwise, oneaccident after another.The EndComments, please toHomer [email protected]~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out ofthe hands of children. They should be outside playingin the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 20 |
april4.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/47/april4.txt | Alex and Cali told April about their plans for a little orgy, and now the sex that had been going on between them was out in the open. April was excited and wanted to get started right away. And, she said they must include Damon.The problem was where to stage the delicious event. Damon's room was out: his father had returned from the conference and was now around the house. In fact each of their homes was out of the question because too much danger of discovery. None of them felt so good about the woods since it was too uncomfortable. The old equipment shed at the ball field was also out for that reason, and also it wasn't private enough. Finally, they settled on the back room of the Arcade.April had told Alex about Tom giving her a ride from there after she and Alex had fucked, but it didn't concern Alex much, nor did the other two give it any thought. In the marvelous self-centered innocence of teenagers, they thought they were pretty cleaver at deceiving adults: since Tom hadn't mentioned it to them, they thought he did not know that April had come from the Arcade when he offered her a ride. They went ahead confident that Tom was in the dark.They made plans for next Sunday since that day would give them extra time before the place opened at noon, and hour later than usual.The kids tossed off their clothing and were touching each other while over the quiet town they could hear the bells from the Baptist Church in which their parents were worshipping. Discarded with each item of clothing was a bit of the hypocrisy forced upon them by the society in which they were born, and with each touch they acquired a more splendid awareness of their fine animal bodies and nature. The tip of Alex's beautiful cock touched Cali's warm tongue as the minister started his sermon. As April lifted the nipples of her breasts toward Damon so he could lick them, the minister said young people need guidance in today's damnable world. As Alex buried his face between Cali's widespread thighs, the minister condemned licentious behavior on the part of youngsters. When Damon began to nibble Cali's ass cheeks, the minister warned of the punishment that would follow sin. When the minister said the devil could tempt one off the path of righteousness, April put her finger in Alex's ass. When Damon sucked on her toes the man of God told his flock to abide in the Lord. When Cali began too lick April's swollen clit, the churchman condemned the abomination of same sex marriages. Stay pure for the Lamb said the pastor, as Alex slid his cock into Cali's ass. As April opened her mouth to receive Damon's beautiful dick, the Reverend shouted the danger of too much drink. As Alex moved behind Damon and as Damon's ass finally received Alex's cock, the man of the cloth told of the perils of fornication.For Damon, having his buddy's cock in his ass was a dream come true, but the workout Alex gave him made him gasp and sweat. The pain and the pleasure were all mixed up in one strong emotion. Now he knew how April must have felt to have taken Alex that first time. While the girls watched and masturbated themselves slowly, Alex and Damon fell into a rhythm that was urgent and powerful.Later, Damon stretched across the couch and April climbed up above him to lower her pussy onto his lips. Alex knelt between Damon's outspread thighs and lapped his friend's rigid dick. Cali got on the floor under Alex, her back resting against a cushion in between Damon's legs. All she had to do was open her mouth to take Alex's cock deep into her throat very comfortably, and at the same time fondle his ass with her warm wet fingers. She thought of all the times she had done this alone with him: it was no longer a secret between just the two of them. But now she also had Damon's beautiful body to play with. A fine boy. And April. Delicious April. How often she had sat next to her and wondered how her friend's pussy would feel in her hands and against her mouth. How often she had let Pete lick her own pussy and imagine it was April's tongue down there. If this made her a lesbian she didn't care. All the kids at school bragged so much about the fucking and sucking they were doing. And everybody put down gay sex but they all wanted to try it.For Alex, this little group fuck that he arranged was another on his growing list of sexual adventures. He wasn't one to analyze events, but only to enjoy what happened to him and accept and give pleasure when he could. He was a good companion, and it honestly and simply pleased him that with his cock and mouth and with his fingers he was able to give such great pleasure to his friends. That was enough to satisfy his mind.They were precocious and healthy teenagers being educated in good private schools, and would go on to good careers and marriages and have children. They could expect a bright future. But in the meantime they demanded the right to have a sex life of their own choosing and to experiment and explore each other together. Just as their ancestors had been emancipated from slavery and their grandparents liberated from segregation, now they were taking their rightful place. So too would they liberate themselves from sexual bondage in the face of an ignorant society still sick with the fear of guiltless sex.From his vantage point at the keyhole Tom could observe the lean and buff bodies in their frolic. He could see enough of the action to make him sweat and tremble. He didn't have the nerve to move but knew he must. He unlatched the door and opened it slowly.Now there was no barrier between him and them. He stood and watched for what seemed a long time. The youngsters were so engrossed in themselves none took notice.Cali was the first to see him and she went rigid as a board. This communicated itself instantly to the others and there was a sudden scrambling pig pile confusion as the four reacted automatically to cover their vulnerable parts against his gaze. The emotion that had been absent from their play, shame, now seized them forcefully. The shame, which they deeply resented, came not from their actions but from what they thought were Tom's judgment of their actions. He represented the adults, and the white adults at that. He represented the force that controlled and punished children. He was the force that condemned to death. He was the man who whipped the slaves and who screwed whichever young and pretty one of them he chose. The symbol he represented to them was too deep in their consciousness to allow them to see Tom as who he was at that moment. He was in fact a trembling nervous wreck and had instantly regretted the intrusion he had made. His dick was hard and obvious in his pants but he was rooted to the spot and couldn't move. They all stared at him with blank eyes but terrified hearts. It was a dangerous moment because it was four of them against one. The powerful flow of their sex drive had been interrupted brutally. The group mind had been at work. They could claim he lured them there. They could claim he threatened them. What if they killed him? Could they get away with it?The frozen moment seemed to last forever. April began to think first. This man was her mother's lover. This man, this white man, had given her mother comfort and companionship. This man had lay next to her mother and touched and stroked her, and now April knew more fully what that meant. He visited at Christmas time and called when her mother was sick. And there was more April didn't know. Alex remembered the man as a kind and fair boss with a good sense of humor. He remembered how nervous he'd been his first day at work at how Tom had smiled and made him feel good. And the time off he allowed for his birthday, and other favors he did for Alex. He recalled the bonus Tom gave him at the end of last summer to see him off to school. This man was not bad. He was more like them than not.The fear turned to sympathy and they both saw him now more clearly. He was just Tom. He wasn't white, he wasn't black. He was just Tom, a good man with a hard cock. He wasn't young, he wasn't old. He was just in need, like them. He was as much in need of the touching and sucking and fucking as were they. He didn't know how much in need he was. April stood before him and he stepped toward her. Alex remained still. She looked so small next to his six foot frame. He touched her cheek with the tips of his fingers and tears filled his eyes. The girl fixed him in her gaze, then took the middle finger of his right hand and pushed it deep into her cunt. She gasped at the deep penetration. After a while she removed his finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked on his finger slowly and very deliberately.The others stood transfixed. What they did not know was that a very deep and basic communication was going on between April and Tom, a communication that totally excluded everyone and everything around them. Tom and April now realized how they were linked together, that her mother's lover, now soon to be her lover also, had taken her long gone father's place and that she was somehow about to complete something started by her father when she was six years old and he had stimulated her with his fingers. She was going to let him fuck her. Tom was going to substitute for her father.For his part, Tom knew that he loved her and now realized it for the first time. He was childless and he had made a substitute of her also. He had always asked about her, and fussed over her when she was little, and always seemed glad when she visited the Arcade, and glad when there was good news about her. Later, when she entered puberty, he drew back. He dropped to his knees and began kissing her musky thighsEventually, April lay back on the couch and lifted her legs wide. Still staring into his eyes, she reached down with her long fingers and spread open her labia to him, offering him her sperm slick wet near-virgin pussy. He knelt before it and holding her thighs in his tanned and hairy arms, leaned forward and took the offering.There were no words spoken by anyone.Tom felt himself being undressed. He was in no condition to notice by whom. He and April were in a sort of delirium. Eventually, after a long time, he could feel the cock up his ass. Later, he knew that someone was sucking his dick. He knew that someone had climbed above April. He knew that he had fucked April. And they had helped. It didn't matter anymore. He wasn't black or white anymore. Neither were they. There were no barriers. What mattered was that everyone was fucking everyone else. What mattered was that there was cock and cunt and ass and tits and mouth and that they were used without guilt. That Sunday, the Arcade opened later than usual. EndComments welcome: [email protected]~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 47 |
babysit.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/27/babysit.txt | My name is Cheryl and I want to tell how I lost my virginity and how I fell in love with an older guy and I still love him, dearly.It started several years ago, when I was baby-sitting for some friends of my mom and dad. I was 15 and had developed, early. I had red hair, a nice slim body with 35b titties, and was just starting to enjoy the attention I was getting from boys. My mom wanted me to baby-sit for her friends, across town, on Saturday nights. I told her that I would this week, but I might have a date next week. My parents told me, "NO DATING, YET!"I was pissed and just knew I wouldn't like this baby-sitting job. My first night, I arrived at 6:00pm, and a beautiful blonde woman, about 23 or 24, let me in the door. She was all dressed up in a short dress and looked very pretty. I did notice, however that she had no cleavage. (I was glad I had nice boobies, for the boys to play with.) Then the husband came with their 4-year-old daughter. She was dark headed, like her daddy, and a really cute little girl. He handed her to me and introduced himself, as John and his daughter, as Jilly. The girl came right to me and smiled. We got along real well, right away. I had noticed that the husband was very handsome, about 25-26 years old and looked very sexy, for an "old man". They told me they would be home by about 11:30 and would give me a ride home then.Jllly and I played games, watched TV then I put her to bed about 9:00pm. I sat on the couch and waited for them to return. They returned around 11:20pm. The wife came in and went right up stairs to check on Jilly. The husband asked how it went and I told him just fine. He then checked on Jilly and then walked me to the car to give me a ride home. As I got into the car, I noticed that he glanced at my legs. I liked that. I was wearing a pair of cut-offs that were pretty short and tight. He really seemed to like looking. As he let me out at home, he handed me $30.00 and said, "Thank You."I thanked him and he said to take it and would I baby-sit next Saturday. He said that they would be real late and to ask my parents if I could stay all night.I found myself looking forward to it, cause I liked Jill and it was good money. The next Saturday night I arrived at 6:00pm and both John and his wife gave me a hug goodbye and Jilly jumped into my lap. After I put Jill to bed I decided to put on my PJs since I was staying all night. I put the covers on the couch where I was going to sleep, and climbed in and soon was asleep. Sometime much later, I was woken up by the noise of the couple's feet on the stairs. John's wife ran upstairs to get ready for bed and he came into the living room to check on me. He sat on the couch by me and asked how things had gone. I said that everything was fine. I noticed that he was looking down the front of my PJ tops. The first few buttons must have come apart, while I was asleep. I knew he could see my breasts and my nipples hardened from excitement.I didn't say anything when he slid his hand into my top and rubbed my breasts (God, it felt good). He said that they were really beautiful and sexy, as he played with them. I was getting wet, when I, suddenly thought about his wife and asked, "What about your wife?"He said that he loved her but that she didn't have near the body that I had, as he continued to feel my boobs. Then he said that his wife was asleep and asked if he could just stay with me for a couple of minutes. I didn't answer him, but let him continue touching me. Then he heard his wife calling for him and jumped up and gave me a little hug, and went upstairs. After a few minutes I could hear them having sex. I masturbated then fell asleep.The next morning, as I woke up, and saw John looking down at me. He said, "Good morning young lady, I hope you slept well."I answered that I had, and noticed that he was staring at my breasts again and that he had a nice sized hard-on poking against the fly of his pants. I looked away embarrassed, I felt like I was encouraging him, I felt like a slut. Then he told me to get dressed and he would take me home. He gave me $50.00 and said how about next Friday and Saturday night and I said I'd ask my parents. Before I got out of the car he said he was sorry about touching me last night, but that I had looked so sexy he couldn't help himself. I said it was okay, and I touched his thigh shyly. He smiled and gave me a hug and brushed a breast as we said goodbye.Friday night, I appeared at their house in a mini-skirt and low cut top. The husband squeezed me hello and pulled me close my hand touched his cock.He and his wife left and in about 3 hours later they were back. John carried his wife up to bed. He said she was really drunk and had passed out. When he came back down and then noticed that I had put on a flimsy short nightie he stared at my body.I asked him again, "What about your wife?" He just said that she was passed out and then sat down beside me. I slid my hand over cock and started stroking him. He felt my titties and said he wanted to suck them. I said okay and opened my top. I wanted to suck his cock. He ate my pussy and then put his big old 9" cock up against my virgin pussy and then slowly worked it in me. Then started to push it in and out of me. God, I was on fire. I remember thinking to myself, "I'm having sex, I'm really doing it." It felt strange to have this adult man fucking me like that. It was also exciting and it made me feel light headed.When he groaned and his body bucked on top of me I knew what was happening but I didn't know what to do. I knew that it was dangerous for him to cum in me but I didn't want to sound like a kid by saying so.Finally he slumped on me, breathing hard. I felt something trickling down my inner thigh and knew that it was his spunk. It was hot and cold at the same time and made me wonder what was happening inside my body. Had he made me pregnant? I hoped not.After a while he got up off me and we both adjusted our clothes. That was many years ago. Now that man is my husband, he ended up divorcing his wife and we married when I became 18. We recreate that night all the time because it really turns him on.We have two kids of our own. And our baby sitter is 15 years old and dresses very sexy. I think my husband wants her. If does her, I'll just fuck the teenage boy next door. But that's another story.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*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 27 |
ourgrandmaspony.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/74/ourgrandmaspony.txt | Mom and Dad dropped us off at our Grandma's house early in the morning. They were on their way to Kansas City to do some weekend shopping. The sun was just coming up when Mom knocked on her front door. Seconds later, Grandma opened the door. She was red faced, panting and seemed exhausted. Mom asked if she was okay. She just smiled and said, "Yes, I'm just fine." We were quickly handed over along with the usual message from Mom for us to be good and to help our Grandma. We nodded agreement and then shoved through the closing door. We were quickly hugged by Grandma, saying how big we were getting.Grandma is a soft round lady, whose roundness making her look short but actually, she is as tall as Mom. She was still gasping and very flushed. She was dressed in an old flannelette nightgown and worn fuzzy slippers. She brought us into the kitchen and gave us some chocolate milk she knew we both liked and knew that Mom would never buy. Once seated at the table she took a big breathe and said that she needed to finish something and would be back in a minute. She left and we listened to squeaks as she bound up the stairs. After a second glass of milk, Grandma returned. She was now dressed in a more normal cotton dress and her face was less red. "Well what are we having for breakfast? I am starved how about you two?" she asked. Before we could answer she continued with, "I think, flapjacks would be good, what do you think?" My sister and I immediately agreed. "Okay Steven take Sally and your stuff upstairs and I'll call you when it's ready.My sister and I grabbed our night bags at the door and climbed the stairs to the front guest room where we slept when we were staying over. We had been up for a long ride so we lay on the old double bed waiting for Grandma to call us for breakfast. Just as Grandma called Sally noticed the closet door was ajar and the light was on. We jumped up, shut the light off and headed down stairs to have breakfast. We were fed with as many flapjacks as we could eat and told Granma about what was happening at home and school. We went to help wash and pack away the dishes but told we could clean up after lunch. Sally and I were yawning so Grandma told us to go have a nap and she would check on us later.Sally and I decided that was a good idea and returned to the guest room. Within a few minutes, it was clear that we were not going to fall asleep. Sally got up to go to the closet to see why it was left open with the light on. She opened the door and disappeared. When she didn't return I asked her what she was doing. She said she was exploring. Curious, I got up to see what she was doing. The closet was big and full of lots of boxes and clothes racks and other stuff. What attracted Sally was a large black plastic case that looked like an old sewing machine. It was shiny and had recently been pushed aside and partially covered with an old blanket. As Sally removed the blanket, she said, "Feel it, it's warm." I went over and felt the side and it was almost hot. "What is it?" I asked. Sally told me she didn't know. Sally then flipped the clips and lifted off the lid. It said Wanda's Black Love Seat, Beverley Hill, California on the inside of the lid. Inside was a black leather saddle-like object that resembled a motorbike seat. It was fixed to a base with four rubber discs as legs. It smelled strongly of Vaseline, rubber and sweat. The seat was curved with a hole in the centre of the saddle. It looked like an old vacuum cleaner we used in the garage. Also inside the case, were a number of slots with a clear plastic tube in each. They held attachments just like the vacuum cleaner. "What is it?" I asked.Sally grinned then looked up at me and smiled. "Grandma is a naughty girl. It's Grandma's riding pony," she said as she opened one of the tubes. Inside was a cream plastic cylinder with a name on it. It said Geoffrey's - 45/8 inches long and 21/4 inches diameter, May 2 1992. All up there were 7 tubes. The second held a pink cylinder with the name Ernest - 67/8 inches long and 17/8 inches in diameter and a date. Each tube held a cylinder with a different shape and man's name. Again, I was not sure of what I was looking at and asked Sally what are were. "It's a ladies electric riding pony. It's called a fucking machine. Grandma uses it to ride on when she is masturbating. Look each tube holds a penis shape that fits into the hole like this." Sally quickly attached Ernest to the saddle to show me. "Grandma can then get on it and ride it like she would ride a pony or man." She pulled an electric cord out of the saddle case and said, "See Grandma plugs this into the wall and uses this remote control to make it fuck her, I saw one something like this at Eli's house." I was at first confused as to why Grandma would use a machine to masturbate but when Sally explained that Grandma probably missed Grandpa and wanted something nice to feel inside her pussy. Since the saddle was still warm Sally immediately explained to me why Grandma was so exhausted looking this morning. Sally started to giggle as she looked through the collection of cylinders. "They are all fake penises," she continued. "I bet that each penis is a copy of someone Grandma has fucked." Several were just smooth dowel-like in shape. The rest were soft moulds of erections all fitted with a special base that locked it into the hole in the saddle. One was a strange curved penis that simple said Good-Old backdoor Jack, causing Sally to giggle even more. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Looks like Grandma enjoys being butt fucked too. What a naughty girl," sally repeated. Minutes passed then Sally said, "I wonder which penis she was using when we arrived?" Sally began placing each of the penises to her cheek to see if she could find the warmest one. "This is it, number 5," she said and examined the penis for its name and date. It said #5 Peter, 55/8 inches long and 31/8 inches in diameter, 10th Birthday, March 12th. 1972. Sally took a big breath and said, "I knew it, I knew it." I was again confused and asked Sally to explain. "Look at the name stupid. When is Dad's birthday? What year was it when Dad turned ten?" Slowly I became aware that Sally was telling me that Grandma was riding a penis named Peter when we arrived and more excitingly, that penis represented our father, her son when he was ten years old. That's younger then you. I wonder if Mom knows that Grandma and Dad use to Fuck each other?"Then without us being aware of her presences, Grandma quietly said, "Of cause she does. I still do! Look at box number 4 and see whose name is on it. Sally quickly went through the boxes opening and removing the bright orange penis. It was the biggest of the lot and had the name Paul on it. "That's your Mom's favorite. She had it made when your Uncle Paul turned 15 and your mother started playing with him." Sally looked at Grandma and asked, "Can I try it?" "Of cause you can. Which penis do you want to try first?" she asked Sally. "I want to try number five," Sally whispered. "Good choice, it's my favorite too," was Grandma's reply. Sally quickly disconnected Ernest and snapped Peter into the saddle's hole. Grandma told Sally to open the little tube and to use the lubrication on Peter too and squirt some inside her pussy before she mounted the pony. She told Sally that these were not like a real penis that were self-lubricating. Sally forgot about me and quickly undressed. While Sally was undressing Grandma opened the small tube scooping out the jelly-like substance and spreading it evenly on Peter. When Sally was naked Grandma asked her to spread her legs. She then scooped out a finger full and pushed the dollop of jelly up into Sally's pussy. Sally closed her eyes and bent her knees as Grandma's finger moved in and out Sally's pussy. "It is a fake penis so you have to use a jelly to keep from getting sore," said Grandma as she handed the tube to me. Once Sally was well lubricated, Grandma took the pony out of its case and placed it on the floor of the guest room. Next, she attached the cord and brought the remote control to me. Carefully, Grandma showed me how the pony worked by making Peter move up and down, first slowly then faster. A different button made Peter bend and lastly another button made Peter rotate. "Steven you need to listen to Sally very carefully and do only what she asks. Sally you need to start slowly and experiment until you get it how you like it," Grandma told us.Sally stepped over the saddle then knelt down. I watched as Sally held her pussy lips open and settled over Peter. Peter slowly slipped into Sally's pussy. "Grandma I think it's too big," was Sally's moan. "Go slowly, you should be able to stretch enough if you go slow enough. Lift up and rest then try again" said Grandma. Sally lifted up and smiled. Grandma asked if Sally needed more lubricant but Sally shuck her head no.Within a minute, Sally was lowering herself back down on Peter. She reached the same depth and waited before moving slowly lower. Sally closed her eyes concentrating on her pussy's feelings. This went on for many lifts, as slowly Peter was moving deeper and deeper into Sally's pussy. Finally, Sally said that Peter was all the way in. "Just rest for a while before asking Steven to turn on the pony," was Grandma's advice.As I watched Sally looks at me and say, Turn it on." I switched the remote on and the pony moved slowly in and out her pussy. Sally closed her eyes, opened her mouth and moaned deeply as she began to ride the pony. "Grandma, is daddy still this size?" she asked. Grandmother simply said. "No, he has grown some." Sally was moaning quietly as she experimented with the pony. Within five minutes, she was trotting quickly and grinning. "Grandma I'm going to have an orgasm now" was all that Sally said when she began to ride the pony with strong and full thrusts. Grandma and I watched as Sally orgasmed then told me to switch the controls to a slow gallop. "Oh Grandma that is so good." "Good, now when you want you can try all the different options and penises" was Grandma reply. "If you want we can add to the collection with your favourites too," she commented. Sally looked at me, "Can we make a penis like Steven's. He is my favorite?"Grandma then asked Sally whether she would like to try a different one inside her. Sally nodded yes. "Well, maybe you should try this one," Grandma replied as she returned from the closet with a large shiny black one that was much bigger than the others. Sally looked and nodded agreement and lifted off Peter so Grandma could change the penis. "What is the name on this one Grandma," Sally asked. "He is called Buck Rogers and was gift from your father on my birthday. Your dad hired a big black man to celebrate my 50th birthday." I was then asked me to restart the pony. I watched as Sally lower on to Buck. All Sally said was, "Wow! I did it." She then rode the pony until she was so exhausted she nearly fell off the saddle. "That's enough for now you need to rest. The pony will wear you out if you are not careful," said Grandma helping Sally climb onto the bed. Sally was exhausted she just moaned how good it felt. "Well young man, Sally says you are bigger. I would appreciate a ride from you this morning if you want." It was clear that Sally was not going to be able to ride me, so I quickly agreed to allow Grandma to ride me. Grandma left the room then came back and washed the saddle with a soapy cloth and towel. Afterwards she carefully packed the pony away."Well Steven, are you ready?" She came and quickly undressed me and was pleased with my erection saying, "My goodness, aren't you beautiful. Now lie down next to your sister so I can mount you." I did as I was told and waited for Grandma to climb on top of me. What surprised me was the Grandma was totally without hair. Sally was covered in pubic hairs but Grandma was hairless. Grandma climbed on me just as Sally would do and within a second had me inside her. She looked over at Sally and said, "Oh Sally he feels so good. I miss the real thing so much. If it were not for your father and uncle, I would surely die. Will you share Steven with me?" Sally thought for a moment as if debating the request then said in a teasing way, Oh well, I guess so." Grandma smiled and said, "Thank you, we can call Steven my birthday present for this year. How old are you this year Steven?" she asked.I moaned, "Thirteen..."Grandma said, "Perfect age." Grandma was riding me in a smooth gallop then asked Sally whether I was squirting sperm yet. Sally nodded yes. "Does he taste good?"Sally nodded yes again. "Oh good," was Grandma's reply. I was so excited that I simply squirted inside Grandma. "Oh Steven, that feels wonderful, now I have a new boy who can fill me." Grandma looked at Sally and whispered, "Thank you Sally." Sally just whispered back, "Your welcome, he'll get hard again in a minute. He can squirt several times before he is empty." "Oh how nice," Grandma said, as she began to ride me again.***Mom and Dad collected us from Grandma's Sunday evening for the trip home. Mom asked if we had been good and helped around the house. Grandma just said that we were very helpful and we could come back any time, that's she'd love to have us. "They were as good as that, were they?" Mom said. "Well, we'll see what we can work it out. We didn't quite finish our shopping this week end maybe next month." Mom winked at Grandma as we left the house. 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 74 |
mywife.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/28/mywife.txt | We had always had a good sex life and there was no problem that I knew of during our marriage. My wife was a lovely woman with a beautiful body and loved to share it with me. We had the usual sexual fantasies we told each other about such as her fucking two men and me with two women. We lived in a neighborhood that was small and we had good next door neighbors. They had two little girls about 8 and 10 years old that were very cute and my wife and I had them over to our house all the time. Lisa was the oldest one and Susie the youngest. They each had blond hair and blue eyes as they were lovely children.I never thought anything about it when I would be out of town on business and my wife would have them spend the night with her. It was something I thought she just liked to do, have them come over while I was away.I went out of town one day and had the meeting canceled when I got there. I had to hurry back to the airport to catch the flight home that night as it was the last flight for the day. I would surprise my wife and the girls tonight. I would come home unannounced.I eased into the driveway and parked my car before going to the door and letting myself in. It was late at night and I thought they would be asleep as I went upstairs. I got to the top of the stairs as I heard giggles coming from my bedroom. I knew they were still awake as I could hear their voices. I eased towards my door not wanting to scare them.I then heard my wife say, "Oh, baby, what a sweet little pussy you have. It is so pretty and it tastes so good."I was astonished by this as I crept to the door. I listened for a minute as I heard them talking and playing."Can I suck on your big titties?" one of them asked."If you sit on my face while you do it," my wife answered.I slowly cracked the door just a little to look inside. There was Susie sitting on top of my wifes face and they all were naked! She was eating her little pussy!I watched as my wife took her little body and moved Susies hips as she worked her down onto her tongue. My wife was licking her bare little pussy. I then saw Lisa between my wifes thighs, her head buried between her legs. She was eating my wifes pussy as my wife was eating Susie.They were not aware of me and could not see the door from the angle they were at so I slipped into the room and went to an open closet door. It was a set of bi-folding doors and I eased to get a better view of them. My cock was getting so hard as I reached into my pants to take it in my hand as I watched.There was Lisa spread out between my wifes thighs with her little hairless pussy facing me and Susie had her plump little ass facing me as my wife pulled her to her hungry lips. She was sitting on top of her and rubbing her little cunt up and down as my wife licked away at her.They had stopped for a moment and was starting to talk as I listened."I wish Jim was here to let you watch as he and I fucked," my wife said to them, "I know he would love to taste both of your sweet little pussies.""Do you think her would like to put his thing in my pussy?" asked Lisa."Oh, Yes. I know he would love to slip his thing inside you. He would love to taste your sweet pussy too." she replied."Would he like to put his tongue in mine/" asked Susie."Oh, baby, I know he would just love to taste your sweet little pussy. He loves a smooth one likes yours. He would be so gentle with yours." she answered.I watched as the young girls played with each others pussies as my wife got her dildo and started to slide it in her own pussy."I want to try that one day." said Lisa, "Will you show me how to do it?""I can show you and let you feel it as it vibrates, but it is too big for your small pussy right now. But we can play with it," my wife said.I saw her take the big dildo out of her pussy and told Lisa to lay back as she began to rub her small pussy with it. It was covered in her juices as I saw it glisten as she began to rub it against Lisas hairless pussy. Lisa reached down and held her slit open for it as my wife teased her little cunt with it."Oh, that feels so good! Can we try to put it in? I want to feel it go in me. Please? I want it so bad. Please put it in me," Lisa said as her little hips started to hump her twat to that dildo. "OK, I will try, so let me know if it starts to hurt you. But first I have to get you good and wet." She said as she lowered her head to Lisas tiny pussy.I watched as she licked her small pussy, the tip of her tongue going in a little as it parted her puffy little lips as she held them apart for her. Then I saw her as she took the dildo and brought it back to Lisas puffy little pussy. My wife took her fingers and opened her small lips as she put the big head to her tiny opening."This might hurt a little. But when it goes in it will make you feel so good." my wife was saying as I watched her slick little pussy start to take the head."Oh, it hurts a little. But please dont stop. I want it in my little pussy. I want to see it going in me just we like to see you putting it in yours." said Lisa.Susie was playing with and sucking my wifes tits as she watched the dildo at her sisters pussy. Her little fingers were at her own pussy, moving about as she watched. She was finger fucking herself as my wife slid that dildo to Lisas bare little cunt. She had about two inches in her little pussy as she groaned from the feeling of it in her."Oh, Yes! I like that! Keep it right there. It is making my pussy feel so good. Work it in a little more. Please fuck me with that dick." Lisa was saying as she began to grow accustom the large dildo in her tiny pussy.I watched as my wife lay Susie down by her sister and spread her thighs as my wife took her tongue and brought it to her smooth little pussy while she fucked Lisa with the dildo. She would lick her tiny pussy and then reach over and suck on Lisas small budding tits as she held the vibrating dildo in Lisas pussy."Oh, I wish Jim was here right now to see this. I would fuck him like crazy right now if he was here." said my wife, "I need his big cock in me while I am doing you two girls."Hearing her say that, I stepped out of the closet with my pants off and my cock sticking straight out as I stepped towards the bed."Jim is right here, baby. Now show me what you have for me," I said as I approached them.With a look of astonishment, my wife said, "I want you to let the girls watch as you fuck me. I want your big cock in my hot pussy right now."I eased up behind her as she was on her knees and slid my cock to her wet pussy."I hope you didnt mind me breaking these girls in for us." She said as I rammed my cock home. "They are such sexy little things and they wanted this to happen."My wife was fucking Lisa with the dildo as she was sucking on her small tits as I took Susie and laid her to where I could lick her small pussy as I fucked my wife. I took my tongue and brought it to her smooth, hairless pussy, her puffy little lips so pretty as I licked her slit from top to bottom. She grabbed my head and pushed her tiny pussy to me as Lisa started to cum from that big dildo up her small twat."Oh. Oh. Oh, yes! It is making my little pussy feel so good! Fuck me with that thing. I am cumming! I'm cumming!" shouted Lisa as she thrashed about.At hearing her words we all started to cum, my cock started to erupt its load of hot cum into my wife as she bucked back against me, working her pussy as I shot so deep into her. She was cumming too as so was Lisa. My tongue had the tip in Susie as she bucked against it, trying to fuck her pussy to my probing tongue.We all had cum except Susie and she was satisfied as she sucked on my wifes tits as we sat up. Lisas little pussy was so inviting as my wife took her hands and felt of both their little pussies, saying," It wont be too much longer before you two girls are ready for Jim and his cock."I held it up for them to see as I said, "One day real soon, we will have to let both of you try taking this. Would you like that?"Oh, yes." Lisa said, "But when can we taste it. I want to suck it like my mummy does my daddy.""What about now?" I asked as I held it for her, "You can be the first."She lowered her head to my waiting cock as I took her small pussy and slid a finger into her hot little twat. I felt her as she took the head and sucked on it as I played with her hairless little pussy. My finger was going in without any trouble."Maybe it wont be as long as I thought," I said to my self as I reached for Susie one last time...ENDSome of this is true and I hope you enjoyed my story and let me know if you did. Email me at [email protected] and I will answer your mail.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*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 28 |
club.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/24/club.txt | Joseph had longed for this night. Everyone was always talking about the club but no one would say exactly what went on inside the club. It was rumored that wild sex parties were often thrown for the club members. At 15, all he ever thought about was sex. A lot of the members he met were around his age or a little older. Tonight was to be his initiation into the club. He would finally find out what all the hoopla was about.No one would tell him about their initiation. They just told him not to be embarrassed no matter what. All kinds of cruel or embarrassing tortures went through his head while he sat there in the antechamber to the meeting room. That is what they had called it when they sat him there. It was really the hall outside the club leader's bedroom. He could hear movement going on inside and giggling on occasion. He swore he once heard a female's voice, but he could not be sure. A couple of the guys in the club still had high pitch voices. He looked down at himself. He had worn exactly what he was instructed; a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt. Nothing else. He was not even sure about shoes so he had walked over in bare feet. Shelly had seen him leaving and wanted to know where he was going. He just told her to mind her own business and left out before being asked anything else by his nosy 13-year-old sister.Ideas of them making him run through the neighborhood naked came to mind. He wondered if he shouldn't just get up and leave, while they were still making him wait. But then it was too late. The door opened to reveal Ralph. He was the club leader. He was standing there in just a pair of shorts holding a plastic Halloween mask. It was a non-descript white mask with one of those thin elastic bands for holding it to the face. Ralph handed it to him."Take off your clothes and put this on." He said placing the mask in the initiate's hand.Joseph did not know what to do. The only time he took off his clothes was for a shower. No one beside himself had seen him nude since he was fairly small.Well, he suspected that Shelly sometimes peeked in on him, but she was his sister and did not really count. Ralph saw his hesitation. "Look, if you do not want to be in the club, I can understand. You don't have to do this." "No, no, I do want to be in." Joseph replied as he started to hoist the shirt up over his head. Ralph passed a sly smile while Joseph's face was covered."Good." Ralph said. "Get naked and put on the mask." Joseph only slightly hesitated pulling down the pants; he did not want to risk his membership again. He put on the mask and was standing there in front of his friend wearing only the mask and a fairly limp dick.Ralph looked down at the withdrawn member and smiled slightly. "We will fix that shortly, come inside!"Joseph followed the club leader into his bedroom. The other guys in the club were in here too; there were about 7 in all. They all were also only wearing shorts. What got his attention quickly though was that there on the bed was another person wearing the same mask, and a blanket covered their body. He could not see who it was. "Here is your test!" Ralph's voice brought him to. Joseph looked up at the leader as he walked over to his bed. "You must do exactly as we instruct and you will be in the club. First of all, you are not to speak at any time till it is over."Ralph held onto the corner of the blanket and started to pull it back slowly. Joseph was quickly treated to creamy colored smooth skin that could only be female. When he saw the first small breast exposed, his cock woke up. He felt himself getting harder and harder as more of the naked girl was exposed.The girl suddenly seemed embarrassed and started to cover her tiny breasts with one arm."You have to remain uncovered if you want into the club." Joseph could hear Ralph say to the girl and she quickly put her arm down by her side. Joseph suddenly realized he was not the only one being initiated into the club this evening."You come here." Ralph indicated to Joseph.Joseph came over and stood next to Ralph just as the last of the naked body was exposed. The girl was just starting to develop her curves. Her hips flared out ever so slightly in a way that Joseph found extremely sexy. This was also the first time he had ever seen a real girl naked. He felt he was nearly going to cum right then just looking at the beauty of this girl.Ralph let out a slight sign then gave his next instruction. "I want you to cum on her breasts."Both Joseph and the girl looked up at him in shock."Well, you agreed to do what we said, now do it!" Joseph was already feeling pretty excited and to this point had been too embarrassed to stroke his cock even though he longed to. Now he was being ordered to! He could not believe his ears. He simply nodded at the club leader, looked back to the fair naked form and began stroking himself in earnest.The girl did not quite know what to do. She was obviously starting to get excited by seeing this strange boy jacking off over her figure. She unconsciously started running her hands up and down the sides of her body enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Just then the boy exploded onto her, stream upon sticky stream of his young cum was covering her budding breasts. It disgusted her and excited her at the same time. It was warm, wet, and gooey, but it was also sexy. Some unknown boy had just gotten off just by looking at her naked body. "Take his cum and rub it on your pussy until you cum yourself." Ralph ordered. Again both looked at him shocked. The girl obviously was about to say something when Ralph cut her off. "Remember your first instruction, no talking!"The girl was obviously offended at first, but then started obediently scooping up the cum off of her chest and rubbing it into her pussy. She had fingered herself before, sometimes with a little baby oil, but never had when thought she would use something like this to make herself cum. She found it thrilling. The idea of this cum invading her pussy and maybe making her pregnant made her quickly forget any offence she had perceived only moments before. Joseph obviously was enjoying the idea of his cum in the girl too. His half-hard dick was quickly gaining stature again. He started to stroke himself again, but as soon as Ralph noticed, he put a stop to it. Joseph felt a little dejected at first but then was soon distracted watching the writhing body of this young girl on the bed in front of him.The girl was biting her lip to keep from calling out. The thrill of it all was overwhelming her and she knew it was not long until she would orgasm."Look at her," Ralph said to Joseph. "Trying so hard to rub your sperm into her womb and be the father of your baby." The statement was enough to send the girl's mind reeling as she went into the best orgasm of her life. He body quivered and shook as wave after wave pummeled her body. Moments later she laid still breathing deeply and moaning lightly to herself."Now I want you to take her virginity as she takes yours." "Huh?" The girl said from under her mask. Her eyes were wide and almost fearful.Joseph said nothing but looked at Ralph in disbelief. Ralph only waggled his finger at them both and restated, "You do want to be in the club don't you?"The two masked figures looked at each other and nodded slightly to each other. The girl spread her legs apart indicating to Joseph she was ready. He admired her light pussy fur matted with his own cum. He was not sure why, but he had a strange urge to lick her there. He did not though because of the mask.All this time he had not touched this girl, and now his first contact with her was the head of his dick pressing against her small pussy. It was extremely moist with all his cum that had been rubbed there and her own cum mixed in. It did not take much pressure to get the head of his cock into her, and it felt like a vise clamped around the tip of his dick then he did.The girl let out a slight moan.Joseph penetrated slightly deeper and bumped her maidenhead. She was indeed a virgin as he was. It took every ounce of concentration he had not to just cum right then and there before completing his task of piercing that maidenhead. He sat there still for a moment till he regained control and then began to tip fuck her. She was moaning and moving her hips around on the bed trying to get more of his tease fuck. The feeling of her extremely tight wet lips wrapped around his cock was better than anything he ever felt.He had to stop again and regain composure. He looked into the eyes of the girl beneath him as he held himself still. They looked pleadingly back at him while she squeezed him with her pussy. He knew what he had to do.He tip fucked her for a few more strokes and then pulled back further than before on a draw stroke and then pushed in fiercely. He felt only a momentary obstacle as he made her a woman. If she was in pain from the procedure, she did not show it. She started humping up at his dick with renewed earnest, the whole time she was squeezing his dick for all she was worth. The both of them suddenly orgasmed together loudly as he squirted his sperm deeper into the little girl's womb than she could have ever pushed it in with her finger.As they slowed their fucking down and became quieter, they could hear the sounds of others fucking and cumming around them. Joseph looked over at Ralph. He was now naked and had his sister Cathy in front of him. He was fucking her for all she was worth. All around the room Joseph looked, he recognized members and their sisters fucking savagely. He pulled off his mask and shouted at Ralph, "What the fuck is going on here?""Joseph?" The girl below him said in a voice that was familiar.With his cock still buried into the girl, he pulled her facemask back. It was Shelly, his thirteen-year-old sister. He had no idea he was fucking his own sister."Shelly!" was the only thing he could get out of his mouth. Their lips then locked and they started kissing as ferociously as they had just been fucking. Joseph felt his cock stiffen right back up again and he started pumping away at her again. They fucked a lot longer this time; Shelly came about four times before Joseph did again. They were both oblivious to all the club members now. It was only Joseph and Shelly, locked in a loving embrace."So this is the big secret of the club!" Joseph said to his sister when he finally rolled off.END |
seduction1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/58/seduction1.txt | Lisa and I were married in her family's church by the family pastor. She was the picture book blushing bride bathed in total innocence. Brought up in a strict Catholic home, attended all girl schools thru high school and the University in the city we lived in so that she could live at home.I met Lisa at a beach party. She was there with two girl friends. I was there with a girl friend also. The difference was that my girlfriend was a lesbian and she really was just a friend. We were both there looking to score.My friend, Maggie, and I had played together sexually many times. The first time had been when I first met her and Tammy, her current squeeze at the time, in a bar. They were both gorgeous and I began to hit on them immediately. They were both very understanding and patient with my stupid lines and my clumsy attempts to impress them. I found out later that they had made an early decision to make me a part of their evening. They were more interested in my body than my personality. I was shocked and amazed when it was suggested by Maggie that the three of us retire to their apartment. I had never had a girl take the lead like that. I was in heaven. My dick was like a rock in anticipation of what was to come.Now I am very open-minded sexually and I have tried all sorts of things, most of which I enjoyed without regret. The one thing that I had not accomplished in my young life was a threesome of any description.I was not sure how the evening was going to go or how to play my hand. I wanted to fuck either one of them or both together.What I didn't want was to piss either one of them off by making the wrong move. It very quickly became obvious to me that I was not running the show.Maggie was very aggressive in her manner. She even told us where to sit in the cab and who was to hold the door. She was probably the most assertive woman I had ever met. Within minutes of our arrival at the apartment she had managed to get a drink into everyone's hand and the three of us sitting on the floor on a mat that had appeared out of a back room.The three of us were already a little tossed with the number of drinks we had already consumed. I was having a little difficulty concentrating on the conversation. We were sitting in a semi circle, me with my legs crossed and the girls in a more demure position of their legs tucked to the side. Her position made Tammy's short skirt ride up and I had a full view of her bare thighs. Maggie was wearing slacks but her cunt was well outlined against the slick material.Tammy left the room explaining that she was going to change clothes. I imagined her returning in a sheer nighty or something. I was thinking how I needed to keep cool until Maggie had a chance to change also. I didn't want to show any preference or favoritism. Women were sensitive to that sort of thing. Maggie was talking. She was leaning toward me to emphasize her words. "You know that I am gay, right?" Her words mentally flattened me. What the hell was going on? Why was I invited to their apartment? I tried to maintain an expression on my face that said, "Oh sure." My real thoughts were, "Shit!" Am I going to finish the evening by jerking off or do I somehow fit into their plans? I stuttered but got the words out. "Oh sure, you guys just wanna hang out it's ok with me." I could feel my dick going limp. Maggie smiled. She reached across the space between us and patted my knee. "I like you Charlie." She said smiling. "So does Tammy. We decided in the bar that you might be fun to be with. Tammy is bi. Is that ok with you?" My imagination went wild and my cock began to grow again. Worst case scenario I was going to get to watch two females fuck each other. I had tried to make that happen once in college and was rewarded with two females screaming "pervert!" and being tossed out of their apartment."Let's go find Tammy," she whispered. I was delightfully shocked. I stopped trying to lead the parade and meekly followed Maggie into the bedroom.The details of that night are not what this story is about. I will say that I was treated to almost every fantasy a guy could conjure up where he and two females would be involved.I thought I was a free spirit sexually but Maggie and Tammy really had all the bases covered. I watched them fuck each other. I fucked Tammy. I got my asshole reamed for the first time in my life by first a tongue and then a dildo while I was eating a pussy.Maggie, as it turns out, had a thing for a woman's pussy and anybody's asshole.Some time in the wee hours of the morning I found myself sober, exhausted and with a limp dick covered in sticky pussy juice. I slept the sleep of the dead only to be awakened by the fantastic sensation of a wet pair lips sliding up and down my hardening shaft.I moaned myself awake and looked down at her smiling face. It was Maggie! She kept looking directly into my eyes as she moved her soft mouth up and down my cock. I could feel the stirring of another climax building and so could she. She sucked gently on my shaft as she moved her mouth up and off. "I'm just getting you ready for Tammy big boy. She loves to be awoken with a cock in her pussy. You can slide right in now." She moved up until her face was level with mine. She gave me a brief kiss on my cheek and slid her warm body to the side. My cock was straining for relief.I felt her hands pushing, trying to roll me over. I complied and moved myself over a sleeping Tammy. I braced myself on my elbows as I worked my knees between hers and spread her legs. With her nighty crumpled up round her waist, she was naked. Her pussy was open and seemed still swollen from the nights pummeling. I could still imagine the sensation of Maggie's hot wet mouth engulfing my cock.My cock jumped and strained for relief as I positioned myself at Tammy's opening. As Maggie had predicted, I slid easily in, right to the hilt. As I drew slowly back Tammy's eyes opened and she moaned her delight. Her hands felt their way up my hips and on to my ass. She spread her legs further apart, gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me into her.Maggie watched while I fucked into an awakening moaning Tammy. I felt Maggie's hand move between our bodies. She was massaging Tammy's tender clit while I was fucking the juicy opening below it. She was humping her own wet pussy against Tammy's outstretched leg. Maggie smothered Tammy's mouth with her own and masturbated the swollen clitoris pressed between our two bodies with her fingertips. We climaxed together in a frenzy of entangled sweating bodies. That was my introduction to Maggie. We became fuck buddies so to speak. Maggie would suck me. "To get me ready" was always her reasoning. I never fucked Maggie. She drew the line there. However we did double team any number of females. Some were unsuspecting until was too late but none resisted to much and all enjoyed.Sometimes they knew right up front what was going to happen. Sometimes they were not sure when Maggie was going to leave so that they could fuck me. Those were the best ones. The surprise on their face when Maggie would join us on the floor or bed or sofa, depending on how far I had gotten with the girl. My favorite way was when I would have the girl occupied, so to speak, from her waist up. Maybe I would have her on the sofa, lying down, covering her upper torso, massaging her tits and kissing her. I could always tell the moment Maggie joined in. The tensing, the facial expression, the gasp of air. I would know then that Maggie had moved in and was probably well on her way up the girls leg with her hand. Sometimes there would be a slight struggle either to escape or to position themselves so that they could see what was happening. I would always hold them steady and whisper in their ear that it was alright, to relax and enjoy it.Some would continue to struggle. Just a bit to register their surprise and demonstrate their innocence of such behavior. By the time Maggie had her massaging fingers on their pussy their struggles would have weakened measurably. By the time she had her mouth covering their clit I became secondary and their full attention went toward the sensations of another woman sucking their pussy. Looking back I realize that I always seemed to be getting sloppy seconds but it was still wonderful. It wasn't very good for my male ego but it seemed like the second dates never included me. I didn't really mind. There were always enough first timers to keep my cock satisfied.I guess it had been a year that Maggie and I had been working our magic and playing our little sex games when the rules changed.We were in a bar. Maggie had arrived before me and as soon as I entered she waved me over from her seat at the bar next to a pretty young blond. I gave Maggie my knowing smile and joined them.Maggie introduced her as Jean, an old friend, and as she spoke she continued with, "And this is Eddy, Jean's fiancée." I turned to face a blond headed guy with a deep tan and a body that spelled "gymnasium".I concealed my initial disappointment that the spicy little blond next to Maggie was not going to be part of my evening after all. Eddie shook my hand with one hand and patted me on the back with his other. His pat on the back became an arm around my shoulder and a hug. I was miffed at his over familiarity but just kept grinning. He stood there holding my hand and holding me against him as he took orders from the girls for a round of drinks. I am not easily intimidated but Eddy was intimidating me. As he leaned over the bar to place the drink order with the bartender I managed to get a little closer look at him. He was wearing a Rolex! He was wearing a wardrobe that must have cost hundreds of dollars without the Rolex.I caught Maggie looking at me with a sly smile. I threw her a quizzical look as in, "What's going on?" She stepped from her stool to come and stand by me.I felt her breath as she closed her lips over my ear and gently sucked it. I turned my face to her and she grinned at me. She whispered, "She plays, he plays, just go with the flow." Once again the possibility of fucking the cute young blond standing next to me surfaced. I suddenly was happy again. What the hell, rich Eddy was buying the drinks and I stood a good chance of fucking his girl friend.Maybe I was still a little nervous or intimidated by Eddy. Maybe that is why I drank too much. I don't even remember most of the evening. I remember all of us getting into a cab. I remember being ushered into a house and up some stairs.I remember thinking as I lay across the big soft bed where I had been deposited that maybe Jean would join me before the night was over. When I woke again the first thing that my senses told me was that I was naked. I was lying under a silky feeling sheet on my face, butt naked. I turned slightly to try and see the room I was in. That was when I felt the strange sensation of my thighs sliding against each other as if they were greased. I tested them and realized that they were, for some reason, slick. I then realized the same sensation around my butt cheeks. If I moved my hips back and forth a bit I could feel lubricant on my butt cheeks. What the hell! I thought for one mortifying second that I had shit myself during the night. I gingerly felt along my butt crack and realized that it was some kind of lubricant.I guess I drifted off again. This time when I started waking I could tell that there others in the room with me. I heard Maggie's voice. "He is still out. To much of that stuff!" I wondered, "What stuff? booze? I felt the bed move. Someone was sitting on it. Was it Jen? was I so close to a piece of ass and too weak to do anything bout it? I wanted to see but I, for some reason, did not want them to know that I was awake. I slipped into darkness again.I struggled to wake myself. I felt the weight on me. I felt pinned down. I felt the sensation between my legs. I moved my head a little and my mouth came into contact with skin. I opened my eyes a slit and saw an arm. It was a large muscular arm. then the other feeling hit me. My butt hole! There was something in my ass. Somebody was doing something to me! I felt the object slide into me without effort. It slid out again and suddenly sensations such as I had never felt before surged thru me. The object slid into me again. I heard the lubricant squishing as the object pushed in, filling my butt hole. I felt his breath on the top of my head. I smelled cologne. It was expensive stuff. It was the same stuff I smelled on Eddy at the bar last night. I moaned and raised my head a bit. I could see that there were elbows planted on each side of my head. I felt the chest hairs against the bare skin of my back as my sensibilities slowly began to return. I felt what I was now sure was a cock pushing into my ass again. My blurred senses continued to sharpen. Eddy was butt fucking me. There was someone else in the room. Maggie was watching. It felt good. I couldn't let them know that but it felt good. The sensation of Eddie's cock sliding in and out of my hole was causing pre cum to leak from my peter.I pretended to be asleep and breathed accordingly. I could not let them know that I was getting aroused. Eddy began to thrust more quickly into me. He would thrust and hold it in me for a moment. I could feel him clinching his buttocks to squeeze every inch up my ass that he could.My ass was hot and greasy. New sensations were boiling over in my loins. My dick, hidden under me, was suddenly dampening the sheet under me with spurts of cum. I pressed into the bed sheets, straining for relief. My movements were concealed by the motion of my body as Eddy pushed deep into me. He froze and moaned and shuddered with his own climax spurting deep in my ass. I felt the coolness of his cum coating my insides as I felt the release of the pressure from my own loins. I slipped again into silent sleep.When I awoke again Maggie was sitting on the side of the bed."Hey cowboy. How you doing?" I was embarrassed. I didn't know how to handle the fact that I had been fucked in the ass and she had watched.There was still a little mother in Maggie. She reached over, brushed her fingers thru my hair and gently brushed her fingers against my cheek. You had to much to drink last night. You missed out on most of the fun."What happened?" I wanted her to tell me I had been butt fucked. I didn't want to admit that I knew it, that I was awake and dripping cum while it was happening.She smiled and ran her hand across my shoulders and down my back. she stopped at my ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. "Are you sore?" "No," I replied immediately to the question. No point in pretending anymore, I thought.To Be Continued?Archivist's note: Because the author submitted this work anonymously, we will be unable to honor any request for parts not already posted. If the author submits more parts, we will post them, if not, the story ends here.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*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 58 |
watching.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/31/watching.txt | Cloey sat at her desk in her social studies classroom. It was the last class of her day, and although Cloey was trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, she was having trouble concentrating. This was unusual for Cloey, who was normally a good student. She was on the honor roll, and wasn't ashamed to admit her intelligence. Far from a quiet, nerdy type, Cloey, was 5'8" and 140 pounds with a slim, athletic build.She had long legs, curvy hips, and a fully womanly figure, with low-C cup breasts, and blonde hair worn short in a 'pixie cut.' She wasn't so popular with boys, but it had nothing to do with her looks or being on the honor roll. Still, despite her normally good study habits, Cloey was having trouble keeping her focus on what was going on. While she tried to remain aware of what was happening, all she could think about was how turned-on she was at this moment, and what bad timing it was.It had started earlier in the day, when before class she had talked to her friend Ellie. Ellie had told her about how the other day she had gone by a park where some of the boys from school went to play Frisbee. Ellie had gone by just as they were getting started, and one of the boys there, who she thought was fairly good looking, but knew Cloey had a major crush on, had taken off his shirt. She decided to stick around and watch, and related the game in detail to Cloey. Hearing about 'her guy' running around shirtless, using his muscular body to catch and throw the Frisbee had given Cloey some very nice images. But as the day went on, other images of him formed in her mind, as she thought about what he could do to her with that body. For the last two periods, Cloey had tried to push the thoughts to the back of her mind, but each time they returned with a vengeance. Now, after hours of the images playing over and over in her head, Cloey was differently aroused; the space between her thighs was moist, and her nipples were hard as pebbles. Her beasts had even swelled a little, making her bra feel uncomfortable and confining. What Cloey would like to do more then anything, was go somewhere where she could play with herself. However, she was to risk-adverse to go jill off in the restroom. She just wished school would be over, so she could race home and do herself in the safety of her bedroom.However, this wasn't to be. There was still plenty more time left in the class. They were going to watch a movie today, and there wasn't any chance of getting out early. The teacher finished talking, and now turned down the lights as the movie started to play. Embarrassingly Cloey couldn't even think what the movie was supposed to be about. Everything the teacher had said was going in one ear and out the other. The feeling of arousal between her legs was unbearably strong, and it was demanding her full attention.As the movie began, Cloey squeezed her thighs together. Sometimes when she was extremely turned-on, this could relive it a little, like scratching an itch. However, as Cloey tightened her thighs she was surprised at the surge or pleasure it caused. She shook a little, pitching forward in her chair slightly, and had to stifle a small gasp. She wasn't expecting it to feel that good, and she quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed her reaction. Seeing that everyone was focused on the movie, or more likely asleep with their eyes open, Cloey decided to try it again. She flexed her thighs, holding her legs tightly together. The feeling was delicious, as it squeezed her labia together, causing her vagina to emit more wetness. It felt so good, Cloey was almost positive she could reach orgasm if she did it enough. That thought hit her with a slight shudder, and a sharp twinge in her vagina. Cloey know what she was doing was risky. What if someone noticed what she was doing?What if she gasped or shook when she came? But she was too horny to care anymore. Cloey wanted, needed, to climax.Discreetly crossing her legs, Cloey tightened them, making sure her thighs were held tightly together. After waiting a few seconds, she squeezed her legs together hard, and flexed her thighs. The feeling was incredible, as her crossed legs provided total pressure on her cunt, and especially nearer the top around her clitoris. Cloey nearly doubled over on her desk, but held her composure, and recovered. She flexed her thighs again, and another delicious rush of pleasure filled her cunt. This time she was prepared, and outwardly, she showed barely a sign that anything was out of the ordinary. She flexed her thighs together again, and then again, building a rhythm that was stimulating her cunt almost as well as she could have with her hand. Cloey soon discovered that she could build more pressure by rhythmically shaking the leg she had crossed over the other one. While this was more visible, it merely looked like she was tapping her foot at the air, somewhat impatiently, as if she was board by the movie and wanted to leave. Leaning back in her chair, so as to brace herself against any shakes or spasms she might have, Cloey continued "tapping" her foot, squeezing her legs together, and flexing her thighs. The feeling was wonderful, the pressure on her labia and clitoris strong, and rhythmic, and intense. Cloey's cunt was now very wet, and she hopped it wouldn't soak through to her jeans. She squeezed her legs harder, and rubbed her flexing thighs together as she felt the tingly feeling of an orgasm building inside her. It was deep, hard, almost sharp, and she knew it would be an amazing climax. She now was bouncing her upper leg on top of the other slightly, almost furiously tapping at the air with her foot. As the pressure inside her built, Cloey noticed a boy in the same row as her, but two aisles over glance over at her. His look was causal, but his eye drifted to her 'taping' foot. Cloey almost stopped dead, but realized suddenly stopping her movements would be fair more suspicious then if she kept going. All he knew was she was restless, and wanted to get out of class. Sure enough, he looked away, apparently uninterested. Cloey kept on squeezing her legs and bouncing her foot, as she tightened and relaxed and tightened her thighs.The feeling was now reaching a new height, and Cloey knew she was close to orgasm. Her thighs twitched now with a life of their own, and she squeezed her legs hard, bouncing her foot faster and faster. As her legs pressed against her labia harder, Cloey glanced around to make sure no one was looking. She was about to cum, and wanted to make sure it was as safe as it could be when she went over the edge. Cloey closed her eyes, as she rubbed her thighs together harder and bounced her foot at the same quick pace. She squeezed the edge of her chair with her hands, as the feeling inside her built. But Cloey knew she'd have to keep her eyes open through her orgasm, so just as the pressure between her legs reached its peak, she forced them open.As she did, she saw that the guy she'd noticed before was looking at her again. However, this time she could tell it was more then a passing glance out of boredom. He'd seen her eyes close, and her hands tighten on the chair, and her legs squeeze together harder and faster. He could tell what she was doing! Cloey wanted to stop, she tried to, but it was to late. Just as she tried to stop her legs, she reached her peak, her legs last contraction triggering an enormous climax that started deep inside her and spread out, flooding the space between her flexing thighs. Her legs stopped the bouncing rhythm, and clamped tightly shut, then released, then clamped again. Instead of the steady rhythm they had before, they now shook in spastic, irregular spasms. Cloey's body shivered as her orgasm welled up in her, and despite her best efforts, her back arched slightly from the chair as the plasure flooded her cunt. Her knuckles were white from her tight grip on the chair, as her legs contracted in quick, then long spasms. Anyone who hadn't been watching the whole time would have missed these signs. All were small, and controlled. But to someone who had seen her movements earlier, it would be painfully clear what was happening.As Cloey sat in her seat cumming, her eyes, out of focus, but open, meet those of the boy who watched her as she climaxed. As her orgasm receded, and her legs relaxed, and her eyes refocused, Cloey sent a silent plea to the boy, begging for understanding. As her orgasm dissipated, leaving just a tingling heat in her cunt, Cloey slowly ground her legs together, feeling the sensual aftershocks of her climax. She looked away in embarrassment, still feeling the burning plasure of her orgasm between her legs.Cloey spent the rest of the class weighing her actions against the potential consequences. Sure, word of what she did might get out, but somehow that thought didn't bother her while she could still feeling the bliss of her public climax -one of the best orgasm of her life. Cloey also knew that the boy was the only one who saw. Even if he told his friends, chances were no one would believe his story -it was just a little to weird to sound plausible. On balance, the pleasure had been worth it, though she wasn't sure she'd feel that way later.After the movie finished, the teacher dismissed the class, and the students headed for the door. Outside the class room, they headed off to where ever they had to be next. Cloey had no more classes, and no extra curriculars that day, so she was headed home. She hoped she could make it out of the school with out running into the boy who'd seen what she did, even though she knew she'd have to see him again in that class. However, fate would not oblige, as she ran into the boy in the school's main lobby. Deciding that any attempt at evasion would be useless, she decided to see what he had to say. Almost sick with worry, Cloey responded with a weak 'hi' to his greeting."Hey, I thought you might want these," he said, handing her a few sheets of slightly crumpled note-paper. Cloey took then, afraid of what they might be. She looked and saw they were a series of short hand writing notations."These are my notes from the movie," the boy told her. "We're getting tested on it, and I think you might need them more then me."At first Cloey thought it must be a cruel joke, that there must be a group of sniggering boys somewhere near by watching her. But when she realized there was no such group, and that the gift had been sincere she relaxed."Th-Thank you," she said, almost blurting the words out."Just give them back to me tomorrow," the boy went on. "So, your name's Cloey isn't?" he asked her causally."Yeah," Cloey said almost meekly. "What's yours?""Chris," he told her. "Anyway, I've got to go. It was nice meeting you," he said with a smile, and he turned to go.As Chris walked away, Cloey stood there, almost in shock. As she replied the last few seconds in her head, she realized that Chris would keep her secret. Maybe he'd tell someone what he saw, but he'd leave her name out of it. And he'd been shrewd enough to tell her all this, with out embarrassing her by acknowledging what he saw. 'And', Cloey thought as she turned and walked out the school doors, 'he's kind of cute.'That night, Cloey's hormones kicked in again, leading her to jill herself to orgasm under the safety of her covers. But this time it wasn't the shirtless Frisbee player that had got her worked up, but thoughts of her and Chris, and the things he could do to her with his body.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out ofthe hands of children. They should be outside playingin the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 31 |
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bowl.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/26/bowl.txt | My husband Steve and I met when I was only 12. He was 29 and a family friend. By the time I was 16, I knew that I wanted him for life. I made every attempt to be near him, and let him know that I would do anything to be with him. He resisted at first, but when you have a young girl who worships you, you become curious. I seduced him, and on my 17th Birthday he caved in. Despite our age difference, we soon fell in love. Of course, this caused great concern with my family.But I was resolved to do whatever it took to marry this man, and after I graduated High School he asked me to be his bride.We married and moved South to NC. He worked hard and gave me everything I ever wanted. I in turn was the dutiful wife, cooking and cleaning and doing whatever he asked of me in bed. Soon he began to bring home his friends to meet me. He loved his sports, and whenever there was a big game, his friends would come over to watch it here. I always cooked up a big feast for them, and made sure the fridge was stocked with plenty of beer. Basically, I served them and picked up after them through out the event.I was entering my early 20's and I was very happy with my life with Steve. Nothing unusual happened until this November.I came out of the bedroom to find Steve sitting on the couch and his best friend Frank sitting in the recliner. There was an early game on and I didn't know Frank was coming over. I was wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered my ass. Actually, they didn't cover it. But when I saw Frank there I dutifully began serving him and my husband while they watched the game.After Frank left, Steve commented on how Frank had stared at my ass every time I walked into the room. I apologized, but Steve seemed turned on by it, and soon he was fucking me hard and fast.I knew then that other men looking at me turned him on. To be honest, so was I...So I began to dress less when the guys came over, and I enjoyed the looks in their eyes. Even more, I enjoyed the sex Steve and I would have after they left. So now it is Bowl Week, and the Fiesta Bowl is holding the interest of my husband and his two best friends. I have endured game after game, and secretly I am glad that they are coming to an end. Steve tells me that Frank and Mike are coming over for the Fiesta Bowl, so I go out and buy 3 cases of beer and plenty of finger food.Since it is just Frank and Mike, I wear my tightest fitting top (without a bra) and the same shorts that Frank found so sexy before.Part of me likes the fact that these men are looking at me sexually, but to be honest I was looking forward to the sex with Steve after they left. But as I said earlier, I am NOT naive.I wanted them to look at me. I noticed the bulges in their pants when I served them, and I wondered how their cocks looked. Believe me, when his friends left and Steve fucked me, I was never dry down there. lolWell, the Fiesta Bowl is not going the way Steve wants it to, and by halftime he is drunk. Frank and Mike are feeling no pain, but they are nowhere near drunk. Steve staggers into the bathroom and throws up, and I go in to clean up his mess. As I return to the living room, I notice that my husband is not there. Frank informs me that Steve has gone to bed, and has requested that I continue to serve them until the game ends. I go to my bedroom and find Steve snoring away, so I go back to my duties of serving his friends. As the game enters the 4th quarter, the outcome is obvious. I expect the guys to leave soon, but I am in for a surprise.It seems Steve had placed a wager with his friends. I listened as Frank explained this, and being the dutiful wife I paid the debt.I turned off the lights and only the TV lit the room. I slid my shorts off and knelt before Frank on the couch. I took his hard cock into my mouth and gave him my best. I felt Mike behind me, and I was not surprised when his cock slid into my wet slit. He was bigger than Steve, and my pussy seemed to mold itself to him. Frank came in my mouth just as Mike came inside of me.They changed positions twice, and I eagerly paid my husbands' debt. It's my duty, and I will do anything for Steve... I'm looking forward to the NCAA basketball tournament... it lasts for three weeks, and a lot more of Steve's friends show up for it. Being the dutiful wife, I'll make sure there is plenty of beer...END |
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amazingonline1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/61/amazingonline1.txt | I was sitting at my computer downloading videos from my favorite file sharing site, my wife of 15 years was at work and our kids were at school. Luckily I run my own business from home so I usually have a couple of hours to mess around on line. My favorite videos are webcam captures, especially young ones, and I had found some good ones today. The first had an eleven year old girl fingering her smooth pussy and the second was a thirteen year old girl fucking herself in the ass with a hairbrush while she moaned her boyfriend's name, needless to say my forty three year old cock was throbbing. I clicked on the third one and sat back in my chair, wrapping my right hand around my cock. When the video started my cock almost exploded, there on the screen was my thirteen year old daughter! I knew I should be upset by what she was doing but my cock was throbbing harder as she lifted her night gown exposing her tiny panties and then her smooth flat belly, I had no idea she even had a webcam much less one with such hi resolution. She stopped just at the base of her budding tits, each hand squeezing one while she rolled her tiny nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I squeezed my cock hard trying to keep from cumming as she lifted her nightie higher letting me and whoever else had downloaded this see her small breasts. They were perfect, each the size of a half peach topped with a rock hard tiny pink nipple. My throat was dry as I watched my baby girl playing with her tits for all the world to see. I knew if I moved my hand I was going to cum but I didn't care. I stroked my cock as I watched her hand move down to her panties and when she squeezed her crotch and I heard her moan my cock jerked and cum shot from the tip. I couldn't remember cumming like this, the first shot landed on my face, the second on my chest and it seemed I wouldn't stop. When I finished I was covered in cum. Some people will think I'm weird but I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it clean, since I was younger I've loved the taste of cum either my own or from some select friends.When I looked back at the screen Donna, my daughter, had her panties down and a finger sliding between her swollen lips. I paused it while I went to get a glass of water then backed it up to the point I had lost my load. I pressed play and immediately my cock started growing as she slid her panties down. She had the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen, smooth puffy lips below a thin patch of bright red hair, her skin covered with just the right amount of freckles. She ran her finger down her slit then back up circling her clit. She was moaning as she slipped a finger inside her wet pussy then pulled it out and held it up to the cam, it glistened with her juices, and then she brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean. My cock was throbbing again as my hand slid up and down the shaft. She moved the cam closer to her pussy and I could see the moisture on her swollen lips and as she spread her lips and rubbed her hard clit I almost exploded again. I could hear her moaning louder as she slipped a fingered back into her pussy while her other hand rubbed her clit faster. She fucked herself faster as she moaned "Oh yes" over and over. Both her hand and mine were a blur as we raced toward orgasm, her ass lifting off the chair trying to get her finger deeper inside her gripping pussy. She moved the camera back out so I could see her face and she was so beautiful, her face contorted in passion as her orgasm approached. Suddenly she groaned "OH FUCK YES!!! I'M CUMMING!!!" and her legs squeezed her hand and she rocked from side to side. My cock exploded with her and as I brought my hand back to my mouth she lifted her hand to hers and we both licked ourselves clean. She moved closer to the cam and whispered "goodnight" just as the screen went dark.I leaned back in my chair catching my breath for a second before searching for other videos with my daughter's screen name, I found four. I started downloading them hoping I would get the chance to watch them before the wife and kids got home. It was football season so Donny, my son, would have practice and since Donna was cheerleader Shelly, my wife, would pick them up on her way home. The bad thing was I had to cook dinner so I didn't have a lot of time. A video finally finished downloading and I quickly clicked on play. When it started I noticed the room was different, I wasn't sure where Donna was until her best friend Lori leaned over and kissed her. WOW my cock sprang back to life, it had been a while since I had gotten hard three times that fast. Lori and Donna look completely opposite, Donna is about average height and very athletically built and also she has her mother's flaming red hair while Lori is short, under 5', with blonde hair and a luscious set of tits that just beg to be sucked. I watched in awe as Donna and Lori kissed passionately, their tongues wrestling back and forth, and Lori's hand squeezed Donna's small breast. They were both moaning when Donna kissed her way down Lori's neck and down to her large tit, circling the hard nipple before sucking it hard. Lori's hand was holding Donna's head, her fingers tangled in the bright red hair. She moaned loudly and said. "Oh Donna I'm so glad you taught me this." Wow, my daughter had seduced her friend, I wonder who taught her.Back on the screen Donna had moved between Lori's legs, too bad all I could see was the back of her head, but I could tell by the moans coming from Lori that her tongue was working in her slit. Lori moved the camera so I could see Donna's tongue sliding through her slit. Donna smiled up at her friend and said. "I just love your smooth pussy, maybe I should shave mine too."Lori pulled my daughter's face back to her pussy and said. "Don't you dare shave it. I love your soft red hair." Her hips lifted pressing her pussy tighter against Donna's face and laughed. "Now shut up and eat me before I sit on your face and make you eat me.""MMMMMMMM, promises, promises." Donna snickered burying her face back in Lori's pussy. The camera was shaking as Lori held it close so I could see Donna's tongue sliding between her lips and circling her hard clit. Moisture was glistening on Donna's face as she worked to get her friend off. She slipped two fingers into Lori's pussy, sliding them deep while her tongue worked on her clit. Lori's ass lifted off the chair grinding her wet crotch in Donna's face."Oh Donna, that feels so good! Eat my pussy baby! Make me cum!" Lori moaned squeezing Donna's head with her muscular thighs.Donna looked up and Lori and said. "Cum for me sweetie! Cover my face with your sweet juices!"Lori sat the cam on the desk as Donna pushed her legs higher and she moved lower, bring a loud squeal from Lori as Donna's tongue slid over her puckered asshole. "OH MY GOD! THAT'S IT, LICK MY ASS YOU DIRTY BITCH!! YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR TONGUE IN MY ASSHOLE!!!"My cock was throbbing and I slowly stroked it while I watched my daughter's tongue licking her best friend's ass. Lori's hand was a blur rubbing her clit bringing her closer to a massive orgasm. Suddenly her legs stiffened and her body shook as she screamed. "OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!!! OH YES LICK MY ASS!! OH FUCK!! OH FUCK, THAT'S SO GOOD!!!"Cum shot from my cock for the third time that day landing on my stomach and arm, after cleaning up my mess I realized the family would be home soon. I stopped the video even though it was getting very interesting again, Lori was lying on her bed and Donna was straddling her face. I cooked a nice dinner and while we ate I could feel my cock getting hard again as I watched my daughter eat and I thought about what else she had been eating.Later that night as Shelly and I lay in bed my cock was hard and I began rubbing Shelly's small firm tits. Her nipples quickly hardened and she rolled toward me and our lips met in a passionate kiss. I lifted her night gown over her head exposing her firm body, even at forty-three and after having three children she was still in absolutely stunning shape. I want to give you a little background about us. We had first met in jr. high, she was a popular cheerleader and I was just an average guy. I remember when I was wrestling in school and was down on the mat I would get very inspired when I looked over and saw Shelly and the other cheerleaders sitting at the edge of the mat Indian style. Even though I had lusted for her in school we never got together, I just never thought I was in her class. My luck changed at our ten year reunion. Shelly was recently divorced with a seven year old son, Mel, and I had never married. We started talking that night and had a few drinks and I found she had liked me in school too but had never told any one. We started dating after that and three months later we were married. Two years later the twins were born.I kissed my way down her neck and licked each of her hard nipples as my fingers slid through her bright red bush and into her wet slit. She moaned as two fingers spread her lips then circled her clit before slipping deep inside her. Her pussy gripped my fingers as her fingers ran through my hair pulling me tighter to her breast before pushing me toward her waiting pussy. As I kissed my way lower the image of Donna kept playing in my mind, Shelly and Donna were almost mirror images of each other. My tongue slipped into my wife's waiting pussy bringing a moan from her and causing her thighs to grip my head. She pulled me tighter as my tongue worked her clit. I took her ass in my hands and poured myself into eating my wife's pussy while in my mind I was eating my daughter's. Shelly went stiff and her ass shook and sweet nectar filled my mouth and she screamed into her pillow as her orgasm raced through her body.I moved up beside my wife and she kissed me and then licked her juices off my face. Shelly had told me about the cheerleader parties in school and how much she liked the taste of pussy, if only she knew her daughter was following in her footsteps. I felt her hand wrap around my cock before she moved between my legs and took my throbbing cock in her mouth, oh how I wanted it to be Donna. Shelly is an amazing cocksucker and I soon felt her nose hitting my crotch as the head of my cock slipped into her throat. I'm not huge, just seven inches and her tongue was moving over all of it. I felt my balls tightening and as much as I love cumming in my wife's mouth I wanted to fuck her and I didn't think I could get it up again after that afternoon. I pulled her up to me and kissed her as she ground her wet crotch against my hip. I looked into her green eyes and said. "I want to feel your sweet pussy on my cock."She smiled back at me and moaned. "Me too baby, I want your hard cock in my pussy." As she spoke she straddled my crotch reaching down and lining my cock up with her sweet pussy. We both groaned as she sat down and my cock slipped into the velvet glove of her pussy. She leaned forward and kissed me hard as her hips rose and fell faster and faster. "Oh Rick, I love your cock in my pussy. I want to feel your hot cum filling me." She groaned as my hands gripped her beautiful ass."Just keep going baby and I'll fill your sweet pussy with cum." I moaned as my hips lifted to meet her thrusts. I felt her legs shaking and knew she was close to cumming again. I held her ass tighter and fucked her faster as my cum left my balls and exploded from my cock. "I'M CUMMING BABY!!" I groaned as the last drop in my balls emptied into my wife.When the last of my cum was in her pussy she quickly moved up my body and pressed her pussy to my lips and said. "Eat me Rick, suck your cum from me and make me cum!" I buried my tongue in her sloppy pussy, loving the taste of my cum mixed with her pussy. Glob after glob filled my mouth and I swallowed them while she rubbed her clit. "OH FUCK THAT'S SO GOOD!! I'M CUMMING!!! OH YES, EAT ME!!!" She squealed as she flooded my mouth with a hot mixture of our love.We fell asleep in each other's arms and my mind raced that night as I wondered what I would see my daughter do in the rest of the videos.To be continued?If you'd like more let me know what you thought:[email protected]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*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 61 |
alexia.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/67/alexia.txt | PART 1I had given her a key to the back patio door.I had instructed her to let the dog out in the morning and again in the late afternoon and to give him 3/4 cup of dry food each time.I had instructed her to get the mail in the afternoon so the box wouldn't overflow while I was away.I had instructed her to water the plants in the house and those on the patio.She was Alexia, the twenty year old daughter of one of my friends. She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, probably one hundred ten pounds. Her father was of Middle-Eastern descent and her mother was American. She had black hair that had a natural sheen to it. Her skin color was as though she had a deep tan year round. Her eyes were large and dark, it was hard to see where the iris stopped and her pupil began. She had a nice set of tits and a firm ass from years of competitive swimming.What I had failed to tell her was that I had been mistaken about my flight time and my flight to the west coast was much later than I thought. I should have called her and let her know that I would not need her to come by this morning as I would still be home, but as usual I got busy and forgot.I was in the master bath, standing nude in front of the mirror, just finishing shaving when I heard the back gate open and close. The master suite has its own door onto the back patio so as I heard the gate I moved over to look out the patio doors. I had just peeked out to see why the gate had opened when I realized Alexia was about half way to the other set of patio doors that I had given her the key for.My movement must have caught her peripheral vision because at the same instant she looked to her left and saw me standing at the other doors...still completely nude. She looked straight at my face and then her gaze dropped lower and stared for a second, the her head snapped back forward as she reached the door.I jumped back from the door at about the same time. I didn't quite know what to do. As I stood there thinking, I heard the other patio door open again. I thought, 'She must be embarrassed and is leaving already'. But as I looked out I saw that it was only the dog, Rowdy, going off the patio to the back yard. Then I heard water running in the kitchen, maybe she's just going to act like I'm not here and do the chores and then leave. I decided this might be the best course for me as well. I'll just get my shower and by the time I've finished, she'll be done and gone.I sure hoped that would be the case because I really didn't want to face Alexia after what had happened. It might not be so bad that she had possibly seen me in the nude but I didn't know what she might think about my "jewelry". Even now I was thinking that as soon as she had finished she would go back home and tell her parents what a freak I was. My "jewelry" now consisted of a single 4 gauge closed ring that was suspended thru the underside of the glands and thru the urethra. The closure was a larger ball that fit in the opening of the ring.I sometimes wore a matching stainless steel ring around the base of my penis and another clamped around the scrotum separating my testicles from the base of my penis. Due to having to get thru the metal detectors at the airport I had already removed them. I had experimented some time ago and found it was not necessary to remove the ring.So, with these thoughts running thru my head, I stepped into the shower and hurried to get finished so that I could come up with some plausible excuse to call Alexia and act as though I had not seen her and hoped that she would do that too and also ignore the earlier incident.I opened the shower door and reached for the towel I had left on the hook. As I was drying my head and face I almost had heart failure as I heard a soft but edgy voice ask, "Does that...I mean did that hurt?"I dropped the towel to cover my lower torso and there straight ahead seated on the side of the tub was Alexia! She was seated with her legs crossed in front of her leaning forward still staring at my groin now covered with a towel."What...Alexia...what are you doing here?', I stammered."Well when I saw you thru the door I almost turned and ran away but then I saw your... your thing... with the silver ring... I was so confused I just came on in and stopped in the kitchen. Rowdy came running up and jumped up and so I put him out while I filled his water and food... The more I thought about what I saw the more curious I was" she just blurted out.Alexia continued, "When I heard the shower I almost decided again to leave but ...well does it?"Does what, what?" I sputtered."Does the ring hurt?" she asked with her face in a kind of perplexed look."No" I choked out, "it doesn't hurt... not now anyways. When it was first pierced it hurt and as the ring size was increased there was some discomfort until the hole enlarged.""Wow" she gasped, "that's kind of kinky."I thought 'now here it comes about what a perv I am,' but instead Alexia looked straight into my eyes and then said. "Can I get a closer look at it?" never dropping her gaze.I was only six or seven feet from where she sat on the tub. I now saw that her breathing was shallow and rapid. There was a light sheen on perspiration on her upper lip and as I dropped my gaze from those dark hypnotic eyes for the first time I saw that her nipples were distended and visible in the scoop neck knit t-shirt she was wearing.I looked back at her eyes and her gaze had not shifted. She still had the same quizzical look on her face but now there seemed to be a more lustful glint in her eyes.As if in a trance, I took the first step toward Alexia. As I moved toward her she kept her eyes locked on mine. I stopped when I was within two feet of her. She then looked down toward my towel covered privates and then back to my eyes. "Well," she said.I couldn't move as I stared down into her face my gaze alternating between the dark pools of her eyes and the prominence of her breast as they strained against the low neckline of her t-shirt.My continued hesitation must have reached a limit with her. She slowly but deliberately reached forward with her right hand and grasped the towel next to my hand and pulled it toward herself. I didn't resist and she lowered the towel to the floor as she removed it.Her gaze now shifted from my eyes to my groin. She stared straight at my penis and it's hanging ring."Can I"..She started as she looked back into my eyes again, her right hand already moving slowly toward it. Now I know what happens to small prey when confronted by a cobra. It was the same, those dark eyes piercing into you...you can't move...you are completely in their power.She grasped it with her right hand in much the same way as shaking hands. Her eyes shifted downward as she gently grasped my member and pulled it straight forward.The touch was electric. I released the air I had been unconsciously holding for who knows how long and it whooshed out of me. With that touch I also began to respond to it and the fact that this stunning girl was now pulling on my joint! My penis began to harden and grow with the warmth from her hand.Alexia was concentrating on her inspection but as I began to harden she looked up and for the first time smiled a dazzling smile and laughed. "It's about time," She said."Is this okay?" she asked looking up as she now grasped the ring and gently pulled my rising pole with just her grasp on the ring. I couldn't do anything but nod my head up and down.My stiffening rod was reaching full erection now and Alexia gave it a several quick side-to-side wiggles still just using her grasp on the ring. That was about all it took and I was at full erection. She was still examining it very closely, then without looking up she asked, "Does this hurt" as she pulled harder on the ring. "No," I replied, my first spoken utterance in some while. Alexia was now looking into my eyes again with that same piercing stare. "How about this," she asked as she pulled harder on the ring. "Nope," was all I could get out."This?" as she wiggled it side-to-side again with much greater force."No," I squeaked as it wasn't pain but the exquisite pleasure I was feeling from her manipulations to my rod!I was now beginning to leak pre-cum from the end of my rod and it caused her to loosen her grip on the ring. My rod bounced up when released and a drop of pre-cum ran down the underside of my shaft." You have a beautiful cock," Alexia said as she leaned forward and quickly ran her tongue up the underside and collected the pre-cum on her tongue."And you taste delicious too," she cooed.There was a bark and a loud scratching sound came from the back doors. Rowdy was finished with his morning outing and was ready to come back in for his morning feeding."Fuck" Alexia blurted "Rowdy wants back in." She re-grasped my straining member in the handshake grip again and pulled herself up from the side of the tub.She squeezed my prick hard, forcing a stream of pre-cum out. She scooped it off the tip of my prick and said, "Don't go anywhere and don't touch this before I get back." She popped her finger into her mouth and sucked the clear liquid off as she headed for the back door.Well, I thought, this has been unreal but it's over. Rowdy was crazy about Alexia and I knew he would follow her where ever she went in the house. I may as well finish up in here and get dressed. I combed my hair and spritzed on some deodorant and aftershave lotion. My rampant rod had begun to droop a little as I turned toward the walk-in closet."What are you doing," I turned to see Alexia standing in the doorway, "I said not to move.""Well with Rowdy in the house, I knew he wouldn't leave you alone," I replied."I thought about that," she said. "He's having his breakfast on the deck. She walked toward me with a devilish look on her face and her hands behind her back."Turn around," Alexia said as she stopped right behind me. "And close your eyes.""Close my eyes?" as I turned to face her."Yep," she said.I closed my eyes wondering what was coming next.I felt that familiar grip on my semi-hard prick, I heard a metallic rattle then a sharp click. My eyes flew open and I looked down at my rising rod and then Alexia.She was standing there holding the other end of one of Rowdy's chain leashes, the other end was clipped onto the ring thru the end of my cock."You know you really shouldn't run around naked with that tube steak jiggling about when you know an innocent young girl is due over to feed your dog." Alexia said looking at my now rampant prick with a rather stern look on her face. " I think you planned this all along," she continued, "you just wanted to expose yourself to me, didn't you?" She still had that stern look on her face."No!" I screamed feeling the blood rushing out of my head feeling faint. "I didn't...""Quiet," she snapped, "I think you did, I think you need to be punished for what you've done, I think you're some kind kinky guy...but" she paused, "that's okay 'cause I'm a little kinky myself" as she smiled and turned toward the hallway pulling on the leash. "I hope you can keep up...and keep IT up." She giggled and off down the hallway we went. She wasn't running but kept going at a fast walk, I managed to stay with her and kept the chain just taunt but not really pulling with any force."Where are we going," I panted as we went into the den and headed for the dining room."Just getting the blood flowing," she replied as she looked back at me then down to my straining member. As we turned back down the front hall and started thru the study Alexia stopped and said, "Okay hold up a sec... it's getting warm in here."Still holding the leash in her right hand she grasped the hem of her shirt with both hands and pulled it up over her head. This caused the leash to shorten and I had to quickly move closer to her to keep my prick from being jerked forward.Alexia threw the shirt on the chair and reached up to the center front snap of her bra. It was a lacy black under-wire and as she had her arms above her head her boobs were pushed up and together creating a lot of cleavage. I was impressed, her boobs were even larger than I thought. Off came the bra and onto to the chair. Her tits defied gravity. They stood straight off her chest and were capped with the most beautifully puffy nipples that I have ever seen. 34C was my assessment."That's better," she remarked, "Are you ready for more," she asked with a smirk and a quick side to side shake of the leash that made my cock jerk back and forth. The quick jerk caused a large dollop of pre-cum to fall from the end of my dick, it stayed connected as the large droplet was suspended by a thick viscous strand of the dick juice."Ooooooh," Alexia gasped as she quickly knelt down and sticking her tongue out she captured the droplet on her tongue. Raising her head up slowly she caught the entire strand in the cradle formed with her tongue... right up to the end of my dick where she put her full lips just around the head and sucked up the flow from the slit."Mmmmmmmm," she groaned, "that is the most delicious dick juice I've ever had. I hope you can keep it coming."I didn't think that would be a problem as the longer I stayed in the high state of arousal I knew that I produced copious amounts of the stuff. And I had never been more aroused that I was right now."Off we go," she exclaimed and out of the study and down the hall we went!She took me on another lap thru the main part of the house and then we headed back toward the master suite.Alexia slowed her pace and headed straight for the bedroom. She walked straight to the foot of the bed and stepped up on it. She stopped and turned to me and asked, "Ready for your punishment," as she kneeled down on her knees facing me and added, "On your knees on the bed." I stepped up onto the end of the bed on my knees as Alexia began to move backwards toward the head of the bed. Reaching behind her with her free hand she stacked the pillows up in front of the headboard and sat upright against the pillows. She then, slowly, hand over hand, began to pull on the leash drawing me closer to her on my knees.As she came to the end of the chain, her right hand was holding the clip just beneath the ring. She tugged a little more using the clip to move me forward until the head of my cock came in contact with her lips. She released the clip and simultaneously engulfed the head of my dripping dick in her lips in a sucking kiss."Mmmmmmm," she mewed again as she pulled the nectar from my slit. She kept the sucking kiss going and I could feel the pre-cum being pulled from deep inside. It was the most amazing sensation I think I could remember. My dick was hard as steel and flowing pre-cum as I looked past her sucking lips to her tits. Those puffy nipples were now as engorged as my dick. They were swollen and the nipples had lengthened to a least half an inch.She pulled her mouth off my prick and said, "Fuck my mouth now, I want you all the way in... in my throat. I want you to come in my throat. And squeeze my tits when you fuck my throat... squeeze them hard."I reached for those fantastic tits but then paused, "Let me take the ring out first, it might hurt you...""NO!" she said, "leave it in I want it in." And she engulfed the head of my dick again looking up into my eyes.I began to move my hips forward slowly advancing my cock into her mouth. Alexia reached up a grabbed both my hands and brought them to her boobs. We her hands on top of mine she began to squeeze my hands on her tits. She then put her arms around me and grasp my ass and pulled forward. I could feel the tip hit the back of her mouth and then she swallowed once and pulled harder. I could feel the tip sliding into her throat. Alexia pulled until I bottomed out then released her grip on my ass as she established the fucking rate she wanted and I was on my own.I pistoned in and out without ever leaving her mouth. Somehow she was managing to breathe between strokes. She squeezed my hands again, indicating for me to squeeze harder. She grabbed my ass again to increase the tempo of the throat fucking. Then harder on her tits! She was now lunging forward to meet and maximize the thrusting into her throat. She picked up the pace even more. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten up. Alexia was picking up the tempo even more and I knew I couldn't last much longer. I was mauling her tits now. I could feel the pressure building. I think Alexia could read this thru my raging cock. With her left hand on my right ass cheek, she mover her right hand up between my legs and I felt her grasp my ball sack. This contact was all it took, I could feel the eruption as it start and so did Alexia. She squeezed my balls at just the right instant. I lunged forward and buried my cock until my public bone smacked her in the chin. I could feel Alexia shiver and shake beneath me... quick powerful jerks like a seizure... she was cumming too. She was orgasming from the throat fuck and squeezing of those blood engorged nipples.The cum spewed forth like a geyser. I could feel pulse after pulse pump out of my cock and down Alexia's throat. I was light headed as my cock continued to pump cum into her throat. After what seemed like an eternity the eruption subsided.I slowly began to extract my spent cock from her throat. As the head reached her mouth she trapped it again in the soft sucking kiss and I could feel the cum left in the tubing being pulled out. She continued the suction until I thought I would pass out. I gently pulled back and her lips released the head with a soft popping sound.She looked up and smiled and said, "Well I hope you've learned your lesson. From now on, if you point that thing at me you better be prepared to have it used!""I'll go let Rowdy in now, but I'll keep him in the den until you leave...and by the way, you better move your ass or you'll miss your flight." Alexia jumped up off the bed and squeezed my cock as she headed out the door, "Seeya in four days ya big perv."I looked at my watch. "Holy shit, I AM late." I thought. I jumped into my clothes, threw the remaining toiletry items in my bag and headed for the garage. Just as I was going out into the garage I remembered I didn't have my briefcase so I threw the bag in the car and headed back to get it. I has set it down in the kitchen last night so it would remind me to grab it on the way out.I grabed my briefcase and headed back to the car. As I passed the door to the den I heard Alexia scolding Rowdy, "No come back over here, he's leaving on a trip, come back over here and finish...." He must have heard me in the hall, I thought, and wanted to get out of the den.The drive to the airport and the flight to San Diego were both uneventful. I checked into my hotel, took a short walk around the area to stretch my legs, had dinner at a nearby restaurant that had been recommended and turned in early. I had a couple of drinks at dinner and so I drifted right off to sleep. I dreamed of the events of the past day... Alexia... her body...her sucking lips... her abandon... wait! Finish what? Was she feeding Rowdy the rest of his breakfast in the den... no he had plenty of time to eat while we were in the bedroom... what had she said when I passed the door? Come back over here... then she had repeated that but what was the last part she had said as I was at the far end at the garage...it hadn't registered with me at the time... Was it... Come back over here and finish ...eating me? Was that what Alexia had said to Rowdy? My mind took off. Did Alexia have another side of her kinkiness? Was she into K9 stuff I wondered. I knew that she and Rowdy had gotten along great which was somewhat unusual in that Rowdy was not necessary easy to warm up to people. He wasn't aggressive, aloof was more like it, and typical of the breed. Rowdy was a five year old Rhodesian Ridgeback. We, my wife at the time and I, had become interested in the breed and had gotten Rowdy and then a bitch from another breeder in South Africa. Bounce, the female, had gone with Sandy, my ex when we divorced and I had kept Rowdy. Both of them had excellent breed characteristics, were both a dark rust color and while Bounce had been average size, around 25 inches tall and 75 pounds, Rowdy was above the breed average in size. He was about 30 inches tall at the shoulder and weighed about 85 pounds.Thinking about Alexia and the dog caused me to reflect on seeing Rowdy mount Bounce when she was in heat. His equipment was quite impressive as I recalled. We had bred them twice and produced two litters but Bounce had some problems so she was neutered after the second litter. I remember Sandy commenting on Rowdy's cock after the last breeding. They were in the back yard at the time and after they had become knotted we were watching as they disengaged. As Rowdy pulled out, his cock and knot were still impressively engorged with blood. Sandy had gasped and said, "My god, look at that thing." His cock was at least eight inches long then and thicker than most I had seen. It had a very pointed tip but broadened out quickly to its maximum girth before tapering down toward the root. The knot was another matter, it looked, as I remember, to be as large as a small orange, not quite as large as a baseball.Would Alexia let Rowdy eat her out? I thought about that hot session with her. I had dumped more cum than I had ever shot at one time down her throat and I knew she had had and least one orgasm and possibly more while my cream was shooting down her throat and I had been mauling her tits. If she hadn't reminded me of the time I would have probably gone down on her to reciprocate or if my cock had revived maybe I could have played a little hide the salami with her. If I had left her hanging maybe she did go to Rowdy for release. I woke up at that point with a steel throbber and headed into the bathroom to take care of it. I thought... when I get back I'll have to be more observant of what goes on between the two of them!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 67 |
dorthysstory08.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/76/dorthysstory08.txt | Author's Note: If you would like to email me: [email protected].***PART 8: The Saturday AfternoonThat Friday night was kind of a lonely one for Dorothy. Her daughter, Kathy, was participating in a basketball tournament out of town. Kathy and Jack, Dorothy's husband, left at noon on Friday and would not be home until sometime on Sunday their exact arrival time would depend on how well Kathy's team did in the tournament. Gregory, her son, had made plans to spend Friday with some friends and would be home late Saturday morning. So Dorothy was in for a quiet Friday night. Oh, she had some plans that including pleasuring herself several times with some of the new sex toys she had acquired but on the whole it would be a quiet evening for her. Saturday and Sunday would be anything but quiet if her plans for Gregory worked out as she intended.She rose early Saturday morning, ate some breakfast and worked on getting the house cleaned. She was finishing her work when Gregory called to tell her he would be home right around lunch time. This gave her enough time to take a shower and dress in a sexy negligee as her surprise for Gregory. She also has time to prepare two separate emails for Gregory. The first included three pictures: One of her being fucked in the ass, the next was also of her being fucked in the ass but by a different guy, and the third was of her being sandwiched one cock in her cunt and the other in her asshole. The second email was a little more difficult. In the second one she would finally be revealing who the two men were. Gregory had already guessed that one of the men was his dad and in this he was correct. As far as she knew he had no idea who the second man was. So the second email would contain three pictures as well. In a certain sense Gregory had already seen these pictures. When James had taken the photos he had made sure that in some only her face was revealed but not the faces of the men having sex with her. In some of the others, the faces of all the participants were revealed. Dorothy knew her son was anxious and excited about the prospects Saturday night held for him, but she wasn't at all sure how he would react to the revelation of the mystery man. In the first photo, she was kneeling between two men while she had the heads of their cocks in her mouth. One of the men was Jack, Gregory's dad and the other was Bert, Gregory's grandfather. In the second photo, she was bent over at the waist with her husband's cock in her mouth while Bert was standing behind her and, while it wasn't apparent in the photo, his cock was in her pussy. The third and final photo was of the three of them Jack was on his back with his cock in her cunt and Bert was kneeling behind her with his dick in her asshole. Dorothy knew that revealing the identities of the two men would tip the scales one way or the other Gregory would want to fuck her brains out or he would go nuts and not want to have anything to do with her. She did know she had to find out one way or the other and, in her mind at least, she was pretty certain that before the day was out, her own son would be fucking her. So until she was sure of his reactions, she decided to cover the negligee and she put a longish cotton robe to cover herself completely.She was in the kitchen when Gregory walked in the back door. She went to him and gave him a hug and told him she was glad he was home. As she hugged him she pressed her tits against his chest. She then stood back, "So, have you been enjoying the picture show I have been sending you?" He blushed and grinned, "Yeah mom, I have really enjoyed the pictures." "Well, silly boy, there are two more emails waiting for you." As he turned to go to the computer room she took his arm, "But, before you go look at them, I'd like us to have a talk, okay?" "Awww, mom," Gregory replied, "I already promised and swore to both you and dad that I wouldn't say anything or show them to anyone else, okay?" She continued to hold his arm and pulled him towards a kitchen chair. "I know that, but please sit down and let's talk," she commanded him. Somewhat reluctantly the boy sat down and watched as his mom freshened her coffee and asked him if he wanted anything to which he replied "No thank you, mom." She sat down opposite him, took a deep breath and began talking."First," she started, "you have two emails and each of them has three pictures. When I let you, I want to you go open the first one, look at the pictures and then come talk with me. Then I will let you go look at the second on, okay?" He nodded his assent.She smiled at him, "I'll bet you and your buddies talked about sex last night, didn't you?" Gregory got a somewhat exasperated look on his face but finally admitted that yes, sex had been discussed. "Your dad recalled having similar kinds of conversations when he was your age. Do you know what he said about them," she asked? Her son shook his head. "He said that most of the information he got out of talking with his friends was wrong. For example, he learned that is was a fact that women 'loved a big cock' and that all men had to do for a woman was to put a cock in her cunt and she would cum. All of that was BS. Trust me when I tell you that I know that from experience and your dad is in the process of relearning all he knew about sex. So, he and I decided it would be better for you to learn the right way to please a woman. How does that sound to you?" Gregory sat quietly for several minutes thinking. He was more than a little mixed up, after all the stuff his mom had just mentioned were identical to some parts of the conversations he and his friends had had. He also wasn't sure what she meant when she said his dad was relearning about sex. And what did she mean it would be better for him to learn the right way? He finally looked at her, "Mom, would you be shocked if I told you that what dad learned about sex was almost exactly what I have heard from my friends?" "Honey no, I wouldn't be shocked, in fact I would be shocked if you had learned anything else. So that brings us to the crux of the matter, how do you learn the right way to pleasure a woman?" Gregory looked at her still confused and shrugged his shoulders. "What I mean is how do you learn how to caress a woman's tits, how to feel her cunt, where her pleasure points are, how to fuck her so that she does cum, stuff like that?" She reached across the table and took his hands in hers, "The best way I can think of is for you to learn from someone who is experienced in sexual matters, is willing to teach you and is available to you whenever you need or want some training." She was quiet for a moment and then said, "And, in my mind and your dad's mind, that someone should be me!"Gregory rocked back in his chair, stunned by what he thought he had just heard. "Wait a minute mom, are you saying you are going to teach me about sex?" Dorothy nodded her head but said nothing. "How are you going to do that stuff since I am your son?" "Well, sweetie let's just says that mom's and sons have been fucking one another for eons, I guess if we do it, we will just join a long line of such people." She stared intently into her son's eyes, "What I am saying," she said in a very husky voice, "is that I am willing to let you touch me, kiss me, taste me, and fuck me in any way you want. My mouth, my cunt, my tits and my ass will be available to you whenever you want with a couple of restrictions. The question is, how do you feel about it?" Again, Gregory was having trouble comprehending what his mom was saying, "But, mom, ah, gee, I mean yeah I think I understand." Dorothy shook her head, "Tell me what you think I said." He gripped her hands, "I think what you said was that you are going to teach me about sex by us actually having sex, am I right?" She withdrew her hands, patted his hands and stood up, "That is exactly what I said. So from your reaction do I take it that you would be a willing pupil?" Gregory, still a little confused, nodded his head and muttered, "Yes, I would be your willing pupil." "Good, your dad and I were hoping you would answer that way."She looked down at her son as she walked around to his side of the table so she was standing next to him. "Okay, now, you have seen a number of photos of me naked and in very sexually compromising positions and you have even seen bits of me with your own eyes. So far, however, you have not seen me completely naked or at least with so little on that I might as well be naked." With that, she undid the belt on her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of her son wearing nothing but a very sheer black negligee and a pair of thong black panties. She smiled to herself as her son stared intently at her virtually naked body. She slowly turned around so he could see her ass. As she faced him again she cupped her tits and said, "If you don't like what I am wearing, I could put on something different. Shall I go change, it is up to you?" Gregory almost violently shook his head "no". She decided to slow things down a bit, after all she could see that his cock was straining to break free of his pants, "How about some lunch?" Gregory was still unable to speak and merely nodded his head. He watched her nearly naked ass jiggle slightly as she walked to the stove.Dorothy grinned to herself and could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second. She then turned back to face him and suggested that he go open his email. Gregory jumped up from his chair anticipating the types of pictures he would see but had no real idea what was in store for him. He did as she had asked and only opened the first one. When he saw his mom with a cock in her asshole first by one guy, he guessed it was his dad, and then another guy's cock in her asshole he was really turned on. But, when he saw two cocks in her, one in her ass and one in her cunt at the same time, he almost blew his load all over his keyboard. He walked back to the kitchen and stood in the doorway. "Bet you never thought that a woman could have two cocks in her at the same time did you," she smiled? He shook his head "no". She giggled, "Well, sometimes she can take three at once." She saw the look of confusion on her son's face, she turned to face away from him and pointed to her ass, "One in her asshole," she turned and faced him while pointing to her cunt, "and one in her cunt," and then she pointed at her mouth, "and one in her mouth, see three at once."Her son stood with an unbelieving expression on his face. "Trust me, I have done it and it can be a lot of fun. Now, are you still curious about who the mystery man is?" Gregory nodded. "Okay," she said, "go open your second email."Poor Gregory's eyes almost popped out of his head when he opened his second email of the day. He saw his mom sucking his dad's cock and his grandfather's dick at the same time. "So," he thought to himself, "she is fucking grandpa as well, wow, how kinky is that?" Then he realized it might be kinkier when she was fucked by her son. The second showed his dad fucking her in the mouth while his grandpa was fucking her from behind. The last one had his dad's cock in her cunt and his grandfather's cock in her asshole. He reached down and stroked his own cock through his pants as he flipped back and forth between the photos. He didn't hear his mom walk into the room and was startled when she said, "Kind of interesting pictures aren't they?" As he turned to look at her his eyes were level with her tits and he could plainly see that her nipples were hard and pressing against the negligee's material. He nodded his head, gulped and then decided to press on. "Can I ask a couple of questions?" She nodded and sat down in a chair right next to him. "Did you really let Grandpa Bert fuck you?" She smiled and nodded. "And did he and dad both fuck you at the same time?" She again nodded. "Did you like it?" She chuckled, "Honey, you have no idea how much I liked it, I liked it so much in fact that we are going to do it again soon." He looked back at the picture on his computer monitor, "How many times have you fucked Grandpa Bert?" Dorothy decided to have a little fun, "You mean how many times did I fuck him that night or how many nights he has had a chance to fuck me?" Gregory look back at her but before he could say anything she continued, "That was the first time I have ever fucked and/or sucked Bert. But that night, between your dad, Bert and James I have to tell you I had a sore mouth, a sore cunt and a sore asshole to say nothing about my titties." She reached to take one of Gregory's hands in hers and then slowly pressed it against one of her breasts, "But I don't have any soreness right now, well, at least not yet!" She felt his hand slowly squeeze her tit and she continued, "What I am trying to say again is that I want to feel your hands on my tits, my ass and in my cunt and I most definitely want to feel your cock in my mouth, my ass and my cunt, I plan to fuck your brains out this weekend, is that clear enough?" Gregory continued massaging his mother's tit and nodded. "Good," she said, "but we need to eat something so we have the energy to do all of that stuff. Come on, I made some hotdogs." The two of them walked into the kitchen and he sat down as she put the food on the table.As she bent over to put the food on the table she said, "The thing about these thong panties is that they do ride up my hiney. Gregory, could you do me a favor since my hands are full and untie them for me?" His hands were shaking as he reached under her negligee and fumbled with the strings of her panties. He finally managed to undo them enough that all Dorothy had to do was spread her legs slightly and they fluttered to the floor. She turned to face him and to show him her pussy. As Gregory stared at it she said, "I like it shaved, dad likes it shaved, James likes it shaved, how about you?" Gregory stared up at his mom, "Oh, I like it shaved, I really do, but I have never seen it before when it wasn't shaved." "So, does this mean I am going to have to let my pussy hair grow just so you can decide?" Gregory grinned up at his mom, "Nah, I have seen enough pictures of women with hairy cunts, I think I will just love to look at yours without hair." She turned back to the stove and told him, "We are having hotdogs for lunch and I pulled out a couple of steaks for dinner. How many hotdogs would you like?" Gregory told her two would be plenty. She fixed his dogs and then began to fix one for herself. "Damn," she said, "I just got some mustard on my nightie, damn, damn." She placed her plate on the table and then lifted the bottom of her negligee and pulled it over her head. Gregory had just taken a bite of his lunch and suddenly there was his mom completely naked in front of him, less than 2 feet from him in fact. His eyes flicked back and forth between his mom's tits and her cunt. His cock had been hard but now, if it was possible, it got even harder. Then she turned and bent over to retrieve her nightie and he had a close up view of her asshole. She straightened up and turned back to face him as she hung the nightie over the back of a chair.He looked up at her face when she smiled down at him and said, "Well, I couldn't very well eat my lunch with mustard on my clothes now could I?" As he continued to stare at his naked mother he shook his head "no." He did notice that she had not put her hotdog on a bun and also that she had put a banana on her plate. She sat down across from him.She watched as he continued to stare at her tits. She looked down and tweaked each nipple. The eroticism of the moment had made her pussy so wet she knew she was going to leave some fluids on the chair. She picked up the hotdog with her fingers. She stared at it for a moment and then lowered her head and sucked it into her mouth. She took about four inches into her mouth and then pulled it slowly back out. The entire time she stared at him and knew that he was very turned on by what she was doing. "I love to suck on things shaped like this; you know bananas and hot dogs, that kind of thing. I have even been told I am pretty good at it." With that she held the hotdog in one hand and then licked its entire length with the tip of her tongue. She continued to stare at her son as he intently watched what his mother was doing. Then she wrapped her lips around the hotdog and slowly sucked almost the entire thing into her mouth. "Mmmm," she murmured, "I love doing this but I also like bigger things in my mouth." She reached for the banana, slowly and sensuously peeled it, laid the peel on her plate and repeated the licking and sucking motions for him. "Yeah, that is more like it." At that point, she put the banana down and put her hotdog on a bun with some mustard and made a big production of sliding it in and out of her mouth as she ate it. "Mom," he said, "does dad really know we are going to be doing these things?" She nodded. "Honey, your dad and I talked and just the idea of you fucking me made his cock so hard that he had to fuck my brains out, so yeah, he knows." Gregory looked at her, "What about Grandpa Bert?" Dorothy shook her head, "No," she said, "Bert doesn't know about my plans for you, at least he doesn't know about them yet!" Gregory gulped as he swallowed some soda, "Does that mean you might tell him?" His mom nodded. "Well, Grandpa Bert made a couple of comments about you and me fucking the night those pictures were taken. From the way he acted when he was fucking me, I think your Grandpa would really like to know and I am sure he wants to watch you fuck me, yeah he would enjoy that." Gregory wasn't sure how she would react to his next question but decided to plunge ahead and ask. "You said you would answer any of my questions, right?" She nodded but said nothing. "You mentioned someone named 'James' who is he," her son asked. "First off, you have to know that your dad and I love each other very, very much. I would no sooner think of going with someone else than I would not having you as my son. But, daddy and I have finally figured out that I have a very high sex drive, I mean I love sex, sex in all its forms. But, I have never had a chance to explore them until James came along. James is a friend of mine who I have been seeing for a few months. He has been teaching me things about sex that I kind of knew about but had never really tried before." Her son merely nodded his head so she continued. "He has really opened my eyes to a lot of sexual activities and, to be honest, I am loving every minute of it. He has me do things that I would never have considered doing before." Gregory looked at her, "So dad knows about you and James?" She nodded. "And he knows you have been doing things?" Again she nodded. "Like what kinds of things," her son asked. She smiled as she replied, "Oh, things like flashing truck drivers, showing my pussy and ass to strangers, posing for sexy pictures by the way you can thank him for the pictures you have seen lately and, even for approaching you about sex." Gregory couldn't help but continue to stare at her tits, "I guess you have let James fuck you, right?" "Honey," she said, "James has fucked me in the mouth, between my tits, in my cunt and up my ass many times. Daddy and I have agreed that I am James' sex slave; I do anything and everything he wants me to do. For reasons I don't really understand, I want, I mean really WANT to do things James makes me do. If James wanted me to fuck a group of men, I would, without hesitation, take off my panties, lay on my back and let one guy after another fuck me.""How does dad feel about that," her son wanted to know? She slowly replied, "It really turns your dad on to know that other men have fucked me and, as you can see from the pictures, he really likes watching me fuck other guys." Gregory took another bite of his hotdog."Can I ask some more questions," he wanted to know? Dorothy thought to herself, "In for a penny, in for a pound" and nodded yes. It was apparent from the look on his face that Gregory was carefully forming his next question, "I have seen Grandpa Jack staring really hard at Kathy sometimes, is he, you know, doing anything with her?" "No, your dad and I have talked about Kathy and for the moment at least she is not involved and unless she has guessed about some things, she doesn't know anything for sure." "Wow, I think I would like to watch Kathy having sex." She grinned at her son, "And maybe you even having some sex with her?" He blushed while he nodded his head. "Mmmmm, this could get interesting. I think I would like to watch you and Kathy fucking. But hey, I am sitting here completely naked and yet you still have your clothes on, that is not fair, do you think?"Gregory stared at his mom for a moment and then stood up. He peeled his t-shirt over his head and Dorothy saw his smooth chest. There was the hint of chest hair around his nipples but he probably wouldn't have a thick rug of hair on his chest as he aged. She saw that his nipples were hard as two little diamonds and as much as she wanted to touch and taste them, she restrained herself. Gregory slipped his pants down over his hips and stood in front of her in his underwear. His cock was straining against the material and she could see a fairly large wet spot near the tip of his cock. He slowly put his thumbs in the waistband and then began to pull them down. He had to pull the waist band out to get it over his cock and then he stepped out of them, revealing himself entirely to his mom. She stared intently at his cock and then looked up at him, "You have a good size cock, a little thick and what, about 7 inches long?" He grinned at her and replied, "Honestly mom, I have never measured it." She chuckled, "Well, let's get that taken care of right now." She stood up, walked over to one of the drawers and withdrew a 12 inch ruler. She walked back to her son, sat down and then, ever so gently, wrapped one hand around his cock, and then pressed the ruler against his balls. As she looked down at the ruler, "Yep," she said, "I was right, you are just a little over 7 inches." His cock was hot in her hand and another droplet of fluid oozed out of the tip.She put the ruler down, still holding his cock and looked up at him. "Now you are going to get your first lesson." She leaned slightly forward, pulled his cock down slightly and used the tip of her tongue to taste his precum. "Oh my," she whispered in a husky voice, "I love the taste of your cock." She then licked the entire length from his balls to the tip. She felt him quiver as she did that and she sensed that he might cum very quickly. Again she looked up at him, "You are probably going to shoot your load pretty fast but don't worry about it, as you gain experience and learn control, you should be able to hold out for quite some time." With that, she leaned forward and sucked the head of his dick into her mouth. She held her lips so that just the head of his dick was in her mouth and she used her tongue to lick the entire head. As she looked up, she saw that Gregory's head was back, that his breathing was coming faster, and it was obvious that he liked what she was doing. She refocused on his cock and then slowly sucked its length into her mouth. She got his entire cock into her mouth and throat so that her nose was tickled by his pubic hair. Dorothy slowly backed away letting his dick slip from her mouth entirely. "That is what is called being deep throated, getting the entire length of your cock into my mouth," as she slowly stroked his dick. "There are women who don't like to suck cock at all and there are others, like your mom, who love to suck dick and even others, again like your mom, who love to deep throat a man's dick. Does it feel good?" She saw him nod his head and realized that he was on the verge of cumming so she again took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his cock and in just a couple of seconds she felt the first pulse of her son's orgasm. Only the head of his dick was in her mouth as he shot his first stream of cum. She stroked her son's cock helping him cum more and more. Dorothy held as much of his cum in her mouth as possible and felt his cum pulses slowing. When she was sure he was finished, she knew she had a large amount of cum to swallow. She tilted her head back and, as he looked down at her, she opened her mouth so he could see his cum. She then swallowed and swallowed again. She smacked her lips, "Here is lesson two, there are women who don't suck cock, some who will suck cock but don't like the taste of cum and there are others, like your mom, who love the taste of cum and will swallow it all." As she finished speaking she leaned forward and licked his cock all over. After he had cum his cock had been softening but with his mom's ministrations, he was getting hard all over again. "Ah," his mom murmured, "the recovery power of youth, I love it." She slowly stroked his cock and then said, "You know you can take a break if you want or, maybe you would like some more lessons." Gregory leaned down, cupped his mom's tits and replied, "More lessons, please, more lessons."Dorothy stood up, wiggled her finger at him, and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her and Jack's bedroom. Gregory was walking behind her and, as the ascended the stairs he caught glimpses of her pussy and asshole. As he walked he kept thinking to himself, "I am going to fuck my mom, I am going to fuck my mom, I am going to fuck my mom!" With each step his cock kept getting harder and harder. As they reached the top of the stairs Dorothy turned, "I gather that you really like looking at my ass, huh?" Without missing a beat Gregory replied, "And your pussy to mom, and your pussy!" She giggled to herself feeling extra naughty for flashing her own son. But she was also thinking to herself, "I am going to fuck my son, I am going to fuck my son, I am going to fuck my son!" They walked into the bedroom and she told Gregory to lie down on the bed on his back. She got on the bed beside him resting on her side and elbow."Now," she said, "your lessons begin in seriousness. Too many guys think that all the have to do to please a woman is slide their cocks into her cunt, pound away for a few moments, shoot their cum inside her, and then roll off and go to sleep. It isn't anything like that at all. A woman needs to be prepared, she needs to be romanced, and she needs to be ready before she fucks. There are a number of ways to get a woman ready and we will start with simple kissing." She leaned forward, her breasts rubbing against Gregory's arm, and kissed him lightly on the lips. She moved back a bit and then leaned again to kiss him. This time she lingered and used the tip of her tongue to trace the outline of his lips. She again leaned back, "Those were just opening kisses. Have you ever French kissed a girl?" Her son shook his head "no" and said, "At least not that I know of." "You've never stuck your tongue in a girl's mouth or had one stick her tongue in yours?" He smiled at her, "Oh that, yeah, I have done that, I just didn't know it had a name." She leaned down to him and pressed her lips against his. He opened his mouth slightly as he felt her tongue pressing on his lips. As he opened wider he felt her tongue touch the tip of his own tongue and he responded by moving his tongue against his mom's. As they continued to kiss, the young man became more and more aware of how sensuous and erotic "French kissing" could be. After a very long kiss, she broke it off and leaned up. "Honey," she murmured, "you are a very good student, you kiss very well and virtually any woman I know would like to be kissed by you." "Moving on with your lessons another thing most women love is to have their tits sucked and played with. I am going to show you how to do it by kissing and sucking your nipples. Again, there are some men who like that and others who don't but I hope you do." Before she could continue Gregory asked, "Does dad or Grandpa Bert like having their tits sucked?" She found herself almost laughing, "First off, only women have tits, men have chests and secondly, your dad loves having his nipples sucked but Grandpa doesn't seem to enjoy it all that much." With that she leaned over and slowly kissed one of her son's nipples. As she was starting to lick and suck it, she felt his hand on her breast. "No I want you to concentrate on what I am doing to you so you get a very good idea of what it feels like for a woman, so no playing with my boobs, at least not yet." Gregory moved his hand down alongside his body as he watched his mom lower her head and resume sucking on his nipples. She moved her head back and forth between his nipples, sucking them, licking them and holding them in her mouth. After several minutes of ministering to him she stopped, looked down at him and said "I am going to bite your nipples, not hard silly, just kind of firmly because some women like that and some don't" "Do you like that done to your nipples, mom?"As she took one of his nipples in her mouth she nodded her head. Gregory felt her teeth gently but firmly gnawing on first one nipple and then the other and, as before, experienced the erotic nature of what his mom was doing to him. She stopped, "Now this next lesson is kind of an OJT lesson, you don't have a pussy and you need to learn your way around one. Lean up on your side, okay?" She lay on her back and took one of his hands and guided it down to the top of her cunt. "Now, just use your middle finger for a minute." He extended his middle finger and she moved his hand so that his finger rubbed her pussy lips. "Those are my pussy lips, you can feel how soft they are and you need to understand that they conceal two very important parts of a woman's body." She guided his hand and felt his finger part her pussy, when she felt the tip on her clitoris she stopped him. "Can you feel that bump?" He nodded and she continued, "That is my clitoris or as some people call it my clit, my love button, or my little dick. It is very, very sensitive so you want to be gentle but if you rub it correctly," as she spoke he began moving the tip of his finger over her clit, "oh god yes, just like that, oh that feels sooooo good." She stopped speaking and just let him rub her clit. In a couple of minutes she felt an orgasm building inside her and decided to just go with it. "Oh honey," she whispered, "you are making mommy cum, oh yes, don't stop, god it feels wonderful, yes, yes, I am cumming!" She felt her pussy starting to leak fluids, her cunt muscles clenched and unclenched, her asshole kept tightening up and the loosening up, and she could not help herself as she began to pinch and pull on her own nipples. The orgasm finally washed over her and left her breathless and with a slight sheen of sweat on her body. "Are you okay, mom?"She lifted her head and kissed him on the lips, "Sweetie, I am sooooo okay, that was wonderful. The only thing that could have made it more wonderful is if you had sucked on my tits, but you are still learning, so next time, finger fuck my cunt and suck my tits at the same time." She wasn't sure she was ready for another orgasm so soon but she knew that his training had to continue. "Okay," she guided his hand back to her clit, "now move your finger down a bit and press it into my cunt until you feel a hole." He did as she had instructed him and suddenly felt his finger slip inside his mom's body clear up to his knuckles. "Oh god," she whispered again, "you have found my vagina, oh wow that feels sooooo good. That is one of the holes your dick will be enjoying and it is also the place that you came out of my body when you were born. You can move your finger back and forth, up and down, Oh yes, just like that, all you want. Now, let your thumb rub against my clit at the same time, god, yes, you are doing it, just like that, oh yes! You are now finger fucking your mom and you are doing it so very well, please don't stop." Gregory kept moving his finger in and out of his mom's pussy, making sure to rub her clit with his thumb. After several moments Dorothy said, "Please, suck on my tits and put another finger into my pussy." He leaned over, sucked one of her nipples and then used his index finger and was amazed at how easily she took it. A couple more minutes passed and she said, "Honey, use your third finger and start fucking me hard!" Gregory did as she asked and was soon pounding his fingers in and out of his mom's cunt. He was sucking hard on her tit and worried that he might hurt her. When she started cumming again and he could feel her pussy muscles really squeezing his fingers, she pulled his head hard on her tit. She moaned, "God, this is so good, I love what you are doing to me, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" With that she pulled hard on the sheets on the bed and let the orgasm flow over her. Gregory waited until she seemed to have calmed down somewhat before he pulled his hand away from her pussy. He looked down at her, "Mom, did it hurt to have three fingers inside you?" She shook her head "no" and said, "Soon, I will see if I can get your whole hand into my cunt, it is called 'being fisted' and I have only had it done once." "You mean you want me to put my whole hand in your cunt?" She nodded, smiled and then said, "And when it is in you can try to wiggle your fingers around, mmmmmmmm!" Gregory rolled over and lay on his back trying to grasp all that had happened so far."After that little session, I need to take a shower, are you up for one," she inquired? He was a little perplexed but then she clarified her question, "I mean, do you want to take a shower with me?" He grinned, "You probably don't know this but I have watched you shower a couple of times." She grinned back at him, "No, I didn't KNOW you had but I did suspect that you had peeked at me several times." They both got up and walked into the shower. She turned the water on, got the temperature just right and then turned to face him. "I have to pee, would you like to watch?" He figured what the heck, and nodded his head. She suggested that he kneel down, she reached between her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart, and watched his face as she began to pee. "Wow mom that is sooooo cool!" When her pee had stopped she said, "Do you have to pee?" He grinned, "Yeah, I have to pee too!" She knelt in front of him, grasped his cock and looked up at him. "Mom, it might be kind of hard to pee with you holding my cock, you know?" She told him to just relax and think about pissing. He finally started and, at first, she aimed his piss down between them but then she slowly raised his cock as he watched in amazement and directed the stream onto her tits. Then he was astonished as she directed the stream into her mouth. As he was pissing she was looking up at him with a huge grin on her face. When her mouth was full, she pursed her lips and directed a stream of his own piss all over his crotch. Then she leaned forward and sucked his piss soaked cock into her mouth."Mmmmm," she said, "I have known a couple of gals who liked golden showers but I only recently discovered that I like getting a golden shower. Your dad, your grandpa and James all pissed on me and I found I really like it. So it's another lesson for you, some women like golden showers and some don't. I sure I like it and I think you liked it so I guess we will have to try it again sometime, won't we?" Her son grinned at her and nodded his head. After he stopped pissing, she leaned forward and sucked his cock for a brief moment. "Another lesson for you, some women love to suck a cock after a piss but most women don't" Her son finished the sentence for her, "but you like it, right mom?" She nodded as she giggled and sucked some more."Mom, how did you get the idea to try a golden shower?"She looked at him, "I was ordered to do it by James. Remember I told you I do anything he wants me to do?" Her son nodded. "Well, that Friday your grandpa was here, he was fucking me in the ass and then daddy started eating my pussy. It was so wonderful I didn't stop it but I should have. You see, James had told me I could do anything they wanted to me but I couldn't let them do something to me at the same time, you know like dp me. Anyway, they did and I came but then I remembered. So when James got here, I told him and he made me swallow several mouthfuls of piss some from him, some from dad and some from your grandpa.""You actually swallowed piss?"She nodded her head, "And I think I am getting to like the taste. Not something I want to do every day but once in a while, yeah, I'll do it!"Her soon looked a little sheepish, "Would you piss on me someday mom?""With pleasure, my dear, with pleasure!"With that, she stood up, took a wash cloth and proceeded to wash her son's body paying particular attention to his cock and ass. When she was finished she let him get under the shower and handed the cloth to him, "My turn!" As he washed his mom's body, she told him to make sure he washed her tits, cunt and asshole very well which he was, of course, more than willing to do. Dorothy turned around so he could wash her back and pushed her ass out at him. He washed her back and the cheeks of her ass with the wash cloth. Then she felt his finger trace the crack of her ass and stop on her asshole. "Why don't you stick your finger in my ass? Before you do, here is another lesson. A woman's pussy and a man's cock generate lubrication to make fucking easier. Assholes don't have any natural lubrication so you have to use something else. In this case, just make sure there is plenty of soap on your finger before you push it in." Gregory soaped his finger and then she felt him pressing it into her asshole. "Mmmmm," she whispered in a husky voice, "I love having that done, and I really like nice hard things inside my ass. I bet you would like to stick your cock in there wouldn't you?" "Oh god mom, can I, please can I," her son whispered back. She paused for a moment and, as much as she wanted him to fuck her in the ass she decided not to let him do it at this moment. "Later, honey, I promise you before the night is out you are going to be pounding your cock in my asshole, but not right now, we have some other lessons to finish first." She could hear the disappointment in his voice when he replied, "Okay mom." He withdrew his finger and they both rinsed off then they got out of the shower, dried off and got back on the bed.In the bed, she turned and lay on her side resting her head on her hand. With her other hand she reached down and slowly began fondling his semi-hard cock. "You know, I have used my mouth on your cock and I think it is time you returned the favor. I want to show you how to eat pussy." His cock twitched as she rolled over to lie on her back. As she spread her legs she said, "Okay, for the moment, kneel between my legs." Her son positioned himself so he was between his mother's legs and stared with rapt attention at her shaved pussy. "Now just use one finger and rub between my cunt lips, oh, yes, just like that. Can you feel my clit?" He nodded. "That is what you want to pay close attention to when eating a woman's pussy. Now, slip your finger into my vagina." He did as she said and she moaned softly. "When you are eating me, use your tongue on my clit and slide your tongue it into my vagina kind of like you are tongue fucking me, which is what you are going to be doing." Gregory leaned forward but found the position was awkward. "Honey it is better if you lay down when a woman is on her back." He moved back a little and lay on his stomach. Of course his hardon got in the way and he had to straighten it out. "See, sometimes your own cock can be a pain, huh," she laughingly asked him. He finally got comfortable and tentatively licked his mom's pussy. He started out slowly because he wasn't sure if he would like the taste of his mother's cunt. He slipped his tongue between her pussy lips and felt the tip rub her clit. "Oh yes that's it. Use your tongue on mommy's clit, ooooh, yes, oh god, I love the tongue fucking you are doing, don't stop." Gregory was soon comfortable with the taste of his mom and began experimenting, moving his tongue side to side, then up and down, and he even tried to move it in a circle. It seemed that no matter what he did, including slipping two fingers into her vagina, she loved it. Dorothy kept up a running commentary and encouraged him to do whatever he wanted. "My cunt is there for you, try whatever you like, trust me, I will love it." At one point she told him to hold a second and she lifted her legs, put her arms behind her knees and spread her cunt wide. "Now, you have even more access to my pussy," she said as her son moved forward and went back to licking her cunt. "Oh god, now, put your lips around my clit and suck it like you would a little lollipop, oh yes, yes, yes god that feels so good." As Gregory sucked on her clit he decided to see what he could get away with. Using his left hand he slipped his index finger into her vagina, stroked it in and out of her a couple of times and then pulled it out, found her asshole with the tip and slowly pushed his finger inside her. "Oh you wicked, wicked boy," she said through clenched teeth, "I should have known you would try that." He lifted his head from her pussy, "Should I stop?" In a mock angry voice she said, "If you stop eating my cunt and finger fucking my asshole you will be in a world of trouble young man, get back to the business at hand!"She watched her son lower his head and felt his mouth on her pussy. He continued to finger her asshole and she knew the combination of sensations would bring her to orgasm soon. "Do you know what 'going 69' is," she asked. He replied with "Mmmm uh" but didn't lift his mouth from her pussy where he was forcing his tongue in and out of her vagina. "We'll have to try that later, you think?" He again replied with "Mmmm uh!" The image of her son laying on his back and she straddling his face with her pussy while sucking his cock finally pushed her over the edge, "God, I am cumming, oh yes, don't stop, suck my clit, finger my asshole, oh please Gregory, don't stop!" For his part, Gregory continued his assault on his mother's nether regions and kind of enjoyed the way her thighs squeezed his head as her orgasm engulfed her. She told him to lay down beside her so she could recover from her very intense orgasm.When she finally got her breath back she said, "You are a very good student and I am here to tell you that you will make a lot of women happy. The more you pleasure them the more they will be willing to do with, to and for you." She reached over the stroke his chest, "Of course, you will want to practice a lot, won't you?" He grinned at his mother, "Mom, I think I am going to need to practice four or five or six times as day!" She recoiled in mock shock, "You mean you are going to want to fuck and suck that much, what are we going to do about my poor pussy, tits and asshole if you use them so much?" He leaned up on an elbow and then right before he took one of her nipples into his mouth he said, "I am sure we will figure out something, won't we?" She chuckled and lay her head back as he sucked on first one nipple and then the other. She felt his hand slide down her stomach and soon found her pussy. She spread her legs slightly when she felt his fingers between her pussy lips. She was enjoying the sensuousness when the damn phone rang."Don't stop but don't make any noise unless I tell you it is okay," she said to her son. Dorothy reached for the phone and found that it was Jack calling. "Hey you," her husband said, "everything going okay?" Dorothy turned on the speaker phone and replied, "It is going more than okay, your son is a fantastic student." "Really, then he is a chip off the old block cause I am learning things too," her husband replied. Then he asked, "Has he fucked you yet?" "Not yet but he has gotten a blow job, he has lessons in kissing, titty sucking, finger fucking both my pussy and my asshole, how to eat a woman's cunt, and he is such a good student I have had five or six orgasms already. His next lesson is going to be about fucking.""Hey pal, how are you enjoying your time with your mom?""Dad, it is fantastic, god, I am having a ball!""Well, I guess you are going to get to 'ball' your mom real soon, huh?"Dorothy interrupted, "Unless I am mistaken, he is going to have his hard cock in my cunt and, well maybe he won't want to fuck me in the ass, huh?"Gregory grinned, grabbed his dick, "Mom, I want to fuck you every way I can!"Dorothy laughed, "Just like your dad, god honey, I was you were here to watch." "Hun I WISH I was there to watch or at least somewhere where I could drag my cock out and jack off. You are making me sooooo hot." She giggled, "Do you want me to stop talking about what we are doing?" "Lord no," he replied, "I would love to hear all the details but don't have time. Kathy's team won their game and they will be in the finals, so what time we will be getting home is still up in the air." "Well, why don't you call right when you leave and that will give us a couple of hours lead time. Can I ask a question?" "Sure fire away." "Have you thought about how we are going to involve Kathy in all of this?" Gregory who had been sucking his mom's tits was startled by the question but the idea of having his sister involved started a fire in his cock. "No, not really, I want to be involved of course, but I think it is also important that you be there to help her along, we will have to talk about it and kind of plan things out. I take it that Gregory knows or strongly suspects Kathy may become a participant." Gregory spoke up, "Yeah dad I'd love to fuck Kathy and watch you fuck her, that would be great!" Jack could hear the smile in Dorothy's voice, "Well, there is your answer." She could hear him laugh, "Oh shit," he said, "I've got to go, talk with you later tonight." Before he could hang up she said, "Make it really late, after 10 or 11 okay?" Her husband acknowledged her request and they both hung up their phones."See," she said to her son, "your dad knows what we are doing and he approves of my course of instructions for you!" She smiled down at her son as he grinned at her holding her nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue over it. "Are you hard," she asked? He let go of her nipple, raised himself to his knees and grasped his very hard cock, "Mmmmm," he said jokingly, "am I hard," he looked down at his own cock then back at his mom, "yep, I am hard, why?" "Well I think it is time for your next lesson. Well, how does fucking your mom in her pussy sound?" "Sounds great! What do I do?""Okay, then, kneel between my legs again." Gregory moved on the bed so that he was kneeling between her spread legs and could see that her cunt was wide open. "Almost everything we have done so far was what you should do before you try to fuck a woman. I mean, even the blow job I gave you made me wet but you can't always count on a woman being willing to suck you off. So, the kissing, the attention to my tits, fingering my pussy, and eating me were the things you should do before you go sticking your cock in some gal's pussy. Now, let's presume you and I have been making out for quite a time and you have gotten my panties off and you can tell that my cunt is wet and I am ready to have your cock in me." She reached forward and wrapped her fingers around his hard dick. As she pulled him slowly forward and down he had to move his hands near her sides to support himself. Once the head of his cock was right at her pussy, she moved his dick up and down, parting her pussy lips and rubbing the head over her clit. She did this because she enjoyed the feelings but also to make sure he understood all of the sensations. She raised her hips slightly and moved the head of his cock to her vagina. "Okay, now, push it in, but do it slowly, yeah, just like that! Oh god, that feels sooooo good, I love your hard dick in my pussy, ever since James suggested that I let you fuck me I have been thinking about this moment. Honey you are doing great, you might cum really quickly and that is okay, like with the blow job, you will get better at it and last much, much longer." Her son had pushed his cock all of the way inside her and she felt his balls rub against her ass cheeks. Gregory couldn't believe how wet and hot and slippery his mom's cunt was and the actual act of fucking her came quite naturally to him. He just seemed to know that he had to push his cock in and out of her or at least that is what his body told him to do. Dorothy had pulled him down on top of her and his chest was mashed against her tits. He had unintentionally assumed a position where his cock was rubbing against his mom's clit heightening her sexual pleasure that much more. He slowly fucked her for several minutes and she managed to get him to suck on her tits. Almost unconsciously she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Gregory's waist. He moved his hands until they were cupping the cheeks of her ass. As he slid his fingers up and down her ass crack he felt the moisture from her cunt. Without any real thought about it, he began to press a finger into his mom's asshole. "Oh, god, yes, finger my asshole while you fuck my cunt, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Gregory managed to get most of his index finger into her asshole. He could feel his own cock sliding back and forth in her vagina and he wondered what it would be like to have a finger in his own asshole. "Mom," he whispered in her ear, "I have always loved you and I will always love you but I have to tell you that I love you even more right this minute. I love the feeling of your cunt on my cock, my finger in your asshole, your tits on my chest, oh it makes me love you soooo much." She hugged her son even closer to her and then as if by magic both of them started to cum.He drove his cock hard into her pussy, driving like a piston into her, and he jammed his finger even deeper into her asshole. She could feel his cock driving into her and felt her pussy muscles tightening around it, almost like she was trying to pull him all of the way inside her. She felt his balls slapping her ass like they were trying to hammer his finger into her even more deeply. Suddenly he lunged down on her and she knew he was cumming and that pushed her over the edge. Her own orgasm exploded in and around her body, her mind saw fireworks and the heat of his cum seemed to boil up inside her. The two of them stayed locked together until her leg muscles couldn't take it anymore and she had to put them down. She watched as her son rolled off of her and lay on his back, his cock glistening with the mix of her fluids and is own cum. His breathing was fast but, like hers, was slowing down. She moved so that her feet were close to her butt and then, as he watched, she dipped two fingers into her pussy and scooped out his cum. She brought the cum to her lips and then slowly licked her fingers clean. After she had sucked them, she smiled at him and said, "Someday, you might want to try eating my pussy after you have filled it with your cum!" He was taken aback at the suggestion and asked, "Has dad done that?" She nodded her head and said, "And so has Grandpa Bert and James." Her son thought to himself, "Well, if they can do it there is no reason I can't." With that he reached between him mom's legs, dipped his finger into her pussy and felt the wetness. He tasted himself and his mom and decided it was not all that bad."Are you as sleepy as I am," she asked? She looked at the clock and saw it was 3:00 the afternoon. "Yeah," he replied, "I think I could use a little nap." "There is a light blanket in the chest," she said as she pointed to a chest at the foot of the bed, "why don't you get it and cover us up?" She watched as he got up, seemingly not the least disturbed to be naked in front of her. He got the blanket, spread it out and covered her. He crawled under the blanket and she pulled his arm behind her head and she cuddled with him. As he held his mom he could feel her breasts against his side and honestly hoped he would get another hard on. She lay next to her son thinking to herself, "Am I a wicked woman or what, here I have sucked his cock, let him eat my pussy, felt his finger in my asshole, he has pissed on me and he has filled my cunt with his cum. Yeah, I might be wicked but I am loving every minute of it and I am sure all of his girlfriends and his wife will have me to thank for teaching him how to please a woman." She then remembered a comment Louise had made, "I wonder if his wife will be willing to join us?" The thoughts of her plans for the rest of the night were swirling around in her mind as she drifted off to sleep. For his part, right before he fell asleep, Gregory was also thinking about what all had happened and he had to admit that he was one lucky guy.Dorothy's Story continues in Part 9 The Saturday Evening |
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william1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/62/william1.txt | Back in 1988, William was a senior in high school. His younger sister, Ann, was a freshman. Ann had begun her transformation into womanhood, and it did not go unnoticed by her brother. He constantly attempted to get a glimpse of her budding beauty, whether it was by trying to barge into her room without knocking, needing to use the bathroom while she was showering or bathing, and going outside late in the evening to watch her undress from her window. William didn't have a girlfriend, but had gotten infatuated with his little sister, so didn't care about any other girls. It didn't help that William wasn't a jock or extremely attractive. He was rather dull and average in looks, but he was quite studious and somewhat nerdy. His intelligence had him competing for the valedictorian of his class. Ann, on the other hand, was a socialite who loved to talk to her friends on the phone and watch romantic movies like "Dirty Dancing" and "Ghost". She didn't care about grades as much as her looks and popularity status. One day, William decided to get a great look at his sister in the nude using the guise of scaring her. He hid under her bed while she was in the shower, knowing she would return to her room to apply lotion to her body before getting her nightgown on. His plan worked better than expected because his dad was out with his work friends watching March Madness games. Their mother had died from cancer two years earlier, so it was now just the three of them at home. When Ann came out of the shower, she saw William's bedroom door shut, so felt secure enough to keep her towel around her and jog across the hall to her room. She shut her bedroom door behind her and dropped the towel on her bed. Unbeknownst to her, William was inches away from her wet, smooth ankles and pedicured feet. He waited until just the right moment to scare her because he didn't want her too close to the towel. He saw her walk around to her vanity where she grabbed the bottle of smelly lotion which she would be spreading over her body. He knew this would be the best time to surprise her. She sat down in the chair, away from the towel and clothes. He heard her squirting out the lotion into her palm and quietly crawled out from under the bed opposite Ann. As he peeked around the corner, he saw her lovely little pink nipples sticking out from her pert young breasts. She was rubbing her lotion onto the tops of her thighs and knees, so he got a perfect profile view of her tits between her arm and chest. Immediately, he felt that tingle in his groin. While she reloaded her palm with more lotion, he took action and stood up yelling "BOO!" Ann's surprise and shock made her toss the bottle of lotion in the air behind her and scream out with eyes wide. "WILLIAM! What the hell are you doing in here? GET OUT!" "Hey, I'm sorry. I just thought I'd have some fun scaring you. If you want, I can finish putting your lotion on you."She stayed in her chair with her hair still wet. Her arms crossed across her chest. She looked hotter than he ever imagined with her tender white skin getting stretched on her chest and slight hint of growing hips. Ann looked at him and realized she could have a good thing, though unexpectedly. "You're sick, Will! You shouldn't look at your sister like this. What's wrong with you? Do you know what Dad will do when I tell him what you're doing?""Ann, I'm sorry. I just thought I'd spend time with you. I didn't realize you'd be naked." (yeah, right) "However, you do look good."That last sentence brought a small smile to her face, so he continued, knowing she was vain and enjoyed being the center of attention. "While I'm in here, can I just take a quick peek at you? I'll let you look at me if you want.""I don't know, Will. I still think this is sick, but if get undressed right now, I'll consider it."Will hadn't really thought of it, considering he never imagined getting as far as he was right now, but he quickly stripped off his T-shirt and pulled down his shorts. He was going commando underneath, so he half-attempted to cover his raging hard on with his hands. This was, after all, the first time he had been naked in front of another girl, except when he took baths with Ann back when they were both very little. Of course, then, he didn't sport wood, she didn't have the body she did now, and neither had pubic hair. Ann gasped at the sight of her brother's sizeable penis bouncing behind his spread hands. She never imagined it to be that big. In fact, she never considered her brother as a sexual object, but now gazing at the long slender shaft attached to him, she was reconsidering. "Move your hands, Will. I want to see all of you." She then stood, faced him, and put her hands at her side. "There. Happy? Now get out.""Oh, wow, Ann! I didn't realize how beautiful you were," Will said, while staring at the image of his little sister before him. He couldn't seem to remove his eyes from her breasts which had no sag, but were nicely rounded and looking like small funnels which ended at a pink areola tipped with a tiny nipple the size and color of a pencil eraser. Just below those tits was a subtly curved smooth stomach with a small belly button. Looking just under that gorgeous stomach was a sparse batch of pubic hair which did nothing to hide the still moist lips of Ann's perfect pussy that was bordered by her adolescent hips which gave her legs that model-worthy definition. "Thanks Will. Now leave me alone." Poor William was so horny that he couldn't have walked if he wanted. His balls were churning up a fresh batch of sperm that had "Ann's Eggs or Bust" written all over them. Sadly for them, they never made it even close. Without as much as a breeze, William began spurting out pre-cum from the head of his penis. Ann noticed the glistening clear fluid coming out and yelled, "Will, get that cleaned up!" He was totally unaware of what he body was doing and looked down to see his semen seeping out like a trickle of water from a leaky faucet. When his hand touched the underside of his dick to lift it up to avoid further spillage, it triggered the finale. His thick load waiting for release must have thought it time for the big show. It came spewing out the end of cock and arced into the air landing on the carpet. In his embarrassment, he turned away which only caused the next few spurts to land on Ann's bed and pillow. Ann had never seen such a thing, so she was freaking out. She wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, get mad, or feel sorry for her big dorky brother. She had learned in Health class that the semen carried sperm that could impregnate a girl, so she was afraid to touch it. She also was intrigued at the sight of how easily it was to induce that reaction from Will, but she thought it was funny watching him hop around trying to control his loose trouser snake. She was pissed that it was now laying on her carpet and bed. Will's dick had a mind of its own. After it had drained itself of all that baby-making seed, it was still resisting the natural progression of returning to a flaccid state. It was throbbing with his heartbeat, hoping to stay erect a little longer, but now that Will had prematurely emptied himself without so much as a touch of his sister, he quickly grabbed his shirt and shorts and turned for the door."Sorry, Ann. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry. Please don't tell Dad." He was almost in tears as he reached for the door. His hand was wet with his sticky cum that had dribbled out as latecomers to the party. It got wiped on her door handle, but William didn't care. He just wanted to vacate her room as soon as possible. Ann heard his own bedroom door open and shut within seconds of his leaving.Ann, knowing she was NOT going to be cleaning up HIS mess, decided to take this situation to his room. She put on her cotton panties and nightgown before going to tell William he wasn't done in there until he cleaned up his cum. She was careful to step over the dollops of white floating on the carpet, but didn't know about the cum on the doorknob and was rewarded with a palm and fingers smeared with her brother's sticky cum which was still warm and starting to gel. With disgust, she wiped it on her nightgown and lifted her nightgown to clean off the knob. She opened the door and walked over to Will's bedroom, knocking on it in order to avoid any further sticky knob incidents.To be continued?Archivist's note: Because the author submitted this work anonymously, we will be unable to honor any request for parts not already posted. If the author submits more parts, we will post them, if not, the story ends here.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 62 |
problem.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/13/problem.txt | When Beverly remarried, she was happy with the catch. Buck was no Romeo, certainly no gentleman, but he was a good man, a fun man, a frisky man, and a hard man much of the time. A good man is hard to find and a hard man is good to find. She found one and married him over her fourteen-year-old daughter's strong objections. There was just something about him that Shelly didn't like. Beverly knew that Buck's biggest shortcoming was that he wasn't her daddy. With Beverly, that was his longcoming, plus the fact that he was long and cumming with him was easy. Buck was, if nothing else, a great fuck, but you can't tell a daughter that, or that her daddy couldn't. You could, but you'd look like a slut.For the first two weeks, Buck tried like hell to win the little girl's heart. She did everything but spit in his face. Over the course of another two weeks, he simply tried to get along with her, and she did spit in his face. After that, he totally ignored her and she him. They talked to each other through Beverly, as in, "Will you tell your dumb husband to get his smelly feet out of my way." Or "Would you tell your little bitch to go sit where feet won't be in her way."This bickering bullshit went on all through the second month, and Beverly used to cringe at the term bitch when applied to her daughter, but gradually came to see a bitch, an ungrateful bitch, a stubborn bitch, a rude bitch, and a prudish bitch. Of all those bitches, prudish bitch was what frosted Beverly's knickers the most, because prude was the last thing Shelly was until she decided to be one. You couldn't get her to wear panties except to school, and she had the disgusting habit of getting food on her fingers at the supper table, then playing with her pussy to get the dog to lick her.She got away with doing that when her father was the man of the house, because he thought that disgusting behavior was cute. He thought everything she did was cute, and if she did it with her cute pussy, that was even cuter. He loved watching the poodle lick her, and a fingerful of peanut butter was the best way to keep Frank amused through commercials. The best part was watching her smear creamy peanut butter inside the lips and push some up the hole. That was real cute, precious, and if she was nude and did her asshole too, absolutely adorable.Beverly tolerated that behavior until she could no longer tolerate Frank. With him out, Beverly tried to curb that cute shit, though she couldn't stop it. The peanut butter jar could always be found in Shelly's room. Eventually, Beverly bought one jar for the pantry. She also fought a running battle to stop feeding Sugarbear at the table, but Shelly was so sneaky. The look on her face usually gave her away, and a peek under the table told the disgusting tale. Shelly a prude? That was a laugh.If Shelly was after a sexual molesting from her father, and Beverly was sure she had been and still was on visitation weekends, she was barking up the wrong man. That limp dick couldn't molest a child on a dare from the Pope. If he could get it up, he didn't have enough dick to put a smile on her face. A finger with peanut butter had to feel better than Frank on his best day. Buck was a daddy that could do the job right, and all it would take to get him fired up is a wink and a smile. That man could put enough penile iron up a girl's twat to curl her toes and make her yodel and still have plenty left over for a wife.That was one of the considerations in Buck's favor. Beverly was thinking of Shelly and Shelly's needs. She needed to stop messing around with dogs, and Beverly was fairly certain the messing went way beyond licking. That dog was way too affectionate and easily aroused. A hard man would be good for Shelly to find. Here she had the best living under her roof and she spits in his face then takes the dog to her room. Bitch was a very good handle for that little bitch, but dumb blonde bitch fit her like a glove, her mother thought. Beverly never did tell Buck about Shelly, or the real Shelly, or how right he was when he called her a bitch, but he was catching on by being observant. Right away, he picked up on there being something awfully strange about the way Shelly and Sugarbear interacted.She still wasn't wearing panties at home, which might have gone undetected if the dog weren't so obsessed with her pussy and knew exactly where it was. If that didn't tip Buck off, her habit of mooning him when he upset her certainly did, and no girl can moon a guy like Shelly can. She bends low, grabs both cheeks low, and pulls them hard. Had she ever mooned her father, she might have gotten her adorable ass fucked. Getting her to offer a good moon was as easy as upsetting her.Buck was no idiot. He knew Shelly and her dog were lovers, and he knew she loved showing a man her pussy along with her asshole. Shelly was still feeding Sugarbear from the table, but she wasn't as sly as she thought she was. Beverly stopped correcting Shelly's table behavior, because she wanted her to get careless and tip Buck off to that bit of nastiness, too. He needed to see that for himself to get the full picture, and she'd give it to him if left to her own devices, for doing it where she could be seen doing it was half the fun for her. Getting caught was half the fun for the teenager.Beverly could have told Buck that she wanted Shelly to get a good sexual molesting, but she didn't for the same reason she didn't tell Shelly why she traded in daddies. Beverly didn't want to look like a slut in Shelly's eyes or a pervert in Buck's, so the two were left to discover each other on their own. Shelly was making that difficult by being snotty and acting the prude. Buck wasn't being himself either. He was playing the polite gentleman who wouldn't dream of molesting a child. After two months, they were both having difficulty propping up their pretenses.For her part, Shelly looked ridiculous, acting the prude while offering the kind of moons she offered. Buck looked just as ridiculous acting like a Shelly moon didn't bother him a bit. Those harvest moons killed him and thrilled the piss out of her. Add to that, the way she carried on with a horny dog, and him acting like that was typical behavior for a girl and a poodle - well, you had two idiots dancing around the obvious and not speaking to each other or getting anywhere.Beverly drew hope from the fact that each was beginning to catch on and weaken. Buck knew about the peanut butter in her room. He quickly surmised the purpose of the peanut butter, but never said anything to Shelly, and he never teased her about the dog getting off on her leg or pestering her for pussy. He didn't want to embarrass her or inhibit her. What she did with the dog was fine with Buck. He once joked that he should barge into her room, stick his hard cock in her jar, then say, "Here, try using this." He was joking, but he was serious if his joke got a laugh. His joke did get a laugh. That was the kind of man he was, the kind Shelly needed, but she couldn't appreciate that because he wasn't her Daddy.After a month of them not talking, or sniping at each other through her, Beverly had just about had enough when Buck did something totally unexpected that ended their communication strike. He must have seen Shelly bring food to her lap, then sit there with that look she gets. He figured it out. He took his last bit of roast beef, covered it with gravy, then held it out to Shelly on his fork, saying, "Here's some roast beef for your pussy...go ahead...take it."Shelly sat there looking at it, looking busted while looking at it, thought about what to do, and possibly because Buck seemed sincere and wasn't mocking her, she gingerly took the meat from his fork tines with fingers and brought that sloppy treat between her legs where she smeared the gravy in the lips then stuffed the meat up her hole. Because her mom didn't say anything, she once again enjoyed a dinnertime activity, as she hadn't been able to in almost two years. She was able to openly savor the sensation, which was something like a long, easy orgasm. When the dog got his meat treat and finished with the licking, she looked so relieved and refreshed. She looked to Buck with smiling eyes and softly said, "Thank you, Buck."That was the first smile Buck got from her, certainly the first thank you, and those were the first words spoken to him in a month. That meant the world to him. He smiled back very warmly and said, "You are most welcome, Shelly."That meant a lot to her. She placed her lower lip in teeth and smiled impishly like she used to do for her father. Buck used a piece of bread to sop up the gravy on his plate, then extended that to her on the fork. After looking to her mother to see that it was okay and seeing her warm smile, Shelly took the treat and this time made a production out of the preparation the way she used to do for her father. She leaned back in her seat, brought her feet to the corner edges, and moved her skirt up to her middle. With her knees laid flat out to the sides, she swabbed a wide beaver, getting the gravy all over and inside the lips before stuffing the bread up the hole using two fingers.Just as her father used to do, Buck leaned left so that he could see everything. That didn't bother her in the least because she was hoping he would. She was giving Buck his first good front look at her pussy and was thrilled that he took such a keen interest, because he didn't seem at all interested in the rear view. After she got the bread well stuffed and the dog was licking, he said, "I knew a sharp girl like you would find a novel way to feed a dog from the dinner table."While gripping her inner thighs in heavenly bliss, staring at the dog licking pussy, she said, "This is the only way.""I think it's a beautiful way with a beautiful pussy on a beautiful girl. It's just plain beautiful, and Sugarbear is one very lucky dog to get his meals served to him out of such a lovely pussy."That silver tongue may as well been up her snatch. She gave him a big smile and said, "If you like this, you should see him eat peanut butter out of my pussy. I'll show you if you want. I'm not shy.""I can see that, and I'd love to see that.""I'll get naked if you want. That's even better.""I was going to suggest that, but I'll be honest - I just wanted to see you naked, because I'm dying to see your tits.""That's okay. I don't mind if you see me naked, and I'd love to show you my tits. I like the honesty, so I'll show them to you, now."She quickly got her blouse and bra off, then offered up her mini-hooters, a lovely set that she was very proud of. She could see he liked them. He said, "Damn, I knew you'd have a great set, but those are drop-dead gorgeous titties that go perfect with that sexy blonde pussy of yours.""Do you really like them?""If you like honesty, then I must tell you, this is making my dick hard."Now, that was something her father never did, make any reference to his dick, and he could never make reference to a hard dick. He couldn't get a hard dick if she sucked on it. Her reaction was immediate and profound as she said with wide eyes, "Really! Can I see it?"After getting a nod from Beverly, Buck got up and freed his wonder worm right before her very eyes. That may have been her first look at a real hard cock, a man's cock, and what she saw being stroked before her face was the true evidence of a man's desire. She was very impressed. She looked to him with that impish look of hers and said, "It sure is a big one. You must like seeing this a lot.""I do, but it might get harder when I see you feed peanut butter to your dog.""Wow, it looks pretty hard now. Can I feel how hard it is?"After looking to Beverly and getting her nod, he said, "Be my guest."Shelly saw both nods. She half expected one but not the other. Shelly wasn't about to look a gift dick in the weeping eye. She took him in both hands and you would think she held the staff of life. She found something to take her mind off the dog while he was doing his thing, and that spoke volumes for the power of the prick. Shelly held in her hands what was missing in her life, but suddenly realized it wasn't hers - it was her mom's. She looked to her mom and said, "I love your husband's dick. I hope you don't mind if I love it."Beverly smiled and said, "If this is what it takes to see the two of you getting along, I don't mind one bit."Shelly said, "All you had to do was bring him to me by the dick and say, 'Look what I brought you. We're getting married.' We would have gotten along great right from the start. "I would have leapt into his arms, hugged his neck, and cried, 'DADDY! You got me a new daddy! One with a dick this time.'"They all had a good laugh, then Beverly said, "I see that, now, but hindsight is always twenty-twenty."Buck said, "Do you think a dick might work better for packing peanut butter in a pussy?"Beverly expected that, but Shelly thought that was the brightest idea she'd ever heard. With eyes as wide as saucers, she cried, "WOW! I'll say! What a perfect pussy packer. I could really get my pussy packed with a pecker packer like this. [Looking to her mom] Could I - use his dick - pack my pussy with it - please! - pretty please!""Honey, you two can't get too close to suit me, so pack away.""Oh wow, thanks. Can we get so close that our pubic hairs get all tangled up?""If I see that's about to happen, I'll place a big wad of chewing gum between you. I think you two need to be locked up like a couple of dogs for a while. I think you need to learn that people are better than pooches.""Well get some gum and start chewing, because I'm going to fuck your husband. When I get his cock in my cunt, I don't want him going anywhere until I'm through with him. If he's better than Sugarbear, I'll find out, and if he is better than Sugarbear, you are going to have a problem child."Beverly wearing a big smile, got up, came over, and knelt on Shelly's other side. She placed one arm around Shelly's shoulder and placed a hand in her crotch where a dog licked between the fingers. She kissed Shelly on the forehead, then said, "Sweetheart, you have never been a problem child, and I can't see that you ever will. There's plenty of Buck for both of us, and there is always Sugarbear for those times when we feel neglected. I think we are going to do just fine. Shelly, I have always wondered and been curious. You seem to have answered my question, but tell me, daughter to mother, how is Sugarbear in the sack?""Beats fingers, and fingers can get tired."After saying that, Shelly pulled the dick to her mouth and opened wide. Beverly slipped her the finger while saying, "That's good enough for me. [Looking up to Buck] While you get better acquainted with your daughter, I'm going to get to know Sugarbear if that's all right with you.""Baby, there were three things I couldn't figure a good way to break to you. One was, I gotta fuck your sexy daughter. The other was, I want a wife that ain't too proud to fuck a dog. The third I'm too ashamed to admit.""I ain't proud," She teased, "Look what I married."He smiled big and gave her a friendly bop on the head, then teased, "All I can say is it's a good thing you had a sexy daughter to sweeten the deal or you'd still be crawling from barstool to barstool begging drinks and getting pissed on."That was a good tease that Shelly took seriously. She took her mouth off the dick, looked to her mom, and said, "They pissed on you while you were begging for a drink!"Beverly looked to Buck and said, "I told you she was a natural blonde.Do you believe me, now?""I believed you the first time she mooned me with no panties on. I said to myself, that there is a natural blonde."Shelly said, "For your information, Mr. Big-Dick, I only mooned you to show you my pussy, and I showed you my pussy to make you suffer. Now, stop avoiding the question. Did you guys actually piss on my mom while she was begging for a drink? I don't care if you did. I just want to know."Buck was about to tell her the truth and greatly disappoint her, so Beverly halted him, saying, "Let me, Buck...Shelly, I'm afraid it's true. They were very mean to me. Not only did they piss on me, they jacked off in my face and gang banged me on the pool table, but I kept coming back for more until Buck took pity on me and married me. Now, you know the awful truth. Buck saved me, but I had to offer him my sexy, natural blonde daughter and show him a picture. I'm not proud."Shelly heard that and then devoured the cock. Buck and Beverly exchanged smiles. She was still a dumb blonde bitch, but she was a dumb blonde bitch they could work with, have fun with, and that pussy was looking and feeling better all the time, until Beverly thought, "Why not," and joined the dog in licking it.That got Shelly's mouth off the dick and her bug eyes into her crotch as she said to Buck, "She sure isn't proud, is she?""No, and that was the third thing I couldn't figure out how to ask for."Shelly said, "I know what you mean. I couldn't either, but it looks like we don't have to ask. I think she likes pussy. Either that or she's nuts about gravy."It was all Beverly could do not to laugh with a clit in her mouth and a dog licking her lips. Buck didn't have that problem. He laughed but stopped when Shelly got the dick back in her mouth.Buck and Beverly now knew that everything would work out just fine. All they had to do was keep the girl amused. That was as easy as getting a hardon for Buck, and all Beverly had to do was swallow her pride. An impossible problem child turned out to be that simple - no problem.The EndRead other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base atHTTP://PhilPhantom.Com-------------------------------------------------------CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open soresor small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. 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algonquin2.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/36/algonquin2.txt | Part TwoMonday, August 14thThe sun was already up when I woke up. Will's sleeping bag was empty. I opened the tent flap and pulled my bag of clothes inside. I dressed in my swim suit and t-shirt. I crawled out of the tent and headed for the woods. Justin was sitting on a log at the fire pit. I stopped when I reached the fire pit. "Sorry about listening to you and Sherry last night. We really couldn't help it.""Well, I guess none of us will have much privacy on a trip like this. I'm not mad, dude." Justin answered.I headed into the woods to take a piss. When I got back, Justin was rousting the crew for breakfast. Amy and I were cooks for breakfast. We made the pancakes, served them and cleaned the dishes while the rest of the crew tore down camp. I quickly packed my sleeping bag and personal gear in the pack I shared with Amy.I sorted the bags of food into four piles and split the crew gear between the four piles of food. "Everyone, take one pile for your second Duluth Pack." I commanded."Everyone, let's get these packs loaded in the canoes. We have a long walk ahead of us today. Jon, you are the navigator today. Here is the map." Justin yelled.Amy climbed in our canoe and I pushed the bow out into the lake. I hopped in when the water reached my knees. The rest of the group followed behind us.We rounded the tip of our peninsula and turned northeast. I could see the yellow portage sign a couple hundred yards in front of us at the end of the lake. Navigating certainly wasn't going to be hard today.Two minutes later we beached our canoes at the start of the portage. I jumped out of the canoe and steadied the canoe while Amy climbed out. I grabbed one pack and carried it out to the beach. Amy tried to lift the second one, but couldn't lift it over the gunwale of the canoe. "Amy, let me help you." I picked it up and rested it on my knee. It was a lot heavier than our other pack, the one that had our sleeping bags and personal gear. Amy slipped the shoulder straps on. She stood up a little unsteadily. I helped her snap the waist strap. "Are you going to be OK?" I asked."I guess so. This is way heavier than I expected." She answered.Justin yelled, "Girls walk for twelve minutes and drop your packs. Come back for the second pack and carry it to the end of the portage. Take your time, this isn't a race."Barb led the way with Sherry, Katie and Amy following up the path. Amy kind of struggled as she climbed the hill.I walked back to my canoe, stretched my right arm across to the far gunwale, grabbed the near side with my left hand and lifted. I sort of lifted up and slid my body under the canoe at the same time while I flipped it upside down. I found myself under the canoe with the weight resting on the thwart setting on my shoulders. These 47 pound ABS canoes were much easier than the old 90 pound aluminum Grumman we practiced with at the scout camp in the spring. Will, Joe and Justin were ready too. I led the way up the portage trail. This wasn't too bad, so far.Then the mosquitoes attacked. It took both hands to steady the canoe. The mosquitoes had no mercy. They attacked my arms, legs, neck. One even landed on my nose. I tried to blow him away.Within a few minutes, we passed Amy. She looked tired already. I said, "I'll see you soon. I'll come back and help when I get done with the canoe and my turn with that pack."Amy tried to smile, "Thanks, Jon."Twenty two minutes later we came down the hill to the shore of Proulx Lake. I walked into the water and flopped my canoe down. The other guys did the same. Joe directed, "Let go guys. The packs will be waiting for us back by the small pond at the middle of the portage.It only took a few minutes to get back to the small pond. This was a lot easier without a pack or canoe. When we got there we found three packs waiting for us. I checked. My pack wasn't anywhere around. The girls weren't here either."Hey, guys. I'm going to go back and find Amy and our pack. I'll see you at the canoes in a while."I walked for another five minutes towards Opeongo Lake. I finally found Amy sitting on a log looking despondent. "Hey, the cavalry is here." I announced."Thank God. I don't know if I can do this. I never worked so hard in my life!" Amy whimpered."This is the only portage we have for the next two days. This pack will be a lot lighter after we eat two days worth of food. The other pack is much lighter than this one. You can do this." I picked up the pack and strapped it on. Amy handed me the canoe paddles and life jackets. I headed for Proulx Lake while Amy walked back to the start of the portage. Climbing the hill to the small pond started to wear me down. I was happy when the trail started to slope down to Proulx Lake. When I reached the lake, I dropped the beastly pack in the bottom of my canoe.I rested a few minutes. Barb, Sherry and Katie arrived with their packs. "Where is Amy?" I ask. "She's back the trail behind us." Sherry replied."I'm going to go back to help her." I announced.I walked for five minutes before I find Amy. She is stooped over and shuffling her feet along as she moved down the trail. "Let me carry that for you.""Oh, Jon. Thank God." Amy said. "I don't know how I'll ever make it through this trip. If every day is like this, I want to go home.""No, most days won't be this hard. Remember, last night Joe warned us about today. We'll get to camp. We can relax. Have a swim. Do anything you want. You can do this!" I said, trying to encourage Amy.We walked quietly to Proulx Lake and the rest of our group.I swung our canoe away from the shore and started east into the lake. Amy and I led the way for our crew. I saw about a mile ahead where the lake split into two parts. We wanted to stay to the left, go around the bend and find a campsite. This would put us closer to our destination tomorrow, Big Crow Lake.I took about 45 minutes to reach the area where the Crow River left the north end of Proulx Lake. The sky was a bright crystal blue. The wind was calm. Today was exactly the kind of day I pictured in my mind when I signed up to go on this trip. As we approached the lower end of the lake, Justin and Sherry pulled ahead of us."Let's see if the campsite on point just ahead is available." Justin announced.Five minutes later we pulled into the campsite. No one was there. Justin started giving directions to the crew "Jon & Amy, look for the latrine. Will and Katie, check for an area for the tents. Sherry and I will check out the other side of the campsite. Meet back here in five minutes."As Amy and I walked through the campsite, I saw that the fire pit wasn't as nice as our last campsite, but it certainly would do. The seats were small logs. They were so small that it was going to be like sitting on the ground. Amy led as we followed a trail out of the campsite into the woods. About 50 yards away we found the latrine box. We returned to the canoes."What did you find?" Justin asked."The campsite is kind of small compared to yesterday. I think we can fit our four tents in, but they will be really close together." Katie said. Will smiled when Katie said that."The latrine is up the hill. It's just like yesterdays. A box with a lid." I offered."This campsite is probably the best we'll find. It is on a point where we should get more wind. That will help keep the mosquitoes away. The other campsites at this end of the lake sit back in the woods and won't get much wind. Let's stay here." Justin asked."Yeah" "Sounds good" "OK" they replied.Justin directed setting up the campsite. We got the dining fly and tents up much faster today than yesterday. Will hung back and waited until Justin and Sherry started to put up their tent to pick a spot four our tent. Naturally he chose a spot between Joe and Barb and near Justin and Sherry."You voyeur" I whispered, when I realized what he had in mind."So what." Will answered.When we were settled into the campsite, Justin gave more orders, "Will and Katie, fill the water bags. Jon, you and Amy put up the bear rope. Sherry and I will gather fire wood for dinner tonight."Amy and I started into the woods and up the hill by our campsite. This was going to take a lot longer than yesterday. All of the trees were either small birches or pines. None of them had branches thick enough to hold our three 50 pound packs.Amy seemed kind of down cast. I tried to cheer her up, "Wasn't the lake beautiful today?""I guess""The weather is perfect. Clear skies, the temperature feels like it is around 75 degrees. No wind. We couldn't have any better conditions.""Yeah.""Amy, what's wrong?""I had no idea that this would be so hard. Those Duluth packs feel like they weigh more than I do.""They probably weigh around 50 or 60 pounds each. That's heavy, but not impossible." I offer."I was afraid if I fell over on my back, I would be like an upside down turtle and not be able to get up again." Amy whined."I'll help you through this." I said as I tried to comfort Amy."It's too hard. I can't do this." Amy started to cry.I wrapped my arms over her shoulder and squeezed her close to my side. "Amy, today was supposed to be one of the hardest days. We'll make it through.""I-I... don't... know... if I... can... do... this," Amy sobbed. I turned to face her and gave her a hug."Amy, have I ever let you down in the eight years we have been friends?""No!""I will help you through this." I said as I pulled her closer to me. I kissed her cheek as I held her close. I could feel her breasts pressing against my body. My cock started to twitch."Jon, thanks for being here." Amy said, starting to regain her composure."That's what friends are for." I answered as I stared into her green eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Amy wrapped her arms around me and started to rub my back. I kissed her again, a littler longer. The third time, I parted my lips and slid my tongue along Amy's lips. They parted! My tongue explored further into her mouth until it found her tongue. Our tongues wrestled together. My cock went fully rigid. It pressed into Amy's side. We held each other and kissed for minutes. Time no longer had any meaning.Finally we had to stop to breathe. "Amy, are you OK with what we just did?""Yes Jon. I don't think I can consider you to 'just' be a friend anymore. I want more than that from you."I give her one more kiss and then said, "I think we better find a spot for the bear rope quickly. The rest of the group is going to wonder where we went. Further up the hill we found an old tree with a nice strong branch about 25 feet above the ground. I threw the rope over and secured it until tonight.When Amy and I returned to camp, everything was set up. The fire was going, wood was stacked nearby, water bags were hanging from the tree in middle of the campsite. Joe had set up the backpacking stove on a rock near the fire. He had a cloth cover that looked like it was covered with metal foil.I asked him, "What is that?""It's a Backpacker Oven. I won't say more, the rest is a surprise." Joe answered.Justin was sitting on a log playing with his fishing rod. He looked up when he heard us come back to camp. "Heh, Jon, Want to go fishing with me? I need a buddy.""Sure, why not." I followed Justin towards the canoes. I grabbed PFDs and paddles on the way to beach. Justin and I climbed in the canoe, shoved off the beach and paddled out into the lake."Let's go up to the northern end of the lake by the marsh." Justin suggested."OK, point the way." I answered. We headed north towards the end of the lake. When the water started to get shallow we coasted to a stop. Justin cast his line out."Justin, I have something to tell you. We have to keep an eye out for Amy. Today was rougher for her than she expected. She started crying when we were out looking for a place to hang the bear bags. I held her to try and comfort her. I think we may have gone too far. I hugged her when she stopped crying and then we started kissing. Amy has been my closest friend, beside you, for the past eight years. I don't want to risk losing her friendship. But she is beautiful, smart, and funny. I think I need more from her than friendship. What should I do?"Justin answered, "You really like her, right?""Yes," I answered."Treat her decently, you can keep her friendship and have her as a girlfriend too. I know how much you care for her. I think you should take it one step at a time and see where things go."I sat thinking about this for a few minutes."Justin, you never finished your story of your first time when Joe interrupted the night at the outfitters. Can you finish the story?" I inquired."I guess. Where was I when I stopped?""You and Sherry had just gone to Sam's little brother's bedroom and locked the door. You were naked and lying on top of Sherry." I answered."Oh, yeah. Well I lay between her legs, slid up and kissed Sherry's tits. I rubbed my cock up and down along the crease of her cunt lips. Sherry's cunt was super wet. She begged me, 'Put it in me, please. Put it in!' As you may have noticed, Sherry can get quite loud when we have sex.""I may have heard that," I said, smirking."I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the tip up and down her cunt lips a couple times. Then I pushed it forward into her pussy. I went slow so it didn't hurt too much. It took a couple minutes to get my cock all the way in. It's hard to describe the feeling. It feels great when you jerk off right?""Well, duh!" I answered."Fucking is a million times better. I asked Sherry if she was ready. She said, 'Go to it.' I started to stroke in and out. The feeling was so intense. I didn't last very long. My orgasm when I was inside Sherry was the most intense of my life. My cock wilted quickly after I came. I asked Sherry how it was. She said, 'OK I guess.' Well, Joe had me well prepared. I leaned down and started to lick her pussy. Joe said you have to make sure your girl has a good time too when you have sex. The best way to get a girl off is to lick and rub her clit. It absolutely drives them crazy. I wasn't sure where it was but I kept licking and rubbing around until I felt a little bump near the top of her pussy lips. I rubbed and licked until she started to scream and squirm around. I asked her again, how she was. She purred, 'That was wonderful, Justin.' I always try to give Sherry an orgasm when we make love."The sun was getting low on the horizon. We turned the canoe around and paddled back to camp. Will and Katie had started supper. Joe was playing with his Backpacker Oven. Whatever he was cooking had chocolate in it and smelled delicious.Half an hour later Katie called everyone for dinner. We had Alfredo Primavera, a vegetarian dish with noodles and vegetables in a parmesan cheese sauce. It was very good, for trail food. Desert was Apple Delight, dried apples re-hydrated in sugar, cinnamon and water. The food disappeared quickly.Joe stood up when we finished our dinner. "Attention, today is a special day for someone in our crew. Katie turns fifteen today. Here is a card your parents sent along with me to give to you today." Joe hands the card to Katie. "Barb, bring out the birthday cake."Barb carried a small chocolate cake with candles on top. Joe said, "Everyone join in singing Happy Birthday to Katie." We sang, a little off key, but with feeling. The cake Joe baked was chocolate with chocolate icing. It was a great treat after two days of dehydrated and freeze dried food. When we finished the cake, Will stood up and walked over to Katie. "I wanted to get you something for your birthday." He stammered. He handed Katie a small box.Katie opened the box and pulled out a red maple leaf hat pin. "Thank you Will." She leaned over and kissed Will briefly on the lips.Will turned bright red, stammered, "You're welcome," and sat back down on the log. "I th-thought you should have something to mark y-your birthday.""That was very sweet of you. Thanks again," Katie replied.Justin and Sherry did the dishes while the rest of us prepared the bear bags for the night. We put the bear bags up much faster tonight. Practice does make perfect. It was starting to get dark when we came down the hill to the campsite from where we had put our bear bags. Joe and Barb sat down at the shore looking at the lake. Amy and Katie retired to their tent. Justin and Sherry did the same. Will and I gathered our clothes for tomorrow and went to our tent.I stripped down and laid naked on top of my sleeping bag. Will did the same. We lay there listening to the sounds of the night. The loons called back and forth on the lake. In the distance you could hear an owl hooting.I heard some rustling from Justin and Sherry's tent. It was only three or four feet from our tent."Ummmm... that's wonderful, Sherry." I heard the sound of slurping and heavy breathing."Oh, yessss... yes..."I looked over at Will. His cock was standing at attention. He was slowly rubbing the head with his thumb and finger. My cock filled with blood and reached full staff.The slurping sound next door continued for a couple minutes. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh... Uh... Uh... Ooohhhh... Sherry, I'm about to cum!""Sherry, you better stop that... Oh... Oooohhhh... Ohhhhhhh." I heard Justin let out a long sigh.Will turned to me and whispered, "I think she just gave Justin a blow job."I nodded as I stroked my cock faster.Justin whispered, "Now it's your turn. Come here." We heard the sound of kissing and sucking."That's it. Right there Justin." More sounds of slurping."Oh, yes! Go. Keep licking. Ohhhh. Oh! Oh! Oh!""Wow, Sherry. You're so wet." Justin whispered."Justin, FUCK ME NOW! That's enough licking. Stick it in!"I rolled my balls around in my left hand while I stroked furiously with my right. "Oh yeah... Slide it in. That's it." Sherry moaned.I heard the sound of skin slapping together. Sherry moaned, "Faster, harder, keep going... Oh, Ohhh, Ohhhh...""Sherry, this feels so gooooodd..."I heard footsteps approach. The zipper on Joe and Barb's tent went down. Joe and Barb climbed in their tent."Shhh... I think Joe and Barb are back. Maybe we should stop." Sherry whispered. The skin on skin slapping continued.Justin answered, "No, it's OK. Joe knows we do this." I heard rhythmic sound of skin slapping as Justin continued fucking Sherry.I looked over at Will. His face was a study of concentration as he stroked his cock. I fondled my left nipple as I stroked."Ummmm... That's it... Sooooo good..." Heh, that's not Justin and Sherry. That's coming from Joe and Barb's tent.Will laughed, "Great, fucking stereo" as he stroked faster. Sherry panted, "ohhh.. Ohhhh... Yesss..."I could hear Joe and Barb panting a few feet to me right."Uh.. Uhh. Uhhh... Oh! Oh! Ooooooooohhh..." Justin moaned."Wonderful... Thank you Justin... I love you. Please stay in me... I want to feel you in me as I fall asleep. Hold me close""Barb, get on top of me." Joe whispered."I love that position." I heard rustling. "Ahhhhh... you're so big." Barb cooed."Ummm... you're so tight Barb. Keep going..." Joe whispered.I clearly heard Barb bouncing up and down. I stroked my cock quickly. Almost there. A little longer."Ohhh.. Oh! Oh! Oh!" Barb grunted. I exploded. Cum everywhere. Will looked at me and smiled as he stroked his dick.Barb panted and groaned. "Rub my clit. Please rub it! Ohhhhh... Yesss... Ooooohhhh... sigh..."Will jerked as his cum fired. The first splat landed on his chin. Spurts and dribbles continued for a few seconds."Oh God! That's it. Ummmm... Yesssss... Ooooohhhh..."Joe grunted, "I... love... you... Barb... Ummm! Oooooooohhh... Oh, Barb that was wonderful!"I wiped up my cum with some toilet paper. I looked over at Will and whispered, "This is going to be a very long trip if they do this every night. I need to get a girlfriend really soon."Will answered, "I love the WILD LIFE in Algonquin." I chuckled."Will, Amy and I were French kissing this afternoon." I offered."Are you going steady?" Will asked.I shrugged my shoulders and said "I don't know." and rolled over. I soon fell asleep.***Tuesday, August 15thI woke to the sound of Joe rattling the end of the tent and saying "Jon, Will it's time to get up." Will and I quickly packed our stuff. We met the rest of the crew outside. After Justin and Will returned with the bears bags, I sorted out our breakfast. We ate quickly, packed our gear and shoved off for Big Crow Lake.Justin and Sherry led the group north. It took about fifteen minutes to reach the northern end of Proulx Lake. The lake ended in a wide swamp. There was a 25-30 wide stretch of clear water in the swamp. This was all that there was of the Crow River.Justin and Sherry led the group up the river. The river never got any wider. It twisted right and left across the swamp as we paddled north. The bottom of the river looked like it was only 6-8 inches below the water surface. Navigating this river was certainly an exercise in canoe handling. About a half hour after we entered the river, as we made a turn, Justin and Sherry stopped dead and signaled for us to be quiet."Shhh. A moose is neck deep in the river. She is just grazing on the brush along the edge of the swamp. Drift up by our canoe so you can see. Pass the word to the other canoes." Justin said quietly.Soon all four canoes were side by side watching this massive wild creature grazing 50 feet away. The wind picked up a little and started to blow the canoes closer to the moose. She was getting uncomfortable. She snorted and grunted a few times, but didn't stop chewing. We drifted a little closer. Finally, the moose decided to leave. She started to churn the muck the river as she moved away. She climbed up the bank of the river and disappeared into the brush.Everyone burst into a cacophony of sound. "I don't believe how big that moose was." "I could almost touch it." "Awesome!" "Did you get any pictures?""Let's go gang. We need to get to Big Crow Lake and set up camp." Justin announced.We paddled up the river for another 45 minutes, following each twist and turn. Finally the river ended in Little Crow Lake. In ten minutes, we were across Little Crow and paddling up a wide channel and into Big Crow Lake. Big Crow Lake is a small lake, by Algonquin standards. It is about 1 ½ miles across and 2 ½ mile long. We paddled straight across towards the eastern side of the lake. We passed a point about twenty minutes after we entered a lake.Justin pointed and said, "There is an old fire tower on the top of that hill. If anyone wants to, you could come over and visit after we set up camp." We paddled across the rest of the lake and pulled into a sandy beach near where the Crow River exited Big Crow Lake. We were going that way tomorrow.After camp was set up, the whole group went down to the beach to swim. The water was only three or four feet deep out to 300 yards from our campsite. Everyone cleaned up and washed the dirty clothes they wore the previous two days in the lake."Heh, guys, let's have chicken fights." Justin shouted. He bent down and hoisted Sherry on his back. I picked up Amy. Katie mounted Will's back. I steadied Amy with my hand on her ass. What a delightful position. The girls wrestled each other, pushing and pulling trying to knock the other rider down. Every team went down and got dunked repeatedly. One time, as I was under water trying to stand up, I put my hand out and got a handful of breast, Amy's breast. When I got to the surface, Amy gave me a wink and a smile. After this, every time Amy and I went under, I grabbed a handful of tit. I noticed Will was doing the same thing with Katie. Katie didn't seem to mind either.Around noon, Joe called all of us for lunch. We left the lake laughing. It had been a great way to pass the time. When lunch was done, Justin announced, "We have free time this afternoon. You can explore, fish, visit the fire tower, or take a nap. Enjoy yourselves. Sherry and I will stay at camp and clean up. Make sure you're back for dinner."I looked over at Amy. I asked, "Do you want to visit the fire tower?""Sure. I would like to see the view of the lake from up there." Amy answered.Amy was still in her bikini and I was in my swim suit. We gathered up life jackets and paddles and shoved the canoe out into the lake. I held the canoe steady while Amy climbed in, pushed off and jumped in. We paddled quickly across the lake to the trail that led up the hill to the fire tower. After beaching the canoe, we started up the trail. It was steep and rocky, but we climbed the hill quickly.The old metal tower stood at the crest of the hill. It was about 40 feet tall. If had an enclosed watch room at the top with a walkway around the outside. We climbed the staircase."Jon, I can see Proulx Lake over there." Amy exclaimed pointing towards the south. "Do you see the big lake to the north. That is Hogan Lake." I replied."The view up here is awesome. Look over there. I can see our campsite." Amy gushed.I draped my arm over her far shoulder and hugged her close. "I'm glad we came over here. This is worth every minute of the climb up the hill." I turned to face her as she turned towards me. I stared into her beautiful green eyes. I leaned forward and kissed Amy. Her tongue met my lips as soon as we touched. I opened my lips and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I slid my tongue against hers. Our tongues wrestled back and forth between my mouth and hers. My cock started to rise. I pressed my hand against Amy's left breast and started to rub. "Keep doing that." Amy moaned between kisses. Encouraged, I kept rubbing and squeezing her breast. The nipple rose. I flicked my finger back and forth across it. With our mouths open wide, our tongues wrestled. I felt Amy slide her hand down my chest, across my stomach and onto my erection! I squirmed from the unexpected contact. Amy pulled me closer with one hand while she stroked up and down along my cock through my swim suit. My cock twitched as Amy rubbed it."May I take off your top?" I asked."Ummm, I guess..." Amy answered unsurely. I pulled at the bow in back that held her bikini top on. Her top fell to the floor of the tower. I caressed her bare breasts. Amy kept rubbing my erection. I leaned over and kissed her nipple."Oh... do that again, Jon" Amy cooed.I continued kissing and licking her breast and nipple. I felt my cock begin to tingle. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "Amy, you have to stop now." I pleaded.Amy stroked my cock one more time. That was all it took. My cum exploded into my swim suit as my cock jerked and throbbed.I leaned back against the railing and sighed. Amy asked, "What happened?""You made me cum." I answered."Did it hurt?" she asked."No, it felt wonderful."Amy reached down to pick up her bikini top. She put it back on. We took another look out at the lake. The sun was setting! We were going to be late getting back to camp. We scrambled down the stairs to the ground. Then we ran down the hill to our canoe. I took a minute to wash the cum our of my swim suit by taking a dip in the lake. We hurried across the lake and arrived at camp just as Will and Katie were serving supper.After the crew finished dinner, Joe called for everyone's attention. "Tomorrow will be a very hard day. We have eight miles of river to get to Lake Laveille. This is still the Crow River. Much of the river looks like the portion of the Crow we did this morning. We also have seven portages to do tomorrow. None are very long, but the time and effort to unload, carry gear and reload the canoes at each portage will take most of the day. You should get a good nights sleep. We will start at daylight."The crew quietly did the dishes, prepared and hoisted the bear bags. Everyone was heading for their tents for the night when Amy asked me to stay at the fire with her for a few minutes.We settled in snuggled together beside the fire. Amy looked at me and said, "Jon, did you like what we did at the fire tower?""Amy, it felt wonderful, but are you sure we should be doing these things. You are my oldest friend. I don't want anything to spoil our friendship. If we date, can we still be friends?" I asked."I don't know, but I want to try and find out." Amy answered. She leaned in and kissed me. Our mouths opened as we used our tongues to check if our tonsils were still located in the back of our throats. I reached under Amy's t-shirt to rub her breasts. We played tonsil hockey and grab and tickle for half an hour. Joe yelled out, "You two go to bed. You need your sleep." We reluctantly separated and went to our tents.***End of Part TwoYou can send comments to [email protected] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 36 |
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boss.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/45/boss.txt | Elaine was beginning to be obsessed with the thought of being dominated by a younger female. She was in her late forties and married to a man who was wealthy and had his own business. She could have anything she wanted except the type of sex she craved and desired. Her husband was always too busy at work or too tired when he got home. She turned to the internet at first masturbating at the pictures she found only to find she was more attracted to the thought of a younger woman dominated an older one. The thought was sick but she couldn't help getting wet and cumming at the pictures and stories. She even tried having sex with a few guys without her husband knowledge only to find it wouldn't satisfy her need.Today, she couldn't find her credit cards and decided to go to John's office to get his. She had only been there once and that was nearly a year ago. It was past closing time and everyone was gone as she arrived. She let herself in using the spare key her husband had given her years ago. The place was dark as she made her way down the long corridor to the office area where she saw light underneath the door. She started to open it when she heard sounds from inside."Ow! Ow! Yes mistress!"Elaine slowly turned the doorknob peeking inside the room.John was naked by the desk area squatting down on what looked like a long tube attached to a wooden thing on the floor. Elaine noticed the top of the tube disappeared in his asshole and he was rocking up and down on it. His hands were tied behind his back and she could make out between his legs that his balls were tied with a cord. She could see a young girl in her late teens or early twenties sitting at the desk chair with her feet on the desk holding a cord in her hand Each time she pulled on it, John would rock down on the tube and moan out in pain."Are you every going to disobey me again," the girl said with a smile looking down at him."No mistress, I promise I'll be good," John replied in desperation. Sweat was rolling down his back.The girl pushed her foot up to his face."Clean my foot worm," she commanded.John started lapping away at the foot shoved in his face."You're going to call that slut wife of yours and tell her you have to work latetoday," the girl continued. "She probably rather play with her old cunt than have that tiny worm of yours between her legs anyway. Isn't that right bitch? Do you want me to go over there and spank your wife big butt for you? I bet you'll get off seeing me dominate the old hag wouldn't you? Maybe I'll use her for my seat cushion.""Yes mistress," John replied, continuing lapping her foot. "Make the bitch your slave. Beat her big ass. She's a slut mistress, John pleaded. Sit on her ugly face."Elaine was stunned at his words closing the door back up and starting back down the corridor. Her own husband talking about her like that. Her cunt had been soaking wet from watching the action in the room but the humiliation tore at her. She could leave the bastard and take everything he had. The image of the girl was still in her mind as she made her way to the front door. The girl was beautiful and despite the humiliation she found herself wishing it was her instead of John squatting on that dong, worshipping her feet.She went back to the car and drove home immediately. Jumping into bed, she came twice with the thought of the girl dominating herself and drifted off to sleep without even hearing John come home.**The next morning she awoke to find John had already gone. The images were still in her mind as she masturbating in bed thinking of them. She had to try it or she'll lose her mind, she thought to herself. She got up doing her normal housework and then got dressed deciding to go over to John's place of work that evening around closing time.The office was still open as she arrived. Everyone seem to be gone as she proceeded back down the corridor till she came to John's office and noticed the young girl was sitting at the secretary desk as she arrived.She looked up at Elaine with a surprised look on her face. "Can I help you," she asked?The beauty of the girl and seeing her up close for the first time stunned Elaine. It took her a moment to gather herself."I'm Mrs. Jenson and I'm here to see my husband," she said regaining her voice and courage."He's in a meeting right now and can't be disturbed." the girl told her. "You can wait if you like.""That's fine," Elaine said, taking a seat on the side. She watched the girl reading some papers on the desk and admired her legs in the short mini-shirt she was wearing. She found herself licking her lips with the thought of crawling underneath her desk licking them. She must have been staring as the girl was looking at her smiling."Do you like my legs?" She asked.Elaine was shocked at her comment."I'm sorry," she lied, I must have been daydreaming or something. She wanted to say what she thought but the words just wouldn't come out. She watched as the girl slowly turned her chair towards her allowing her a glimpse of her inside thighs. She almost fainted at the sight of her beautiful white thighs and then gasped in surprise as she widened them slightly exposing her cleavage between them. She had on no panties, as Elaine just remained seated staring at her bush underneath. She knew her tongue must have been wagging at the sight but she couldn't help but stare."How about now, do you like this better?" the girl asked with a smile on her face?"Yes, I mean I'm sorry, yes I do." There she said it as she flushed red in humiliation at what she just said."Thought so," the girl replied. Getting up she walked over to Elaine who was shaking. "Come with me," she said. "Your husband will be busy for the next half hour."Elaine slowly got up and walked behind the girl watching her ass globes shake in the tight skirt she was wearing. Her mouth was watering at the thought of getting inside that skirt. She followed her inside the hall bathroom till she stopped and turned around."Get on your knees and beg to lick my cunt," the girl commanded.Elaine quickly fell to her knees like a dog in heat."Please let me lick your cunt. Please." She begged in desperation."Mistress," the girl demanded."Please Mistress let me eat your cunt," Elaine repeated.She watched as the girl raised her shirt exposing her slight hairy bush to her face. She stared at it waiting to favor its pleasures when she felt her hair being pulled and her face slammed into it. She quickly pushed her tongue out working up and down on her clit. This was her dream come true as she lapped and lapped. Her hair felt like it was being pulled out by the roots as she focused on getting the girl to cum working her tongue in and out and up and down her clit. She was close to cumming herself when she felt her cum on her face rocking up and down on her nose and mouth."Strip!" the girl commanded pushing her face from her bush.Elaine quickly started removing her blouse and skirt and next the bra and panties. She remained on her knees naked in front of the girl on the cold tile floor. The girl was running her hand through her hair smiling down at her. Suddenly, she felt her hair being pulled as she was dragged on her knees into the toilet stall. Her face was pushed down into the bowl as she felt the first spank on her ass."Ow!" she yelled. "Ow! Please stop! Ow!"Her ass was being slapped as if she was a kid being punished and the girl was showing her no mercy. She tried to reach back to protect it only to have her hands slapped and hurt worst."Take that you horny old bitch," the girl was yelling. "And this." Her ass was on fire as the girl kept hitting it with her palm. "You lesbian bitch, your ass belongs to me," she continued.Elaine was in tears. "Yes mistress. I'm your bitch. Please no more. I'll do anything."Finally she stopped as Elaine remained over the bowl crying."Stay in that position till I come back to get you if you know what is good for you," the girl stated and then departed leaving Elaine bent over crying and humiliated. It was a good 15 minutes before she finally returned."Come on bitch," the girl called her.Elaine slowly got up only to have her face slapped hard."Get on all fours bitch," the girl said, slapping her again. "I'll tell you when you can stand up."Dropping to all fours, Elaine crawled behind the girl out the bathroom stall back into the hallway. She had forgotten all about John and was now wondering where he was as she tried to keep pace. They entered the office as Elaine looked up to see John hogtied on the desk with his face over the edge. His look of surprise was almost as bad as hers."Told you I was going to beat your wife slut ass and make her my slave," the girl told him pinching his nipple till he yelled out. "She's a natural slut just like you are."She went to the counter and got some rope demanding Elaine return to an upright position on the floor. She tied her hands behind her back and then her ankles together."Squat slave!" she demanded. "I have a nice little toy for you."Elaine watched as the young secretary went back to the cabinet and returned with the floor pole object she had seen on John earlier. If was a dowel attached to a base and smooth at the top. The girl pulled Elaine by the hair till she was hovering above several small clamps on the floor and then got down and attached the wooden pole."Now squat your fat ass on that," she said, slapping her on her right ass cheek.Elaine could see the lust on John's face and turned red in embarrassment. She had come too far and her pussy was so hot. She slowly moved around till she felt the dowel at the entrance to her asshole and then slowly lowered herself on it. The object wasn't very thick but it was long and she had to balance herself. As she was still trying to adjust to her ass being stuffed, the girl returned with several clamps and she watched in horror as she attached them to her clit and tits. The pain shot all through her body. Strings were attached to the ends of the clamps.She watched the girl return to the desk with the strings in her hands."Time for you to put on a show for your hubby," she said. "You are going to fuck your ass raw on that pole till I feel his pecker is hard."She pulled the slit strings as Elaine yelled out in pain."Fuck it! NOW!" she yelled at Elaine.Elaine started rocking back and forth on the pole as the girl continued to toy with her cunt and tits stretching them to their limits. She was smiling at her misery as Tom was staring wide-eyed with his mouth still taped. Her asshole was burning in pain as she started begging the girl for mercy promising anything she wanted.The girl finally quit and got up untying John's arms and legs. She commanded him to get off the desk and grabbing his cock lead him to Elaine."Shove your cock up your bitch mouth," she demanded of John.Elaine opened up. Her cunt was on fire and she was so horny as John shoved all 8 inches in her mouth with one push. She heard a slap and felt his cock shove deeper in her mouth rocking her farther back on the pole. The girl was slapping his ass as he was fucking her mouth with each slap. She had never felt so humiliated and embarrassed but at the same time she was so horny she would have done anything. She was close to coming herself, when her mouth was filled with his cum and dripping down her chin."I didn't say you could cum!!" the girl screamed at him and slapped his face. "Turn around bitch."Elaine watched as John turned around and the girl made him bent over. She went to his desk and returned with a dildo attached to a rubber belt. She walked over to Elaine and attached the belt around her face. There was a small dildo on the other side that went in her mouth while the larger one was sticking out in front.She patted Elaine on the face cheek. Time to return the favor she said smiling at her before getting up and grabbing John's hair forced him backwards towards Elaine."Shove it up his ass and fuck the bitch." She demanded.Elaine didn't need any encouragement. Her own asshole was sore and John's pounding in her mouth had added to her own misery. She immediately shoved at his asshole and tried to push the dildo up his big butt. John must have been fucked plenty of times as she had very little trouble getting it started and his pushing back on it helped it along. She was getting excited watching it go in and out his ass. Serves the bastard right for cheating on me she thought as she pushed harder and harder.The secretary was encouraging her on as John moans from above told her the rimming was getting to him. She didn't care at this point as she shoved as far in as she could."Good little bitches," the secretary said, patting each on the head. "Now that each of you had your fun it's my turn."She pushed Elaine's face away from John's ass as the dildo popped out of his asshole. "Get up bitch," she told Elaine.Elaine rose off the floor pole and almost fell to the carpet. She had been squatting for so long all the blood had rushed out her legs. Finally, she managed to stand up.The secretary went to the desk and returned with two pens. She had both of them turn around as she pushed each pen into their loosen assholes."Now each of you are going to walk around the room and wiggle your fannies as you walk. Bitch," she said, looking at Elaine. "You are going to pull and tweak your tits as you walk and repeat I am a lesbian bitch.""You," she said, looking at John, are going to do the same except you will pull and twist on your cock and say I am a worthless dicky. Now get moving bitches."Elaine and John both started walking around wiggling their fannies and pulling their tits and cocks and saying what their mistress demanded. The girl had returned to the desk chair and took a seat watching them and laughing at their plight. She was stroking her pussy with her feet on John's large desk."Slap your asses with one hand," she demanded.The couple started slapping their wiggling butts as they proceeded around the room repeating their instructions. Several times they were told to slap the others ass because they weren't do a good enough job on it. When mistress called them over, they were exhausted and immediately got to their knees as demanded by her side. John was commanded to clean her wet pussy, which had just come while Elaine had to clean her fingers."Bitch," she said, looking at Elaine. "You will be my new secretary and will work after hours as your bitch husband. By the way, I pimp him out after hours and you will join him. There are plenty of men and women who will pay dearly to beat or fuck a corporate manager or his wife. By the way, the cleaning lady gets it free once a week. And guess what? Here she is."Elaine looked at the doorway in surprise. A large black lady was standing there totally naked with a belt in one hand and a strap-on dong in the other. Elaine gasped in fear."Velma, why don't you introduce yourself to my new bitch? Bet you didn't know the bitch had a wife." The girl laughed.Elaine saw the black woman smiling and walking over. Her hands and ankles were still tied as the woman grabbed her ear and pulled her over to the window. "Stand against the pane so everyone outside can see your fucking body," she whispered in her ear. "I'm going to beat your white ass raw."Swish, swish. Elaine was flat against the pain rubbing her tits all over it as the belt started descending on her ass mounds. The woman was showing no mercy as she started crying and begging for mercy."Do you want me to continue or fuck you butt?" the woman said."Fuck my ass," Elaine shouted. "I can't take any more. Please."Just a fantasy, how was yours?Pallidan |
lindagetsasummerjob2.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/77/lindagetsasummerjob2.txt | PART 2On the following Monday she had just finished her first shoot when two men came down at the same time. They were Ron and Jerry and were a father and son tandem team. They explained to her that that meant one of them slept while the other one drove and they could get a lot more deliveries in and a lot more money made.They were both blond and Jerry looked like a younger version of his dad. They were both in good shape and had nice blond bushes at the bases of their shafts. Jerry had a 7 incher while his dad had an 8.As they took turns posing her they questioned her about the no touching rule. Linda had brought her own blanket after the first day and now she was lying on her back with her knees up to her chest and legs spread wide. Both men were still flaccid but she wondered what kind of touching they wanted to do."We just take turns laying on the blanket with you and holding you in various positions while the other one takes the pictures. It kind of spice things up and Marcy loved it. We'll give you an extra $25 to be able to touch," explained Ron."Okay, but no sex."Jerry lay down next to her and held her in a spoon position as his father took pictures. Linda felt his cock nestling between her ass cheeks and felt herself getting wet from the thought of lying there with a real cock and a real man this close to the seat of her burgeoning womanhood. Then she felt it stiffen and poke between those cheeks.Meanwhile she watched as Ron appeared to have the same reaction as his son. With the exception of Mickey who had caught her masturbating and kept his clothes on, the rest of the men had saved their hard-ons for the sleeper later. Now she was here with two erect cocks. Then Ron told Jerry to lie on his back and had Linda sit on his stomach then lay down on his chest. He told her she was too high up and to slide down which she did until she felt the hard head of Jerry's against her opening. It felt so good that she didn't complain."You are still too high up. Can't you slide down a couple of more inches so you can rest your chin on his chest."Linda didn't argue and Jerry did nothing to change position as she moved herself further down and felt the head of his youthful cock part her lips and slide into her. She immediately spasmed with pleasure but did her best to keep herself still. As long as they didn't try anything else this was only posing and not sex."Time to trade places," Ron said.Linda slid off Jerry's stiff prick as Ron told her to lie down on her back.He got between her legs and noted how wet she was and how she still gaped slightly open after having Jerry's cockhead in her for three minutes. She spread her legs wide as he lowered himself over her with his cock getting ever close to her nearly virgin hole. He stopped with the head at her entrance and then stayed above her as Jerry got picture after picture of what looked like a father about to have sex with his daughter or just finishing up sex with his daughter. "Wait just like that," Jerry instructed, "I'm getting the video camera out."He fiddled with their bag for two or three minutes as Linda lay under the older man who seemed to be having more and more trouble holding himself up. At one point he jerked and moved slightly forward to where the head of his cock lodged in the same place as his son's had. It was slightly bigger and sent stronger sensations through Linda who was getting hornier and hornier and wanted the session to end so she could relieve her sexual tension."Just about got it," Jerry said and reached across his father's back for one last thing in the case. But then he slipped and landed square on his dad which drove his father's cock deep inside the virgin girl."I'm so sorry," he said with mock sincerity that Linda almost believed. What am I doing, she wondered. A week ago I was looking at having to wait until I was 16 to date and then wait even longer to discover more about sex. Now all these men have taken pictures and videos of me and they could be putting them all over the internet and here I am with this father and son and the dad's cock is almost all the way in me like real sexand I don't want him to pull out!"I'm sorry, too," Ron said and started to pull out."NO!" Linda cried out and wrapped her legs around his thighs and her arms around his neck and pulled him into her until their pubic bones collided and he could go no deeper.Then the fuck began and Ron wasted none of his pent up sexual hunger in prolonging the situation. He pistoned Linda like there was no tomorrow and let the velvet folds of her hot young flesh massage him to the peak of orgasm and then over.Linda had come twice in quick succession when she felt Ron try to drive himself all the way through her. Then she felt his cock seem to swell and twitch within her as she felt her cervix awash in spurt after spurt of sperm laden male cum. He was breeding her just like her father bred his animals and it felt wonderful.She was basking in the afterglow when Ron rolled off her and she felt Jerry move in where his father had been and five minutes later she had been bred by strangers twice.Ron gave her another $25 and told her that was well worth $100. Jerry gave a $100 out of his pocket and said he agreed with his dad. She lay on the blanket with their sperm leaking out of her and watched them walk back up the path. She had just fucked and gone all the way and let two men do their best to get her pregnant and she didn't care. The feeling was so powerful that it was equal to any drug and at that moment she only wanted another fix.10 minutes after they had gone she wobbled down to the creek and squatted down to let as much of their cum ooze out of her as she could while rinsing herself off.She went back to the blanket and searched for her panties but couldn't find them anywhere. She had been so busy experiencing her second fuck with Jerry she hadn't noticed Ron slip them into his camera bag for a souvenir. She was moving as if in a trance as she slipped on her overalls and put her shoes back on. She didn't even bother buttoning up as she shook out and rolled up her blanket and headed back to the shelter for lunch.Lyle knew that look and understood at once why Ron and Jerry had so quickly jumped back in their semi and took off. Things were quiet at the rest area so he sat down with his lunch and waited for Linda to join him. She was so distracted she still hadn't buttoned up and the lowest buttons were at the top of her slit to facility quick overall dropping for bathroom visits and now the opening provided Lyle with a nice view of her pubic bush. He moved up to her navel and then to her breasts whose inner sides were visible while her nipples were barely covered."So are you going to tell me what happened?"Linda came out of her reverie at his question and looked up at him. Then she followed his gaze to her unbuttoned front and gave a little gasp."Sorry," she said quickly buttoning up."Did Ron and Jerry touch you?""They offered me $25 to touch me. I told them that would be okay but no sex. So I posed with Jerry and Ron wanted me to lay on top of him. Then he told me to slide down and put my head on Jerry's chest. When I did the head of his cock popped inside me but that was all. Then it was Ron's turn to pose and Jerry had me on my back and Ron was over me. He put the head of his cock in me as well and that was all that was supposed to happen. Then Jerry stumbled and fell on his dad and pushed his cock way up in me. He was so stunned he just lay there not moving. I never felt something so good. When he started to pull out I wrapped my arms and legs around him pulled him back. Then he started to pump in and out and it felt even better. I came and came and came and I didn't want it to end. Then he jerked in me and filled me with his cum and I had the biggest orgasm I have ever felt."When he pulled out Jerry took his place and I was in heaven again. What is wrong with me? Girls aren't supposed to like sex but here I am letting two strangers fuck me and wanting more. On top of that when I wanted to thank them they each gave me $100 more and thanked me!""You really want to do it again?""As often as possible.""When did your last period end?""A week ago yesterdaythe Sunday before I started to work. Why?""Because a girl with a sex addiction can quickly find herself carrying around a swollen tummy that announces that addiction to the world. But you should be safe enough because peak ovulation is usually about two weeks after the end of a period with three or four days before and after that as riskiest for pregnancy as well.""So they probably didn't get me pregnant?""Far less likely to happen over the next three days but definitely a possibility if you have sex from Thursday to Thursday.""So what should I do?""That's up to you. You know a lot of the regulars who have been abiding by the no touch rule and just used you as a model. If you decide to take it further that is up to you. But it is in your best interest to pretend you are reluctant to go any further because they will pay you more to get you to do more.""You mean I should pretend I don't want to and let them bribe me.""Only if you want to.""Tell me, Lyle, are boys addicted to sex after they have it for the first time?""Vera and I first had sex on a Friday night after a dance and we immediately had two of our friends cover for us with our parents and spent the next three days at the park fucking our brains out and hiding whenever cars went by. After that we met somewhere once a day and went at it like rabbits. Three months later she had complications from a miscarriage that left her sterile. We were 14. Everyone is programmed to want sex which is why society works hard to postpone a young person's first sexual experience so they can concentrate on their studies."Linda finished eating and pondered what they had talked about."But I can't ask my mom for birth control. She'd kill me.""I think I can help you there. There is a druggist who Marcy blackmailed into giving her birth control every month and he could easily be persuaded to do the same for you. I'll talk to him tonight. Oh, Joe just pulled in.""Thanks," Linda said in response to his druggist offer while turn to wave at Joe coming up behind her. She did not see Lyle give Joe a thumb'"Want some more pictures?" she asked smiling up at the handsome trucker."Anytime, those last ones kept me happy on some lonely nights this week."She had her overalls off in record time and was sitting on her blanket when he handed her his android phone and showed her how to slide from one picture to the next so she could see the ones from her first session the previous week. While he set up his cameras she quickly went through all the pictures and was proud of how good she looked. Then she came to a print of one of her pictures repictured by the phone. The head of a cock was over it. A second picture showed a white stream coming out the end of the cock and hitting her picture. A final picture showed cum all over her printed picture."I made you cum like that?" she asked."Sorry, I forgot those were there," he said taking the phone back and handing her $50. Apparently he was remembering the experience because unlike last week when he was flaccid the whole time his flagpole was rapidly rising to point at her."Gee, Joe, instead of touching my pictures you can give me an extra $25 and touch the real thing. I'll touch you back."He pulled his wallet out of the folded pants at the edge of the towel and took out another $25 and held it out to her. Linda started to reach for it and stopped."For another $25 you can do more than touch.""More like what?""Well, instead of wasting a load of cum on my picture you can put it where it belongsin my pussy."The $25 went back in the wallet and $50 bill joined the other she already had.Linda lay down on her back and spread her legs for him and wondered if this was a good idea because his flaccid cock may have been about 10 inches but it seemed to have swollen to 11. Could he put it in her without tearing her up. Could her first day of experiencing sex be her last day? Torn up by only her third cock?Joe set his movie camera on table top tripod to their side to get their action in profile. He picked up his still camera and got a couple of pictures of her with him between her widespread thighs. Then he set the camera down and did something she never expected. He put his mouth over her mound and licked her slit from bottom to top. The effect was electrifying as she had an orgasm almost immediately. He licked a few more times before wrapping his lips around her erect little clit and giving that a tongue whipping. She came again and he shoved his long tongue as deep in her as he could to make sure she was as wet inside as out. Then he started kissing his way up her abdomen flicking his tongue in her naval on the way up. He paused and suckled on her right breast sending even more sensations to her tingling pussy and making her little nipple harder than it had ever been before. He repeated the same thing on her left breast. He moved up and kissed her neck, stopping short of giving her any hickies to explain to her parents. The head of his cock smeared his pre-cum with her juices at her opening and as he started sliding in he nibbled on her ear lobe and blew gently in her ear. He felt her cumming on his cock as it went in to 9 inches before running into her cervix. He moved his mouth around and gave her her first adult kiss, something most girls experienced long before intercourse. It was like Joe hit a home run only going backward. He had started at home and went to third base and then second and finally first. Not that Linda cared as she felt almost overstuffed and he had two more inches to go.After getting used to her tightness, Joe pulled back and thrust in managing another inch. Then they were off and running as he pistoned in and out of her until he finally was able to bury himself to the hilt. He held himself in there with her clit mashed between them and grabbed his picture camera and snapped a couple of shots of their groins locked together. Satisfied he had it documented he put the camera down again and went back to serious fucking. He waited until Linda had cum three times and then he let himself climax deep inside her. The feel of his cock twitching in ejaculation put her over the top and spasmed around his slowly deflating cock squeezing every last drop from it.Joe picked up his camera again and clicked shot after shot as he slowly pulled out of her freshly fucked teen pussy and his cum overload oozed out. Then he picked up his video to catch the seepage in action.Joe started packing up his equipment as a very flushed and happy Linda basked in the afterglow of their sex. Finally she started to get up herself."Stay right where you are, young lady," came Tom's voice as he came down the embankment path, "you aren't finished yet. How much for the same treatment?""$100."He pulled it out of his wallet and had his clothes off in record time. Joe started to grab his clothes."Wait a minute, Joe, she hasn't finished with you yet."The two recent lovers looked at him in confusion. He had Linda get on her knees and he got behind her. With no fanfare he slid easily over their mixed cum until his balls were slapping her clit and his grey bush was tickling her ass."Now get in front of her, Joe, and you lick him clean off all that sticky love juice so he doesn't mess up his underwear when he gets dressed.""With my mouth?""Of course, with your mouth. You have given blow jobs before, haven't you?""Never.""You mean you are into fucking but never gave a man a blow job?""No, I haven't. I'd never been kissed until Joe kissed me a minute ago.""Wow, you are learning sex like the kid who was thrown into the deep end of the pool to learn to swim. Just follow your instincts."Linda took the head of Joe's reawakening cock in her mouth and flicked her tongue around it. When he was hard again she took her mouth off it and began to lick it all over until Joe announced he was going to cum again."Put your mouth on it and swallow it all and you get an extra $10.""Swallow it?""Sure. It's mainly protein and won't hurt you. A lot of women love the taste of cum."Linda did as she was told and felt the cock in her mouth erupt at the same time as the cock in her pussy and she went into cum overload. Her mouth sucked Joe dry while her pussy did the same to Tom."Man," said Tom as he lay back on the blanket, "I've got a granddaughter your age. I'm going to have to schedule some alone time with her. Maybe I will even bring her on next week's run and she can join us and learn something.""Your granddaughter," Linda mumbled coming down from her high. "Isn't that like incest or something.""No, it's not like incestit IS incest."As the two men left, Linda went to the stream and rinsed off. She thought about the fact that when she arrived at work this morning sex was something to do in the future with some boy she fancied. But here she was 5 hours later with 4 doses of cum in her pussy from 4 different cocks and one load in her belly as well. She was tired enough to be sated for the moment but she found she didn't give a damn if she got pregnant since it was the point of sex after all.By Friday she had $2,000 more for her college fund and figured she was so close to ovulation someone would score a hit on her egg. She had told Lyle to forget the birth control because she got a bigger thrill with the possibility that any one of the truckers could be impregnating her.But now she faced a sexless weekend at home where she would be back to the mundane tasks of cooking and cleaning and doing laundry. Especially as her mother would be out of town for the weekend yet again. It was the fifth time in two months she had to spend the weekend at Linda's grandparents to help them out until they could move into a nursing home. There was overnight help that came during the week but insurance wouldn't cover them on the weekend so Mary Collins had to fly to Florida on Friday night and back again Monday morning.She and her dad would be on their own all weekend again and she knew how grumpy her dad got by the time her mom got home. Now she knew why. Her parents made love every night and more often on weekends and now he was pussyless for five weekends in a row while she faced her first cockless one.As she rode home with Lyle an idea began to form in her mind so that maybe they could mutually end their misery.To be continued in part 3...*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*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 77 |
leane.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/27/leane.txt | My name is Leane, I grew up in a small town in Australia, and I was a virgin when I turned sixteen, my experience was limited to a couple of quick feelups in the back of some of the local boy's cars, I had certainly never had an orgasm. When I was 15 years old my parents sent me away to boarding school in Sydney, where I shared a room with another girl called Muffy, who quickly became my best friend. Muffy was several months older than me (she had already turned sixteen when I began to share her room in one of the senior girl's cottages), and from the discussions we had, was a lot more sexually aware than me. I found myself becoming turned both by our talks and by Muffy herself, though I would never let her know that! Muffy was gorgeous, with perfect breasts, curvy figure and a bob style cut natural blond hair that the boys couldn't stay away from. Since I was about the same size, (but with long blond hair) I often borrowed Muffy's clothes,- being nave and from a country town, I didn't have sexy little halter tops and stuff like that, hoping the guys would notice me too. The boys always seemed to go for Muffy more than me though, but she never let them get to far, saying only that she already had a boyfriend back home. I often asked her about him, but she always remained coy. Being in a boarding house there was not much opportunity anyway, - or so I thought, and as the months passed and my sixteenth birthday drew closer, I found myself thinking more and more about Muffy. Whenever she came back from the shower, or changed clothes, I found I was unable to stop myself from staring at her beautiful body, (so much that I worried she might notice, but she never seemed to). She had lots of lacy G-strings and matching bras, and seeing her slip them on really turned me on. I was also a little jealous, as I had nothing like that, only plain white cotton stuff. A couple of times when she was out, I even tried some of them on, which made me feel a bit guilty, but very sexy, sending tingles through my virgin pussy as I imagined her boyfriend feeling me up through them like Muffy told me he did to her. Things went on like that, nothing changing except that I was getting more and more frustrated, and to nave and shy to know what to do about it, my sixteenth birthday passed and I was still a virgin. Then one day, not long after my birthday, one of my classes was cancelled as the teacher was sick, and knowing that Muffy had a spare I decided to join her back at the cottage. When I got there I called out but there was no response, so I lay down on the couch in the common room and started reading an English novel. I must have nodded off for a while, because when I awoke I could hear Muffy's voice. She seemed to be protesting about something and I was about to call out when I realised she was talking to a man. I could hear her saying, "No we can't do it here, please. I don't have time right now."I knew she was fighting a losing battle, because I could hear the man telling her he was going to fuck her anyway, and that she knew how quick he could make her come. Her feeble protests started to turn into moans and it was all I could do to stop myself from moaning as well, as my juices started to flood my panties. I knew he was going to fuck her and I desperately wanted to watch them. There was no way I could leave without being caught any way, as I would have to go right past our room, so I snuck into the shared bathroom, and I was in luck. The communicating door to our bedroom was wide open and I could clearly see them in the large wall mirror. I got the shock of my life when I realised it was Chris our hunky sports master that was feeling up my friend, he was a real hunk and one of my favourite masturbation fantasies. He was holding Muffy from behind, running his hands over her breasts inside her school blouse and kissing her neck. As I watched, he slowly slipped one hand down and undid the buttons on her skirt, letting it slip to the ground, exposing her tiny black lace G-string, while his other hand unbuttoned her blouse, which he quickly slipped off over her muted protests. She looked so sexy standing there in her thin lacy underwear with her eyes shut and his hands gently roaming over her body. Her legs parted under gentle pressure from his knee, and as he slipped his hand between her legs he was telling her how wet she was, that her girl juice had soaked the whole crutch of her tiny panties, that she was a hot little slut and that he was going to fuck her over her desk and make her cum. Muffy certainly wasn't resisting at all anymore, her nipples were poking through her silky bra and she was gently thrusting her soaking pussy against his probing fingers, unable to control herself any longer. He began to tongue-kiss her and at the same time sawed her wet g-string back and forth over her clit and cunt lips, sending her right over the edge. Her breathing was short and ragged, little squeals were escaping her mouth and her bucking hips were out of control. I watched her sexy body shudder in orgasm as he started pushing her panties deep up her cunt with two fingers while working her clit with his thumb and all the while telling her what a horny little schoolgirl slut she was. I let out a loud moan which was lost in Muffy's screams as I watched her cum, and realised that I had a hand in my own panties and was cumming almost as hard as she was. "You want me to fuck you don't you Muffy?" I could hear him saying as he undid his pants and let them fall round his ankles.My god!! His cock was huge and he was going to stick it in her. "You want it don't you baby? Come on, beg for it you hot little bitch." He turned Muffy round and bent her over her desk and she began moaning uncontrollably. He slipped her sodden panties to one side and rubbed his huge tool over her swollen pussy and clit."You want my nine inches don't you baby?"I could hear Muffy saying yes, yes, yes between her loud moans. "Beg me for it, tell me you want me to fuck you like a little slut."Muffy started begging, "Yes. Pleeese fuck me. Aaaaah!! Put it in me please!!""You want it hard don't you baby?""YES! Please fuck me now! Fuck my wet cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your little schoolgirl slut!!" Muffy screamed as Chris slammed in all nine inches in one shove. Muffy kept coming and coming as he pounded her sodden cunt, she couldn't stop and neither could I as I furiously worked my clit, both our bodies' spasming uncontrollably in a sexual frenzy. Chris kept pumping her for what seemed like forever while she had one long continuous orgasm until he finally pulled out, moved around the side of the desk and, held Muffy firmly by her hair as he deposited his load down her unresisting mouth and all over her face. Muffy slipped limply to the floor as Chris finished with her. He told her to go and get showered and cleaned up, and to make sure she wore some sexy underwear, as he was going to have her again before the end of the day, then left. I quickly slipped back to the common room, pulling the door almost closed and hoped Muffy wouldn't find me. I heard Muffy shower and get dressed and leave for her class, which she would just make on time if she hurried. I slipped back into our room and stripped (I needed a shower myself), not quite believing what I had just seen, but the room stank of sex still, and Muffy's sexy black bra and soaked G-string were lying on the floor by her bed where she left them. I couldn't help myself, I picked them up and smelt her wet sex, I held them up in front of my own cunt and imagined it was me that he just fucked like that. "Did you enjoy watching me fuck you're friend Leane?"I nearly jumped out of my skin, Chris was standing in the doorway watching me fondle Muffy's sopping panties. "You're going to look very sexy in them," he said walking towards me as I stood rooted to the spot. He walked quickly over to me as I tried to cover myself, and ran his hands over me, telling me how much he was going to enjoy fucking me like he did Muffy. I was so embarrassed and humiliated to be caught like that, but turned on too, now that I realised I was about to get what I had been dreaming of all year. He pushed me back on her bed and took her G-string (which I was still holding) from me, and started slipping it over my ankles. I started to struggle, telling him, "No please, I can't wear them, they're all wet from Muffy. They're Muffy's, Pleeese no!"But he was far to strong, he just laughed and slipped them right up on me any way, telling me how sexy I looked in her panties and how they would soon be soaked with my cum too. I shuddered and felt a fresh gush leave my pussy as he pushed her wet panties against my own soaked cunt, and I knew then that I would do what ever he wanted me to, and so did he. "Does she turn you on? I think you want her as well as me, don't you? Do her come soaked panties get you going Leane?" he kept asking me as he rubbed my cunt through the sopping G-string. "Her wet panties turn you on don't they Leane? You want to be fucked just like Muffy don't you Leane?"I was bucking against his hand as hard as I could while he told me what a dirty little voyeur slut I was. "Cum on my fingers baby," he said as he slipped first one, then two and three fingers deep in me while he worked my clit with his thumb just like he did Muffy. It was all I could take and my cunt started contracting uncontrollably round his fingers as I soaked him with my girl juice. "Yeah that's it baby," he said as I had my strongest orgasm yet, and my first from a man. Slowly my spasms subsided, and Chris removed his hand. "I'm going to take you like I did Muffy, but you're going to have to wait for it, that's you're punishment for being a little voyeur slut."I couldn't believe it as I heard myself begging him to take me straight away, but he just laughed and said I wasn't ready yet. "You're my little fuck toy now, and you will do as I tell you," he said. "You'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you."Then he lent over and kissed me long and hard, and told me I that I had to wear Muffy's sexy cum soaked lingerie for the rest of the day to remind me what was coming later, to remind me I was now his sex possession, just like Muffy He let me shower then watched me put Muffy's things back on. When I was dressed he walked me back up to school for my next lesson, and I could feel Muffy's cum-soaked G-string rubbing against my cunt with every step. He looked at me knowingly and told me that we had only just begun, he told me to come to his office in the gym at lunchtime, and then left me to go to my class. Concentration was impossible, all I could think about was what I had just seen and the wetness between my legs. Although I felt humiliated by the way he seemed to be able to control me so easily, I desperately wanted what Muffy had already had that morning, and lunchtime was two classes and two hours away. I don't know how I kept my hands out of my panties all that time, but eventually lunchtime arrived, and I almost ran to the gym. I knocked on Chris's door, and he opened it and quickly pulled me inside. I almost fainted with embarrassment, he was naked, and Muffy was lying face up on his desk, legs spread and tied to the desk legs, and her hands tied tightly to the other end. She was naked also, except for her soaking muff, clad in a very wet, very flimsy sheer white lace G-string. Chris told me to get my uniform of, I backed away saying, "N-no, no I can't." There was no way I could let Muffy see me in her panties and bra. I was starting to panic a bit I guess, and I struggled as Chris grabbed me and started stripping me. "Don't worry, Muffy wants to see how sexy you look in her panties." He said, "She started cumming straight away when I told her you watched us fucking, and she nearly fainted when I told her that you sniffed her panties and really wanted to taste her cunt." I never admitted that, but he was right and he knew it. He quickly had me stripped down to her underwear despite my struggling, and I could see her bucking her hips off the desk and hear her moaning as she stared at me wearing her lingerie. Chris pushed me into his office chair, tied my legs and hands down tight like Muffy's, and positioned it near the desk so I was staring straight at Muffy's cunt. "Now you can see what you wanted to right up close Leane, watch me fuck your friends slutty little cunt and make her cum." He pulled her ass down to the edge of the desk, slipped her panties to one side and plunged his rock hard cock straight into her, making her cum immediately. Muffy was thrusting her hips at his cock as hard as her bonds would let her and squealing and moaning as multiple orgasms shook her body. I was squirming in my seat and moaning as well as my cunt juice once again flooded Muffy's black panties. I could see that Chris was about to cum too, and Muffy was saying, "Cum in me, cum in my cunt," over and over. But Chris had other ideas, and he pulled out as he was right on the verge, grabbed me by my long blond hair and shot his load all over my face, just as he had done to Muffy earlier. He then completed my humiliation by making me suck his dick clean! As I sat slumped in the chair, he untied Muffy and told her to clean the cum off my face, "Lick it all up Muffy, go on you love the taste of my cum. Kiss her now Muffy so she can share it with you!" I opened my mouth without being told, and Muffy slid her tongue between my lips, letting Chris's cum trickle in my mouth. I couldn't help myself responding to her kisses, as I was becoming more and more turned on again. When I felt fingers between my legs, I knew it was Muffy's fingers and I started cumming again and again and again as she expertly worked my clit and cunt lips. I don't know how long she did me for, but eventually Chris pulled her off me. He untied me, and guided me over to the desk, laying me down as Muffy had been. He told Muffy to slip my bra and panties off, then tied me down with my legs spread wide and my ass on the edge off the desk. I thought he was finally going to fuck my aching pussy, but instead he pushed a willing Muffy's head between my legs and told to her to make me cum with her tongue. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, or that Muffy was not only willing, but also actually eager to taste me and make me come. It only took seconds before she had me writhing and humping her mouth, soaking her face in my cunt juice as I almost passed out experienced what I now know was my first multiple orgasm. When Muffy finished, I just lay there, almost beyond caring what would happen next, and once again it was not what I expected. I watched dazed, as Chris lay scissors, a razor, shaving cream and a bowl of warm water on the desk beside me! He told Muffy to trim my cunt hair into a neat triangle like hers and shave my bikini line clean, making sure there were no hairs left anywhere near my cunt lips. I was so turned on as she trimmed me neat I don't know how I stayed still enough for her not to cut me. When she finished, Chris untied my legs and told Muffy to slip her panties off, "Now put them on Leane, she loves your panties Muffy."I knew it was no use arguing, and I didn't really want to anyway, he was right, wearing Muffy's lacy little G-strings did turn me on, especially when they were drenched in her cum. Chris stood between my legs, looking at my wet cunt, "I think she needs something else Muffy, give me your Micro Dolphin."Muffy reached into his desk draw and handed him a small rubbery dolphin with two short wires leading out. "Muffy loves this little toy," he said as he slipped it into the little pocket in the crutch of her G-string and snuggled it right up against my cunt, it's nose pressing right on my stiff little clit. "It keeps her nice and wet and ready to fuck for hours, in fact she can barely control when she's got this little fella on, and when I plug some batteries in... well you haven't seen a girl cum until you see this baby work her cunt!" He untied me and told me to get dressed. He threw "my" black bra and G-string to Muffy and told her they were hers for the rest of the day, and she put them on without protesting and finished dressing. Every movement I made caused the little toy between my legs to rub and tease my cunt. Chris pulled me to him and kissed me. "You have two lessons to go, Muffy will bring you back when schools finished, I think you might be ready for fucking by then." I could barely control myself with that toy teasing my wet slit, just like Chris had told me, and the next two hours were an agony of pleasure, but I knew each passing minute was bringing my first fuck closer. I met Muffy after class, and somehow managed to walk back down to the gym without fainting. As soon as we entered Chris's office, he stood up and told Muffy to undress me. When I was naked except for my panties, he walked round behind me and slid his hand between my legs, teasing my dripping cunt even more. I felt his other hand slip down the front of my panties, and realised he was plugging the wires on my toy to a battery pack, and I started whimpering again, knowing what was about to happen. He pushed me face down across his desk and told Muffy to hold my hands down. He spread my legs and turned on the toy. It was like an electric shock hitting me and I began bucking and twisting uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm washed over me. It was all Muffy and Chris could do to hold me, and the whole time Chris was asking me if I was ready to be fucked like a little schoolgirl slut. I was screaming, "YES! Fuck me now!! Fuck me now!!""You want it like Muffy don't you Leane?""Yes! Yes, yes, please!! I begged him, "Fuck your little school girl slut. Fuck me like you did Muffy!!" I screamed. Finally he slipped my dripping panties to one side, leaving the toy buzzing right on my clit and slammed his cock deep into my virgin cunt. I screamed and moaned like the little slut I had become, begging him not to stop, to fuck me harder, until I finally felt him tense up and shoot his load deep inside me. He pulled out of me and turned the toy off.I slid down to the floor moaning and exhausted, just as Muffy had in our bedroom this morning. I remember Muffy and Chris dressing me, and some how I managed to make it back to our cottage. For the rest of the year, Muffy and I shared panties, and Chris fucked us both repeatedly and almost daily, how nobody caught us I will never know. It only came to an end at the finish of the school year, Chris was transferring to another school the following year, and we would no longer be able to see him-but Muffy and I kept at it for our final year of school, and we still get together for old times sake every now and then, even though we are both now married!END |
mywifeisyourwife.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/64/mywifeisyourwife.txt | We had some friends over for dinner. My wife and I settled on the sofa and the young couple sat across from us. The conversation soon turned to sex, and it quickly became evident that this couple had more than talk in mind. We began swapping tales of what we like to do and have done to us. It started to get graphic, but we didn't mind at all. They were a very nice pair. The wife was pretty and shapely. The husband was good looking and in good shape. Leaning forward and putting a hand on her knee, his wife asked of mine, "What do you think of swapping husbands for some fun?" My wife turned to look at me. I saw in her eyes the way they shifted to the husband that she found him alluring, and the thought tantalizing. She smiled at me shyly and blushed. But looking at the wife I felt the same way. I took my wife's hand and winked at her. Our eyes said it all. I answered, "We think that's an attractive offer. What did you have in mind?" They exchanged looks at that and smiled. Then the wife got up, came over, and knelt in front of me. The husband got down on his knees before my wife. "We thought," she replied, "we'd try something very intimate." She undid my belt and unzipped my pants. With cool deftness she freed my erect penis from my shorts and held it. Looking at my wife she said, "Something very intimate," and lowered her mouth down on my shaft, watching my wife's eyes the whole time. I moaned at the sensation of her lips enfolding me and looked to see my wife staring at the woman sucking my cock. My rod glistened with the juice from her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down, taking in my hard meat till her nose pressed against my belly. I could feel the head of my dick swell up at the back of her throat. "Well," said the husband to my wife, "we certainly don't want to be left out." He reached up and pulled her close for a kiss. My wife's breathing got heavy as he slid his hand down over her breast, to her waist, then under her skirt. She lifted her hips as he slipped off her panties. My wife opened her thighs to his caress as his hand dipped into her loins. As he broke the kiss to caress her neck with his tongue, she looked into my face. I gently touched her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss as he slid his lips down her chest, opening her shirt to free her breasts. She sucked air from my lungs as he took her nipple in his mouth. Holding onto his wife's head as she sucked my cock, I watched as my wife slumped down to spread her legs for him. His tongue went along her belly, poked into her navel, then slid down to her steamy snatch. She gasped as he licked her clit, swelling hard at his touch. I looked down at his wife as she looked up at me and smiled with my cock in her mouth. My wife grabbed my hand as his tongue slipped inside her and she closed her eyes. In moments we were both writhing beneath the attentions of our couple. I would watch the two gobbling us, and both would occasionally smile at me. Then his wife got up and slid off her dress. Her bra and panties quickly followed as she climbed into my lap. My wife squeezed my hand as the girl slid her hot, dripping pussy down my pole. She leaned forward so her tits were in my face. Obediently, I suckled each beautiful breast in turn as she rose up and down on me. My wife's eyes were on her pussy, watching my cock disappear inside her bush. She reached out her hand and placed it on the girl's leg. The girl hissed at the pleasure she was getting from my mouth and meat, and, turning to her husband who was still licking up my wife's dripping twat said, "Come on, honey. I think she needs a good fucking, too." The husband got up and pulled out his erection. I watched as my wife spread her legs wide to receive his dick into her cunt. She grunted as she shoved it in to the hilt. Then he began to slowly slide his shaft in and out of her. My wife and I looked into each other's eyes as the couple pumped us. Lust filled her eyes and together we moaned and fucked the beautiful pair. The husband took hold of my wife's hips and pushed his dick in harder, deeper. She grabbed my hand and squeezed as he began to pound her hard, leaning up over her, lifting her legs up high to spread her wide. I grasped her back hard as his wife ground her pelvis against me, her pussy almost sucking my cock up inside her incredibly hot, wet hole. Before long we were both in orgasmic spasms. My cum shot up into his wife's steamy pussy as she leaned back to groan her own orgasm. My wife's back arched and she screamed in ecstasy as the husband pounded his dick into her loins, then he pulled it out to shoot jism all over her tits and belly. It was a beautiful sight watching that creamy white cum spurt out and spot on her body. His wife kissed me, then leaned over my wife's body to lick up his gooey cum. My wife shivered at the touch of her tongue as she lapped it all up, then kissed her. Sitting back up on my lap, she kissed me as her husband's tongue ran up my wife's body once again till their mouth's locked. We spent the rest of the night together, having the most incredible sexual adventure of our lives, swapping back and forth between partners, or getting all together in bed. Almost anything went, and we went with every bit of it, loving every moment. END |
son5.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/55/son5.txt | Betty and I decided that Friday night we would seduce Dave and Karen in the hot tub. We were planning on barbecuing steaks and drinking a lot of beer so it would be perfect.Friday came and Betty and I began setting everything in motion by teasing both Dave and Karen only when the other couldn't see what we were doing. I took a couple of liberties and even finger fucked Karen a couple times but made sure I never brought her off. Betty was doing thee same with Dave but again only going so far. We began to eat around sun down and then we retired to the hot tube.Dave and I just wore shorts and the girls had on a bikini. We were still teasing and touching and even playing footsie with one another. Our tube is fairly small so we sat in kind of a circle. It was dark enough no one could really see under the water so I reached over with my toe once in awhile and stroked Karen's pussy. The first time I did it I thought she was going to jump out of the tub. But she settled down and just gave me a real funny look. I noticed Betty lean toward Dave a little and just watched out of the corner of eye as I thought she was rubbing his cock. Sure enough by the shock in his eyes I knew she had. Here my son is right in front of me and he feels his mother touching his dick. His head must have been spinning all kinds of thoughts through his mind.We kept pouring them drinks and teasing in everyway imaginable. As Betty kept up the pressure on Dave I excused myself to go into the kitchen and get some more drinks. Karen volunteered to help as she wanted some snack. Once inside the kitchen Karen fell into my arms and I began caressing her and feeling her wonderful body. She stopped me and said 'down tiger we can't do this in front of my husband and your wife'. I jokingly said why not maybe they'd like to join us. Karen just said yeah right we need to get back.When we arrived Betty had obviously slid over close to Dave and was leaning against him. We didn't say anything but climbed back in and passed out more drinks. Karen and I sat close to each other and just laid back and rested our heads on the top of the tub. I noticed a few extra waves coming in front of Dave and knew Betty was stroking his cock again. Not to be out done I slipped my hand into Karen suit and my finger into her sweet pussy. Betty and I continued to talk, but it really seemed like the cat had got the tongues of both Karen and Dave. I almost fainted when Betty asked Karen if she could sit on Dave's lap. Karen just responded in the positive and Betty moved over on top of Dave and fairly obviously she took Dave into her love canal. Karen's eyes popped out of her head and I think Dave was about to faint. I reached over and grabbed Karen bringing her over to my lap and lifted her a little so I could slip my cock into her pussy. She whispered into my ear and asked what I was doing. I didn't answer but she looked over her shoulder at Dave and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. She turned around and slowly began to grind that wonderful pussy all over my cock.To say the east the hot tub was churning like never before. Moans were everywhere and I could tell both of the girls were about to cum. Dave and I began thrusting as hard as we could until it looked like we had shot our loads into their pussies at almost the same time. We just stayed in that position for the longest time I suppose not really knowing what to say. Finally Betty broke the silence as she stood and handed everyone another drink and passed the snacks around. We all began talking again as if nothing unnatural had happened. After a little while of chitchat we decided it was time to turn in. Once in the house Betty looked at Dave and Karen and said, 'You might as well sleep in our room tonight, if you want to that is.' Nobody said anything we just all went to Betty and mines room and I watched in amazement as Betty dropped her towel and climbed into bed. Karen followed suit and so did Dave so I turned the lights out and climbed into bed. Betty quickly said, 'This is not quite what I had in mind. Dave you and your Dad need to change places.' I didn't need to be told twice to crawl in and cuddle up to nude little Karen. Talk about a power rush as I lay their feeling up and fingering my daughter in law while my son s doing the same to my wife. I was so hard it hurt but damn I wasn't complaining. Shortly I heard Dave mounting his mother again and Betty letting out a little sigh as her son's cock entered her birth canal again. Not to be outdone I quickly mounted Karen and shoved my cock up as far into her body as I could go. Man what a feeling as her pussy gripped my cock as it slid in. One thing for sure we would need to buy a new bed if it was going to withstand this kind of a workout very often. What a night we all latterly fucked each other out and fell asleep holding our respective partners.Morning came early and as usual I was the first up and out. After I showered I grabbed a cup of coffee and went out on the porch. True to form Karen followed shortly and came out and asked if she could join me. Obviously I said yes and she just kind of cuddled next to me. Finally Dave and his mother were up and we had breakfast together. There was no sex this morning I think we were all a little raw. Anyway we all went about our daily routines as if nothing had changed and really it hadn't just maybe the sleeping arrangements. When it was time to retire Betty asked the kids if they would be joining us again and of course they said yes. This time Dave and I were in the middle of the bed with our wives on the other side of us. Betty and I began making love to each other, as did Dave and Karen. Nothing fancy or hard just good old missionary position until I unloaded a full load into my own wife. Dave did the same to Karen and then we all just dropped off to sleep.I awoke sometime during the night to find myself spooning my son. That was a shock and I wasn't real sure what to do. Then I felt something lightly scratching against my nut sack. By the feel of it Karen was reaching between Dave's legs and foundling my balls. She must have been doing the same to him, he began to lean back against me as my hard on slipped along his crack. Then I felt Karen massaging my cock and there was something really wet and slippery on her hand. Then I felt her positioning my cock head at his anus. This kind of shocked me I didn't know what the hell Dave was going to do. About that time I felt Dave move toward me, and his arm reached over and grabbed my butt and pulled me into him. I began to push and I felt the head of my cock slip past his spinster and then he leaned back and I pushed forward and I was all the way up my son's ass. Karen's hand was now squeezing my balls as I began to slowly butt fuck my own son. I had never touched a man before let alone fuck him. Man was he hot and tight, it didn't take long and I was blasting my cum into him. I slowly pulled out wondering what the hell to say to a man you've just fucked? Well I guess nothing, because we just laid back and went to sleep.*The next morning was pretty much the same old routine but at supper Betty said that we needed to buy a bigger bed and set up a schedule of who was doing who. We all laughed and agreed so we made plans to get a bed and work on the schedule tomorrow.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 55 |
eva1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/21/eva1.txt | Eva awoke at her normal hour for a weekday. It was 4 am and as she did every morning, Eva lightly kissed her husband, Mike, as she rolled out of bed to change into her running gear. She was proud of her body, at 36 and after 2 children, running had helped her maintain her shape. She was tall, 5 feet, 10 inches, but only weighed 125 pounds. As she stood in front of the mirror, she admired her large, 38C breast. The children had not taken any of the firmness from them; her waist was still very narrow, as were her hips. She admired how her pubic hair was cut very short and in a strip exactly one-half inch wide, just like her husband like it. Besides, when she worn her swim suit with it's narrow strip in the front, the trim was perfect. Eva quickly pulled on her running shorts, red, silk-like. She frown because she had intended to purchase a new pair, this pair was so short that the cheeks of her ass peek out and when she ran, even more was exposed. Eva did not worry because the early hour, no one was ever around to see. She adjusted the sports bra top so her ample breasts were constricted, pulled her long blond hair into a ponytail and again check her image in the mirror."Very attractive," she thought, "even for 36 and two kids."Eva selected a tape of running music, and headed out into the morning air for her normal run of 5 miles. Mike had always worried about Eva running so far from home, but Eva assured him nothing could happen at 4 in the morning. As Eva ran she admired the pre-dawn darkness, not quite dark, but not quite light, just enough to see without artificial light. Eva felt strong and her pace was quicker as she turned up the trail that lead through the quarter-mile of woods before coming out onto the road. It was early spring, the leaves were coming out on the trees, and Eva ran to the beat of the music concentrating on her pace and breathing. She did not see or hear the two men as they moved about in the woods, watching her.Joe and Jack had seen Eva running every morning on their way to work at the construction company. Joe had commented on her round ass and firm breast. Jack like her small, pert mouth. Each had discussed almost daily what they would do to her if she gave them a chance. It was Joe's idea to follow her over a period and map out her route. He had told Jack of his plan and the two had set about preparing what they would need and arranging everything. They both agreed to wear skin mask so they could not be identified. Joe could feel the bulge in his jeans growing as he watched Eva, like clockwork, make the turn onto the trail. He looked over and Jack positioned himself on the other side and they waited.Eva was startled from her run by her the sudden blackness of the hood Joe threw over her head. She tried to scream, but he held his hand tight over her mouth. Jack grabbed her legs and together the two men carried her deep into the woods. Eva could not catch her breath under the hood and began to panic thrashing with her arms and kicking with her legs.Joe had planned well and quickly Jack had wrapped the rope around her legs while Joe pulled her arms behind her back and tied them tightly with another piece of rope. Joe took his long hunting knife and placed at the base of Eva's neck, just where she could feel the point and told her not to move. Eva froze; terrified that she would be cut or worse killed. She did not utter a sound as Joe removed the hood and stuffed a rag into her mouth and covered it with tape. Joe then let Eva dropped to the ground while he and Jack discussed their plan. The fear Eva felt was suffocating. Her arms ached where she laid on them tied behind her back. She tried to move her legs, but Jack had bound them well also. Eva tried to scoot away on her back. She had only a moved a few inches when the larger of the two men, Joe, began walking toward her. Tears streamed down Eva's face as she saw the knife in his hand.She vigorously shook her head "NO" and tried to move away as he approached. The other man, smaller, stood at her head and stopped her retreat. She closed her eyes tight and the knife approach waiting for the first cut. Instead, Eva heard the material of her running shorts cut away, then the coolness of the air as it hit her almost bear cunt. Next, the sports bra was slice away and her breast sprang free. Eva could feel the cold air and her nipples hardened to the coolness. She could hear the men comment on how beautiful her body was as she opened her eyes and realized, with the exception of her running shoes, she was completely naked and exposed to the two men. The larger man reached down and pinched the nipple of her left breast until she cried out through the gag. Eva was shaking her head back and forth "NO" without any affect on the large man. She looked to find the smaller man and he could not be seen. The large man told her not to make a sound, that they were going to "use" her for a while, but would not hurt her if she were cooperative. Eva realized she was at their mercy and did not want to be hurt. When the large man asked if she understood, she nodded yes. Then Eva heard the sound of a truck as it approach through the woods. She was thankful for the distraction, as the larger man had begun to pull her pubic hair and attempt to worm his finger into her cunt. Eva had squeezed her legs tightly together and prevented this violation. As the truck stopped, the smaller man exited. Eva noticed that the truck was very large and that it looked like the old bread trucks she had seen. The large man left Eva on the ground, went to the rear of Jack held Eva in front of the padded stool that was about 18 inches off the ground. He and Joe had rigged the truck just for this purpose. Now, the games were over and he would start working on Eva. He spun Eva around and quickly removed the tape and rag. Eva began to beg them to let her go. Joe pulled her ponytail and she scream as Jack placed the round ring gag into her mouth and handed the ties to Joe to secure. Eva felt as if her mouth were stretched to the maximum as her jaw muscles spasmed to the size and stiffness of the ring gag. Jack then turned Eva around and untied her legs, pushing her over the padded stool. Joe then quickly bent her lower legs back to her thighs and tied them in place, then place another rope around each thigh and cruelly pulled her legs open as far as they would go without breaking. Eva was in agony. The padded stool was just wide enough to support her abdomen. Her breasts hung like pendulum toward the truck floor. She could feel her cunt lips opening as they pulled her legs apart and secured them. Eva could not believe this was happening. Her hands still tied behind her back and the ring-gag prevented any escape, any hope of screaming. Eva knew she was going to be rape, she just did not know how many different ways she would be raped.Jack patted Joe on the back to congratulate him on their success. Eva was their property now and their plan had worked perfectly. There, splayed open before them was the object of their lust. Eva's cunt was slightly parted, her ass clearly accessible, and her breast and mouth inviting. Jack got behind Eva while Joe moved to the front. Eva watch in horror as the small man took two clamps from a bag and attached one to each of her nipples. As he tighten the clamps, her muted screams just cause him to chuckle. Once in place, Eva look down and saw a string with a medal hook attached to each clamp. She was confused until she saw him placed the first weight on her right breast. She threw her head back at the pain as her breast, following her nipple was pulled by the weight toward the floor. She began shaking her head again as he did the same to the second breast. The weights pulled Eva's breast almost to the floor of the truck, each of her nipples were turning blue from the s as she continued to plea with her eyes for relief.Joe nodded to Jack that all was in place and Eva jump when she felt larger man's hand on her cunt. Eva realized that jumping made the weights attached to her breast bob up and down, she tried to hold still as she felt his finger stroke her clit and force it's way inside of her dry cunt. Eva felt first one finger, as the larger man sawed the obscene finger in and out of Eva's cunt, she thought the shame would consume her. Eva looked at the smaller man in front of her as he began to remove his clothes and for the first time Eva realized that she was going to be raped. As the man behind her inserted a second finger into her dry cunt, Eva began to struggle again. She did not care about the pain in her breast from the weights, she only wanted to try and do something to avoid what she knew was coming. She could hear their laughter at her pathetic attempts to free herself.Jack could feel how tight her cunt was as he tried to open it with his fingers. Her struggling only made it easier for him to saw in and out of her dry hold. He finally decided that she was not going to help him any. Joe was already stripped standing at her head, grinning with his 9 inches dick standing straight out. Jack quickly shed his clothes and positioned himself at the entrance to her cunt. The head of his dick jumped as it touch the shaved lips of her spread wide hole. He hesitated and then shoved the entire 11 inches deep into her cunt. Eva arched her back and head and she felt his hard dick slam into her. She felt as if she were impaled on a sharp pole and she quickly stopped struggling, afraid of the pain or injury she would cause. The larger man deep inside her cunt began to move slowly at first, in and out. Then, without, warning, he began to pound into Eva's cunt. If not for the way the footstool was mounted on the floor of the truck, it would have easily moved with each thrust. The tears flowed in a steady stream down Eva's eyes as she felt her cunt being stretched and violated by the fierce pounding of the larger man. The smaller man in front of her just watch him with his hand slowing stroking his dick. Eva realized that he would take her next and that there was nothing she could do. Eva groaned as she felt the larger man stiffened and then felt the warm seed spraying the walls of her ravaged cunt. The larger man softened quickly and let himself slide from her hold. Eva could feel his sperm leaking down the inside of her thigh. She felt so dirty, so violated. Little did she know what was to come.Joe quickly exchanged places with Jack. Now Jack stood at Eva's head with his flaccid dick coated with her juices. Joe began by spreading Eva's ass cheeks to reveal her red, asshole. He spit directly into her rectum and shoved his middle finger to his hand into her asshole and worked the spit around to provide a little lubrication. Joe then positioned the head of his dick at the small orifice and in one quick plunge, drove himself to the balls into Eva's ass. Jack laughed and stood ready while Joe positioned himself and waited.Eva had never had anyone even touch her ass and now she felt on fire as she felt the smaller man's dick slide into her bowels until she could feel his balls slapping against her ass. The pain was so intense, that again she arched her back and threw back her head. This time, the smaller man grabbed her ponytail like a reign of a horse and pulled her head upright. Eva realized in horror that her mouth was now perfectly positioned for the larger man. She could not move, she could not close her mouth due to the ring gag; she could only whimpered as the larger man moved his flaccid dick into her mouth and ordered her to use her tongue and make it hard again. Eva could smell her juices and his juices mixed together as she felt his dick against the back of her mouth. She held very still until the larger man slapped her with an open hand across the side of the face, first once, then again, and stopped as Eva furiously began to lick and suck as best she could on his dick."Clean it good, bitch," Jack barked at her.While the smaller man began to fuck her ass in slow, long strokes, he held her hair and allowed the larger man to fuck her mouth. Eva was resigned to endure the rape she was being subjected to and tried to relax. The larger man's dick was moving further down her throat and she did not want to vomit. As she relaxed, the pain in her ass eased and the smaller man sense the relaxation and began to speed up his in and out assaults.Eva felt him tense and grow large inside her, he groan and spilled his hot seed deep into her bowels. The liquid burned deep inside of her as the smaller man quickly removed his dick from her ass with a "pop." The larger man was hard again and as the smaller man came into her ass, he removed his dick from her mouth to watch. Eva's holes were empty for the moment, but she could feel the sticky liquid sliding from ass and across her cunt, finally dripping to the floor of the truck. Eva hung her head and openly sobbed as the two men switch places again. The larger man worked his hard again dick into her ass and the smaller man stood in front of her waiting. Eva felt the tug at her hair, lifted her head and could smell her bowels on the smaller man dick, poised at her mouth. She knew she had no choice as the smaller man slid his shit stained dick into her mouth.Eva's sobs turned to whimpers as the two men took turns in her ass and mouth. Eva realized she would never be the same again. When they were finally finished with her, her ass and cunt were so sore they felt as if they were bleeding. Their cum dripped from both holes and stung the rawness as it made puddles on the floor of the van. The two men stood in front of her and the larger one took something out of the bag. Eva realized it was some sort of black hood. He instructed Eva not to make a sound and reinforced his instructions with a hard slap to her face. Then the larger man removed the ring from her mouth and quickly slid the black mask over her head, pulling her ponytail through the top. Eva was in complete darkness as the eyeholes were sealed. Across her mouth she could feel a zipper and realized that they had placed a rubber submissive's mask on her. Next she felt the clamps removed from her nipples and the burning as the blood rushed into the abuse tissue. Eva could hear the two men talking, but could not move from her bindings."How much should we charge?" the smaller man asked."How about 20 dollars for her cunt, 30 for her ass and if they buy both, she can clean them in between."Eva knew they were talking about her and tried to protest through the mask and struggle against her bonds. She felt the truck moving and the panic consumed her as the reality that her rape was far from over consumed her thoughts.***IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY AND WANT MORE, GO TO MY WEBSITE /~Kristen/mercy/open.htm PLEASE PROVIDE YOUR COMMENTS AND STORYLINE REQUEST 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 21 |
seconds.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/46/seconds.txt | We had been to a party, my wife and myself. We met up with a bachelor friend, Roy, (not the one she had an affair with), when we were there. We had had a fun time and all three of us had had a fair bit to drink. My wife insisted that our friend should walk back to our apartment with us and have a nightcap. When we got home I poured us all out Scotches and we sat around talking. I suddenly felt very tired, and a little bit drunk, and said I was ready for bed, Roy took the hint, stood up, and said it was time he went home as well. My wife said she would let him out and I went through to the bedroom. Once I was in bed I dropped off to sleep almost immediately.I stirred, an hour or so later I guess, and realised My wife wasn't in bed with me. I got up and went to the john. When I came out I realised that there was a light on in the living room and the door was slightly ajar. I thought my wife had probably dropped off to sleep in an armchair so I wandered over to the open door. Something stopped me from going right in and I just stood back and looked thru the crack. My wife was sitting on the couch but she wasn't asleep, she was sitting there naked. She was talking to someone and by moving slightly I saw that Roy was sitting next to her, with his arm round her, and he was also naked. It was pretty obvious what must have gone on and I guess they were probably in a state of post-coital bliss. I debated going in to the room but instead I went back to bed and lay there, wide awake, thinking about what I had seen and what I should do.Shortly I heard sounds out in the apartment and the sound of the front door closing. I lay there, pretending to be asleep, facing the bedroom door, and waited for My wife to come to bed. She came in, leaving the door open so that some light from the hallway came into the room, and thru my half closed eyes I saw from her silhouette that she was still naked and holding her clothes. I heard her moving round the room, the wardrobe door sliding open, hangars rattling as she hung up her dress. Her pillow, next to mine, moved as she took her nightdress from underneath it. There was a rustling sound as she put her nightie on. I sensed that she then moved to the dressing table, probably to take off her make up. She moved out into the hallway and switched the light off. She closed the bedroom door and then the bed moved as she got in beside me and snuggled down.I yawned out loud and stretched, as if she had just disturbed me. I turned towards her and put my arm over her. She tried to push me away but my arm 'accidentally' slipped down to her crotch. She moved my hand and said, "No, darling. Not tonight." I mumbled something unintelligible, as if I was half asleep and still drunk and put my hand back on her thigh and moved it up to her crotch again, sliding her nightie up as I did so. I felt her tense up beside me as my hand eased between her thighs.I have told you before that she was frigid and in all our married life My wife had never let me make love to her twice in one night, not even when she was drunk. Now she had a problem! Roy had fucked her not that long ago and now I was making my intentions very clear. Her mind must have been in turmoil. She didn't want to be fucked again but if she didn't let me what would I think? If she did let me and I realised I was getting sloppy seconds then what? She was in a lose/lose situation! By now my hand was firmly in her crotch, my fingers invading her cunt. Her cunt was moist and sloppy with a mixture of her own love juices and Roy's semen, I could feel that her cunt lips and clit were distended from her earlier fucking. She made one further attempt to stop me but I persisted, maintaining my sleepy, drunk, attitude.She moaned, pulled her nightie up to her waist and spread her legs. I rolled over between her legs and felt her whole body go tense as I pushed my dick into her cunt. The extra lubrication meant I slipped into her very easily. As I began to fuck her she remained rigid and reluctant beneath me. I went deep and hard into her and began to fuck her fast. The realisation that the lubrication in her was not just her love juices but our friends cum as well had given me the hardest erection I had had for years and I knew I was stretching her cunt more than I had ever done before. I fucked her hard and when I exploded my cum into her I felt a twisted sense of triumph that after all her previous protestations.My wife had now been fucked twice in one night without being able to protest or say anything at all about it and I had, knowingly, had sloppy seconds! END |
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flashing.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/20/flashing.txt | When I was in college I knew a girl who was an exhibitionist. At the time, I didn't appreciate how much fun that type of play can be. How I wish she were around now.Thoughts of her come to mind because of a rare treat I received at a Burger King. It was a lovely day in May about two in the afternoon. I stopped to get a hamburger. The place was almost empty. As I placed my order, a couple entered. There was a little maze that led to the counter and I watched the couple as they snaked there way through to take a place behind me. They appeared to be Hispanic, probably in their late thirties or early forties.What caught my eye were the woman's legs. She had slender ankles that tapered up to well-rounded calves. She wore high heels which accentuated her calf muscles. Her calves tapered in at the knee and above her knee, her thighs flared up to rather full hips. She was wearing a light-blue cotton skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, giving me ample leg flesh to ogle. I thought that I was being discrete but she looked at me with a half-smile, which seemed to say, "like what you see".This preamble was over quickly and I hadn't paid much attention to her above the waist although I did notice that the top she wore was as brief as her skirt. I don't know if there is name for it but it was one of those tops that look like a half-t-shirt.This Burger King was laid out in an L shape. One leg of the L contained the counter and some seating. The other leg of the L contained seating. At the far end of this second leg there was a bench the length of the wall with three tables in front. Each table had two chairs opposite the bench. Another three tables parallel to these each had four chairs. Next there was a planter box that separated this section from the remaining tables. Thus this back section of six tables was somewhat shielded from the view of the rest of the dining area.As I said, there were only a few customers in the place and all were near the front. I took my dinner to the far end and sat at one of the tables by the planter box. Just as I began eating, the couple seated themselves at the table across from me. The man sat at a chair with his back to me, the woman sat on the bench so she now faced both him and me. She at first was sitting almost directly opposite of the man so that I could see about half of her. My voyeur bell rang softly. I could see all of her right leg. Her short skirt allowed me to see almost all the way to her panty. They spoke a few words to each other then the man began studying some papers, business I suppose. I was carefully avoiding staring directly at her, making the most of sideways glances and brief looks as I turned my head. She was sitting with her knees slightly spread, when to my delight she spread her legs. I still could only see her right leg but now I had this wonderful view of her inner thigh and just a peek of blue panties. Of course, when she made this move my eyes just locked on the scene. Then I looked up at her face and realized she was staring directly at me. For the briefest moment I felt embarrassed at having been caught. Then I noticed her smile ever so slightly.Then to my amazement and delight, she slid to her right giving me an unobstructed view of both legs. No more discretion on my part now, I boldly stared at the meaty white flesh that flowed up to a V of blue panty. My cock was now getting hard. I was wearing shorts, the jersey type that are sort of stretchy. I put my hand to my cock and pushed it into a comfortable position along my left thigh. I also was thinking that now she could see the bulge in my shorts if she cared to look. I wasn't sure but I thought that she was looking. She kind of rocked her legs in and out. Then she raised both her hands to her hair, running her fingers through her hair, brushing her shiny black hair off of her shoulders. This motion caused her top to rise up teasingly close to exposing her breasts.As she did this she openly smiled at me. Her eyes were black and sparkling, her teeth looked very white, surrounded by dark red lipstick coated lips. I concentrated my attention on her breasts, now barely covered by her shirt. I was certain that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts didn't seem to be very large; the top had hung loosely over them, yet they definitely showed some shape beneath the material.I now rubbed my cock, still inside my shorts, with slow, deliberate, obvious motions. She licked her lips; then, as if wiping a bit of food from her lips, she touched her finger to her tongue. She dropped her hand to her lap, very ordinary except that she casually rubbed her now wet finger along her inner thigh. My cock was now aching. Her husband looked at her and said something. She leaned toward him and whispered in his ear. I felt a moment of uncertainty as I wondered if he was about to swing around and berate me for staring at his wife. To my relief, he merely resumed working on the papers in front of him. She however looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was watching. Satisfied that all was safe, she once again began brushing her hair with her hands.This time the lifting of her arms was more exaggerated. Her top rose up above her breasts. I stared and licked my lips as she watched my delight in seeing her tits. They were a medium size. They sagged a bit but in the wonderful way that allows you to cup them and hold them in your hand. And how I wished that I could step over to her and cup those lovely tits in my hand. She had olive skin, her areola were the color of dark chocolate. Her nipples were small but obviously erect and were surrounded by little bumps. As she pretended to be brushing her hair with her fingers, her tits swayed from side to side. She dropped her hands and gone from view were her tits.She winked at me and licked her lips. I reached inside the waistband of my shorts and pulled my jockey shorts to one side. I pushed my cock into position along my left leg then pulled the pant leg up enough to expose the head of my cock. She smiled a wicked smile and held up a finger as if to say 'quiet' or wait'. Then she got up and walked to the nearby restroom. A few seconds later she returned. She sat down with her knees close together. She held out one finger and then stroked it with her other hand. Not sure, I stroked my cock through my shorts, the head still protruding. Precum had now formed a small wet spot on my leg. She nodded, smiled, and continued to rub her finger. Then she dropped a hand to her knee and slowly began to rub her leg. As she rubbed she spread her legs apart, slowly, teasing. Her hand worked its way up her inner thigh, her legs spread ever wider. Finally they were open, and the blue panties were gone. I could see a V of black hair neatly trimmed like an arrowhead pointing to her slit. She pointed at me. I pulled my shorts aside and exposed my whole cock. I stroked my cock as she ran her finger in the slit of her pussy. I pointed to myself and then towards her hoping she would invite me to join her but she shook her head 'no'. This show probably had lasted only a few minutes but it seemed to go on for a long time. I was close to cumming, when the spell was broken by the boisterous sound of young voices. She quickly closed her legs and returned her hand to the task of eating. As she did that she nodded towards the front of the restaurant. I pulled my shorts over my cock and turned to see a small crowd of teens heading to our secluded section.It was fun while it lasted. I wished that I could have talked to her, found a way to meet sometime but it was clear to me that she was only interested in a bit of exhibitionism. They finished eating before me and as they left she mouthed what I thought was 'thanks'.The End If you enjoyed this story and would like to say thanks - then please do. Or if you have had similar experiences, I'd love to hear of them. I'd also be interested in your gender and age (20's 30's etc.). If you care to tell me what you enjoy it will help me decide what topics to work on in the future.DO NOT REMOVE AUTHOR'S EMAIL ADDRESSWrite to [email protected] or [email protected]~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out ofthe hands of children. They should be outside playingin the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 20 |
georges.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/georges.txt | George woke up. Never needed the alarm since he had taken early retirement - 8.00am every morning he woke, went downstairs, ate some breakfast, waved his wife off to work, did the crossword in the paper, then planned his day.Not that it needed a lot of planning. Go to the shops. Visit elderly mother. Go to the shops for her. Answer post. Cook tea. Greet wife...George didn't regret taking early retirement, but somehow early retirement should be something different from this. Surely there was more to it? Seven across - "between the mango chutney?" Chutney, mixture of something? Anagram of mango? Means between. Among... He was just writing the answer in when the phone rang."Hi George, it's Max here." George recognised the voice of his former business partner, still a good friend he enjoyed a drink with. "Have a problem. Are you free for lunch?"George thought for a moment. He had said when he retired he would be available, and over a pint with Max had told him he wanted to try everything. And do everything. Retirement was a chance to do. He ended the conversation with a wink. Max had picked up quickly what George meant. He'd laughed before replying: "Well, you are not going to do everything with me..." They had laughed, the conversation had moved on."What's the problem?"Max continued. "Well, Tony was due to see a couple of blokes at lunchtime to sell them the electronic G8 monitor which you and him developed. Tony's rushed into hospital overnight with appendicitis. Can you come and see them instead - you know the monitor better than the rest of us. There'll be a few quid in it if you do sell it."George thought for a moment. It was the first time he had touched anything to do with work since leaving, but would quite enjoy it, and would quite like the money. "Okay. Where am I seeing them? Who is it?"Max gave him the address of a hotel, then told him who it was: "It's those two blokes - Ken and Brian - at Davis's."George paused. It wasn't such good news. They were good blokes and he respected them. He liked them. They worked hard. But they had a strange reputation. They could be bullying. They could demand odd things. There were odd work relationships in their company. Or at least so everyone said - no-one ever said what the problems and demands were. And on top of that they drove a hard bargain. He had never had problems with them, but ...At last George agreed - he had nothing to lose - if he didn't like what was happening he would just walk out.George did his shopping, visited his mother and left a note for his wife apologising that he couldn't get the tea in case he got back after her - you never knew with these sorts of meetings. At one o-clock he pulled up at the hotel, parked the car, and entered the lobby. Ken was sat waiting and noticed him first. Ken strode over, held out his hand, shook George by the hand and said it was good to see him again. Ken was just over six foot, in his mid forties and pretty muscular build - probably worked out a bit. Brian was a bit shorter and slimmer, and followed Ken over to where he was shaking George's hand. Both dwarfed George by at least three inches. For a few moments they chatted, talking about retirement, then agreed they should go somewhere more private for their business discussions. Ken and Brian led the way to the room they had reserved for the discussions, for the afternoon.The three of them went to the room on the 4th floor of the hotel - a bed room with four easy chairs and coffee table. They fixed drinks - Ken and Brian had whiskys, George was sharp enough to stick with fruit juice - you needed a clear head to deal with as tough negotiators as these were.George outlined what the G8 monitor could do, as well as its limitations. He outlined the key internal components they had used. He talked about price and bulk orders. Ken and Brian both asked a lot of questions. They haggled on price, particularly as they needed 200 of the monitors initially, with a possible further 800 for the project they might use them for. It was hard business, but with no rancour - something that George had missed, was enjoying, but wouldn't want to go back to full-time.At last Ken spoke. "Okay, on one condition we'll do a deal at the price you've quoted." George was always wary of conditions - sometimes conditions were mountains."One condition?" asked George. "Well, try me. What's your condition?"It was Brian who spoke. "That you suck our cocks."George wasn't sure he had heard right. Was it something about fitting stopcocks? "Didn't catch you, mate..."Ken who spoke. "You want the deal, you suck our cocks."George sat stunned. Business had never gone down this path before. His mind churned it over. The rumours they had heard about this company. Strange demands from the bosses. Strange company relationships. But for George there was one problem - hiding the instant erection he had. George said nothing as he moved surreptitiously trying to hide what was happening. As he squirmed to accommodate his discomfort. Brian and Ken weren't fooled. They knew. George knew that they knew.It was Brian who stood up first, quickly kicked off his shoes, undid his trousers, dropped them to the floor, removed his underpants. He reached down to George, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. Brian lay on the bed, his back on the bed head, put his hand in George's hair and simply pulled George to his cock. Brian had never done this before. He was stunned at the size of the cock - 7 inches, quite thick. Of course, experience of people doing it to him, instinct, dreams, he knew what to do. For several seconds he paused, then reached out with his lips and kissed the cock, then pushing his tongue between his own lips to allow it to lick the cock just in front of his face. George was terrified. It was everything he ever dreamt of. At first George was very tentative, then as Brian appeared to enjoy what he was doing, grew in confidence, began letting his tongue rove all over the cock. He even went to the tip, tasting the drop of pre-cum, running his tongue around the circumcised head. All the while Brian kept his hand in George's hair, moving as George's head moved.Suddenly George felt a hand rest on his ass. Begin to run around his ass. George was suddenly aware that as he was kneeling in front of Brian his ass must be sticking in the air. As he made to move he suddenly felt Brian's grip on his hair tighten, stopping him move away. The grip remained tight as George felt hands reach under him, undoing his belt, undoing his fly, resting for a moment on his cock.George had stopped, but then let his tongue lick again. He felt the hands pulling his trousers off his waste - his underpants as well. He heard Brian order: "help him!"George lifted one knee to allow Ken to remove the trouser leg, then the other. He felt very exposed, his ass sticking in the air, his legs apart to keep balance, as he licked this man. He suddenly felt very exposed as he felt a finger tickling his asshole, exploring, caressing. George was so embarrassed, but his cock was throbbing in pain of hardness. George was embarrassed but he continued to allow his tongue to play on the cock his face was being held close to.After a few moments George was surprised to feel the hands stop playing on his ass, but seconds later he jumped as he felt something cold put onto his asshole - he knew it was gel of some sort. He squirmed as he felt a finger push through the ring of his ass - no-one had ever done that to him. He was ashamed to admit - he liked it. Wanted it.He continued to lick the cock as the finger probed inside him, using the gel as lubricant. It felt fantastic. His cock was throbbing, twitching, he had never been so turned on, ever. His heart sank as he felt the finger removed, but again he couldn't protest as the hand wrapped in his hair held his mouth to Brian's cock. George felt the bed move, guessed someone was getting onto the bed. He froze when he felt something against his ass - this time clearly not a finger. He felt it pushing against his asshole, then suddenly plunging through the ring. It was so much larger than the finger, it hurt! George did all he could not to scream as the cock penetrated him. Clearly Ken was taking him from behind. Ken paused while George got used to the size, till he began to relax.As George relaxed he felt Ken slowly begin to push, the cock now sliding more easily into George's asshole. Soon it was in further than the finger had been. It was so big. So tight. On the edge of excruciating and amazing. George only guessed that 7 inches had penetrated him. At the same moment George felt Brian force his mouth onto his cock, deep in to the back of the throat. Suddenly "all hell" broke loose. This was obviously having an effect on Brian and Ken. Suddenly he felt the two cocks begin to pound in and out of him, one in his ass, one in his mouth. It was so hard to take them, but he had to, wanted to. He sucked, squeezed, but it seemed as if Brian and Ken were just using him as their fuck toy. They seemed almost oblivious to him. It was everything George had ever wanted, but had never admitted.He felt the cock thrusting into his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around it to increase this man's pleasure. He felt the cock sliding in and out of his ass, invading him, taking him, stretching him as tightly as possible. Within seconds he heard Ken behind him shout out, felt him thrust hard into him, he felt the cock throbbing and filling his asshole with cum.But he couldn't take it in too long, suddenly he heard Brian shout out, felt cum pumping into his mouth. Brian held George's head on his cock, so George had to swallow hard. He wanted to. He did. So much.It seemed like ages before Brian and Ken let him go, pulling their cocks out of him. Ken pushed George forwards onto his stomach, his rock hard cock landed in Brian's hand, who was kneeling beside him. Ken ordered him - "hump off into the hand".George did. He needed to cum. Wanted to obey. Wanted this. He realised how obscene he probably looked, fucking this hand, but the hand felt good, and Brian used his fingers to excite George even more. Within seconds George was emptying his balls into Brian's hand, cumming seemingly endlessly.At last he rolled off the hand, having come down from his orgasm. But Brian had the last throw. Before George realised what was happening, he had wiped George's cum in his hand all over George's face. George felt so humiliated - it was the best thing he had ever done.It was Ken who took control. "Okay George", he said in a matter of fact voice, "You can use the shower, then come back out here to do business." With that he handed George his trousers and pants. George scrambled to his feet, made for the shower, came back to the room ten minutes later. He blinked - Brian and Ken were both in their suits, as if nothing had happened.Brian spoke. "We have signed the contract for a thousand GH monitors. I'm sure there will be a good bonus in there for you."Ken continued: "You may be wondering... Well we always wondered about you, then something Max said, it all came together. We enjoyed. Hope you did."George just nodded, speechless.The meeting became even more absurd. They shook hands and parted as if only business had taken place. Brian said, as they shook hands: "It was good to deal with you today. Hope we can do business again real soon."That evening George sat down very carefully for tea - he was sore down there - when his wife asked him: "Good day darling?"George thought for a moment before replying. "Much the same as all the others, darling, although I did enjoy my spit roast at lunchtime. How about you...?" END |
adaughters1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/35/adaughters1.txt | I was giving my seven year old daughter her sex education class. She was seated as usual naked on her little red plastic chair. She was sitting as I had taught her to sit with her legs spread wide as a young lady should sit, so I could see her darling little bald pussy slit. I had told Cindy that she was so beautiful that I wanted her to be naked around the house as much as possible, especially when my buddies were over. I was seated in my arm chair, naked also with my legs spread so my big fat dick was just about eye level with Cindy. Before you call me a pervert, I would like you to listen to my logic. I served in the armed forces in Iraq and was recently discharged because of an injury. I am twenty-five years old and a well built, good looking guy. The chicks are really hot for me. Cindy's mom the fucking bitch, cheated on me while I was serving our country, and ran off with some fucking salesman. if you want the truth, I think it was because my cock was too big for her, she was always complaining that it really hurt her, especially when I fucked her in the ass. I know my dick is really huge, but does that mean I'm not entitled to the sexual pleasure a man is supposed to receive? So I decided to bring my daughter up correctly. Better she should learn to respect and love big cocks. Better her early sexual experiences are with a nice big beautiful prick than with some tiny two inch pizzle belonging to some horny seventh or eighth grade boy. Besides, her mom, never really liked cock all that much and I don't want Cindy to grow up with that warped point of view. I want her to realize that for a cunt, the entire reason to live is to service dick! So there I was seated in front of her showing her my big seven inch flaccid hunk of cock and my nuts which hang really low and are the size of eggs. "Look at Daddy's fuckmeat, Cindy, isn't it beautiful?" She blushed. "I guess so," she said shyly. I smiled. "Oh come on, you know you like to look at it. I see you looking at it all the time. Look at how big and thick it is. Can you say 'fuckmeat' honey?" "Fuckmeat." She looked up at me for approval. "That a girl. And what is that?" I pointed at her pussy. She has a really nice pussy, nice puffy twatlips. The screwed up her pretty face and thought for a minute. "Come on honey, what was that word that Daddy said you should always call it?" "My... cunt!" she said proudly at last. "Good girl. That is your cunt." "Daddy, last night, your friend Mark wanted to tickle my...my cunt." I raised my eyebrows. "And did you let him?" She dropped her head and her beautiful hair cascaded down over her face. "No, I was too shy." "Well, that's not a very good girl. You must always let any man who wants to tickle your cunt do it. You must spread your legs wide for any man who asks you and let him play with your cunt all he wants to. That's what cunts are for, Cindy." "I'm sorry, Daddy." "That's my angel. Now tonight when Mark and Tim and Bud come over, you let them play with our cunt all they want, ok? And maybe if you are real good, they will show you their fuckmeat. But don't ever say anything about how theirs aren't as big as Daddy's. That would not be polite. Not all men have big fuckmeat, but they can still be fun for little sluts to play with. And you are my little slut, aren't you?" "I guess." "Look, Daddy's fuckmeat is growing. It's getting bigger and bigger. That means you are a good girl. Good girls make men's cocks grow stiff and hard. Now while you look at my fuckmeat grow and get hard, tell Daddy what you memorized last night. Tell Daddy, how many names for a cock you memorized." The seven year old stared at my prick and thought for a minute. "Well, cock. And now you taught me fuckmeat, even though I don't know what that means. And then...dick, and prick, and cuntbuster, and what was that? Oh yes, dork, dipstick, twathose, schlung...." "No honey, that's schlong, not schlung. And what else?" "Ah...pussy stuffer, sucksausage, holerammer, and and...." "That's fine, Cindy, you are doing very well. I can't wait until you tell my friends tonight what you learned. Oh look, Daddy's prick is really hard now and twelve inches long. Isn't it beautiful? Can you smell it Cindy? Can you smell it from where you are sitting? It smells that way because it likes you. "Sit a little closer. Pull your chair a little closer so you can see it real good. Look at the cockhead. Look at the mushroom head and the big wide slit in the cockhead. That's called my piss slit. You've seen Daddy pee from his piss slit. Look at how the piss slit opens and closes like a little mouth. Isn't that cute. It looks like a little mouth doesn't it?" "Yes Daddy." "Well then, do you think you could give that little mouth a little kiss?" "You want me to kiss you there?" She wrinkled up her nose. "If you love Daddy, you'll do it." I made what she calls my sad face. She doesn't like that. So she leaned in and put her seven year old lips on my dickhead. It was Heaven. Those soft lips touching the head of my fucker. Just as she finished kissing, some pre cum bubbled out of the piss slit. "Oh look Cindy, see that? that's called pre cum...or fuck snot. It means my fuckmeat likes your kiss a lot. If you can get a boy or a man leaking, it means you are a real good girl and are doing a real good job. Tonight you can see if you can get Mark and Tim and Bud to leak, Ok?" "Daddy, do other girls my age do this?" "Oh honey, not all girls are as lucky as you. Not all girls have a Daddy who wants to teach them. You are very special and very, very lucky. And when you are just a year or two older, you are going to be very popular with the boys at school. I'm going to teach you how to have dozens of boyfriends, and how to keep all of them happy. And teachers too. But you have to start with Daddy and his friends. "Do you want to touch my prick, Cindy? Do you want to hold Daddy's fuckslab in your tiny hand? That would feel real good I'll bet. Go on, don't be shy, take hold of my cock!" I leaned forward so my twelve inch dick was inches from her sweet little face. "Now hold the dick. Look, your little hand doesn't even go all the way around it. Now I'm going to tell you a beauty secret. Do you want to have really beautiful skin like the girls on television have? Well here's the secret, every night you have to rub some of my cocksnot on your face and sleep with it on, it's really good for a little girl's skin. So while you are holding my dick, why don't you rub it all over your face? And while you do that, I'm going to tickle your cunt with my big toe. Oh we have such fun together, don't we? And I have so much more to show you. So very much more. That's right, rub my dickhead all over your pretty little face. Get that cock leak all over so you get beautiful skin. Don't worry, Daddy's got plenty, reach up and squeeze his big balls and then more cocksnot will come out. And then later, Daddy will show you what's even better than cock snot and that is cock cream. Cock cream is so healthy for you. You know that special sauce Daddy has been putting on your salads and your cereal? Well, I've got a surprise for you. That is cockcream. Remember how you didn't like the taste at first and said it was all icky and slimy and Daddy said good girls eat what they are told, and that you would get to like the taste? And now I can show you where it comes from. And sometimes you have been having Mark and Tim and Bud and Sam and Bill's cock cream on your burgers and subs and even on your popcorn, and you didn't even know it. That's why you are such a healthy girl. Now be a good girl and kiss Daddy's cock all over to thank it for producing all that nice fucksnot and cockcream. Oh look, Daddy's got his big toe in your pussy. How does that feel?" "It feels bit... it feels a little uncomfortable." "Well, don't worry, just trust Daddy, soon it will feel really good. Soon you are going to want the boys at school to stick their toes in your pussy, and other things as well. It's going to feel so good to have things in your little cunt. Just you wait and see. You are going to want things in your cunt all the time. Daddy will even have to buy you a special toy so you can sleep with it up your cunt all night. Wiggle your cunt on my toe honey, do that for Daddy, will you? What a good girl you are. Now put Daddy's big fat cockhead in your mouth, will you do that for me? Do you have any idea how beautiful my seven year old daughter looks with a big dick in her mouth? Born to suck, man, the little bitch was born to suck. And I intend to teach her every cocksucking trick in the book. When I am through with her, she will have dick in her mouth most of the day and night. And in her cunt and up her ass too. That's my little girl. That's my Cindy.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 35 |
tech.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/65/tech.txt | "Surely you've done it, just a little bit... haven't you?" Rose was asking me if I ever had fun with our patients! We were both nurses in the same doctor's office and we often settled patients in the examination rooms and instructed them to undress."Good grief, no!" I responded. I couldn't believe she was asking about such a thing. You get used to the routines and you act professionally to put the patients at ease. You don't go around seeing what you can get away with!"I don't mean anything terrible, just a little experiment. You know: see if you can get them to do something silly.""You don't do that, do you?" I asked, shocked."Well, nothing that matters," replied Rose, not looking the slightest bit guilty."What have you done?""Well, told someone to undress a little more than they needed to." I thought about it. "Haven't you wondered what some of them would be willing to do?""What did Lee say?" Dr. Lee is the internist we work for."Oh, he doesn't even notice little things. You know that." It's true that Dr. Lee doesn't trouble himself with details--in fact, he is a bit absentminded."So what have you done?" I returned. My curiosity is really my undoing."You asked me that. You mean an example?" I didn't answer. I didn't want to be eager. Rose looked at me for a moment and then I saw a slight smile on her face. But she didn't answer me.Later that afternoon, Rose asked me to come with her to room three and check Mrs. Fensom's blood pressure. I almost asked her why since she could do it as well as I could. We walked in the room and I almost exclaimed! Mrs. Fensom was sitting on the examining table, wearing only panties! She was only in for a recheck and it certainly wasn't necessary for her to strip down! Rose glanced at me and our eyes met. Her face didn't reveal a thing, but I know her look was telling me here is your example.It's strange. I deal with totally nude men and women all the time, but trying to go through with testing Mrs. Fensom made me feel like I was back in training. Rose and me standing there, Mrs. Fensom wearing a lot less than she should be, and me in there unnecessarily...Nervous or not, I took her arm and wrapped it. Touching her was strange. Why did Rose choose her to do this? Why not some man? Some hunk? Mrs. Fensom was rather attractive. She looked at me as I did it. A little nervous, but trusting. Was Rose attracted to women? Here were Rose and I, tricking this beautiful woman into getting undressed right in front of us! It seemed to take so long, pumping the monitor and listening for the heart beat. I was so close to her.I wrote the numbers on her form and left. Rose was still there. I went into one of the lavatories and sat down, my heart pounding in my chest. It was just so wicked. Rose showed up in a couple of minutes. She had a big grin on her face."I thought you were going to have a heart attack!" she said. She giggled."I can't believe you do that!" I said."It gets rid of the boredom, fast," she answered. She giggled some more, and I couldn't help it -- I giggled too."What if she's suspicious?" I asked."They almost never do anything about it, even if they have a few suspicions. They can't be certain.""I can't believe we're talking like this, Rose! We can't do this!""Oh, come off it! You wanted details, remember?" I felt guilty and didn't say anything more about it. But she did it again the next day! Almost exactly the same thing, with a different woman! I waltzed through my part, and took Rose to task afterward, but she only smiled and told me I "did good". After that, every day or two Rose would get me into a room with some patient like that. Men as well as women, and often she had them completely nude. She loved to stand there, talking to me, in front of some nude and embarrassed patient, seemingly oblivious to their plight. She seemed to get the cutest guys naked, and a lot of good looking women too. It got so she just gave me a little singling nod and I knew to come in later as if I had some sort of business.Then she gave a guy a rectal exam while I was watching! I couldn't believe her audacity! I wondered if Lee was going to give him anther. The poor man was so embarrassed, leaning over the table with Rose's gloved finger right in his rear. I felt for him. But I also glanced at his cock to see if Rose got any reaction. I was pretty good at being nonchalant, as if this happens every day, and I slipped out in the middle of it, and went and found a place to sit. Despite my ability to school my features, inside I was ready to explode.Another thing Rose liked to do was get patients to undress in one room and take them to another in a hospital gown. She would get them in a room without their clothes, and take the gown out of the room! Sometimes she would forget to take them back and try and get them to ask to be given something to wear. Once she had a woman ready to get dressed and she peeked out of the room and talked the woman into dashing across the hall nude since no one was around! She told me about it and then managed to get me a chance to spy on a woman doing it. Then she wanted me to walk around a corner as if by accident when she got a patient to do it, but I was reluctant, and she never managed to set it up.Rose gave women breast exams while I watched and also had women lie on their backs on the table while she carefully inspected their breasts and their vaginas. She also got me to watch her give women rectal exams! She'd have the women nude, no clothes in the room, bending over the table, with her finger right in their rears, wriggling! She and I would talk about something completely different while she stood there, embarrassing some woman to death! She liked to get sex into the conversation somehow -- she would often tell me about her fictitious sister's troubles with her boyfriend. She liked to hint that the guy was making her sister do unspeakable things. Sometimes she'd say her sister was disgusted but found herself getting turned on by the stuff. She had a way of dancing around the subject--there is no doubt she had the women guessing that her sister was getting it in the rear.Once we had this new patient, a woman in her thirties or so, who was obviously already pretty high in the corporate ladder. She was dressed in a fantastic suit and she easily let us know that her time was valuable and she wasn't there to wait around. Cindy, our receptionist, was scared of her -- the woman was also very tall and blond and quite good looking, all making her more intimidating. I, myself, was hoping to have her done and gone as soon as possible, but Rose gave me her look. I couldn't believe it: she'd risk trying to embarrass this she-devil. She was playing with fire. But I also thought about Rose pulling it off, and the idea of humiliating this woman certainly had some attraction.Rose took the woman into the examining room and I waited a few minutes and headed over to slip in. I seemed to have developed a sixth sense as to when to go in.I was in for a shock. I'd never seen Rose go this far! The woman was totally nude, and laying face down on the examining table. She had her elbows on the table, holding her shoulders up, but her face was hanging straight down, so I'm sure she didn't notice me enter. Rose had her finger right in the woman's rear. And the woman had her rear lifted up off the table, obviously pushing against Rose's finger. She was breathing hard, and was raising and lowering her rear against Rose's finger so it slid in and out a bit. Rose looked up at me with the most evil smile I ever saw. She wanted me to come over and she had another rubber glove. She wanted me to put it on!I left. I found a lavatory, sat down and caught my breath. What I had seen was sex, pure and simple. But what sex! Did that woman really enjoy that? She must have! And how did Rose know? After a few minutes, when I had recovered, I left. Rose was still in there with the woman. I was tempted to slip in again -- something made me want to do it. But I was also afraid. In the end, Rose got the woman dressed and out and she had never seen Dr. Lee!Later, I was so embarrassed by the whole thing I almost completely avoided Rose. But naturally we ended up working in the same room before the day was over and I had to say something."How could you do that?""You liked that, huh?""She... she knew..." I didn't know exactly what I was going to say. The woman was obviously into it."Listen: why don't you come over to my house tonight. This is really nothing." I didn't understand what she was talking about, but she was very persuasive and convinced me to come over to her house about 8PM.I showed up at her door and she met me still in her uniform! She pulled me in and dragged me down the hall. I saw two other nurses, also in uniform as she dragged me! She took me to the bathroom and handed me a uniform and told me to change! I was confused by the whole thing, but I went along and changed into it. Fortunately it was a pretty good fit.When I left the bathroom, another nurse that I didn't know told me to come with her. I'd never been in Rose's house before and was surprised how large it was. Her husband must be doing OK. The woman took me by the hand, which seemed a little strange, but I just followed. She took me down a flight of stairs into the basement.The room looked roughly like a doctor's office! There was a little waiting area and a receptionist, waiting. She said "hi" to us and the nurse drew me past. Rose and a few other nurses were there. Rose's husband was there too, and he was dressed like a doctor! I stared."Rose, what is this?" I whispered to her."Don't worry," she answered, "relax!" A nurse came from the reception area leading a man--holding his hand, actually. He must have been about 22 and was really good looking! I stared. She drew him through a door into what was apparently an examining room! The door shut."Come with me," said Rose. She took me into another examining room. A woman was sitting on the examining table, totally nude except for a blindfold over her eyes! A nurse was in front of her. The nurse wasn't wearing any pants! She had her top completely on, but was nude below her waste except for a very skimpy white g-string and a white pair of heels! She looked up at us and smiled, and Rose kissed her, right on the lips! Their eyes were locked on each other for a few moments, and then the nurse turned back to her patient. She told the patient to put her hands behind her neck, which the woman did. Then she started caressing the woman's thighs with both hands, slowly. The woman started breathing hard. Rose goosed the nurse and then pulled me out. The nurse turned and gave Rose another smile as we left.In the corridor, another nurse, dressed exactly like the nurse we saw in the room was leading a woman. The nurse in a g-string. The woman was in a hospital gown. As she went by, I realized her hands were restrained behind her! A standard-issue hospital restraint! They went into another examining room.Rose pulled me into another room. It was empty. She proceeded to pull off her own pants, revealing a g-string! She asked me if I wanted to undress. I told her no. Then the door opened, and Dr. Lee came in! He was all business, as usual. He asked me to sit on the examining table! I stared, dumbfounded. Rose apparently saw my confusion and pulled me out of the room. We went to a dressing room and drew aside the curtain. Cindy, our receptionist was there! Dressed in just a hospital gown! Rose took her hand and led her back to the room that Dr. Lee was in. She shut the door, leaving them there. Rose and I walked back to the reception area. The receptionist called a woman who came forward. She was not only beautiful, but dressed to kill--for the evening. She was medium height, but with an absolutely perfect figure, dark brown hair, and was wearing a little black cocktail dress and heals. She smiled and looked at us both. Rose took her hand and led her back to an examining room. I tagged along.Once in the room, things happened so fast I was almost dizzy! Rose pushed the woman onto the examining table, making her lean against it so her rear was sticking out. Rose had grabbed a leather strap from some where, and in no time, was beating the woman's rear with it! The woman just leaned there and took it, not even looking back! Rose didn't stop, but just kept whipping the woman!Suddenly the woman stood up and turned around. She grabbed Rose and pushed her into the same position she had been in, and she grabbed the strap at the same time. Then she just stood there, staring at Rose. Rose didn't look back, but just kept leaning there, waiting. Then the woman put down the strap and in about a second, had her own dress unzipped and off! She was wearing nothing but a black g-string and black heels. She picked up the strap again, but didn't do anything with it yet. I stared. Then she looked at me. She didn't say anything, but she motioned toward the table next to Rose. She wanted me to lean there next to Rose!I didn't move, just staring at her. I thought I saw a fleeting smile, but it was gone before I was sure. She put down the strap and walked over to me. She started unbuttoning my top. Then she did smile. She was absolutely radiant when she smiled. It was so strange having a practically-naked woman so close like that. She took my top completely off and then put it on herself, leaving it unbuttoned. Then she reached around and unhooked my bra, and then pushed down my pants.I let her. She had me completely naked in sixty seconds. No one had said a word. She drew my hand and pushed me into position right next to Rose. My body was against Rose's. The woman was behind us. I didn't look back. Then she was at my ear. "I'm going to whip you 'till you cry," she whispered. At the same time, her fingers slid under my rear and found my clit. I almost fell over, coming.END |
harper06.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/23/harper06.txt | Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this.This is the sixth chapter of what will be a continuing series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the obvious incest themes.Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point of view of one member of the family. We hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments and suggestions.Your friends at Filthy Fiction... Story codes: (F/F, F/F/m, inc, family, pantyhose, cum, oral, solo, squirt, voy, exh, bi, slow, plot, cons, rom)Harper Valley USABy Filthy FictionChapter SixThe MakeoverShelly lounged between the soft rumpled sheets, with her legs swaddled in the same smoky gray pantyhose she'd been wearing all morning. Her blankets always felt more comfortable with her legs bundled in a lush pair of soothing pantyhose. She easily spread her silky thighs and lightly began dragging her gentle fingers over her frustrated clit. The cozy nylon snuggled her from her writhing hips down to her curling toes. For the life of her, Shelly couldn't stop thinking about letting Jonathan fuck her in the ass. An hour had passed since then. Yet, the lingering throb was a comforting reminder of what a total slut she could be. The pain didn't matter nearly as much as proving how much she would suffer for his pleasure. The warm rush of cum that flooded her ruptured asshole was all the reward she would ever need. As she quietly lied there reliving every moment, her grazing fingers absently teased her horny pussy well beyond the dew point. She squirmed under the warm covers, fidgeting with her moist cunt, with only a hazy sense of her building pleasure, when a rush of heat suddenly consumed her with the urgent need to make herself cum as hard as possible. Her swollen clit reached out impatiently. She skillfully slid her fingers over her hairless mound. Her smooth fingers brushed, circled and patted the jutting bulb, prompting a flurry of feverish gasps and rapturous moans.Her rhythmic fingers tirelessly stirred her toward a strong, lust-driven climax. Her mind swarmed with images of Jonathan in the kitchen clutching his stiff hard-on. The sight of his beautifully extended cock revealed in Shelly a new hunger that longed to have any part of her body used when and how he wanted. She rubbed her clit harder. She remembered how Jonathan desperately begged to fuck her, how he dropped to his knees, crawled between her legs and zealously used his entire mouth to lick, suckle and worship her dirty asshole.Her ass reared off the mattress in a violent fit of climactic throes. She groaned, whimpered and breathlessly panted her son's name. Her rotating fingers refused to stop. One orgasm wouldn't be enough. Another wave crashed over her. Her ears deafened from the roar of blood rushing to her brain. The fiery tingle of her smarting asshole melded with the euphoric blows of a second intense orgasm. Shelly woozily sank back into the cushy bedding, sweaty and out of breath. She lazily rolled over onto her side. Her drowsy eyelids slowly faded to a close. The sudden cacophony of her sputtering telephone jarred her from her stupor. She wearily reached over and pulled the cordless to her ear. After a resounding yawn, she grumbled against the receiver, in a raspy, irritated tone. "Hrrrmmm," she groaned. "Hullo."From the other end, Shelly instantly recognized the mousy tone of her older sister's voice."Oh," Kayla said, in an anxious patter. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to wake you. Thought you'd be up by now."Shelly smacked her lips together and held her eyes shut. Her long hair shielded most of her sleepy face. "I've been up," she mumbled. "Just needed to lie down for a while. Couldn't sleep though. So I took my kitty for a walk.""When did you get a cat?""No, silly," she said. "The other pussy.""Oh," Kayla said nervously. "You mean, you were..." She stopped herself short of saying it out loud. "Oh, I see. Well, umm, I guess I could just call you back after you...you know, whatever.""Already did," Shelly said. "Twice."Kayla swallowed. "Oh, all right," she said. "Well, uh, I know this is last minute, but umm...I was kind of hoping we could meet earlier today.""Earlier," Shelly wondered with a frown. "What for?""I'm just nervous about tonight," Kayla said. "I thought maybe I could bring the kids over now, and then we could go out somewhere and talk.""That's fine with me," Shelly replied, "But Jonathan is the only one here right now. Greg's down at the bar watching the Trojans game. Tiffany's out with friends. Not sure when she'll be back. No later than seven, I'd think. Do you mind leaving the kids here with Jonathan alone?"After a short pause and a long sigh, Kayla gave in. "I guess it would be okay for a little while. I really need to see you. I'm so nervous about seeing Peter again. The last thing I want to do is screw this up.""And how do you think I can help?""I'm not sure exactly," Kayla said, "But I've seen how men drool over you." She paused, measuring her words. "Frankly," she added. "I've always been kind of, umm... jealous, I guess. You just have this aura around you that men can't resist. I've never had that. Just once, I'd like to know how it feels.""It's really not that complicated," Shelly calmly explained. "I just know what men like. I can almost read their minds. That's how it is with me and Greg. I never wait until he asks me to do something. I sense what he wants, and no matter what it is, I just do it.""I should've been able do that with Peter, too," Kayla said, with a guilt-ridden sigh. "God knows, I must have taken a dozen psychology courses in college. I should already know what men want. So why do I feel like I don't have a clue?""Well, for one thing," Shelly said. "It has nothing to do with your education. You just need more confidence. And you won't get it from a book.""Yeah," Kayla said, with a sniffle. "You're probably right. But I'm sure I'd have plenty of confidence, if I looked more like you.""Not true," Shelly said. "Looks aren't everything. Feeling good about yourself is way more important.""I know," Kayla answered bitterly. "But being a hot blonde with a killer body doesn't exactly hurt either."Shelly rolled her eyes. Kayla had been griping about her looks since Shelly was 13. That was the year when, seemingly overnight, Shelly bloomed from a training bra to a full C and completely eclipsed her older sister's average-sized handfuls. "C'mon, Kay," Shelly said. "Don't be so down on yourself. It's not like Peter just married you for your cooking. I've tasted your meatloaf."Kayla scoffed. "I beg your pardon. If I'm not mistaken, your daughter raves about my cooking all the time."Shelly shrugged. "Only because I don't like to cook. Just because you make the effort, that doesn't make you Martha Stewart.""Could you just finish your point?""Yes," Shelly said. "It's simple. If you want to change your luck with men, then all you need to do is change your image." "Hmm," Kayla said. "You mean, like a makeover?"A devilish smile crept from the corners of Shelly's mouth. "Mmmmm, no," she said. "Not exactly. I was thinking of something more like...slut lessons."Kayla laughed. "Do you really think you can teach me how to be a slut in less than six hours?"Shelly flexed an eyebrow. "Miracles have been known to happen," she said. "The question is...are you up for it?""I'm not sure," Kayla said, hesitating. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. You know how nervous I get around guys. I'm sure that explains why Walter Crenshaw broke up with me senior year. I still can't believe that jerk only waited two hours to ask you out.""Yeah," Shelly said regretfully. "I always felt bad about that. I didn't even know he liked me."Kayla sucked her teeth. "See what I mean. That's exactly what I'm talking about. Men fawn over you all the flipping time and you barely even notice." Kayla paused for a calming breath, then mildly spoke again. "How's Walter doing anyway? Still teaching wood shop at Tiffany's school?""Yeah," Shelly said. "Although there was a rumor that he might have gotten involved with one of his students a while back.""Involved?" Kayla anxiously repeated. "You mean...sexually?""Yes," Shelly replied, unable to resist mocking her. "I mean...sexually. Jesus, Kay, you can't even say the word sex without sounding like you're in pain.""I know," Kayla said. "I really need help. Will you help me, Shell?""Of course, I will," Shelly said. "But there's one condition.""What's that?""If this is going to work," Shelly said gravely. "I'll need you to do everything I tell you. There are probably going to be a few moments when you'll feel that I'm going too far. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?""I think so," Kayla said. " If you can help me get Peter back, then I'll do whatever it takes. I still love him more than anything. I can't imagine my life without him. I need this night to be perfect.""It will be," Shelly said. "Just leave everything to me."* * * * * * * * * * * *Kayla and Peter Walsh had been separated for about a year. If nothing else, their twelve previous years of marriage had produced their two children, Heather and Dylan, before Peter reluctantly agreed to move out six months ago.While Shelly was generally considered the perfect girl-next-door, who married her perfect high-school sweetheart, and then had a perfect little baby, all by the tender age of 21, her sister's fortunes had to be considered less than perfect. After Shelly's storybook wedding, Kayla had to suffer through four bitter years before she finally got her chance to walk down the aisle, some two years after her sister had already given birth to her second child. Naturally, the man for whom Kayla fell head over heels was the first man genuinely attracted to her tall pear-shaped figure, her mild turquoise blue eyes and her straight natural amber-brown hair. His name was Peter Walsh.One summer, while Kayla was visiting home from grad school, she reluctantly agreed to tag along with her kid sister for a night of drinking and club hopping down in the city. Around four o'clock in the morning, Shelly and Kayla staggered into an all-night diner somewhere in Santa Monica. Even after a few cocktails, Shelly's studious-looking older sister still looked completely out of her element. She staunchly objected when a baby-faced blonde with cute dimples asked if he could join the ladies at their table. With shame in her glaring eyes, Shelly repeatedly elbowed her sister, until Kayla finally relented and told the young man to have a seat. An hour later, Shelly could barely get a word in edgewise. When they weren't longingly gazing at each other over their blueberry pancakes, Peter and Kayla laughed and talked as if they were lifelong friends. Shelly felt completely invisible. By six o'clock, she had to literally drag her big sister out of the restaurant. Kayla had told Peter that she lived in Cedar Springs, so Peter lied and told her that his family also lived in the valley. Kayla dated him for weeks before she finally confronted him on why she had never been invited to his house. When Peter finally confessed the truth that his mother had been raped and murdered, his father had become a violent drunk and that he'd ran away from several abusive foster homes, it only made Kayla fall in love with him even more. Two months later, Kayla suddenly announced her engagement. Shelly wasn't exactly thrilled with the news. The rest of her family was even less enthused. Despite being a happily married mother already, Shelly couldn't get over the way Peter continued to completely ignore her all the time. Obviously, to her, the man clearly had a huge ego problem. Meanwhile, Shelly's parents felt that Peter was a nice enough young man, but simply not good enough for their eldest daughter. He was obviously bright, but he had no direction, no future aspirations whatsoever. Kayla railed at the suggestion that she could ever fall in love with a loser. So, from then on, she set her sights on proving her parents wrong.With her master's degree in education, Kayla got a job teaching social studies at a private school in ritzy Arcadia, about 20 miles east of Cedar Springs. Working for the wealthy school district afforded Kayla a large enough salary to put her husband through college. Six years later, Peter had a law degree from UCLA. Seven years after law school, Peter Walsh was one of the most highly sought after entertainment lawyers in southern California. The palatial, ultra-modern, chrome-and-glass house, which Peter had custom built in the suburban hills, was twice the size and triple the cost of Greg and Shelly's modest three-bedroom abode.Still, the more wealth and success Peter attained, the less time he seemed interested in spending with his wife and children. Kayla resented the fact that she had supported him throughout the lean years, only to be left feeling like she was no longer needed anymore. Lack of sex also left Kayla feeling unappreciated. At 20, Peter had obviously loved having a 25-year-old girlfriend. Yet, at 33, he didn't seem quite so enamored, as his wife steadily approached 40. Kayla had never quite succeeded in losing all the weight gained after two pregnancies. Compared to all the slender models and actresses with whom her husband often rubbed shoulders, she was no longer as cute and approachable as those few extra pounds had made her seem when they first met.At five-foot-nine, with his blonde hair neatly coifed and his smooth face cleanly shaven, the hotshot celebrity attorney looked like a blue-eyed Boy Scout in a tailored Armani suit. He tired of always having to explain to every new client that came to his office that the matronly-looking woman in the photos on his desk was emphatically not his mother.Still, any interest that Peter might have had in younger women was never made obvious to his wife. Of course, younger women were always interested in Peter. If he and his wife went for a night out, Kayla could always expect that at least one woman would casually stroll over and shamelessly flirt with him, knowing his wife was standing right there. Kayla got used to that. As she bundled his suits together for a drop at the cleaners one day, she couldn't help feeling that they had reached the point of no return, when she emptied his pockets and discovered a crumpled Hooters napkin with a phone number written on it in red lipstick. Peter explained that he took the number from the flirty waitress just to be polite. Kayla knew better. She still remembered that night when Peter had asked her to wear one of those tacky little uniforms during sex. She hoped that by asking Peter to move out for a while, it would force him to seriously rethink his priorities. After six frustrating months of hoping and waiting, all that it finally took for Kayla to lure Peter back home was a casual picnic lunch and the warm invitation of her radiant suntan pantyhose.* * * * * * * * * * * *Thirty minutes after talking on the phone, Kayla and her two children arrived at Shelly's house in a white Lincoln Navigator. She pulled in beside her sister's plum convertible, taking the empty space where Greg normally parked.The drive itself had only taken about twenty minutes. Kayla needed the extra ten just to herd her two hellions into the car. She didn't bother changing outfits, or fussing with her hair and make-up. That would have been a waste of time. Meanwhile, Shelly was still in her bedroom, pondering her choices for the perfect shopping ensemble. She hoped she could settle on something before Kayla and the kids got there. Her sister didn't live all that far away. Both families liked living close enough to help each other during emergencies, yet far enough to avoid lots of unexpected drop-ins. It wasn't as if Shelly and Kayla didn't get along. Kayla was just a lot more conservative. She didn't always agree with what she perceived as Shelly's overly permissive parenting style. She couldn't always keep her mouth shut about it either. However, petty arguments over Kayla's traditional values were a minor concern compared with what Greg and Shelly really had to hide. When Kayla finally rang the doorbell, Shelly trotted down the stairs and scampered over to the front door. She flung it open with one hand, as she struggled to slip on a sapphire earring with the other. "Hey!" Shelly said, smiling at the welcome sight of her niece and nephew. "Come on in!" Heather and Dylan rushed toward her. Shelly reeled from the force of their twin bear hugs. She kissed both of them on the head and smiled as she watched them race up to Jonathan's bedroom.Shelly had settled on a silky wine-colored camisole top, with a plunging neckline that offered a staggering view of her large overarching breasts. Her open midriff temptingly revealed a narrow patch of golden skin centered by her dimpled navel. Her daringly short miniskirt firmly compressed her broad hips and thighs. Tight black spandex thoroughly stretched over her thick bulging ass. Her dazzling legs glimmered in the afternoon sun, glowing in a vibrant pair of lustrous nude pantyhose. Her minimal black sandals presented her girlish feet on pencil-thin, four-inch heels. A black leather Y-strap collared both ankles, with thin straps of black leather spanning across her hose-covered feet.Kayla blushed instantly. "Oh, my God!" She said, gaping in overblown horror. "You never said anything about turning tricks!"Shelly folded her arms. "What did I say to you on the phone," she admonished. "Didn't I tell you to trust me?""Well, yes, but...""But nothing," Shelly said. "If all you can do is criticize, then we can just forget the whole thing." Shelly paused as her eyes slowly scanned over her sister in a powder blue sweater set, loose-fitting gray knit pants and sensible brown leather pumps. "Besides," Shelly said derisively. "You shouldn't talk. You look like the fucking Church Lady."Kayla twisted her face. Her voice rose to a higher pitch. "What's wrong with my outfit?" she asked, gazing down at herself. "This is what I'd normally wear to work.""Exactly," Shelly said. "You look like a schoolmarm. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a cute sweater, but let's be honest...that outfit wouldn't get you laid in prison." Kayla paused for a moment, then looked up in her sister's eyes. "Is it really that bad?""No," Shelly said. "I just had to get you back for that turning tricks remark. Though I don't see how you expect men to notice you, when you dress all prim and proper. It defeats your whole purpose. When you leave your house everyday, you should be one hundred percent certain that every man who sees you is only thinking about how much he wants to fuck you." Kayla shushed. "Not so loud," she forcefully whispered. "My kids might hear you."Shelly threw up her hands and sighed with disgust. "Just forget it," she said. "I don't know why I thought I could help you. You're clearly not ready for this. Let's just forget the whole thing.""Hold on," Kayla appealed. "Don't give up on me just yet. I didn't mean to insult you. I'm sorry. You know this is all new to me. At least, give me credit for showing up.""I do give you credit," Shelly said. "I'm sure turning to your little sister for advice wasn't easy. I understand that. But you have to give me credit, too. I've been happily married for a pretty long time now. I must be doing something right."Kayla let out a soft sigh. She bravely looked up at her sister and softly asked, "So where do we start?"Shelly flashed a bright smile. She snatched her purse and instantly dashed through the front door. "Macy's ought to have everything we need," she said, her voice bursting with energy. "I think we should just keep it simple. All you really need are some nice trendy separates that we can mix and match. A couple skirts, a few tops, something casual, something dressy. Obviously, you'll need shoes. Then, we'll just put it all together and kick it up a notch!" Kayla seemed to approve of her sister's agenda. It was hard to feel otherwise. Shelly's enthusiasm was contagious. As they scuttled over to the driveway, with the mid-day sun beaming down on them, Shelly couldn't help commenting on Kayla's outfit. "God," she said, as if even asking was exhausting. "Aren't you hot in those pants? It's like 85 today."Kayla shook her head as she waited for Shelly to unlock her car, a sparkling Mitsubishi Eclipse. "Not really," she answered, folding herself into the passenger's seat. "But if you're really concerned about the temperature, then why on Earth are you wearing pantyhose?"Shelly answered mysteriously. "Ahhhh," she said, lowering herself behind the steering wheel. "Now, that's a good question...a good question with a really good answer.""I'm listening.""Well," Shelly explained. "It's like I said on the phone, the whole key to being sexy is just feeling good. And when I go shopping, nothing makes me feel better than wearing pantyhose."Shelly purposely left it at that. She waited to see if Kayla would take the bait. Kayla responded to the pregnant pause with subtle curiosity. "Why do I feel like there's something you're not telling me?"Shelly giggled in her own naughty way. "I thought you'd never ask," she said, with a twitch of her eyebrows. "Here, let me show you."With that, Shelly slouched in the driver's seat and casually pulled up her skirt. Her pantyhose were completely smooth and not quite transparent. She felt no embarrassment as she offered her sister a virtually unobstructed view of her nylon-covered folds."These are seamless pantyhose," Shelly said. "They're kind of expensive, so I don't wear them all the time. But when I do," she paused, swooning and rolling her eyes. "Man, can I feel the difference."Kayla quickly checked over both shoulders, then leaned for a closer look. "Hmm, they're really sheer," she said. "But they look awfully fragile.""They're actually more durable than they look," Shelly said. "And they fit better because they're more elastic. They can mold to any woman's figure, which is really nice," she said, using her index finger to draw a big circle around her pussy. "Especially in this area right here." Kayla shook her head. "I don't understand.""You will," Shelly said. "As we're walking around the mall, if you notice that I get the shakes for a few seconds, don't panic. Just blame it on the pantyhose."Kayla's eyes widened with renewed interest."Hang on," Kayla said. "Are you telling me that these pantyhose can...they can make you do that just by walking around?""Especially when I rub my clit a little before I put them on," Shelly answered. "Then, before I slide them up all the way, I peel my lips open so the nylon will press them down and hold them apart. After that, it doesn't matter if I'm walking or sitting as long as my pantyhose keep rubbing.""And exactly how does that help me?""I've got another pair in my purse," Shelly said. "I never know when I might get a run, so I always carry a spare. When we get to the mall, I want you to find a ladies room and put them on right away."Kayla nodded. Yet, the frown on her face clearly indicated how lost she was feeling at the moment. "I guess I can do that," she said. "If you really think it will help.""Oh, I know it will," Shelly said, nodding adamantly. "It's part of your first lesson. A real slut is always horny. You should be wet all the time. Your hunger for cock should ooze out of every pore of your body." She leisurely slouched back and dreamily caressed her silky thighs. "These pantyhose are the key," she added. "A soft pair of seamless pantyhose will keep your pussy nice and wet all day long.""Hmmm," Kayla muttered. "I'm starting to understand. You're saying that I should be ready for sex at all times. Wouldn't that make more sense if I were single? I mean, it's not as if I'm oozing with hunger for just any, umm..."Shelly smiled as her sister got all flustered. "The word is cock," she said bluntly. "And that's another thing. We really need to spice up your vocabulary.""There's nothing wrong with my vocabulary," Kayla said, clearly offended. "I was a teacher for twelve years. I have a master's degree.""Yes, I know," Shelly said condescendingly, "and we're all very proud of you. But you're missing the point. I'm not talking about your fancy college lingo. That stuff is easy to hide behind. What I'm talking about is the way your whole body tenses up just thinking about sex...let alone the impossible chance that you would ever say anything dirty."Kayla sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. "I can't help it," she said. "You remember how angry Mom used to get whenever she caught us swearing or talking about sex. She would make us sit at the kitchen table and read the Bible for an hour. She had me so paranoid that I finally stopped swearing altogether. I've been that way ever since.""Maybe so," Shelly said. "But you might want to watch it. You're starting to sound more like Mom everyday.""Oh, fuck you!" Kayla fired back. "Don't assume that just because we grew up together that you automatically know everything about me. I'm not as uptight as you think I am.""Hmmm," she said, grinning with approval. "So you do have some spunk left. That's good. I was getting worried." She shifted to face Kayla directly. "Now, why don't you try saying the F-word again, only this time, say it softer and add the word me, instead of you. See if you can make the F sort of drip off your lips, and hit that K at the end a bit harder."Kayla lowered her head. Her eyelids gradually closed. She sucked in a deep rousing breath, then opened her eyes and steamily broke the silence. "Phhuckk meeee," she hotly breathed, in a sizzling tone that gave Shelly the chills. Shelly nodded with cool satisfaction. "Not bad," she said. "Now, say something else. Like a dirty word for vagina.""Um, okay," Kayla said. "I think I've got one already.""Let's hear it," Shelly said. "Make me feel every syllable."Kayla nodded intently. Shelly watched with amusement as her wholesome sister geared herself up. Their eyes met. Shelly listened as Kayla lewdly coughed out a vulgar four-letter word."Cunt." Kayla said, as if she had loosed something stuck in her throat.Shelly felt goose bumps. "Use it in a sentence."Kayla bristled, then boldly answered. "Fuck my wet cunt."Shelly gasped. "Whoa," she said. "Maybe I was wrong about you.""I told you," Kayla said, beaming with pride. "I'm not as innocent as I look. Now, come on. I like this game. What else do you want me to say?""All right, big shot." Shelly said point blank. "Explain exactly what our mission is today."Kayla thought for a second, then quickly answered. "To make me a slut.""And why is that so important?""So Peter will want me again.""No," Shelly said. "Wrong answer. Forget about what Peter wants. Tell me what you want."Kayla leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. Softly, she answered, "To get fucked.""What was that?""I said, I need to get fucked.""Fucked how?""Hard!""With what?""Peter's cock!""And where do you want it?""In my cunt!" Kayla shouted and just couldn't stop. "I want his huge fucking cock deep in my wet fucking cunt! I want to suck on his big fat fucking dick! I want him to bend me over and fuck me like a dirty fucking slut!"Shelly was awed into silence. She faintly smiled and quietly nodded toward her older sister with a deepened sense of respect. "Okay," she said, starting the engine. "I think we're ready to go shopping now." * * * * * * * * * * * *Ten minutes later, Shelly and Kayla arrived at the Sierra Valley shopping center. Shelly loved to go cruising with the top down, so the drive alone had been pretty interesting. Handsome male motorists went out of their way to either smile or wave at the gorgeous blonde, with her dark shades and her sunny hair waving in the rushing wind.As Shelly turned into the circular driveway, she explained to her sister that valet parking was one of many situations that offered a fine opportunity to practice the art of flirtation. No sooner had she said this, then a young Latino in a red vest promptly strode up to the car and opened Shelly's door."Hola, Mrs. H," he said with a broad smile. "Where've you been? Haven't seen you in ages."Shelly smiled back. She openly spread her knees as she swung out her left leg and planted her shoe on the ground. She paused until she felt satisfied that the young parking attendant had been granted a good enough view of her hose-covered crotch. She swung out her other leg and quickly stood up, letting her tits bounce."Hey, Tony," Shelly said, greeting him warmly. "You're looking handsome as ever." She leaned forward to give him a friendly hug. His arms swiftly wrapped around her waist. Shelly showed no reaction when his hands slowly slid up her back. "So how's business?""Oh, you know how it is," Tony said, standing back. "Some days are better than others. But it's always a great day whenever I get to see you.""Aren't you sweet," Shelly said, with a gleam in her eye. "So how is your little sister? Are you making sure she stays out of trouble?"Tony shrugged and sighed. "Lisa's out of control," he said. "It's like she went boy crazy overnight. All I hear about is how she broke up with one guy, next day she's with another guy. I can't even keep all the names straight. Then, I heard some crazy story about her going to some party and getting screwed by two guys. I don't think it's true, but I just never know anymore. I've already had to straighten out a few of these scumbags. If she doesn't slow down, I'll be so busy handing out beatings, I'll have to quit school."Shelly laughed. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," she said. "But, for what it's worth, when I was her age, I went pretty boy crazy myself. I think I turned out okay."Tony smiled. "Yeah, I think you're right," he said. "That's what I told my dad. It's just a phase. She'll grow out of it." His lustful eyes slowly drank Shelly in with obvious admiration. "But I have to say, Mrs. H," he added. "It doesn't look like maturity has slowed you down very much."Shelly laughed again. "No, not a bit," she admitted. "Although, I am bit more picky these days."Tony nodded agreeably. "You should be," he said. "As good you look, you shouldn't have to settle for anything but the best.""My goodness," Shelly said, blushing. "You're just full of compliments today, aren't you?" She smiled, leaned closer and patted his chest. "Don't worry about me, sweetie," she warmly whispered. "I never settle. And I always know quality when I see it.""I'll remember you said that," Tony replied."You do that," Shelly said, with a subtle wink. "Or else, I'll just have to come back and remind you."Tony melted. Shelly let him savor the delicious thought, before turning and gesturing toward Kayla. "Tony, this is my older sister, Kayla Walsh. Kayla, this is Tony Garcia. His little sister is on the pep squad with Tiffany." Kayla looped around the back of the car, walked over and stood beside Shelly. "Nice to meet you, Tony," she said, shaking his hand."Gracias, Senora. Mucho gusto tambien," he answered in his native tongue."I think he said likewise," Shelly translated."I took some Spanish in college," Kayla said.Shelly turned back and smiled at Tony again. "So," she requested suggestively. "Do you think you could polish the hood again for me? I'll give you an extra twenty."Tony waved his hand and dismissed the offer. "Don't insult me, Mrs. H. I'd wax the whole thing for nothing.""Oh, really?" Shelly grinned. "I think I'd enjoy watching that."Tony smiled. "Did you want me to fill up your tank, too?""Sounds lovely," she answered. "We'll probably be in the mall for about three hours. I'm taking my sister to get a new wardrobe. Can you meet us back here at five?""No problem," Tony said. "That's when I get off. I'll have the car waiting for you. I hope I'll get to see how your sister looks in her new clothes.""Oh, you certainly will," Shelly said. "As a matter of fact, you could do us a huge favor. We're going to need a man who can give us an honest opinion on my sister's new look. Do you think you could help us out?"Tony scanned Kayla from head to toe. "She looks pretty good already," he said. Kayla looked up and smiled. Tony spoke to her directly. "I love your eyes," he said sweetly. "They remind me of the ocean."Kayla warmed to him right away. "Tell me what you think of this outfit," she said, spinning around. "Shelly says I look like the Church Lady."Tony concentrated for a moment, then earnestly shook his head. "Oh, no," he said, stepping over and rubbing his hand down Kayla's arm. "I think you look very classy, you know, like a teacher or doctor. Very professional.""Oh," Kayla said, slightly disappointed. "So, you wouldn't say I look hot?"Tony smiled. "Honestly," he said. "I think you have a beautiful face. But as far as your clothes, uh...I think I'd prefer to see you in something not so, umm...""Conservative?" Kayla suggested."Yes," Tony said. "Not so conservative. I mean, you're still young. You should dress your age. Show a little skin. Have some fun."Kayla hung on every word, taking his comments to heart. "Thank you, Tony," she said, slowly nodding. "I really appreciate your honesty. And like Shelly said, I'd love to get your opinion after she's all done with me. Okay?""Si, Senora," Tony said. "Muchos gracias.""De nada. Muchos gracias tambien," Kayla said, stepping forward and kissing him on the cheek. "Hasta luego."Shelly then leaned over and kissed him, too. She and Kayla then strutted away from the car and headed toward the sliding glass doors. Both women turned back, smiled at Tony and waved their dainty little hands."Hasta luego," Tony whispered as he watched the ladies walk away for several heart-pounding moments. Once they were out of sight, he finally climbed into Shelly's car and carefully drove it away.* * * * * * * * * * * *It was Saturday afternoon, so the shoppers were in full swing as Shelly and Kayla entered the mall. The luxurious marble causeways teemed with consumers young and old. Shelly paraded at a leisurely gait, chin up, chest out, arms swinging by her sides. Kayla barely moved anything but her feet, arms stiff, shoulders erect, eyes forward at all times. As Kayla worked to avoid eye contact, Shelly smiled and cheerfully greeted every man who passed. After a long moment of silence, Kayla remarked on this."Some things never change," she said, under her breath."What was that?" Shelly asked, hoping for elaboration."Nothing," Kayla said. "Just remembering how I used to feel so invisible whenever we went out together as kids. Just seems like nothing has changed.""Listen," Shelly said, taking her sister's hand. "You need to put all that jealousy and resentment behind you. Today is a new day. We're here to celebrate the birth of the new you. So let's be positive, okay?"Kayla slightly nodded, adding a thin smile. "Okay," she whispered. "Where to first?""First, we hit the salon," Shelly said. "I probably should have called ahead, but I've known the owner forever. Hopefully, she can squeeze you in. After that, we'll hit Macy's, and then we'll go look at shoes.""What about Victoria's Secret?" Kayla wondered to Shelly's grinning surprise."We may have time for that, too," Shelly said. "But you've got to learn to crawl before you can walk. Besides, all that satin and lace is nice, but just putting on some pretty lingerie won't change who you are. We need to work on that from the inside out." Kayla cocked her head to the side, pressed her lips together and pondered her sister's theory. Finally, she nodded, and then followed her sister into the Modern Image hair and make-up studio.Shelly and Kayla approached the front desk, where they were given no reception of any kind by the surly underfed blonde swaying in her swivel chair. They waited as the young woman took more than her sweet time glancing up from the latest edition of Cosmo. She sized up the new arrivals with disdain in her icy gray eyes."Do you have an appointment?""Um, no, actually, we don't." Shelly said. "Is Angelina here today?""She's with a client," the girl said. "And you'll need an appointment.""I understand that," Shelly said. "But if it's possible, I would like to speak with Angelina whenever she can spare a moment. I'm a very old customer.""Yes," the girl said. "I'm sure you are."Shelly glanced over at Kayla, who just stood there shaking her head. As Shelly turned back, she saw the owner, Angelina Fabrizzi, coming forward to greet her with a wide smile. The older woman had obviously been a striking beauty in her day, but now wore heavy make-up to hide the unsightly lines of aging. However, she made no effort to conceal the many strands of gray in her otherwise jet-black hair, which she wore in a loose bun. As she came forward, she greeted Shelly in a rich, melodious Italian accent. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Harper," she said, joining hands with Shelly, as they warmly smiled at one and other. "Such a pleasure to see you. You're looking lovely as always. How is your wonderful family?" Shelly lit up at the thought of Greg and the children. "Oh, they're amazing," she said, flashing back to the kitchen sink. "Incredible, actually. How is everything with you?""Oh," Angelina said, sighing dramatically as she rested one hand on her chest. "This place is going to be the death of me. My rent here is going through the roof. I may have to close or relocate. I don't know. But what can I do? Of course, I know this is not your problem.""Of course it's my problem," Shelly said, squeezing Angelina's hands for emphasis. "You're the best stylist in town. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else touch my hair. You can't close the salon. That's insane. If you need any help at all, just let me know. Greg has connections.""Oh, Mrs. Harper, you are too kind," Angelina said. "I do thank you, but I would hate to impose on our friendship in such a way.""Nonsense," Shelly said. "What are friendships for if we can't impose on each other now and then? Besides, it isn't as though I'm offering purely out of the goodness of my own heart. Closing the salon would be a terrible tragedy...for you and my hair."Angelina laughed softly. "This is true. We can't let that happen. It would be a tremendous loss for the world.""Yes, tremendous indeed," Shelly said, with a playful giggle. "Anyway," she went on. "I suppose I should explain why I'm here. I'd like to introduce you to my sister."Kayla stepped forward and introduced herself. Angelina did the same. "So," Angelina said. "The lovely sisters are having a day out together. How wonderful."Shelly nodded and smiled "Well, yes, but there is actually something that I thought maybe you could help us with."Angelina raised her eyebrows. "I will certainly try.""Well," Shelly explained. "My sister is trying to win back her estranged husband and...""Ah, say no more," Angelina said perceptively. "You want me to help your sister cast a love spell. I am an honored that you would come to me. It is unfortunate that I am all booked for today.""Oh," Shelly said, pursing her lips with disappointment. "Well, I guess we could schedule something for next week."Angelina shook her head and made several sucking noises against the back of her teeth. "Oh no, no. I won't hear of that. You are my preferred customer. I apologize that I am not available today, but I will see that your sister goes to very good hands." She paused, and then shifted toward to Kayla, brushing her fingers through her hair. "I think maybe we need to brighten you up a bit, no?"Kayla demurred. "Umm, you mean, you want to change my hair color?""No, no," Angelina said. "Not change, just enhance."Shelly rubbed her hand down Kayla's back. "Don't worry, Kay. Angelina's the best. I've spent a small fortune in this place.""It's true," Angelina said. "Listen to your sister. She has kept me in business for many years." She looked down and checked her watch. "I'm sorry, ladies. I'm afraid I must go. I will refer this assignment to one of my best people. Sylvia will do the make-up. Okay?""That's fine," Shelly said, nodding with appreciation. "Honestly, I can't thank you enough. And please, call me if there's anything Greg and I can do for you."Angelina gave Shelly a warm embrace. "You are a lovely woman, Mrs. Harper. Thank you for being so thoughtful." She then turned to Kayla. "It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Walsh. My staff will take very good care of you. Good luck with your husband. I'm sure he is going to be blown away."Kayla shook the owner's hand and thanked her as well. Moments later, a wiry-looking, spiky-haired gentleman dressed in black sauntered over and greeted the ladies in a rather effeminate manner. He introduced himself as Miguel and then led Kayla back to his workstation. Shelly explained to him why they were there, adding that she had come to lend her sister some moral support."Well," Miguel said, with a playful flourish. "Let's hope it's not too moral."Shelly laughed. Even Kayla couldn't help smiling. Within an hour, Miguel had washed, conditioned and trimmed two inches from Kayla's hair. He then layered it to add volume and colored it with a light caramel pigment. As Kayla continued through an array of beauty treatments, Shelly decided to go out for some iced mochas and come right back. She cheerfully walked along sipping her cold drink, when she noticed a shoe store just ahead. She couldn't resist stepping in to browse for just a bit. Shelly returned about twenty minutes later, holding her sister's lukewarm coffee and a box of new shoes. Kayla sat under the hair dryer getting a pedicure."How do you feel?" Shelly shouted, as she smiled over her sister."Like a princess," Kayla answered. "I haven't been this pampered since...well, never actually. Can we do with this every month?"Shelly laughed. "We can do this every week," she said, admiring the cranberry nail polish on her sister's charming toes. "Your nails look great. Your feet will look perfect when you put on those...oh, shit!" Shelly suddenly realized. "I forgot to give you the pantyhose!"Kayla waved it off. "It's okay," she said. "I think they're almost done. They're doing my make-up as soon as my hair dries."Shelly nodded. She handed her sister the not-so-cold beverage, then quickly presented her with the new shoes."I couldn't resist," Shelly said, handing over the box. Kayla opened it to find a brand new pair of tawny suede sandals. Unlike the shoes Shelly was wearing, these had only one strap across the front, and a thicker 3-inch heel.Kayla smiled with approval and thanked her sister very much. Shelly took a seat, crossed her legs and waved over to the little bitch who hassled them so much when they first arrived. The skinny blonde shook her head, rolled her eyes and mumbled something rude under her breath. When Kayla's hair was finally ready, Sylvia, the make-up artist led her over to another chair in front of a lighted mirror.After fifteen minutes, Kayla emerged with a brand new face. The frosty blue and soothing green of her two-toned irises sparkled beneath the moving contrast of her pale lavender eye shadow. Longer and fuller eyelashes added to the dramatic effect. Sylvia wisely chose not to use too much foundation, allowing her skin to maintain its natural glow. A fruity blend of red and purple coated her glistening lips, like the ripe seeds of a fresh pomegranate.Most of all, Shelly loved Kayla's new hair. That old muddy color had been lightened to a rich, golden brown, giving Kayla a remarkably stunning aura that was all her own. Shelly was even more excited by the transformation than her sister appeared."Oh, my gosh!" Shelly said, gasping as she clasped her hands together and gazed in total amazement. "You look un-believable!"Kayla smiled, as she playfully spun around and shook her sexy new do. "Do we like?""Oh, we like," Shelly said. "We like very much. Peter is going to die.""Oh, I hope not," Kayla said, with a new sassiness. "Not before I'm done with him, anyway.""Well, let's hurry and get out of here," Shelly said. "I think you're ready for step two."Kayla agreed. She turned and gave Sylvia a generous tip, as she had also given to Miguel. Both women hugged Angelina and thanked her again on the way out. The next stop was Macy's. Shelly went through rack after rack handing Kayla one skimpy top or tiny skirt after another. Once she figured they had enough variety to work with, she led Kayla back to the dressing room to see how things fit.As Kayla closed the dressing room door behind her, Shelly caught it with one hand and reached into her purse with the other. "Hang on," Shelly said, handing Kayla a ball of flesh-colored pantyhose. "Slip off your undies and put these on."Kayla glanced at her sister. Shelly stared back intently. Kayla nodded and slowly took the pantyhose from Shelly's hand. The door closed. Kayla locked it from the inside. "So where is Peter taking you?" Shelly asked as she stood guard. Kayla took forever to answer. "How do you tell which side is the front and which side is the...oh, nevermind...what did you say?""I said, where is Peter taking you for dinner tonight?"Again, Shelly's question was met with silence. Moments later, Kayla finally responded, although not the way Shelly was expecting."God, you weren't kidding," Kayla said. "These pantyhose feel great. I love the way they massage my legs. Can we stop and get more of these?""You can't buy them retail anymore," Shelly explained. "I had to order mine online. Keep those. When I place my next order, I'll buy extra. We can share.""Okay, thanks," Kayla said. "Hey, can you hand me that tan skirt with the red sleeveless top? That will look nice together, right?""You read my mind," Shelly said. "Do you mind if I come in?"The latch clicked open. Shelly stepped in and re-locked the door behind her. Kayla stood in front of the full-length mirror, mostly undressed. Her nylon-covered toes twiddled against the gray carpet. Her ample tits hid behind an old-fashioned polyester bra. Her white cotton panties rested on top of her neatly folded pants and sweater. Kayla turned, letting Shelly inspect her from behind."What do you think?" Kayla asked."I think Peter doesn't know what he's been missing," Shelly said, handing her sister the red top.Kayla slid the form-fitting shell over her head. She slipped her arms through and leisurely ran her hands over the smooth red material. Her sliding hands continued past the bottom of her shirt. She fondly caressed her curving hips, relishing the silky sensation of her new pantyhose.She glanced at herself in the mirror and sadly lamented, "Peter thinks I'm fat."Shelly sucked her teeth. "That's ridiculous," she said. "You were a size eight the day he met you. You've gone up maybe one dress size since the day you got married. Big deal. You're still better looking than most women. Besides, I thought he liked your full figure?""He used to," Kayla said. "At least, he said he did. I mean, for God's sake, he used to accuse you of being too skinny. Anyone can see you're no toothpick.""Hey!" Shelly said. "Watch it. I can still fit into my old cheerleading uniform and that's all that matters. It's a little tight around the hips, but I can still wear it. Mark my words. When I'm dead and buried, I'll still be a perfect size six.""Yes," Kayla said. "And we'll all be very proud of you.""Bitch," Shelly said, thrusting out the skirt."Slut," Kayla answered, snatching it away."Takes one to know one.""Oh, that's original," Kayla said. "It only took one to fuck the whole football team, too."Shelly smirked. "I'm going to try really hard to forget that you said that.""I got you, didn't I?" Kayla said, pointing her finger. "For once, I finally got you."Shelly tried to hold back, but the effort only made her feel like laughing even more. "Yeah," she admitted, smothering a laugh. "You got me good."Kayla slid up the tight skirt and slipped on her new sandals. She stared in the mirror, as she arched her back and tossed her lively new hair. She smoothed her hands down over her sides, as she twisted and turned from one angle to another. Clearly, she liked what she saw."You look gorgeous," Shelly said, confirming it more for herself than anyone."I really do, don't I?" Kayla answered, unable to turn from her striking reflection.Shelly just laughed and smiled. She patiently allowed her sister the chance to revel in her new skin."Well," Shelly said, "It's only 4:30. We're still ahead of schedule. What else do you want to do?""Pick out some lingerie.""A woman who knows what she wants. This is good," Shelly said. "All right, my little slut-in-training, let's move on to step three."Kayla looked completely tickled with herself. Shelly started to put back a few items, but Kayla grabbed everything, brought it all to the cashier and plunked down her credit card. She left the store with a full bag in each hand.Victoria's Secret was well down on the opposite end of the mall. Even with a loaded bag in each hand, Kayla didn't seem to mind the long walk. She moved at a brisk and newly inspired pace. The call of her new shoes clicking and clacking against the marble floor echoed the same sound of her sister's heels. The further they walked, the more Kayla smiled and graciously received every lustful stare. Suddenly, like something inside her slammed on the brakes, Kayla came to a dead stop. Her bags hit the floor. Her cheeks flushed, her chest heaved and her legs trembled."Kay," Shelly said, touching her arm. "Are you all right?"Kayla leaned back against the wall. "I don't...I don't know," she said, shaky and out of breath. "I just feel...kind of...funny...all of a sudden.""What do you mean funny? Do you mean...in a good way?""Oh, it's good," Kayla said, gasping. "It's better than good."Shelly realized then and there what had to be done. She scooped up the bags, grabbed Kayla by the arm and dragged her into the nearest ladies room. The spotless restroom was surprisingly deserted, not that it really mattered to Shelly at that point. She pulled Kayla into an empty stall and firmly pinned her sister's back against the door."Lift up your skirt," Shelly said. Kayla hesitated for a second. Slowly, she inched the hem over her crotch. Her pantyhose were soaked."Just what I thought," Shelly said. "You just came in your new pantyhose. How did it feel?""Like nothing I've ever felt before," Kayla confessed. "Do you think anyone noticed?""Just me," Shelly said. "Though I was pretty impressed. It's never happened to me that fast.""You're probably just used to them," Kayla said. "Though I could definitely get used to them, too.""I think you'd be amazed what you can get used to," Shelly whispered.For a moment, neither of them said a word. Shelly could feel the heat passing between them. She simmered with a keen awareness of how close she was to her sister's quivering body. Their faces slowly moved closer. Shelly parted her lips invitingly. Kayla reached with her open mouth. Shelly pulled back."Are you sure this is what you want?" Shelly whispered."No," Kayla answered. "But I don't care anymore.""Okay," Shelly said. "Then we'll skip step three. The next one is better anyway.""And what's that?""Just this," Shelly said, christening her sister's lips with a moist kiss. Kayla trembled on contact. Shelly tingled from head to toe. Kayla's shivering body felt warm against her own. Their lips fit together like matching puzzle pieces. Their hands busily explored one and other, wandering over slopes and curves they had never felt before. Shelly teasingly circled her tongue around Kayla's mouth. Kayla could hardly stop shaking long enough to kiss back. Still, she opened her mouth. Shelly's tongue sunk in. She glommed her hands over Kayla's palm-sized breasts to the purring sound of her sister's overheated moans. Shelly pressed her lips hard against Kayla's mouth. She felt like devouring her sister whole. Kayla gave up her tongue. Shelly sucked greedily. Her hand slid down between Kayla's legs, wandering over the pantyhose. Wetness coated her fingers. The feathery nylon blended with the pliant texture of Kayla's fleshy cunt. Her clit stuck out like a sore thumb. Shelly rubbed it with the butt of her palm. Kayla came instantly. Shelly had never seen anyone cum so fast. It felt as if Kayla was letting out all her emotions. She threw her arms around Shelly's shoulders and trembled like a leaf. Shelly lunged for Kayla's neck. She sniffed, licked and lightly grazed with her teeth. Kayla gasped. Shelly sucked harder. Her right hand pawed her sister's rising chest. Kayla clamped her eyes shut. She moaned recklessly. Her nipples throbbed.Shelly set a finger over Kayla's lips and made a quiet shushing sound. She slowly descended to her knees. She prompted Kayla to lift up one leg. Kayla slung it over Shelly's shoulder. Shelly leaned in. She pressed her lips flush against the dewy crease and barely licked it with her tongue."Huhhh!" Kayla gasped, from the slightest contact. Shelly took this as a good sign. Her tongue skimmed over the sheer nylon surface, gliding over her sister's clit in gentle arabesques. She loved how the pantyhose teased the tip of her tongue. She wanted to rip them open and drive her tongue deep in that warm oozing slit, but Kayla's pantyhose forced her to wait. Instead, she contented herself by sucking her sister's juices through the sticky gauze.With one good suck on Kayla's clit, her sister was wracked her by another orgasm. Both hands smacked against the walls of the narrow stall. Her hips lurched. She grunted hard. Her cunt smothered her sister's greedy mouth.Shelly knew that Kayla hadn't been fucked in months. She also knew that her sister wasn't the type to masturbate. For once, she wanted Kayla to feel a real orgasm. She wanted her sister to release all the feelings she had kept bottled up for so long."I think it's happening again," Kayla warned as her legs wavered uncontrollably.Shelly would never have guessed that her sister was so orgasmic. The river flowing from Kayla's cunt was just endless.With no explanation, Shelly quickly stood up, spun Kayla around and made her squat on the open toilet seat. She turned, faced the door and straddled her sister's legs, bending over so her hose-covered ass loomed before Kayla's face. As Kayla leaned back, Shelly held her sister's silk-laden thighs and spread them far apart. She lovingly swept her hands along those soft heavenly pantyhose, purposely lingering over her sister's spongy cunt. She urgently slid her fingers under the waistband and wondrously ran her fingers over the slushy wetness.Shelly moaned as she felt Kayla's soothing hands gingerly brushing down her legs. Her touch was so patient, carefully searching out every curve. Shelly instantly thought of Jonathan and his slow meticulous hands. As much as Kayla clearly enjoyed wearing pantyhose, feeling them on her sister was obviously even more exciting. Suddenly, Shelly felt Kayla's hands sliding up under her skirt. Her sister took firm hold of her ass and gave it a good squeeze that made Shelly's pussy tingle.Shelly hooked her middle finger into Kayla's dripping slot. She curled it from the inside and jiggled it back and forth against her sister's G-spot. She watched as Kayla's cranberry toenails curled against the soles of her new sandals. She then whispered a cryptic warning."Try to relax," Shelly said. "If it feels like you have to pee, just let it go. Okay?""Uh huh," Kayla answered, half-listening as she panted and squirmed against the cold plastic basin.Shelly wedged in her ring finger. Kayla's pussy was tight as a glove, no doubt from lack of use. Still, all the moisture made it easy to slide in a second finger. Shelly could feel the walls stretch to receive them. She slowly pumped them in and out of that virgin-tight snatch. The seamless pantyhose made it easy for her to pump as hard as she wanted. The stretchy nylon offered little resistance. Shelly jostled in and out faster and harder. She whimpered when Kayla found her clit and started rubbing it too. Her sister's fingers zeroed in and rapidly began to vibrate. Shelly's clit throbbed from the sudden friction against her silky pantyhose. Still, she focused on rubbing Kayla's G-spot. Her fingers rooted like a plunger. Kayla's legs kicked out and wheeled around ecstatically. Her moans echoed through the private chamber. Shelly's stabbing fingers turned those moans into screams."Hhhuhhhhh! Ohhhh!! Huhh! Huhh! Huhh! Ohhh my God! Ohh my God! What's happening! Ohhh! Ohh Shelly! Your fingers! Ohhh God!! Ahhh!! Ahhhhh!!!"Kayla screeched and squealed. Shelly kept her fingers plunging in and out of that sloppy cunt. Kayla made a sound between sobbing and wailing that told Shelly it was time. The dam burst. Kayla squirted in her pantyhose. Shelly finger-fucked her sister's pussy with all her strength. Warm gushes of watery girl-cum sprayed out of Kayla's slit, leaving her pantyhose drenched. Shelly tickled that sensitive G-spot and kept the juices flowing until Kayla's river had completely run dry. Kayla's feet fell to the floor. She slumped over the toilet in an exhausted heap. Shelly carefully maneuvered herself the other way and then helped her weary sister to her feet.The glazed looked in her sister's teary eyes told Shelly that Kayla had no idea what she had just done to her. Of course, Shelly was more than ready to take her back home and demonstrate it again, as often as needed. "We'd better get out of here before we get arrested," Shelly said.Kayla could barely focus her dizzy eyes. "Okay," she whispered, trying to catch her breath. "God, Shelly...what did you...I've never...what was that?"Shelly silenced her with a passionate kiss. "Shhh," she said. "Not here. Let's get you home."Kayla pulled her in for another kiss. Shelly couldn't resist. Their tongues foraged in each other's mouths for several exhilarating seconds. Shelly raised her wet fingers and slipped them between Kayla's lips. Kayla suckled them before she considered where they'd been. "Good girl," Shelly said. "A good slut should love the taste of her own pussy."Kayla's eyes instantly opened. Shelly's cum-tainted fingers clung to her bottom lip. Kayla paused for a second, then flashed a dirty smile. Shelly watched as Kayla's wicked tongue swirled around the tip of her gooey finger. A slut was born. As they started to make a discrete exit, the door of the ladies room noisily blew open. Two gossiping teenage girls loudly entered. Kayla raised her eyebrows in distress. Shelly undid the latch, then turned back and smiled, ignoring her sister's obvious concern. She took Kayla by the hand, pulled the door open and calmly led her to the nearest sink. "I needed that so bad," Shelly said, with an exaggerated sigh of relief. She leaned over and kissed Kayla on the lips. The two girls stared with their mouths sagging open.Shelly pulled out a stick of lipstick, faced the mirror and gave herself a quick touch-up. "Come on, Kay," she said. "These girls look anxious to get started. Let's give them some privacy."Shelly again held Kayla's hand and together they pleasantly skipped out. As the girls followed them with their gaping eyes, Kayla turned back, smiled and said, "It's all yours, ladies. Don't hurt yourselves."Once they were outside, Shelly and Kayla flopped on a wooden bench and instantly giggled like teenagers themselves. "Oh, my God," Shelly said, laughing. "That was hysterical.""I know," Kayla said. "The look on their faces was priceless.""You really handled yourself well in there," Shelly said. "I thought you might panic when I kissed you, but you didn't even flinch. I don't know what possessed you to say that last thing, but it almost killed me." "What can I say?" Kayla said. "I'm a whole new woman now. Anything's possible.""You know, I'm really starting to believe that," Shelly said, checking the time. "It's almost five. What do you say we get the car, head to your house and finish warming you up for your big night?" "Mmmm," Kayla said. "Yes, I think we should definitely go get the car. I'd like to spend a little more time flirting with that cute valet of yours. Shelly smiled. "Charming little devil, isn't he?" "I'll say," Kayla answered, mimicking his cool seductive voice. "'I love your eyes. They remind me of the ocean.'" She giggled. "God, I could just eat him up.""Oooh," Shelly said. "Now that's the best idea you've had all day. I haven't had my protein fix yet.""Your what?""Protein," Shelly repeated. "You know how you're always asking me how I keep my hair and skin looking so young and healthy?""Yeah," Kayla said. "You told me you were on some special diet.""I am," Shelly said. "I swallow at least once a day.""Swallow what?""Cum."Kayla frowned. "You mean semen?""That's my secret," Shelly explained. "It's incredibly high in protein." "So," Kayla asked, straining to make this somehow sink in. "You're telling me that you actually plan this into your diet everyday?""It works too," Shelly said, nodding emphatically. "Not only does it help me maintain my appearance, it raises my energy, my metabolism and my sex drive.""God," Kayla whispered. "So, it helps you control your weight?""I'm still a perfect size six." Shelly smiled."So what does it taste like?""You've never tried it?"Kayla grimaced. "Never.""Okay, then," Shelly said, rising to her feet. "I think it's time for your first sample. And I'm sure you can guess where we can get some for you.""Tony," Kayla whispered, with a curious smile.Shelly fluttered her pretty lashes and whispered back, "Are you ready for a little treat?"Kayla slowly uncrossed her legs, rose from her seat and stood with a confidence that seemed to rise up from her sexy new shoes. "I'm ready," Kayla said in bold tone. "I just hope his treat isn't too little."* * * * * * * * * * * *Shelly and Kayla exited the mall looking more like sisters than they ever had before. Even with all the new attention Kayla was suddenly receiving from all the men passing by, it was Shelly who seemed to have the most trouble tearing her eyes away. Kayla barely seemed like the same woman. Her smoldering blue-green eyes openly invited men to stare. She never looked away. She playfully smiled back and kept right on walking, with her shoulders back and her head held high. Her frisky new hair was light, bouncy and glowed like bronze. Her moist fleshy lips made Shelly want to grab her and suck off what little was left of her candy red lipstick. Her invigorated breasts sprang with new buoyancy, rising up from under her tight red top. Her generous hips bowed under her snug miniskirt, switching with every rhythmic step. Her liberated legs were finally exposed to the fresh autumn breeze that kissed her through the sheerness of her thin pantyhose. The gauzy nylon made her precious feet look scrumptious, as her brand new sandals temptingly revealed her sexy cranberry toenails. As Shelly examined her sister from head to toe, her eyes sparkled with more than just pride at her own stunning achievement. What Shelly saw in Kayla was something that she deeply believed had been there all along. Tony waited outside, leaning against Shelly's convertible with his arms folded casually. His red vest had been replaced by a white muscle shirt, with baggy jeans and black low-tops. The car had been waxed and buffed to a high shine. Shelly was impressed with his effort, but now she had another job in mind."So what do you think?" Shelly said, gesturing toward her new and improved older sister.Tony squinted in Kayla's direction. He hardly recognized her."Wow!" he finally said, as his eyes flashed open."Thank you," Kayla answered, with a smile. "That's the nicest thing a guy has said to me in a long time."Tony just kept staring and shaking his head. "God damn," he said. "You look...I can't even think of a word. All I can say is...Wow!""Wow is good," Kayla said. "I like wow. But I can't take much credit. It was all Shelly's idea."Shelly shrugged. "All I did was bring out what she already had.""Well, you sure as hell did that," Tony said. "Seriously, Mrs. H, are all the women in your family this hot?"Shelly giggled. "We've been lucky so far," she said. "You did a really great job on the car, by the way. It's looks brand new.""Don't I always deliver," Tony said."Yes," Shelly said. "Every time. And while I hate to keep asking you for favors, there's just one other thing that we're really hoping you can help us with.""Name it.""Well," Shelly explained. "We sort of need you to, umm...make a donation, so to speak.""A donation?" Tony frowned. "Mrs. H, you know I think you're the greatest, but I don't carry much extra cash. I pretty much live on my tips.""I don't think you understand," Shelly said. "Is there somewhere around here where we can be alone?""Alone?" Tony said. "You mean, the three of us?""That's right," Shelly said. "I'd rather explain this in private.""Okay," Tony said. "There's a utility room down in the basement that the janitors let us use to, well...you know. Anyway, I've got my own key. It's a little messy, but no one will bother us.""That's perfect," Shelly said. "Where can we leave the car?""We can just take it with us," Tony said. "We'll have to drive over to the south entrance. There should be plenty of parking over there.""Okay," Shelly said. "Why don't you drive. You've got the keys anyway.""Sure," Tony said, as the three of them hopped in the car and sped off to the other side of the mall. The utility room was just a short walk from the car. Tony led them across the loading dock, then down a short flight of stairs. They followed him through a dimly lit hallway under the mall itself. He stopped and unlocked a door just beside a large freight elevator.As the door opened, Shelly was hit by the smell of ammonia, or maybe turpentine. She couldn't tell for sure. The room was full of dirty mops, grimy buckets and half-empty paint cans. "God," Kayla said, crinkling her nose. "It smells like pot in here.""We like to smoke in here," Tony confessed. "Helps the girls relax. I might have a joint left, if you need a toke," he said, fishing into his deep pockets."Pull out your cock," Shelly said directly."What?" Tony said, staring blankly."Your cock," Shelly repeated. "Show it to us.""I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," Tony answered.Shelly quirked her eyebrow, then casually went from left to right, peeling down her loose spaghetti straps. Her flimsy top weightlessly slipped off her chest. Her jaw-dropping tits lunged toward Tony's gawking face."Yes," Shelly said, squeezing them as proof. "They're real." "No shit," Tony said, licking his lips. "They look even better than I imagined.""And just how often do you like to...imagine?""At least twice a day," Tony said."Have you done it in here?"Tony nodded. "Couple times.""Show us how."Tony glanced over at Kayla. "Is this for real?"Kayla smiled. She stepped over and rubbed her palm against the bulge in his pants."Feels pretty real to me," she whispered.Tony shuddered. "God, I can't believe this," he gasped.Kayla kissed his mouth. "Just relax, sweetheart. We don't want you to get overexcited.""It's too late for that," Tony said, with a nervous laugh. "I don't think I've ever been this excited.""Kayla," Shelly whispered, rubbing her nipples, as she watched from a short distance. "Pull down his zipper."Kayla glanced back at Shelly, nodded twice and then slowly opened his fly."Now reach in and pull out his cock."Kayla followed orders. The head popped right out. It was fat, stubby and a light shade of brown. The shaft angled up, long and hard. Shelly couldn't see his balls, but she imagined they were quite full."Feels like rigor mortis," Kayla said, as her elegant fingers folded around his throbbing rod. "Do you always get this hard?"Tony rapidly shook his head. "Uh, no," he stammered. "This is a first.""Well, that's good, then," Kayla told him. "This is kind of a first for me, too. The reason we wanted to be alone with you is because I need you to give me something I've never had before."Tony inhaled. "You mean an orgasm?"Kayla smiled. "God, you're a doll," she answered. "But no, not that.""Then, I don't get it," he said. "What else could I give you that you've never had?"Kayla paused. She turned back to Shelly, who dipped her head in quiet encouragement.Kayla looked back at Tony. Her fingers lightly stroked up and down."I've never swallowed before," Kayla whispered. "I need you to cum in my mouth.""No way," Tony replied. "I can never get girls to do that.""Never send a girl to do a woman's job," Shelly replied."So," Tony wondered. "Are you going to take turns, or what?""Oh," Shelly said, frowning at the thought. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. We didn't come here to suck your cock. We're both married women. That wouldn't be right. Kayla just needs to taste your cum so she can do a better job on her husband.""Her husband?" Tony repeated. "Oh, come on, Mrs. H. You can't do this. I was all excited. Now, you're telling me...what are you telling me?""I'm saying that we'll show you ours, if you show us yours," she calmly answered. "Then, whenever you're ready, Kayla will kneel down and let you make your deposit."Kayla gave Shelly an uncertain glance. Shelly blinked back impassively."That's the deal," Shelly said, looking back at Tony. "Either way, you'll still have a great story that you can tell your kids."Tony sighed. Shelly wriggled her index finger at Kayla. Her sister slowly came over. Shelly kept one eye on Tony, as she grabbed her sister and gave her a deep, steamy tongue kiss. Tony flipped out."What the fuck!" he shouted. "She's your...Oh, my God! That's your fucking sister!""I know who she is," Shelly said, as their lips came unglued. "And we've done a lot more than that."Tony quickly took hold of his cock and deliberately stroked. "Don't stop," he begged.Shelly watched as his tight fist slid up and down the brawny shaft. She guided Kayla's head down to her naked breasts. Kayla took one nipple between her lips. Shelly moaned. Kayla licked it softly. She clearly was in no hurry. Her tongue slowly glided around her sister's pink areola. Soft wet circles got harder and faster until Shelly's nipple ached from the pleasure. Then, Kayla bit down."Hahhh," Shelly gasped. "Oh, yes! Bite it. Bite my nipple. Mmmmm fuck!"Kayla snagged it and tugged, pinching the other nipple between her fingers. When that one looked hard enough, she sucked it right up in her mouth. Shelly howled. She watched Tony busily jerking himself off just a few feet away. "Does it feel good?" he asked impulsively."Mmmmm yessss," Shelly whispered. "Feels so good. God, Kayla, your mouth is incredible. I knew you could do this. I just knew it."Kayla sprang up and swooped in on Shelly's lips. Shelly could feel her breath being sucked out by her sister's urgent mouth. Their faces twisted and turned in a furious effort to feed on one and other. Kayla fondled Shelly's tits. Shelly slid her hands between Kayla's legs. The moisture was still there, as Shelly rubbed her hot pussy through those soggy pantyhose."Ohh God!" Kayla said, the moment Shelly's fingers brushed over her clit. "I don't know what it is. When you touch me like that...I can't describe it.""That's what sisters are for," Shelly said. "Do you think we should show Tony what I did to you in the ladies room?"Kayla nodded quickly. Shelly pushed her against the grungy wall, then yanked her skirt down to the dusty floor. Any thought of ruining her new clothes was completely forgotten. Clearly, her slutty outfit had already served its purpose."Spread your legs," Shelly told her, as she hooked her thumbs into Kayla's pantyhose and partially slid them down. Shelly knelt on the dirty floor, poising herself between her sister's lewdly splayed thighs. She couldn't see Tony, but she could hear him breathing, as she watched Kayla study him with silent appreciation."Oh yeah, Mrs. H," Tony urged. "Lick that pink pussy."Shelly hadn't plan to, but the lurid thought sent her tongue trailing over Kayla's damp slit."Ahhhhhh," Kayla whimpered. "Mmmm, yeah. Lick me right there.""Do what?" Shelly asked, gazing upward."Lick my cunt," Kayla answered properly. "Tongue fuck me hard!"Shelly hastily complied. Kayla groaned. Shelly drilled her tongue in that steamy box and poked it in and out like a hot sewing needle. Kayla could find nothing else to grab except Shelly's hair. Shelly mewled as Kayla snatched two handfuls and jerked them with each thrust of her jolting hips. "Oh, man, I can't take this," Tony said, starting to drool. "I'm ready to cum right now.""No, don't," Kayla pleaded. "Not until we tell you. Just keeping stroking your cock. I want you to shoot as much cum as you can."Shelly couldn't believe her ears. "Mmmm, yes," she whispered proudly. "Now that's how a slut should beg."Kayla looked down and smiled at her sister. "Before I let Tony cum in my mouth," she whispered. "I think I should cum in yours.""Give me your hand," Shelly said. Kayla promptly brought it forward. Shelly curled the third and fourth finger so they bent back against her palm. "I want you to slide these fingers in your pussy and keep them just like that."Kayla inserted them on command. Shelly could hear the squish. She looked up and saw Kayla's eyes already bulging with untold bliss."Now," Shelly continued. "You should feel a firm ridge against the front wall of your pussy." Kayla nodded. "Uh huh!""Wiggle your fingers back and forth." Doing this made Kayla gasp out loud. Her knees buckled. Shelly could see how easy this was going to be."Faster," she ordered. "Fuck yourself hard."Kayla had already started. The sound of her fingers squelching in and out was all anyone could hear in that cold, dingy room. Shelly leaned her face right under Kayla's runny sleeve. Her hands settled on the smooth pantyhose covering her sister's trembling knees. "Harder," Shelly insisted. "Make yourself cum.""Ohhh gaawwddd!" Kayla screamed. Her fingers were a blur. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Ohhh ahhh huhhhh yeahhh unnnggahhhh hmmmmyeahhhh ohhhh fffuucckkkk!!!""Yes, honey," Shelly cried. "Let it out. Let it all out. C'mon. Let me taste you!""Ahhhhhh!!!" Kayla erupted. "I'm cummeeeeeeeennnggg!!!"Shelly opened her mouth. Warm sprinkles of golden rain showered her outstretched tongue. The hot juices missing her waiting mouth thrillingly splashed all over her beaming face. Shelly savored the rich bouquet. She hungrily slid her ecstatic tongue over her sticky lips, cleaning off every bit of that decadent flavor. Her sister's cum could not have tasted more delicious. Before Shelly even thought to ask, she was already sucking on Kayla's greasy fingers. Kayla had seen that empty mouth and stuffed her fingers right in. Shelly was beside herself. She could only imagine how their lives would soon change when Kayla got involved with her, Greg and the kids."That's it," Tony signaled. "I can't take anymore. I need to cum right now!"Shelly could not have predicted what happened next. Kayla practically shoved her out of the way, as she dove to the floor and crammed Tony's cock in her mouth."Hmmmpphhhh," Kayla moaned, with her lips locked around Tony's pole. "Ohhhh ssshhhit!" Tony swore, with his hand falling on Kayla's head.Shelly wasn't sure how many blowjobs Kayla had given before. Yet, she looked on with astonishment at what appeared to be an incredibly natural talent.Kayla sucked like she was forcing ice cream up through a straw. Her cheeks hollowed as her head rollicked back and forth with abandon. She didn't seem to mind when Tony grabbed her head, pumping his hips in perfect rhythm with her noisy gulps."Suck it, Kay," Shelly called out like the cheerleader she was. "Suck that cock!""Mmmppphhh," Kayla answered, unable or unwilling to let go. Shelly guessed the latter."Oh, you nasty little bitch," Tony growled. "Yeah, yeah, suck my fucking cock! I'm gonna cum in your mouth! You hear me? I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth!"Kayla gazed up with those ocean-blue eyes, nodding invitingly, as she cheerfully answered, "Mm hmm."Tony let out a loud cry. His head flew all the way back. His hand pressed against Kayla's head, but Shelly could tell there was no need. Kayla was eagerly sipping out his cream. The more he shot in her mouth, the bigger her eyes got as her cheeks filled with his scalding load. She raked her fingernails under his balls, which only made him groan louder and surely sent out yet another spurt. "Don't swallow yet," Shelly insisted. "Not until you show me first."Kayla turned toward Shelly with her cheeks all puffed out. She opened her mouth just a bit too fast, spilling some jizz that landed in her quick hand. Shelly promptly zoomed in and cleaned those fingers. Tony had some tasty sperm. Shelly was jealous.As Kayla open wide, Shelly could see the generous mouthful that Tony had unleashed. He certainly hadn't lied. He always delivered. His watery nut drowned Kayla's tongue in a foamy sea of messy white cum. Kayla bravely closed her mouth, shut her eyes, and then shivered as she forced all of it down her throat. Shelly gave her a round of applause."That's my girl," Shelly said, smiling with pride. "Now, who said I couldn't make you a slut in under six hours?""Miracles have been known to happen," Kayla said, wearing a satisfied smile of her own. "But I blame it all on the pantyhose."To be continued...Copyright@2003Filthy FictionSend comments to [email protected]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*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 23 |
dawn.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/47/dawn.txt | I lay back, my head on the pillow and let the hot blonde nuzzle my nuts. My legs were trembling with the thrills that were racing up and down my spine as her talented lips and tongue sped me toward my cum. The blonde's soft, wet lips kissed my sac, with tingling tongue action and then I felt her kissing and licking her way back up my shaft to my throbbing, drooling knob. I was confident that she would get there in time for my cum-squirt.My name is Harry. I am a handsome fucker, if I do say so myself. I stand 6 ft. 3, weigh 220. I am strong and in shape. My ladies say I have prick to spare.I have to be in shape for my job. I am the ram-rod of a string of strippers and whores and I have to be ready at all times to handle unruly customers and johns. And there are always some of those assholes. You know the kind; bastards that abuse the girls or after getting their jollies, threatening the girls to get their money back. Or try to temp my girls with drugs.The overall owner of our little 'Pussycat' enterprise is a rat bastard by the name of Tony Damaso. He is a prick; a real prick. He is married to a fox named Dawn, but he is always grabbing freebies from the girls. He treats me like shit. He treats the girls like shit also, keeping most of the money they earn on their backs or their knees, still using them for his own pleasure but always looking down on them. His condescending attitude was to make sure they knew he was doing them a favor by letting them work their pussy for him!I am second-in-command but that means exactly nothing. Not in money; not in respect. At least, not from Tony.The girls were a different matter. I found most of the girls and they all love Harry! Of course, before I agreed to let her join the organization, I sampled the goodies of every girl. We were high-class, first-class and I wanted nothing but the best. The girl not only had to be gorgeous, she had to put out one hell of a hot fuck!I often dip amongst the girls for my action. With the prick I'm packing, the girls really don't mind. If I have the scratch I pay them but, more often, because the girls appreciate the things I do for them and the respect I pay them, my whores will offer up a freebie to old Harry. We charged big bucks and the girls knew that ass-wipe Tony didn't always give Harry his due. But even though Tony didn't always give me what was rightfully coming to me, my girls look after old Harry. After all, I threw them a pretty nice fuck, fucking was their business and, trust me, my Pussycat girls knew their business.Right now, for instance, as I said, Lorie, a stacked blonde, was kissing my knob and slurping up cum-flow. Squirt, squirt, squirt my cum just kept pissing out in ropey spurts and Lorie, like her life depended on it, was sucking it down and making sexy noises and generally making me believe that drinking my cum was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. It was the reason she was one of the most high-priced and in-demand girls in the Pussycat stable.Every john likes to think he is special. You know, that if the girl met him at a bar or something that she would fuck him for nothing and the special whores could make him feel like that. No matter how many other guys they might have fucked that day! Lorie was just such a whore!Later, after she had licked up all my cream, we cuddled and Lorie enjoyed a cigarette. She leaned her head on my shoulder."Harry," she asked, dragging on her cigarette, "why don't you and I and some of the other girls go out on our own? We don't need Tony, the bastard." I snuggled her closer. This was not the first time we had this conversation."Sweet-ums," I said, squeezing one of the beauties on her chest, watching that nipple pop out, eliciting a whine from Lorie, "Tony, has some very dangerous people working for him. I'd like to live at least long enough for another one of your super suck-jobs!"She giggled, leaned over and breathed a big lungful of smoke onto my cock as she stroked it thoughtfully. She squeezed my prick right under the knob causing my piss-slot to open up and smile for her. Fuck-juice drooled out and she massaged it around my sensitive prick-head with her thumb, causing me to shiver."You know I love your cock-cream, Harry," she sighed, "How about an encore performance, right fucking now? Give Lorie what she likes!"I grinned. Her silky hands and hot breath on my rod had my nuts boiling with more cum for her!"Sure thing, hot-stuff," I chuckled, "Help yourself! You've got my motor running, now another oil-change, if you please, ma'am!"Lorie giggled and somehow her mouth became hotter on my cock!After she drank down another big mouthful of my cock-juice, we rested again. "Seriously, Harry, why don't you go and have a word with Dawn? I've talked to her. She doesn't think much more of that prick of a husband of hers than we do! And I know she'll like you, stud. You are just her type.""And just what type is that, doll?""From what I hear, she likes big, strong guys who can throw her the prick all day. That's you, Harry!""Yeah, sweetie, maybe, but rumor has it that she is also in love with money, of which I have none, remember, baby?""True, but if we can get rid of Tony, you'll have lots of bucks!"I rolled sweet Lorie over and prick-stabbed her right in her snuggly cooze! "Bucks for fucks!" I chuckled as I grabbed her lush ass-cheeks and pulled that creamy pussy right up to me, "That's our business, sweetie!" As I boned the dickens out of Lorie, I reflected that talking to Dawn Damaso might not be a bad idea. She was reputed to be smart. And beautiful. I arched my back, drilled deeper into Lorie and took another thrilling nut right in her boiling snatch. She whined and wiggled and her nails raked my back as she told me again and again how much she loved what I was doing to her. Man, she was one hell of a whore! And smart too.***The next afternoon, I drove up to Tony's house. I admired the mansion he lived in and parked my Chevy beside a BMW convertible which I presumed belonged to Dawn. I had made damn fucking sure Tony wasn't home. Right now, Lorie was balling his brains out and had promised that my conference with Dawn would not be disturbed. I knew the way Lorie slung her cunt around and I was sure Tony would not be leaving her soon! Not many men with enough money to afford the bill, could tear themselves away from that hell-cat!I rang the bell and a sexy maid answered. I told her who I was and said I wanted a word with Tony's wife.She made me wait while she went away, presumably to check with the mistress of the house. When she returned she said that Missy Damaso would see me. 'Shit,' I wondered, 'Should I feel honored?'As I was ushered into the living room of the mansion, I stood up a little taller at the sight of the woman lounging on the couch.She was a stunner! I'd heard Dawn Damaso was a foxy-looking dame, but that didn't nearly cover it. There are a lot of beautiful women in the world that one might not glance at twice, but this broad was in a class by herself. I don't know any other way to put it. She was just fucking sexy gorgeous! I know that sounds lame, but it's true. It would be hard not to look at her and not pop a rod.The first thing I noticed, as they were stretched out on the couch, was tantalizing glimpses of long, sun-kissed, luscious legs. Dawn had on a silky negligee and the filmy silk was thrown carelessly over those legs for an exciting, sexy effect. It was easy to imagine what a thrill it would be, throwing those legs over my shoulders.The silk of the negligee bulged out enticingly around her ass as my eyeballs continued their pleasant walk up Dawn Damaso's hot body. She narrowed in nicely at her waist and from what I could see through the negligee she had a nice flat tummy. There was a dark ring of black material by her breasts, hiding her nipples, but that in no way concealed the generous mounds of tit-flesh. The whole negligee was tied by her neck with a red ribbon and I could easily see that if she stood and a guy, say me, was to untie that ribbon, the whole silky negligee would kiss that luscious body all over as it slid to the floor.But it was more than just her beauty. Before Tony had plucked her to be lady of the manor, it was said Dawn Damaso, Pussycat whore, threw out one hot, honey of a fuck! My trained eye for bedroom talent could easily see that it was true. She had the same complete self-confidence; the same way of looking at a man, promising naughty treats to come, as did Lorie, my #1 whore, whom I had balled into the wee hours of the morning.Dawn gazed up at me now with her pink-glossed lips parted and shiny and wet. She had a sultry look about her and a way of looking me over that told me that I was being appraised and judged, not just for my look, but for indications that I had the bedroom skills that might make me worth some of her time.I smiled confidently and boldly adjusted my swelling prick. I knew I measured up!"So you're Harry." Dawn said, taking a Virginia Slim from a case on the table beside her, "I've heard a lot about you."As she slid the cigarette between those sexy lips I made like a gentleman and clicked my lighter for her."Good or bad?"Dawn leaned forward slightly, causing the negligee to part a little, giving me a bone-stirring glimpse of her monster left boob, as she took the light I offered her.She dragged hard, "What do you think? Sit, Harry."I watched Dawn's generous chest heave as she filled her lungs and then blew smoke right at me. The casual way she did it announced that she did not care if it bothered me and that she was in charge here. This was Dawn's castle. She was queen. She was used to men worshipping at her feet and kissing her ass for a chance at a piece. But, behind her sexy look I could tell she was shrewdly appraising me, beyond my potential as a sack-mate! I had to play my cards right.I sat."What is it you wanted to see me about, Harry?"I leaned forward. "I just wanted to apprise you of a few facts, Dawn. I'm getting a little tired of doing all the work and your husband taking all the money. I'm thinking it's time for Harry to step up a little in the world."Dawn gazed at me, coolly, as she dragged deeply on her cigarette, then she said, "It seems to me, Harry, for you to step up, the only place you have to step is right on my husband."I nodded. "If that is what it takes. Would that bother you?"Dawn smiled slightly and blew more smoke at me. "Not necessarily, Harry. I think you should pour us a drink. I want to hear more."As I stood up, I could feel Dawn's eyes roaming up and down my frame. I went behind the bar and poured us each a scotch without asking her what she wanted.I placed her drink just out of her reach on the table beside the couch, so she would have to lean forward to take it. I grinned at her.Dawn smiled right back at me and deliberately leaned for her drink causing her silky negligee to part more, exposing more titty for Harry. She knew it, but said nothing, just carefully watched my eyes."Not very polite, Harry," she said as she sipped the scotch, "not even asking me what I want. And I'm used to getting what I want!""But only what I want!" she added.The implication was that you should feel very lucky if you happened to be one of the things Dawn Damaso wanted! I judged her to be only interested in a very select group of rich, take-charge men. I wasn't rich but I figured I should show her how I could take charge of a situation."I didn't come here to ask you anything, Dawn. I came here, as a courtesy, to tell you certain things."Her eyes were watching mine as she leaned forward again to sit down her drink and pick up her cigarette from the ash tray. Both her tasty-looking nipples were now peeking out at me! Dawn must be having hot thoughts, like me, as I could see those nipples stretching and starting to harden and poke out at me! My mouth was watering to get on them. She fucking knew it, the bitch, watching my eyes and smiling. I took a long slug of my scotch, trying to be nonchalant, trying to ignore my throbbing cock.Dawn seemed totally oblivious to the fact that her knockers were now mostly bare, as she leaned back, exposing even more of those first-class boobs and exhaled smoke at the ceiling, "Well then, Harry," she said in a throaty voice, "Tell me interesting things."I took a sip of my drink. "I'm taking over Pussycats. The girls are mine and your husband is through taking all the money. What do you think of that, Dawn?"She laughed. "Do you think you are the first guy to sit there and tell me that? And you might have noticed that they are no longer around. Do you think you are tough enough, Harry? Do you have a plan? Tony won't go easily. He isn't the smartest guy I ever met or the best guy in the bedroom, but he has some tough guys working for him and he is not going to just hand things over. No way can you do it without my help."I stood up, knowing my tight pants would out-line my package and I watched Dawn's eyes this time. "I guess we'll see if I am tough enough. And I don't need anyone."Dawn shrugged, causing her big guns to jiggle enticingly. "I know lots of things, Harry. Useful things. But I'm not going to back a loser. Tony might be a bastard but, so far, he has been the winner. What about you? Are you a loser, Harry?" she teased.My palms were itching to grab her knockers and show her. "What would you want in return?"She gestured around the room. "I wouldn't want to lose all this. If I was to back you, Harry, you'd have to guarantee me that! I'd have to be sure. Are you the right man, Harry? Do we have a bargain?"I stood, strode over, reached deliberately down and untied the ribbon holding her negligee."You have tempting knockers, Dawn-baby." I told her.She chuckled, "Just how do they tempt you, lover? What do they make you want to do?""I want to squeeze them and bounce them and put them in my mouth!""Ooooh, big-man Harry! You're making me sizzle just thinking about it! You say you are out to destroy my husband. So why are you hesitating to throw a fuck into his wife? I can tell everything I need to know about a man by his performance between the sheets!"I grinned and reached down to fill my hands with Dawn's hot tits! Her arms went around my neck and pulled my lips to hers! Her lips were soft and sweet and warm. Our tongues tangled in some naughty, slippery games!I squeezed and juggled her firm tits and pinched the nipples making her squeal and chuckle. Then I gathered Dawn up in my arms. I heard silky sounds as the negligee slid from her body, when I lifted her, and remained draped on the couch. "O.K. sweet-stuff, - partner, - let's seal our bargain in bed!""You're pretty confident, Harry," she whispered, biting lightly at my lips, "I love that in a man!"One of my hands was cradling Dawn's smooth, naked back and my other hand was cuddling and squeezing the nicest ass-cheeks I had grabbed in a long time! Her lips remained glued to mine and, as experienced as I was, her hot tongue was teaching mine some new tricks as I carried her down the hall.I ripped my lips from hers. "Which room?" I asked."The spare room is there," she panted."Not good enough! I want his bed!" I kicked open the next door and something in the way her kiss got even hotter told me this was it. Ass-wipe Tony Damaso's bed. The bed he shared with his sex-pot wife that I had cuddled in my arms!I slung her on the bed.I stood beside the bed and, calmly as I could, undid my tie."You bastard," Dawn whispered, writhing, pussy leaking, naked on the bed, "Hurry up, stud! I'm on fire! I'm hot for your cock!"I chuckled, "Easy, doll!" My prick was throbbing, my balls were churning but I forced myself to take it slow. I hung my pants neatly over the back of the chair. "Lot's of time for Harry to take care of business!" Something told me it was important that I stay in control.When I got naked and joined her on the bed, Dawn slithered that hot body to me and rubbed it all over me. It was creamy and warm and her hands and lips were all over my body. "Harry-baby", -a kiss here -, "Harry-honey", - a suck there -, Oh Harry!" I threw my leg over her and pinned her back on the bed presenting my prick to her mouth. Dawn had left whoring to be Tony's wife before I had come along and now Lorie was #1 at Pussycats. But as Tony's wife's silky lips gobbled on my cock I decided that, - no offense Lorie, - if Dawn wanted to start tricking again Lorie would have to resign herself to #2. The dick-slides into her hot, wet mouth were indescribable.I let her lick and suck to her heart's content while I leaned back and had a hand squeezing cream from her wet crack.Dawn was whimpering and squirting and I slid down and rubbed my cock between her fine breasts. Taking my pecker in hand I decorated both her nipples with cock-drool.Then I continued sliding down her body until I was lined up with that oozing crack.She hugged me and kissed me and I rubbed my cock-head around in love-cream that was oozing out of her. She was so snug and her loving kisses on my knob had me swelled so big with fuck-lust, I had a hard time easing my pecker into Dawn.But, with lots of sexy whimpering from Dawn, her fat, wet pussy-lips spread to accommodate my prick. I pushed with my hips and she whined and wriggled and thrust back at me as a few inches of cock disappeared into her. Her hands were clawing at my back and her lips were hot on mine and then her luscious legs wrapped around my hips and squeezed urging me to fuck her to her depths!I teased her by pulling back slightly and she whined, "Oh, Harry! Stop fucking teasing and start fucking pleasing!"I chuckled. Her big tits rode high but I shoved them higher to my mouth. I pressed her pink, door-bell nipples with my tongue."O.K., sweetie-pie! Let's fuck with gusto!"Dawn groaned as I gave a mighty prick-stab and nine solid inches of cock slithered into her cooze! My ass became a spinning crank-shaft as I pistoned my pecker in and out of one of the creamiest, clingiest, hottest snatches I'd ever had the pleasure of fucking.And it was that prick Tony's wife that I was making howl with my fucking. That made the fucking all the better!I rammed-jammed it to her over and over and her pussy squirted and clutched at my prick bringing me, faster than normal, faster than I would have liked, to blasting my balls.As I fucked I thought, 'What a fucking whore she must have been! Guys would pay a fortune for a chance to bust their nuts in this doll!'My stinging nuts moved up tight. I sank deep to the hilt inside Dawn and stiffened. She moaned and kissed me and whimpered into my mouth how much my fuck-pokes were thrilling her. She caressed my head as my body trembled with the thrills of sending salvo after salvo of creamy cum into her.When I was done my goodies I pulled out of her, pecker dripping, and panting, I collapsed beside her. Dawn was panting and sweaty too and rested for a minute before reaching for a cigarette."Harry-boy," She dragged deeply as she lit her cigarette, trying to quit shivering. Did anyone ever tell you that you put out one hell of a first-class fuck?"I looked over at her and grinned. She looked damn sexy, lounging with her cigarette, still trembling from the warm cums I had fucked into her.I chuckled, "Glad you liked it there, partner. You throw a pretty mean fuck yourself. Pussycats could use another girl like you!"Dawn dragged on her cigarette and blew a stream of smoke over at me. "I've thought about it," she admitted. "But for every good fucking you get, you have to put up with a lot of duds. And ass-holes." She added slyly, "Like my husband.""What about your husband?" Tony's voice came from the doorway.Dawn looked over at her husband standing in the doorway, took another drag on her cigarette and said calmly, "Harry and I were just discussing ass-holes. How appropriate you should come in, Tony!"He didn't look at her but at me. "And what do you think of my wife, Harry?" That is when I noticed the gun in his hand!"Are you going to shoot me, Tony? Your wife's a hell of a piece, but you knew that, didn't you, Tony? How many times did you fuck her when she was whoring for you?"He smiled. "I'm not going to shoot you, Harry. I might shoot her later but, first, I think I'll just enjoy beating the crap out of you. You are my employee, Harry. Your pay does not include my wife."I stood, naked, and wondered if I could take him. Big as I was, Tony was bigger. But I was in better shape. I was out, every day, slugging, while he sat on his fat ass and got soft.Tony dropped the gun on the bed, stepped forward and swung a roundhouse right that connected with my gut and knocked the wind out of me.I doubled over and he brought his knee up and smashed it into my face.That's when I heard the shot. I straightened up, gasping for breath. Dawn Damaso was standing, holding her husband's smoking gun. He had a surprised expression on his face as he vainly tried to reach around his back for what had hurt him. Then with a thud he landed on his face on the floor."Fuck, Dawn, what the hell did you do?"She was calmly lighting a cigarette. "He came in here, wild, caught us in bed, and threatened us with this." She brandished the gun. "He hit me and started beating you. He dropped the gun, I grabbed it and shot him." She shrugged. "Simple.""You killed him," I gasped, "Nothing simple about that!"She smoked and laughed. "We're done with him, Harry. Pussycats is ours. And no jury will convict me. It was self-defense."I sat on the side of the bed and shook my aching head from when Tony had bashed his knee into it."I don't know, Dawn. What about the cops? You know what cops can be like."She laughed. "Yes I do, Harry. I know all the cops in this town from my hooking days. I bought most of them off by throwing them a hot fuck, just like the one I just gave you. Trust me, partner. It'll be all right."She sat beside me and put one arm around my shoulders. I was still struggling to get my breath. Her other hand reached and juggled my balls."Oh, poor Harry. Did my husband," she laughed, "that is, my now expired husband hurt you?""Fuck, Dawn, this is serious."She laughed and blew smoke, "Relax, I'm calling the cops myself."When she finished on the phone she came back to the bed. "They'll be here in twenty minutes. It'll take them that long to get out here from the city. How are you feeling, Harry?""Sore.""Then lay back, Harry. Let Dawn make you feel better while we wait for the cops."I lie back on the bed. My head was aching. My mind was whirling. Way off the distance I could hear cop sirens.But, suddenly, nothing mattered, not even my dead boss on the floor. I decided I couldn't lose here. I hadn't touched the gun. Dawn was one sweet fuck and I could do worse for a partner but if she got locked up for doing me a favor and shooting Tony, well, sorry Dawn, but Pussycats was just full of pussy for Harry! Either way, I was now head honcho of the classiest sex operation in town. So, feeling pretty pleased with myself, I tangled my hands in Dawn's silky hair and, with Dawn's drool wetting my prick, I grinned, lay back and enjoyed her blowing my nuts again!End |
aweekend2.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/68/aweekend2.txt | PART 2And as Elizabeth teased Greg unmercifully, I was out of my head reaming him and jacking his cock. I kept laughing, drunk with new-found power. I think I would have kept going until Greg shot his load, but luckily Elizabeth had a clearer head and she reminded me that it still wasn't time to let Greg cum."Remember Betsy, we may need him later," she said. Oh of course, what was I thinking? I definitely wasn't ready for Greg to be done for the night, no way. The night was just starting! So I eased my finger out of his ass and stopped jacking him. He let out a little cry and I could tell he wasn't happy to be stopped short once again."How many times has your beautiful wife gone to bed unsatisfied?" Elizabeth asked Greg as she slid off the bed allowing him to finally straighten his legs. "For years she's been frustrated because of you. I doubt very seriously you ever got her as close as she's gotten you tonight, but still you see how unpleasant it is to have things finish before you do, right? I hope this lesson stays with you, or we'll be back to make sure it sinks in, way down deep in every fiber of your being," Elizabeth leaned in close as she spoke to him and there was no doubt that he understood she was serious.Greg's eyes were glazed over and he was trying to catch his breath but he nodded to Elizabeth. I could already see that my hubby was changing. Could it be that this night was transforming him into the man I'd dreamed of, the man who would cherish me and treat me like a queen? I didn't dare let myself believe it. But the idea thrilled me.As if reading my mind, Elizabeth said: "Greg just needs some training. Soon he'll be able to stay hard all night for you and make sure that you are thoroughly satisfied. I've trained my Charlie well." And then, with a devilish look in her eye, she added: "Would you like to see something else he can do?" "Sure," I said, intrigued.Elizabeth motioned for Charlie to come over to where I was sitting on the side of the bed. He stood proudly before me.Elizabeth came over and sat down beside me the two of us staring at his huge cock. It wasn't really erect at all but even soft and relaxed, it was still so big! She winked at Charlie and told him: "Let's show Betsy -- oh and Greg too of course -- what you can do."And with that, she clapped her hands. All of a sudden Charlie's humungous cock went from semisoft to absolutely hard as a rock, pointing straight up in the air!I couldn't believe my eyes! Did that really happen? Did she just clap her hands and make him respond like that, immediately? I sat there staring, my mouth gaping in awe.Elizabeth clapped again and just as quickly Charlie's prick softened."No way!" I shouted. "That was amazing! Do it again! Do it again!" I was bouncing up and down on the bed."Why don't you try Betsy?" Elizabeth said playfully. "Just clap your hands and he'll make it hard for you.""Oh really?" I asked, thrilled and amazed. "You'd let me do that?""Of course," Elizabeth said. "It's fun. You should experience the thrill of having a man respond to your command.""Okay," I said, and my hands flew together with a loud clap.Sure enough Charlie became instantly hard again. I clapped again, not really wanting to see that beautiful erection go away, but still enthralled with this new game, and he became softer just as quickly. "Oh man," I told her. "This is unbelievable. I feel like royalty!" I clapped again and watched that big thing leap back to life. I looked over at Greg, who was also watching amazed. I knew he was burning with jealousy. But instead of feeling guilty, I was on fire. His passion only added to my erotic delight. I was showing my once-indifferent husband that men responded to me. That I was sexual and attractive, and that there was tremendous power throbbing in me that could make men respond.Elizabeth noticed the look that passed between Greg and I and, in her typical teasing way, she told me: "You can teach Greg how to do this too. Then whenever you're in the mood, you can just clap your hands and voila, he'll be hard and ready for you." She patted Charlie playfully on his sexy bare fanny and beamed at me. "These men are here to serve us," she said, "They're on this earth to make us happy and to keep us satisfied and always feeling adored." I must have clapped a dozen or more times and each time I got more and more excited. "I don't know why I'd ever want him to be soft," I told Elizabeth. "But I do so love being able to make him get hard the moment I want him to." I felt so powerful, so in control. I was aching to touch and taste his massive pole and to do it in front of Greg. I think I may have even leaned in towards him when Elizabeth interrupted. "Charlie," she commanded, "keep an eye on our bad boy here while I take Betsy into the powder room for some girl talk." Then to me, she said: "Follow me, we have so much to discuss without these boys listening in and why not enjoy a lovely bubble bath at the same time."On the way into the bathroom, she put her arm around me and, in a conspiratorial woman-to-woman way she said, "It's important for us to always be fresh and clean and sweet," she said. "The idea is that when your man kisses your ass or licks your pussy, he should definitely feel subservient, humbled and humiliated by the idea. But the actual experience should always be thrilling and exciting to him. So, I always make sure to keep this object of his desire nice and pristine. It makes me more confident and it keeps him addicted to me."She opened the bathroom door and I couldn't believe my eyes. The whole room was filled with lit candles and a huge bubble bath was already drawn and waiting."I had a feeling you'd want to freshen up so I had Charlie get the bath ready for us before you got here," Elizabeth said, slipping the shirt from my shoulders. She looked me up and down and maybe it was the look on her face or my new-found power, but I wasn't embarrassed at all. I actually liked the way she was looking at me. She made me feel so beautiful. I had never thought of another woman sexually before, but tonight was changing so many things for me. As she stood there smiling in such an approving way I couldn't help but feel wonderful."You have such a beautiful body, Betsy," she told me, and stepped closer to me. She eased me down into the delightful hot water and started kissing me again. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" she asked me."I can't believe I'm admitting this," I told her, "but everything about this night has been so hot! I absolutely loved watching Charlie spank Greg. Man! Those strong manly muscles delivering those masterful smacks The way he was handling him so easily. Wow, what a turn on! And then getting to ream Greg while I was jacking him was so much fun I didn't want to stop! And riding him around the house with you two walking behind me and watching, saying those terrific things about my body I've never done anything like this, or even thought about anything like this before. It's all so new to me. But I'm loving every minute of it!"I slid deeper down into the tub while Elizabeth took her clothes off. Her body was amazing! Once she was naked she stood there for a moment letting me soak her beauty in before joining me in the tub. She sat behind me and started soaping up my back and shoulders."This water is not quite as hot as I like it so I'm going to heat it up a bit," she said, and turned on the hand-held shower head. She set it down under the water in front of me. The water jets were aimed right at my pussy which I thought was just a happy coincidence until she whispered in my ear: "How's that? The water on your clit feels great doesn't it? I must admit that I often take long baths alone and keep it pressed right up against myself and keep it there for hours! While you are enjoying the pulsating water I'll finish soaping you up." And with that, she reached around the front of me and started lathering up my breasts.I leaned back against her, enjoying the incredible pampering."Tonight has been amazing," I whispered to her, "but I know it will never happen again. Greg is not the kind of guy who will do what I want or pamper me in any way. And once you guys are gone, it will be all over. So I don't want this night to end."Elizabeth laughed a reassuring laugh and brought her lips close to my ear. "There is so much you have to learn Betsy," she whispered. "These men are here to serve us. Believe me, Greg will be your faithful servant from this day forward. When I met Charlie, he was an even bigger lout than Greg. These men just need to be trained properly. Greg is already beginning to see the light. He has seen how desirable you are to others and it's making him realize just how much he desires you. He has also seen that you are extremely sexual. Pleasing you is something he knows he has to do from now on if he wants to keep you. He will be kneeling at your pussy worshipping it from now on, you mark my words. We won't leave until he's fully 'broken.' We'll make sure you're confident and that you know how to handle him if he does get out of line."She wrapped her long legs around me. And as she continued soaping me up, she kept inching the shower head closer and closer to my pussy. I closed my eyes and let the feeling wash over me and Elizabeth directed the water jets from my ass to my clit and back again. She continued doing this until I could barely catch my breath. "You are going to cum so many times tonight you won't be able to count. You need to make up for lost time, don't you?" she said, laughing in my ear. "I know you're thinking about Charlie aren't you?""Yes," I admitted, blushing, "How did you know?""You're imagining what it would feel like to have his huge cock thrusting inside of you, aren't you?"Am I that obvious?" I asked, laughing a little. "It's so-oo big and it stands up so nice! He's really awakened some hot fantasies in me, I admit.""Don't worry, you'll make those fantasies real before this night is out," she said. And just then an orgasm even more powerful than the last one crashed down and rolled over me like a wave as vivid images of fucking Charlie flooded my mind. We lay there, exhausted, for a while before Elizabeth asked me to stand up. "I want to finish soaping you up," she said, and, filling her hands with liquid soap she started lathering up my still pulsating pussy. It was almost more than I could bear and my legs felt like they might give out. But she held onto me as she knelt in front of me, moving from my pussy to my ass and back again."You are going to love the Pussy 'n' Ass game," she told me. "I promise it's going to be a game you'll play all the time. And Greg is going to love it too because he's going to know it makes you feel like a queen." Elizabeth rinsed off all the soap and wrapped a big bath towel around me as we stepped out of the tub. "When Greg sees Charlie fucking you with that big dick, turning you into a wild-animal woman, he's going to gain a new and deeper appreciation of you. He'll be your faithful puppy forever.I sighed with a sweet longing and a sort of hopelessness. "Oh Elizabeth," I told her. "I love these wonderful dreams. "But there's no way Greg is going to sit still and let Charlie fuck me. The idea is beyond thrilling but I know my husband and there's no way he's going to let another man touch me. He wanted to kill Charlie when he was just touching my feet. I mean, of course it would be great to satisfy this fantasy of mine, but I know better than to expect it.""Oh Betsy, you are so wrong!" Elizabeth laughed, stroking my hair. "For one thing, Charlie is a VERY strong man. I've seen him wrestle down and de-pants men twice Greg's size. I've watched him take them over his lap and spank their bare asses for disrespecting me (which was quite a turn on by the way). He can handle Greg. But more to the point, Greg is going to understand that you need variety. It's already started to happen. His eyes are opening to how incredibly sexual you are and he won't let himself risk losing you. He may not love it, but he won't stand in your way. He'll just be grateful that he's the one you'll come home to each night. He'll be so taken by you and enslaved to you, he'll even let you experiment with other men. "You can bring them home with you sometimes and let Greg watch -- or join in if you feel like it. Or you can have him fan you both, keeping you cool, or make him hold the video camera, or just have him jack his prick and be some extra eye candy for you while your lover fucks you. You can have them compete for you or watch them both jack off for you, there are sooo many fun ways to use them. And I just know you'll find your own favorites. Your days of being a one-man woman are over! There are just too many wonderful dicks out there to play with. And like I said before, you have some lost time to make up for!"The thought of being able to play with other men just because I felt like it was such a heady idea. Could Elizabeth be right? Would Greg ever go along with such a thing? Even though I'd never considered such freedom before, at that moment, I was actually feeling like I deserved it. Part of me didn't think that Greg would ever allow it to happen. But so much had already changed for me tonight, so I decided not to worry too much about tomorrow and just have fun right now.Elizabeth pulled out a lacy red teddy from her bag and handed it to me to put on, while she put on a black leather bustier with black thong panties and thigh high black boots. She looked amazing and we stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring ourselves. The teddy I was wearing just barely covered my ass and made my tits look fantastic! Elizabeth looked fierce. "Are you ready for more slave training?" she asked as she reached down and pulled a long leather whip out of her bag. I must have looked frightened because Elizabeth started to laugh at me and said, "Don't worry darling, this isn't for you. And if your hubby is smart, just the sight of it will suffice. Now, let's go out there and have some more fun. Remember, we are in charge and what we want, we get!"As we walked back into the bedroom both guys looked up at us with their mouths hanging open. It was so nice to be greeted that way. I was getting used to this feeling of being a desired goddess. Oh yes, I was loving every minute of it! They had both put their underpants back on. But I couldn't help but notice that both guys got instantly hard when we walked in. The front of those tight-fitting briefs didn't really hide much. The imprints of their penises were obvious. Of course with Charlie it would take a blind person not to notice. I could feel myself getting wet imagining that cock inside me. I wondered how long I'd have to wait."Charlie dear it's time to get Greg into position," Elizabeth said, uncurling the whip. She gave it a few cracks in the air. "Pants off boys," she said as she gave it another good crack.They both scrambled out of their jockeys and Charlie gave Greg a shove and pushed him back on the bed with his head up by the headboard. Charlie lay down on the other side of the bed facing the opposite way so his head was down by the foot of the bed.Elizabeth touched my arm and gently moved me into position. "Okay Betsy," she said, "Time for your first-ever game of Pussy 'n' Ass. It won't be the last! We're going to start with Charlie showing you how it's done, and I'll be showing Greg. Go ahead and climb on up and sit on Charlie's face, don't be shy, you're going to enjoy this!" Elizabeth slipped out of her thong and straddled Greg's face. I hesitated a moment, not really sure I should let myself indulge this wildness. But there he was, this powerful young stud, lying there, totally willing and at my command. "Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this," I said, laughing. And feeling a shiver of mischievous delight, I climbed onto the bed, knelt over Charlie's face and lowered myself down onto him with my bare ass touching his nose and my clit resting right over his chin. From this position Elizabeth and I were facing each other and she smiled at me and gave me a wink."Okay," she said, "as soon as I say "pussy" or "ass," you boys better get your tongues in place immediately and start working them. I don't want there to be even a microsecond's delay. I want you to go from one to the other so fast that there's no time in between. If you get lazy or just don't give it your all, you'll feel my whip. Do you understand Greg?" We heard a muffled noise but couldn't tell what he was saying since Elizabeth's ass was completely covering his face. Elizabeth and I started to laugh and she said, "I hope you're saying that you understand and that you're thrilled to be playing our game and that you'll be giving it your all. I'm going to assume that's exactly what you've said." And she winked at me again. We both laughed so hard I could barely catch my breath."Okay, one, two, three, Pussy," Elizabeth called out. Immediately I felt the tip of Charlie's tongue find my clit and start giving it quick little licks that sent shockwaves of delight all through my body. I knew instantly that she had trained him to a T. It felt like heaven. Then, seconds later, Elizabeth called out "ass" and Charlie's tongue darted to my asshole where he teased and tickled me. This went on for a good ten minutes with Elizabeth calling out the new position whenever she felt like it. A few times she warned Greg that he was getting behind but he must have been doing a good enough job because she never once had to use her whip. We were both moaning with pleasure. At one point, she let me call the words out, and it was even more thrilling feeling Charlie's tongue working over my most sensitive parts, knowing he was responding to my whims. My pace was different from Elizabeth's. She had called the changes quickly, making the guys switch fast every few seconds. But I made them spend more time in one place (sometimes keeping them licking our asses for a full minute, then calling "pussy" and making them spend another minute lapping our cunts. I kept getting bolder and bolder with my commands. I couldn't believe how I was taking charge. "Charlie," I said at one point, "the tip of your tongue feels wonderful, but I think I'd like to feel more of it. Use the flat of your tongue. Lick me like you would a delicious ice cream cone."And amazingly, he responded immediately. His huge tongue feel like a warm, wet sponge soothing my cunt and ass. But it was much, much better because there was a strong, sexy man attached to that sponge.We kept them at it for at least half an hour. For so much of the time, I'd had my head back and my eyes closed, reeling with the overwhelming pleasure that was sweeping through my body. But at one point, I felt like I was about to pass out from the sheer thrill of it. I leaned forward and opened my eyes. And there was that big, magnificent, fully erect dick of his sticking straight up in the air for me! I had been so caught up in how great it felt to be pleasured with his tongue, I hadn't noticed his enormous stiff prick had been right there in front of me the whole time. Suddenly I grabbed onto it, I just couldn't help it! I had to see what it felt like in my hands. It took both hands to get all the way around it and was all shiny with pre-cum. I started jacking it like crazy loving the feeling of power and total control.Elizabeth noticed what I was doing. She saw the look on my face and knew what was on my mind. "It's fantastic isn't it?" she asked me. "Go ahead and suck it Betsy, you know you want to!" Just then we both heard Greg's muffled voice trying to tell us to stop. "No talking with your mouth full Greg!" Elizabeth said and grinded her ass playfully deeper into his face, giggling. "I was just about to tell your wife what a good job you were doing, don't ruin it now." And both Elizabeth and I burst out laughing. "You know better than to deny your dear wife any pleasure she desires. From now on, it's all about her!"As I sucked away on Charlie's wonderful iron-rod I slid my arms around his waist and tickled his ass with my finger. My other hand held his proud, majestic balls and I squeezed them just a tiny bit. Not enough to hurt him, but hard enough to feel their stony hardness in my hand. I couldn't believe I was feeling this free.He responded by putting his strong arms around my bottom and began "making out" with my pussy, as though he were kissing my mouth with wild passion. We rolled over on our sides, still linked together in that wonderful 69. My head was bobbing faster and faster, slurping up his pre-cum and lubing his long thick shaft with my saliva like there was no tomorrow.He kept French kissing my pussy with absolute perfect timing and pressure. And for the third time that night, a thunderous, overwhelming orgasm surged through me just as another amazing "payload" of sperm exploded out of Charlie's brick-hard cock and shot down my throat.I gripped his balls just a little harder again, not enough to hurt him, but hard enough to make it feel like I was squeeeeeezing the cum out of them, up through that gigantic cock and into my mouth.And less than a second later, I heard Elizabeth's breathing start to get faster and heavier. She threw her head back and moaned, all the while, grinding her cunt harder into Greg's face. Then she began screaming with uncontrollable ecstasy. "Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Ahh! Ohh! Yess! Oh yesss! Pussy, Pussy, Pussy. Yeah keep it right there. Suck it. Keep sucking it for all you're worth. I'm cumming! I'm cummmming! Oh Good Boy! GOOOOD BOY!!!"To be continued? |
cowgirlr.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/23/cowgirlr.txt | This is the story of how I became involved - sexually - with my six-year-old stepdaughter. It wasn't planned. It wasn't contrived. It just happened. I hear you, adult male, six year old, yeah right. Well here's my story.It was my first marriage. Her second. She'd had a sheltered childhood that led into a sheltered teenage hood, and into a sheltered young woman hood. She finally broke away from her overly protective mother and domineering father by going to college.The break wasn't clean, though, because she was still living at home, but she now had reasons to stay out late. She met him at the home coming game. He was pre-law and she was pre-spouse. The courtship lasted long enough for her to get pregnant and then they married. He turned into a prick. Yeah I know, 'best part of a man', but we're talking figuratively here. Anyway, she couldn't really say when she first realized he was an asshole, but it wasn't long after they both said 'I do', and it was immediately after he hit her with the two and half quart sauce pan that she said "Oh, no you don't." He boarded the cross-town bus to the Tombs Lockup, and she boarded the cross-country bus to sunnier climes. That's where I came in.She had a two-year-old daughter and was managing a small apartment complex. I had a two-year-old degree and was managing a writing complex. I was supporting my 'career' by careening through LA traffic in a yellow cab. I worked nights mostly so I was around during the day. I used to offer her my assistance. You know, moving stuff, a little light plumbing (No! Not that kind!), a little light painting, a little yada, yada, yada.We became pretty good friends. We shared quite a few meals and quite a few glasses of wine. She would confide in me about the 'asshole-du-jour', and I would confide in how I had no sex life. I don't know when we fell in 'looooooove', but little Sam was four. Samantha was a great little kid. Cute as a button and smart as a whip (whatever that means). I asked her if she would, she said she could, and we both said we did. Everything went along fine, I got a day job at a small newspaper and did some free-lance for a music sheet. She gave up her managerial position and got a job buying stuff for a large retail chain. It was a big chain and she bought a lot of stuff. Between the two of us, we were doing pretty well. She talked me into giving up the paper work and going totally free lance. I was as happy as a clam (whatever that means).At the age of five, Sam or Samantha, if we must, developed a strange quirk. I told Leslie it was natural, but she said it was 'un'. It started one night, right before going to bed, Leslie went to check on Sam then came to get me. I knew something was wrong because her eyes were popping out of her head. She told me to hush and pulled me to the door leading to Sam's bedroom. She held a finger to her lips and slowly opened the door. It was dark in there and I couldn't see anything, but I could hear a slight creaking sound and I could hear Samantha mumbling. I thought she was dreaming, but as my eyes adjusted I could see Samantha clearly. Her little butt was in the air, she was face down, and she had her pillow between her legs. She was rocking back and forth on it. Leslie closed the door and pulled me into the kitchen. "My God!" She exclaimed, grabbing my shirtfront. "Did you see that?""Well, hon, I'm not really sure what I saw. What was I supposed to see?""Well, she, she...." Leslie stammered. "She, well, you saw!" "I saw a child rocking herself to sleep," I replied, but didn't know how much conviction there was in my voice. Apparently there was enough, because Leslie stopped fidgeting and said, "You think so?""Yeah, that's probably all it is. I don't really think she was humping the pillow."After I recovered from the punch on the arm, we both turned in and I thought that was the end of it. About a month later, Leslie's mother came to visit. I hadn't seen her since the wedding and was hoping that memory would last a lifetime. But no, she had to come refresh it. The second night she was there she insisted on checking on her granddaughter before calling it a night. You should have seen her face when she came back. She had a pale Irish complexion, but this was ashen. If this had been a horror flick, I would have been warming up the car two seconds later. She spent the rest of her stay piling on that Catholic guilt. Day after day. It was like watching Hercules cleaning out the Aegean stables. That pile of guilt became a mountain of shit, and it stank.She convinced Leslie to get rid of the pillow. I agreed, because I had a feeling the only other choice was female circumcision, and I've heard that ain't a pretty sight. Then she went out and bought her a big stuffed elephant to make up for the loss of her pillow. Man, was that a bad move. After Mama-Lou left, we were treated to the nightly vision of Sam humping this stuffed animal. There was something a little weird about that, but hey, it wasn't that nasty pillow.Things were moving along smoothly. The marriage seemed to be working well. The money was rolling in and then wham! We hit that wall called success. Let me tell you a little about Leslie. I remember when I first met her, I thought, "Brrrrrr!"But, I later realized that it was the after effects of a puritan upbringing. You could never joke around Leslie. Well maybe a knock-knock joke or the like, but sexual innuendoes and double entendres were received with a mute stare or ignored completely. I mean, how's a guy supposed to pick up a girl if he can't make her think he's a total chauvinist anyway? I never understood how she hooked up with those beer drinking, butt scratching, crotch adjusting Neanderthals. I know a lot of guys, from the apartment complex, who tried to hit on her and came away saying, "She must be a Lez!" But, she weren't. Quite the opposite. Leslie was a sexual organ. Her entire body, once you turned it on, exuded sex. It vibrated, it oozed, it glowed, it frightened the hell out of me sometimes.All it usually took for me to get her going was an open mouthed kiss and a little nipple action and from there it was all frenzy. She didn't care for oral sex. Mine or hers. She just wanted me to climb in the saddle and hold on. The bell would go off, she'd be out of the gate, and I'd be holding on for dear life hoping to hear someone yell, "eight seconds!"She had a dominant streak in bed. She also liked it doggy style. I usually had to grab a pillow and place it between her and the headboard or she'd have one hell of knot on her head in the morning, and she'd be wondering where it came from. She liked getting on top. And when she did, I felt that I was no longer there. Her eyes would be closed and she'd be pumping and jumping. She' d grab her breasts and squeeze, and pull, and twist, and pummel. She would often have bruises around her nipples. She was what all men dream about in a wife. A wanton slut. But, once you've got it, you realize that maybe it's more than you bargained for; just like the old saying.Her employer solved the problem. The same energy she had in bed, she had at work. She went up the corporate ladder so fast she had to be using Jacob's ladder. Within a year of getting the job as buyer she was promoted to head of purchasing for the western district. Luckily, the position didn't require us to move. But, she traveled a lot. She'd be gone a week at a time. She'd usually be home on weekends, but then those started disappearing too, which brings us to the crux of this story.The first time we knew Leslie would be away for the weekend, we spent a few days preparing Sam. She wasn't too happy with her mommy being gone so often and now she wouldn't be able to spend time with her on her non-school days. So, I promised her a trip to the zoo, and perhaps a movie, if we weren't too tired after getting monkey shit thrown at us.We usually didn't set an alarm on the weekends. One or the other of us would wind up getting up around eightish to check on Sam and make her breakfast. This was quite a switch from weekdays when we had three alarms going. Did I mention that Leslie is not a morning person. She had an alarm at her bedside which was set to when she had to get up. Then she had one on her vanity set for fifteen minutes later when she had to really get up. Then she had one inside the bathroom, set for fifteen minutes later than that for when she really, really had to get up.After she got the promotion, and was gone many a night, I got her interested in a little nookie on weekend mornings. Hey! A man's got to have his nookie. This is something we hadn't done before because of Sam, but if we made sure she had her toys or if she was watching a morning cartoon we would rip off a piece. This worked out fine until the morning when I felt this excruciating pain in my lower back, and the small child, who had just struck me with her toy vacuum cleaner, said, "Don't hurt, mommy!"Leslie had ushered her out of the bedroom and explained to her that we had just been fooling around. Well, two or three hours later when the paralysis eased I had gotten up to find a very chastised little kid. I told her it was okay and that the limp would probably go away in a matter of days, or at least a week or two. So a rule was laid down which stated that no one under the age of twenty-six was allowed in the bedroom on weekends. Non-school days to anyone who didn't know what a weekend was. So the stage is set. Mommy's out of town for the first time on a weekend and the child's head is filled with promises of wild animals and animal cartoons. I'd been awake for a few minutes and was trying to decide if I should get up and empty my bladder or just try to reach the toilet from my prone position when I heard the slow creak of the bedroom door opening. I glanced over and a large pair of blue eyes was looking through the partially opened door. I smiled and said, "It's okay! You can come in if mommy's not here."Well I should of set some stipulations because what happened next was this six-year-old child turned into a fair imitation of a GI storming Normandy. Sixty odd pounds of flesh and bones traversed twelve feet in the blink of an eye and now sat astride my ruptured spleen. I said, "Shit!" And Samantha pressed a hand to her mouth, opened her blue eyes wide, giggled, and said, "Daddy, you said the 'S' word!" She then bounced up and down on my stomach a few times and said, "Daddy, can we fool around?" She'd been calling me "Daddy" for a couple of years now.I said, "What?" Having been caught off guard by her choice of words and then remembered that Leslie had used that term the previous weekend when we had been caught in 'flagrente'. Her sitting on my bladder made me realize I hadn't gone to the bathroom so I pushed her further down. She bounced up and down a few times and I started to worry about ever fathering children again when she landed square on top of my piss hard-on. She rocked to and fro like kids do when they're playing horsy and she said, "Giddup, horsy." I said, "Whoa there, cowgirl." And was considering extricating myself so that I could attend to my morning duties.Suddenly, she stopped for a moment and I felt her make slight adjustments to her position and realized she was lined up square on my engorged cock. She made a couple of experimental forward and back motions and I saw a smile appear on her lips. My mind went into high gear and it yelled, "Do something quick!" And then it yelled, "Wait! Don't scare her! Move slowly!" But, by then it was too late. She was rubbing her little cunt along the length of my cock like a fifty-dollar lap dancer. My cock was pointing towards my belly button and she was rubbing on the tender underside. I hadn't had any in a week and it only took about four seconds for that good feeling to show up. Her little face was the perfect picture of concentration. Her eyes were unfocussed, she was chewing on her bottom lip, and a small frown creased her small forehead. "You've got to stop her," I said to myself. "Oh, but, you don't want to traumatize her," I then replied to myself. "You, moron," I added, "what trauma, just ask her to stop so you can take a leak."Suddenly the quiet was broken by a slight humming sound, and it wasn't coming out of me. I watched her face and realized it was coming out of her throat as though she were purring. Her tongue came out and licked around her entire mouth. I guess all that heavy breathing was drying her lips, and she was breathing heavy. She sat, rocking and going, "Hhmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm..."I was fascinated. Hard as rock and fascinated. Close to cumming into the sheets, hard as a rock, and fascinated. I hadn't dry fucked anyone since high school, but I didn't remember it feeling that good. I realized that I had my hands on her little hips and was helping her keep the tempo. My mind finally reached out and slapped me in the face and I was about to lift her off when her mouth formed a little 'O' and her eyes opened wide. The humming stopped short and she moaned a little, "ooh-ooh," and then collapsed on top of me. She snuggled her head into my chest and I thought she was going to sleep.I laid there stunned. My stepdaughter had just used me to get herself off. My little six-year old stepdaughter. I heard her tiny voice ask me something, but I couldn't make out what she said, so I said, "What?"She raised her head a little and asked, "What was that?""What was what, sweetie?" I asked, wondering if she was asking what an orgasm was and how was I going to explain that one."That thing in your pants?" She asked innocently. "Uhhh, that's daddy's pee-pee," I answered cautiously."It's was really big," She said. More a question that a statement. Leslie and I had tried not to force prudish conventions on her and she had seen both of us naked on occasions. It was hard for Leslie, but she was trying to break the tradition of inherited guilt.I coughed and said, "Well, daddy has to go pee-pee real bad, and when daddy has to go pee-pee real bad like that his pee-pee gets big." All that talk about pee-peeing sort of brought the necessity to the forefront and I wound up proving the statement by pulling the sheets off my naked body and letting my cock lead me to the bathroom. I noticed Sam's eyes had once again gotten rather large as she stared at my fast moving and swollen member. Well I stood in front of the urinal, but you know how hard taking a leak is when the wrong tube is opened up. I went back to the bathroom door and told Sam to go watch television and that 'daddy' would be taking a shower. Her gaze never left my cock and she muttered, "hunn-hunn."I walked into the glassed in shower stall and turned on the water. I grabbed the soap and started lathering up. A moment later, I felt a sudden release and let a torrent of urine flow down the drain. (Hey! Ladies! Remember, the definition of a sissy is someone who leaves the shower to take a leak. So, if your husband does, hmmm?)I let the golden shower mingle with the regular shower until nothing was left and then went back to scrubbing. I got down to my crotch and realized that my cock was still as hard as a broom handle. I hate to admit it, but visions of Sam ridding my cock kept popping up in my head. So I did the only possible thing I could think of and started stroking my meat. I kept applying soap to lessen the friction and I was having a grand old time. I felt my balls contract and that good old feeling started working up my shaft. I reached down with my free hand and gently fondled my balls. I arched my back and let a stream of cum splatter against one of the glass panels. Then another and another and another. When the last rope of cum had sprung from my loins, I opened my eyes to admire my handiwork and there was my cum oozing down the glass shower wall and right on the other side of that wall was Sam. Her eyes were wide and she stared at my cum as it slithered down the wall. I noticed that she had a hand shoved down into her pajamas and a tell tale motion indicated that she was working on round two. I thought she would stop when she realized I was watching, but she kept on looking between my cock and the slime it had spewed. I let the water drip off my body for a while then reached for a towel."I thought daddy asked you to go and watch some TV?" I asked."Your pee-pee isn't big anymore, daddy!" She replied."I told you it was only big because daddy needed to go pee-pee, and I did, so now its small again.""Unn hunh," she nodded. Her hand was still in her pants, but it wasn't moving around anymore. She placed a finger on the shower wall opposite of a large blob of cum that hadn't washed away. "Does that taste good, daddy?""Wha...?" I tried to say. My mind went into high gear. Where the hell did that question come from. I tried to remember if Leslie and I had had any oral sex, where Sam might have seen us, but like I said earlier, Leslie wasn't big on sucking cock and if she did she didn't swallow.I tried not to sound weirded out as I asked, "Why do you ask that, sweetheart?"Samantha looked up at me and immediately looked away. A blush crept up into her face and she half whispered, "It's supposed to be a secret."You can imagine the thoughts that went through my head. Was someone trying to get her to suck them off. Had they. Had she. I was standing there naked. The act of drying off totally forgotten."Who asked you to keep a secret, Samie?" I figured this would be a better approach than lifting her up and shouting, "have you been sucking cock!" into her face.She was still staring at the floor and there was a slight sway in her body as she mumbled, "Debbie."Debbie was her closest little friend. They had known each other since we had moved into this duplex. Her family lived a couple of doors down from us. She was also an only child. The husband was a warehouse manager for some food chain and the mother worked at an electronics assembly plant. We had little interaction other than watching each other's child and ferrying them to school and such. "When did Debbie tell you that that stuff tasted good?" I figured if I asked direct questions she would be more likely to provide me with pertinent answers."A long time ago," she answered, no longer whispering. She had turned to face me and I realized she was once again staring at my dangling prick. I wrapped the towel around myself and squatted down to her level. I smiled and continued my interrogation."Why did Debbie say that it tasted good?" "It's supposed to be a secret," she once again supplied.I thought for a second then a light went on. "Did Debbie tell you it was a secret or did someone tell Debbie it was a secret?"I thought I had lost her with that one. I could see her eyes focus on a distant point as she digested the question. She smiled suddenly having reached a conclusion. "It was Debbie's daddy. He told Debbie it was a secret.""Oh!" I nodded. Inside I said 'gotcha'. "So, Debbie didn't really ask you to keep a secret she just told you about one?"Sam frowned a little and said, "I guess.""So," I pressed on, "why did Debbie tell you that stuff tasted good.""Because her daddy told her." "Did Debbie say it tasted sweet?" I asked and then wondered where the hell I was going with these questions."Noooo!" Sam replied with a smirk. "Debbie didn't taste any. She just said her daddy said it tasted good.""Ohhhhh!" I replied accepting her correction. Where do I go from here I wondered and thought for a moment. Samantha was staring quizzically at me and I realized that my face must of given away some of my thoughts, so I stood up and walked into the bedroom. I grabbed a clean pair of pajama bottoms and we headed for the kitchen and some breakfast.We had been sitting there for a few minutes, crunching on our individual breakfast choices. Sugar Pops for her and Cheerios for me. I was trying to think of a way to resume our conversation without making her feel self-conscious. I needn't have worried because she did it for me. I guess she was as curious about the subject of cum as I was about how she had found out about it."Debbie's daddy does the same thing you do, daddy!" She informed me."Oh?" I asked, "he writes stories?"No, silly!" She giggled, knowing I was misleading her. "He plays with his pee pee.""He, does!" I intoned, trying to sound interested. "Hun-hun," she nodded, "but he plays with it in bed." She was on a roll now. She was looking at me, a drop of milk rested on her chin, spoon poised over her bowl."Debbie says that when her daddy's home alone with her, they go into her bed and he lets her play with his pee-pee. Debbie says that it gets big and hard, just like yours did. Debbie says that her daddy likes it when she plays with it. Debbie says that when she plays with it for a while that that stuff shoots out of it. Debbie says that one time it shot out and hit her in the eye. Debbie says she cried.""Debbie said that hunh?" I supplied, wondering if I wanted to hear more of what Debbie had said. But, I wasn't to be spared."Debbie says that her daddy wanted her to taste it, but she was scared it would hit her in the eye again so she just tasted a little bit that was on her hand.""I see, and she said that it tasted good?" I asked, never having known anyone who said that cum tasted good.Sam hesitated for a moment and then leant forward and stage whispered, "Debbie's daddy told her it tasted good, but Debbie said it tasted like medicine."I stifled a smile and whispered back, "I see."We both went back to our breakfast cereals and our separate thoughts. I didn't know what she was thinking about, but I was thinking about whether I should do something about Debbie's dad, which I found ironic having just this morning allowed my step daughter to rub herself to orgasm on my cock.It had been under the sheets and there had been no actual touching, but technically I was in trouble.I also wondered how long before Debbie found out about this secret.I had just taken a mouthful of little 'Os' when Sam asked."Daddy, can I play with your pee-pee next time?"Have you ever passed a toasted little O through your nose? I don't recommend it. I held my napkin to my mouth and tried to stem the spray. My eyes watered and it took a moment to regain my equilibrium. I looked at Sam. She sat stunned. A fine spray of milk drops were splattered across her face."Daddyyyyy!" She whined."I'm, I'm," I coughed and a little 'O' came hurtling up out of my lungs. "I'm sorry, sweetie. It just went down the wrong pipe," I wheezed. I reached over and wiped her face off with a clean napkin. I took her bowl and asked if she wanted more, but she said she was done. I was trying to ignore the question. I figured the near necessity of doing the Heimlich on her dad might have driven thoughts of cocks and cum out of her mind. But, of course, you know I was wrong."Daddy? Can I?""I don't think so, sweetie. That's not something daddies and their little girls do.""But, Debbie's daddy did it!" She whined."I know, honey. But he shouldn't. That's why he told Debbie it was a secret."Her eyes got bigger as she realized she had violated her little friend's trust."Daddy!" She cried. "You can't tell anybody!""I won't, sweetie." I said, hoping to alleviate her anxiety."Do you promise?" She asked.She had me now. She knew I felt that a promise to her was just as good as a promise to her mother. I had taught her that a promise was not something to give easily and that one should always keep her promises. I figured, 'what the heck. I'll promise this and figure out a way around it.""Not even to mommy?" She asked. Her arms were crossed and she had an eyebrow raised. She looked just like her mother.I said 'Damn!' And out loud I said, "Okay, Sam, I promise." She put out her hand and we shook on it.She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, as though she was sizing me up, and added, "If I promise, will you let me play with your pee-pee?" God, she was quick. There was no moss on this kid."No, honey. I don't think so," I replied, shaking my head, but inside of my pants there stirred an objection.* * *We'd had a great day. The Southern California weather had even cooperated. The temperature had remained in the low eighties, the air had that quality to it. You know, just below eye watering, throat burning, wheezing, let's-sit-and-rest-for-a-moment-this-oxygen-tank-is-getting-heavy type of day.At the zoo, some animals had actually deigned to grace us with their presence. I didn't have to hold Samantha high up in the air and say things like, "you see that little piece of brown stuff over there. No that's a turd. Over there closer to the rock. Well that's the tip of the lion's tail. Uh-hun, that is exciting." Even the fucking Panda had been out, well actually we don't use the word fucking to describe a Panda, because no one has ever proven they actually do!Then we went to see the latest Disney movie. There were lots of animals in that too and every few seconds Sam would say, "Daddy, we saw one just like that at the zoo." And the little kids sitting around us looked upon her like a god. One little kid leaned over and asked, "Were the lions really outside?" And Sam, basking in the adoration, went on to describe all the animals that had been outside, even the asexual Panda.To top the day off, we went to Chucky Cheese's. I know, I know, sainthood can't be far behind. She smacked a bunch of gophers on the head, and we tossed and rolled a number of balls. We even ate some pizza or maybe it was the box. Sometimes I can't tell the difference.Home at last. I was pooped. My ankles hurt, my legs were sore, even my butt ached. I could have dropped off right then and there. Samantha had that glassy eyed, flushed face, vibrating muscle look of the 'can I stay up late' child. We bargained for a while and I told her she had to take her bath now and then we'd bring it to the table again. I made sure the bath was nice and hot. Samantha was never one of those 'toss me a few toys and I'll be in the tub till dawn' type of kids. She liked to get in, wash, and get out. Or actually, she liked to get in, sit for a while, and then get out. So, even at the age of six, we would 'assist' her in her bathing. I told her to get out of her clothes and to go get a clean pair of pajamas for when she was done. She came back naked with her favorite 'Sailor Moon' pajamas. I'd seen her naked a thousand times, but this was the first time my mind turned to sex as I looked at her hairless genitalia. Six is that age when a lot of transitions occur. They're in their first year of real school. Their personalities are developing rapidly and you begin to realize what sort of person your child will become. They stop using so many baby names for things and their interests expand from drawing with crayons to cutting out things and pasting them into a 'collage', which is sort of redundant since 'collage' is French for 'pasting-things-together' so we should just say cutting things out and making a 'pasting-things-together' thing or whatever.This is also when their bodies begin to change. They lose that cherub look and start to gain definition. Their bodies grow so quickly that all that baby fat just stretches upwards. Sam had never been fat, but she wasn't thin either, just sort of average I guess. She had the cutest little rounded tush. That's not just my opinion either. On many an occasion some strange lady in a mall or other public place would ask, "Is that your daughter?" and then would go on to say, "She has the cutest little tush!"Anyway, there she stood, naked. Her cute little round tush sticking out back. She still had enough baby fat that there were fleshy little mounds on her chest where her breasts would some day be, and her cunt pouted out front. Her cunt didn't have that flat to the contours of her crotch aspect, it was more of a rounded sticking out you can fit your hand around my mound kind of quality. If you ever wanted to do that that is. And at the moment, that's the thought that was going through my mind. I shook my head and lifted her into the bath. I guided her through the let's-put-some-soap on that wash cloth stage and encouraged her to reach places heretofore unknown to soap and water - behind the ears, the back of the arms, anything below the knees. We would usually have to help her clean her butt. She didn't seem to be able to reach in there and do a good job. I would have her assume the position, which was on all fours, with butt sticking up in the air and run the cloth between her cheeks. This time I couldn't help but notice how her cunt stuck out between her upper thighs. She usually stayed in that position so that we could then wash her hair. I kept glancing back at that inviting slit and my cock responded equally.I stood her up, rinsed her off, and let the water run out of the tub. I grabbed a big fluffy towel and started drying her off. I was kneeling by the side of the tub and my cock was rubbing against it. I pressed harder and it felt pretty good. I picked her up and set her down on the bathroom rug. I tried to keep her back to me or the towel between us. But, I had to put the towel down to help her slide into her pajamas and I looked up to see her staring at the bulge in my pants."Daddy, why is your pee-pee big?" She inquired. "Is it because you have to use the toilet again?"What a bright girl. Ask and embarrassing question and supply an appropriate answer at the same time. Oh, she would become quite the woman."That's right, sweetie." We stood there facing each other for a moment. I, waiting for her to leave. She, apparently waiting for me to whip it out and urinate. I turned her around, patted her cute little tush, and sent her out to choose a book for me to read to her. I closed, and locked, the bathroom door and fumbled with my zipper. It took fewer than twenty strokes before jets of white cum splattered into the sink. I placed a hand on the sink and leaned forward, breathing heavily. 'Jesus! Get a hold of yourself' I said to myself. I looked down and realized I already had. This was getting weird on more than one level. I would have to find a way to deal with this.I read to her from her current favorite, a book about a young magician who gets into strange and weird dilemmas. I tucked her in and went to my room. I was exhausted. It was only nine o'clock and here I was stripping down to go to bed. My head had barely hit the pillow when a tiny voice said,"I miss mommy!"I rolled over and looked at Sam standing by the edge of the bed. She was holding her favorite stuffed elephant and looked like she was about to cry."I know, honey," I commiserated. "So do I!""Can I sleep with you tonight?" She pouted.She hardly ever asked to do that, usually only when she was ill. So, I patted the bed and she climbed in, dragging her usual sex partner with her. I rolled back over and she snuggled up to my naked back. The elephant was between us and his fuzzy coat was irritating. I figured she would soon drift off to sleep and I would then remove the irritation. I must have dozed off first, because the next thing I remember was being awakened by a strange noise. The bedside clock said ten o'clock. I listened and realized that it was Sam that was making the noise. She was humming to herself. I then realized that the bed had a rhythmic motion to it and realized she was riding the elephant. I stifled a snicker and lay there listening to her rapture. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached her climax and then the motion and the humming stopped. Within a minute, the silence was broken by a tiny snore. I smiled and soon drifted off myself.I had strange dreams that night. I dreamt of hunting lions from atop elephants. I hunted with this huge fleshy spear. The lions would all run away and from the rear I could see these fleshy, protruding labia. I would throw my spear, but I always seemed to miss. Then finally, I dreamt of my wife. I dreamt of fucking her. The dream seemed so real. Then I realized I was awake and I could hear Sam twittering and could feel Sam's hand on my cock. Or was I still dreaming? I lie still for a moment, feeling her small hand stroking slowly up and down. If this was real, she was pretty good. Then I heard her speak,"Oooh, look Nosie." Nosie was the name of her elephant. "There's more stuff coming out."Jesus, this wasn't a dream. I was about to sit up and say something when she said,"Do you want to taste it this time? No! Okay, I'll taste it again."I felt a warm moistness pass over the head of my cock and my eyes shot open. Sam was kneeling at my waist. The sheets had been kicked off during the night. Something Leslie always complains about. Sam knelt there with her trusty sidekick standing by her side. Her right hand was on my cock and she was raising her head away from my little one. Her lips smacked a couple of times and she told Nosie, "It doesn't taste like medicine!"Her eyes traveled past Nosy and she saw me watching her. Her eyebrows shot up and looking away she sheepishly said, "Morning, daddy.""Morning, Samie," I replied, "what are you doing?"We both damn well knew what she was doing, but I had to ask."I was just looking at your pee-pee, Daddy!""I see that," I replied. "Didn't we already talk about this. How would you feel if daddy played with your pee-pee without asking?" Man, was that a poor choice of words. Her face lit up like it was Christmas. "Would you, daddy?" She asked."No, Sam!" I answered aghast at her question. "I wouldn't!"She turned a pouting face away from me and went back to exploring my prick. She started stroking again and I suddenly realized how close I was to cumming. In quick succession, I reached out a hand and started to warn her about what was coming. She had leant forward, tongue extended, to swipe at another clear drop of fluid. Finally, my cock gave its best impression of Mount St. Helens. The first spurt went into her mouth and she pulled away quickly. The second, third , and fourth hit her square in the face. And the last few just sort of bubbled out and oozed onto her hand. She turned a wide eyed and stunned looking face to me. Strands of cum adorned her face, from forehead to chin. I watched her throat work as she swallowed what was in her mouth. A strange look crossed her face. Her tongue poked out of her mouth and took a swipe at a strand of cum that hung from her upper lip. Suddenly she smiled and her tongue went to work dragging cum into her mouth. She was like a kid licking melted ice cream. I couldn't believe my eyes. The sight of her doing that was so erotically charged that my cock changed direction in mid deflation and swelled back up. Sam watched as it swelled in her hand and she giggled. "That feels funny, daddy!" She chimed. She bent forward and licked at the cum that was still oozing from the tip of my cock. I took my first breath in what seemed like an hour and I moaned.Sam looked up quickly, thinking she had hurt me, but she realized that it was a moan of pleasure and she bent back down to her task. I saw her wrap her lips around the head of my cock and her cheeks caved in as she tried to suck more cum out of it. I threw my head back. The sensation was indescribable, so I won't try. I finally reached out and pulled her away from my cock."Enough, Sam. Enough!"Sam giggled at the choked up sound of my voice. She then took our encounter to the next level. Sam threw a leg across my pelvis and sat astride my newly rampaging cock. She pressed her cunt onto it and started sliding back and forth. It was at that moment that I started having sexual relations with my step daughter. If you could only have seen her. Her little, angelic, cum dripping face was beaming with pleasure. Her little chest was pumping in and out quickly. Her little cunt splayed out on top of my cock. Her labia were big enough to splay half way around my cock shaft. There was a lot of heat coming from her cunt and every time she hit the head of my cock I moaned. And then she started to moan. APretty soon the room was filled with moaning. Her mouth soon formed that little 'O' of pending orgasm and she suddenly said, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," and then collapsed onto my chest. Her little body shuddered for a few moments and then she sighed deeply. I looked up and could see my rampant cock sticking up from between her thighs. I could just barely reach around her, as I sought to finish myself off. I guess my arm repeatedly jogging her as I stroked my cock must have roused her to what was going on. She slid off to my left and watched my hand go up and down for a while. Then she leant forward and swiped her tongue across the tip of my cock. I moaned and my eyes rolled back and fluttered. I felt her little hand join mine so I let go. She resumed the stroking motion and we both watched her work my cock. It took a little longer this time and she had plenty of opportunities to experiment. She went fast, then slow, then used both hands, then played with the head, then played with my balls with one hand as the other stroked. That last one was my suggestion. She would repeatedly lean forward to lick the fluid bubbling from the tip of my cock. I don't know how long it was before she realized that every time she did that that her daddy would moan in pleasure. But, she suddenly bent forward and placed her mouth around my cock head. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" I mumbled. Then added, "watch it, Honey! Daddy's about to spurt again."But, instead of pulling her mouth away she just started sucking and stroking faster. My cum raced out of my cock and bounced off of her tonsils. There wasn't half as much as earlier and she had no trouble swallowing as she continued to suck. This kid was a pro. It had been a long time since someone had sucked me off, but I still had a fair recollection of how it felt and this was much better.She licked, and sucked, and literally washed my cock with her tongue. I finally reached out and pulled her away from it. She lay across my chest and murmured:"Did I do good, Daddy?""Oh yes, Sam! You did really, really good!"She snuggled in deeper and made a satisfied sound."It does taste good, Daddy!""That's nice, Samie!""Can we do it again, Daddy?""Not just yet, sweetie!"She giggled and said, "I know, Silly! But can we do it again some other time?""Maybe, Sam. Maybe.""I won't tell anybody, Daddy!" She informed me. Which made me realize she knew this had been taboo. But, there was a quality to her statement that made me think that 'anybody' didn't include little Debbie."You promise?" I asked, putting her on the spot.She hesitated for moment then in a slightly disappointed voice said, "Yes, Daddy."* * *It was Sunday evening, and Samantha and I were at the airport waiting for Leslie's flight to unload. I had spent the entire day in a daze. I had a myriad of emotions going through my mind, but none of them were guilt, which caused me no end of distraction. I should have been feeling terrible about having sex or rather allowing Sam to have sex with me. It had been highly erotic and in the back of my mind was the desire to repeat the act. I glanced at Sam, who sat next to me in one of those molded plastic chairs that should come with a seat belt because if you relax your legs your butt starts sliding out of it and you wind up feeling guilty because you keep remembering how your mother told you it wasn't nice to slouch.Anyway, she sat there watching people and the big planes. Her legs didn't reach the floor and she was swinging them back and forth. I felt a warmth go through my body as I looked at her. I blushed as I realized it wasn't just the feeling of parental love, but there was a slight sexual glaze to it. I looked around quickly at all the slouching people to see if there were any mind readers among them, but no one was glaring at me so I figured I was safe. The door to the jetway opened and people started pouring out. They all had that dazed expression people have coming off of a long flight. They look like their aircraft had crashed and they were the survivors. Wrinkled clothing and flat hair were 'de rigeur.' Sam and I watched the door closely for the first signs of Leslie. Sam was standing on her chair and holding onto my arm so that she didn't fall down. I was distracted for a moment by a large pair of breasts and the next thing I knew a six year old was screeching in my ear."Mommy!"I looked back towards the doorway in time to see Leslie search the crowd for the source of the screech. I recognized the next person out of the gateway. It was her coworker Chuck. He of the tailored suit and two hundred dollar haircut. I had never seen even a single hair out of place on his head. I bet even high winds wouldn't be able to budge one. He was the epitome of "shmarm." And, he was always hovering around my wife. At every soiree, I was forced to go to, and at every picnic her store put on, there he was, hanging around my wife. Wearing his Izod polo shirts, his charcoal colored hundred dollar slacks, and his plastic fucking hair. I didn't like the guy, in case you were wondering.He was leaning over and saying something to Leslie and she was scanning the crowd as she nodded and he walked away. Chuck thought he was God's gift to woman kind, and to give him credit he always had a good looking babe on his arm, but never the same one twice. I suppose an evening of listening to Chuck tell you how great he was, was sufficient for the average woman to realize he was as plastic as his hair. I'm not being harsh because of my dislike for the guy, I'm merely repeating what someone had told me.Sam jumped down off the chair and went running to her mother. I walked up and found Leslie down on one knee giving her daughter a hug. She stood and I put my arms around her for a hug, but she only returned it half heartedly. "Long flight?" I asked, needlessly."Yeah!" She replied and her eyes didn't make contact with mine. I shrugged it off as her being tired, but I think in the back of my mind some little voice was saying something was wrong.We went down to the luggage carousel and waited for her bags to show up. Sam was excited to have her mother back and was peppering the air with questions. Leslie, smiled weakly, and tried to pay attention to her daughter. I scanned the crowd and my eyes fell on Chuck. He was looking our way. I smiled and nodded. He merely looked away."Asshole!" I muttered."What?" Samantha asked."Nothing, sweetie! Just wondering when the luggage will arrive."The carousel started and people gathered around like dowagers at a Macy's white sale. There was so much pushing and shoving you'd have thought they were giving stuff away. I gathered the bags and we wended our way to the parking lot. We drove home and Leslie sat in brooding silence. Sam gave her version of the weekend. She was excitedly telling her mother about the trip to the zoo when she realized her mother wasn't paying attention."Mommm!" She cried out. "You're not listening!""That's a fact!" I said, adding my two cents worth. I glanced over at Leslie and she saw the concern on my face."I'm just tired!" She insisted, but she didn't look it. She looked preoccupied. I figured something had gone wrong on her trip. Some deal hadn't materialized or someone had screwed up royally. We got home and I offered to fix her something to eat. She declined and said she would be going to bed early. I looked at the clock and it was barely eight. I reminded her that she had a daughter who hadn't seen her in a while and was anxious to do just that. Leslie sighed and said she'd try to stay up for a while. The phone rang and I answered. It was Mr. Shmarm himself. I asked what the fuck he wanted since he'd just left my wife an hour ago, although I didn't quite phrase it that way. I yelled to Leslie who was in the bedroom and she picked up the extension. She came out a few minutes later looking like a wrung out dish rag. I was really concerned now and said so. She said they were having problems with a supplier. "What," I said, "and Mr. Plastic Hair couldn't wait until tomorrow to talk to you about it."She looked sharply at me, which was a first, since she was the one that had first used the name Mr. Plastic Hair to describe Chuck. "He just wanted to remind me that we have an early meeting tomorrow!" She glared.I shrugged and turned back to getting Sam a glass of milk. "Your daughter's waiting for you to read her a bedtime story," I told her and handed her the glass of milk.I went in and said good night to Sam and then went into the den to do some work. I had gotten a piece of work rewriting a script. An old friend from college days was now a big wig at Sony Pictures and having seen my by-line in the L.A. Times one day had gotten in contact with me. We had gotten together for drinks and to rehash old times. He had also started passing some work my way and they paid damn good. I was working on their latest teen horror flick. Working on the cut-aways. I had done a good job on the last script and they liked my work. There was even talk of making me head writer on one of the next projects. Now that was big money.I glanced at my watch and realized it was nearing eleven. I turned off the computer and went in search of my wife. I walked into the darkened bedroom and saw her lying there. She was rolled onto her side facing away from me. I stripped and brushed my teeth and clambered into bed. Usually, when she's gone to bed before me she fusses about how much noise I make coming to bed, but this night she didn't say a word. She didn't even move. I realized that she was wearing a night shirt. Something she never did. Leslie slept in the nude, always had. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. I was starting to worry. Things weren't right. Something must have really gone wrong on that trip.I got no reply. I rolled into her an put an arm around her. "Don't!" She said and threw my arm off."What the fuck is wrong?" I asked, giving caution to the wind. Leslie loved to cuddle and had never refused. She turned towards me and said:"I'm sorry! I'm just really tired and irritable. I just need to sleep.""Yeah!" Came my cutting retort. I rolled over onto my side and fumed. I hated cuddling and had made the ultimate male sacrifice only to be rebuffed. I was shaken awake in the morning and I opened my eyes to find Leslie completely dressed and on her way to work. I hadn't even heard the alarms go off. Like I've said earlier, Leslie isn't a morning person and I usually have to drag her out of bed and physically throw her into the shower with her cursing my ancestors the entire way. I lie there in shock. She asked if I could take Sam to school and reminded me that it was our week to give little Debbie a ride. I moaned into my pillow. I glanced at the clock and it was only six a.m. "Jesus!" I stated. "Did you get any sleep?""Yeah, I'm fine!" She insisted. "Look, I've got to go. Are you up?"I told her that I was and she left. I sat on the edge of the bed and scratched my chest. I looked at what I was doing and laughed. I had written this scene into the last script I worked on and was told that no one actually awakes and scratches their chest. I took a bracing shower and when I came out Sam was standing there clutching Mr. Nosie and watching my dick. I told her to scoot and she ran into the kitchen. I fixed her breakfast and we worked through her disappointment of not seeing her mother before she had to leave for work. I silently decided that Leslie and I would have to have a talk. We chose a nice outfit for Sam to wear and we primped and brushed and washed and brushed and brushed and brushed until she resembled a little girl and not something raised by wolves. She has thick, dirty blonde hair and becomes tow headed in the summer. She has naturally wavy hair, to quote every beautician I'd run across, which is another way of saying your going to spend half your life untangling knots and bringing tears to her eyes. We went out and found that Leslie had taken the SUV from the prior evening and left me with her 'beamer'. Great I said to myself, she took the freaking booster chair. I strapped Sam into the back and told her she was like a big girl now and pre-empted any complaint she may have wanted to voice. I drove down the street and stopped outside of Debbie's duplex. Her mother came out almost immediately, dragging a crying bundle of joy. She strapped her sniveling daughter in next to Sam and gave me the 'it's been one of those mornings look'. We bid each other good day and I took off.Sam regaled Debbie with tales of the zoo and Debbie quickly rebounded from whatever grievance she had had that morning and was soon asking if the lions had really been out.I looked into the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of the two little blonde heads talking. Suddenly the salacious thought of what it would be like to play with those two went through my mind and I quickly looked away. I felt the blood rushing into my face and I silently cursed myself. "Where the hell did that come from?" I said aloud. And both girls giggled. It was as though they knew what I was thinking."You said the H word, daddy!" Samantha chimed."I'm sorry, sweetie," I replied, looking at her in the rearview. God she was cute.I drove into the school parking lot and freed the two little back seat prisoners. I walked them to the door and they said good by and scampered down the hallway, joining the other little people in the land of Lilliput. I saw a knot of ride share parents and went over to join the crowd. I joined the conversation and found out about sales on kids' clothes; a great recipe for leftover chicken; how the Dodgers could get out of their slump; which parents were rumored to be breaking up; and how to make an atom bomb. A very diverse group.I was asked to join some at the local Denny's and I went. We were sitting having our not so grand breakfasts when someone mentioned that today was a half day at school. I cursed myself for forgetting to look at the school calendar and excused myself to call Debbie's house. Her mother was just leaving and she told me that she had worked it out with Leslie. I was going to keep Debbie until she or her husband came to get her. I used all the tact I knew how and told her that perhaps she should make those arrangement with me since I was the stay at home parent. I guess I didn't use enough tact because she said if it was too much trouble she would take the afternoon off. I told her no, that I had just said that because Leslie had a way of forgetting to tell me these things. We broke off on a reconciliatory note and I went back to my congealed eggs, cold sausage, and tiny triangles of wheat toast.The morning went by slowly. I sat down in front of the computer to do some work, but wound up staring off into space. Several times, I would shake myself from my reverie and realize I hadn't done a bit of work. I thought it was funny that I also couldn't remember what I had been thinking upon with such focus. I gave up trying to work and gave Leslie a call. I hardly ever called her and when I did she would usually rush to the phone asking if Sam was all right. This time I was informed that Ms. Deakan wasn't in the office and wasn't expected back that day. I left a message for her to call me if she came back to the office. As I bade the secretary farewell I said, "Guess I should have called earlier?"And I was informed that it wouldn't have helped because Ms. Deakan had taken a personal day after a long buying weekend in New York. I thanked the secretary once again and was about to hang up when a thought crossed my mind and I asked to be connected with Mr. Charles Norris. I was informed that good old Chuck was also absent that day. I cradled the phone and then calmly ripped it off the wall and threw it across the room and into the living room where it bounced harmlessly on the sofa. I was even angrier now that I had been deprived of the satisfying sound of a phone crashing against something made of glass, or wood, or ceramic. I looked around for something else to rip apart or throw and then realized I was acting like a fool. I braced my hands against the counter and took deep breaths. I heard a chime and looked at the clock and realized I had to go pick up Sam and Debbie. I don't know how I made it to the school in one piece. I didn't remember any of the trip over. There were about two hundred kids pouring out of the school as I pulled into the lot. I searched for the two that belonged to me. I'd always told Sam to stay by the front door and that I would find her, but she always got caught up in the melee and ran about like the rest of the misguided. To make matters worse, all of the little six year olds had face paint on and it was like trying to tell goldfish apart. Every other little blonde-headed girl had on a lilac jacket and my eyes were starting to hurt. It was like looking for Waldo. Suddenly a little hand grabbed the crease in my pants and tugged. "Daddy," a frowning Sam said, "who are you looking for?"I looked down at Sam and Debbie's wondering faces and couldn't resist."I was looking to see if I could find a couple of better behaved little girls. I thought I might trade up!""Daddeeeee!" Sam intoned. Debbie giggled as she realized I was pulling their little legs.We stopped at Carl Jr's on the way home and had a nutritional lunch. I watched the two little urchins play with their food and gossip about other kids at school. I suddenly realized I was looking at them as kids and not sex objects. Thank God that had passed, or maybe it was only because I kept picturing Leslie with Mr. Plastic Hair. The urge to throw something passed quickly. The girls stopped showing an interest in their meal so I went about cleaning them up and putting their jackets back on. I've never understood how if little kids only eat half of their burgers they can get that much stuff on their faces. I even found a dollop of catsup on the back of Debbie's ear. We got back home and the girls ran to Sam's room to play. I told them I'd be in the den and to not leave the room without coming to tell me. I finally settled down to do some real work and got wrapped up in what I was doing. I finally looked at my watch and realized I'd been working for an hour and a half without being interrupted. I found that strange and got up to check on the girls.I walked down the hallway and could hear a low murmur coming from Sam's room. I figured I'd let sleeping dogs lie and just stood out of sight and listened for a moment. "..... then he puts his thing in here!" I heard Debbie whisper."Ooohhh!" Sam whispered in amazement."It really hurt the first time and I cried!" Debbie informed Sam."The first time?" Sam asked."Yeah, he did it again a couple of times and the last time it felt good!""It did?" Sam asked incredulously."Yeah! And you know what else?" Debbie said, urging Sam to ask her."What?" Sam obliged."I've been putting Mr. Banana up there at night and it feels really nice now.""Mr. Banana!" Sam giggled. Mr. Banana was a little plastic banana about eight inches tall and an inch thick. It had a painted face and little arms that came out about half way down its banana shaped body and could stand on little feet. Sam had one just like it.'My God! She's telling Sam about getting fucked by her father!" I told myself and pictured little Debbie lying in bed with a big cock stroking in and out of her. My own cock stirred and rose mightily in my pants. I pushed down on it, but that only felt good so I left it alone. I was all ears now and listened intently. I wondered if I should go in there and thus end their conversation, but I had to know what else they would say."You should try it!" Little Debbie urged Sam. "I'll show you!"I leaned back against the wall and clapped a hand over my mouth. I had almost let out a loud, "What!" when I heard Debbie make the offer. I heard the rustling of clothes and waited. About ten seconds later I heard Sam exclaim:"Oohhhh!"I couldn't resist, I slowly poked my head around the door frame. Little Debbie was lying on the floor, wearing only a tee shirt, her hand was pushing Mr. Banana into her hairless little cunt. I stood transfixed as I watched the little plastic man slide slowly into her. Sam knelt next to Debbie and watched with amazement. Debbie pushed the little man in up to his little arms and then slowly pulled him back out. She repeated the process with quiet deliberation. Mr. Banana had an easier time getting into Debbie now and he started going in and out a little faster. Soon, the lucky little bastard was rushing in and out without any hindrance whatsoever. Samantha watched the toy closely. She had stuck a hand into her pants and I could see it moving about. Little Debbie lie with her eyes fluttering as she pummeled her cunt. My breathing was coming in gasps now and I suddenly realized that I was standing there with my cock in my hands. I was stroking in tempo with Debbie and was imagining it was my cock sliding in and out of her. I must have groaned loudly because Sam's eyes shot up to the doorway and she saw me standing there. Her mouth fell open in sudden fear at having been caught, but then she saw my cock and sat there staring at it instead of her friend. Debbie kept on doing the horizontal bop with Mr. Banana, unaware of my presence. Unaware until Sam placed a hand on her chest and shook her. Debbie opened her eyes and saw Sam looking away. She followed Sam's gaze and saw me standing there. She gave out a loud gasp and pulled poor abused Mr. Banana out of her sopping little cunt. She quickly sat up, eyes wide opened, in anticipation of my wrath. It was then she noticed my swollen cock and she too stopped to stare at it.I gave way to my emotions and damned common sense. I walked into the room and stood in front of both girls with my cock bobbing up and down. A small strand of precum hung from the head. It slowly stretched and headed for the floor. Sam scrambled forward and stuck out her tongue. She captured the strand and followed it up to my cock. I groaned at the erotic sight of my little cum eater licking up my juices. She put a hand around my cock and slid her mouth onto it. I groaned loudly as the moist warmth of her small mouth wrapped itself around my throbbing sexual organ. Little Debbie moved closer and watched her friend perform.I let Sam suck on me for a while then I pulled out of her mouth and offered my cock to Little Debbie. Debbie looked up at me quickly as though to reassure herself that it was okay and then she took the head of my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue play about the head of my cock and savored the feeling. She pulled her mouth off and holding my cock in her hand she moved it slowly from one side to the other peering at it closely. "Your thing is different than my daddy's," she informed me. She slid her hand up and down the shaft and watched as my foreskin slid part way up the swollen head of my cock. She smiled and did it again, then again, then again.It felt good, but I wanted better."Put it back in your mouth, sweetie!" I urged her.She looked back up at me and smiled. She bent forward and returned my cock to its proper place. She slowly bobbed up and down on my cock. Her tongue played about the head and she sucked voraciously. Her father had taught her well. I let her have her way with me for a while and knew if I let her go on that I would soon be spraying the walls, ceiling, and floor with gobs of white.I pulled out of her mouth and knelt down in front of them. I looked at Sam, who had been rubbing furiously at her crotch, and helped her take her clothes off."Lie back, honey," I told her and then bent down to feast on her cunt. I placed my hands under her little buns to raise her up and to give me better access. I ran my tongue up and down her slit and she moaned as I brushed against her sensitive little clit. I drove my tongue into her cunt and worked at opening it up. I managed to push my tongue into her and she groaned some more. I returned to her clit and sucked on it. Her hips were moving around in little jerks and I had to hold her ass cheeks tightly in order to continue. I focused on her clit and licked and prodded. Her little legs suddenly slammed shut and she let out a loud keening wail. "Daddeeeeeeee!"She let out large gasping breaths and her body spasmed in response to her orgasm.Little Debbie knelt next to us and watched wide eyed, breathing harshly through her mouth. I let Sam down gently and she curled into a little ball with her hands clasped between her legs. I told Debbie to lie down and she quickly scrambled into position and thrust her pelvis up at my face."My daddy never did that!" She announced in wonderment. I smiled and lowered my mouth to her little treasure box. I repeated my efforts with the same results. Debbie wasn't a wailer though and she let out a series of quiet little "Ohs." Her little body jerked in time with my licks as her orgasm washed over her and a smile played about her lips. She laid on her back and sighed contentedly. I looked down at her red and swollen cunt and couldn't resist. I leaned forward and brought the head of my dick to the mouth of her cunt.She looked down at my cock and spread her legs wide. I slowly pushed and my cock slowly entered her hot, moist cavity. Her cunt had been well used and she took me in easily. She was very tight and I could feel the walls of her cunt clutch at my shaft as it slid by. I watched as four inches of my cock disappeared into her obscenely stretched cunt. I was amazed that it went in without more trouble. Even though I was in her it still looked like I was too big. I slowly pulled out and my glistening cock shaft slowly appeared. Her inner lips rolled out as I pulled out and it looked like a little mouth was sucking on my cock. I pushed slowly back in and then out again. I started pumping faster and soon had a nice rhythm going. I caught a motion and looked to find Sam had risen to her knees and was watching my cock go in and out of her little friends cunt. Sam sought out Mr. Banana and slowly lowered herself onto it.The plastic toy quickly reached her hymen and she grimaced at the discomfort. She looked up at me pleadingly and I stopped porking little Debbie. She moaned at the loss of my cock as I took it out of her and looked up to see what I was doing. I moved over to Sam and she quickly laid back and spread her legs. She looked over at Debbie with a gleam in her eye and smiled. I slowly lowered myself and placed my cock at the entrance to her virgin cunt. "This may hurt, sweetie!" I informed her.She swallowed and nodded her head. I pushed slowly and the head of my cock came up against a barrier. I slowly pushed the head back and forth to loosen her. I leaned on one hand and brought my other to her cunt. I rubbed my moistened thumb against her clit and soon she was moaning loudly. I kept pushing in and out and would push a little harder every time. I waited and timed it so that she was cumming when I gave the crucial push. Her hymen resisted for a moment and then gave way easily. I stopped pushing quickly so as not to cause her too much pain, but she didn't even seem to notice as she was rocked by her orgasm. Her only reaction had been a sharp gasp. I resumed my slow rocking and was soon fucking most of my cock in and out of her. The tight feeling was amazing and my cum boiled up and out of me. She was so tight that I felt the cum splash against the walls of her cunt. I moaned loudly as I shot strand after strand into her. My arms felt weak and my body shook. I couldn't hold myself up and slowly collapsed on top of her. Debbie giggled at the sight and soon Sam complained about the weight."Daddeee! Your heavy!"It must be a genetic thing. I rolled over and my cock pulled out of her sopping cunt. It lay plastered against my thigh. I sighed and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off for a moment because the next thing I knew I was being awakened by a warm wetness wrapping itself around my flaccid cock. I looked down quickly and found Sam and Debbie wiping off my cock with a wet face cloth. They giggled as my cock responded to their ministrations. They finished and my cock stood up proud and clean. The girls giggled some more and then Debbie grabbed hold of it and lowered her mouth to it again. I didn't know if I could do this again and whispered, "My God!"Debbie giggled and pulled her mouth off me long enough to tell Sam that that was the same thing her father said.She returned to sucking my cock and soon I was awash in pleasure. Debbie handed off to Sam and quietly watched Sam practice her technique. I enjoyed both and would have given them high marks in the sexual Olympics. Debbie then informed Sam that it was her turn and she straddled my body. I watched as she grasped my cock and aimed it at her small opening. She pressed down on me and I slowly disappeared into her. I could still see light between her and I when she stopped and pulled up. She slid back down and struck bottom. She slowly stoked up and down until she got used to my size and then started banging away. She couldn't get all of me inside of her so when she stroked down my cock would bend at different angles. It was a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, but I let her continue. Soon, her mouth was wide open and she was breathing loudly. Her eyes had a glazed look about them and her tongue kept poking out and moistening her lips. She went on for a goodly while and then she started 'oohing' quietly again as she slowed and finally held herself impaled on my hard cock. She pulled off and knelt next to me with a dreamy smile on her face. I was close to cumming so I reached down and started stroking. I closed my eyes in anticipation and suddenly felt a little hand grab hold above mine. I opened my eyes and saw Sam staring intently at my cock as she helped me. I let go and she looked at me and smiled. She continued stroking for awhile and then the precocious little thing bent over and took me into her mouth. I moaned loudly and pushed my pelvis up driving my cock deeper than she had anticipated. She gagged and coughed and said:"Daddeeee!""I'm sorry, sweetie," I consoled her, "I won't do it again."She gave me a side long glance and bent back down to her task. She was learning quickly and each time was getting better. Her warm mouth slid up and down my cock in its hungry search of cum. I didn't want to disappoint her. I warned her that I was cumming and she slowed as the first gobs spewed into her mouth. Once again, this being my second load, she had no problem taking all of it into her mouth. She swallowed, but some oozed out and ran down my shaft and onto her hand. I had both hands on top of her head as I held it in place, stopping her from pulling away too soon. As the last vestiges of pleasure washed away I let her go and she sat up and smiled at me with her glazed chin.I sat up and pulled both girls into my arms and hugged them tightly. I figured I'd be going to prison now and this would be the last chance I got to hold either of them. They put up with my affection for a moment and then Sam said she was hungry. I glanced at my watch and realized that it was five o'clock and one of Debbie's parents would be arriving soon. I told the girls to hurry and we all put ourselves together. I looked down and found a large wet spot at my crotch and reminded myself to take off my pants the next time I fucked someone. I went to my room and changed. I found the girls in the bathroom washing their faces. I told them to brush their teeth and went to put together a meal. The phone rang and I had to walk all the way to the bedroom to find a working phone. I picked it up and found Debbie's mom on the other end. She had a strange tone to her voice and I wondered if mother's intuition worked at a distance. But, I soon realized that the quality of her voice was more a hesitation as she told me that both she and her husband were running late and would it be okay. I realized she was still stinging from our conversation of the morning and I told her that it was fine. I told her I was about to fix dinner and that I would feed Debbie also and then, if she didn't mind, I would walk her home.We had a pleasant meal of tomato soup and peanut butter sandwiches. The girls both sported red mustaches and brown smiles as we sat and talked about the zoo and school and fucking. The talk about fucking pretty much revolved around keeping secrets from mommies, daddies, and pretty much everyone else in the world. Both girls agreed that that would be best, but I figured I should keep a packed suitcase in the back of my car and should also look into opening an account in the Grand Cayman Islands.We ate slowly amidst much giggling and story telling. I kept steering the conversation away form sex, hoping that they didn't get so used to talking about it that they wouldn't accidentally say something when they were with someone else. At seven I had the girls put on their jackets and I grabbed Debbie's little backpack. We slowly ambled down the street and walked up to Debbie's house. I knocked and her father opened the door. He thanked me profusely for taking such good care of his daughter. I was glad his porch light was burnt out because I knew I was blushing. The girls screamed their good bys and Sam and I wended our way back home.When we arrived, Leslie's car was in the driveway. We walked into the house and found Leslie standing in the kitchen. The broken phone lie on the kitchen table and she had a drink in her hand. I stared at her and she looked back pleadingly. I took my keys off the hook and walked back out the door. The last thing I heard was Sam asking where I was going. I got into my car and drove away.Finito*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*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 23 |
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reallife.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/66/reallife.txt | As told to me by Larry from Henderson NVReading stories on the Internet about sharing your wife is one thing, but actually doing it is quite another. This is a true story about Marla and myself in just such a scenario. I'd been feeling somewhat neglected over that past year. Marla and I had been married for almost 10 years and although we loved each other, our sex life was boring as hell. I'd always have to be the instigator and even then she would try to turn me down most of the time. The only way I got sex was to make a fuss about it.I was pretty sure the reason Marla was so conventional and uninspired when it came to sex was that she'd come to me a virgin at twenty. I was the only man who'd ever seen her naked much less made love to her.My only excuse for what happened to us is that I was sexually frustrated and had started to surf the Internet; reading porno stories to sate my sexual needs. I started to read about wives and all the things that other couples did. I knew that most of the stories were the writer's imagination but they still made me long for it to happen to us.I'd fantasize about some other guy making my wife his cum slurping slut, making her beg for his big stiff cock and I would be their to see her do it, and maybe even help them along. For some reason the idea of seeing my wife act like a wanton slut with a strange man made me so hot that it became an obsession.I even steeled my nerves and once, while Marla and I were actually have a rare "good sex" session, I brought it up to her. She was on top of me riding me for all she was worth, quickly reaching her point of no return when I said, "God, Marla you look so beautiful, I wish I could see you being fucked by another man."She just looked down at me and smiled and quickened her pace, soon cumming with a groaned and I could feel her body tense and shiver as her orgasm overtook her. I wondered if my suggestion about another guy had brought her off. But I was afraid to follow it up once she'd finished cumming. I liked the feeling of her body laying on top of me as she panted for breath, and didn't want to get her mad at me.**Then one day, something happened that I guess was the catalyst for what took place next.Our longtime neighbors had moved away several months before and their house had been on the market ever since. I was wondering how long it would stay empty when one Saturday a moving van pulled up outside. A twenty-something Asian looking guy and his friends spent the morning moving his belongings in. (Apparently the owners had decided to rent out their house until the market got better.)I went over to introduce myself and later that day so did Marla. When she came home after her visit she inadvertently said something that got me thinking. She made the comment that Alvin, (That's the guy's name.) was really built.I struck up a friendship with Alvin and his friends over the next few months. I think he liked both of us and I know that Marla seemed to like him. I kept scoping him out, trying to find out what he liked and how he might react to an offer to fuck my wife.After several late night beer sessions with Alvin I finally got the nerve up to ask him pointblank. We'd been drinking all afternoon, watching football on his cable TV and we'd been talking about or college days and the women we'd had. (His stories were a lot more detailed than mine since he'd just graduated before moving into our neighborhood.) I swallowed hard when Alvin complemented me on Marla, he said that she was pretty hot and that I was a lucky S.O.B. and went on to say that he hoped I took care of her needs properly. This was a good sign I thought. Actually Marla isn't what you'd call a classic beauty or anything. She's a little plain, but she has a nice slim body and her breasts are really nice looking, just the perfect size for her body. And although her face is rather plain she does have a clean wholesome "Girl Next Door" appeal and an attractive smile. And all I could do was picture Alvin on top of her shoving his Asian cock into her and fucking her brains out while she moaned for more.Anyway I said, "So you think Marla's attractive do you?"He looked at me questioningly and answered, "Yeah I do; she's a real fox." The moment had arrived. I said, "You know Alvin, I've always had this fantasy about seeing Marla with another man." I paused and looked at him meaningfully then continued, "And I think you'd be the prefect guy to fulfill my fantasy, what do you think?"Alvin looked shocked and that worried me until a briliant smile broke out on his tan face and he nodded, then said, "Yeah, I think you're right Larry, but what would Marla think about it?"I had it all planned. I knew that Marla would never go for something this perverted, but I knew a way to make it happen. "Alvin, if she thought you were me, well, she'd take it in stride so to speak." I smiled, hoping that I looked more confident than I felt.Then I heard Alvin say, "It's not like I could pass for you, nut tell me more." And I knew then and there, that I had him in on the plot.My plan was simple. Get Marla snot flying drunk and let Alvin be the one to end up in our bed. One of the ways I can always count on some good sex is to get Marla drunk. It seems to release all of her inhibitions and she really lets go. If the lights were low and she was really fucked up I thought that it might just work.We talked about the possibilities over and over during the next two wweeks. Finally I decided that it just had to happen and I told Alvin that we'd do the deed that Saturday night.*Saturday rolled around and Marla, Alvin and I went out to a bar across town. Marla likes to dance and when I dance with her she'll drink to "cool off" and usually ends quite drunk. At first she was holding back on the alcohol because Alvin was there, I guess she felt self-conscious, but after several dances with me and then a couple with Alvin she loosened up and the alcohol started to flow.Alvin and I "looked" like we were keeping up with her; except our drinks were just plain Coke and hers were Crown Royal and Coke. So by 11 o'clock Marla was ready to go home and hit the hay. We left the bar with Marla sitting beside me in the back seat while Alvin drove. I tested the water by sliding my hand between her legs. She was wearing a short mid thigh dress and my hand snaked up under the material and I could feel that her underwear was moist at the crotch.She halfheartedly tried to push my hand away, but when I wouldn't let her, she just scrunched down in the seat and even opened her legs a little bit so I could get better access. We were pretty much like that all the way home.I know that Marla must have known that Alvin could tell what I was doing to her, yet she let me keep doing it. That one act of willingness sealed my fait. I decided "not" to trick her into fucking Alvin, but to try and get her to do it with her consent.After arriving home and while getting out of the car I quickly went around to Alvin's side and explained what I had in mind. He looked doubtful, but said, "In for a penny in for a pound," and shrugged. I guess if I was willing to let him do my wife, he was willing to do what I asked.Alvin and I held Marla up as we entered our house. We were laughing and stumbling as we entered the living room and let Marla down onto the couch. Then I sat beside her while Alvin sat in the easy chair a few feet away. It was now or never. I reached my hand out and snaked it up under her dress again while at the same time covering her mouth with mine, giving her a hot wet French-kiss just the way she likes it when she's feeling naughty.Marla was drunk but not so drunk that she'd forgotten Alvin was still there. She started to shove at my hand and struggled to pull away from my kiss. I hurriedly waved with me free hand for Alvin to come over. I heard him rise from the chair and then I felt him next to me.Then he was in between us, pushing me back while holding Marla down against the couch. She sputtered and began to struggle against his hold, but Alvin only held her firmer. Then he pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her, all the while kissing her passionately, forcing her mouth open and planting his tongue deeply inside.I watched as Alvin squirmed on top of Marla's struggling body. It was a sight to see, it almost looked like Alvin was raping my wife. He wouldn't let her up and kept holding her arms over her head with one hand, kissing her on the mouth and unbuttoning her dress with his other hand.Suddenly Marla stopped struggling and lay back. Alvin sped his efforts up and got all the buttons to her dress undone. Then without stopping even for a moment he pulled her black lace bra away and down and began to ravage Marla's tits. Alvin was feasting on her nipples, first one, then the other and then back again.I was getting my wish. Another man was ravaging my wife and I was there to see it. I was experiencing mixed emotions to be sure. No one but me had ever made love to Marsha. I felt a little bad that I was forcing this on her and as I watched Alvin fumbling with his pants I even felt a pang of jealousy. I knew what it felt like to fuck Marla and he was about to get that experience too.As I watched the scene unfold in front of me I imagined what Alvin would look like as he pound my wife with his big cock. I pictured Marla wrapping her legs around his thrusting body urging him on, and then the moment when he came in her. I imagined his strong tan body stiffening as he gushed deep inside my wife's body. I was rock hard with anticipation.Then reality hit home. As Alvin thrust into my wife I realized at that very moment that they'd done this before. She took him in like she'd done it a hundred times before. I stood there watching Alvin having his way with my wife and I knew I'd been had.Marla began to thrust up against his down-thrust eagerly accepting him, almost joyfully I thought. Then they both groaned and I knew that they were cumming together in perfect harmony. My fantasy became reality as I watched Alvin's tan body stiffen on top of Marla, her legs wrapped around Alvin's ass as she tried to pull him in deeper.I'd seen what I wanted, right? Even though I still had an erection I also had a sick feeling inside that I'd made a mistake. Even though it had been so fucking hot to watch another man plowing my wife I knew then and there that our relationship was in serious trouble.*It turns out that Alvin was more forthcoming with Marla than I would ever have imagined. Apparently he'd told her several weeks before, right when I first suggested the idea of sharing her with him. At first she was so mad that she just sent him away and fumed for a couple of days. (I guess I missed the signs.)Then she came to him and they became lovers. As she said at our divorce, "Why not go a head and enjoy herself, since that was what my husband wanted." She said, "Since my husband was willing to betray me there was no reason for me to be faithful to him anymore."As it turns out she got the house and the Porsche, I got the Chevy van and my clothes. Alvin ended up moving in with Marla after the settlement was complete. Now I get to imagine him fucking her every night, and according to Marla they do it every night because he's so very good.ENDAuthor's note: If this story sounds familiar it is because I wrote it in 2001 under a different author handle. I have revisited the story, fleshed it out and republished it here. AB |
myincredible.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/46/myincredible.txt | It was my birthday and my husband promised me would really make an occasion out of it this year. He had made reservations at a real classy restaurant in the city and said we would go out dancing after dinner. The restaurant was very nice, food was excellent and we drink two bottles of wine with our dinner. Needless to say I was feeling really mellow and was looking forward to going dancing. Our waiter told us there was a really nice club about a block and a half away that had a good band, nice atmosphere but you needed an open mind. I asked why an open mind and he said it had a mixed clientele where you will see men dancing with men, women dancing with women and couples like us. He said nobody would bother you as everybody minds their own business but they do get tourists who gawk a lot. It sounded perfect to me so I said to my husband, lets go sweetheart, you promised a night out with dancing included. He smiled, and said, "It's your night baby, anywhere you want to go is fine with me." The car was parked in one of those parking buildings and our waiter said that it was one of the ones that was open 24 hours a day so we decided to walk to the club. When we reached the club you could hear the band playing from outside and they really sounded great and I couldn't wait to go in and do a little celebrating. There wasn't any table's open so we took seats at the bar, which was fine by me as I liked sitting at the bar and ordered our drinks.While waiting for our drinks I looked around the bar to see who was sitting there and saw the sexiest woman I had ever seen, to me, in my life. I just sat there staring at her, mesmerized by her when my husband said who are you looking at, your drink has been in front of you for the last couple of minutes. When I pointed her out to him, he said she really was sexy as hell and asked if she made my pussy hot because of the way I couldn't take my eyes off of her. In my whole life I had never seriously considered being with a woman but for some reason she lit my fire. I didn't want to tell my husband that I was getting turned on by her, so I said are you nuts, she's just very sexy, now lets dance. We walked by her on the way to the dance floor, I couldn't help but stare at her and she looked up, saw me and gave me a big smile. My pussy kind of lurched when she smiled at me, it got all wet and I was almost in a state of shock from the effect she had on me. I kept looking at her while we were dancing and my husband said you have the hots for her don't you. I always knew having two women was his fantasy, but it wasn't mine and he knew it, so I was taken aback that he picked up on that fact. I protested, but he just smiled and said, "OK sweetheart, whatever you say." We danced a couple of numbers in a row, got thirsty and went and sat back down. On the way past this lady, my husband stooped to talk to her for a minute and when he sat down I asked him what was that about. Before he answered there was a tap on my shoulder and when I turned to look it was the sexy lady with her hand on my shoulder and that made my pussy get all wet again. She asked me if I would like to dance and I knew then what my husband talked to her about. I was going to say no but my husband said, "It's your birthday, treat yourself and dance with her," so I figured why the hell not. When we got out on the dance floor she put both her arms around me and pulled me close to her. I couldn't believe what this was doing to me, especially my pussy so I let her hold me close and her body against mine got me even hotter. She wished me a Happy Birthday, asked me if I was enjoying it while she slid one hand down to my ass. She was rubbing my ass with the one hand and then slid the other one down and pulled me in real tight to her so that my pussy was rubbing against her. God, it felt so good I didn't even think about stopping her and beside my husband told me to enjoy myself. She told me how pretty I was, how good I smelled and then she asked me if my pussy smelled that good which made my knees buckle a little. She kissed me on the neck with the softest lips I had ever felt and then she kissed me on my lips and I think I gasped. Her lips were so soft with just a little bit of moisture on them and so succulent the kiss she gave me was unlike any other kiss I had ever had in my life. I can't even describe how it felt but I felt that kiss all the way down to my toes. It was the most incredible kiss and I didn't want her to ever stop kissing me and I came right there with a low moaning sound that had people looking at us. She looked at me with the sexiest look I ever saw, asked me if I would like her to touch me and it was all I could do not to scream out yes so I managed to whisper yes to her. She took me by the hand saying follow me and led the way to the ladies room. We walked into the ladies room and she took me to a booth marked "Handicap" at the back of the ladies room. We went inside, she locked the door, grabbed me, pushed me against the wall and started kissing me while feeling me up. I was lost in that kiss so I just stood there being kissed by her and let her do whatever she wanted to me. She stopped kissing me for a second and I told her she was going to make me come again so she got down on her knees telling me to pull my dress up. By this time I would have done anything she wanted so I pulled it up over my waist, she reached up and in one motion pulled my panty hose and panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them with her help; she spread my legs and started licking my pussy making me go crazy. I loved having my pussy eaten but my husband was not a big fan of cunt lapping and this was a real treat for my pussy. She was also the best cunt lapper I had ever experienced and I had a few boy friends before I got married who loved to eat me. I was standing there with my legs getting weak and very shaky when she found my clit and started sucking on it. I think they heard me out in the club I was moaning so loud and I think I screamed when I came. My legs gave way, I slid down to the floor with cum pouring out of my steaming cunt and the little cunt lapper never let go of my pussy, still licking and sucking like mad making me cum again. I was in pussy heaven because I had never came with such force twice in a row in my life. When I came back down to earth I found the sexpot was taking my dress of so she could see my tits and I told her I wanted to see her tits too. I finished taking off my bra while she took her top off. She stood there staring at my tits while I stared at her tits, which didn't stick out much but were very full with large nipples. I reached out and took one in each hand and discovered I liked how they felt and could now understand why men went nuts over them. She took hold of my tits, squeezing them and then pulling on my nipples making me very horny again. I was standing there naked while she still had her pants on so I told her to take them off. She said OK but you are going to be in for a surprise, so get ready. She pulled her pants down, stepped out of them and my mouth dropped to the floor I think. She had a very small cock sticking straight out that was about four inches long and it looked like it belonged on a little boy. She was looking at me to gauge my reaction and said she was a tranny and I said what the hell is a tranny? She said it was short for transvestite and I said, "Oh, I know what that is." Her little prick was still hard so I asked her if I could touch it. She smiled, said please do, walked over to me and I took it in my hand, My husband is not huge, but he is not small either, about seven inches but very fat as I can't quite get my fist around it. It felt different holding this little prick but I have to say I enjoyed holding and touching it because it was so small I think. I asked her if I could suck on it and she said I could do whatever I wanted to it. I got down on my knees, took the whole thing in my mouth started sucking on it and found I was enjoying sucking this little cock immensely. I could keep the whole thing in my mouth while tonguing her little prick, chew on it and do all kinds of neat stuff to it. Now she was moaning like crazy, begging me to make her cum and telling me she would do anything I wanted if she could cum in my mouth.Now I liked sucking my husbands cock a lot but wouldn't let him cum in my mouth as his cum had a bitter taste and besides he wouldn't eat me. I was curious though to see if it tasted different then my husbands so I kept it in my mouth and made her cum in my mouth. The few times I allowed my husband to cum in my mouth he would cum so much I couldn't hold it all in my mouth and it would run down my chin onto my tits. I was a little surprised when she came that it wasn't a lot of cum so I could hold it all in my mouth with no trouble and then swallowed it. It had a totally different taste then my husbands, not sweet but definitely not bitter, but a taste I could live with and probably learn to like. She was in a state of rapture after being able to cum in my mouth and wanted to eat me again, all the time telling me how wonderful I was. I had to say no to being eaten again because of my husband waiting for me but I told her she was going to come home with us so she could finish what she started and that I also wanted to suck her sweet cock again. She asked how my husband would react when he found out she wasn't a true woman so I asked her if she sucked cock and if she swallowed. She said, "Yes she did eat cock and if I wanted her to blow my husband and swallow she would be only too happy to." I figured that when I explained to him this was as close as he was going to get to a threesome and that the tranny would swallow his cum he would go for it. We started to get dressed and when I looked at her little cock soft you could hardly see it and it made me wonder what it would feel like in my ass. We went back to the bar where my husband was sitting with a very impatient look on his face and he asked where the hell we were and what happened. I said that the lady was coming home with us and I would explain on the way home. He got a big shit-eating grin on his face and said, "What are we waiting for, lets go." On the way home I told him about what happened on the dance floor and in the ladies room but I didn't tell him about the little cock. He had a hard on that looked like it was going to bust out of his pants and I figured it was best to wait and let him find out when we got home so his cock would be out waiting to be serviced. I told him in the car she sucks cock and swallows and I had to make him slow down so he wouldn't kill us. We were all in the front seat and she had her hand stuck up my dress stroking my pussy and when my husband saw that, I really thought he would kill us in a car wreck trying to get home. Now my husband is a tit man and when we finally got home of course the first thing he wanted to see was her tits, so she took her top off making my husband grab his cock. I figured now was the time for a blowjob so I told him to take his pants off and get the cock sucking of his life. He literally tore them off along with his underwear. His cock was standing straight out and it was the biggest I had ever seen it look. I wondered if the tranny would be able to handle his cock but she got down on her knees and managed to get her mouth around it and almost got the whole thing in her mouth. She was sucking on his cock for all she was worth and I could see my husband was having the time of his life, especially since he knew he could shoot his hot load into her mouth and she would swallow it. It wasn't long before he was moaning real loud and then his body stiffened and I knew he was shooting his hot load into her pretty mouth. She was sucking and swallowing like mad but she couldn't handle it all and the cum started leaking out the sides of her mouth. When he finally pulled his prick out of her mouth she gasped and said, "My God, I never had a man come that much before," then she said to him, "Rest up because I want to suck your prick again before the nights over." He was in his glory then, sat down, asked what we were going to do and I said don't worry we will think of something. Then I turned to my little pricked cunt lapper saying, "Lets go up stairs and get comfy" and then I asked my husband if he was coming. He said in a little bit, I'm going to have a beer, but fortunately for me, knowing my husband so well I knew he was going to take a nap as he always does after a blow job and this one was something special. I was real happy then that I decided to let him get his blow job first before we had to undress. The two of us headed up the stairs then with her grabbing my ass and pussy but I had something else on my mind. We went into the bedroom, pulling our clothes off like it was a race and tumbled into the bed. She was trying to get between my legs but I stopped her saying, "Oh no, me first, I want to get real comfortable sucking your hot little cock this time." I lay on my back, telling her to sit on my face because I wanted her to fuck my mouth while I was blowing her. She mounted me sticking her now, rock hard little prick in my mouth and started pumping it in and out of my mouth fucking the shit out of my mouth. I was loving every stroke of that cock as she fucked my mouth and I could wrap my tongue around it while sucking it. She was able to fuck my mouth for only a few minutes before she couldn't hold back any longer and she emptied her hot cum into my mouth, saying, "Oh fuck, oh fuck." I held her cum in my mouth until she pulled that awesome little prick out and then I made her watch me as I swallowed her cum letting it slide down my throat almost making me cum. I lay there stroking my pussy, feeling it get hotter and hotter and she said, "Please let me do that for you" but I said, "No I want you to watch me play with my cunt so your prick will get hard again." She asked why, I said, "When it gets hard I want you to fuck me up the ass and shoot your hot cum in my ass because I always wondered what it would be like to fucked up the ass but my husbands prick is too fat to put in my little ass hole." I lay there finger fucking my pussy, watching her get hot again so I took my two fingers out right before I came and stuck them in her mouth. I saw her little prick stand right up then, so I let her suck the cum off my fingers and then rolled over telling her to fuck me in the ass. She lifted my ass in the air, rubbed her cock over my cunt to get it wet and then in one motion stuck it all the way up my ass. God, it felt so good in my ass, my husband would finger fuck my ass hole sometimes and her little prick felt a little bigger then his finger but it really turned me on knowing I was getting fucked up the ass. While she was fucking my ass, she reached around to my cunt and started frigging my clit. I don't think I ever came as hard as I did then; she turned me into a fucking animal, fucking me up the ass and finger fucking my pussy at the same time. I wanted to stay like that forever with her little cock in my ass and her fingers in my pussy, fucking me into submission. Then she moaned while coming in my ass and it was so hot in my ass hole that I came again while hollering, "Oh yes fill me up with your cum." I collapsed on the bed with her on top of me, we were panting like two dogs when I heard my husband say, what the fucks going on here, she's fucking you. She rolled off of me and we both turned over seeing my husband looking like he couldn't believe what he saw and staring at her tits and then down to her prick which had shrunk up and was trying to hide from him. I sat up, telling him she is a transvestite, her tits were real, she would give him a blowjob any time he wanted one and we were going to keep her so she could fuck the shit out of me. He looked at me like I had lost it but then asked how big her prick is and I told him it was a little bigger then the finger he used in my ass hole. He looked at his hand, said no shit, looked back at us and said, "A blowjob anytime I want huh, could I fuck her in the ass too?"She said, "Well that's a pretty fat cock you have but we could try as long as it doesn't hurt." He nodded his head and said, "Could you blow me while fucking my wife up the ass and eat her pussy while I was fucking her?" She smiled at him and said, "I would be only too happy too and I'll do anything else you think of as long as it doesn't hurt." I looked at him knowing we had him now and saw his cock was hard so I said, you're hard, do you want to be fucked on sucked? He asked what will I do if he gets sucked, so I smiled and said, "I'll give her a blowjob while she's blowing you." He said, "I can't wait to see this, get her hard so we can get this show on the road." I was so glad then that we had gone out for my birthday and there was no doubt this was the best birthday ever. Now let me go suck off that beautiful little prick that gives me so much pleasure.END |
forloveofe09.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/81/forloveofe09.txt | Chapter 9Two weeks later, as Eliza was deep in a spreadsheet, a gentle knock sounded on her temporary office door, her normal office having been made off-limits, ostensibly for "renovation" after her meeting with Kit in the bunker. At her assent, her assistant poked her head through the barely open door to announce, "There's a gentleman to see you, Miss Tinker." "Thank you, Ellen; show him in, please," she answered. As she looked up, Kit came through the door. But this was no Kit she had seen before; instead of the jeans and work shirt, this Kit was wearing a Harris tweed jacket with the requisite leather patches on the elbows, and a pair of dark brown khaki trousers and a pair of very expensive-looking loafers. His tie was properly knotted in the Windsor style, and he was carrying an architect's blueprint case under his arm. He was also wearing glasses. "May I help you, sir?" asked Eliza, concealing her amusement and pleasure under a professional face. "Not at all, miss. I am ready to show you the finished work on your 'office'," Kit said with the same professional demeanor. "Well, then, let's take a look, shall we?" answered Eliza, as she rose and went through the door that Kit was holding open for her. She said nothing as Kit led her to her regular office door. He opened it for her, and she led him inside. "Oh, my," she breathed as she saw the new office. Her desk was no longer squarely in the center of the room, but was slightly off to the right. There was a small tablet-like item on the desktop, just to the right of center. "What's that?" she asked. "Allow me to demonstrate," Kit said, as he seated her behind the desk. "Observe," he said as he brought up a menu and selected an icon. Without a sound, the light level in the room began to diminish as the floor to ceiling windows behind her desk began to darken. "Liquid crystal," he said, in answer to her questioning look. "Goes from perfectly transparent to totally opaque in two seconds. Now, here is the best part." He then touched another icon, and a faint click sounded from the closet door, as it popped open just a crack, as another similar click sounded from the office door. "Unbeatable electronic lock, level 7 secure. That's about like the Pentagon portals; the closet won't open until the office door is secure." With that, he led Eliza to the closet door, opened it to expose a very tidy little spiral staircase leading downward, said "After you, Madame," and closed the door behind them. As the door clicked shut, a gentle lighting system illuminated the entire staircase without shining in Eliza's eyes. She could now admire the New Orleans French Quarter-style ironwork of the staircase as she descended to the bottom of the spiral. As she touched the bottom tread, the lights came up in the new room. Eliza gasped as she beheld the wonders before her. In one corner was a fully functional 4-station Nautilus weight machine, along with an elliptical cross-trainer machine. A little further along the wall was a ballet barre, complete with floor-to-ceiling mirror. On the next wall, she saw a half-dozen stationary bikes, complete with video screens. "Those will access TV or Internet as long as you are pedaling with the program," Kit said. "Slack off, and you go dark." Next Eliza saw a full massage table, and next to it, a curious-looking reclining chair. "Vibrating chair," Kit said with a shrug. "For minor aches, or to wait your turn at the massage table." Eliza asked, "What's over there?" pointing to the far corner area that was untouched by the room lighting. She began walking in that direction as she asked. "That," said Kit, "is the reason for this whole dog and pony show." With that, he snapped his fingers and the light came up in the darkened section. Before Eliza's wide eyes, there appeared a room out of a dream...a wet dream, that is. She looked in wonder at apparati she had only heard tell of, never actually seen. There was a St. Andrew's cross, complete with wrist and ankle straps, and a wall rack with assorted crops, cats, and feathers. She looked at Kit, who merely said, "Different strokes," as he nodded toward the rest of the equipment. There was a chair that looked very similar to the one next to the massage table; only on close examination, Eliza could see the leg extensions that could be folded out, complete with stirrups. There was also a curious opening near the center of the seat. At her glance, Kit said, "Here's the control box," handing her a small remote control device. Eliza pressed a green button and a low hum came from the chair as a small dildo-like device extended from the opening. "That's the attachment post for toys," Kit explained, as he indicated a small container of dildos of varying size. "Press the red button," he suggested. Eliza did so, and was rewarded by the sight of the attachment point beginning a slow up-and-down motion. "The slider on the left controls depth of penetration; the one on the right controls speed." He drew her attention further along the wall to a low platform that was covered in what appeared to be a wrestling mat. It was roughly ten feet square, and about three feet high. "Playpen," he answered to the unspoken question, "large enough for lots of friends, totally non-allergenic, easily cleaned, internally warmed." Next to the platform was a towel-warming rack, complete with a variety of fluffy towels and a laundry bin. Last of all, there was a large octagonal spa, complete with headrests and multiple-jet recliner stations. On the wooden deck surrounding the spa were several beach recliners covered in the same material as the 'playpen'. As Eliza looked around, all she could ask was, "Where's the locker room?" "The door next to the staircase," Kit answered. "Ladies' powder room is on the left, men's jakes on the right as you enter. There are enough lockers for about thirty people; that's about the only thing I didn't change. It was in nearly pristine shape when I got it; a little scrub-a-dub-dub was all it took." "All right... who all knows about the 'special equipment'?" Eliza worried. "Only me," answered Kit, "well, me and UPS, that is, and they have delivered boxes of unknown identity for me before. You'd be surprised at the number of 'exercise' rooms I have built before." Eliza thought for a moment, then smiled. "When do we move in?" she asked, with a sunny smile. "The keys are on your desk... you know, the touch pad?" Kit's eyes crinkled as he smiled back. "The emergency exit is over here next to the barre; merely press the end cap of the barre twice, like this," he said as he walked over to the barre and demonstrated. The section of the wall next to the mirror opened slightly. Kit closed it back again, and continued, "Oh, by the way, notice that if you leave the special area, the lights go back off as soon as the last heat trace gets more than four feet away." Sure enough, the play area was once again shrouded in darkness. "You notice that that area is quite a ways from the rest of the gym. If you want to keep the special area private, just place these signs along the blue line on the floor, thread the caution tape between them, and no one will trigger the lights." With that he indicated a set of plastic sawhorses that had the legend, "Caution: Active Construction Area" emblazoned on the sides in large block lettering. "My, you seem to have thought of everything," Eliza said. "Only thing left to wonder is, what are the 'dues' for this establishment? I don't expect you to absorb the operating costs, too!" Kit smiled. "We'll work something out," he said with a lopsided grin. "I'm sure that there will be a need, time to time, for 'technical consultation' or some such thing; not to mention 'training' for the special equipment..." Eliza laughed heartily. "'Technical consultation', indeed, you old goat! You just want another chance at all that young flesh!" "Well, not that I wouldn't enjoy it, but... I really want to screw the boss. D'you think that might happen, hmmm?" "Well, I don't know...I have a really tight... schedule. But I think something can be arranged," she laughed. "Can we go tell the youngsters now?" "Perhaps you should go... I don't want to blow my cover just yet with your assistant," Kit answered. "I'll join you after everyone else is gone from the office. Just don't be surprised if I come in through the emergency exit." Eliza kissed him, then led him back to the staircase. "We'll go back to the office, and I'll bid you goodbye. Please don't be too late! Everyone should be out of the office by 5:15, so if you're here by 6:00, things should be just getting interesting." Kit agreed, and followed her back up the spiral stairs into her office. He shut the door to the 'closet', and touched the icon again. The two clicks signaled the re-locking of the staircase door and the opening of the office door. Eliza led him out, saying "Thank you sir, for a wonderful job. I'll be sure to recommend your firm to all my business associates! Good day!" for the benefit of her assistant, who was trying not to be obvious as she stood by the door. "Show him out, would you, Ellen?" Eliza chuckled as her assistant craned her head to see the office as she led Kit out toward the reception area. "And would you ask Suni, Jackie, Jay, and Stephanie to see me, please?" Eliza shook her head as she imagined the reaction the youngsters would have at seeing the new location for the first time. "Playpen, indeed," she thought, planning her first session on the new 'special' equipment...To be continued... |
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kates.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/60/kates.txt | My wife Kate and I have been married for about 15 years we have 2 daughters, about 4 years after the birth of our second daughter I had a vasectomy. Kate is 27 years old; she has been taking classes in belly dancing for about 8 years. She goes once a week, during term time and has performed a few times at local events. Kate is about 5' 5" tall, she is a curvaceous size 14 with a 36C Breasts, and she has nice broad hips and a beautiful full, rounded belly. She had been looking for a new dance costume for a good number of months but had not managed to locate one. We were out looking around a town that we don't visit very often when we came across a sign pointing down a dark narrow alleyway advertising an oriental goods shop. Kate walked down the alley which twisted and turned I followed her along until we reached a small old wooden door set back into an old stone building, Above the door was a sign "Hassan's Souk" Kate pushed the door and ducking to go through the low doorway went inside the small dark shop.The heady aromas of exotic foods and spices filled my nose as I followed Kate through the doorway. The inside of the shop was quite dark and it took a short time for my eyes to adjust, as I looked around I spotted an old man who appeared to be in his late 60s sitting behind a counter towards the rear of the shop. The old man was wearing a traditional white Galabia and a knitted cap, and he had a long grey beard.The old man stood up as Kate entered the shop he walked around to our side of the counter as he did he said, "Welcome. Welcome to my shop, beautiful lady." He bowed and took her in his arms and kissed her first on one cheek then on the other. He didn't look at me he didn't even acknowledge that I was in the shop Kate had his complete attention. Kate was blushing.The old man then put his arm around Kate's waist, resting his hand on her bare midriff."Oh what can I do for you beautiful lady?" the old man asked Kate.Kate answered him while blushing, "I was looking for a Traditional Belly Dance costume.""When you say traditional what do you mean?" questioned the old manKate replied "Middle Eastern Tribal Belly Dance..." "Of course," said the old man, "...Belly Dance!" he smiled and patted and rubbed Kate's belly, he then led Kate towards the colourful racks of costumes. They walked around the small shop chatting while he was showing her various costumes; I found a stool by the door to the shop and sat on it to wait. The old man picked out a costume and I heard him talking to Kate about trying it on. He then led her towards the rear of the store he lifted a curtain to reveal a doorway at the rear of the shop. He opened the door and ushered Kate through the door and along a corridor. I saw him hand Kate the costume, before leaving her to try it on.When Kate she came out, she looked absolutely stunning, the costume was magnificent it caused her large, heavy breasts to be pushed up and thrust out, making her cleavage look incredible. The costume also showed her belly off; beautifully the old man looked at her very seriously asking her to turn this way and that finally spinning around completely. He walked over to Kate, and proceeded to adjust the costume, he pushed the bottom part of Kate's costume much, much lower on her hips... so low that I was sure that I could see some of her pubic hair poking out."There, that's better, that's the way you should wear it beautiful lady. You should make the most of your beautiful belly," he said, while adjusting her costume. I watched as his hands caressed Kate's soft tanned belly. He walked away from Kate to the counter. He reached behind and switched on some eastern music. The old man picked up something from a box before returning to Kate. He then began caressing her belly before probing her bellybutton with his fingers. He then held out his hand and showed Kate a sparkling ruby red jewel.The old man said to Kate, "For your beautiful belly," and then he just popped it into her bellybutton hole, where it stayed. "There you go my beautiful lady," he said. "Can you show me a belly roll?"Kate then began to undulate her belly right there in the dimly lit shop, the old man passed her a pair of zills which she began using along to the eastern music that was playing. She was soon shimmying and belly rolling the way her instructor had taught her. "Oh yes my beautiful lady you are indeed Very good ...you have learned well from your teacher." he said to Kate, as he was saying this he had his hands on her bare belly as she rolled it. Kate then placed her hands behind her head, breasts thrust out... soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. The old man began kneading and rubbing Kate's belly right in front of my eyes! The old man then said "I have an idea my beautiful lady, come, come he led her over to the counter where he produced a different top this one had lots of jingling coins on. Kate reached back and unclipped the top she was wearing; I assumed that she was wearing a bra! How wrong could I be! As Kate pulled the top off I became aware that she was now stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop... bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this old man...I couldn't believe it."Ohhhhhhhhhh!" the old man grunted, I watched as his hand went to his groin seeming to rub the large bulge that had appeared in the front of his long white Galabia. Kate just stood there, her breasts bare with there big, fat nipples hardening.The old man then reached out with both hands and took both of Kate's breasts in his hands. He then began rubbing, kneading her breasts, before turning his attention to her hard nipples. Kate just stood there transfixed allowing him to do as he pleased. Soon the old man was gently pulling on Kate's hard nipples and I heard Kate moan with pleasure. I couldn't believe Kate or for that matter me there she was stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old man caressing her breasts in his hands. The old man then led Kate over to an old sofa along one wall, he then undid the bottom half of the costume and allowed it to drop to the floor. Kate just stood there and allowed him to pull her thong down her legs; she even stepped out of them for him. The old man then said, "Bend over my beautiful lady, I am going to fuck you! We will make us a baby in your beautiful soft belly!"To my amazement, I just sat there while Kate bent over on the arm of the sofa leaving her ass in the air and the old man caressed her ass. The old man looked at me for the first time, then commenced to run his hands over Kate's naked body her... breasts... belly... bottom... and the slick folds of her dripping wet pussy. "Boy, watch as I fuck your wife!" he said while looking at me.The old man lifted his Galabia to reveal his big fat cock; it was well over 8 inches in length and as thick as a beer can. He was rubbing the head of his cock up and down Kate's pussy lips spreading his and Kate's juices around her pussy. I then saw Kate spread her legs further apart and push her ass back towards the old man.I could hear Kate's breathing become more laboured and a moan escaped her lips, I could also see Kate's hips thrusting backwards in an effort to get his cock into her pussy.The old man then reached out with his left hand and squeezed Kate's left breast, I heard Kate moan again as he pinched her erect nipple. I watched as the old stick the head of his cock against Kate's pussy lips, and push the bulbous head of his cock slowly in. Kate groaned "Ooohh!" as the old man thrust another three inches into her pussy. The old man was smiling as he started to thrust his cock in and out of Kate's pussy going deeper with each thrust. Kate was bent over the arm of the old sofa with both her breasts out her nipples were hard she had a look of pleasure on her face as he slowly fucked her with his large cock.I still don't know why but I just watched this old man fucking Kate from behind, I could see that Kate was thrusting her bare ass back as he thrust forward. Kate was becoming more vocal as the old man started to fuck her even harder and faster from behind. Kate was almost constantly groaning. "Ohhhh, uuumm Yess." The old man's hands were kneading her soft belly and hanging breasts gently pulling on her swollen nipples, as he continued to gently thrust in and out of Kate's pussy. I watched in stunned silence as he fucked Kate he had about 5 inches of his cock buried in Kate's pussy with about another 4 inches of cock still to go.Kate groaned "Oh, Oh, I m Cumming followed by a long moan "Ohhh," The old man continued to fuck until all of his cock was buried into her pussy. The sound of the pair of them fucking was filling the shop; Kate's groans as she was fucked were louder than the eastern music which was still playing. Once the old man had his big fat cock embedded in Kate's pussy he began to fuck her in Ernest! The sound his large hairy balls hitting Kate's ass as he thrust in and out faster and faster he had his hands caressing and pulling Kate's breasts and nipples. "Ohhh," he moaned as he fucked Kate "oh you beautiful lady I am close. I am going to fill your belly with my seed"I suddenly realised what he had said, I didn't want him to cum inside her, she was not on the pill and I had a vasectomy"Please, Please don't come inside her... she is not on the pill..." I pleaded.The old man continued to thrust in and out of Kate's pussy when to my horror Kate moaned, "Cum inside me... please cum in my belly... give me you seed... make a baby grow in my belly."The old man said, "Yes Beautiful Lady - I will fill your belly with my blessed seed!"The man held Kate by her hips and thrust his cock fully into Kate's pussy; he groaned, "Arrgggg!!" I watched as he came in side Kate... there was so much cum that it was oozing past his cock landing in thick white puddles on the dirty floor of his shop.I was sat there with my head in my hands I couldn't believe what had just happened! What I had allowed to happen!The old man held his cock in Kate's pussy for what seemed like hours all the while caressing Kate's belly and breasts. I heard him say to Kate "Beautiful lady I hope you now have our baby growing in your belly. If not come back and I will try again!" He then slowly pulled his softening cock form Kate's pussy a long string of cum stretched from Kate's stretched pussy to the head of his massive cock.The old man helped Kate lay back on the sofa with her legs closed and her ass raised so as he put it "not to lose any of his blessing."The old man dropped the front of his Galabia covering his cock he then sat by Kate caressing her belly and kissing her as she lay on the sofa. I was stunned as I watched Kate kiss him back pulling him to her. The old man pulled away saying, "Don't worry beautiful lady I will be back." He stood and picking up the costume Kate had been wearing from the floor he walked over to the counter and the till. He beckoned me over, where he took my credit card charging me £300, for the costume. The old man returned to Kate he helped her off the sofa he held her close and the pair of them kissed as they walked towards the changing room, Kate emerged a few minutes later dressed. She thanked the old man kissing him passionately and promising to return.As we left the shop Kate had a look of complete satisfaction on her face, she still had the red jewel in her belly button.A month later Kate announced she was pregnant, she had not allowed me anywhere near her pussy, so I knew it must belong to the old man. She continued to refuse to have sex with me I was reduced to wanking myself for pleasure! Kate on the other hand continued to visit the shop and the old man I was made to sit in the shop while they fucked. Eight months later Kate gave birth to a little baby boy... a son. But obviously not mine, the baby had much darker skin than either of us. The Dr just looked at me with pity in his eyes. The old man even visited Kate and his son in her hospital room...END |
taking.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/58/taking.txt | Back in the 80's before most of the porn theaters disappeared I was lucky enough to meet a wife whose husband didn't give the attention she wanted. I plied her with drinks and compliments and one night I talked her into going to the theater by telling her she would get all the attention she wanted.Remember the 80's with all those long loose skirts? She loved to wear them and after a few love sessions when ever she met up with me I had her wearing either thigh highs or gartered stockings. She held me tightly the first time we walked into the theater. I sat her down on the aisle seat so no one could bother her by sitting next to her, but all the guys across the aisle could see if we started to play. For the first 10 or 20 minutes we just sat and watched the movie. I finally leaned over and told her if she was getting turned on she should start raising her skirt. If I saw her do that then I would take that as a signal to start caressing her legs, thighs and panty covered pussy.I didn't have to wait long before she began to bunch her skirt up onto her thighs. About 10 guys were gathered in the rows in front, back and across from us. They all turned their attention to Rita when they saw her raise her skirt. She also noticed that she was the center of attention and that really let her loose. She spread her legs and grabbed my hand and placed it just below the leg band of her thigh highs. I began to stroke her leg in small circles, drawing her skirt even higher and making her breathe in shorter and shorter gasps. I widened the circle until I was touching bare skin above her stocking top and just below her panty covered pussy. She was now squirming in her seat. I finally touched her pussy with my finger, she grabbed my hand and placed it firmly on her cunt and shook in her chair as she came. I now put one of her legs over mine and bunched her skirt into her waist exposing her panties for all to see. I lifted a leg band and inserted a finger and slowly began to finger fuck her. I put in a second finger and started to caress her clit with my thumb. As soon as I touched it she came again. One guy behind us put his hands around her and grabbed a tit. Rita jumped in her seat and I saw a frightened look on her face. I told the guy no touching, but he could look all he wanted, but Rita was too shaken to continue so we left. She was still turned on though and gave me a blow job in the car on the way home. I asked her if she enjoyed herself and would ever want to go back. She said it was one of the most exciting things she had ever done and if no one would touch her she would love to go back sometime. From then on at least once a week I took her to the theater.I would guide her down the center aisle with my hand stroking her silky skirt covered ass, remember the 80's were polyester paradise, everything was silky and slithery. Rita's skirts and dresses were no different. Over the knee but still very sexy. The great thing about long skirts is if the woman wants to show a little thigh, she has to do it on purpose. And my lovely Rita loved to do it on purpose, especially when she got comfortable in the theater. Our seats were always on the aisle, so she could give a good show to lots of men, but also no one could sit next to her. After the second time there, the regulars knew us and would spread the word, don't touch the women and you're going to see a great show. After our second trip Rita also knew that play time was up to her, I wouldn't touch her until she started to raise her skirt up over her legs. When her skirt got high enough that me and all the men gathered around could see her bare thighs above her stocking tops, but before she exposed her panties, I would put my hand on her bare thigh and caress it while moving it upward towards her panty covered pussy. Once I arrived at her cunt and stroked her pussy lips and clit she would cum quickly. Then I would move a leg band and insert a finger or two and finger-fuck her. The third time we went and thereafter I turned her towards the aisle so all the men could easily see me finger fucking her. The fourth time we went I unbuttoned her blouse and allowed the men to see her bare tits, which for the first time I kissed and sucked in the theater. I continued to stroke and finger her pussy and she had an even stronger orgasm. At our sixth or so time there she got brave enough to give me a blow job. She turned on her seat to face my crotch and showed her ass to the men on the aisle. While she was sucking on my cock I was slowly raising her skirt up the back of her thighs until it was gathered across her back completely exposing her panty covered ass to the eyes of the crowd. I scrunched down as best I could so Rita could get as much of my cock into her mouth as she could and I could reach around her and stroke her ass and pussy for the men to see. I was even able to pull her panties out and away from her leg so I could get a finger into her cunt and the men would get a good view of me finger fucking her, her pussy juice covered thighs shone in the light from the projector. I was surprised that Rita had gone that far, all we had talked about was how her husband ignored her, and how she loved being the center of attention at the porno theater by just showing some leg and pussy. I hadn't expected our playing in public to go hard core, but once it did all bets and rules were off the table. The next time we went she sat on my lap and let me fuck her. It was all her instigation. Almost as soon as we sat down her skirt was up to her waist and she had my fingers buried in her pussy. Not too much longer after that she had my dick out and was sucking me off. And not too soon after that she sat up facing the screen, moved over onto my lap, took my cock in her hand and guided it into her cunt. She did all the fucking, I just sat there loving the feeling of her warm pussy surrounding my dick and looked at the men around us with their eyes glued to the fornicating beauty in their midst. I reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bare tits. This time when one of the men touched her tit she didn't freak, she just gave a little shudder and fucked me harder and faster. The men took this as a go ahead and three more men began to stroke her tits and rub her nipples. Rita bucked down on me even more and then gasped and held her breath as uncontrollably her hips and lower torso spasmed and jerked around the cock buried in her pussy. We left soon after she regained her senses. On the ride home she asked why I let the men touch her and I said because she did nothing to stop them, and she even seemed to like their touches. So I asked her why she let the men touch her, she shyly said she did like it, and when she had three hands all stroking her nipples and tits she had one of her deepest orgasms. So I asked her when we go again do you want me to stop the men from touching you and she said no.It was almost chaos the next time we went. Rita was so ready for the night she had me play with her pussy on the drive to the theater, something we never did before. And it was Rita who made me stop before she came, it was she who wanted to be hot and bothered as she entered the theater and eager for her pussy to be fucked. As soon as we found our usual seats Rita had my pants unzipped and her mouth around my cock. As soon as I was hard she had her pussy back on my dick and she was ready to be fucked. And this time it was Rita who unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bare tits. She started playing with them and pulling her own nipples as she rocked back and forth on my lap. To everyone's surprise she told the man sitting in front of her, who had turned around to watch the action, that she wanted to suck his cock. He didn't take long to respond, and he didn't take long to cum in her mouth. Almost within seconds he was filling Rita's mouth with his sperm. She swallowed all she could, wiped off her lips and asked the man sitting next to him if he wanted his cock sucked. Rita wound up sucking five different cocks while fucking me and when I finally came in her pussy she let three more men fuck her. After she rose from my lap, she bent over the back of her chair with her ass facing the movie screen, pulled her skirt up her legs and over her panty covered ass and said to no one in particular and everyone in general fuck my pussy, someone fuck my pussy. She then rested her head on her folded arms atop the seat back and waited for someone to put their cock in her waiting cunt. She fucked four men that way, just letting them use her pussy as a sperm depository.We only went to the theater only a couple of times after that because Rita and her husband started counseling, and she wanted to make her marriage work for the sake of her kids. But those next times were memorable. She would suck off a few guys while fucking me, then once I came she would fuck anyone who wanted to, which turned out to be more than 10 guys each time. She got to the point where she wouldn't wait for the men to come to her, she started walking around the theater and fucked the men in their seats. She would raise her skirt or dress as she walked so she could show off her stocking clad legs and panty covered pussy and ass. Ahhh, the lovely Rita, I shall never forget you and those gangbangs you left in my mind. |
valerie.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/50/valerie.txt | Well... it happened shortly after we got married. Less than months actually. For some strange reason, that December night, my innocent and sometimes socially anxious wife Valerie, was feeling very free. Normally, a very jealous person, for some odd, weird reason that night, she suggested we go to a strip club. This was at a time in my life when I would go to such establishments every six months or so with friends, and usually confess to a very angry wife. For her to offer to go, was something so out of the blue, I still have a hard time understanding the motivation. She suggested we call a friend, not my usual friends, but a stranger to her. I that point I began to wonder if she secretly wanted to have sex with someone. I had talked before about my desire to watch her with another guy. At first it frightened her... it is a strange concept. But during heated moments of sex, I had learned to incorporate the use of toys... and talking very, very dirty to her. I got to the point, where I could get her to look me deep in the eyes, and then I would say, "I want you to fuck another man. I want to come home and hear the shower running and you moaning as you're being fucked by another guy." At which point she would orgasm instantly.I actually don't know if she was manipulating the situation or me that night. But the friend, the stranger she hasn't met, was by far the best looking of all my friends. He was much different than me. I am very, very thin. And he was very muscular. I am not gay whatsoever, but from my perspective he is what I perceived as the ideal wanted by women. I didn't feel threatened by him. I was turned by the idea. But I also didn't see it as a possibility. Valerie is well, bashful and sexually repressed most of the time. I have seen glimpses of her slutty side. But most of the time, she stops herself from expressing fantasies about multiple partners, or fucking someone in front of me. That night, she was free and liberated. It was like a switch had been flipped. I called Jeff, and went and picked him up. He and Valerie hit it off immediately. He has a really goofy self-confidence that Valerie found comfortable. She ordered her favorite drink, Margarita-salt. As the night went, Jeff and I took turns handing dollars to the girls. We bought Jeff dances. After a couple of drinks Valerie was lit. When she was walking to the ladies room, I caught him staring at her, and his eyes wandering down to my wife's ass. I told him how it was my fantasy to watch Valerie with another guy and if he thought that was strange. To my surprise Jeff and fulfilled the role of surrogate sex partner for another couple before and he told me how great it was for everybody, and how he could seduce Valerie, jokingly of course. I told him I was 100% for it. We drove back to our apartment, and made more drinks. Valerie was very, very horny. I turned on the radio and got behind her and started to bump and grind my wife with the beat of the music. Instantly she began rubbing back. Oblivious to Jeff. Then Jeff walked into the kitchen and began bumping and grinding my wife from the front. She almost lost control, as she guided both of us to the living room. Then Jeff shocked me and Valerie, but unzipping his pants and pulling his engorged cock out not 12 inches from Valerie's face. And then my beautiful, faithful, shy wife said something I will never forget. She took his cock in her hand, began to open her mouth, and then turned her head to me and asked, "Do you mind?"I said, "No, please go for it." She laughed, "Oh goodie!" Then Valerie began sucking Jeff's cock right in front of me. She was so ready, and began removing her pants instantly. I moved around the other side to help remove them. Her jeans and panties came off at once. I then watched her grab his dick and slide it in her. After brief amount of fucking, they realized they should slow it down.She stood up her shirt still on, and Jeff and pulled it up. I got to unhook her bra as she kissed him. Kissing him deeply at first, pulling and giving away to touching tongues, flicking each other playfully, ending in the moans of Valerie. As her bra came off, her nipples poked stiffly waiting for our tongues to lick them with the same playful flicks. I can still remember what that was like, feeling the vibration of her moans as I kissed her neck. Reaching down to feel her wet pussy only to find that Jeff's fingers were already inside her. She then reached down for Jeff's head slowly pulling it up and said, "I want to ride you!"She took him to the corner of the room. Almost wanting privacy from me, and rode him. Rode him, feeling every inch of his cock deep inside her. He was definitely wider than me, and Valerie was definitely in ecstasy from it.What a rush it was to see her glistening pussy riding up and down on the fat cock of another man. To see his hands grab her ass, spreading her cheeks, and rubbing his finger on the rim of her ass. I watched every stroke and almost came on myself when I saw her cream on his cock as she orgasmed. He then took her over to the middle of the living room and laid her down.He ate her out while she sucked on my dick. She was writhing again in ecstasy when she bolted up. She then whispered in my ear that he had just stuck his tongue in my wife's asshole. I couldn't take it anymore, I told her I wanted to fuck her now. And after only a few seconds of fucking her from behind I came in her. Probably the other image I had seared in my brain, was when, after going to bathroom to clean up, walking back in on my wife and Jeff kissing and groping up against a wall. For the first time that night, she was acting outside of the controlled environment of me watching. She had no idea that I had come back in and went after what she wanted.Spent from the sex, we decided to relax on our balcony. She sat in the middle of us, rubbing his leg and my leg, more like petting. As we sat, I began feeling instantly horny again. I told her I wanted to watch her fuck again. My shy, innocent wife, then came out in a black teddy, and said, "Which one of you boys wants me first!"I told her I wanted to see her ride Jeff again. So there on the couch for the second time that night, she climbed on his lap sliding his cock straight up inside her.After a few minutes, she wanted on me, so she hopped off of his lap and onto mine, and I fucked my wife again, cumming inside her. We never again have done that since, though I have practically begged. Since that time, we have talked about it, and one thing I learned about that night, years later, was that she had no clue I arranged it. She was acting strictly from the alcohol, so she says. I am still hoping that one day, when I can see that free and liberated side of Valerie. END |
conditioning.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/81/conditioning.txt | It was a gorgeous Saturday morning. Paul just got out of the shower and saw Amanda out on the deck laying in her bikini. His dick started to get hard again as he began thinking back to last night. He cupped his hand over the crotch of his pants feeling his hard dick swell even more as he watched Amanda applying the suntan lotion over her gorgeous white thighs. Paul and Amanda met in college. She was a cheerleader for the football team. She grew up in a strict Catholic family and was so inexperienced when it came to having sex when they first met. Paul remembered how it took several months to finally get into Amanda's pants. That didn't happen until after his proposal about two weeks later Paul remembered. She was only nineteen at the time and even though she accepted his proposal she wanted to wait until she finished college before the actual wedding date was set that June of her senior year. They got married that year and right after the honeymoon Paul got himself a job as a young executive at a manufacturing company just outside of Ann Arbor Michigan. Amanda managed to latch onto a good paying job at a bank as a financial adviser where she still works to this day. They bought a small house a year later and Paul was doing great until his company. They were celebrating their fourth year anniversary when Paul got the news that his company was brought out by another firm. A few months later they began merging jobs to other locations. Paul was a causality and soon out of work. Amanda became the bread winner in the household while Paul searched for a permanent job.It pretty much put a big strain on their marriage. Paul felt so measurable working these low paying part time jobs while he searched for something more permanent. The financial strain lead to frequent arguments. They just weren't getting along very well under the circumstances. Paul finally found a job at a small local company ran by the widow of its founder. Her name was Cathy. She was in her late fifties and hired Paul as her new CEO. She was still very attractive and desirable for her age. The real fact she hired Paul was because she liked younger men and thought Paul was very handsome. Paul sucked it all in for the benefit of his job and getting huge raises and bonus checks in just the few short months of his employment.Cathy called Paul into her office one Monday and told him she had planned to attend a company conference in New York for a few days and wanted Paul to come with her. Paul had no choice but to accept her offer and told Amanda that night he'd be going out of town for a few days with his boss.There were company meetings to attend during the day which kept him busy. He got a dinner invite from his boss the next afternoon. A nice dinner with wine and a little dancing afterward. That's when Cathy made her move on Paul corning him on the dance floor in a dark corner. He tried to resist but ended up spending the night in her hotel room that night. Cathy seduced him that night and he felt so obligated to have sex with her since she had been given Paul absolute control over her small company. When Paul returned home that weekend he felt so guilty about what he'd done that he confessed to Amanda the first night telling her everything that happen. Confessing to Amanda wasn't exactly the smart thing to do. She packed her things the next morning an filed for a divorce the following Monday morning.It was her strict upbringing that brought her to that decision plus talking to her mother didn't help much either. So, the house was sold and the divorce was final within a few short months. Paul saw his life and dreams turn into a nightmare in just one week. Paul soon quite his job working for Kathy and moved to Ohio where he began working for a small bank. He kept in touch with Amanda. Paul was still very much in love with Amanda and thought she felt the same way about him As the weeks and months past by she finally confessed that her quick judgment was a mistake and told Paul she was very sorry she listened to her Mothers advice about filing for a divorce in the first place. She was very angry at the time of the incident. They're talks became more frequent and one day Amanda invited Paul to come visit her at her new condo she just bought. Paul only lived about an hour and a half away so it was no problem making the trip one Saturday to visit his ex-wife and see her new condo.Paul arrived early that Saturday which they spent a few hours talking and getting reacquainted. Paul was amazed at the new condo Amanda had bought. The place was really nice with three bedrooms, two baths, and a gorgeous view of the woods right behind the development. Paul was proud of the way she continued her being so successful. and independent. They had a fabulous dinner together at one of the local restaurants in Ann Arbor. Paul was ready to leave for the drive back home that evening when Amanda asked him to stay the night. That night turned into a new beginning for them both. Paul had no idea how or why Amanda changed but sex was so very different with her now. She seemed so experienced at having sex. Paul remembered how she seemed to work on his cock so expertly like she had been reading a book on how to perform a good blow job on a man. Amanda had taken the time teasing him and touching places she never had before. He almost went into shock when she worked herself under his body somehow and began licking his ball sack and poking the tip of her tongue between his ass cheeks. She was acting like a total slut. Paul didn't understand it. Perhaps it was because she hadn't seen him in so long and wanted to perform at her best. Paul knew he wasn't built that large. He only measured slightly over five inches in length and not that thick. Paul remembered how Amanda settled herself onto his cock that night. Teasing him with her newly shaved pussy. Something she'd never done when they were married.It was a great new look at he absolutely loved. Her pussy looked so fresh and young looking. When she finally got herself fully impaled that night Paul almost went into shock at the way she was moving her body around above him. She was like an exotic dancer in a seated position seductively moving every party of her hot body above him.That wasn't the only think he noticed that night. Her pussy felt like it now had a mind of its own the way her muscles tightened around his cock. It was all too strange. At first her pussy felt much looser then he remembered but she used her pussy muscles to great advantage to work his load from his balls that night. Amanda was just so amazing that night the way she performed sex that Paul was just happy and so pleased. They had a very emotional conversation that Sunday with Amanda even asking Paul to move back to Michigan with her. Paul gave it some thought over the following week and called Amanda that Thursday telling her he'd work something out as soon as he could.The bank Paul was working for was just putting a branch in the Ann Arbor area so Paul was the first to volunteer for a job transfer which he got a few weeks later. Paul had been making weekly trips in the mean time to see Amanda. Their sex life was so amazing now and Paul couldn't be happier. Paul even proposed marriage to Amanda and she accepted his proposal for the second time.It was mutual between them both that when Paul moved back in with Amanda that he would stay in another bedroom at her condo. Amanda thought it would be a more romantic setting having Paul sleep in another room. He didn't mind. He was just so happy being back home with her again and getting a new start together. During the first two weeks back, Paul got adjusted to working at the new bank location working long hours that kept him and Amanda from seeing one another during much of the evening. Things began settling down giving him and Amanda more free time to spend getting re-acquainted after their long separation.Amanda seemed so different than before their divorce. She was much more independent now which Paul seemed to like about her now. Her wardrobe had changed since they were married. Amanda had an array of sexy dresses now that enhanced her gorgeous figure like low cut cleavage and short tight fitting around her gorgeous curves. She also added a huge collection of new 6" spike heeled shoes. She looked like a slut when she dressed for work these days.It was a Saturday morning. Paul had taken Amanda out for an early breakfast in downtown Ann Arbor. It was an outdoor café. Their food arrived and about halfway into their meal Amanda got a phone call. "Oh, Hi Rob. I didn't expect to hear from you." Paul heard her say.Amanda looked a bit uncomfortable sitting across from Paul speaking to this other person on the phone.There were a lot of quick one word replies from Amanda to whomever she was speaking to."Yeah, sure... That would be nice..." Pause from Amanda squirming in her seat. "I... Well... Maybe we can get together...Let me call you back... Eating breakfast with a friend right now."Friend? Paul thought to himself. She's hiding something. "Yeah...That would be great... Bye."Amanda quickly put the cell phone back inside her purse and quickly began eating again as if nothing had just taken place."Who was that Amanda?" Paul asked."Um...It was a friend... Someone I know..."Paul kept chewing as he starred over at Amanda. "You seemed a little upset. Is everything alright?""Everything is fine. I'll tell you about it later."Paul continued to eat his breakfast leaving it alone for now. He was certainly curious about the phone conversation and hoped Amanda would explain what it was all about.They're Saturday continued with a walk in the park and driving by a lake later that afternoon. They sat down on a bench near the water when Amanda finally opened up about the phone call."Paul. A few months after our divorce I started seeing this guy named Rob."Paul was a bit shocked but under the circumstances it appeared normal for Amanda to date. Paul sat quietly as Amanda explained. "I felt very lonely at the time and I guess I just needed a person to lean on and help me thru those difficult times."Paul held her hand while she continued to speak. "I met Rob at one of the little cafe's downtown. He made some sort of comment about my hair and the next thing I knew we were having lunch together. I gave him my phone number and we went out the next night."Amanda was transfixed in telling the details of how she met this man. Starring at the water while she spoke."We started seeing each other more regularly. I guess you could say we were dating."Amanda sighed. "Paul... It was so different. I can't really explain it. Rob made me feel like a woman again. He taught me things I never really dreamed about. It was so incredible!"Amanda squeezed Paul's hand looking over at him. "Honey. I'm so sorry. I just felt I needed to tell you this."Paul held her hand tight. "It's alright. Tell me more."Amanda sighed again continuing her story. "Well. We began seeing each other every day. Rob began spending the night with me and things started getting more serious."Amanda paused again looking at Paul straight into his eyes. "Paul. That man taught me so much in so little time."Paul asked. "Do you mean about sex?""Yes." She replied.It was all coming together for Paul now. The way she moved and acted during sex. She had learned everything she knew from this guy Rob. "You see. Rob works in sales for this medical manufacturing company. His job calls for him to travel sometimes. We met one night and Rob told me he had to take a transfer out of town with his company out in Southern California. It was a bit pay increase and I told him to take it."Amanda began to cry a little as Paul held her hand. She took a tissue out from her purse and wiped her eyes and continued with her story. "We continued to see each other right until the last day before Rob had to catch a plane out west. Rob's been calling me every other day checking up on me to see how I'm doing. His calls got a little infrequent these past few weeks. I just figured he had finally moved on perhaps with someone else and..."Paul comforted her. "It's OK. I understand."Amanda sniffled as she replied looking at Paul. "Rob's phone call this morning. He wanted to surprise me. He said he was moving back to Michigan. He...said he couldn't wait to see me again... Didn't want to tell me a few weeks ago when he found out the good news. Wanted it to be a surprise!"Paul just starred at the water in deep thought."Honey! What I'm I going to do? Rob would be so devastated if he knew I was engaged to my ex-husband."Paul paused for a moment than looked at Amanda. "What do you want to do?"Amanda blurted out. "Paul. I love you very much! I just don't want to hurt Rob and...""It's OK. We'll work something out."Amanda wrapped her arms around Paul and began to cry. Paul rubbed her back for a while letting her vent until they finally stood up and walked back to the car hand in hand.They got home after a quiet ride back in the car. Paul fixed a small dinner for them both as they sat down quietly to eat. Paul had done a lot of thinking. He certainly felt a little shocked by everything Amanda had told him but on the other hand she confessed that she loved him very much. "So. Is our engagement still on or what?" Paul asked Amanda after dinner.She smiled back at him giving him a big hug as she replied that it was still on. Amanda changed into some black lingerie later that evening at came out and sat down next to Paul on the sofa. They held hands as they watched a movie. Paul began thinking about the way Amanda had opened up sexually. Meeting this guy Rob wasn't all that bad of a thing. He certainly changed her for the good Paul thought to himself/ He enjoyed sex so much more now and knew that Amanda really had an appreciation for pleasing her sexual partner now.Paul wasn't stupid. Nor was he going to be corned into doing something he felt was wrong. After much thought he got the guts to ask Amanda a question."Do you want to see this guy Rob again?"Amanda looked over at Paul with a surprised look on her face as she held his hand."Well. I guess I was going to see him once he got back into town and explain the circumstances to him.""I figured you'd want to do something of that natural but what I really wanted to know was if you wanted to continue seeing him once he moved back?"Amanda looked a bit confused as she replied. "What do you mean?"Paul took a deep breath before replying. "Amanda. You're a different person now. I don't know how to explain it. I love the way you've come out sexually. You're so...Hot!"Amanda laughed. "Yeah. I guess I can thank Rob for that one.""He must have taught you lots of things didn't he?""Yes. Loved having sex with Rob. Honey. I can't explain it. Rob has a very dominating personality. He explained to me how he likes to train his woman to please him. Likes them to be submissive."Paul laughed. "You mean he's into the bondage thing? You know. Handcuffs and tying you up and stuff?"Amanda laughed. "No silly. Rob isn't that way at all. He just has this way about him where he can take over your thoughts and control your mind. ""So you were submissive to him?""Yes. Rob liked it that way. He never forced me to do anything. You have to want it. It's hard to explain how Rob uses these techniques. I mean. He started out slowly and explained in detail how and what he'd like me to do. I guess you could say he brought things out of me that were deep inside my mind. Things I never really understood. Rob took the time to allow me to appreciate what I was doing."Paul began kissing Amanda. He was messaging one of her tits poking his hand under the thin material of her negligee. Without asking. Amanda got down on her knees and started to tug on Paul's pants unbuckling the belt and pulled down the zipper. He lifted himself up enough to slip his pants down to the floor as Amanda scooted between his legs and began working on his cock.She handling his cock so skillfully making Paul moan as he closed his eyes enjoying the please he was receiving from her daintily lipstick covered lips. He just leaned back and enjoyed the blow job as she worked the tip of her tongue on his increasingly throbbing cock. Amanda worked her lips and tongue making Paul moan even louder as he arched his hips up allowing better access to his cock for Amanda to suck. It didn't take long before he came. Amanda took his cum inside her mouth holding it on the tip of her tongue opening her mouth to show Paul his offering. She quickly closed her mouth swallowing his cum looking up into his eyes as she continued licking the head of his cock clean. She arched up kissing his lips. He could taste his own cum on her lips as their tongues mingled sharing what was left of his hot seed.Paul slept in his own room again that night starring up at the dark ceiling. The question of Amanda wanting to see this guy named Rob again was really never answered. Amanda came out cheerful and smiling for breakfast the next morning. Once they ate Paul got around to asking that question again only he put it a different way. "So. When are you going to see this guy Rob again?""We spoke on the phone last night before I went to sleep. He said he's be back in town on Friday. He'll be living at the same apartment complex and having his furniture delivered that day.""So you're going to see him that Friday?""That's what I was thinking. Is it alright with you?" She asked looking like a little girl wanting candy."Yeah. Sure. Don't mind at all."Amanda gave Paul a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. "Um...Have you told Rob about me... Hugh... staying here I mean?""Hugh...Yes... I told him... I Ugh... Didn't tell him everything."Paul looked at Amanda waiting for an explanation. "Well. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I thought I'd wait to explain things to him in person.""Have you talked about me before?" Paul asked."Yeah. We have. Sort of. Rob never really cared and thought it was a good idea not to bring up the past."Amanda was standing near the sink in the kitchen. She looked like she wanted to say something so Paul just stood nearby waiting to see what she was going to say next."Paul... I was thinking. I mean I thought of an idea." She said as she came forward encircling her arms around Paul's waist. She looked up at him with those little girl eyes giving him a passionate kiss as she held her hands tight around his waist."Paul. What if we pretended something. I mean, not telling Rob you're my ex-husband.""What do you mean?"Amanda sighed. "I kind of came up with this scenario last night. Let me explain."Amanda pulled Paul into the living room and sat down on the sofa right next to him still holding his hands."What if we pretend to be brother and sister? It might be a lot of fun if I were too..."Paul cut her off saying. "You mean you want to fuck this guy? Don't you?"Amanda sighed. "Listen Paul... Remember during our first year of marriage how you used to fantasize about having me fuck another man? I'd play along with your fantasy teasing you and pretending that I was going to go out with someone else and how we had such wild sex."Yeah. I remember." Paul replied.Amanda kept holding Paul's hands with hers as she continued. "Remember the nights I'd go into the other bedroom and pretend I was having sex with another man? I'd make all kinds of silly sounds and come back into our room and you would just about rape me afterward.Paul smiled. "Yeah. I remember."Amanda kind of sat there waiting for some sort of reply other than that short one he just gave. "Well." She said.Paul replied. "You mean you really want to do this. I mean fuck Rob and come home and tell me about it? Is that it?"Amanda smiled in a devilish way replying. "I could do it here in my room. You could listen."Paul's heard was beating hard now. He was thinking. The idea aroused him for sure."OK. Let's say we do this. Than what? What happens next I mean. We still getting married?"Amanda leaned over and grabbed Paul around the neck looking him straight in the eyes as she placed her soft sweet lips onto his. "Of course darling. You can be my little cuckold husband."Paul's eyes widened when he heard Amanda say what she just said. "Cuckold husband?" Paul said.Amanda giggled like a little schoolgirl. "Rob told me this story about a married woman he dated. Her husband encouraged her to date other men. Rob told me these stories on how the husband would even eat Rob's cum from her freshly fucked pussy."Paul looked at her in a strange way. "You mean you want me to eat your pussy after you've been fucked by another man?"Amanda giggled but changed the subject very quickly. "Why don't we ride into town and look around the shops today? We can talk some more while we walk."Paul smiled. Looked like Amanda had everything planned out ahead. It was an interesting idea she came up with but didn't understand why she just didn't come out and tell this guy Rob that he was her ex- husband.We spent the afternoon looking in little shops around town that day and I finally got my questions answered as to why Amanda didn't want to tell Rob that I was her ex-husband."Honey. Don't you think it would be much more erotic and exciting letting Rob think you my brother? Let me give you an example. Rob told me that when he dated that married woman he felt as if he couldn't be himself around him and held a lot of things back."Paul replied. "You mean you think he won't be as good a lover if he knew your ex-husband was hanging around?"Amanda sighed as she held Paul's hand while they walked around town. "I don't want Rob to change the way we have sex and I'm afraid if I tell him the truth it won't be the same."Paul learned that afternoon how much Amanda enjoyed having sex with Rob. He also learned that Rob was a black guy. She'd become spoiled with his big black cock and the way their relationship was going. Amanda made it very clear that she loved Paul very much but wasn't in a position right now to give up the fabulous sex she had with Rob.Rob had taught her about a lot of subjects since he dated a married woman. She learned about being a HotWife even though her and Paul were still legally divorced she didn't see any reason why she couldn't act like a HotWife.Amanda put her HotWife skills to work that night when she got all dressed up in sexy lingerie. Black garter with black stockings and heels. She laid down in bed next to Paul playing with his dick teasing him as she got him extremely aroused.She was using humiliation on him as she laid on her side with her leg up over his shoulder while stroking his dick. Making Paul lick her pussy very delicately as she rubbed her well oiled hand on his dick."That's it baby. Lick Mamma's pussy for her. Make it all nice and wet and hot for me. That's it baby. Lick it good."She was bucking her hips up to meet the rhythm of his tongue slipping between her pink puffy pussy lips. Paul was performing what he always liked to do on Amanda except he wanted to fuck her right now but Amanda kept pushing him back onto the bed each time he tried to get up."Keep licking me baby. Show Mommy how you can make me wet and horny."Paul went along with it and kept working the tip of his tongue on her clit and pussy lips as she moaned tilting her head back with passion. Amanda kept working on his cock squeezing it harder as she stroked it with her hand. Paul knew that the way it was going that he's soon spew his load right there in her hand rather than inside her pussy. He got the feeling that's what she wanted him to do."That's it baby. Mommy's pussy needs a nice big black cock inside it, don't you think?""Yes." Paul reluctantly replied as he continued to lick."Oh... You're so good at that honey... So good at licking my pussy. You going to make Mommy cum just thinking about Rob's big cock inside me."Amanda was doing enough on his cock with her hands and the baby oil she rubbed on it a few minutes ago but was hoping for much more tonight like one of the blow jobs she'd been recently giving him or riding his cock like so many other nights since his return back to Michigan.Paul looked up at Amanda's tits which were exposed in this outfit she wore. Her nipples were hard as little rocks and her tits jiggled with the movement of her hands on his cock. He kept thinking how gorgeous and sexy she looked. Paul tried to imagine how she looked with a big black cock stuffed inside her pink pussy. He was trying to imagine how it might stretch her pussy lips apart. Would it be so tight that the lips clung to Rob's cock? His mind drifted in every direction now as Amanda quickened her strokes on his cock. He could tell that she was eager for him to cum soon and he also knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He continued licking ever so gently as she stroked his cock a few last times until Paul let out a loud groan as his cock began spurting its hot white load.Amanda kept squeezing it pointing it down toward the bed sheets not wanting to get any cum on herself except what leaked onto her hands. His body jerked a few more times as she squeezed the last of his cum from his veins. She reached toward the end of the bed grabbing a towel and quickly wiped her hands dry before applying it onto Paul's shrinking cock wiping up as much of the cum as she could with the towel.Amanda scooted forward away from Paul's tongue. He never did give her an orgasm tonight and quickly apologized for not doing so."It's alright darling. I'm a little tired to night anyway."What Paul really suspected was that Amanda was trying hard not to have an orgasm tonight so she would be that much more aroused once Rob returned at the end of the week.Present day: Amanda was still out on the patio sitting in the sun. Paul could see her talking on her cell phone likely making plans with Rob for later that day. Amanda certainly spent the past week getting Paul conditioned this past week. In a polite but firm manor she made it clear that her pussy was off limits to Paul now that Rob was returning into the picture.Paul was disappointed that Amanda wouldn't even suck his cock this week and even questioned it with her last evening getting a polite response back from her. "Honey. We don't want you to get spoiled now do we? I think it's best that Mommy makes those decisions for you on how you get to use your little cock from now on."Amanda had told him that while cupping his balls through his pants last night making him want her even more. After kissing him gently on the lips she smiled at Paul rubbing the palm of her hand along his crotch saying."I want you to stay nice and horny for me when Rob gets here tomorrow."Amanda was definitely getting into this cuckold thing. The problem was that Paul enjoyed what she was doing to him and couldn't help it.Paul saw Amanda walking back toward the condo. She slipped the sliding door open as her little round ass shook with each movement she took in that tiny little bikini. She looked at Paul with a smile and said."Honey. I want you to come into the bedroom with me and help me pick out something to wear tonight."Paul flowered her swaying little round ass back to the bedroom. Paul's cock was rock solid hard as he thought to himself. "She's going to get plenty of black cock inside that sweet little pussy tonight. Or as Rob probably referred to it as Sweet White Pussy..."ENDThank you for reading my story. You can read my bio at www.karenkayonline.com |
caughtintheact.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/72/caughtintheact.txt | When we were a new couple, pretty young, 20 and 19, we had an insatiable appetite for sex. Even having kids very young did not slow down the wife and me. In some ways, it made us more adventurous, trying to find time to sneak away and get a little was an ongoing game. We lived near our parents and so on occasion, we would go camping together. This is the account of what happened one week we went camping with my mother in-law. We were staying in her small camper with our two kids and my wife's mother. She knew we were adventurous and always hand our hands on each other. Young dumb and full of cum they call it. One late evening, the kids were fast asleep and we lay on the tiny fold down bed in her camper talking. I was behind my wife and feeling frisky. At some point I must have begun rubbing my hips against my wife and it must have been obvious because her mother noticed. Rather than make something embarrassing out of it, she was real good at making it a fun joke. "Sheesh! Yu two, why don't you just go out and get that out of your system" she said. My wife looked back at me, and much to my surprise, she said "Ya, let's do." and jumped up. I followed my wife out the little door of the camper. It was very cold that night and the prospect of going out into the dark to freeze didn't appeal to us much. My wife guided me to the pickup, parked in front of the camper, lit only dimly by the light of the big bay window on the front of the camper. We crawled inside the pickup and my lovely wife proceeded to get naked. She encouraged me to pull my pants and underwear off and put her head in my lap. My wife sucked my raging hard-on in the pickup as I stared off into the darkness. When my erection was sufficiently hard she got on her knees on the front seat of the pickup and waved her rear end at me. I didn't hesitate to get on my knees and sink my cock into her waiting pussy. It wasn't long before I found myself bucking back and forth against her thighs. What a wonderful feeling. That's when she stopped pushing back against my hips. "Look, look right now." she said. I was too occupied with my own pleasures to listen. "No, look, she's watching us." I turned my gaze to the camper beyond the bed of the pickup and sure enough, there was my wife's mother, pressed against the large bay window of the camper watching me fuck her daughter. I paused for a few moments, looking to see if she was really doing what she was doing. Then I began moving my hips again. I found myself turned on by the idea that my mother in law was watching me, watching me have sex with her daughter. I found myself thrusting harder and deeper, trying to put on a good show. My wife put her head down and her hand between her legs, enjoying the ride. Eventually I couldn't hold out, I buried my shaft in my wife's pussy and shot a heavy load deep into her pussy. The whole event had really turned me on. We cleaned up and went in to bed. Not a word was spoken about what had happened, perhaps she didn't really know what we were doing or she was just worried about us. Who knows? The next day, the kids went down for a nap and my wife announced that her and I were going to go skinny dipping in the natural hot springs that are right down the path. This was a major part of the reason we stayed at this camping spot. The warm sulfurous water was a delight when it got cold. My wife and I gathered our towels and headed for the springs, a small pool maybe 8 feet across and only 4 feet deep or so. We stripped off our clothes and jumped in the hot water naked, more than a little horny from the night before. We had just begun to kiss and fondle each other under the water when my wife's mother came walking up the path with a swimsuit on and a beach towel under her arm. She looked at us in the water, holding each other and said "go ahead, it's not the first time I have seen two young people enjoying each other." My wife kissed me again before I felt her hand move back onto my erection. We masturbated each other and kissed for a long time. I was too scared to look at my mother in law in broad daylight as I fondled her daughter. Convincing myself she probably couldn't see anything anyway we worked each other up into a pretty horny state. I had to have her. "Should we just do it right here?" I asked my wife. "Yes" I pushed my wife to the side of the hot springs against a rock wall and put my hands under her legs. Lifting her against the wall to the height of my hips as I stood up. I inserted my hard dick into her pussy and began to fuck her for real. Her mother had to know what was going on now. She had a great view of my buttocks and her daughter gets wrapped around them as I thrust into her sweet pussy. The electric thrill I got out of knowing we were being watched as we made love was amazing, if not a bit strange knowing it was her mother. My wife started making little noises to go with the slapping splashing noises of the water as we made love. My wife held on to me with her arms as we fucked in that hot water on a wonderfully sunny day. Later my wife would tell me her mother watched us the entire time from the other side of the pool. Sitting in the water feeling the waves we made as we fucked.That was the first time we ever had sex in the presence of her mother or father, but it wouldn't be the last. END |
mywifesusan.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/54/mywifesusan.txt | Susan is blonde, about 5'7" and weighs around 120 -125 pounds. She has the greatest set of tits that you'd ever hope to see - all in all, she is a very attractive woman. A lot of guys look at her when we go out even though she is 55 years old. They stare even more when she wears a revealing top - it doesn't have to be see through or flimsy - her nipples stand up very nicely and push proudly through whatever material is covering her breasts. She is pretty conservative in the way that she dresses. I've managed to get her to flash a couple of guys - once at a bar, and once when we were on the front of a boat, going under a bridge, but she's not an exhibitionist by any means.We have been married almost seven years now and what I'm going to tell you (the first experience) happened about 4 years ago; the most recent was just several months ago. Susan and I had talked about having a threesome on several occasions, but nothing ever became of it. We had been talking about what she liked to do and I had asked her to tell me about what she had done with her previous partners. I asked if she had ever been with another woman or if she had ever been with more than one man at the same time. She said that she had double dated one time and they ended up at a hotel. The other girl had gotten drunk and passed out and Susan and her date had been screwing in their bed. It seems that all of a sudden, the other guy thinks, "Hey, he's having all the fun and I'm over here with a drunken slut who's passed out." So apparently he jumped in bed with Susan and her date and she fucked them both. It didn't seem to bother her - I guess she felt sorry for the other guy and fucked him out of sympathy, more than anything else. ***Our first experience went something like this we had been out to a running event and had gone to a bar for a few beers afterwards. There was this one couple there - Sue and Barry - that we had known casually for a couple of years, although we had never been to their house, nor had they been to ours. Anyway, Sue was shooting pool with some of the other guys and Barry sat down at the table with us. We were talking about the run we had just done and all of a sudden, Barry said, "Will you look at that? She's done it again." We looked over to see Sue bending over the pool table to make a shot and we were very surprised to see that underneath her short little blue-jeans skirt that she had on... she didn't have anything else on! She lined up her shot and almost everyone else was lining up behind her to get a look at her ass as her skirt began to hike way up. She finished the shot, but scratched the eight ball and lost the game. For some reason, the guys she was playing against didn't seem to mind and let her play again. Barry and Susan and I talked for a little while longer and I excused myself to go take a piss. When I returned to our table, Susan was sitting there by herself. I sat down and poured another beer. "You know how you've always talked about have a threesome?" she said. "Well, how would you like to screw Sue?" "You're kidding!" I said, "What brought that up?" Susan told me that Barry had asked her if we ever did any swinging and she said that I had always told her that I would like to see her fuck someone else, but that we had never done it before. "He asked if we'd like to swing with them," she said. "And what did you tell him?" I asked. She said that she told him she would ask me, but that it was really up to me. "Do you want to?" I asked her. She said it didn't matter to her and that she wouldn't really mind it. Barry came back over to the table and asked if Susan had asked me about what they had talked about. I told him that we had been talking about it and that it probably wouldn't be a problem. He asked if we wanted to go right then - Susan and I looked and each other and she said, "Okay." Barry went to get Sue; Susan and I settled up our bar bill and said some "Good-byes." Since Susan and I had driven separate cars to the bar and since Sue and Barry had never been to our house, we told them to follow us. Barry got in his car and I told him that I was going to stop by a convenience store to get some more beer. I said that Sue should ride with me and that Barry could follow us. Susan drove straight home by herself. Sue went to get in my car and I opened the door for her. ***Almost as soon as we got in the car, Sue asked me what I thought about the situation. I told her it was okay with me, but that this was Susan's first time of doing anything like this. She reached over and started to rub my cock through my running shorts and I reached over and put my hands under her jeans skirt and slid my fingers between her legs. I slid a finger between her pussy lips and found that she was already moist. My cock had gotten hard and she pulled it out from beneath my running shorts and bent down to take it in her mouth just as we pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store. I parked away from the door of the store and put my car in park. We sat there for a few seconds while she sucked on my cock. I couldn't possibly go inside the store - in nylon running shorts with a raging hard on. Luckily, Barry came over to the car and I rolled the window down to talk to him. "Can't get out of the car, huh? I figured that was the case when I didn't see Sue's head anymore. He offered to go in and buy the beer - Sue kept on sucking on my cock and never looked up at him. We were only about 10 minutes away from our house when Sue took my cock out of her mouth and sat back up in the seat. "Where are we?" she asked. I tried to explain our location to her, but she was not familiar with the area. When we reached our house, Barry was right behind us. We pulled into the driveway and went inside. Susan had put out a few snacks on the coffee table and was sitting on the couch watching TV when we walked in the rec room. Barry went over and sat down beside her and put his hand on her thigh. "Do you know what my wife did to your husband on the way home? She was sucking his cock!" Barry looked at me and said, "Do you mind if I fuck your wife?" I really didn't answer, but Barry had already pulled Susan over to him and started to kiss her. I moved toward Sue - we were still standing up - and began to kiss her and feel her body. It didn't take long for Barry to stand up and begin to lift Susan's T-shirt up over her head to reveal those beautiful breasts. He went right for them, burying his head between them and taking her nipples inside his mouth. I could see Susan was feeling around for the waistline of his shorts and she was already tugging on them to try and pull them down. He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her to a standing position. He pulled down on her shorts and they slid right down her legs to the floor. Immediately he put his hand between her legs and felt her pussy, "Very nice," he said as he continued to probe between her legs. I had taken Sue's shirt off and she had undone the button on her jeans skirt and had dropped them to the floor. Sue's breasts were small, but she had nice nipples. She was on the verge of being overweight and I was thinking to myself that Barry was getting the better end of this deal. I took my shirt off as Sue pulled down on my shorts. Before my shorts had hit the floor, she had grabbed my swollen cock and had started kissing the head of it. I had been drinking more than my share of beer that day and I was just a little out of it and the situation just seemed to be a little strange. "Hey, Sue," Barry called out, "Do you want to see me butt fuck Susan?" Before Sue had a chance to answer, Susan said, "No, I don't do that." Her answer didn't seem to set well with Barry. "Well, you can watch me butt fuck Sue later," he said. "She loves to take it up the ass." I had pushed Sue away and motioned for her to lay down on the floor. She pulled her mouth off of my cock and sat down on the floor, leaned back on her elbows, and then laid down completely. I moved on top of her and she grabbed my cock and pulled it towards her pussy. She licked two of her fingers and then placed them between her pussy lips and moved her fingers in and out a couple of times. She grabbed the back of my neck with her free hand and pulled me closer to her - putting my cock in her very hot pussy. Barry and Susan were on the floor, across the room from us and I could see that he was on top of her, but I couldn't see his cock going in her. "Sue, come over here. Sue, come over here and look at this," Barry called out. Sue started to move toward them. I asked her where she was going and she said that Barry wanted her to go over there. That pissed me off. He kept calling her, demanding that she move over to the two of them. I thought to myself, "Fuck it, he was screwing my wife and he was going to deprive me of fucking his wife?" When she moved closer to them, I just got up and went back in the bedroom. A few minutes later, they all three came into the bedroom asking me what was the problem. I told him that I thought he was too controlling and I didn't care for his attitude. He tried to apologize and the women tried to get me to go back into the rec room to continue. I'm not sure what it was, but I just didn't feel good about it. I said, "No, I think the two of you should leave now." We all got dressed; Sue and Barry tried to talk me into continuing, but I just told them "Some other time maybe, but not tonight." After they left, Susan and I talked about what had happened and she didn't have a problem with how I acted. She apologized for not ending the session quicker, but she said that Barry was fucking her and when he moved up on her body so that he could put his cock in her mouth, Sue started licking her pussy. I asked her how that felt and she said that it was real nice - that was the first time she had ever had a women eat her pussy. She said she sort of lost track of time. I asked her what else they did and she said that she sucked Barry's cock for a little while and then Sue asked her if she had ever tasted a pussy. Susan said, "No," and Sue asked if she would like to taste hers. Susan said that she told Sue that she would try it because it felt really good when Sue was doing it to her. She said that Barry sat back and that Sue stood over her and squatted down over her face. She said she could feel the heat coming from Sue's pussy and when she moved closer to her mouth, she just started licking and sucking her. I asked how it tasted and if she liked it. She said that she really did like it - that Sue's pussy tasted sweet and that it smelled cleaner that she thought it would. She said that Sue must have like it too, because she was moving all around and moaning. I asked her if Barry had cum inside of her and she said that he didn't - not in her mouth and not in her pussy. I asked if he fucked her again and she said that he had not - that she really didn't realize that I had left the room. She thought I was just watching. When she realized that I wasn't there, she said she told them that she wanted me to be there and that's when they all came into the bedroom. We undressed and I fucked Susan, because I had gotten a hard on just listening to her tell me about Sue sucking her pussy and about her doing the same to Sue. I thought it was great that she wasn't afraid to try eating another woman's pussy. I'm sorry to say that I haven't been able to arrange a repeat of the scenario since that time. I don't think I'd be comfortable getting together with Sue and Barry again, but I would love to see Susan eating another woman. Maybe soon; you never know. END |
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clublife.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/47/clublife.txt | AUTHOR NOTES: As the author, I claim all rights under international copyright laws. This work is not intended for sale, but please feel free to post this story to other archives or newsgroups, keeping the header and text intact. Revision to the text (such as the basis for another story) is acceptable as long as the original author is given credit and the resulting story is distributed free of charge. Any commercial use of this work is expressly forbidden without the written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any person living or dead, nor any known situation. This story contains themes of bondage, beastiality and rape, anal sex, incest, and lesbian sex. It is meant for adults only and is not to be read by person's under the age of 18, or the legal age in the county/state/country in which the reader resides. If you would like a Microsoft Word or an RTF version of this story (a much better read), please contact me at [email protected] CLUB LIFEby Marcia R. Hooper([email protected])Based on the Short Story:YOUNG FUCK-SLUTby Unknown AuthorDid I vote in the last election? Of course I didn't vote in the last election, you moron! I don't even have a driver's license. And what kind of question is that to ask a girl sucking your cock?I shook my head and returned my attention to his head, kissed the tip and licked it all around, then put it in my mouth.Maybe he's losing interest, I thought. Maybe I should tell him I'm fourteen. Maybe that'd turn him on. Maybe it'd get me knocked on my ass on the dirty pavement of this fucking back alley, and I'd have no ride home. Some guys come twice as fast they think you're underage, some guys just get paranoid. Some guys do both. But there was no guarantee I could find another guy who'd trade a blow job for a way home if I blew this, so I kept my mouth shut. Well, shut around his cock, anyway.We were behind the Club Rocket on the Pike. The music inside vibrated the ground outside, and I could feel it coming up through my heels. I had my hair piled on my head in case he decided to give me a facial, and my top open for the same reason. Let him come on my chest and bra, not my expensive silk blouse.The problem is I live in dip-shit Damascus with my parents, in a boring little residential neighborhood called Plantations II. I go to Damascus High School where I'm a 12th-grader. (I'm over eighteen, so what I'm telling you here is legal.) As every girl in my class knows (every girl who likes to have fun) the minimum payment for a ride home from Club Rocket is a blow-job. From any club, for that matter. You can't take the bus, not at night, and money I'd use for cab fare I need to get inside and buy drinks if no one's buying them for me. So if you don't have a way home, you have to pay for one, usually with your mouth. "What's your name again?" the guy asked. One hand was on top of my head and the other behind it. He was beginning to fuck me rather than let me blow him. It happened all the time, although I hated it when they made me gag. "Maggie," I said around his cock."What?" "Mag--guhhh-huhhee," I choked out. I grabbed his thighs and tried to make him slow down. Why can't guys just let you enjoy it? Why do they have to commandeer you? Do they think a girl likes having a cock rammed down her throat?Of course they don't. That's the point."Please!" I gasped. "Let me breath!"He released me and stepped away, saying something apologetic. Then he grabbed me again and guided me back onto his cock and resumed mouth-fucking me. At least he wasn't so aggressive this time."I haven't seen you here before," he said, breathlessly. "You come here often?"Every Friday and Saturday night for the last two years, dick-wad, I thought. And he had seen me here before. Tonight was just the first time he had danced with me. He was very good looking (if not out-and-out gorgeous) and I wondered how many other girl's mouths he had put his cock into back here behind the club. He came without a word, holding himself motionless in my mouth as he gushed jism onto my tongue. Then he began to thrust into me again, working farther and deeper into my throat. It was either deep-throat him, or choke. I chose not to choke."Damn," he said, finally taking an unsteady step backwards. "You're really good at this, girl.""Thanks," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Swallowing isn't fun, but I had no Kleenex to clean up a mess with, so it was better this way. He began putting himself back in his pants. "You remember where I live?" I asked him, trying to stand up. God, my thighs ached. Guys'd have you on your knees every time, if you'd let them, but I'm not kneeling down on any dirty, greasy pavement in a back alley and ruin my hose."Yeah," he said, distractedly. "Damascus?" I followed his gaze to the rear door of the club. The pounding music was beckoning him back again."You promised," I complained. "Don't you back out on me now."He looked at me as I buttoned my blouse, no longer seeing a desirable new Lexus, but a used Toyota Corolla. Guilt played against irritation of his face. "Yeah, yeah," he said finally, and headed down the alley toward the parking lot, muttering other things as he went.I scurried along after him, tucking my blouse into my skirt. "And it's Maggie," I said, catching up to him. "Not bitch."He gave me an amused look, then laughed. Then he put his hand on my ass.***It was an hour and twenty minutes later. We sat at the curb on the wrong side of the street, a block down and a block over from my house. The dashboard clock read 12:35 A.M. I was flat on my back on his bench seat (thank God for bench seats) with my legs in the air and holding him as he fucked me. I hadn't expected sex, not after the forced blow-job, but he had started kissing me just as soon as we parked and I liked being kissed. At least he was wearing a condom."We have to hurry," I told him. My dad always set the alarm for one a.m., and if I wasn't in, he'd whip me when I did get in. I needed time to change my clothes, and sneak in the basement door. I had told him this, but I wasn't sure he was listening--or cared.The truth was, I was liking this way too much. The guy was screwing me like we were on our honeymoon bed, not in a broken down Oldsmobile. He had an average-size cock, but what he did with it was almost perfection. My pestering him must have seemed like disinterest, but I was not disinterested, not one tiny little bit. He made it hard even to think straight. But a blistering leather strap on your bare bottom is not something you easily forget, and I was watching (with one eye and half a brain cell), the seconds tick by."Please," I said at ten minutes to one. "I have to go!" I tried shoving him off but he wrapped me up like a human straight jacket, pinning my arms at my side and forcing my thighs apart with his own. He rammed in and out of me like a rutting dog. I was thinking it doesn't get any more rape-like than this when something warm and wet erupted inside of me."Jesus! Did you just...?He kept me wrapped up tight and laughed the whole time he was coming and I knew he had ditched the condom. How or when, I didn't know. I should have been furious, but I wasn't. "Okay, okay," I said hurriedly. "Just get offa me." He let me up and I snatched my panties off the floor and yanked them on. I was wet and cum had leaked out of me onto his seat, but that was his problem. I refastened my bra and pulled my shirt together and grabbed my purse. "Will I see you again?" he said, panting and trying to get his fly zipped up. "Only if I'm damned lucky," I said under my voice and then yelled "Maybe," and slammed the car door and tore off down the sidewalk to whatever awaited me at home.***I looked at the clock. The right-hand digit changed to a 5 as I watched, making it 4:05 a.m. I turned over onto my right side, wincing at the pain in my bottom, brushing a tear from my right eye.All this could be traced to what had happened to me two years before. I was not even sixteen years old, a 10th grader, and I had never been fucked. Hell, I hadn't even really made out with a guy, much less gotten busy with him. But my two cousins had plenty of experience and they got busy with me.Adam was eighteen and Josh was sixteen. They were at my house for two weeks in August while their respective parents took the rest of the kids to Yellowstone Park and the Grand Canyon. I love my Aunt Gina and Uncle Tommy, and Aunt Lindsey and Uncle Robert, but they should have taken their fucking sons with them, instead of leaving them here. Because one afternoon when mom and dad were working and Gina (my sister, not my aunt) was still at the pool with her friends, I pulled back the shower curtain to find Adam and Josh standing there waiting for me."Get out of here!" I shrieked.They just laughed at me.I had only just returned from the pool and my bathing suit was on the bathroom floor, kicked now into a corner. I didn't even have a towel to wrap myself up in because Adam had it in his hand. I hid behind the shower curtain."Please get out of here!" I pleaded with them."Come on out," Adam said, while Josh snickered. "We already seen you naked, Maggie.""Go away! I'm gonna scream if you don't go away!" I didn't get it. We had been getting along so fine. In fact, I had a huge crush going on Adam: he was sizzling hot."Come out and show us your little titties," Adam said. "That's all we want to see.""I don't have any titties," I shot back at him, a fact that he had chosen to point out to me at every opportunity over the past week. It was a testament to my adolescent idiocy that I still liked him. "Sure you do," he said, "I just seen 'em. They're cute." Which got another snicker from Josh."Why are you doing this to me?" I demanded, tears ready to boil out. "I told you. We want to see your little titties." The shower curtain jerked in my hand, hard. "Now get out here.""I'm not coming out. You get out of here."In the end, I had no way out. Adam came at me from one side, Josh the other, and after peeling me away from the shower curtain, they carried me naked, screaming and kicking into my bedroom and threw me onto the bed. Before I could even move, they had me pinned down to the bedspread, spread-eagled."You're right," Josh laughed. "She don't have no titties."What little I did have was tipped by traitorous little nipples, hard as peas."Let me go!" I wailed. "Why are you doing this to me?"But the way they looked at my naked body, still beaded by water, Adam with particular interest at the place between my legs, answered that question for me. "You ever been touched down there?" Adam asked, indicating my crotch. I froze. He just looked at me. Josh looked at him."Don't you dare," I threatened in a whisper. "I will scream. I swear I will."Adam looked over at Josh, who nodded, and with alarming quickness, my left arm was released and the hand that had held it clamped down roughly on my mouth. Screaming into it helped me not at all.How do you tell your mother that your two cousins have raped you? Raped and sodomized and tortured you. I never told anyone anything. The next day I could barely walk. If my mom had seen the bruises on my upper arms or thighs, words wouldn't have been necessary. The boys didn't care how much they bruised me up, doing whatever they liked to me, convinced of their invulnerability; I guess events proved them right.On Saturday afternoon they left. For the intervening three days they acted like the rape had never happened, as if everything was perfect, like two invaders from Mars had impersonated the boys, and left them living in blissful ignorance. I took that attitude as well, actually beginning to talk and joke with them again by Thursday evening, when all of us went out to the movies. I freaked a bit when they bracketed me on the walk back to the car, but they only talked about the movie and how much they couldn't wait for the sequel to come out. Had it really happened? I only really believed it when I looked at my bruises in the mirror. I kissed both of them goodbye when they left. I hugged them both. I stood there and waved as, half an hour apart, rented RV's took my rapists back to Albany, New York, and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I thought I was all right. That afternoon, I noticed my geeky next door neighbor, who I knew had the hots for me, watching me from the corner of his eye as he cut his grass. I had on a sleeveless white button-down blouse and a pair of blue-jean shorts. I stuck my thumbs in my jeans pockets and stood with one hip thrust out, pseudo-seductively. He ran into the brick border surrounding a flower bed and almost tripped over the lawn mover. I wanted to burst out laughing. Instead, I wandered over to start up a conversation."You think they'll have the new high school finished before I turn eighteen?" I asked. "That would make you what, a junior in college when I graduated, right?"Um--oh--" he stammered. "Are they building a new high school here?"No, dummy, they're building the new World Trade Center."Take a walk with me around the side of the house," I said."Wh--Why?""I want to show you something," I said.I walked ahead of him with my thumbs still planted in my shorts pockets, careful not to swing my hips in too seductive a manner, until we reached the shed, and then I nodded for him to open it up. You've never seen a kid more scared. I was cucumber cool. When he'd finally fumbled the lock out of the the hasp and had gotten the doors swung open, I strolled inside and told him to join me. He just stood there, sweating profusely and moving from foot to foot."Get in here," I ordered.He jerked, then stepped into the doorway and stopped just inside. I grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him over in front of me and kissed him. At that point it became indescribable because I was only fifteen and I'm not breaking any child pornography laws.I never so much as looked at the geek again. Every guy since him has either been hot, or a bastard, which makes him hot, even if he's not good looking. And there have been a lot of them. From what I've read about myself on the toilet stalls in the boy's bathrooms, I'm a girl you'd want with you at a party on a Friday or Saturday night. I will gladly admit to the truth of that. I put out good. As you'd expect, a lot of girls hate me. A lot of girl's want to be my friend, too, sometimes the very same ones, which gets kinda confusing. I've even been asked to go down on a girl, but that's something I've never done. At least not yet. I like guys too much. ***The following weekend, I found a ride home from the club without resorting to my mouth. It was with a guy named Mike, who I had met a month or so ago at the club. I had already spread my legs for him twice, so he knew he'd get it when he got me home. "You know--" He hesitated when the light ahead turned yellow, then shot on ahead. "You got the sweetest little squirrel-box on you, Honey."I laughed. My squirrel-box? But he was from Texas and everything he said was funny. "Is it wet enough for you?" I asked. My legs were apart and his finger was enjoying its deliberate explorations.He crooked his finger suddenly and made me jump. "I like it just fine, little lady. Nice and tight. Seriously tight. Like a virgin, you might say," he drawled sarcastically. I didn't care. He was getting me hot. That finger had been busy inside me since we'd left the club, and he was driving slow up Rockville Pike, the convertible top down in the warm spring air. I was clenched onto his upper arm with my left hand, and not to be romantic. "How about this?" he asked.I gasped: "Oh! Yes!" then, "That's nice," feeling like he'd just scratched my tonsils with his fingernail. I squirmed as he went exploring in a new direction, looking for my G-spot."That doesn't actually exist," I said, wincing and digging into his biceps. One more like that and I'd jump right out of the seat, maybe out of the car. I think he liked hurting me. I think I liked it too."So, how are your folks?" he asked, as calm as if he was reading a newspaper."They're... just fine," I got out between gasps. I had gotten a good blistering the week before and Dad had told me that one more time and he'd ground me for the rest of the school year. I couldn't have that. But I also couldn't let Mike know that I was eighteen years old and curfewed to one o'clock in the morning on weekends, restricted to the house the rest of the week. He thought I was underage, and I'd done nothing to disabuse that notion. Guy's like you underage.I looked at the dashboard clock. Only eleven-forty-five, plenty of time.The light ahead of us turned red and Mike let the Camaro drift to a stop. The powerful engine rumbled the car like the music rumbled the dance floor and it was a pleasant feeling. The car was a sixty-eight, or a sixty-nine, I couldn't remember which, bright red with twin black racing stripes running down the middle. A muscle-car, he called it. I called it a hotrod, just like him."I'm having some friends over tomorrow night," he said. "Feel like coming by?"Out on a Sunday night? A weeknight? But Dad was having his once a month church thing, I remembered, and that kept him out after eleven. Mom was easier to get around sometimes. "Sure," I said, figuring I'd come up with something."I've picked up some porno flicks, hard-core stuff, stuff you can't rent at Blockbuster," he said.You couldn't rent any porno at Blockbuster, I wanted to say, but I got his message. Zoo-sex, kiddy-porn or something even worse. I wondered if he'd pass me around. Other guys had passed my around at parties, like a bag of Doritos. A jacked-up, 4-wheel drive pickup blaring country music pulled up beside us at the light. It was on Mike's side, in the turning lane, which meant they could see plainly what was going on. I froze for a moment, feeling a stab of panic--I guess I'm still a kid at heart--then grinned widely when the guy in the passenger window glanced down and did a double-take."Holy shit!," he mouthed. "Will ya look at this?" The music was too loud to hear anything over it, but I read that plainly. The rear window rolled down--the truck was a four-door--and I found myself stared at by four, maybe five guys, all high school-age, all of them hot."Like that?" Mike asked quietly. My skirt was bunched up around my waist and his hand was down my panties, obviously busy. I knew the guys could see my pussy being fingered. I squirmed with excitement and spread my legs even wider. The light turned green and Mike pulled away at a sedate pace. I could hear the guys hootin' and hollerin' despite the music, but instead of following us as I half-expected they would, the driver went ahead and turned left. Then I saw why--there was a cop car behind them. "Cop!" I cried, jamming my legs together. Mike's hand, though squeezed a bit, continued its work. I couldn't believe it, but I didn't dare look back again. Mike nonchalantly glanced in the rear view mirror and grinned."Did they turn?" I asked breathlessly.His hand levered my thighs open again. "Why," he asked. "Never done a cop?"Done a cop? My worst fear was a cop. I had been busted six times for underage drinking before I was eighteen. Now they could do something about it.I said, shakily, "My ID is fake.""So?""They catch me drinking again, they'll send me away to Jessup. You're over twenty-one. You bought me drinks. They'll make me give you up." His finger crooked into me hard enough to make me grab his wrist with both hands. I came up off the seat in pain. "Mike!" I groaned. "Stop that!""Don't threaten my, Sweetie-pie.""I'm not threatening you!" I cried. "I just know about Jessup, and what they do to young girls there." I was about to start crying. "Please, Mike! Please stop it!"He eased back on his finger and I gasped "Thank you!" sliding back down onto my butt again. I had almost stood up straight. Even Adam and Josh raping me hadn't hurt like that. ***Half an hour later we were at my house. As he turned off the ignition, I undid my seat belt and leaned over to unzip his fly. He stopped me."What's the matter," I asked. My voice was pitched higher than it should be, because I was scared. He had really freaked me out with his finger."Nothing," he said, lazily lighting a Marlboro. "Just rather save it for tonight."It was tonight, I thought, then realized he meant tonight tonight, at his house."Listen," I said, edging away a bit. "I--""If you can't make it, you can't make it." He inhaled a lungful of smoke, held it a moment, then blew it at the sky. The tip of his cigarette came up and he inspected it closely. "I understand the situation," he said."You do?""Yeah, I do. You come if you can. Try to be there by eight o'clock. If you don't come, I'd like a telephone call, though. Understand?"Yes, sir, I almost said. "What is it? Your telephone number."He gave it to me. "I need to write it down," I said, digging in my purse. "You don't write anything down," he said. "Memorize it."I began running the number through my head."Out loud," he said, voicing his irritation. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to memorize a fucking number?"I recited his number out loud at least half-a-dozen times, until it was etched in stone. "Now my address," he said, giving me that also. Obediently, I recited it back half-a-dozen times."Good." He flicked the half-smoked cigarette end over end into the middle of the street where it exploded in sparks. "You don't write it down when you get inside, either. You never write down anything about me, especially my name. Got that, Honey-chile?"I nodded, too breathless to speak. I wanted to ask if this was D/s, if he was making me his sex-slave. "I got it," I finally croaked.He nodded and put his hand beneath my chin and drew me to him. He gave me a chaste kiss on the mouth, then told me to get the hell out. As I turned to open the door, he said, "If you need a ride, call me.""Okay," I said. As I started to close the door, he leaned against his own door and looked up at me."What?" I said, heart in my mouth.He gave me that lazy Texas grin. "If you don't make it tonight? The next time I see you, I'll make you walk naked across Rockville Pike. Back and forth across Rockville Pike. Both ways. No clothes on," he said winking. "See you tonight."I just stood there as he drove away, blinking and dumbfounded. Eventually I closed my mouth and hurried on to my house. I had never seen the kind of sex flick I knew Mike was talking about. I had seen hardcore stuff, sure, the kind that comes on a VHS tape or a DVD that your friends bring over and you giggle stupidly with your hands over your mouth. The Internet was loaded with the crap. But my dad keeps a hawk-eye on me when I'm at home, even though I'm eighteen now, so I never get to the sites where the heavy action is, the stuff I might be seeing that night. So the thought of it made me shiver. (You probably want to know how I get to stay out late on Friday and Saturday nights, and the rest of the time I might as well be locked up in a convent, but that's another story.) When I turned the corner onto our street I was alternately fantasizing about getting passed around by my mouth, and about crossing Rockville Pike in the nude. The sight of my house snapped me back to reality. "Fuck!" I croaked, looking at my watch: ten of one. I ran the rest of the way down the sidewalk, then beelined through the side yard to the shed at the back corner of the house. I opened the door, slipped inside, and snatched my backpack from behind a pair of stacked boxes. (You know I keep those hinges well-oiled.) In a second I was out of my micro-mini-skirt and silk blouse, yanking off my thigh-highs hopping foot to foot, then out of my black brassiere and my thong panties. I then dressed in my street clothes again: jean shorts and a red pullover top, a white JC Penney bra and bikini panties, and my Reeboks. Then I brushed out my hair and dragged it back into a ponytail and knotted it in place. The good stuff I crammed into my backpack, which I slung over my shoulder and then I was ready. I took a deep breath, held it steadyingly, then released it slowly. I became Maggie Callow again: 12th-grade virgin. I went in to say hi to Dad.What to do about tonight? I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was almost one. I had my homework spread across the desk and was listening to U2 on my iPod. The volume was down because I, unlike other teenagers, had respect for my eardrums. Besides, they hurt from the club-music of the night before.I thought about Mike taking me by the chin to kiss me on the mouth. I thought about six guys sitting side by side on a couch with their flies down and their cocks sticking straight in the air, watching some horrible thing on the TV screen while I sucked them and beat them off. I thought about strolling across Rockville Pike in my jeans and a red pullover top, Reeboks snicking across the pavement, while my ponytail bounced merrily along behind me.What the fuck had happened to me? Was I really this awful little slut, bent on sucking or fucking every guy in Maryland? I could not count the cocks I had already put in my mouth, or the ones I had let come in me. I rated a page in Guinness all for myself.I stretched my arm out across the desk and lay my head down on it. Tears filled my eyes, hot and burning, making my nose run, and I jerked up with a curse. Who the fuck was I kidding? I fucked 'cause I liked to fuck. Those stupid prissies I used to hang out with didn't know their cunts from a hole in the ground. Who were they to tell me I was wrong? They never got it. They never would get it--figuratively or literally.I got up and grabbed my cell phone off the bed. I punched Find, then scrolled down the list till I found Jessie Markum's number."Hello," she said, finally answering on the sixth ring."I need a favor," I said. I was biting my thumbnail and made myself stop.Her reluctance grew more pronounced. "What's that, Maggie?""I need to get out tonight.""I'm busy," she said hurriedly. "Maybe--""I'm not asking you to go out, Jess. Just cover for me, okay? Tell Mom you need me to come over to do... homework or something."What a stupid idea. Jess was a goody-two-shoes who had her homework done on Friday afternoons before I even got home. "I don't know," she said slowly. Maybe--""Please?" I cut in. "Just this once? I'll never ask another favor again. I--""Right!" she cut in, laughing derisively. "What ungodly thing have you got going on tonight? That sick concert down at MCI?" I didn't know about any concert at MCI. I said, "I just need to get out for a while, that's all. Without the parents asking me questions. Will you do it for me?"I waited for her to ask why she should, why she should help a friend dig herself deeper than she already was. Jessie knew me better than maybe anyone else. She used to be my best friend. She used to live right next door to me. "All right," she said finally, sighing. "What time?"I told her, and she hung up. Then I cried for an hour and a half.***At five o'clock I snuck out the black dress I kept hidden at the back of my closet, packed it in the bottom of my backpack along with a new pair of black thigh-highs, a black lace bra and thong panties, and my black heels. I stuffed my school books in on top of them and then set it beside the desk out of the way. Then I laid down to read my latest Elle magazine, and tried not to bite my lower lip in half. At six o'clock Jessie called."Maggie! It's for you.""Thanks, Mom!" I called. I picked up the phone and waited for Mom to hang up. "Thanks. I was afraid you wouldn't call.""I wish I hadn't," she said. "This is really stupid, Maggie.""Maybe," I said. "But you're an angel, Jess. Now bye.""Bye," she said desultorily, and hung up. I waited about a minute, then went to the door, opened it and called downstairs: "Jess wants me to come over and help her with her homework." I didn't say anything else. Mom would either go for it, or she wouldn't."Jessie's asking you to help her with homework?" she called up the stairs, emphasis on the "you" and the "her."I giggled girlishly and said, "Well, not really. But... I really should go." This left the decision up to her, and mothers like making decisions for their daughters. If the reason is honest-sounding enough, and stupid-sounding enough, and you don't overplay your hand, most of the time they'll jump."There's not going to be any drinking, right?""Mom, it's a school night.""And no boys.""Mom, it's Jessie.""How long is this going to take?" she called up."Mmmmm. Eleven o'clock?""Is Brad gonna drive you home?" Brad was Jessie's stepfather. If he ever drove me home alone at night, I'd blow him. "Said he would," I called. "All right. Eleven o'clock at the latest. Don't be late. I'll meet you in the car."I closed the door without replying because no reply was expected of me. She knew that something was up, but something was always up with a teenager. At least she'd know where I was.Did I worry about her calling to check me up? Of course I did, but that wouldn't stop me. I had six cocks to suck.***In front of Jessie's house I kissed Mom on the cheek and told her goodbye. "Not later than eleven o'clock," she reminded me."I'll be there. Aren't I always there?" I asked sweetly.She pursed her mouth but her eyes were laughing. "Tell Jessie I said hello," she said, and then drove away. I walked halfway up the walk, and then walked down it again, hoping Mr. or Mrs. Culhane wouldn't look out and see me and wonder what was going on. I took off at a brisk walk toward the corner. As I went I flipped open my cell phone and thumbed in Mike's number. It rang one time."Hello?" There was music in the background, but not playing too loudly."You still want me to come over?" I asked."Where are you?"I told him where I was. "You on foot?" he asked."My mom just dropped me off.""I'll be right there. Just keep walking."I did keep walking and every step my heart beat quicker. Five guys, I thought, six, including Mike. Already my saliva was running. I had no idea how the number six had come up: Mike had never said how many, I was sure of that. But six was a nice round number and exactly twice my number of holes. I had never been plugged in all my holes before; the idea made me shivery and hot. My stride quickened and I clutched the strap of my backpack with both hands, to keep my hands from shaking. Maybe they were shaking from fear, I was certainly feeling that. I wondered if tonight wasn't some poisoned black cake under a layer of thin, but delicious-looking white icing. Were any of the guys black? I wondered.MIke passed going in the opposite direction, only glancing at me, not waving, not smiling. This made my shivery feeling worse. Treat a girl like shit and she'll only get hotter. Treat her badly enough and she'll buckle the collar around her own neck. I waited with my thighs squeezed together like I had to pee, lower lip between my teeth, almost squirming until the car pulled up alongside me, rumbling. He pushed open the door."Hi," I said excitedly."Get in," he said, with all the animation of a doctor meeting a patient. I scooted onto the seat and shut the door. I started to kiss him, stopped when he looked back over his shoulder at the traffic. A lit cigarette was in his right hand. "I have to be home at eleven," I said hesitantly."You will be." The Camaro roared up to forty miles an hour and then just rumbled along in forth gear. I was glad the top was up. It was a cool night and the wind could ruin my hair. He took his hand off the shifter and put it on the steering wheel, idly flicking the filter of the cigarette with his thumbnail. I glanced down and felt a hotness creep into my cheeks. It was the same kind of shifter as in Jimmy Augustine's car, a large steel ball indented on the front side with finger slots so that you could grip it. It had felt incredible inside me as Jimmy wound along the windy, spooky White Ground Road in Poolesville in his souped up Mitsubishi Eclipse. And he had been right: the vibrations made me orgasm just sitting there. I pulled the seat belt across me to buckle it up. "Should I change?" I asked. "My stuff is in the bag.""What did you bring?" he asked, and I told him. "Sweet. Put it on."Not bothering to scrunch down in the seat, I stripped off my top, unhooked my bra and slid out of my jeans and panties. I sat there in only my socks and carefully unpacked my good clothes while Mike glanced over at me occasionally. "Tight little body," he remarked."Thanks." Slipping into my black panties, I asked: "How many guys are going to be there, Mike?"He flicked ash out the window. "Five. Six, including me."I was right, I thought, all aquiver. Six guys fucking me in shifts. I almost started to giggle.Slipping my arms through the bra straps, I slid it into place and then hesitated. "Should I wear this?" I asked. "Or...?""Wear everything," he said, which made me giddier than if he'd said go braless. I finished snapping up and then adjusted it before putting on my thigh highs."How old are you, really?" he asked unexpectedly."Eighteen," I said slowly. "I know you think I'm younger, but--""And you been doing this... how long?"I sat there in my lacy underwear, feeling rather ashamed. "Two years," I said softly. "The sex?" he asked, blowing smoke out the window. "I live for the sex," I told him honestly. "The harder it is, the better. You should know that, you've fucked me twice."I had expected a reaction, but I didn't get any. He simply blew smoke out the window and nodded his head. His thumbnail flicked the end of the cigarette. After a while, during which time I just sat there holding my dress in my hands, he said: "You are a good fuck, I'll give you that. I suspect you only got that way from lots and lots of practice though. So you must really love the sex.""Thanks," I mumbled, slipping into my dress. Being told that should have sent my enthusiasm soaring. Instead, it made my eyes burn and I had to fight not to sniffle. What the hell was I doing here?He turned into an apartment complex that I had been to once or twice before, for a party. He backed into a spot, right in front of a sign saying no back-in parking, and turned off the engine. I released my seat belt and put on my heels. He surprised me by coming around and opening the door for me."After you," he said."Why, thank you," I said, all ladylike. I held out my arm and giggled when he took it. Then he smacked me sharply on the ass--"Ouch!"--and walked me toward the front steps of the building at a leisurely pace, fortunately, for my five-inch heels. "I know people who live here," I said, wondering which buildings I had been in."Is that right?" he said.The building and the address over the entrance looked familiar. "I think on the second floor of this building," I said."We're going to the third," he replied. I remembered then. It was a Friday night back in October or maybe early November, around the time of... no, it was a Halloween party and Jimmy Augustine had brought me there. In fact, it was the same night of my shifter-knob ride. I wondered, with something of a guilty start, if Jimmy was waiting for me upstairs. If only he were.We walked up the three flights of stairs in silence--except the click-click-click of my high heels--and by the time we reached the third-floor landing, I was out of breath. Mike looked like he'd just gotten out of a chair. A secret little voice inside me whispered that I'd be huffing and puffing a lot harder in just a little while, and that shivery feeling came back.Mike tapped twice on the door and it opened at once, as though whoever was waiting was alerted by the click-click-click of my heels. The guy was Mike's age, maybe a little older, with shaggy blonde hair and a crooked nose. Owen Wilson, I immediately thought, only cuter. "This our little prize?" he asked, sending a zing of excitement up my spine. Excitement, and a small, undirected dose of fear."This is her," Mike confirmed, directing me inside by the elbow. "Make her feel at home.""What?" I turned back, startled as he turned away. "You're not staying?" Fear replaced every bit of excitement now. "Mike--""I'll be back for her at ten o'clock," he said, cutting me off. "Make sure she's ready.""Aye, Aye skipper," Owen said and closed the door.I began to panic. "Mike, wait!" I cried out, but Owen propelled me by my elbow down the short foyer and into the living room. "No, wait! I don't want to do this!" I pleaded."Tough," he said, not especially concerned by what I did or didn't want. Five guys were scattered around the living room, either sitting down or standing in front of a piece of furniture in anticipation. "Wow," said one of the standers, "She really is a fox." He was older than my father and mostly bald, a championship-sized beer gut hanging over his belt. His face was flushed an ugly, dangerous red. His eyes were two black coals, punched into his face."Dinner," Owen Wilson said, propelling me into the middle of them. I stumbled in my heels and a twenty-something guy with a blackened right eye and bad abrasion on his left cheek caught my arm and yanked me to him. "Welcome to the party, Sugar.""No!" I cried. "Let go of me!" I yanked my arm but it was like trying to yank free of a steel clamp. I tried to pry his fingers back with my free hand and that only made him laugh."Relax," he said. "You ain't going nowhere, Sweetheart."I began to scream and that's when something was stuck in my face. It sprayed me with something wet and then everything went blank until I woke up again, face down on a bed, hands and feet handcuffed to the corners.I was naked and gagged. It was my own panties stuffed in my mouth: I knew that instinctively. My ass was trust into the air on a wide round cushion that I had seen on the living room couch. I wasn't blindfolded and that scared me more than being handcuffed. "Mnnnnnn!" I shrieked into my panties."Relax, little girl," said a voice I didn't recognize. "Fighting only makes it worse." He, or someone else put a hand on my right thigh and patted me in a way that made me scream again.The hand smacked down hard on my rear end. "What did I just tell you?" I screamed again and this time the hand took a hunk of my butt-cheek and pinched it savagely."Nooooo!" I cried out miserably. "Stop! Please stop it." The words were unintelligible, but he got the message."Stop, and I'll stop," he said. "Good girl's get along better."I nodded my head, weeping uncontrollably now. They would rape me and kill me, I knew that absolutely, just like that little fourteen year old in North Carolina knew she was going to die. But she had gotten away. Might I?Another voice, barely less menacing than the first, said, "You're scaring the shit out of the kid. Give it a rest, will ya.""'the fuck I care?" the first voice shot back. "She's gone in the morning and then it's on to the next one."Gone in the morning? Ten in the morning? Had that been what Mike meant? If I was being kidnapped, then there was maybe hope. Be cool, Maggie, I thought. Do what they want. Get out of this alive.The second voice said to the first, "Get out of here, Brad. Out front with the others."There was an extended silence during which I knew the two men were glaring at each other, then the first man cursed loudly and stomped out of the room. I felt no safer with the second man. And what had the first one meant? "and then it's on to the next one."Voice Number Two partially answered the question. "There's a guy on the West Coast paid twenty-five grand for you, Honey-pie. All we gotta do is keep you safe and sound for twelve hours and Mike'll get you outta here."I made protesting noises and shook all four limbs."Forget it," he said. "You're not the first one's been our guest of honor here. Those handcuffs are welded to the bedposts and so far, no one's gotten outta one. The more you struggle, the worse you'll hurt yourself. So quit it."He was telling the truth. All I was doing was tearing up my wrists and ankles on the steel bracelets. But I couldn't stop struggling. He put a hand on the back of my neck and squeezed it gently. "Lay still," he said.His fingertips were on some kind of pressure points, and he would knock me out if I didn't relax. I shoulda let him knock me out. Somewhere along the line, my bladder had let go and I'd peed the mattress. I felt wetness under my knees. "Better," he said, releasing me. "Now behave yourself."I behaved. Let them rape me, I thought. I've been raped before. I'd even taken it up the ass before. No matter what they did to me, it wouldn't be more than an extreme--maybe very extreme--version of sex I'd already had.He came around to where I could see his legs and crotch. I shut my eyes. The only ones I could identify for sure were Mike and the bald fat man and the one with the black eye. Probably, this was the one who'd sprayed me with the gas. If so, I didn't want to see his face. The less I knew about these men, the better."The way this works," he informed me, as though telling me where my next classroom was, "is whoever puts the highest bid on you wins. We send you to that fellow, who then bids you out to the next group of buyers, usually from out of the country. We don't deal with foreigners ourselves, only groups inside the states. International trafficking is more money, yeah--your end buyer'll pay a chunk of change for you, Honey-pie, believe me--but it's not worth the risks. You get nailed for that, and it's extradition anywhere outside the United States. Even in Mexico. They put an international warrant on you and then it's the Hague."He said the name as if it were Auschwitz. "Now us," he said, walking around the front of the bed--it sat away from the wall, so I couldn't bang anything, "We take less risk for less money." He patted my rear end affectionately. "But we get the right of first refusal, if you get my drift."In other words, the goods were not necessarily delivered unspoiled. He unbuckled his pants, unzipped his fly and joined me on the bed. "Honey," he said, patting my rear end again. "You shoulda stayed out of the clubs."THE END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 47 |
dressup.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/23/dressup.txt | It had been a long day, and it was only two in the afternoon. I had spent the morning and early afternoon at a development meeting. A dozen people throwing out ideas for a new sitcom - few of them good. I was there as a favor to an old friend. The meeting had lasted five hours and nothing had been accomplished. I had a headache.I walked into the house without expectation. Sometimes you come home knowing who's there and what they're probably doing - watching television, surfing the net, sleeping, whatever. Today I was totally unaware of my surroundings. My mind was trying to deal with the whirlwind of thoughts the meeting had generated. As I entered the house, my first thought was of having a beer. I turned left and headed for the kitchen. I heard a burst of laughter come from the bedroom. A young laugh and a not so young laugh. I wondered what my girlfriend was up to. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to have a friend or two over. They were a wild bunch, but this didn't sound like someone old enough to be a friend. I turned and headed for the bedroom. Suddenly, I was surprised by my girlfriend coming out of the room. I wasn't surprised that she came out of the room, but I was surprised by what she was wearing. Her clothing was comprised solely of two flowery scarves. One was knotted at her right hip and cut across her upper thigh on a bias that ended at her left knee. The other scarf had been knotted in the middle and then tied around her back to form an impromptu bra.Grace stopped short as she saw me standing there and at first her eyes opened wide and a hand came up to her mouth as my presence startled her, but then she smiled and came towards me. I looked over her shoulder as a young voice said:"Graceeeee! I can't get the top to stay up!"My jaw dropped as I watched my thirteen-year-old niece step into the hallway. She was attired much as Grace was except for one difference. She had her head down and was trying to untie a knot in what was supposed to be her top, but it was presently at her waist and she stood there half naked. She is a petite girl, often mistaken for several years younger than she actually is. She has long, straight, ash blonde hair; cornflower blue eyes; and a generous mouth with full, generous lips. She was going to be a knockout, which is what she was doing to me at the moment. She was well into her development and she sported a fine pair of conical breasts, capped with pale, pink aureole and nipples. I had been having more and more fantasies about my niece. Very lustful fantasies. My girlfriend knew of my desires and she fueled them with her bisexual urgings. Grace and Chris had been growing close of late and I wondered how close they would get. I knew my girlfriend's tastes as well as her hunger. My thoughts were cut off when Chris looked up and saw me standing there. She froze like a deer in headlights. Her eyes opened wide; her mouth opened just as wide; and the color rose in her face. Regaining her senses, she shrieked and brought her hands up to cover her small breasts then turned and ran back into the bedroom.I leaned back a little so that I could focus on Grace's face."What the hell are you guys doing?""Playing dress up, silly!" Grace replied and giggled. She leaned in closer and whispered, "What better way to see the little minx naked."I groaned and felt my cock stir. Grace gave me a peck on the lips and turned back into the bedroom. I heard a flurry of whispers and Grace's laughter. I heard Chris mutter how it wasn't funny and then they both started laughing hard. I turned and headed for the den. All thoughts of having a beer washed from my mind. My headache was gone and I wasn't even thinking of the morning's meeting. The vision of my half naked niece was etched into my brain. My cock throbbed in my pants. I kicked off my loafers and sat down on my old leather sofa. I replayed the last minute and then shook my head."Whoa!" I said to myself and then felt myself smiling. I sat there for a few minutes until I came back to my senses. I was torn. I couldn't focus on any one thing. I had intended on catching up on some work, but looking at the computer I realized that it was the last thing I wanted to do. I decided on getting in a work out. I stood and took off my sport coat and stripped off my shirt. I tossed both items onto the sofa and then walked over to the spare room where the exercise equipment is set up. I stood in front of the closet and slid open the door. Undoing my pants, I reached down and pulled them off my legs. I wasn't wearing underwear and so I stood there naked as I pulled a pair of clean sweats off the upper shelf. I turned and draped them on the rail to the stair master and then reached into the closet for a pair of socks and my cross trainers. I balanced on one foot as I pulled on a sock and then was about to do the same with the other when I heard a voice say:"Uncle Bob?"I looked up just as Chris came walking in and suddenly found myself on the opposite end of a stare. Chris' face opened up as she saw me standing there naked. Her eyes traveled down my body and fixed on my half hard cock. I heard her suck in a quick breath. "Chris?" I said softly and her eyes snapped up to mine before she turned and scampered away. She had still been dressed in her make shift outfit and as she turned I saw that the bottom scarf was slightly askew and the bottom of her ass globes were clearly visible."Jesus!" I said to myself, wondering what else was going to happen today.I finished dressing and sat down to do some stretching exercises. I sat with my legs spread as wide as possible and leaned first to one side and then the other. I could feel the sartorius muscles slowly stretching. I was almost done when Grace came walking in. She bore a wide smile and her face was lit with mirth. "Well," she started, "I see you decided that turn about was fair play.""Totally by accident. I assure you," I told her."I wonder," she said and sat on the weight bench. She too was still wearing her 'scarf' outfit and, as she sat, it brought her crotch to eye level. I got an eyeful of her naked cunt. It was puffy and it looked moist."I see someone is turned on," I said to her.Grace looked down and pulled the scarf away. She slid a finger between the lips of her cunt and brought it up to her mouth where she slowly slid it in."Mmmmmm, yummy," she said and widened her eyes in exclamation."Jesus!" I stated. "Give me a break will ya. This old heart can only take so much. Besides, there are impressionable minds about."Grace giggled and stood up. She sauntered in front of me and trailed her finger across my lips then she giggled as I made a grab for her and scampered out of my reach. She wagged a finger at me and shook her head back and forth, mouthing the words "No, no, no.""Tease!" "You're the one that said there are impressionable minds about," she replied as she walked away. She went through the door and then leaned back for a moment as she whispered."Oh, and she WAS quite impressed."I attacked my gym set with wild abandon. I did three sets of repetitions in about an hour and spent another half hour on the stair climber. I was sweating profusely. I knew I was going to be sore later. I normally stretched my routine out to three hours, making sure I did the exercises correctly, watching my breathing. Now, I was huffing and puffing like an old steam engine and the clanking of fast moving weights still rung in my ears. I pulled off my shirt and used it to wipe off the sweat. I caught a glance of myself in the 'posing' mirror and stopped. I was definitely pumped up. Blood vessels coursed down my arms like thick ropes and muscle striations rippled across my pecs. "Idiot!" I said to the image in the mirror and threw my shirt at it.I brought my breath under control and went into the spare bath where I turned on the shower and took off my shoes, socks and pants. I stepped in and let the warm water course over me. I washed off the sweat and then set the shower head onto pulse. I spent quite a while letting the water massage my torso. I hoped to avoid the tenderness that was sure to follow. I could almost feel the lactic acid building up in my joints and muscles. I dried myself and put on a robe. My stomach had begun rumbling and I realized that it must be close to supper time. Padding barefoot into the kitchen, I opened cupboards and the fridge and looked for something to cook. The pickings were meager. No one had gone shopping in a while. I pulled out a carton of eggs and separated the yolks from the whites. I put the yolks in a bowl, covered it and returned them to the fridge. I cut up some Parma ham; finely diced a green pepper; chopped up a couple of scallions; and seeded and diced a ripe tomato. I whipped the egg whites until they started to stiffen and dropped them into a large skillet greased with butter. I let the eggs harden and added the other ingredients. I folded the omelet in half and stuck it into the oven for a half dozen minutes. I stuck my head out of the kitchen and yelled out that supper was about ready. I grabbed a small peasant loaf and sliced off large slices of crusty, chewy bread. The girls came in as I was pulling the pan out of the oven.There was something about them that caught my attention. They had changed back into street clothes. Both wore shorts and t-shirts. I could tell that neither was wearing a bra. I couldn't quite place my finger on it, but there was something about them. They seemed to be glowing. Chrissie's cheeks were redder than usual and her lips seemed puffier. Then the scent hit me. It was that odor you get when you walk into a bedroom after someone's had sex. That pheromone smell. I paused as I was dishing out the omelet and stared at Grace. She stared back and raised an eyebrow as if to say "what?" I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it. I finished serving and then sat down in silence. I contributed nothing to the conversation. Actually, Chris pretty much manipulated the entire thing. She went on and on about the clothes she'd tried on earlier, and about school, and about her sister, and about her mother, and ad nauseam.She was really pumped up. Grace would add a word here and there and they often giggled. I kept imagining them naked in bed. I wondered what they had done. My mind conjured up lewd and graphic images. I pictured Grace's fingers moving slowly over Chris' hairless little cunt; separating the tight little folds; and delving inside. I could see those fingers teasing her small clit as Grace sucked and nibbled on her conical breasts. I envisioned Grace's tongue swirling among the folds of Chrissie's cunt as she lay back and moaned. I tried, but could not envision Chris doing the same to Grace. Someone said something to me and I had to shake my head to clear it."Where were you?" Grace asked. "Your eyes were out of focus. Must have been some meeting.""Yeah," I croaked then coughed to clear my lust filled throat. "It went on and on."I suddenly realized that my cock was stiff as a board and sticking up through the opening in my robe. I was lucky that I was sitting opposite the two girls. I casually rearranged my robe to cover myself up.I looked down and realized that I hadn't touched my food. I slowly and deliberately cut up my omelet and forced myself to eat. My thoughts finally turned from the erotic and I joined in with their conversation. I was surprised to learn that Chris would be spending the night. Her sister was staying over at friends. My brother and his wife had decided to indulge in a night without kids and had asked Grace if she would watch the older girl. I was very surprised because my sister-in-law had great reservations about my being around her daughters. She had the impression that I was a debaucher and worried that I would use the girls' affection for me to evil ends. Little did she know.The two girls quickly finished eating and left to watch a movie. I toyed with my food. My mind was a blank. It was as though my thoughts were being sucked into a vacuum. I stirred slowly and got up to clear the table. I canted and eyebrow as I realized that I had been left to clean up by myself. I shrugged and did it anyway. I finished and went to my room to change into jeans and a shirt. I stopped in the living room for a few minutes and joined the others as they watched some mindless film starring Ashley and the other Olson twin. The twins were in Paris for some reason. I could only take so much and I finally got up and went into the den. I thought about working again, but wound up logging onto the net instead. I surfed around for a while, looking at sites about Anthrax and the attacks in Afghanistan then a chime rang and I looked up to see a friend's name appear on my 'buddy list.' I smiled and pulled down the IM window. I greatly enjoyed talking to this woman and I sent off my greetings. She responded immediately and we engaged in electronic conversation. Our conversation slowly moved from the usual 'how are yous' and 'whatcha doin' into the more exciting and libidinous. She talked about her new 'male' companion and the great sex they were having. I teased her and then worked around to what I suspected had happened between my niece and Grace. My friend had strong bi-sexual tendencies also and she voiced her envy. We talked about the possibilities and, by the time she said good night, I was randier than a high school football team.I logged off and turned off my machine then went back into the living room. They were watching some mindless reality show now and I stood by the sofa and watched for a while. I felt a hand creeping up my leg and looked down to see Grace leering up at me. I realized then that my erection was quite noticeable. I glanced over at Chris to see if she'd noticed, but she was watching the screen. I saw her cheeks go red suddenly and realized she could see what Grace was doing in the periphery of her sight. I pushed Grace's hand away before she wound up openly fondling me and told her to slide over so that I could sit down. I saw Chris quickly glance over at my crotch as I came across to the front of the sofa and settled in between them. I groused about the program and got them to switch to one of the season's new shows. The program had some steamy interaction and I suddenly felt Grace's hand on my thigh. I glanced at her, but she was staring at the screen. Her hand crept up my thigh and wound up resting on top of my cock. I felt my cock lurch and it started to swell once again. I put a hand over hers and turned to glare at her. She narrowed her eyes and gave me an evil smile. Her hand squeezed me and I almost moaned aloud. I gave her a look that said 'stop', but she ignored it. I turned to glance at Chris and saw her staring at Grace's hand. My mind yelled for me to stop this, but I was so horny I let it continue. I moved my hand away and let Grace have her way. She openly fondled my swollen cock, sliding her hand along its length and pausing to squeeze it softly. I couldn't help myself and groaned as her hand squeezed the swollen head. I heard Chris gasp as I emitted the moan and turned to see her staring openly. Her lips were slightly parted and she was breathing through her mouth. I saw her throat work as she swallowed dryly. I was pretty much being masturbated now as Grace's hand moved back and forth in rhythm. I felt my body tremble as the feeling became intense. "This is crazy," I whispered and Grace made a 'shush' sound.Grace turned towards me and leaned into me. She pressed her lips against mine and we embraced. Her tongue delved into my mouth and played with mine. She did something which I couldn't see and suddenly the feeling on my cock changed. I imagined she had changed hands. My better judgment finally kicked in and I pushed Grace away. I turned to Chris and was going to tell her she should go to bed when my eyes opened wide and I stared down at my crotch. Chris was leaning towards me and it was her hand that was fondling me. "Jesus!" I groaned as my cock became even more rigid and pressed up against her probing hand.I heard a chuckle and turned to see Grace leering at me. She leaned in again and resumed her kissing. I felt her hand at my waist and suddenly my pants loosened. The sound of my zipper going down seemed extraordinarily loud. I pushed her away again and started to say that this was crazy, but she put a finger to my lips and canted her head to tell me to 'go with the flow'.Chris had pulled her hand away and was watching as Grace disrobed me. Grace pulled the flaps of my fly apart and Chris gasped as she saw the root of my cock nestled among my pubic hair. Grace slid off the sofa and knelt before me. She grasped the cuffs of my pants and pulled. The trousers slowly slid out from under me and suddenly my cock popped up and pointed to the ceiling. Its tip was moist with precum and the head was dark and suffused with blood. "It's so big," Chris said as she reached out slowly and touched my cock. I groaned as she made contact and my cock throbbed and bobbed about. Chris giggled lightly and wrapped her hand around my shaft. "Mmmmmm, that's it," Grace encouraged. "Slide your hand up and down. Yesssss! Not to fast. See how the skin comes up and wraps around the head. That's called a foreskin. Not all men have that.""They don't?" Chris replied."No," Grace said, continuing her instructions. "A lot of men have it cut off when they're born. It's supposed to be for cleanliness, and some people do it for religious reasons.""Why would some religion want people to do that? That sounds weird."I couldn't believe the banter going on around me. It was as though I wasn't there. It was as if the only thing between them was this swollen cock, but her manipulations were exquisite. She had a soft touch and her hand was so hot. She slowly moved her hand up and down, giving me full strokes. She would pull the foreskin up until it wrapped around the head and squeeze slightly. I was enjoying it tremendously, even with all the chatter."What's that?" Chris asked and I looked to see her watching a bead of fluid being squeezed out of my urethra."That's seminal fluid," Grace said, sounding ever so much like a teacher. "It's what lubricates the penis to help it go in easier.""Go in? You mean go into uh.. you know uh..." Chris stammered."Yes," Grace said smiling, "to go into a woman's cunt."Chris' face lit up as the color rose high in her face. Here she was, fondling my cock, and she was embarrassed by the use of the word 'cunt.' I would have found it ironic if I had been able to put together a cogent thought. Grace upped the ante at that point as she leaned forward and passed her tongue across the head of my cock. Chris froze in mid stroke and stared with mouth agape. She was speechless. Grace looked at her and giggled. "I told you about sucking cock," Grace said nonchalantly.Chris' mouth open and closed as she tried to form words, but they wouldn't come. She looked at her hand holding my cock as though it was an alien thing. I thought she was going to bolt and run, but I was dumb struck as she also leaned forward and ran her tongue across the head of my cock. I gasped and moaned at the intense feeling that coursed through my member. Chris looked up at me and then smiled like a little minx. She bent forward again and keeping her eyes on my face she ran her tongue all over the crown of my cock. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. My body shuddered. I heard the two girls giggle. I felt a mouth engulf the head of my cock and I snapped my head forward to see Grace ministering to me. Chris watched her avidly, taking in every movement. She was eager for her turn. I could hear her breathing as it labored in her chest. Her nipples were hard and pressed against her tee. I reached out and place a hand on her right breast. She looked up at me and her eyes opened wide. I slowly fondled her breast through her shirt - squeezing and groping. I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she closed her eyes and moaned quietly. I reached down and pulled up on the hem of her shirt. She reached down and helped me. I watched her breasts appear as she pulled the shirt over her head and pulled her long blonde hair through the neck hole. She shook her head and settled her hair. Her long hair fell around her breasts and the sight of her nipples poking through the tresses was very erotic. I ran the palm of my hand across one nipple and then the next, feeling them harden under my touch. Chris smiled and thrust her chest out. I played with one nipple and then the next and she sighed. Her chest heaved up and down as she took in deep breaths. She twisted on the sofa and rose up on her knees to give me better access. I leaned forward and sought out a nipple with my mouth. She brushed her hair back and presented it to me. I enveloped most of her breast with my mouth and then pulled back until only her nipple remained between my lips. I squeezed her nipple with my lips and then flicked it with my tongue. Chris moaned and pushed harder into me. I felt a sudden coolness around my cock and I knew that Grace had stopped her sucking. I glanced at her and she knelt before me and watched me nursing on my niece's tit. Grace pulled her t-shirt off and exposed her on breasts. They were full and round and luscious. She was still young enough that they hadn't succumbed to gravity yet. Her aureole were wide and her nipples large and pronounced. She reached up and fondled herself as she watched me play with Chris' tits. We went on this way for a couple of minutes and then Chris pulled away with a sigh. She reached up and cupped her breasts and smiled. Looking down she saw my glistening and throbbing cock. She too slid off the sofa and kneeled next to Grace. I spread my legs wider to accommodate both of them. Chris looked at Grace, who nodded her encouragement. I watched as Chris shuffled forward and then reached out to grasp my cock once again. Her movement continued as she brought her mouth down to engulf my cock. I groaned loudly as I felt the heat of her mouth around my cock head."Watch you teeth," Grace whispered to her. "Just use your lips and tongue. Take as much as you can into your mouth and then suck lightly as you pull up. Use your tongue and run it along the crown of his cock, they really like that."Chris was an avid pupil and took instruction well. Very well. I was taken to a place of great pleasure. I knew that the taboo of the situation was fueling my arousal and increasing my pleasure. Her small head slowly rose and fell in my lap as she practiced her art. Grace looked up at me, her eyes feverish with her own arousal. Her nostrils flared as she breathed through her nose. She trust a hand down into her pants and then rose up onto her knees for better access. I watched the bulge in her pants wiggle around as her fingers sought out her tender parts. Chris continued her actions. She was slow and deliberate, which is the only reason I hadn't shot off already. I seemed to be on the very edge of cumming. I knew if she sped up only slightly that I would explode in her mouth. I resisted the urge to grab her head and drive it down onto myself. I would let her have her way. I heard a loud moan and looked up to see Grace squeeze her eyes shut and shudder. Her hand was still and she scrunched down into herself as her orgasm washed over her. Chris stopped sucking and turned to see Grace in her orgasmic throes. Her hand continued to stroke up and down my shaft. She looked at me and smiled then bent forward and took my cock back into her mouth. "This is fun," she said to me as she pulled off for a second."Ah hunh!" Was all I could say as she took my tool back into her mouth.Grace pulled her hand from her pants and sucked on her fingers. I groaned at the sight and my cock gave a surge, which caused Chris to moan also. She was really getting into sucking my cock. Grace scooted up behind Chris and reached around to undo her pants. I watched as Grace slowly worked my niece's shorts down past her panty clad ass and then as Grace pulled down the white panties also. I could see the scrumptious globes of my young niece's ass cheeks. They were white and contrasted with her suntanned body. Grace reached a hand down and between Chris' legs and Chris let out a loud moan around my cock. Grace grinned and I watched her arm make small back and forth motions. Grace pulled her hand away and held up a couple of glistening fingers. She stuck one in her mouth and sucked off the juices. My cock swelled again and I almost went over the edge. Then Grace leaned forward and pushed the other finger into my mouth. I felt the sweet tang of Chris' cunt juices explode on my tongue. I closed my eyes and groaned loudly as my cock exploded. I heard a muffled mumbling and Chris hesitated for a moment before she resumed her sucking. My cock head expanded and blasted away - again and again. Chris tried her best to swallow and she kept mumbling "mmmm, mmmmm, mmmm," every time a fresh jet of cum spurted into her mouth. I could feel the wet liquid run down into my pubic hair and down across my balls. I threw my head back and savored the moment. I hadn't had a blow job feel this good in a long time. Grace bent down and I felt her tongue lick along my shaft. Chris was still bobbing slowly up and down and my cock was still throbbing, but all of my juices had been shot. I let them continue for a while and then I became overly sensitive and tried to push them away."Whoa, whoa!" I chanted as I struggled to free my cock.They finally relented and they both knelt back smiling. Grace grabbed a handful of Chris' hair and tilted the young girl's head back as she pressed her mouth down on the others. I watched as they embraced and was amazed at the intensity. Their mouths moved voraciously as though seeking sustenance. I could tell their tongues were in play. Grace reached down a placed a hand on Chris' naked cunt. I watched as a finger delved in between the pink, swollen lips. Chris moaned and her body shuddered. Grace moved her middle finger in and out of the young girl and I realized that she no longer had her maiden head. I slipped off the sofa and reached out my own hand. I grasped Grace by the wrist and moved her hand away. I pressed my hand against my niece's cunt and felt the moist warmth. I splayed her labia and pressed my index finger into her. Her inner lips parted easily and her cunt seemed to suck my finger in. Her cunt was hot and slick with moisture. I pressed my finger in deep and then pulled it out slowly. Chris groaned into Grace's mouth as they continue to embrace. I pushed my finger back in and began to stroke in and out. Grace began to fondle Chris' perky young breasts as she continued to embrace her like some kind of succubus. I wondered how they could breath. I pulled my finger out and ran it up the tight slit until I bumped into her hard little clit. Chris' body jerked as I touched her little button. I ran my finger around and around, circling the small nubbin. Her clit was small but hard and pronounced; sticking out from beneath its meaty hood. I alternated between fondling her clit and driving my finger in and out of her cunt. I suddenly found our positions to be awkward and I gently pushed on Grace to make her move. She pulled her red, swollen lips away from Chris' and looked at me questioningly. I stood and pulled Chris up with me, gathering her in my arms. I started moving towards the bedroom and I heard a shuffling behind us. I turned and saw Grace hoping from one foot to the other as she tried to pull her pants off as she followed along. Her long platinum hair flounced around and her large breasts jiggled about. I smiled and continued on into the bedroom. Chris seemed to be in another world. Her eyes were glazed and she had a smile on her face. I reached the oversized bed and gently set her down. I climbed onto the bed and Grace got in on the other side.I looked down at Chris as she lie there. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face. Her chest continued to heave up and down with her arousal. I leaned forward and lightly pressed my lips against hers. Her mouth belied her youth. Her full lips felt as any grown woman's would. Her arms came up and around my neck and her lips parted as her tongue sought entry past my lips. I parted my lips and let her probing organ into my mouth. She moaned lightly as our tongues jousted. I brought my hand into play and caressed her breast. Her body jerked as I touched her and she moaned more loudly. We embraced for a while and then I pulled my mouth away. Chris opened her eyes and she searched my face. Our faces so close that her eyes had to shift from side to side in order to peer into mine. She had a yearning in her eyes.A yearning so intense it sent a thrill through my body and made my cock stir once again. I heard Grace make an "mmmmm" sound and felt her hand slide under my body as she grasped my swelling member. I leaned in closer and kissed Chris again and then I moved my mouth across her cheek and licked across her ear. She gasped and shuddered. I moved down along the downy softness of her neck; pecking and nibbling as I went. She shuddered and jerked with every touch of my mouth. It was as though she were being shocked with every touch, but her soft gasps indicated her pleasure.Grace milked my cock and it hardened fully. She slid under me and then I felt the warm, moist caress of her mouth. I moaned around Chris' right breast as Grace worked her magic. Chris' nipple hardened and distended as I sucked and nibbled on it. I could fit most of her small conical breast into my mouth. Chris arched her back and pushed her breast into me. I moved to the other breast and repeated my actions. She groaned loudly as my fingers massaged the nipple of one breast and my mouth the other. Her breasts appeared to be very sensitive and she moved about in arousal. Her hands twined in my hair and she held my head and pressed it into herself. I moved my mouth away and started kissing my way down her stomach. She released my hair and I saw her hands move to grope her own breasts. My tongue danced across her navel and I suddenly felt the downy softness of her sparse pubic hairs. I watched as she pulled and twirled her nipples between the fingers of both hands. Grace released my cock and slid out from under me. I moved down and my mouth coursed down Chris' right thigh. She spread her legs and I caught the scent of her sex. My nose flared and my cock jumped and slapped up against my belly, leaving the sticky trace of seminal fluid.Grace moved up along side me and embraced Chris once again. I kissed along the inside of one thigh and then moved over to the other. I worked upwards until I reached her crotch and gently blew my hot breath across her slit. Chris moved her crotch up and down seeking contact with my mouth. I glanced up and found Grace nursing on one of Chris' small breasts. I extended my tongue and flicked it across the outer labia. Chris inhaled sharply and muttered, "P-please, please!" I licked the length of her slit without pushing into it. There were beads of moisture that gathered on my tongue. I savored the mild sweetness of her. I pressed my tongue into the folds of her cunt and forced it to open. I drove my tongue into her and she bucked under me. I formed my tongue into a hard roll and drove it as deep as I could. I moved my mouth back and forth in a fucking motion and she pushed her groin up to try and get more. Chris was continually chattering now. She kept saying "yesss!" or "please" and "more, more," begging me or Grace to continue. I pulled my tongue out and lapped at her opening. I moved upwards and sought out her clitoris. I flicked across the distended little button and Chris cried out in ecstasy. I looked up and saw Grace watching me as she continued to nurse on Chris' diminutive breasts. She stopped and smiled at me then winked. I chuckled. I continued to lick and prod the small, hard nubbin and Chris' crotch jerked up and down in rhythm. I could hear her breathing becoming hard and raspy. I moved a finger to her opening and pushed it into her. She moaned, "Oohhhhhhhh!" and arched her back. I licked her clit and moved my finger in and out as deep as it would go. I could feel her cunt clasping around my finger and I marveled at how tight she was. I coupled the index with the middle finger and pushed them slowly into her. I sucked on her clit and finger fucked her as Grace fondled and nursed on her young breasts. Chris was in constant motion as she twisted and bucked beneath us. Suddenly she gave out a loud gasp and her body froze. I heard a soft keening sound and it built into a cry of pleasure. I felt her small body vibrate as her muscles all grew taut and rippled. Her young thighs snapped closed around my head and it took all I had to keep my mouth pressed to her clitoris. She finally relaxed and gave out a couple of shudders as she settled back. I moved my mouth away and got up onto my knees. Grace knelt by my side and we looked down at the grinning young girl. "That was great," whispered Chris.I looked down at Chris' wet and glistening cunt and at my distended cock. I had an overpowering urge to fuck. I looked up and saw Grace staring at me with wide opened eyes; her large breasts heaving in anticipation. She shook her head up and down in encouragement and watched as I lined up the head of my cock with my nieces young cunt. I pressed forward and her labia spread. I could see the light, pink interior of her vulva as I pressed harder. My cock head bent and flattened against her and Chris let out a small grunt. Grace reached between us and used both hands to spread Chris' lips open. I tried again, but with the same results. I saw Chris grimace and pulled away. I looked at Grace and shook my head. My large cock wasn't going to fit. I was disappointed, but I was still aroused. I looked at Grace and cocked an eyebrow. She smiled and pushed me backwards. I scuttled back and she moved in between Chris and I. She got onto all fours and presented herself to me. I looked at the swollen, meaty lips of her cunt as they splayed out from between her upper thighs. I could smell her arousal. I reached forward and pushed a finger into her. She moaned and moved her ass in a circular motion. I moved my finger in and out and felt the juices coat it. I pulled my finger out and put it into my mouth. I sucked off her stronger tasting juices and moved up behind her. I lined up my cock with her opening and pressed forward slowly. The mushroom head of my cock flared as it pressed into her and then it finally popped into her cunt. I pushed and my cock slid all the way into her hot moist channel.We both groaned as I entered her. I pulled back until only the head remained inside and then pushed back in slowly. I continued this long slow stroking for a while and then I drove into her hard. She gasped and then moaned. Grace went down onto her elbows and then lowered her mouth to Chris' cunt. I saw Chris' eyes pop open as she felt Grace's tongue caress her. She looked down the length of her body and watched as Grace made love to her. I continued my stroking into Grace and varied my rhythm. Chris pushed up onto her elbows and tried to look over Grace's uptilted ass, but she couldn't see anything."I want to watch," Chris muttered hopefully.Grace pulled away from Chris' cunt and I heard her mumble something. Chris smiled and then pulled out from under Grace. I thought she was going to move next to me, but I was surprised when she merely spun around and slid under Grace. I looked down between our coupled bodies and saw my nieces grinning face. She watched as my large cock slid in and out of Grace, who bent down and returned to eating out the young girl. I felt a light touch on my balls and knew that Chris was feeling them. Her fingers seemed to be everywhere. They clasped my stroking shaft and then delved in besides it. She probed and fondled Grace's sopping cunt and fondled my balls. She stroked my shaft as it pulled out. Grace began to groan under the onslaught of my cock and Chris' fingers. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Grace told us in a breathless whisper.I felt Chris' hot breath and looked down to see that she had moved up and was licking at Grace's cunt. Grace moaned in reaction."Oh gawdddddd!" Grace moaned and bucked and shook.I pressed deeply into her and held onto her waist as her orgasm coursed through her. She finally stopped moving about and sighed. Grace rolled over and lie on her back. She stretched languorously and grinned."Mmmmmmmm!" She intoned.I remained on my knees. My hard glistening cock bobbing in the air. Chris rolled over and got onto all fours. I watched as she reached out and grasped my cock. Her small hand stroked me and then she leaned forward and once again took me into her mouth. I threw my head back and savored the intensity of the sensation. She expertly sucked on my swollen member. I heard her moan and looked down to find Grace probing Chris' cunt with several fingers. Chris continued to suck on my cunt and Grace worked two then three fingers into her. Grace started moving her fingers in and out more quickly and soon she was slamming her hand in and out of Chris as though it were a thrusting cock. Chris was rocking back and forth between my cock and Grace's hand. Her moans evidenced her enjoyment. The feeling of her mouth on my cock was rapturous. "Try again," Grace said."What?" I asked. My lust clouded mind wondering at the statement."Try to fuck her again. She feels loose enough," Grace told me.Grace took her fingers out of Chris' cunt and stopped the young girl's sucking. Chris looked at her with a dazed expression; lost in her lust. Grace guided her and had her turn her body away from me. Chris was in the same position that Grace had been in earlier. Her small labia poked out from between her slender thighs. I moved up behind her and pushed her legs apart with my knees. I grasped my cock and aimed it down at her cunt. I used my free hand to splay the outer lips and then pressed the mushroom cap of my cock into her. Her cunt resisted and I thought I would fail again, but then I felt something give and my cock slowly slid into her. Chris grunted as she took my girth. Her cunt was incredibly tight and I could feel it touching all around my cock. It was like sliding a hand into a glove that was one size too small. I continued to push until I felt there was no more room. She had five inches of cock stuffed into her. I pulled back slowly and watched as her inner lips distended back and clutched at my shaft as though unwilling to let it go. I pushed back in slowly. She was no looser. I started pumping in and out slowly. It was an exquisite feeling. She was warm, and moist, and tight, and clasping. It was indescribable. Chris grunted with every thrust. I thought it might be hurting her, but then she started pushing back when I drove into her. I could feel my balls churning and knew it wouldn't be long.I looked over at Grace, who knelt beside Chris and saw she was working several fingers in and out of her own cunt as she watched my large cock penetrate the young girl. She saw me watching her and smiled."Fuck! This is hot," she said to me. Her eyes bright with arousal."Ahhhh, jeezusssss!" I moaned. "I'm going to cum." A thought crossed my mind and I looked wide eyed at Grace. I opened my mouth to say something, but Grace shook her head."Go ahead she's on the pill," Grace said to me.I don't know why, but her statement drove me over the edge and I felt my cock swell as it prepared to spew forth."Oooooooooh!" Chris moaned as she felt me swell. I felt my cum jet out of my cock. I felt drops of cum spray onto my thighs as I drove into her. I shot jet after jet and it oozed out alongside my cock and made squishing noises as I continued to plunge into her. My cock filled her up so that there was no room for my cum and it kept oozing and spraying out. Her thighs glistened and I could feel the moisture seep onto my balls. I groaned and held onto her hips as I continued to satisfy myself. My back muscles tightened and my neck felt stiff. My legs began to tremble and I tried to stay up on my knees. I let the feeling wash through me and then I let go and fell back onto my haunches. My cock pulled out with a sucking plop and fell onto my thigh with a sticky sound. I focused on Chris' cunt and saw how red and swollen it appeared. Her vulva was opened and it slowly closed upon itself. Gobs of greyish-white cum oozed out of her and clung to her labia. "Don't' move," Grace said and she slid off the bed. Chris looked back over her shoulder and grinned at me. I smiled back and she started to chuckle. So did I. Her laugh was infectious and by the time Grace returned with a towel we were both laughing like a couple of idiots. Grace shook her head in wonder and reached down to wipe the mess off of our diminutive lover. She finished and threw the towel in my face. I took it and wiped myself off. I threw myself down onto the bed and sighed. Chris lie down and lay half across my chest, looking up at me. One of my biggest fantasies had just been fulfilled and I was savoring the memory.Grace lie down on my opposite side and molded her body against mine."Why is she on the pill?" I asked the ceiling."I thought it was a good idea," Grace said.I realized then that this event had been planned. "What's going to happen when Michelle finds out? Your both going to be dead.""Mom's not going to find out," Chris said with determination."They always find out," I muttered. "So. How long have you two been fooling around?" I asked. Not addressing either of them directly."A little while," Grace said."When?" I asked, trying to think of when they had had the opportunity."Grace has been coming over to our house," Chris said matter-of-factly.I looked at Grace and frowned."Michelle asked me to sit with Chris a couple of times when she comes home from school until your brother gets home. Amanda's been having a lot of after school activities lately and they didn't want to have to drive all over trying to juggle their schedules.""How come I didn't know about this?""I wanted it to be a surprise," Grace muttered into my shoulder."So all this time, I thought you were out whoring around or something and you've been over there trying to seduce my niece?" I asked accusingly, but she saw through my false anger and nodded yes."Actually," Grace said rising on one elbow, "I don't know who seduced who."I looked down at Chris who grinned and then buried her face into my chest. I sighed and shook my head. The 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 23 |
hospitality.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/80/hospitality.txt | Author's Note: This was first released as only the first chapter which has been included for readability.***Chapter 1She opened the bedroom door and entered. Without a word she lifted the plain cotton nightie over her head revealing a nicely shaped mid-twenties body to the somewhat older man laying expectantly on the bed. She approached him and pulled the sheet off the tenting erection. With practiced ease the young woman straddled him and took the bare cock inside of her. She smiled as he fondled her breasts while she rode him. Her beauty and talented cunt ensured that he soon thrust into her groin and grunted the release of his hot seed. After giving him a moment to savor the pleasure she dismounted and cleaned her pussy with the damp washcloth and towel she had brought. Putting on her nightie she gave her sated partner a quick kiss and went to the next room.The heavy set older man was seated wearing only boxer shorts. She again removed her nightie but got on all fours crossways on his bed. This man's cock was fat like the rest of him so she could take him only when her cunt was already loosened and wet. He stood on the floor and entered her slowly, taking several strokes for full penetration. Her young body felt tight to him and the unusual fullness was pleasurable to her. They rutted for about five minutes until this man also spurted semen inside her. She repeated her cleanup, redressing, and goodnight kiss.The third bedroom had twin beds, each occupied by a teen age boy. This time she lay back on the older boy's bed and offered her pussy to them. As the first boy mounted her she drew the other one to her mouth and enjoyed their young hardness at both ends. Four hands caressed her body as they penetrated her. After the boy on top blasted his hot juice on her cervix he withdrew and the brothers switched places. The second boy soon added his cum to her pussy and then she cleaned up. Their goodnight kisses were accompanied by a squeeze to their still hard cocks.On the way back to her own room she stopped to pee and tried to keep the cum in her cunt. As she expected, this next man was also hard in anticipation. She laid on her back next to him and he rubbed the copious cum into her pussy, bringing her the climaxes that the hurried earlier couplings had not produced. She stroked and sucked his hard cock until she felt his release getting close then pulled him between her thighs. He placed only the head of his cock into her vagina and her fingers kept stroking until his cum joined the four deposits already there. As he rolled off and cuddled with the young woman he finally spoke, "Thank you for providing such wonderful hospitality to my uncles and nephews, dear wife."Chapter 2The young wife had a sad look in her face as she told her husband that her period had started. It was two days late which had given her false hope. Hugging her, the husband said, "We shall just have to invite my male relatives for another visit and you can again be the 'hostess with the mostest', or maybe we should say the 'hostess who gets the mostest'. I know you were shy at first but were obviously enjoying screwing each of them by the end of their visit. I will extend the invitation for a couple of weeks from now when you are ovulating again. I have not thought of any better way for us to have a child with at least some of my genes since I cannot do it myself." She hugged him back, her pussy tingling with the recent memories of her first strange cocks since meeting her husband. And the thought that she was trying to get pregnant every time she fucked them was even more stimulating.The older uncle could not attend and the eager wife knew that she would miss the novel feeling of his large penis. The younger relatives were actually more fun in bed. The nephews had separate rooms this time which would be better for the changes her husband had suggested. Since female orgasm increased the likelihood of conception, she would spend enough time with each partner for that to happen before going to the next man. She would lay on her back after each sperm injection for 5 to 10 minutes. A schedule determined the order of her visits so that, in the morning and evening rounds, there would be equal chances to be the first one to send the sperm that quicken her egg.Her climaxes came easier than she expected. Feeling the spurts of babymaker juice deep inside her, together with the differing sensations of the three men she was fucking, was highly stimulating. When at last she returned to her husband's bed she could only offer a blowjob. He was content with that, not wanting to interfere with the goal of the visit. Even after three days of keeping the wife's cervix well bathed in sperm, her period returned.The determined couple devised another strategy. The husband's uncle and his two sons had known the reason for their visits all along. A cousin was also invited to join the breeding. This time there would be essentially a week long orgy surrounding her most fertile time. The uncle could only be there the weekend before and after but the brothers and cousin would stay all week. The wife had built up her sexual endurance with the plentiful exercise of the two previous visits but still wondered how well she would handle five horny men... she didn't expect her husband to go without her pussy all week. And he didn't want to miss experiencing it all slicked up with strange cum. The eight days were a blur of pleasure. She ovulated early in the week and it kicked her libido into overdrive. The wife sometimes got so caught up in her erotic needs that she didn't make love to, or even fuck, her partners, she simply mated with them. She became a fertility goddess seeking to extract all the sperm possible as she was laid by one fertile man after another. She slept with a different man each night but might be awakened for a quick screwing by another (or two) even as she lay next to the bed partner. Of course they would often be stimulated to make yet another sperm injection. Her body had become accustomed to the variety of cocks and semen so it let down all of its defenses and her cervix opened to welcome the billions of wigglers into her womb as her egg came to meet them. She got by on naps during the days and nights. When her husband got a chance to bury his dick in her sopping pussy, she smiled and said, "Are you enjoying your house whore?" "I'll enjoy her even more when she gets knocked up!" was his reply.This time her period did not come and the test confirmed that she had caught. The couple celebrated with a champagne dinner at a nice restaurant. Later in bed, as her husband rubbed the belly holding their baby-to-be, the wife grinningly said, "I think that a father should be able to have sex with the mother of his child. Since we don't know which one hit the target perhaps they all should be given the opportunity for my hospitality. I would like the visits to continue but NOT with so many at once. Also you should know that the women in my family get extremely horny while pregnant and you will welcome the help!" A virgin at her wedding, the wife had discovered her female potential and there was no going back. Her husband had better enjoy the ride!Chapter 3The young wife was right, pregnancy kept her sex drive in high gear. Ever the considerate husband, he began arranging a visitation schedule with the all of the family sperm donors, telling them the good news and promising more individual hospitality on the next visits. The previous two family get-togethers had turned into breeding parties. Now that the goal had been reached, the young wife wanted quality time with each of the possible fathers, especially when her husband was away at work. This time there would be lots of titty, belly, cock, and ass rubbing. Plenty of pussy eating and cock sucking. Long, delicious foreplay before the inevitable humping in every possible position. She expected lots of caressing, sucking, kissing, and pinching of her breasts before and while her vagina was filled and emptied with each stroke, its sensitive areas stimulated by the edges of the cock head and the individual length, thickness and shape of the current occupant. Her pussy would sense the slowing incursions, the swelling of the shaft and finally the pulses as the semen was delivered to its natural receptacle. She could always feel the hot liquid flowing into her and, if the man had not ejaculated for a while, she would sometimes feel the force of the first splash against her cervix and vagina. Her primal response to the man's seed would often cause her to writhe in orgasm, signalling her reproductive system to welcome the newly arrived sperm. Then there would be cuddling with the softening cock soaking in her cum filled cunt.The husband's uncle had a flexible schedule and was first to visit. He could work on the internet so stayed all during the week. This suited the horny wife just fine and they enjoyed leisurely and pleasurable screwing during the day whenever she could lure him away from his computer. When the husband returned after work, he took over the wife's pleasurings, sliding easily into her slippery pussy with his cock hard from anticipation. He pictured what she was doing often while at work. The uncle was given a "tuck in" fuck at bedtime before she returned to the marital bed.While the nephews were on school break, they each stayed a week at a time. The previous experience with their aunt, the first woman for each, had mostly been basic fucking even though an unforgettable amount of it. This time the wife could focus on them individually and teach them the finer points of pleasuring a woman. By the end of their week they had developed talents and endurance very pleasing to the hostess and, she was quite sure, to any women in their future. She looked forward to their next visits. They were also curious about fucking her as her belly and tits enlarged.Her husband's cousin was able to take long weekends when it was his time to visit. He was married but not greatly experienced so she taught him some of the finer points of good lovemaking. Her husband gave them extra time alone by working Saturday. The cousin's wife was aware of the goings on and was stimulated by her husband's experiences plus his new skills in bed. She decided to get pregnant also and when that was confirmed asked to accompany him on future visits. Although the hostess wanted all the cock for herself, she extended the hospitality and knew her husband would enjoy the new pussy. Perhaps she could invite one (or more?) of the other men at that time to help out. She had better check with the cousin's wife first to see how much she was willing to spread her pussy around. This was getting more complicated, she thought, but very interesting!The young wife's pregnancy progressed well and was enjoyed by all of her men. She felt loved and satisfied. Neither of the spouses had realized quite how much their decision to have family sperm donors would forever change their sex lives but they did not regret it. She sometimes wondered about the future. What would her life be like with a baby at her breast? Would she want another child? That would all play out as time went on, she knew. Right now she had a husband who she deeply loved, in and out of bed, and some visiting men that looked forward her hospitality.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 80 |
bukkakebox.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/76/bukkakebox.txt | It was weird. I used to hate those women who were always checking themselves in the mirror; inspecting their hair; reviewing their make-up; examining their curves and cleavage. Get the fuck over yourself, I'd think. But on the day after we got back from vacation I found myself doing the exactly same thing. Well, not exactly the same thing. I was worse. I had opened the closet door where Rick had mounted a full length mirror so that it faced the big mirror by the sink. Then I'd stripped down to my birthday suit and stood between them, studying my bod from front and back. Holy shit I looked good; my skin radiated the rich, deep, copper splendor of the best tan I'd ever had, my usually blandly brown hair was alive with natural sunny highlights and my body was firm and tight from a week of dancing, swimming and fucking. It was a weird sensation, feeling good about my appearance. I'd been such a frumpy dork as a teenager. All through school I had awful braces, ugly glasses, bad skin, lank hair and a wardrobe of oversized hand-me-down sweaters and thrift store skirts my obsessively thrifty mother foisted on me. I had gotten my act together since then, but that kind of self-doubt puts down deep roots. Rick was always pushing me to wear skimpier, slinkier outfits when we went out, but I just didn't feel comfortable in that slutty shit. So you can imagine the fit I threw when I found out he had booked us in a "clothing optional" resort in Mexico for our vacation. Oh it was bad. Especially since I didn't discover his little trick until we were being shown to our room. I demanded we leave immediately, but we were already checked in so I agreed to stay one day. Then that afternoon we were lounging by the salt water pool and I saw a fat couple lolling around in the buff so I worked up my courage and took off my top. Rick kept bringing me daiquiris and my mood kept improving. Pretty soon I was hanging out bare ass naked. Me! It got really weird when this Canadian lawyer swam up and started hitting on me. I was flattered, he was pretty handsome, but I turned him away of course. When I looked around to see where the hell Rick was, I saw him lurking by the bar: watching. He immediately brought me back to the room for some energetic, and very imaginative, lovemaking. As we lay holding each other afterwards, Rick admitted he gets really turned on when other guys ogle me. Now don't get the impression that Rick is some cuckold-wannabe. He's a big, manly, good-ole-boy who runs his dad's successful custom glass and mirror company. But for some reason he just likes it when guys check me out. So, I spent the entire vacation undressed or barely dressed as I strutted around and flirted while Rick hung back and got hornier and hornier. We'd fuck two or three times a day and I got to feeling like quite a hot piece of ass. And you know what? If felt frickin' awesome. So there I was, back at home, between those two mirrors, checking out my body. I was lifting my boobs up to check if my tan extended to the girls' under-crease when Rick walked in. "Oh, that's what a man likes to see when he comes home from work," he said. "Hey studly," I said with a big smile as I struck a centerfold pose."How was your first day back?" "It sucked," he said glumly as he came over to take me in his big powerful hands and lean in to kiss me. "You should've taken an extra rest day like I did." "They knew I was back in town. They'd have been calling me all day anyway." "Why, was the place a smoking ruin when you got back?" "Not quite. We had an emergency with a weird custom job. You know that place on the east side of town called Swankies?" "What, the nudie bar everyone calls Skankies?" "Yeah. They had ordered a big box made of two way mirrors with the mirror surfaces facing in, but Murray, the stupid fuck, build it wrong way out. So they had to rebuild it over the weekend and we were late with the order. I had to go out there to smooth things over." "My poor studly, he had to go to a strip club for work today," I said with more than a little sarcasm. "Hey, the Monday afternoon talent isn't exactly the cream of womanhood.I feel like my eyes got crabs looking at that bunch." I laughed, but a detail of his story was bugging me. "Why would they need a two way mirror box with the mirrors facing in?" "'Cause the guys can see in and from the outside it looks like there are a zillion girls dancing. But it's real freaky from the inside. I got in there to test the joins and it's like being in a huge room full of your own duplicates." He looked at the two mirrors facing each other in the bathroom, displaying a lined up army of me-clones. "Like with these two mirrors, but closer and on all four sides." "Wow," I said, thinking it over. "So the girl in there wouldn't see the audience I guess." "Nope, just herself; lots and lots of herself." The idea of dancing nude in a small box among a sea of my own duplicates while being watched by men I couldn't see caught in my brain like a barb. It would certainly make it easier to do something like that if you couldn't see the perverts leering at you and you knew they couldn't lurch up and touch you. "Hey, doesn't Swankies have an amateur night?" I asked. "Yeah, their sign said every Monday nigh..." Rick's mouth dropped open as I stood grinning at him. *** So there we were, in the parking lot of Swankies. We'd decided to go after ten so there would be a bigger crowd. The anticipation had been driving Rick nuts. Rick kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this in a tone of voice that left no doubt that he hoped I was. I confirmed I was still willing, but I was feeling really nervous. Swankies is in an iffy part of town and the clientele I saw entering the place was noticeably rough looking and "ethnic", if you know what I mean. I was glad I had a big guy like Rick with me. "You seem nervous," he said. "Of course I am. It wouldn't be a thrill if I wasn't." "I got something that might help that," he said and pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket. I'm not as fond of weed as Rick and his buddies, but I like it for special occasions and I certainly considered this occasion more special than most. We smoked it down to a uselessly tiny roach and unsteadily pulled ourselves from the acrid fog of the car. As we moved in slow motion towards the entrance I felt distinctly groovy and light headed. Swankies was a cool place to be stoned. Neon lights, strobes, mirrors and loud, loud music flooded through me. I looked at the stage but didn't see the mirror box. I briefly wondered if the alleged box was one of Rick's tricks to get me there to strip; like his little nudist resort stunt. But I just laughed at the thought, mostly because I was so frickin' high. Rick guided me to the bar and started talking to the bartender but I didn't hear, or care about, a thing he said. I was watching some Latina chick with a big ass, droopy tits and a collection of homemade tattoos strutting around on runway to an extra base-heavy version of "Poker Face". When I looked down at the crowd I saw a lot of guys looking at me hopefully. A slick looking white guy in a shiny suit came out and spoke to Rick for a bit before escorting us through the crowd to a hallway in back. A neon sign said "VIP Rooms". He showed us into a largish room where only the base track from the music out front penetrated. The room was dimly lit, painted red and floored in scuffed and faded red linoleum. There were a few chairs scattered about but on one side of the room stood a glass box; seven feet tall and a yard square at the base. It was dark, like a monolith. "So your girl wants to do the Infinite Glory huh?" he asked with a leer."Wow, Infinite Glory?" I asked, laughing like a stupid stoner chick."Cool." "We've discovered a... um, exhibitionist streak in our relationship," said Rick. "Gettin' hard core, huh?" said the manager gesturing towards the box. "But I don't judge. Just get her in there and I'll announce that we're having a special show." Then he left. "This is gonna be awesome," I said with a spacey giggle. "So you're still into it?" Rick asked. "Heck yeah. How do I get in there?" Rick showed me how the back opened and how the colored neon lights mounted into the corners worked. It blew my mind. Standing in there with a multitude of me stretching off in every direction lit in yellow, pink, purple and blue, I felt like I was in a crazy dream. I tried dancing, but it was a little tight for anything more than just wiggling in place. "Hey, what are these things?" I asked, indicating three clear Lucite knobs inside the box. They were attached to the inner mirror surfaces on either side of the door as well as on the door itself. They were about three feet off the ground and attached at the center to three inch circular plugs of mirror mounted to their panel in clear plastic flanges. "I don't know," said Rick. "I know they pull out. I think they must be for ventilation or something." "Oh, I have such a smart, studly man," I said throwing myself at him and kissing him deeply. I felt his hard-on already uncoiling in his jeans. We made out for a while. We probably would have ended up having sex right there if the manager didn't come back in. "OK love-birds, break it up, it's show time. Get in there honey and I'll let the guys in." He was rushing me like he was worried I'd change my mind. I felt my knees go weak. I thought, Holy shit, I'm actually doing this as I climbed inside. "Hey, sweetie: ain't room in that thing to strip. Just take your clothes off now," said the manager. I looked at Rick who had that goggle-eyed, horny look I'd gotten to know so well in Mexico. Taking that as his final acquiescence I pulled off my tight yellow dress and shed my bra and panties as they both watched. Winking once at Rick, I climbed into the box. The manager poked his head inside just before shutting the door. "Just dance around in there until you get good and hot. When you're ready just open the holes there and get to work," he said before closing the door and turning off the lights. Perhaps it was because I was stoned; perhaps it was because I was nervous and horny; but It didn't occur to me that the box had an odd ventilation system. Nor did it occur to me what he meant by "get to work" after I had opened the vents. I didn't really have time to consider it because within a few seconds the neon lights came on and began flashing through blue, pink, purple and yellow while music started up and flooded the box with pulsing, thumping sound. I started dancing. As I said, there wasn't a whole lot of room in there so I didn't really dance so much as writhe around in time to the music. I twisted and stretched, ran my hands all over my body, pushed my tits and ass up against the glass and even played with my pussy and boobs a little. All the while I watched a multitude of me reflected off into the four corners of infinity; looking sexy and awesome in the shifting colors of the pulsating neon lights. I almost wished I could see the guys out there looking in and lusting over me so I could get confirmation I was looking as hot as I thought I did. And speaking of hot, it got really hot in there really quickly as I danced around in that confined space. Soon my skin was covered with a gloss of sweat that started to run down my body and soak my hair. When the second song ended, I decided it was time to get some fresh air so I reached behind me, took hold of the little Lucite knob in the door panel and popped out the circular piece of mirror. I thought I heard a noise over the start of the next song but I ignored it as I popped the other two circular plugs out of the holes in the side panels. I was certain I heard a noise then; like a cheer or something. These guys must really be into proper ventilation, I thought to myself. So, I started dancing again. Since I was so wet with sweat I thought it would look awesome to my anonymous audience if I slapped my tits against the front of the booth and slid them down the glass. I was pushing back from this move when I ran right into a dick. It was poking through the hole in the back and aimed right at my pussy. It actually slipped in a little before I jumped up in surprise and looked down at my ventilation holes. Plump, veiny cocks were sprouting from each one. Those weren't ventilation holes, they were gloryholes. Have you ever not gotten a really obvious joke and then feel stupid when the punch line belatedly makes sense to you? That's how I felt when the phrase "Infinite Glory" suddenly popped into my head as I looked down at those proud penises reflected over and over and over in the collection of parallel mirrors. I turned around to stare into the front panel of the box as if the power of my glare could melt through and set Rick on fire. Damn it Rick, I thought. This is going way too fucking far! He had tricked me again. I turned back towards the door panel but those pricks were still there pointing at me; two black, one white. They sure looked eager; so hard; so enticing. I was pissed at Rick for popping this crap on me unexpectedly, but... If this kind of thing turned him on... Well, I couldn't deny being curious. Besides, I was so fucking horny and that big, dusky center dick was so long, thick and tempting. I mean, it was what Rick wanted, right? I turned around and pushed my ass towards the big ebony shaft. I felt it slip up along the wet crease of my pussy so I reached under and pushed it back towards my vag. Good God, it was fat. I felt my lips get split wide and my insides get stretched tight as it pushed into me. I slid by ass back until I couldn't take any more cock and it started working in and out, fucking me deep. I reached to each side and started stroking the other two cocks. When I looked at myself in the front mirror I saw a sweaty, wild eyed slut with disembodied cocks in both hands. When I turned towards the side I saw the same slut with a big black dick fucking her from behind, seemingly from out of nowhere. That's when I came; the first time anyway. I started "dancing" again; moving back and forth on that monster prick as I ran my fingers along the underside of the other two in time with the music. My left hand popped the first one off pretty quick and long streamers of cum shot out to splat onto my feet. It felt hot and slick. Soon after that, the huge shaft inside me began to pump and I settled back onto it to let it fill me. When it withdrew I turned around to show off my stretched out, gaping pussy to the front panel as gooey torrents of white slime flowed from my hole to run down my thighs and drip to the floor in long strands. Watching in the mirrors, I felt my lust jump to near feral intensity. Looking down I saw all of the glory holes were full again. I sank to my knees and eagerly got to work. It wasn't hard managing three gloryholes at once. I'd suck one and jerk two, making sure to cycle around so everyone got some mouth time. Some tasted nasty, some were fresh, some where cut, some where not; but I was in such a state of heat that I eagerly took them all. I could tell when one was about to shoot because slick, slimy flows of glossy pre-cum would squeeze out onto my hand or across my tongue. When I knew it was about to erupt I'd get in front of it and let it coat my face or tits with pumping jets of spunk. When presented with a cock I particularly liked I'd get up to push my pussy back onto it and let him fuck me as I fingered my clit. Once either I got off or he did, I'd be back on my knees; milking and sucking; milking and sucking. I got filthy quickly. I enjoyed watching my progress in the mirrors as I got coated in flows of dripping, stretching strands of frothy viscous cum. I'd blow bubbles of the stuff as layers of if flowed across my lips. I'd play with it, stretching long filigrees between my fingers, face, tits and a procession of flush, twitching cocks. I'd push my sticky tits up to slurp quantities of it from my flesh as I stared with wicked eyes out into the musky mirrored universe of my little box. Time seemed to fade into a meaningless abstract as my entire being became focused on penises and sperm, sperm and penises. My only goal was provoking the next eruption and feeling the hot splat of spunk on skin or the salty overripe melon taste filling my mouth to overflow with a burst of man seed. It was like I was drunk on the stuff; high on pheromones. I grew greedy for more as semen bathed my skin, filled my belly and flooded my womb. It was something of a surprise when, after an eternity of sucking and jerking, a smallish black dick in the back gloryhole withdrew after filling my mouth with a heavy load and a replacement didn't automatically pop in to take its place. With relief, for my jaw and hands were growing sore and my skin crusty, I realized that I had taken care of the whole crowd. I turned to face the front of the box and squatted with my thighs wide as I slowly stroked the last two pricks. I was barely recognizable under a blanket of the doomed genetic effluvia of an unknown number of strangers and my distended pussy dripped with a sick slag of spent sperm. I knew Rick was out there looking at me. I wondered what he thought. Did he get what he wanted from his little trick? I hated to admit it, but once again I was glad he'd lured me into his depraved fantasy. I would never have agreed to something like this if he'd leveled with me first. The cock in my right hand suddenly threw its load out in long streamers that hung on my tits and brought me back from my thoughts. I decided I'd treat the last cock to my pussy. I bent over and put my ass up against the hole and let him slide easily inside me. He didn't last long. Spent, I sagged onto the sperm soaked floor of the now filthy Box of Infinite Glory as the lights turned off again. I looked up as the door panel open and there was Rick. "Thanks for the surprise," I said thickly through lips sticky with cum. But I noticed he wasn't smiling. His face was white; his eyes wide in shock. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He just looked at me blankly. "Oh shit," I said. Obviously this was all a surprise for him too. "I'm... I'm so... um, sorry?" he said. Maybe it was because I was still high on weed; maybe it was because I was drunk on the musky scent of the pheromones; maybe it was merely because of the comically wide-eyed look on my boyfriend; but whatever the reason I just started laughing. "I thought this was the next step in your little fantasy," I was finally able to say. "No. No, it wasn't. Not at all," sighed Rick. He stammered for a bit before finally spitting out, "But the weird thing was that I got really fucking turned on watching you in there. I don't want to be into that kind of shit. But that was so fucking sexy. " I laughed again. "How many guys did I do?" "I counted twenty two, might've been more." "Wow," I said as he pulled me up off the floor. "Hey, since we're both into this..." "The manager said they always have a good crowd on Friday," said Rick quickly. I smiled up at him and he blushed; embarrassed by his transparent enthusiasm. I was already looking forward to Friday. END |
mileybreaksout.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/celeb/mileybreaksout.txt | A lot of people have commented on my recent new look. Well, it was something I think I've always had inside me, but it's how it got out that I wanna talk about. People have speculated a lot on my relationship with my daddy, and a lot of their theories are just... gross. If they knew the truth, though, they'd forget all about that.Any of you girls with little brothers know this story; my little brother, Braison, or Bray, as I like to call him, is a little pervert. When he started peeping on me, it didn't really bother me, because I figured it was just a phase, and he'd get over it. Well, he didn't. Now that he's older, though, I have a different reason why I don't do anything about it. This is something I'd never tell anyone, but, the way Bray has grown up, well, not only do I secretly want him to look, I keep wishing he would just come in, and, well, do what I know he's been fantasizing about. Some of you might be wondering why I don't just invite him in.Well, the truth is, I don't have that much confidence. I know, that sounds strange, but the truth is, most of my career, hell, most of my life so far, has been daddy's idea. I've wanted for so long to break out and do my own thing, but I just haven't been confident enough to do it. Here's where that changed, though.I was home from another tour, and changing out of my flight clothes, when I saw him. Bray has never caught on to the fact that my bedroom door is fully visible from my mirror, so I always see him watching me. As usual, I wanted him to come in, but he didn't.That night, I had a dream, where he finally did what I've wanted him to do, and, well, you can guess where it went from there. When I woke up, I finally realized something; he was never gonna make his move. It was all up to me. I thought on that for what seemed like an hour, before I forced myself to get up.I cracked his door, and found him sleeping. He was covered up to his waist, and he was lying there, bare chest rising and sinking as he breathed. I crept in, closed the door behind me, and walked quietly up to his bed."Bray? Bray, wake up." I reached over and shook him. "Bray!" Bray finally awoke, blinking and rubbing his eyes. He yawned."Miley? What is it?""Bray, why do you peep on me?""What? What are you talking about?""Bray, I've seen you. I know.""I-I...""Bray, I'm your goddamn sister. Why do you wanna see me naked so badly?""I don't know what...""Is it because you wanna fuck me, Bray?" The look on his face when I reached down and took off my night shirt was priceless. All of a sudden, his big sister was standing in front of him, completely naked except for a pair of purple panties. "Is that it?" I whispered. "Do you wanna fuck me?" The audible gulp told me all I needed to know.I crawled onto the bed with him, and pressed my lips to his. He immediately got into it, making out with me. My brother is a really good kisser. I hadn't realized just how badly he'd wanted me though, as he quickly moved to my neck, which caused me to shiver a little, then down to my shoulders, before cupping my breasts in his hands, and kissing between them. Something I'll bet y'all didn't know, my breasts are very sensitive, and the way Bray was feeling me up was making me very wet. I got even wetter when he started licking and sucking on my nipples.As he scooted up a little, I discovered not only was he sleeping naked, but his cock was very big, and hard as a rock. I reached down, wrapped my hand around it, and started to slowly stroke it. He groaned his approval, and I started moving down, kissing down his chest, down his stomach. Bray's groaning got more vocal as I wrapped my lips around his practically throbbing cock, and began to suck him off. "Oh, god, yes..." he whispered, "f-fuck, Miley..."I took his cock out of my mouth, and wrapped my titties around it. "Yeah... that feel good, Bray? You like feeling my titties around your big, hard dick?" Bray nodded. I put his cock back in my mouth, and continued licking and sucking on his swollen head. When I sensed he was getting close to coming, I looked up at him. "Wanna lick my pussy, Bray?" He again nodded.I slipped out of my panties, crawled up him until I was hovering over his face, and leaned on his headboard. He grabbed my thighs, and lowered me onto his face, and began eating me out. I immediately grimaced with pleasure as he buried his tongue deep inside my snatch. "Oh... Oh, god, Bray! Yes... just like that." I started to squeal a little as he probed deeper. All the while his hands had a vice-like grip on my butt-cheeks. By the time he started sucking on my little clitty, I knew I was gonna come, and, not wanting to wake the rest of the house, I bit down hard on his headboard. This muffled the high-pitched squeal I let out, as the orgasm hit me, and moved through my entire body.Once my pussy calmed down, I moved backed down, and kissed Bray. I could taste my pussy juices on his lips, and I licked the rest of them from around his mouth.We looked at each other silently, as I once again hovered, this time over his cock. Bray held his cock steady, and I lowered myself onto it, straddling him. I'd be lying if I said I'd never done anything like this before, but the feeling of my brother's big cock sliding into me, filling me up, felt like my first time all over again. I grimaced and bit my lip as I began slowly moving up and down on it, causing my boobs to slowly bounce. Bray now tightly gripped my hips, and slowly thrust into me. "Oh, God, Bray, I've wanted this for soooo loooong." I smirked a little. "Bet you have, too, huh?" The only answer I got was his manly grunts as we grinded against each other. I had my hands on his chest, and the look he was giving me was so hot, I couldn't stand it. "God, fuck me harder, baby!" He sped up his thrusts, and I knew I was close to coming again. When I did, I had to stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from crying out.After about the third orgasm, I knew he was getting close, so I leaned down, and whispered to him, "Bray... when you come, I want you to come in me. Can you do that?" He didn't respond, but I knew he would comply. When it finally came, we both climaxed together. I felt extremely satisfied, as I felt my brother's hot jism flowing inside me. I slid off him, and we made out for what felt like ten minutes after that, before I realized I should probably get back to my room, before we're caught.It was soon after that that I adopted my new look. The confidence I gained from making love to my brother inspired me to try something new, and Bray says he loves my new image. And I believe him, because we've started fucking pretty much every chance we get since then.END*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anythingin 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 |
rock.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/67/rock.txt | We hadn't run into a single person, which surprised me a little. It was a good trail for a little hike even if it did lead away from the waterfall and the creek. The trail wasn't too hard, but there were enough hills and ravines to keep the walk interesting."It sure is deserted," came Jeff's voice -- his thoughts must have been echoing mine. "People don't know what they're missing.""There weren't that many people around and everyone seems to like to hang out around the waterfall," I offered."Hey, I've got an idea," he returned, and in a voice that raised an alarm in my head. But he didn't continue."Yes?"He looked up and down the path, then came up close to me, and in a low voice said "Take off your clothes!"I laughed. "One track mind!" I answered.He grinned in response, but only briefly. "No! Let's do it! Take them off!""Honey!" It was dangerously close to a whine.Jeff didn't answer immediately, but looked away, out in the woods. Then he turned around and came up to me. He looked very serious. He leaned over and whispered, "I love you."I felt myself smile. I couldn't help it, I suppose. I have a weakness for those words when Jeff says them. He was backing away from me again but I caught his neck and kissed him. We must have stood there kissing for a minute or more.He put his lips to my ear again: "Take your clothes off." It was just a whisper, but I tried to make out the expression in his voice. Was it a loving request? A command? Which did I *want* to hear?We backed up from each other until we were holding each other at arm's length. I looked at his face and he looked so serious. He dropped his arms and backed up a couple more feet, then stood there looking at me, his legs slightly apart and his arms crossed.I glanced up and down the trail. Still no one. I looked back at Jeff. Still that determined expression. I started unbuttoning my shirt. His face seemed to relax just a little and he gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I'd paused after unbuttoning about three buttons, but started again, more slowly.I didn't know how much of this I was actually going to do. I got the shirt unbuttoned and pulled it off. I stood there looking at him again, standing there in my jeans and bra. He didn't move a muscle except that he raised his chin just a tiny bit. I looked up and down the trail again--still not a soul in sight. I reached back and unhooked my bra. I stood there, my arms dangling, my bra dangling from my right hand, still facing him.I wanted to do something to change the mood. I smiled and then touched my own nipple, watching him for a reaction. His expression didn't change for a second. "All of them," he finally said.My shoes. I got down and untied them and took them off. I worried about my socks. Should I stand there in socks after taking the rest of my clothes off? Silly of me. I realized I was thinking about actually doing it--getting completely naked out on this trail. I pulled off the socks.I stood up and undid my jeans. Again I looked around: nobody. I slid them down and stepped out of them. I stood there looking at him, standing in my underpants. It was only a little bit of clothes, but I felt very reluctant to part with them. He still stood there looking at me. He seemed so stern--I didn't remember him acting this way before. I slipped down the underpants and stepped out of them.He smiled just a little. "Good," he said, quietly. Then he went on:"Gather your clothes, roll them up in your jeans, and give them to me." I still didn't say a word. I just looked around, gathered them, and rolled them up in a neat little bundle. I stepped forward and gave them to Jeff. Something made me stay back from him and hold them out at arm's length. He took them and tucked them under his arm, still looking at me. I backed up and stood where I had been, about six feet in front of him. He turned and looked around, then walked over to a tree and reached up, putting the bundle of clothes on top of a branch where it met the trunk. It was way out of my reach.Then he turned again, now smiling. It wasn't the friendly smile I was used to. I wondered when he normally used this smile: it frightened me. He walked up to me and picked me up. Over his shoulder, holding on to my legs.Believe me, this was beyond anything I could imagine us ever doing. I didn't make a sound though--I guess it was some irrational fear that someone might hear. He walked down the trail and then set me down--on a huge rock. He'd put me right on the ede and in an instant, he was down on his knees between my legs, licking.I didn't realize how excited I was. In an instant I couldn't get enough; I just wanted him to keep licking forever. My feet dangled onto his back and I leaned back, supported by my straight arms behind me. I really felt out of control. I didn't want anything in the world except for Jeff to keep licking. And he did.But something caught my eye. I looked back along the trail and realized I was looking at two girls who had come up behind us. They were standing maybe one hundred feet down the trail, not moving, looking in our direction.But I didn't do anything. I couldn't. After I realized I'd seen them, I still couldn't break away from what Jeff was doing to me. A part of me--a little corner of my mind -- couldn't believe I could just keep on like this. But something about It -- it seemed to drive me wilder. I'd heard of people who were turned on by the idea of discovery, but I never would have believed that could be me.It was mind-blowing. I'm sure they could hear me gasping for breath as I came and came. Jeff didn't stop--at least not right away. I couldn't believe how long my body kept shuddering like that.Finally I had a grip on myself. I was back, leaning on my elbows. Jeff had stood up and was looking at me. "Honey, there's two girls over there," I said quietly.Jeff glanced at them and then looked back down at me. "Wave them over here," he said. He still looked at me. I couldn't believe he'd ask me to do that. I looked over at the two girls again. I guessed that they were in college, but I couldn't be sure. They were in jeans and sweatshirts. They looked like they might be sisters: both were small and slender and had short, dark curly hair. I lifted the arm nearer them and made a motion for them to come. They looked at each other briefly, then started coming forward. I'd done it. Now I couldn't believe that *I* had actually done such a thing.Jeff was unzipping his pants. He pulled out his cock and started rubbing it on me. Some irrational thought worried about the girls again, as if they hadn't seen so much all ready. They were approaching and stopped about five feet away. Jeff looked at them. "Take her hands," he said. I looked back at him, not believing he'd said that. The girls approached and one went around to the other side of the rock. They took my wrists and I lowered myself to lying back on the rock. "Hold them out," Jeff went on. Then I was lying, with one girl holding each wrist, holding my arms straight out.He stopped rubbing his cock up and down against me. I felt him put it in place, then he pushed in. I held my head up to see him doing it, but I immediately lay back, ending up staring at the trees and the bit of sky visible between the branches. I looked over to my right -- the girl was still holding my wrist, stretching my arm straight. I looked back up.He kept pushing in. I like that feeling inside me; it drives me wild. I couldn't get enough. He kept pushing and pushing, in and out. I felt him pull too far out sometimes, but it went back in so easily. The sensations were incredible.They just kept holding me like that and Jeff just kept going. I *needed* him to go faster. I started talking to him, not caring about the girls, trying to encourage him. I wanted to come so badly--I couldn't wait--if he'd only take me all the way. Once when he pulled too far out, he paused and rubbed his cock up and down against me before pushing back in. I almost went crazy.I don't know when I ever came like that. It was too much -- I'm almost glad I don't come like that every time. I just lay there, still staring up at the trees and little patches of sky. I realized the girls had finally given me back my hands. I got up on my elbows and looked around and they were gone. Jeff lifted me back up on my feet and went back to where he'd put my clothes. Finally I got dressed and we got started walking again.After a little while, we briefly glimpsed the two girls ahead of us. "Want to catch up with them?" asked Jeff. I wasn't sure. "Come on," said Jeff, picking up the pace, pulling me by the hand. I still wasn't sure, there was a part of me that wanted to crawl in a hole, but another part of me wanted to do it.After a couple minutes of fast walking, we were finally thirty feet or so behind them. "Wait up!" It was *me* who said it! They turned around and looked at us. "Hi, how are you doing?" I asked as we approached. Yes, I'm more social than Jeff, but I was still surprised at myself, feeling like I was running on automatic pilot.Their names were Anita and Jess, probably for Jessica. We walked along with them and they told us they were from the nearby state school. I hadn't gone there, but some of my high-school friends had and I'd seen the campus. Yes, they were sisters. I fell into conversation with Anita, who was very friendly, and Jeff and Jess were walking ahead. They weren't walking together, exactly, but somehow they seemed more the hikers while Anita and I seemed to stroll along, talking about anything and everything. We walked on for a while, then Jeff stopped and let us catch up. He took me aside, and said to me in a low voice, "Why don't you take off your clothes and walk naked for a while?""No! Are you crazy?" I hissed at him."Well, they saw you before," he answered, his voice still low."But... *now* it would be humiliating!""Well, wasn't..." But he didn't finish his thought. He appeared to give up on the idea and suggested we walk on.I fell in with Anita again. Jess and Jeff still walked ahead, still not together. "What did he want?" asked Anita in a low voice. I silently cursed Jeff for getting me into this position.But I gave in. "He wanted me to hike naked. Give him an inch..." I kept my voice low enough that the others wouldn't hear.Anita giggled a little. "Well, you must admit, there isn't a lot more of you that we could see," she said, brightly."Listen, believe it or not, that wasn't *me*. We've *never*...""OK, I believe you," she answered. Then she started talking about something else, much to my relief. We walked some more. It was a twelve-mile trail and we knew it would be quite some time before we reached the waterfall area again. We walked on and talked some more. I noticed that Jess and Jeff finally paired off and were talking too. I had a little tinge of doubt about it, Jess being so young and attractive and all, but dismissed it as not worth getting into a fuss over."You could just take off your shirt for a while," Anita was saying. I started, wondering how the conversation had drifted back into this area while I was thinking about Jeff and Jess. "It would give your husband a thrill," she went on. I didn't say anything and she continued once again: "Admit it, you thought that was exciting back there, and you'd love to relive some of that excitement"."Why do *you* want me to do this?" I returned. She didn't answer, but just grinned at me when I looked at her. She seemed so nice, and oddly enough, there was a sort of *innocence* about the whole thing that it is hard for me to express.I started unbuttoning my shirt as we walked. "Yes!" I heard her half-whispered reaction. I looked at her and realized I was grinning too much and continued unbuttoning. Then I got it off and was walking in my bra."Give it to me," she said. I handed her the shirt. "Go ahead," she responded. I reached back, unhooked my bra, and slipped it off. She held her hand for me to put it in and I complied. She bundled the shirt and bra in a roll and held it under her arm. We just walked silently for a little while, then she offered a comment and we started talking again. Naturally, a part of me continued wondering when Jeff would notice, but soon I was absorbed in talking to Anita again.But of course, soon it happened. I'd been watching Jeff even though my mind was elsewhere, and when I realized he'd turned around and stopped, I could still picture the moment he'd noticed. Anita and I stopped before we reached them. Jess had stopped and turned too, just a step or two beyond Jeff. I tried to keep a grin off my face. He started walking back to us and Jess followed. The four of us ended up in a little circle, a little closer together than I suppose we'd normally be. They were all looking at my chest.No one said a thing. Finally, Jeff reached up to touch one of my nipples. I guess I should have expected *something* to happen, but somehow I wasn't prepared for this. When he touches my nipples, I always respond, and I realized immediately that I had to stop this right away or I'd probably be beyond my own control in a minute. After just a few seconds, I took hold of his wrist and pushed it back to him. He stared at me just a second, then said "Well, we'd better keep going," and pulled out of the circle. When we'd started walking, he fell in beside me and whispered in my ear: "Interesting!" and kissed my cheek. Then he and Jess led the way again and soon were a little ways up ahead."OK, give me my clothes," I said to Anita when Jeff and Jess weren't close enough to hear me. She didn't do it, but just smiled a little."You're very sensitive, aren't you?" offered Anita. I realized she meant my nipples. I had a sinking feeling I shouldn't have done this despite what Jeff and I'd done in front of them before."I guess so.""Why don't you touch yourself... a little?" I glanced at her. She was looking right into my eyes, expectantly.I must have done it before thinking. I touched my right nipple with the fingers of my right hand. I was looking at her and her eyes were still locked on mine. She didn't glance at my chest even for a second. Then I realized what I was doing and took my hand away. She smiled at me and then looked ahead again as we walked. We walked in silence for a little while before she started talking again."Can you give me back my shirt?" I finally said.She smiled at me. "No; you keep walking like that." And she went on as if nothing weird were happening.I did seem to forget about my state once in a while, but of course my mind kept coming back to it. She wouldn't give me my shirt. The two in front of us glanced back at us occasionally. I guess they would have done that in any case, but I was just sure they were checking *me* out. I felt like a slave with three owners. And I guess deep down, a part of me is rather wild, because I kind-of liked it.Anita didn't say any more about it--she just walked on, talking about other things. Well, we did talk a little about her social life and she told me she hoped to eventually hook up with a man who was into crazy things like Jeff and me. I assured her again that this was my only experience anything like this at all. She appeared to accept that, but I still worried about whether she actually believed me. I don't know why I should have worried about it.Finally Jeff and Jess stopped up ahead of us and turned around and waved. Jeff yelled "Civilization!" Anita and I immediately stopped and she gave me back my clothes. I quickly put on the shirt and stuffed the bra in my jeans pocket.Jeff and Jess were standing together up ahead, talking to each other. They looked kind of close. Anita told me she had something that I ought to have and she showed me a picture of me and Jeff on the rock! "I was going to keep it, but now I think you should have it," she explained."What were you going to do? Show it to your friends to prove you really did meet up with a crazy couple?""No... *really*, I wasn't. I just wanted to remember..."I looked at her. She really was such a sweet person. "Keep it," I said, finally, not believing I was saying this. "Show it to that husband you find in the future who you want to do crazy things with." She took it back and beamed at me. And she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.I looked ahead again, in time to see Jess kiss Jeff. It was on the mouth, but it was only a peck. I felt my heart in my throat for a second, then decided it wasn't worth worrying about. They didn't do any more.We reached picnic grounds and split up. Jeff and I went straight to our car and drove back to our motel. Though nothing like our time on that rock, the rest of that afternoon in the motel was plenty wild.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out ofthe hands of children. They should be outside playingin the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 67 |
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shirley1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/shirley1.txt | When my younger sister Jayne suggested that we could take our parents on a holiday I was not keen on the idea, it was not the going away that I was unsure about, but rather the idea that Jayne and myself might be at the beck and call of our parents and not actually have a holiday ourselves, my husband Derek was happy for me to go as long as it was going to be a holiday for us all and not just our parents.It was arranged for us to have a caravan for two weeks but I would be returning after one week with my father who did not want to stay for the fortnight, while Jayne would remain for the second week with our mother, a job I did not envy her at the time.Jayne is a divorced mother of 42, slightly built but with fiery temperament she has always had a zest for life with a "live it while you can" attitude, which she was to prove to me all too soonI am a married mum of 45, with a few more curves than Jayne, but with a lot less experience of life than her, I have never been unfaithful during my 25 years of marriage even though I have had the opportunity on a number of occasions, I have never wanted to go with anyone else as I am very happy with my husband, but I must admit that our sex life had become somewhat routine and we had talked about how to put some spice back into our love life, I had however never dreamt that it would be this holiday that did itThe holiday started pretty much as we had expected, dad watching TV whilst mum seemed content to sit and smoke.This left plenty of time for Jayne and I to walk the two dogs and make any number of other little trips just to get out, we were going stir crazy being inside all the time so made any excuse to get out on our own, this is how we ended up in the bar one night, we had just about had enough of the so called holiday and found the only place to escape that night was to the campsite bar.I rarely drink as a rule but as Jayne works in a bar she is used to her drink and can drink many a man under the table, so after I had downed a few brandy and cokes I found myself discussing all sort of things with Jayne that I wouldn't normally disclose, the conversation eventually got around to sex and we both revealed a few of our secrets to each other, although because I was a little the worse for drink I was doing most of the disclosingJayne asked if I had ever had a threesome, saying that she had and had enjoyed it very much, she seemed a little disappointed when I said I had never done anything like that, I guess she was waiting for the juicy details, she asked if Derek would object if I wanted to try it but I reassured her that he would love me to try it and his greatest fantasy is me being fucked by another guy and telling him about it.Jayne was very interested now and wanted all the details of what Derek wanted me to do, I told her that it would be me being seduced and undressed by a guy then being fucked until I couldn't take anymore, and what do you think of this she asked, I told her the fantasy was fine but that actually doing it was another matterThe following day passed pretty much as had the previous ones, so bored stupid we made our way to the bar again that evening, the first thing Jayne did was to buy me a double, this was just what I needed and as it began to take effect on me I found myself unwinding from the days troubles.I did not see what Jayne was up to when she went for another round of drinks, but when she returned to the table she wanted to dance, so feeling quite liberated by the drink I said ok, not realising that she had arranged for the two guys at the bar to join us on the dance floor, I started to back out and was about to sit down when she took my arm and led to the floor, she introduced Dave and Phil, they were staying on the site as well and said they had seen us onsite, I failed to admit at the time that I had also seen Dave, seen and admired in factDave took my hand and led me to the dance floor where he took me in his arms and began to move slowly around the floor, I didn't object to him holding me close as it seemed natural when dancing to be as close as we were, but then his hand moved up my back to hold my head close to his as his lips brushed mine. I had no time to object before his mouth found mine and he was kissing me like we were lovers, his other hand was now stroking my bottom before it slowly moved up and between us to cup my breast, his mouth was still locked to mine as his hand worked at my now rock hard nipple.I knew I should stop but my heart was pounding and I couldn't help the feeling of arousal that was beginning to flow through my body, I knew I was getting turned on and I liked it, my nipple was responding to the touch of his hand even though it was through my bra and my top. I found myself wishing his hand was touching my bare flesh, I wanted him to touch my breasts and as I felt his hard cock pressing against me I pushed back to show my approval, this was the signal he had waited for and when the music stopped he took my hand and led me outside.We walked to the wooded area behind the dance hall, there we found a small grassy clearing where we stopped under a huge oak tree, Dave reached out and taking me in his arms he held me tightly, his hands slowly sliding under my top I had no idea that Jayne and Phil had followed us outside as I was busy in dives arms, his hands at last found their way under my top, the first touch of his hand on my body had me gasping, he quickly unclipped my bra and held my tender breasts in his hands, his mouth found mine as his fingers worked magic on my nipples.I held him close as he kissed me, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pressing into me before I found the button of his jeans, then shaking with excitement and sheer shock at what I was doing I unzipped them and slipped a hand inside, his cock was hard and warm in my hand as I freed it and began to slowly stroke it, our tongues found each other as I stroked his hard cock, his moans showing how he was enjoying the feelingI knew I had passed the point of no return and so did not try and stop him when he did the same to my combats, first my belt was undone then the zip before he slipped them down my thighs as far as was possible with us both standing, he got them down far enough to feel my pussy through my knickers but it was really awkward standing there, he said we should lay on the grass, he laid down and pulled me down with him, we lay there and kissed as we groped each other, me playing with his cock while he played with my breasts.I wondered how far this was going and how far I was going to let it go, could I go all the way and let him fuck me, at this point in time I wanted to be fucked and knowing that Derek would love me to do it I had already made up my mind to let him have me when I realised he was sliding my combats off of my legs. I lifted my bottom to let him get them off before he placed them on the grass beside us, now he placed his fingers into the waistband of my knickers and began to slide them down my thighs.They soon joined my trousers on the grass and I was glad that I had worn some nice ones today. Dave then placed his hands on my knees and slowly opened my legs to reveal my pussy to his gaze, his head dropped and I felt the slightest touch of his mouth on my pussy lips, his tongue finding it's way in as I writhed in the exquisite feeling of his tongue flicking my clit I held my legs open as he tongued my pussy to my first orgasm, he looked up at me as I orgasmed, before sliding up my body.Dave then pushed my thighs back towards me before laying between them, then with his cock grazing the sensitive lips of my pussy, I pulled my top up to allow him to see my breasts as I felt the first touch of his cock as it began to enter me, my pussy opened willingly as he slid his cock in. I couldn't help crying out as I felt it touch the very inside of me, my pussy gripped it as it forced its way into me before touching the very end of my pussy, I had never been so full of hard cock before and it was just wonderfulI was starting to orgasm before he had even fucked me, but when he pulled out and the started to fuck me properly I couldn't stop my self from moaning out loud that I was cumming, his cock was filling me then pulling almost out before ploughing back into me again, he didn't stop when I came he just fucked me relentlessly, his cock pounding my pussy for what seemed an eternity, his hands groping my breasts as I came again before he suddenly gave one last huge thrust and I felt the familiar warmth of a cock spurting inside me, this was the start of my last orgasm, he fucked me still even though he had cum inside me until I cum again.I could do nothing but lay there, I was exhausted, satisfied and glowing with the amount of orgasms I had just had, as I regained my senses I could make out the sound of another couple fucking. I realised it was Jayne and Phil who were following my lead, I laid back and relaxed in the afterglow of the sex and with my eyes closed I relived the past hour, from the quick grope of my boob to me being half naked and fucked on the grass in the dark by a guy I had only met this evening.As I lay there in the warmth of the summer night I felt a hand tracing it's way down my thighs before dipping into my pussy. I half smiled and opened my legs for Dave to get his fingers into me, but needing another kiss I looked up to Dave only to find Jayne and Phil standing watching me being touched intimately, then Jayne produced the camera and said she needed the evidence for Derek and I should do a proper job for the camera, with this Phil laid down on the other side of me and began to suck my breasts while Dave played with my clit.As Jayne took the pictures, I was hoping Dave was going to fuck me again but whether he was ready to or not I don't know because before I realised what was happening Phil slid over me, aimed his cock at my pussy and with a single push he was deep inside me and I again gave in to the delicious feeling of a pussy full of hard cock, the last picture was of me with my legs wide apart and a guy deep inside meAs Phil started to fuck me in earnest Dave slipped away with Jayne, I guessed she was about to feel the wonder of his large cock, I concentrated on the cock which was now pounding into me. I opened my legs as far as I could to get as much of it inside me as possible as the feeling inside my pussy started to grow into another orgasm which hit me like a train, Phil cumin inside me as I ground my pussy into him. I held him tightly as I screamed through my orgasm before collapsing into a heap on the grass.I reached out to find my knickers and slid them up my thighs before pulling my top down to cover my breasts, as I did this I listened to the sound of Jayne crying out through her orgasm as Dave came inside her. I walked over to her to find her putting her own knickers back on, she had been totally undressed and stuffed her bra into her bag before putting her t-shirt back on.Well she asked, happy you did it, I did think of lying and saying I had not enjoyed but she would know I was lying, I don't know what to say I replied, I can not believe I did it. I let another man have sex with me, I only did it for Derek of course I started to say, but we both knew that this was not the actual truthDave and Phil asked us to spend the night with them but we couldn't because we would be missed, so Jayne said we would meet them in their caravan tomorrow.The following morning saw us in town shopping, knowing how much Derek loves me in stockings I bought some with fancy lace tops and some sexy black knickers to match them. Jayne bought the same saying she was taking my advice on the stockingsI couldn't stop shaking as I showered and shaved my legs again, before covering my body with skin crème, then asking myself one last time if I should be doing this I slipped into my stockings, smoothed my new knickers onto my bottom before finally cupping my breasts into my black lace bra, a t-shirt and combats covering my secret underwear.Once Jayne was ready we walked to the guys caravan, both only too aware what we were going there for, there was no one there but the door was open so we waited inside until they arrived back, Dave took me straight to the bedroom and watched as I removed my shirt before letting my combats slip to the floor, as I stood there in my underwear and stockings he had his cock in his hand and it looked even bigger than last night. I reached out to touch it but Dave had other ideas and he pulled my head towards it.I have never been able to do oral but I was so turned on I didn't object when it touched my lips, I let it just stay there for a while, just touching my lips before I swallowed hard and opened my lips a little, it slipped between my lips and before I knew what I was doing I was sucking it like I had always done it. I used my hand to rub the shaft as I used my lips on the tip, my first blow job had happened Dave held my head as I worked his cock with my mouth, then sensing he was about to cum I looked up at him and simply asked him to fuck me, he did as I asked and bending me over on the bed he pulled my knickers aside and slid his cock into me from behind, holding onto my breasts he fucked me so hard I had trouble staying on me knees. I was in heaven as I started the long climb to another massive orgasm, I felt the first spurts as he came deep inside me which tipped me over the edge.We lay together for a while before we decided to see what the others were up to, we found them in a tangled heap as well, Jayne wearing just her underwear like I was, the guys decided we should go out for lunch, all through lunch I had either dives or Phil's hands touching me, as we sat at the table both guys were able to put their hands on our legs or more exactly, between them. I am sure that they both had a hand each between my and Jayne's legs at one time, as soon as we had finished we were back at the caravan, this time Dave removed my clothes down to my underwear as Phil stripped Jayne. Dave again pulled my head to his cock.I did as he wanted but as I sucked his cock I felt Phil kneel behind me before slipping his cock into me again. I sucked Dave even harder as Phil fucked me from behind. I was ready to cum but Dave pulled his cock from my mouth and walked over to Jayne and asked her to do the same.As she opened her mouth to take dives cock Phil bent her over to do the same as they had just done to me, he slid into her with a single push and I watched as they used her body, Phil fucked her hard from behind as she pushed back onto his cock, she sucked Dave until he said he was Cumming again, he pulled from her mouth and came over her breasts. Jayne came just as Phil did the same inside her, my own orgasm coming from my fingers in my pussy as I watched**The rest of the day was spent with Jayne and I alternating between the guys or with one of us watching the other with both guys. I would have died of embarrassment had Jayne even seen me naked before this, but the sheer eroticism of the whole event had totally dissolved most of my inhibitions, proof of which was the final fuck as I lay on my back with Dave deep inside me, my underwear now discarded I was totally naked as he fucked me one last time, whilst Jayne was doing the same close by also on the floor, it did not bother me at all that my younger sister was being fucked at the same time as I was, or that we could see each other, when I came I cried out as I usually do, not caring who could hear me Jayne and I dressed as the guys watched us, I gave Dave my stockings as souvenir but he hadn't finished with me yet and fingered me again before I dressed. Phil demanded that Jayne do the same and give him her stockings which she readily did, then it was a final kiss and we left, the walk back to our own van was a slow one, neither of us had wanted our day of passion to end but I had to pack to return home the next day, outside our van I took Jayne in my arms and held her close. I knew she was feeling the same and it needed no words to say what we both felt.That night as I lay in bed thinking of the days events I new I had played out one of my fantasies and that it was unlikely to ever happen again, how I was going to tell Derek was up most on my mind. I knew it would have to be as we made love, and I had a pretty good idea of what his reaction would beI left the campsite the next day, very satisfied and happy to have had such a wonderful end to my holiday, Jayne stayed behind and I was sure she would not let the chance of time with both guys go wasting, something I envied her a little for, I couldn't help wondering about being the plaything of two guys, after all. I still had not experienced the feeling of having two cocks inside me at once, something I would have loved to try, but although I had done things with Jayne that I would never have believed I could do, having two men inside me at once was something I would rather do in private, or maybe with only Derek watching.As we drove home I was just thinking what I was going to tell Derek, I had just been fucked by two guys and I had loved it. I only hope he was going to love it when I told him, plus Jayne had the photos as well!Continued in part 2... |
visaviolation.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/79/visaviolation.txt | "No, I'm not going to call," said Christie emphatically."Then what are we going to do?" asked Oliver."We'll just have to think of something else," she said."We've been thinking for five days now," he said. "We have enough food money for three more days, and then we'll starve.""It's only two weeks until our flight," she pleaded. "There's got to be a way to change our tickets.""We went through all that, Christie. Sure, we can change our tickets, but we don't have the money to pay the penalty. Our charge cards are maxed out. Our parents are angry that we stole money from them to come over here and get wasted. Remember how they warned us that if we did something like this again, they were going to be all tough love and wouldn't help us until we proved they could trust us? I don't have any friends who can wire us money, and you don't either. Did I cover everything?""I don't think our parents would want us to sell our bodies on the street," Christie said."First of all, if we could call them, they wouldn't believe us," said Oliver. "Secondly, we're not selling our bodies. The ad doesn't say 'escort.' It says 'Couples wanted, figure modeling.'"That means porno," she said."I know," he said. "But it says couples. That means they want us together. We would be doing what we do anyway, just in front of the cameras.""And then all our friends and family and employers would get to watch us," she said."I know, but there are ways to hide who you are, even in a porno. For instance, they can cover up your ankle tattoo with makeup. This is a huge industry in Budapest, and I'm sure there's a way to do this so it would be hard to tell who we are.""If we broke up, you'd probably tell everyone where they could see the video," she said, almost crying. "I know you would.""I swear, Christie," he said. "No matter what happens, I will never tell anyone.""Even if you don't, I will always know, and I couldn't handle the humiliation," she said."What about the humiliation of sitting in this squat and smelling like crap because we haven't bathed in a week?" he said. "What about looking so disgusting that people rush by us when we're begging on the street? What about living on greasy cheap sausages because we're out of money?"She began crying, and he put his arms around her. "I'm sorry, Christie," he said. "We were really stupid when we ran away to Budapest after graduation and spent all our money on dope. But we can't do anything about that now. We need to figure out a way to survive until we get on that plane and go home to clean up and start working 70 hours a week making all that money. We thought we could run away from it, but we can't. I just want to go home.""So do I," said Christie through her tears."Here's what I suggest," he said. "Let's go down to a pay phone and see if we can go there and ask them questions before we agree to anything. If it's really bad, we'll just walk out." I don't know what we would do then, he thought to himself, but Christie appeared to be comforted a little."OK," she said. "But I know I'm not going to do it, no matter what they say.""Fine," he said angrily and rolled over. His back was to her, and he moved away from her on the pile of rags they were lying on. As he fell asleep with his stomach hurting, she was still crying.***The woman who answered the phone had a friendly, soothing voice when she responded after Christie blurted out that she was calling for friends and could her friends come in without any commitment and ask questions and what about if her friends were nervous and hadn't done anything like figure modeling before and what if they didn't have money for the trolley?"Don't worry," the woman said and gave her the address. "If that is too far for your friends, we'd be glad to send a car. And whether you -- uh, they -- decide to do any modeling or not, we will bring them back for free. We will explain everything, and if they aren't completely agreeable with what we tell them, we don't want them modeling for us."It turned out the address was only a few blocks away, so Christie and Oliver walked over after their morning sausage. Oliver's mind was a blank, except for him hoping his stomach wouldn't growl during the interview. Christie was feeling trapped.The receptionist behind the counter wrinkled her nose a little when they stood in front of her, but otherwise she seemed not at all surprised by their matted hair and dirty skin or the filthy preppy clothes they wore."Follow me," she said and opened a gate next to her and walked quickly down a dark hall out into a small courtyard where there was a rusty garden table with a few rusty chairs around it. "Please have a seat," she said and then turned and walked quickly back inside.A few minutes later, a pudgy man in a turtleneck walked out of the door and sat down in a chair facing them with a pad of paper and a pen. He sniffed the air and then pushed his chair back from the table, putting more distance between him and the couple. He looked them over for a minute before he spoke."Hello," he said, "my name is Karel." He didn't offer to shake hands, but Christie and Oliver were used to that. They were painfully aware of their appearance and aroma.When they didn't reply, he said, "May I ask to whom I'm speaking?"Christie looked at Oliver and said, "Uhhhhh," but the man interrupted."Just first names," he said. "It's easier to remember your real names until you get your stage names, but it's up to you what you want to tell me. I am going to have to see your working papers.""We don't have working papers," said Oliver. "We're American." He felt stupid."I see," said Karel. "Do you know that working in Budapest would be a visa violation?""I didn't think of that," said Oliver and began to get up."Please sit down," said Karel. "We can talk about that later. There are ways to deal with that problem if we have to." It sounded as though he had plenty of experience with visa violations."We just wanted to find out about the figure modeling," said Christie with a catch in her voice. "We've never done modeling before.""I see," said Karel. "Well, I can explain everything quickly. Basically, we work with the operators of several websites. The most popular is teachmetofistmyboyfriend.com. We supply them with videos according to their specifications. They are interested in amateurs. That's what we call people like you in the business. It just means you have little or no experience. You still get paid. In fact, the demand for fresh faces is strong, and amateurs often get more money than some big-name veterans. Of course, after a few videos, they are no longer amateurs.""What would we have to do?" said Christie. Oliver was listening silently."Nothing that you don't agree to do," said Karel. "I'm not being evasive. Before you sign any contract, I will make sure you know exactly what's expected and exactly how much money you will get. For safety reasons, we even make a video of you listening to me explaining and your agreement. If there is any body language or voice intonation that could sound like you are being pressured, we will tear up the contract and you will leave."Right now we are looking for couples for our most popular site, but we realize that it's a bit extreme for amateurs to start with, so we have a three-part contract."Part one is straightforward sex, lots of positions and very vigorous, but nothing unusual. Part two is an anal scene, and part three is the girl fisting her boyfriend."I have to tell you that many couples do Part 1 but then the girls don't want to do Part 2. And many of those who do the first two parts don't go on to Part 3, of course, because it's what in the industry we call extreme sex."Our pay scale reflects those realities. For Part 1, you would get $300. For Part 2, you would get an additional $700, so the total would be $1,000. And for Part 3, you'd get another $9,000 for a total of $10,000.""What if we stopped after Part 1, Oliver said. The figures were running around his head, and he was trying to calculate in his mind.""That's fine," said Karel, "but it's a problem in your case.""What do you mean?" said Christie in a frightened voice."Well, I don't want to seem impolite, but let me put it this way, if you were me and sitting across the table looking at you, would you hire yourselves? The website members enjoy watching healthy, good-looking bodies.""What is that supposed to mean?" said Christie."Rather than answer that, let me give you my offer. It's the same money as I've already told you, with one requirement. You need to give us four days before the session and cooperate with us to get you cleaned up. We will feed you, wash you, groom you, get you some fresh clothes and have you looking like the sexiest couple in Budapest in four days." He smiled. "I guarantee you.""We're taking a chance on you. Even if you sign the contract, you could walk out in four days, and we couldn't do much about it. Of course, you won't get any money. In fact, you will owe us $300 for all our efforts. Even if you do Part 1, you'd still get no money until you finished Part 2. But I think we can trust you, because if you do Part 2, we wipe out your debt and you get the entire $1,000. And then we do Part 3."His voice was firm but kind, and Christie began warming up to him. "Karel, I'm scared that our friends and family will see the videos and we'll be humiliated," she said. "Oh, you can call me Christie.""Don't worry, Christie. We know how to handle that. Part of our cleanup process is changing your entire look. We do everything short of plastic surgery to disguise you. From your teeth to wigs, makeup, everything. Anything on your naked body that would give someone a clue will be disguised, and we'll even add some moles and skin tones that will wash off later. Before we begin shooting, you'll have a chance to look at every inch of yourself and inspect our work. You will be amazed."***Five days later, Christie stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the full-length bathroom mirror. I am amazed, she said to herself. All she could recognize was her medium-sized breasts with the puffy nipples and her perky small round rear. All the scabs and sores were gone from her arms and legs, and her face felt fresh. She felt healthy for the first time in months. She smiled until she started thinking about what she would be doing that day.A half-hour later she was standing in front of another mirror where two giggly young women were adding little things to her body and covering other things up. When they finished, Christie didn't see much difference until she looked closely at various patches of skin and noticed the artificial enhancements.Now she was given a simple cotton bra and white cotton panties and covered with a sheet as she sat in front of the makeup mirror while they worked on her face and hair. Her face was turned darker and received some blemishes and moles, and her hair was wound up around her head and flattened, then covered it with a wig that gave her a close-cropped flapper look, solid black. Until she raised an eyebrow, she couldn't tell it was her in the mirror. Yesterday, they had dyed her eyebrows and thick pubic hair the same black color as the wig.When she had disrobed the first time for Karel, he whistled. "You are what we call a natural," he said, "and you're going to get millions of clicks. Don't touch that bush." She was flattered until she thought more about what his words meant.She got dressed in the teenage outfit hanging from the pipe and put on some knee-high socks and maryjanes. It was an outfit she might have worn in high school or as a new freshman before she got her wardrobe lecture at the sorority.One of the girls took her by the hand and led her down the hall to a brightly lit room. In it was a queen-sized bed, Karel, two cameramen and another girl who was holding onto a rolling boom mike. Oliver was sitting in the bed with his pants on but barefoot and without a shirt. He had a magazine in his hand.Karel was the director, and as soon as he saw her, he began directing. "Here's the scene, Oliver and Christie. Oliver is lounging in bed reading a magazine, and Christie comes in and sees him. She sits down next to him and pulls the magazine out of his hands and throws it across the room. Then she starts stroking Oliver's chest while he just smiles and enjoys it. She leans over and gives him a passionate kiss."When that's done, she slides her mouth slowly down his chest and over his stomach until she reaches his belt. She undoes his belt and unzips his fly and tries to pull his pants down, but he's too heavy. She looks at him and turns her right hand palm up and makes a couple of up and down gestures. He finally gets the idea and raises his ass."She pulls his pants and shorts down to his thighs, but no further, grabs his dick with one hand and his balls with the other and gets to work immediately. Hopefully, you can get him hard, Christie, but if it's not happening, we will stop the filming and bring in someone who will do the job. In the editing room, we will cut away to his face, and when we cut back to you, he will be hard."Once he's hard, you'll pull his pants all the way down. Then he'll sit up and start unzipping and unbuttoning you. You'll get impatient and push his hands away and quickly finish taking off all your clothes. Then you'll start going between his legs, but he will stop you and pull your legs back and over him until you are in the 69 position, with Christie on top."Christie, you must spread your legs wide when you are over Oliver and lower yourself just enough so his mouth can reach your pussy. He will spread your bush apart with his hands so we can see your lips open when he starts eating you. When you are sucking him, try to go straight up and down while looking forward. I know that's not natural and a bit of a strain, but we want to see your face as much as we can."Use your hands on his balls, and to stroke between his legs. Do whatever you know that turns him on. We want him really aroused. If you've never tried it, one thing that we've found very effective is to stick your finger into your mouth -- sit up and face the camera while you do it -- and slide it in slowly three or four times, then cover it with as much saliva as you can and slowly push it in and out of his asshole. That gets them hard almost every time."After you've eaten each other a little while, Christie will get up and turn around and sit on Oliver. Move up and down slowly at first but then we want you to slam your ass up and down as fast as possible. Lean forward -- you can even kiss him while you're doing this -- and spread your legs, so the camera can see his dick disappearing in you. While you're doing that, turn your head back and look at the camera."After that, you'll turn around and do what we call a reverse cowgirl. It's the same as before, except you'll be facing his feet and supporting yourself on your hands while you slam up and down. It's an odd position and not a comfortable one for the girl, but the guys like it when they can see the girl's face at the same time as the dick goes in and out."Your arms will get tired of holding yourself up pretty fast, and when they do, just stop and sit on Oliver's dick. This will be his cue to lift you up by the thighs as high as he can. Christie, you just keep your legs wide and lean back on him while he does this. You don't need to move. Oliver will use his midsection to slam his dick in and out of you from below."When he gets tired of holding you up, he will lower you and hug you tightly from behind and slowly roll with you until you're on your stomach and he's above you. He'll pull out for a moment while you get on your hands and knees and then he's going to pound you doggy style from behind. During this part, one of the cameramen is going to crawl under and shoot right into Christie's pussy from below as Oliver slams into her."After that, comes the last part. Oliver will get off Christie, and she'll lie on her back. He'll face her and lift her legs onto his shoulders. Then he'll push forward with his shoulders so her thighs are pushed into her chest. This will lift her ass off the bed into the air."He'll stick his dick in and again speed up after starting slowly. We'll have a camera right behind the two of you, and we want Christie's ass to bounce so fast between the bedsprings and Oliver's thighs that it's a blur. It's not fun for the girl, but usually it doesn't take long before the guy is ready to come."Oliver, if you find you aren't ready to come after a few minutes, stop and we'll bring in one of our experts to get you close. Once you are on the verge of coming, you'll get off Christie and sit at the edge of the bed. Christie will jump off the bed and kneel on the carpet and start sucking your dick as hard as possible while going back and forth on it. As soon as you feel you are ready to come, pull your dick out. She'll open her mouth and you pump your dick while you place it right in front of her mouth. There will be a camera right next to her face to catch the come as you spurt. Don't worry if some of it gets on her face and in her hair. The guys love that. Christie, wait until he's finished, and then use your lips and tongue to push the stuff out of your mouth so it's running down your face and dripping from your chin. They love that, too."After that, we want you both to smile and wave to the camera, and then the girls will clean both of you up."See those large posters that the redhead over there is holding. They have all the instructions I've just given you written in English in large letters. She will be right behind the closest cameraman to you, so if you forget what you're supposed to be doing, just look up toward the camera and you can read them."We want you to be looking at each other most of the time, but don't worry about looking at the camera. It makes the video seem more amateur and natural."Also, don't say a single word. You can make all the sounds you want. We love that. But we've made you look European, because you don't want to anyone to know you're American. As for any other sounds, do whatever you feel like. Some couples are almost completely silent, and others are really vocal. Don't worry about it."While you're acting, I want you to think of one word, and only one word: energetic. We get more clicks than any of our competition because our amateurs look like they're enjoying themselves. Often the competitors' girls look bored out of their minds while the guys are slamming away at them.""OK. Any questions?""No," said Oliver.***"I think I can handle this," said Christie in a frightened voice, "but what if I can't.""You can stop the whole thing anytime you want," said Karel. "Just get up and walk away. You won't get any money, and I might be angry because I've paid for the last four days, and I'm paying for all the assistants and the crew today. But I took a chance that you would honor your commitment, and I knew what the risk was."For some reason, Christie was embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sure I can handle it," she said brightly, and then she fell silent."Let's get started," Karel said. "I'm not going to say another word in a few seconds. Just keep going and following the cue boards as best you can. OK, Oliver, you're lying back, and Christie, you're walking into the bedroom."***It was over in 40 minutes, and Oliver and Christie were lying exhausted next to each other in the bed. After conferring for a second with the crew, Karel came over to them."You guys were great," he said. "You really got into it or at least you looked like you did. You are great actors. I'm guessing you both are secret exhibitionists, and we gave you a chance to show that side of you. We got some great footage to edit. Usually, our videos are about 15 minutes, but you gave us so much good stuff that I think yours will be longer.""We're taking a break now, before Part 2. And even though you signed the contract and committed to it, I want both of you to talk about it during the break and then we'll get a video of you agreeing to do it one more time. I'll leave you alone now."The second he left the room, Christie started getting scared. "That was so easy that I wasn't even thinking about Part 2, Oliver," she said. "I've never had you in my ass, and those things I was playing with the last few days aren't the same as a real person. They told me to move them in and out fast, but I was too tight and disgusted to do it."Oliver was thinking hard. If they didn't do Part 2, they wouldn't get any money at all and they'd be back in the squat tonight, maybe a little cleaner and a little less hungry. But in a couple of days, it would be exactly the same again. Christie was too scared to think straight, so he had to do the thinking for both of them. He had to persuade her to do Part 2. How could he do that? He decided to attack from a different angle."Come on Christie. How do you think I feel? For Part 3, you're going to put your hand up my ass. Whatever happens to you in Part 2, it's not going to be anything like that. That's so extreme, there's no way to even practice it. They told me that they know how to handle it, but what does that mean?"As for disgusting, have you ever seen anyone fisted in the ass. I've seen a couple of videos, and it's about the grossest, most embarrassing thing you could ever imagine. What you're doing for us is nothing compared to what I'll have to do."Oliver saw his words were having an effect. It didn't matter that he already had decided that he would never agree to Part 3. After they finished Part 2, they would have all the money they needed to stay fed and clean until the flight. Christie might be angry at him at first for lying to her, but in the end, she would understand he did it for the right reasons."I never thought about what you have to do, Oliver," she said. "I guess I've been avoiding it. You're right, when I watched one preview on the site, I couldn't stand it and turned it off right before she even stuck her whole hand in. It must be agony for the guy."I love you for your courage. I don't think I could ever do that, not in my vagina and for sure not in my ass. I guess I'm being stupid and selfish. I'm just so scared. Please be as gentle with me as you can."When Karel came back, she spoke first. "We're ready to agree on the video again," she said. "But let's do it fast and get it over with."After the short contract video was done, Karel said, "First each of you is going with two of the girls who will clean you out thoroughly inside. We don't want a single spot during the filming. You'll be doing a lot of scenes similar to Part 1, except this time they will be anal.""Wait a minute," said Oliver. "I thought you said that only Christie would be doing anal in Part 2.""That's right, Oliver, but we don't want to waste any time. We're just taking a short break after Part 2 before we start Part 3. So we're taking care of all the cleaning now."Oliver started to say something else, but then he saw Christie looking at him and kept his mouth shut. He'd have to play along until Part 2 was done.While one girl was giving him the first of two warm soapy enemas, the second came over and showed him a tiny round metallic bud. "I'm going to stick this into your ear," she said. "It's a wireless earphone receiver. For Part 2, there won't be any boards. You'll be hearing Karel giving you instructions. And I'm putting a small sound deadening earplug in your other ear so you won't be distracted by Christie. Sometimes Part 2 can get very loud. You might hear her just a little in the earphone, but she should be mostly drowned out by Karel's voice."While Christie was being given the same treatment in another bathroom, the second girl showed her another tiny wireless earphone. "I'm putting this into your ear, Christie. There won't be any boards, and Karel will give Oliver all the instructions on how to place you and what to do. You don't even have to think or respond in any way, just follow Oliver's lead. I'll be speaking into your ear when I think you need to hear something from me."When Christie and Oliver were brought back into the room, she looked at him with frightened eyes. He looked away. Then he heard Karel speaking into his ear."Go over and kiss her, Oliver. Take her in your arms and stroke her back and as you keep stroking her, slowly move your hand down until you're also stroking her ass. Good. That's it. On the next up stroke, take a finger and pull it gently between her ass cheeks. Don't push. Keep doing that. Great work."Now kiss her neck so we can see her face, and just leave your hand on her ass and stroke only there with your finger in her crack. Press your finger in a little. Great. We got a wonderful expression on her face when you did that. Keep pushing it in as you stroke, but no further. We want to make her comfortable with it."OK, now break the clinch and take her hand and sit down on the bed and pull her down beside you. Give her another kiss and lay her gently on her stomach. Get on your knees between her legs and start massaging her cheeks. Pull them wide apart and let them spring back together. Keep doing that. Do you see how greasy the hair is around her asshole? The second enema was mostly lubricant so she's really slimy inside, and some of the grease came out on her hair."I see that got you aroused, Oliver. Great. Even though you already came once, you're young enough that I don't think you'll need any blue pills. You're enjoying this. OK, now run your finger up and down between her cheeks again and slowly push it between them harder and harder. Great."Now, lift her rear up in the air. Leave her head on the pillow for now. Spread her legs as you lift them until she has them wide apart and is on her knees. Can you see her hairy hole now? It's ready for your finger, but first just touch the edge. Did you feel her body jump? She's still a little nervous."OK, put just the tip of the finger in slowly and pull it out. Now put it back again, just a little deeper. That's it. Easy does it. No hurry at all. You've worked the whole finger in now. Excellent. Do you feel all the lubricant around it. Is she clenching it sometimes? She doesn't do that on purpose. It's because she's nervous."Good, I see it's going in and out more smoothly now. She's finally relaxing a little. Time to add a second finger. Good. She flinched again, but not as much. It looks like there's not as much resistance to the second finger as the first. You're doing great. OK, speed it up just a little, not much. Fine. Now slowly pull the fingers out."I see you're as hard as a rock, Oliver. Congratulations. Take the end of your dick and bring it gently to her hole, touching it just lightly so she thinks it's only your fingers again. Now start pushing, but just a little. The secret is to barely push but never stop pushing. Eventually, she will make room for you, even as large as you are."Good, you're listening well. She's raised her head and her upper body, so she's now on her hands and knees. We can see from her face that she's straining because she realizes it's the real thing now and she probably remembers how big you can get. She can't help trying to keep it out and even moving away from you a little. That's fine. The camera loves her and her cute, frightened expression. You don't have to do anything but keep up the same pressure. No more."I can see some give. I think you are about to go in. When you do, there will be a sudden jolt forward, but try not to get carried away and stop as soon as you can. There it is. You're in. You should have seen her expression change as you went in. It was fantastic. Her eyes even rolled back."Maybe you can hear her in my microphone. She's really a loud one and very expressive with her sounds. I hope we can keep her from speaking, but she might lose control and start saying things. Don't worry. We'll cover it up with music, so people will hear her emotions but not any words or voice that they can recognize."OK, she's calmed down a little. Start pushing again, but no harder. You'll see that there's a lot less resistance now and you're going in smoothly. Do you feel the lack of friction? That lubricant is amazing."OK, slow, slow, you're almost all the way in. Now your balls are hitting her ass. Touchdown, you say in America."She's very loud again. Can you feel her body moving? She's moving her legs around and she's moving her head from side to side. I think we're ready to start. Pull back slowly, just a little faster than you went in. See, she stopped moving and is holding perfectly still while you do that. She must really be feeling you and trying to relax her muscles to let that big thing through."OK, you're almost all the way out. You don't need to pull out completely yet. Start pushing back just a little faster than before. She's still trying to be a statue, but I think the increased speed is causing those little jerks. OK, out again, just a little faster. Oh, you're already at the end. Back a little faster. Good."Now, just a tiny bit faster going in and then stick with that speed. You've got a rhythm going now, and she's reacting to it. A lot more vocals, but still no words. She's great. Wait until you see all the expressions going across her face. What an amazing actress!"OK, we're done in this position. I want you to slow down just a little on the next few thrusts and then pull all the way out. I'll be quiet so you can hear the pop. Did you hear that? Wasn't it sexy? Oh, by the way, if you feel yourself starting to come, I want you to nod your head up and down."Let's let Christie rest for a moment. OK, now I want you to get up off your knees and stand on the bed. Christie slouched down a little when you pulled out so fast, so reach down grab her around the waist and lift her back on her hands and knees. There. Now spread your legs wide and move them until they are on either side of her. Reach down and pull her thighs wide until you can see her anus. There. It looks beautiful, all slimy and I think a little more open than before."Now slowly lower yourself as if you're doing squats in the gym and guide your dick right into the hole. Try to just aim it because it looks better that way, but use your hands if you need to. When you get there just keep going down into it. It shouldn't hold you back like before."There. You did it perfectly. That was beautiful. Did you feel her whole body jump to meet you. It probably was involuntary, but it looked great. OK, now I want you to go in and out a little just using your pelvis for now and pick up some speed."Great. Now use your legs and go straight up and out of her. Perfect. You got a nice gap. Hold it one more second. Now, back down all the way in. Now back up all the way out. Hold it. Now back. Do you have the rhythm, in-out-hold-in. OK, you're on your own."Terrific. Now let's finish this part with some real energetic action. This time I don't want you to use your pelvis. You've got some strong leg muscles, and you're going to do squats right into Christie. When you come down, your ass will bump her ass. At first, it will be a little bump, but as you move your ass up and down faster and faster, you're going to slam into her with enough force that it will push her body hard into the mattress springs. They will shoot her right back up at you, and you'll bump her right back."As you increase the pace, her whole body will look like she's bouncing on a trampoline, and your dick will be going in and out of her fast. OK, ready to start the ass bumping. Slow, slow, OK, now faster. Now, put the pedal down. Wow, look at you! She's jerking up and down like she just did a bungee jump."You should see her face now. She's found some more ways to twist it. Each time you collide, there's a high-pitched vocal expression, too. She's really great."OK, I think she's getting tired. Her tongue is hanging out of her mouth and she's panting like a dog. Slow down but don't pull out. Now get down on your hands and knees right on top of her. Put your knees between her knees, press against her ass with your dick all the way in and hug her tightly around the waist. I think your dick is long enough for this next maneuver."It looks like you're in position. OK, while holding her tight, roll your body, taking her with you, until you're on your back. Ready? Roll. That was perfect because your dick came out a little but it's still mostly inside her. Now wait just a minute while some assistants arrange the pillows against the headboard."We're ready now, and I want you to slide back, with her on top of you, until you reach the pillows. Lift yourself up onto them until you are sitting, but not straight up and down. You should be at a 45-degre angle, and Christie will be sitting on your lap. Try to stay inside her."Good. Keep sliding. OK, now lift up. Back a little more. A little higher. Perfect. And you never fell out of her. You're a pro."OK, there are two things we do in this position, and we're going to alternate them. First, take her feet in each of your hands and lift them onto your thighs. Now reach forward and grab each leg behind her knees and pull back. Lean back a little at the same time. We want to get Christie's ass high in the air. That's it. Beautiful. Your dick came out a little, but not too much."Now while you're holding her like that, slowly push your pelvis up at her from below and push yourself all the way in again. Now pull out slowly. Now back in a little faster. That's it. Work that speed up faster and faster. Whoa! You're flying."Now, the next time you pull down, pull all the way out as fast as you can. At the same time, pull back on her legs so you fly out of her even faster. I'll stop talking so you can hear what happens. Did you hear that? It was like a firecracker as you wrenched your dick out of her. Keep holding her in the air. We have a giant gape, a huge black hole in space. Mission control is pleased, and Christie is giving us a lot of emotion. OK the hole seems to be closing up. Lower her and roll her forward right back onto your dick. Now in and out, in and out, even faster if you can. Ready. Back! That was even louder than before."While Oliver was enthusiastically following Karel's instructions, Christie was getting frantic. From the moment, Oliver entered her, she was in pain. As he stretched her and reamed her and pounded her in the different positions she screamed and sobbed and tried breathing different ways and even holding her breath. Nothing helped with the horrible burning feeling in her rear, the agonizing stabbing pains and the utter degradation she was feeling. She thought she would go mad. She wondered why Oliver didn't stop when he heard her screaming?"Hi Christie." There was a soft soothing voice in her ear. She strained to listen as Oliver kept pulling out and popping her faster and faster, causing her to lose control of her face muscles and even her eyeballs."It's Lenka," said the voice. "I'm the girl who put the speaker in your ear. Christie, it looks like you're having a hard time. Nod, if I'm right."Christie nodded so hard her head looked like a wobble toy."That's what I thought," said the girl. "If you want, you can tell him to stop."Christie heard her and tried to control herself. Then she heard another loud pop and felt again like her colon was being pulled out of her body. She strained to speak and finally said, "Oliver, stop. I can't take it anymore. You're killing me." Her voice was a shriek, but Oliver barely heard it. Instead, he heard Karel's instructions."Uh oh, Christie just started talking. I think we need to speed this up because we still have one more position to go. Let's give her two more fast pops."Great. She's really talking away now. You can probably hear her emotion. OK, now number two. There. That was the best one yet. It really got her body moving, and it stopped her talking."OK let's move to the final position. Lift her off of you and lay her down on her back."As Oliver lifted her up and lay her gently down, Christie sighed. He must have heard her. But then Christie felt her legs being lifted up over Oliver's big shoulders, and his body pressed against her. He leaned forward and pushed her legs back until her thighs were pressed against her breasts and her feet were back by her ears.Like in the previous session, it forced her rear off the bed and into the air, only now she felt his long, thick penis sliding back into her anus. Even though there was no resistance and the lubricant inside her squirted out her anus as he pushed in, she was so sore now that it was still agonizing.When he began moving in and out of her, she moaned."Don't give up, Christie," said Lenka. "Sometimes it helps to get really angry at your partner. Let your anger get you through this last part. You're almost done. You can do it."Now he was moving faster and starting to collide with her rear. This was the most painful position of all. As he increased his speed, she was slammed into the bed, which slammed her back at him. Faster and faster she bounced back and forth, like a rubber ball. Sometimes her rear came at him while he was coming at her, and the pain of the collision went all through her body. Other times he was wrenching himself out of her as she was bouncing away, and she felt like her insides were shredding.With each collision she was shrieking louder. But with a big effort, she tried to talk between the cries. "No-no-stop-you're-tearing-me-up. Please-Oliver-don't-do-this. I'm-dying-please-stop-please-please-please-please."But the pounding went on. She looked at him. He wasn't even looking at her. He was lost in pleasure, and at that moment she did become angry. She hated him. She saw his face getting redder and redder as he pounded her harder and harder, and then he opened his mouth and howled. She felt him release inside her and she screamed, not from pain this time, but because her ordeal was finally over.***When Oliver got off of her, he didn't say a word and didn't look at her. She was sobbing uncontrollably, and he was startled to hear how loud she was as he took out the things in his ears. They were led away by the girls and washed up. Christie could barely walk.Lenka began talking to her, asking her about herself, where she grew up, what she was doing in Budapest, where she was going from there. Christy felt like a broken doll and didn't hold back. She told her entire story, all the horrible things she had done to her parents, the money she stole, the drug parties in Budapest, the squat with no running water or electricity where they were staying until they could fly home. The girl listened intently. "I'll be right back," she said and left the room.When she came back, she said, "Christy, I hate to tell you this, but I want you to be prepared because this happens a lot of times. After the girl has gone through all the things the boy does to her in Part 2, very often the boy refuses to do Part 3. Even though they agreed to everything and signed the contracts, he backs out, because he's scared."I know you were strong and went through with Part 2, but don't be surprised if Oliver doesn't want to do Part 3 since you now have enough money to make it until you fly home."I talked to Karel about this. We would very much like for the two of you to do Part 3. You told me that you stole $8,000 from your parents and Oliver stole $6,000 from his. Karel has agreed to increase your payment to $16,000 total. That's enough for you to live on until your flight, with enough left over so you can pay both your parents back what you owe them and maybe start in a better direction. I have a feeling today has changed you and you won't throw the money away on more drugs."Christie burst into tears again. "No, no," she said. "You're right. We already decided that we were going clean. That's so nice of Karel. I can't believe he would do that for us. I know Oliver isn't like the guys you talked about. He made a promise, and he'll keep it. You'll see.""I hope you're right," said Lenka. "For Part 3, you're going to play the part of a sister in training, and I'm your teacher. We're going to wear uniforms. Don't be nervous. I've done this many times. You'll do fine."Sister?" said Christie."Oh, I forgot," said Lenka. "In America, you call them nurses."They put on the uniforms. Christie was still shaking and occasionally sobbing, but she tried hard to get hold of herself and smiled at Lenka when she gently helped her with the uniform adjustments. She looked into the mirror and saw that, except for her red eyes, she looked quite professional.Lenka led her to the small courtyard, where a fully dressed Oliver and Karel were already sitting. They weren't saying anything and weren't looking at each other. When Oliver saw her in the uniform, he jerked in the chair. Then he got up and came over to her. "Are you all right," he said. He took her hand. She looked at him. There was a strange expression on his face that she hadn't seen before."Fine," she said quietly as she removed her hand from his and sat down.Karel began immediately. "Now we come to Part 3," he said. "Just like Part 2, we're first going to do a short video where I repeat what's in the contract and you both agree. Then we'll film, give you the money in cash or however you want it, and you'll be out of here."Paul fidgeted and spoke. "Karel, I've been thinking. I know I signed the contract, but I've realized that I can't do Part 3. I watched a couple of the videos on the site, and they were horrifying to me. I know some guys can handle fisting, but they're gay or they have a different kind of personality. I just can't do it. I think I might lose my mind."He looked at Christie staring at him as he continued. "The thousand dollars we've already earned is plenty for a nice room in one of those old hotels and for some good food until we take our plane home. We'll be able to heal a little and feel like human beings when we get home. There's no need to go through any more pain and degradation. I think the best thing for us would be to work on ourselves in quiet now."He tried to sound as logical and reasonable as he could. The speech was mostly for Christie, not Karel. He had rehearsed it several times in his mind while he was waiting for Christie. But an occasional quaver betrayed the raw fear inside him, and he cursed himself for his lack of control. He looked at Christie's face. She didn't seem upset. In fact, he even noticed a slight smile come across her lips. When she spoke, he was startled, because her voice was warm and comforting.Ignoring completely what he had just said, she said, "Oliver, I don't think Karel has told you yet what he's doing for us. Can you believe it? He's going to change our contract so that when we're done with Part 3, we'll get $16,000, enough to pay back my parents and yours for what we took. Isn't that wonderful? They'll still be angry, but this will really speed up the reconciliation that we need."A look of surprise and shock came across Oliver's face. How did Karel know about the stolen money? What kind of scheme was this? Didn't Christie hear a word he said? He looked around frantically, as if he were a rat trapped in a cage. But then he relaxed. No, he wasn't trapped. Nobody could force him to do anything he didn't want to do. Karel had promised them."I'm sorry, Christie," he said. "I think Karel is playing games with us. I figured out that he had both my ears plugged so I couldn't hear you. He probably thought it would make you think I didn't care what you were going through and turn you against me. His offer doesn't change my mind. You don't understand because you're a woman. I can't handle that Part 3. I would go out of my mind. Try to understand."Christie was quiet. She looked straight ahead with no expression on her face. She was thinking. That was no good, thought Oliver. I want her emotional, not thinking. She's smart, smarter than me, and when she's thinking, nothing matters to her except solving the problem. That's why she got a bigger salary offer than me.Finally, she turned to Karel and Lenka and calmly said, "Would you please leave us alone out here for a few minutes again. As you can see, we have a disagreement that we need to work out. Then we'll give you our decision. Is that all right?""Of course, Christie," said Karel as he and Lenka got up."Before you go, Karel," said Christie, "please tell us, how long does Part 2 take?""All in all, maybe 30 minutes, but that includes a little bit of drama at the start, so there's no more than 20 minutes of, uh, action, maximum. I guarantee it.""Thanks," said Christie. "I'm sorry about this.""Don't be sorry," said Karel. "Take all the time you want." He and Lenka disappeared inside the building.When they were gone, Oliver spoke first. "I know what you're thinking, Christie, but you can't change my mind. Look at me. I'm not faking. Can't you see that I'm scared to death. This would kill me."He didn't like what he saw on her face. There wasn't a trace of sympathy. It was a composed face. She was all business, and her voice was soft and modulated."Grow up, Oliver. Of course, you're scared, but no more than I was. Yes, you're a man, so take it like a man, not like a frightened child. You are so self-centered and narcissistic. Yes, I know, I am, too, but I'm changing that. I knew I couldn't handle Part 2, but I did it anyway, because it had to be done. Even with your earplugs, you must have heard me screaming at you to stop, but you kept right on going. I looked at your face. You were totally self-absorbed in your pleasure. It was disgusting.""I'm sorry, Christie," he said. "I could barely hear, but yes, I did see your face, and I knew you were in pain." He stopped as he heard her make a loud snorting sound, followed by a sob. She was losing her composure. He was talking into the air in front of him at first, but now he turned to her. Her head was turned away from him, and he couldn't see her face."Yes, I knew I was hurting you, but with Karel speaking in my ear, I couldn't concentrate on anything else. It was like he was controlling my body like a puppet. You must believe me. I didn't want to hurt you.""Of course, I believe you, Oliver," she said. Now her faced was turned to him. Her voice was still soft, but steely and determined. He knew that look, and it made him even more frightened. But he wasn't giving in. He couldn't go through with it. She could speak softly or scream and yell. He wasn't changing his mind."I believe what you just told me," she said, "but I don't believe you now. The bottom line is that I couldn't do it, but I did, and you can't do it, but you're going to anyway. That's all there is to it. Or else you and I are finished."She saw right away that her threat didn't work. "I'm sorry if it has to be that way," said Oliver. "You know how I feel about you. I'll do anything I can to win you back, and someday I hope you'll forgive me." He tried to inject emotion into his words, but inside he was overwhelmed with relief.Christie was silent again while Oliver fidgeted. She was thinking again. A minute went by, then another minute. Finally, she spoke."Oliver, I think you are going to do Part 3. I guess you won't do it for me, but I think you will do it anyway, and I'll tell you why. I've decided that I've been hurt and humiliated so badly that there isn't anything worse that could happen to me."I think I'm now where my parents and that tough love guy were talking about. I've hit that point where I'm willing to do what it takes to get out of the pit, even subject myself to the contempt of my parents and whoever else I need to tell about this. Because if you don't keep your promise, I'm not going to lie to them. I'm going to tell them everything about Budapest, including this."I'm not going to embellish and tell them that you forced me to do Part 2. If fact, I won't tell them the lie you told me to persuade me. I don't want anything to be on my conscience, although I know I'll feel guilty anyway."When I come clean, I'm also going to show them the website and the videos of us. They've disguised us pretty well, but not enough so my parents won't recognize me -- and you. Even though I tell them it was my choice, they are going to blame you, and they are going to hate you like no one has ever hated anyone before."I don't know what they'll do. But I think they'll make sure your parents see the website, and your HR person at Touche Ross. They might even show it to the police, although I'm 18, so you can't be prosecuted for a sex crime. I could lie, and they could get you for white slavery, but I'm not going to do that. Even if the police don't come up with anything to charge you with, their report and the link to the website will be in their records forever, and it will turn up whenever you apply for a job and someone is checking your background."You'll probably have to accept a job that pays so little they don't bother checking your background. If I know your parents and your sister, they are going to stay as far from you as possible, so you might not get much financial help from them."All the girls you date, unless they are so stupid they don't Google you, will see the police record and the link to the videos. Though we're disguised, that will tell them who it is. I wonder what they'll think of you after they see what you did to me in Part 2? Maybe you'll find some poor girl who likes that kind of sex."We've been clean and sober for two weeks now, Oliver, and I plan to continue. But I'm being honest when I tell you that the thought just came to me that what happens to you might send you back to drugs, or that you would take your own life. For a moment, I thought that would make me happy, but just for a moment, and I want to apologize for even that moment."We've gone through a lot, and I'll always remember what we had. It was wonderful, and I thought of us going on to a wonderful life together. Maybe that had something to do with me agreeing to Part 2. So I'm not wishing anything bad to happen to you."I'm going to tell my parents that I will be working on forgiving you, so I can move on with my life, and that's also the truth. It will take time, but I feel I can do it. I'm even thinking that someday, if I find out you're in bad shape, I would be glad to pay for a place where you're off the street and have enough to eat. I'd be happy to do that, because of what we once had."So I'm being honest, Oliver. That's what's been running through my mind as I sit here looking at you. I'm thinking, 20 minutes, only 20 minutes of pain and degradation. I endured nearly 30 minutes. But you can't take 20 minutes so that we can finish this disgusting phase of our lives the best way possible and start building something better together. It would mean so much to me to return the money I stole from my parents, and I think you love your parents, too."Right now, you might be thinking, yeah, Christie is really upset, but she'll get over it. She's as self-centered as I am, and she's no martyr."You might be right, Oliver. But look into my eyes. I don't think I've ever been as determined as I am now. I don't really care who knows about my video now and who sees it. I'm past that. Maybe I even want them to see it so I really know that there's no way left for me but to own up and do what I have to do."So are you going to take the chance that I'll become a coward again, or are you going to man up for 20 minutes? Is throwing away your entire life worth avoiding that 20 minutes. The Oliver I've loved would do it. Am I wrong? Is that Oliver nonexistent? What do you say?"As she spoke, Oliver became more and more frantic. Even though they were in the open air, he felt like someone was smothering him. His eyes were darting around as if pleading for someone, anyone to save him from the monster Christie had become. He had trouble breathing. He was squirming like crazy in the rusty lawn chair while watching Christie's smiling face and listening to her soft, modulated voice saying those terrible things.When she finished, he put his head down and began crying. He looked up in time to see her quickly wipe a broad smile off her face and attempt to be serious. She knew he would do Part 3, and he could tell she was happy."Please be as gentle with me as you can," was all he said."Why Oliver, those were the exact words I said to you before Part 2," she replied, and he froze.***Back in the dressing room, Lenka explained a little about Part 3 while putting another mini-speaker into Christie's ear. "I will be talking to you through the whole thing," she said, "but I will be speaking in Hungarian, so Karel will translate for you through this. Just follow his translation of my instructions. Act as naturally as you want. You can be surprised or shocked or upset or happy, whatever you feel like. Only don't say a word. You may be curious about something and want to ask a question. Try to pantomime the question. I'll probably understand. If not, I'll signal for the crew to stop filming so you can ask your question. Don't say anything until you're sure the cameras are off. We still want to pretend you're Hungarian. Do you understand?""Yes, I think so," said Christie."The first thing that will happen when we go in is we will all sit on a couch. Oliver will already be naked. I will talk to the camera and introduce you and him with fake Hungarian names and tell the camera that you are a young student nurse who was interested in learning how to fist her boyfriend, and that I will be teaching you. Then I will turn to you and you will both nod and smile. I hope Oliver will be able to smile. We might have to do several takes of me turning to the two of you and getting the nods and smiles right."Then, we will go over to the bed and Oliver will crawl onto it, with you pretending to help him up. It's a little bit higher than most beds. Then you're going to stroke him a little and even give him a few playful tugs on his dick. Then you're going to stand on your tiptoes and lean over and give him a big kiss. When you finish and turn around, we want a big smile on your face."After that, all you need to do is follow my instructions. Got it?""Yes," said Christie. "It doesn't sound too complicated.""It will be easy," said Lenka. "I'm sure you're just going to fly through it, and the two of you will be on your way out of here with your money in less than an hour." She took Christie's hand and led her down the hall to a different room from the one where Part 2 was shot.The only furniture in this one was a large couch, a couple of small but comfortable looking chairs and what looked like a hospital bed. Hanging from the ceiling were a couple of rings like the kind gymnasts use. Oliver was naked and already sitting on the couch.Christie heard a voice in her ear. It was Karel."Hi Christie," he said. "Before you and Lenka sit down and the cameras start rolling, I want to make sure you can hear me. Can you?""Yes," said Christie."I'm not going to translate what Lenka says word for word because I want it to look like you understand her. So I will be summarizing her words. That way you can respond faster and it will seem like you know what she's telling you to do. Now you can go sit down, and the cameras will start. Please don't say a word anymore."It took five takes until Karel was satisfied with Oliver's smile and nod. Even in the fifth one, he still looked like a beaten animal, Christie thought as she smiled broadly at the camera."OK, the cameras are off and you can talk if you want to," said Karel in her ear. She looked over by the bed and saw the rings being lowered from the ceiling and two girls attaching something to each one. Lenka said, "These are something Karel invented. He's a genius. They are thick, padded leather sheaths and they go on like gloves. They can be adjusted up and down and in any direction and they don't cut off circulation. They are actually very comfortable." She giggled, and Christie wondered if Lenka had ever worn them."What are they used for?" asked Christie."You'll see," said Lenka. "We want everything to be a surprise for you and Oliver."Oliver was listening to Lenka and staring at the rings and the leather sheaths."OK, everything's ready," said Karel as the girls walked away. "Let's roll them."Lenka took both of them by the hands and stood up slowly, waiting for them to follow. Then she led them over to the bed. It was an adjustable hospital bed, but it was waist level high, and Oliver had to climb up into it. As he did so, Christie pretended to push and help him along. She patted his rear as it was sticking out. Once he was lying there, she stroked his body and played with his penis for a few seconds and then leaned over and gave him a deep, long kiss, with lots of tongue action. As she broke away, she whispered softly to him, "I love you, Oliver. You are very brave. Please forgive me for what I said before."Then she quickly turned and gave a big smile to the camera.Lenka had pulled the two chairs to the foot of the bed and motioned her to sit down. The chairs were facing each other but turned slightly toward the bed. Bright spotlights shone on them, and in the dark outside of the lighted area, Christie saw a camera behind Lenka aimed at her and another camera between them only two feet back, aimed straight at the both of them and the bed.Lenka didn't say anything as the bed was lowered to the point where Oliver's legs were facing them just below their shoulders as they were seated. Karel's voice began speaking in her ear as Lenka began talking to her in Hungarian."We are lowering your boyfriend to a comfortable level for you," he said. Lenka got up and walked to the head of the bed and leaned over."I am putting a little device into your boyfriend's mouth," said Karel, confusing Christie until she realized that he was speaking as Lenka. "It is a thick, wide, soft rubber thing that fills up his whole mouth, and now I'm running the strap behind his head and tightening it. Now I'm wrapping these wide soft plastic bands around him from below his armpits to his waist. He'll be able to move only his ass and his legs. Sometimes boyfriends really get active when they're responding, and we don't want him falling off the bed and hurting himself."Lenka was sitting down opposite her in an instant. Christie wondered if Oliver was as surprised as she was at how quickly Lenka had gagged and restrained him.She began talking to Christie again, and Christie heard Karel's voice in her ear. "It's not really a gag, dear, because we want your boyfriend to be able to breathe comfortably. So there's a big hole in the middle of it with a device that's like a bird whistle. He can easily breathe in and out, and depending on what he does, the whistle will sound louder or softer and higher or lower. It's a very pleasing sound. Can you hear? There's a little microphone attached to the device, too, which we can adjust so we can hear him without things getting too loud."Christie was hearing some quick soft little chirps from the direction of Oliver's head. From the rhythm, she figured Oliver must be panting. Gradually the sounds slowed and got deeper, like a warble. What an ingenious device, she thought.She looked up and saw the leather devices hanging from ceiling were slowly being lowered. Lenka stood up and reached for them and put each of Oliver's legs into one even though he was resisting and kicking at her. Christie was surprised how quickly and smoothly Lenka accomplished this. She must have a lot of experience with them, Christie thought.Still standing, Lenka started talking to her again and Karel's voice was once more in her ear. "See how these things come from just above the knee down to mid-calf," he said. "They are really very comfortable. Now we're going to adjust them. First we will pull them toward us so they gently slide Oliver closer to us and past the end of the bed until his ass is hanging over the edge."That's not comfortable for him, but he won't be that way for long. See, now I'm lifting his legs up with the sheaths so his ass is being pulled higher. And now I'm pulling his legs back so his thighs are pressed into his chest and his feet are past his ears. Now I'm pulling his legs out sideways, away from his body. See what has happened. His ass is pushed forward and his buttocks have been pulled wide apart. Now I'm lowering him back on the bed. He's ready for your lesson."Christie looked on in wonder as Lenka manipulated Oliver. She had only glanced at the website for a few seconds, so she had no idea about all of this. She thought it was really interesting.She noticed that even though Oliver was supposed to be comfortable now, he apparently didn't know it because he was twisting his lower body around wildly and moving it from side to side. The bird calls had become loud and high pitched.Her face was only a few inches from his pulled-apart buttocks, and she could see his puckered hole surrounded by lots of matted hair. He was either sweating a lot down there or it was the lubricant, but it looked really gross, she thought.Lenka pulled a rolling stand to her and pointed to a pan with what looked like five sticks of butter. But maybe it was some kind of Hungarian margarine, because the sticks were bright yellow, almost Day-Glo bright. "First we need to lubricate him," said Karel's voice in her ear.Christie looked quizzically at Lenka and tried to pantomime. She didn't know how to ask "Why?" except by mouthing the word silently. Lenka tried to understand her but finally gave up and raised her hand."Stop the cameras," Karel said. "What's the problem?""Nothing," said Christie. "I just don't understand about the butter. I thought Oliver was already cleaned inside with enemas and then lubricated.""But the audience doesn't know that," said Lenka with a smile. "They love to see the girlfriends push the butter into their boyfriends. So we pretend that he's not already prepared.""Oh," said Christie. "I'm sorry.""No problem," said Karel. "Roll them."His voice was soft in her ear again as Lenka began speaking. "We use this frozen butter to make things nice and smooth," he said, talking as Lenka again, "but as you can see, this butter is square, so it will be hard to push it in. That's why I have this scalpel. I'm carving the end of the first stick of frozen butter to make it smooth and round, and I'm making it tapered so the end is no wider than a finger and it gradually gets wider until halfway down it's at full width. It's a very sharp scalpel."Christie looked at her and saw she was smiling at her, and she smiled back. "It's the same one we use when we have to cut a man's balls off because they are diseased. Why don't you lift up your boyfriends balls and let me look at them while I do this. Move them around a little, please."They don't look too healthy. Maybe when we're done, we'll need to cut them off. You don't think so? Too bad." Lenka was smiling and pretending to sound disappointed. It was a joke."Ok. The first stick of butter is ready. I'm going to start, and then you're going to continue. See, I'm pushing it very gently at his wrinkly hole. I could open it wider by moving his legs further back and wider apart, but that's not really necessary. See how the tip is going in. It's starting to melt inside him and that will let more of the butter go in. I'm not pushing hard at all, but see how it's starting to go in a little more smoothly even though he's squirming around. Now I've finished inserting the part that I carved and we're to the square part, which should be harder because it's so thick and not round. But see how easy it's going in."Now you must take the next stick of frozen butter and push it against the end of my stick, so that his hole doesn't close up when I reach the end. It should be like one long continuous stick. Good, you're in position. Don't push so hard. Just hard enough to keep the front part of yours firmly against the back part of mine. That's it."OK, now mine's almost all the way in. Push just a little harder to make sure you go right in. Great. You did it. Now slow down your pushing. See if you can feel the butter melting inside him and go with the flow. That's it. We have five sticks of butter just in case, but usually it doesn't take that many to fill a boyfriend up."You're wondering how you'll know when he's filled. It's a surprise and really cute. You're almost at the end of your stick. I'm coming up behind you with my next stick. Steady, steady. That's it. There seems to be a little more resistance. I think I'm pushing some of the pieces around in him sideways. That's why he's breathing so hard. But soon they'll all be melted and he'll be comfortable and just feeling really filled up."I think we can get at least one more in him. Are you ready with the next stick? Good. Get it back behind mine and start pushing. I'm almost in. OK, push harder. Good, you're in. Now softer again. Great. Steady. Hear that sound. Don't stop, but look right at where the butter is going in. You'll start hearing a squishy sound. Hear that. Now look. Do you see the bright yellow melted butter squeezing out of him while you're pushing. Doesn't it look great. That means he's full."Just for fun, give your butter a hard push and look at the yellow stuff squirting out like crazy. You're giggling. I can tell you're having fun, aren't you? OK, now pull the rest of your butter out. You've just lubed your boyfriend. You're going to see a lot more of that bright yellow butter before we're done."As Christie pulled her hand away, she saw Oliver's hole expanded and full of butter. It made her excited, and then she saw it slowly closing up to a wrinkle again, a wrinkle covered in lots of melted butter.Lenka pushed the tray with the butter away and began talking again. "Now we're ready to begin," said Karel's voice in her ear."First, I'm going to put my index finger into him. See. I push it in slowly until it's all the way in. I wiggle it a little for fun. Keep it light. Sometimes you can feel his ass muscles start to grab it. That usually doesn't happen until later, but it's an exquisite feeling."Now I'm pulling my finger out and you put yours in. See how easy it goes with all that lubrication. Hey, you're having a great time. What a wonderful smile you have. That's it. Wiggle. OK, now pull it out, slowly, slowly. Now put two fingers together and do the same thing. Slowly, slowly. Are you ready for three? Good, I think your boyfriend is, too. He's not shifting around as much as he did for one finger. He's probably trying to relax so the stretching doesn't hurt as much, and that's a good thing."See how easy three went in. OK, wiggle just a little and then move them slowly in and out. Pretend your fingers are a penis. No, don't go fast now. Maybe that was the wrong suggestion. Let's slow it way down and get a nice rhythm. That's it."Now, we're ready for four. Good. You've got them going in just past your first knuckle. Now I want you to slowly speed up and as you do, push a little harder each time until you're all the way to the second knuckle and you can't go further because your thumb is sticking out and stopping you."Good. You're all the way in with four. Now faster. Pretend your hand is a vibrator and it's vibrating in and out of Oliver so fast that you can't see it. I want to see nothing but a blur of your four fingers. Faster. That's it."Now don't slow down if you can while you tuck your thumb in behind your fingers. Perfect. See it wasn't hard to get all the fingers in because the thumb is squeezed in. You're really vibrating, Christie. Beautiful. Are you getting tired yet? No? Great. Let's move ahead then."Keep vibrating, but add just a slight bit if pressure as you do. Don't force anything. You're just the vibrator. The soft, firm pressure is coming from someplace else, outside of you. You have nothing to do with it. You're just looking at your vibrator and wondering what's going to happen with that extra pressure.""Good, Christie. This is Karel speaking now. Is your arm starting to get tired? No? Good. When it does, let us know by pantomime, and we'll stop for a while. We're shooting Oliver's face at the same time, and we'll just cut away to him when we're editing and cut back to you as if you never stopped. OK, now I'm Lenka again."Don't slow down. Do you see any change as you're vibrating? Do you feel a little more resistance? We're going in the right direction. I can tell. Look at that butter squirting out. Doesn't it look delicious? Are you wrinkling your nose at me? You're funny."Don't slow the vibrations down. I think we're almost there. Get ready. It won't be long now. When it happens, it will happen fast. The thumb knuckle will join the other knuckles going inside and also the fleshy part of your palm below your thumb. This is the widest part of your hand, and once it goes through you'll push right into him until your wrist is covered. As soon as you feel this happening, I want you to stop the vibration as quickly as you can."Do you hear Oliver? It sounds like he's getting ready to open. Steady, steady. There, we're through. Stop! Stop! Did you see the butter squirting out? Wasn't that wild. Let's rest for a second and let Oliver catch his breath. Look at your wrist. You've got a new glove for your hand, and it's Oliver. I love your giggle. Isn't this wild?"OK, back to work. No more vibrating now, just slowly pushing straight ahead. Do you feel how smoothly his insides are gliding over the back of your hand as you go further? You are doing great, Christie, You aren't going to be a student nurse for long. You learn really fast. Did you feel how your boyfriend's body is squirming while you push your arm up inside of him. Don't worry, your hand and arm aren't that large. I'd say they're just normal size. And anyway, we all know, size doesn't matter. You're laughing. Isn't this fun?""Open your hand and move it around a little inside your boyfriend and feel the lubricant and the organs moving around as you do. It's an amazing feeling, isn't it? Keep pushing. If you feel some resistance, try to make your hand as small as possible and then pull out a little and push back while you wiggle a bit to get past what's blocking you. Don't push hard, because we don't want to cause any internal damage. We need to be very careful. I see you're not getting any resistance at all. That looks great."There, you passed the elbow. Not every boyfriend can take this much, but you have such slim arms, I think you can go all the way. Stop for a second and let him rest. OK, now, push gently, even more gently than before. It should look like your arm isn't even moving, but it is. I can see his asshole sucking your bicep into it, and there, you've done it. You can't go any further. You should see the expression on his face. When you see the video, you'll be amazed."As Lenka chattered on, Christie was indeed amazed. What a feeling to have her entire arm up to the shoulder buried inside Oliver! Though her rear was still in pain, she felt a stirring between her legs. Was she getting turned on by this? Was it the kinkiness? Was it the power? Why was she feeling happy in a strange way?She heard Karel in her ear, "Are you there, Christie? Have you been listening to me? It seemed for a second like you were in a different world. Don't worry. Everything will be fine." She wanted to tell him she didn't need his assurances anymore, but she wasn't allowed to speak."OK, I'm Lenka again," he said. Lenka was quietly looking at her with a slight smile and waited while Karel repeated what she had just said. Then she started speaking again."It's time to pull out now," said Karel's voice. "We're going to go much slower than when we went in. This is where it's easy for someone to get hurt if you're not careful. So pull very gently. That's the girl. You are doing great. Keep it up and you'll get a top score for this lesson."It's coming out, slowly, slowly. Look at your arm, all yellow, coated with butter. Would you like to lick it off. Ha ha. OK, we're almost out. Now if your hand inside him is compressed, loosen it up and make it into a big fist and turn it sideways. The cameras are in slo-mo mode and we want to see that big fist coming out sideways slowly, making his asshole as wide as possible and holding it there before it plops through. This is how it will look when you are assisting patients having a baby. We don't want to tear anything, so go very slow."That's it. I see the fist now. Slow slow. Great. You're out. Did you feel how fast the rest of your hand flew out once the widest part was outside? Were you surprised? That was terrific."OK, that didn't take much effort, so let's move right on. Don't worry about the butter dripping off your arm. It's not doing any harm. Now I want you to move your chair so you face him directly lift your arms up so they are pointing straight at him." Christie heard the cameras moving around behind her as she changed positions."Now we're going to start that vibration again, this time with two fingers of your right hand. See how easy they go in now. Good. Just a little faster. That's perfect. Now bring your left arm forward and put the same two fingers from the left hand in and vibrate the four fingers together. A little faster. See how easy that was. You've really prepared him well."Now let's go with three fingers from each hand. In and out, in and out. Same rhythm. Perfect. Your boyfriend is starting to move again, and I can hear his bird call getting louder."Now four fingers. Keep your thumbs straight up as your hands move in and out together. Good, you're going in to the second knuckle. He's really moving now. He's still got a lot of energy left. That's good. Wow! Listen to how loud and how high the bird is singing."Stay with four fingers, but instead of keeping your hands together, pull them wider apart as you go in and out. Let's gets some space between those hands. Don't do it quickly. The vibration is fast but the pulling apart is slow. Good. I see the opening between your hands getting bigger and bigger. The butter is pouring out. You are doing fantastic."Stay just like that, but now tuck your thumbs in behind your fingers as you go in and out. He won't even feel them because you've pulled him so wide open. Perfect. Keep the vibration going and the stretching. In and out, wider and wider."OK, we're ready. Now stay in rhythm but push your right hand in all the way to the wrist. That's it. Your whole right hand and four fingers of your left hand are now vibrating. Are you tired? No. Great."See how easy the hand went in this time. That's because of the stretching. OK. Keep those two vibrators going, your four fingers and your whole hand.Christie was amazed to see her whole right hand and four fingers of her left hand crazily going in and out of what now seemed a huge hole. How could he open that wide without splitting in two? she thought. What is he feeling? She had some idea from the loud bird sounds she heard. They were almost continuous now, except when he stopped to take a breath. Lenka began speaking again."Now we're ready to finish this part," said Karel's voice in her ear. "Is your arm tired yet? No? Good. Keep up the vibration and keep pulling wide with your left hand. There's still a little space in the middle and we need that space. When you're ready, push the left hand all the way in, staying in that vibration rhythm."Wow! You got that fast. Now don't worry about stretching him, just pump those hands together in and out. He's wide enough for both of them. This looks so great. Are you excited that you have two hands going into your boyfriend at the same time? I can see you're getting red in the face? Do you think you might actually come in your panties while you're doing this? Wouldn't that be naughty! Don't worry, I'm just kidding. That happens to a lot of my student nurses. It's only normal."OK, now let's try a variation. Keep the rhythm going with the right hand but stop inside him with the left hand. OK, when you're ready, I want you to start up again with the left hand, but this time, I want you to pull it out when the right hand is pushing in and then push it in when the right hand is pulling out. Same rhythm but hands going in opposite directions."This is the hardest thing you'll do today, and many of my students need two or three tries before they get it right, so don't be upset if you can't do it right away. OK, whenever you're ready. Amazing, you got it right away. Did you feel your boyfriend jerk? I don't think he expected that. He's whistling away. He sure has a lot of lung power, but I think he's starting to get winded. We'll check in a few minutes."OK, in and out, in and out. You're coming and going in him at the same time, so he doesn't really know how to respond when he tries to adjust. It must be frustrating for him. Hear how his bird is warbling softer and lower now. That means he's just about exhausted from all his efforts. Keep going, I'm going to talk to him."Karel's voice stopped as Lenka got up and went to where Oliver's head was lying. She leaned over and spoke softly to him. Christie couldn't hear what he was saying. Then she saw Lenka's hands go to his mouth and move around there.Lenka came back and sat down next to her and began speaking. Karel's voice said, "OK, slow down the rhythm, slower and slower. Now get both hands going in and out together again. That's it. Now faster, faster, faster, forget about the rhythm, see how fast you can go. OK, when you are ready, I want you to push hard into him with both hands and then pull out as fast as you can. Remember when he was popping you. We want to hear a loud pop and see lots of butter flying out."Lenka was silent as Christie speeded up. The sloshing from Oliver's hole grew louder and louder, and she heard something else, too, a low moan. When she suddenly ripped both hand from him, the loud pop was followed by an agonized scream, but a soft scream."That was great," said Karel in her ear as Lenka spoke in Hungarian. "You must have heard that I took the device out of his mouth. I attached it to his bed next to his head so that we can still hear him through the microphone. He promised not to yell loudly anymore, but I don't think he could do it even if he tried. His voice is hoarse and he hardly has any breath. This way we get more natural sounds from him for the last part. Now rest your arms."Last part? thought Christie. What else could she possibly do to Oliver. She was tired, and her imagination failed her. So she just waited and wondered.The sound of the bed motor startled her. She looked up to see Oliver's back moving up with the back of the hospital bed. The bed stopped when he was at a 45-degree angle. She looked at him and looked away with a tear in her eye. He was a mess. His mouth was hanging loose. His eyes were darting in every direction. At times his body twitched. Maybe he was right, and this was too much for him.She felt bad for him, but she steeled herself. They had come too far to turn back now. Only one more part and they would be done. Lenka wheeled a low platform over to the side of the bed with a small machine. The cord of the machine was attached to an electrical extension cord on the floor, and Christie saw Lenka flip a switch. At first she heard nothing, but when she listened hard she thought she heard a faint hum.Lenka took a long tube from the machine and lifted it into the air and began talking. Christie heard Karel in her ear again."You're probably familiar with this breast pump from your work in the maternity ward, sister. We're going to use it in a different way today. We want to give your boyfriend some pleasure, and this will help us. Watch as I put the little suction cup on the end of his penis."Christie watched, but she saw nothing at first. Oliver's big tool was hanging down and limp as a noodle. She saw the end of it gently pulled into the suction cup and gently released. She had never seen a machine like that before. The cup goes over the nipple, she thought, but Oliver doesn't have a nipple there. That little tiny sucking is not going to do anything.In a minute, she saw that she was wrong. The first thing that happened was that Oliver's ass started moving again. She looked up at his face and saw it was frightened. He was looking at his limp penis and the suction cup, but he still couldn't understand what was happening. Then she saw the penis stirring, and slowly it got firmer and firmer. After five minutes, it was standing straight the way it was when he was really horny. But she looked at his face and saw no horniness, just bewilderment.Lenka removed the suction cup and turned the machine off. Gradually Roger's tool sank down into limpness. Then she turned the machine on again and placed the suction cup back at the tip. This time it didn't take as long for him to get hard. She didn't say a word, but Christie heard Karel in her ear. "This is Karel speaking. She's going to do this to him a few more times until he's dying to come. Then we'll be ready for the last part."Christy watched as Lenka dipped her hands into the butter lying in puddles on the bed and began stroking Oliver's penis and manipulating his testes after a breast pump session. He responded a little to her, but his penis didn't manage to get far. She went back to the pump. When she turned it off the next time, Oliver's body was thrusting forward as if he were trying to have sex with the suction cup. He gave a little cry when it was taken away. This time Lenka's hands got him a lot more worked up, but not as hard as the suction cup.After one more suction session, though, he rose quickly in her hands and she started pumping him hard as he thrust his body at her hands and began panting hard. Suddenly, she took her hands away, and he groaned loudly in frustration. Lenka spoke to Christie."He's ready now," said Karel's soft voice in her ear as he spoke for Lenka. "I'm going to stay here by him and direct you from here. I want you to start with four fingers from each hand with the thumb tucked behind them. It will be a lot easier this time."Then get the rhythm going like before and when I signal you, get both your hands going all the way in and out together. Once that's going well, I'll signal you to stop with both hands inside. Then you're going to slowly push your right hand all the way in, like before. The only difference is that you'll have to do that while the left hand is in him, too. Don't worry. I'll guide you. It will be easy."When you are all the way in, I'll have you start pushing your left arm in. Yes, we're going to get both arms inside all the way to the shoulder. It will be exciting. Meanwhile, I'm going to be working on him up here with my hands."Within five minutes, Christie had succeeded in getting both arms all the way in. She could barely move them when Lenka told her to twist them a little. It was like they were in a vise.She looked up at Oliver's face during the process and saw it twist and move and grimace. His mouth was wide open. Sometimes he blew out in quick pants. Other times he was sucking for air. He seemed to be trying to find a way to deal with the pain, but nothing was working. His face muscles never stopped moving.The sounds weren't loud. They varied, from screams to short shrieks to moans to cries to sobs. It was amazing to watch and listen to him. She realized she was observing him as she would an animal in a biology experiment, not like he was Oliver, her boyfriend.Lenka began speaking again. "OK," said Karel in her ear. "We're almost done. I want you to keep your arms all the way in but use your body to move your chair a little to the side, so that you can turn and look at the camera and we can also see your arms inside him at the same time and above that see my hands working on his dick and above his face. We want to get all of that in one frame. Are you ready?"Christie moved her body to shift her chair. Lenka stopped speaking, but Christie heard her breathing heavily. She looked up and saw her bend down and take Oliver in her mouth and suck him. He thrust wildly at her head, but she raised up and removed her mouth and smiled at Christie while he moaned. She went back to work with her hands, breathing even harder. Christie was breathing hard, too, watching her. Who's going to come first? she thought, "Oliver, Lenka or me." A second later she knew as she screamed and her body shook while she watched Lenka pumping Oliver. Her hands inside of Oliver lurched out of control, and he screamed from the pain.When she had calmed down, she looked back. Lenka was still pumping hard and then pulling off. Her breasts were heaving and she was panting. Oliver was in agony as his body pressed against her trying to get off."That was great, Christie," said Karel. "We usually don't get that kind of orgasm from the girlfriends. You're getting a thousand dollar bonus for that. You are one amazing woman. Now please turn and look at the camera and smile with your arms inside Oliver while Lenka brings herself, I mean brings Oliver off."Christie turned to face forward and gave a tired smile. She was so exhausted that she felt like she didn't even have a brain anymore. But for some reason she found herself smiling gamely at the camera while the noises behind her grew louder and louder.They sounded like animal noises, guttural growls, shrieks, heavy panting, getting ever more urgent. They were so depraved that she shuddered for a moment. She couldn't even tell who was making what noise. Oliver and Lenka blended in a symphony of pure animal lust mixed with pain. Suddenly the two joined in one deafening harmony of screams and moans and she felt Oliver's body jerking wildly.At the same time it began to rain. How could it be raining on me? she thought. We're inside. She felt the rain falling on her wig, and some fell on her forehead and her arms. She looked at her arms. The rain was thick and white.Karel's voice in her ear was ecstatic. "I think this is the best video we've ever shot," he said. "Wait until you see Lenka's face when she's coming. I don't know how she did it while she was coming, but she got Oliver to spray high into the air and all around the room like a hose. I've never seen anything like it. Even though it's his third time today, he had a tremendous amount of semen left. His stuff is on all our equipment, but I don't care, because our cameraman got it all. What a shoot! Thank you so much, Christie, and give Oliver our sincere thanks, too, when you can. We hope everything turns out well for the two of you."Christie smiled a tired smile. For a moment she thought about herself and Oliver. Would this bring them closer together or would it drive them apart? She had hated him an hour ago, but now she loved him again. And she was proud of him. Would he hate her? Her insides were burning, and her anus was still in incredible pain. He must be feeling something similar. Could he get over that and love her again?Finally, she stopped thinking. Right now she just wanted to sleep. She sank from her chair into a heap onto the floor. END |
andrewjames.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/69/andrewjames.txt | Author Note: This story is a fantasy that contains scenes of Femdom, oral sex, rimming, cream pie eating, humiliation, blackmail, CBT, bondage, spanking, body modifications, and other erotic activities involving adults. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor, (i.e., child) please leave now. This story was written at the request of a sub fem friend of mine whose husband recently walked out, leaving her and the kids in the middle of nowhere. I hope this story works for you Angel.All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without written permission from the author. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete, including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. [email protected]***Chapter 1A sleek black Lincoln town car was traveling south on South Broad Street on a sunny Philadelphia, PA day. It slowed and turned east into the Avenue of the Arts Theatre District onto a clean quiet tree-lined street with two to four story town houses and small businesses on either side. "Bradley, pull over here," ordered the elegantly dressed youngish middle-aged man. The Lincoln pulled over across the street from the corner Starbucks coffee shop and stopped. A large gray haired man in a good suit wearing a cap exited the driver's side carefully, rounded the back of the car and opened the rear passenger side door. Out stepped a white man in an obviously expensive suit. He was a bit shorter than average with slender to average build, dark curly hair and a thin but handsome face marred only by a small mouth with girlish full lips. He turned to Bradley and softly ordered, "Bradley, I have a meeting here and I might take a walk around the neighborhood to check the real estate for investments. Pick me up here in three hours. If you don't see me, come into the Starbucks. We'll be calling it a day after that.""Yes Sir, Mr. Wellington. I'll be sure to be here on time."Andrew James Wellington III, Esq. had just come from his law offices after a long hard day. He was fighting to earn a partnership in the Philadelphia law firm he had been with since leaving Harvard. Due to the influence of his family name and Harvard degree, his only competition was "cut throat bitch," Marlene Johnson, a Princeton graduate. She was on the Princeton law review staff and had clerked for one of the federal district court judges before starting with the firm. Her ruthlessness was legend and highly prized by the firm. For Wellington, his academic record there had been lack luster but he had no problem graduating due to the wealth and influence of his wealthy and powerful, now long dead father. His mother was still alive and very much involved in the cities politics and arts. She insisted that a partnership in the prestigious law firm for Andrew was the absolute minimum necessary for the continuation of the snooty woman's prestige. He was grateful for her help but more relaxed now that his domineering father had finally moved on to whatever hell he had created for himself. Andrew, an evil bastard, had been happy to see the old man die. While Marlene was ruthless and aggressive, Andrew's family connections ensured a steady stream of wealthy clients coming to the firm. While Marlene was brilliant and effective, Andrew's clients had no problem with the high cost of the firm's expensive services. So far, money and volume had won out over Marlene. Andrew was intentionally early for his appointment. It was a warm late May day. The scent of apple and cherry blossoms filled the air of the clean shady tree-lined street. The town houses were well maintained and the colonial influence was easily apparent. After walking a few blocks east, he came to a wide four story red brick building. Each floor had five windows with colonial blue shutters. The simulated small pane glass windows had contrasting thick white stone above and below and there was a solid oak door with a larger brass acorn studded door-knocker to the far left of the front of the building. Andrew could see an ornate six-foot wrought iron fence along the edge of the flat roof. He straightened his already immaculate suit and tie, cleared his throat and gently knocked on the door. While he waited, he saw a real estate sign next to the door. "3,000 sq. ft. Duplex unit for sale." There was an agency name he recognized and a phone number. Andrew guessed that the price of the duplex would be nearly a million in this neighborhood considering the obvious high quality of the building. A strong masculine voice responded through a speaker next to the door, "Yes, how may I help you?" "I'm Andrew James Wellington, III Esq. and I have five PM appointment.""Come in Mr. Wellington and proceed to the valet on the table next to the stairs. You're expected." The deep voice said. Andrew entered, a bit in fear but excited. He closed the solid door behind him and walked over to the familiar table. He looked around him at the immaculate white plaster walls, high ceilings with walnut crown molding, acorns hand carved into the pattern. To the left of the small table was an elevator door large enough for two to three people. To the right was a spiral wrought iron staircase and to the right of that, a door with a frosted glass window in the upper half. The glass had 'basement' stenciled carefully onto the glass. A small closed circuit camera faced him looking down from about seven feet. There was a speaker just above the small walnut table. A wicker basket rested next to the table on the floor to the right. "Remove your keys, wallet and other belongings from your pockets and place them into the valet. Remove your clothing, fold them neatly and place them into the basket. When you're done, push the button next to the speaker," ordered the man in a deep voice. Andrew had been here before and swiftly followed the routine requirements. Soon he was nude except for a strange harness and chastity device. Below the harness was a CB-3000 clear acrylic chastity belt. His very tiny cock was tightly encased in a thin clear tube with a clear ring wrapped round his cock and huge balls. A small brass luggage lock connected the ring and tube and prevented their removal. The device kept his cock from hardening but allowed him full freedom to piss provided he did it sitting down. It also provided whoever wanted, full access to his large low hanging hairless balls. Above the chastity device was a black leather harness that was shaped like leather crotchless panties. His chastity device was bracketed by two slender leather strips that extended behind him into a belt that passed in between his ass cheeks and merged into the belt that surrounded his waist. The strip buckled into the belt and held a medium butt plug securely in his soft full girly ass. Above the chastity tube and part of the harness was a Vac-U-Lock Plug that securely held a long thick cyber cock! He looked ridiculous of course but that was the point. He was following orders. The harness, butt plug and dildo had been given to him with instructions, his last visit. He hoped that today Mistress Alexis would let him serve her sexually. Last time she said she might! His thin short cock tried to stiffen with the thought, causing him a twinge of pain. A large twenty-something muscular man came out of the elevator doors dressed in a classic black and white French maid's uniform complete with white lace cap and black lacy crotchless panties and his own CB-3000 chastity belt. In this case, the wider tube held a very large soft cock, the fleshy bluish cock head passed through the long tube with the head obviously much larger than the tube and with the end of the tube snug with the crown of his large glans. He had a black lace garter belt on that held up black fish net stockings. To complete the outfit he wore strappy sandals with stiletto heels. The combination of his heels and natural height made the big muscle man, tower above Andrew. He was very imposing, despite his sissy maid's uniform. The man's red lipsticked mouth opened revealing large brilliantly white tombstone like teeth and out came the same bass voice he had heard before. The muscle sissy grabbed Andrew's average neck in a huge paw, his red polished nails clicked together in front of Andrew's neck. The large fingers stretched his neck like a posture collar. "Ok dickless, follow me. Mistress is waiting."The two strangely dressed men entered the small elevator. The doors closed silently. The elevator had six level buttons, B for basement, 1 through 4 and Roof. The sissy maid pressed the 2 button. Soon the elevator opened on a small room, maybe ten foot on each side, elegant with high ceilings. The room was carpeted in blue grey plush carpet, wall to wall and was basically a small sitting room decorated conservatively. There were doors off to the left, right and straight ahead with no indication of what lay behind them. There was another narrow stairway going only down and the sissy maid directed him to it. The sissy maid released him with a gentle push indicating he should proceed ahead. The stairs were not the wrought iron ones he saw on the first floor. They were narrow, one person wide, but Brazilian Walnut steps with a continuation of the blue grey plush carpet in the middle of each step. At the bottom of the stairs, the room opened up into a irregularly shaped approximately thousand square foot dungeon. There could be no other name for the room. It was lit with indirect lighting that appeared be controlled with several independent dimmer controls as well as candle sconces along the walls, real candles. The candles were blood red or white, eight inches long and at least four inches in diameter. The sconces were made of the same color wrought iron as the entry stairway. In one corner was an open door to a small but elegantly tiled and decorated bathroom with a small shower and claw foot tub, a sink, vanity with mirror and commode. One wall held two large wide walnut cabinets at least five feet wide and at least that high with three rows of drawers from the floor up. Alongside the cabinets was an antique pegboard that held floggers, paddles, straps, canes, and all manner of percussion devices. To the other side of the cabinets was another pegboard that held leather belts, cuffs, harnesses and gags of all sorts and colors. In one corner was a spanking bench shaped like a larger wider carpenter's horse with the space between the legs enclosed in maroon painted plywood. The wedge shaped sides had black leather arm and knee rests complete with solid eyebolts to secure a person for spanking and fucking, effortlessly. Along one wall was a St Andrew's cross. Next to the cross was a stainless steel crash cart with a red cross on the side and several drawers. Bottles of lotions, lubricants, jars containing various sized and types of condoms, alcohol pad packets, and two colors of gloves, latex and nitrile, black and purple. On the other side of the room was a short wide metal cage with an opening to allow a slave's head to protrude and lock in place. The cage was obviously heavy, made of thick black steel bars with the sides welded with loving precision. A bondage table, a couple of short conductor's step stools and a couple of comfortable executive office chairs on wheels completed the furniture. The bondage table was covered in red leather like vinyl and it, too, was studded with eyebolts and cleats to assist in restraining even the most powerful person. Like the other rooms in the building, the ceilings were high with crown moldings. This time, the floor was grey slate and along one wall was a well stocked low granite wet bar with six comfortable leather chairs with wheels along the bar. The ceiling had eyebolts and hooks with leather cuffs, ropes with clothes pins attached like strings of pearls, lengths of chain hanging down as well as a suspension bar complete with an electric hoist with a control pendant hanging near the wall. Someone who knew what they were doing and who had money, had planned ahead and had not spared any expense. Although the room was obviously a professional room for bondage and discipline, it was also designed to accommodate more than a few people, both actors and spectators. In one of the chairs sat a tall curvy twenty something woman in a black leather corset, black leather panties, smoky nylon stockings, high-heeled sandals and black leather opera gloves that fit so perfectly they looked painted on. Her large obviously firm breasts were encased in a soft leather demi-bra that held her breasts but didn't fully conceal them. She was athletically built and moved gracefully when she stood before the two men. Sissy maid bowed and backed up several steps before moving silently to a corner to finally kneel with his knees widely spread and his back straight. He didn't lower his head, instead watching everything in the room vigilantly, missing nothing. Mistress Alexis slapped Andrew sharply across his face. "What are you doing, dickless? Why aren't you on your knees? How dare you stare at me?" She slapped him again with the other hand before he could move. He fell to his knees and put his head down, wrists behind his back, clasped. "I'm sorry, Mistress. You're just so beautiful today." He took the same knees wide position as the sissy maid with his large pendulous balls hanging down, almost to the gray floor. Kicking with her pointed sandal into his bared crotch, square into both balls, she roared, "What do you mean 'today' you worm? Are you saying I'm ugly the rest of the time, you dickless wonder?" Andrew nearly threw up, the pain in his balls clawed into his stomach. "I'm sorry, Mistress. Your beauty is magnificent each and every moment of the day and night. I'm sorry, Mistress! Please forgive me!" He begged with his head to the floor and his legs wide spread to let him grovel at her beautiful feet. Mistress Alexis was satisfied the session had started properly. She grinned at Sissy. He grinned back, knowingly. "I was going to let you pleasure me today but you've started badly again worm. Crawl over to me and lick my foot," she ordered in a sexy, calm voice. Andrew gently licked the tips of her perfect toes and the top of his Mistress's beautiful womanly foot through her nylons. "May I remove your beautiful sandals Mistress so I can lick your lovely feet completely?""Go ahead, dickless. Remove my sandals. No, not with your skinny fingers. Use your teeth to release the buckle and tug the sandal off with your lips. Don't leave any marks and don't bite me or I'll pull all of your teeth from that worthless mouth."Gleefully, Andrew did as he was told and once the sandals were off, he lavished his Mistress Alexis's fragrant toes and feet with affection. Mistress Alexis began to relax, her head back on her graceful long neck. Her mouth was open slightly as she enjoyed the slavish devotion of her wealthy lawyer slave boy. "Stop, slave!" she ordered. Andrew cringed. What had he done wrong? Alexis unsnapped her garters and removed her nylons allowing her naked feet and legs to get closer attention. "Ok slave, begin again. Clean between my toes starting with the large ones. Suck on them like they're the cocks you suck when you're with your rich friends." Andrew had never sucked cock but thought about it with a shudder when she said that. Would she ever order him to service sissy maid? Could he suck the sissy's huge cock? If she ordered it, would he refuse and be sent away?He couldn't face a week without Mistress Alexis, so he took the safe path and didn't argue about his orientation, happy he had been able to suck her naked feet for the first time. "Sissy, come over here and help me. He's doing a lousy job." She ordered. "Use the 'Toybag' strap on his useless ass. Get your ass up to give Sissy a good target, dickless."Sissy took the highly polished exotic hardwood handle in his hand, dangling the two-inch wide by eighteen-inch long thick leather double strap. He pulled his arm back about half way and gave the nearly naked lawyer a sharp stroke to his naked plump ass. A red welt began to form.Andrew redoubled his efforts to satisfy his Mistress. Again, Sissy struck him, this time a little lower towards where his ass cheeks met his thighs. Ten seconds later, he struck again. The strokes were not as hard as they could have been, just hard enough to redden the plump soft ass cheeks of the weeping slavish lawyer. Every stroke was like fire and caused his asshole to clench around the butt plug deeply imbedded in his tight ass. The plug was forced deeper into his ass each time, massaging his prostate gland and causing his thin tiny dick to leak along the walls of his chastity tube and drip to the floor where it started to pool.That was what Alexis was looking for. "You're leaking thin cum on my beautiful floor. It's obvious there is no sperm in your cum, girl. You'll never have kids with cum that thin!" Andrew James Wellington III, Esq. had two kids and an X wife. He had plenty of sperm. He was a virile man!"Mistress, I already have two kids." He whined. "What bullshit. You're a lying cock sucker." "You better have proof of that statement or I'll have sissy pound your balls to paste and make sure you never have kids. However, if you're not lying, I'll give you a reward and let you serve me sexually," she replied, not believing this man with a two-inch soft dick, probably three when hard, was capable of having kids. "Mistress, I have pictures of the kids and my X-wife in the entryway." He replied, now frightened of what might happen. "Sissy, get his wallet and bring it to me. Meanwhile I'll put him on the spanking bench while you're gone." Alexis pulled the butt plug out of Andrew's tight ass with a plop and a yelp from Andrew. He had gotten used to the neck of the plug but when the fat part came out, it hurt like hell. She had him strip off the dildo and butt plug harness. She took the gear to the bathroom for Sissy to clean later. "Up, dickless, straddle that bench," she ordered. While Sissy went up the stairs and back down the wrought iron set to the front door, Mistress Alexis attached leather cuffs to his wrists, ankles and added a leather dog collar with a leash point D-ring. Andrew obediently straddled the spanking bench and rested his elbows and knees on the padded rests. Alexis attached the cuffs to the eyebolts using double-ended snap rings and added a chain to his collar to hold his head down. She took a two-ounce, wide-mouthed specimen jar from the small fridge in the bathroom and unscrewed the lid. She went to the cabinets and took out a Velcro tipped penis gag with a wide two and a half inch silicon penis head and dipped it into the jar. "Dickless, if you weren't lying I'll let you taste this gag with my special sauce on it. Then you can serve me sexually."Sissy came running, awkwardly in his high heels. "Here, Mistress. There are pictures in his wallet and here is his PDA, there are several more." Sure enough, there were two pictures in his wallet of two twin boys. The first was of when they were just babies and the other as toddlers. Mistress Alexis took the Blackberry from Sissy and started cycling through the pictures. These were not pictures of cute little toddlers. They were a series of pictures of a very beautiful woman being debased! Alexis recognized the woman. It was Tina from her Sorority! What the fuck was going on here?"Andy, explain these pictures." She ordered. "How old are these?"Andrew explained the nude debased woman in the pictures was his X-wife and that the children were his. He proudly admitted that he was blackmailing his X-wife so he didn't have to pay any child support or alimony, forcing her to serve as a stripper and escort for a client in Atlantic City. "The pictures of the X-wife are from November, six months old." He said proudly. It was as if what he had done to his X-wife was a very manly thing. Alexis's mind raced. This couldn't be. Tina was a beautiful innocent girl. There was no way she was doing this of her own free will. She needed to get to the bottom of this. "Ok, dickless. You've almost convinced me. Tell Sissy your X-wife's phone number and address. I'll take your word for it today but I'll have sissy check to make sure. Don't worry, I'll be discreet." After Andrew had given the information, Alexis dipped the business end of the cock gag into the special sauce, the cum of her earlier clients that day. She inserted the gag into the bastard's mouth and fastened the Velcro straps tightly, forcing the gag in as deeply as possible. Andrew hated the taste of cum but he took the penis gag into his mouth and licked the cum off to please his Mistress. Mistress Alexis went to one of the drawers in the cabinets on the side of the room and put on a strap on harness. With it she added a six inch dildo that was at least one and three quarters inch in diameter. It wasn't the largest in the collection but it was far from the smallest. The black "Feeldoe Stout" double dildo had a large bulb, about one and a half inch in diameter, on one end that she inserted into her tight vagina. She twisted the end of the small vibrator embedded in her end. There were several small ridges on top that rubbed on her clit. The vibration and ribs felt wonderful. Seeing what was happening, Andrew's eyes got wide as he began to understand the kind of service she was going to get. He tried to pull his arms and legs free but he was going nowhere, the cuffs and clips didn't give at all. He was forced to take what he was given, at the mercy of the sissy maid and Mistress Alexis. The butt plug that had been in his ass was selected to match this dildo. Sissy took a tube of water soluble lube and spread a large glob on a fat finger, inserting it deeply into Andrew's cringing asshole. For fun, Sissy fucked his fat finger in and out of his tight ass, spreading the lube. He pulled his slippery finger out of Andrew's tight ass with a pop. Satisfied he was ready enough, Alexis plunged the fat dildo into Andrew's tight ass in one firm stroke and began to fuck him deeply, "long dicking" him. The fucking went on and on, bringing Alexis to orgasm after orgasm until she was worn out and sweating. Andrew's ass got more and more stretched and really began to hurt. However, the fat strap-on had been rubbing on his prostate and he finally came, pumping a large volume of cum through his painfully bent three-inch hard-on, along the chastity tube walls and onto the spanking bench. When she was through, she walked out of the dungeon, "Clean him up, Sissy and get him on his way. Dickless, you were very good today once you got your shit together. If your story proves true about your family, I'll give you a full day on an upcoming weekend at no charge." Sissy had Andrew lick up his own cum and allowed him to get clean enough in the small dungeon bathroom under supervision. Andrew and Sissy retraced their steps. Andrew got dressed, gave Sissy a business envelope with a wad of hundred dollar bills in it and left, limping slightly as he made his way to the Starbucks at the end of the street. He needed some hot coffee to rinse the bitter cum taste out of his mouth!Wow, he thought. That had been a great experience! A free weekend day with Mistress! He could hardly wait! Meanwhile, Alexis had reached Tina, her former sorority sister by phone and they were exchanging information about Andrew within seconds. Alexis told Tina, "For security, I video tape my sessions with sound and color. I have his confession on tape how he conspired to screw you over. I have an idea how we can turn this around and have some fun too. Listen up." Chapter 2Tina was a beautiful graceful woman. She studied dance, sculpture, drawing, painting and music throughout her whole life. She knew a great deal about classic and modern artists and was a fair sketch artist. She had even made a few dollars in the summer at her parent's beach side restaurant making charcoal portraits on demand for passing tourists. They weren't great art but still, they were very good and Tina was able to put some money into her savings account. It wasn't enough to live on, but with her parents taking care of necessities, it grew steadily over the years to nearly $10,000. When not working in the family restaurant or on the boardwalk next to the restaurant, she spent her time swimming with her friends in the warm Atlantic Gulf Stream that passed the small northern beach town. A bright girl, she had inherited her parents' strong work ethic and robust health. To get help watching the young girl, her mom had done what many working moms do. She had changed the girl's birth certificate and lied about her bright daughter's age to enroll her in school a year early. Tina had no trouble starting early. She thrived in school and made friends easily. She was a loyal friend to all of her girl friends, but shy with boys, since she was actually a full year and more, younger than all of her other classmates.The age difference made her body development fall behind the other girls. She had always been slender and her thin coltish body didn't attract the boys.Her protective and conservative parents didn't allow her makeup or fashionable clothing, sticking to what was on sale and from the cheaper stores. After all, money was not easy to come by in the small town, particularly when the season was over and most of the town closed down when the tourists went back to their busy lives. After her senior year of high school, she hadn't earned enough money to go to college and she was only sixteen, so she couldn't go out and get a real job. She was stuck in a resort town with only the meager summer earnings and life in the restaurant to look forward to. She was doing a sketch of a small pretty child for her mom while an older woman stood behind her silently studying Tina's skill and technique. Tina had been making these sketches for years and was very swift. In addition, her model was so cute she went out of her way to do a good job. When she was done and had taken the $20 she normally charged for the sketch, the woman behind her began questioning Tina about her interests and knowledge. Impressed with Tina's grasp of art in general, her work ethic and friendly spirit, she made an offer to the young girl. The woman was the department head of the art school at a major mid western university. She knew that Tina probably didn't have much money, but the spirit and talent might be there. She made Tina an offer of a scholarship. The woman was a trustee and prominent member of a sorority at the school that would be looking for a person to help with serving meals and cleaning up in exchange for room and board plus a small salary. Since Tina had lifelong experience working in a restaurant, she also got a place to stay and a job. Tina's salary and her savings would get her by for at least a year and then she'd figure out what to do. Tina's parents would miss her and it would be a hardship to do without her labor, but it was clear from the excitement in the pretty slender young girl that this was an opportunity that just couldn't be passed up. They let her take the job at the end of the summer and Tina went seven hundred miles away to college. She was not a great artist, but her already strong knowledge of her major and hard work allowed her to carry a solid respectable grade point average. Her references from school and the evidence of her hard work gave Tina the ability to get some small grants, and the rest was taken care of with student loans. Just after turning eighteen, the now beautiful graceful woman had finished her Junior year but had no more savings except a small amount to get home. She had been raised to be polite and hard working. She had full use of the prestigious sorority's gym and aerobics room. Although not a member of the sorority, she was treated as though she were a little sister by most of the girls. She had blossomed her last year. She was now five foot seven and about one hundred ten pounds with firm slender legs, a boyish but muscular ass and a slender waist. Her breasts were a nice B cup and were proportional to the rest of her slender body. She had her hair styled in a pixie cut, had large blue eyes, full pouting lips and a beautiful complexion. Both of her parents took a short vacation, a long preseason weekend, and went to pick her up for the summer. While she was waiting at the curb after a call from her mom saying they were almost there, she heard a crash and saw a ball of flame leap above the trees shielding and surrounding sorority row. She was startled but she continued to wait. Almost an hour later, one of the friends she made at the sorority, a very beautiful and assertive older girl, came over to her. "Tina honey. I need you to come into the house for a minute." Said Alexis. "Alexis, my parents are picking me up any minute and they must be lost. I don't want to leave here or they may drive right past." Tina said with concern in her voice. "That's what I want to talk to you about honey." Alex said as she leaned over and hugged the now frightened Tina. The two women, one tall, nearly six foot, with an athletic firm curvy body, the other slender and graceful, went into the house and sat down in the living room. There Tina saw several of the friends she had made in the sorority, their sad faces looking on silently. "Tina, honey, I've got bad news. Your parents were just killed in a car crash by a drunken driver that ran a red light in town. Your parents died instantly. Honey, they didn't suffer." Alexis hugged the distraught young woman and held her while she sobbed and shook. Finally, after a while, Alexis put her to bed and the next day came to get her with coffee and a light breakfast. "The sorority took up a collection to get you home on a bus so you can take care of everything. I got in touch with your parents' bank. One of their lawyers will made arrangements to ship your parents home. Their burial site is pre-paid as are their other arrangements. Let us know when everything is taken care of and when you're ready to let us know what your plans are going to be for next year." After arriving home, stunned by the horrific news, Tina went through the motions, guided by a very good looking older man that her bank had contacted for her. He took charge and guided her through the paperwork, arranging for the sale of her parents' restaurant and their apartment in the same building. There was not a lot of money from the sale, and the lawyer advised her to pay her student loans after taking care of her parents' debts. After taking care of everything, Tina had no debts but also no place to live and no parents. The attorney arranged for her to get a job with the bank as a teller and found her a small studio apartment nearby where she could store her collection of art books and her small collection of clothes and keep sakes. Tina recovered quickly from the tragic loss of her parents and when the kind and handsome lawyer asked her out, she was very flattered and excited. She had rarely been on a date, particularly with someone so handsome and successful. Andrew had been so strong and kind when her parents had died. He was her savior and guardian angel. Tina was knowledgeable about liberal arts and classic art but despite being around her parent's restaurant, knew nothing at all about real life. She was still a virgin with no experience. In other words, she was easy prey for the older man. Andrew took her to a fine restaurant and out dancing, serving her fruity drinks that disguised the large amount of alcohol in them. Never used to drinking, the trusting eighteen year old surrendered to her protector that same night. She was a virgin but she was very passionate in her love-making, excited and drunk, her normal conservative upbringing was overruled by her lust. The next day, waking up next to her protector, she began weeping about what she had done. Andrew hadn't known she was so young and inexperienced when he asked her out but he liked the beautiful woman. Over the next few months, they fell in lust and got married. Tina was not aware, due to her inexperience, but Andrew had a very small dick. That's one reason he had chosen the young virgin for his wife. She didn't have a clue that his large pendulous balls and tiny dick were unusual. Andrew could produce a huge amount of cum but his dick was almost too small to break her hymen. Tina was nearly a virgin even after being married for months. Andrew never had so much sex but he was still not happy with his slender wife's grace and beauty. He insisted on modifications and Tina, in love, happily did whatever he wanted to make him happy. She got breast augmentations, taking her B sized cup to a D. She got her full pink nipples, navel and clitoral hood pierced.Almost immediately, Tina became pregnant and had twins, two boys. Both were healthy and all was well. Andrew's short thin cock could barely feel anything when Tina was a virgin. With the birth of the twins, his knew his pleasure would be non-existent. He had the doctor do what he could to restore her virginal elasticity. During the pregnancy, he instructed the doctor to teach her Kegel muscle exercises to strengthen her pelvic floor for the delivery and give Tina the ability to grasp his tiny dick in a firm and massaging grip after the delivery. The doctor did his job and Tina's dedication to her husband, ensured her body was even more capable of giving pleasure to the self-centered Lawyer. Tina's hips had matured from the pregnancy and her hips were fuller, rounder and luscious. In other words, she now had the body of a Denise Richards, no longer a boyish gawky girl. One day, Andrew was at the country club with Tina and the kids at the pool. To impress his young family, he dove off the three meter platform. Unused to a dive from that height, he lost his trunks. He struggled to the surface with his trunks floating away. One of his buddies, laughing, grabbed the trunks and threw them to the side of the pool, forcing Andrew to leap from the pool naked to run for his suit. A game of keep away started with his trunks. His golfing foursome was having some fun with him. Humiliated, Andrew's tiny cock erected to its full slender three inches while his low hanging big balls flopped and bounced against his thin thighs. His buddies and then their wives began laughing, almost in hysterics from the site of Andrew's weird package. Tina became concerned and ran over to her blushing husband with a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and ran off to the locker room. Tina sat down with the kids and asked why everyone was laughing. A wife of one of his foursome explained they were laughing at Andrew's tiny dick. Tina didn't understand until the woman, suddenly serious, explained what a normal dick looked like. The woman called her husband and the other two men of Andrew's foursome over. "Come with us to the cabana." She had them pull down their swim trunks, exposing their soft and hardening cocks for Tina. Their cocks began to grow as their giggling wives stoked the stiffening cocks and nice sized balls. Before the astonished young girl were three, five and a half to six and a half inch dicks of one and a quarter to one and one half inches thick. They were nearly double the length and three times the girth of her husband's stubby pencil dick!Foolishly, that night Tina told her husband what she had seen and asked her husband why he had lied and told her he was average. He became enraged and humiliated, grabbed a suitcase, packed and left her. Chapter 3Andrew knew what he wanted and he wanted to punish everyone who had humiliated him. Unfortunately, the only person he had any power over was the naive mother of his two toddlers. He told his distraught sweet wife that their marriage was over and he would take care of everything. Prior to their marriage, Tina had signed a pre-nuptial agreement that ensured she got none of the couple's property nor alimony but she retained custody of the children with ample child support. Tina was young, healthy and very much in love when they married so she had no problem with the agreement. She trusted her husband completely, thinking they would have their family later, she could finish college and get work teaching while the kids were in school.Due to the sudden breakup, that option was out of the question. The only marketable skills Tina had was waiting tables. Everywhere she tried, restaurants were closing or barely hanging on. The last thing they needed was another waitress. Andrew had a plan. He contacted one of his criminal clients and had him approach the beautiful Tina. She was offered a job waiting tables at a strip joint owned by Andrew's client. She had to move to Atlantic City but that was only a hundred miles away and the boss had one of the bouncers help her move to a small apartment near the strip joint. Soon, Tina discovered the money waiting on tables didn't cover the cost of child care, rent and all of the essentials the single mom needed to take care of her twin toddlers. The tips she counted on were going to dancers' G-strings and lap dances. Andrew and the Boss knew that would happen. They counted on it. So one day, when she was exhausted after her long night of waiting tables for minimum wage and minimal tips, the Boss approached the beautiful busty woman and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. She would be a stripper and do lap dances. The beautiful graceful woman was a natural and soon she was making good money. She moved into a better apartment and got her two kids a quality day care. Then one day, the child support stopped. Instead of a check there was a thick envelope of pictures with a note. Andrew had pictures of her giving lap dances and stripping topless and nearly bottomless! The note said, "If you want to retain custody of the kids, you will not complain about the end of your child support. You're on your own. If you complain, I'll file charges accusing you of being an unfit mother and the kids will be mine." Signed, Andrew James Wellington III, Esq. Without the extra money that Andrew paid, she was back in financial trouble again. The boss of the strip joint knew why she was so sad that night, hugged her and asked if he could help. Tina told the Boss what had happened and that she didn't know what to do. The trap was set, "Don't worry Tina, I'll set up some after hours and off site gigs for you. You can do bachelor parties and private dances for select clients. Tony here will drive for you," said the Boss, pointing to a massive white man standing by the door who was covered with tattoos. Tony was a part time bouncer and full time biker gang member. He was fearless and fierce looking. He had always been nice to Tina but he frightened her. Her instincts were accurate. Tony was very dangerous. Seeing little choice, she reluctantly agreed."Tony, grab the good digital camera and come with us. Let's go Tina," snapped the Boss as he took Tina firmly by her slender firm upper arm.Once the two imposing men and beautiful topless woman were in the back office, the Boss turned to the nervous twenty year old and said, "Strip off that G-string, kneel and take out my cock. Tony, I'm going to need pictures for Tina here. She needs to drum up some business to help pay the bills. Her scum bag husband cut off her child support."Thinking the Boss was going to help her, she did what she was told. Stripped down, she knelt on the thick carpet, her smooth tanned shapely legs widely spread, her firm full breasts heaving with fear and excitement.Tina reached up and unzipped his bulging pants. She gingerly reached into the Boss's silk boxers and pulled out his large stiffening cock. The Boss was a shower, not a grower. His soft cock was easily six inches long and one and one half inch thick. The sight of the submissive young girl, her large blue eyes sparkling with tears, her red pouting lips quivering, excited the domineering Boss. His cock rapidly stiffed to its full seven inches in length and two inches in diameter.Even after working in the strip club for two months, Tina had never seen anything like the Bosses cock. It was easily twice the length and four times the thickness of her husband's tiny excuse for a dick."What do you think of that weapon, girl?" her boss asked with a wide grin.It was obvious to the two experienced men she was in shock.Her pretty mouth was open, her jaw slack. Her eyes were open wide. She was frozen in place.Her behavior excited both men. Tony's larger cock had already tented his worn jeans. He could hardly wait for his turn.The Bosses cock immediately started to drip a steady stream of clear pre-cum in anticipation of breaking in the beautiful near virgin. He grabbed her small ears, "Get a picture of her mouth wide open near my drippy cock."Tony clicked off several shots of her face and hot kneeling body, making sure to capture the Bosses large cock in the pictures.The Boss ordered Tina, "Stick that pretty pink tongue out and lick the tip of my cock. Polish that cock."Tina stuck out her tongue. It came out, then some more and miraculously, came out some more."Damn girl! Are you part Lizard? That's the longest tongue I've ever seen!"Tina's tongue was long enough to touch under her chin, even long enough to reach the bridge of her perfect nose, almost between her pretty eyes!"Ok girl, lick up that tasty juice. Make my knob shine. Tony, make sure you get lots of pics of that fantastic tongue!"The spell broken by the firm but gentle grasp of her ears and head, she leaned in and quickly licked up the flowing pre cum from the velvet head of the Bosses impressive cock. The Boss had sweet cum with a slight musty manly scent. Tina was surprised, she liked it. She savored the flavor a few seconds then dove back onto his cock taking as much as she could while swirling her talented tongue around and around his sweet dick head.She was lost in the filthy act she was performing, her shaved pussy drooling down the insides of her firm thighs.She started bouncing up and down while she sucked like her life depended on it, the eight gauge stainless steel hood piercing pounded her engorged clit!Tony smiled as he moved around the hot woman, taking picture after picture of her loss of control. It was a hot scene!Tina, focused only on her lust, began to sink her mouth down so the magnificent cock was deep enough so her long agile tongue could begin to lick the Bosses tightening scrotum. Tina alternated between licking up the increasing flow of pre-cum, wrapping her tongue under his glans and back to his balls!The Boss couldn't take it anymore. "I'm going to cum you hot bitch! Don't swallow. Hold my cum in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. Tony, get this!" True to his warning he exploded into Tina's virgin mouth. Tina choked at first but, a natural cocksucker in her element, she quickly got control.After the first hard blast of cum, the Boss reluctantly yanked his throbbing spurting cock from Tina's still sucking mouth and hosed her angelic face. Her eyes were covered, her high tanned check bones, pert nose and swollen red lips were covered in thick hot sticky cum. That was it for Tina. Her firm young body clenched in a full body muscle lock. She had cum and kept cumming for nearly a full minute! Tony got it all!She had cum from sucking her bosses cock while another man recorded her degrading performance."Wipe up that yummy cum with your fingers, lick them, don't spill a drop and don't swallow."The humiliated young girl did as she was told. It was difficult due to the large volume but finally, her head back, mouth open, she finished."Tony, get a picture of her wet face and full mouth from every angle."When he was done, his cock throbbing from the obscenely hot scene, he nodded."Ok girl, swallow."Tina almost retched when she swallowed the thick cum. Finally, she was done. She fell forward to her hands and knees, head down, breathing heavily from her slutty service."Ok, Tony. Give me the camera. Your turn."Tony quickly stripped and sat down, sliding his heavily muscled legs around her quivering arms. Tony's dick was even bigger than the Boss.Tina couldn't get the head into her stretched already slimy lips!"Get that cock wet girl," ordered the biker.Using her magic tongue, she swiftly lubed the monster cock.Tony quickly slid out from under the excited woman, knelt behind her spread legs and slowly slid his pulsing cock into her hot wet tight pussy until his large balls pounded her already excited clit. Had it not been for her delivery of twins last year, his hard deep plunge would have ripped her open. Tina quickly got used to the full feeling and her clit rubbing on his thick shaft on the in strokes was driving her nuts!The Boss pushed her head back with a hand to her forehead and plunged his hardening cock into her throat.Tina was being fucked at both ends by eighteen inches of thick cock and she was in heaven.In a few minutes due to all of the excitement, Tony stiffened and grabbed her firm round hips, plunged in deep as he could, and pumped the young hot women full of cum. Tony fell back. The Boss took his place. He had just had one of his best orgasms. He was just getting started. When he plunged into Tina's orgasming spasming pussy, Tony's huge cum shot had nowhere to go and squirted out along the Boss's thick cock, covered her shaved crotch and began running down the inside of her smooth thighs.Tony picked up the camera and began taking more pictures.Finally, the Boss came hard again. He reluctantly pulled his softening cock from Tina's sweaty slippery body. Exhausted, Tina rolled over on her back, her arms outstretched, her knees bent, legs widely spread.Tony stood between her spread legs and took picture after picture of her swollen cum covered pussy, her flushed face, shoulders and breasts. It was obvious she had just had a powerful orgasm. A strong steady river of cum flowed out of her gaping pussy. If it hadn't been clogged with thick white cum, Tony could have seen her cervix.She was covered in a film of sweat and cum. She was sore all over and had just sucked and fucked two men while being photographed. She was a very well fucked slut and she didn't care. That was the most exciting hour she'd ever had. She laid there and almost purred as she licked and savored the flavors in her cum sticky mouth. 'So that's what an orgasm is like! I hope some of my customers can do that too!' She thought to herself. "Get showered and dressed. Go home and come back the regular time. I'll try to arrange for some gigs for you to make some more money. Don't worry, we'll make sure you're taken care of," smiled the evil Boss. Tony knew what was to come and felt sorry for the sweet girl. The boss reported back to Andrew, "Mission Accomplished." Andrew smiled knowingly. He sent a note back to the Boss. "Send the pictures to me. Your bill is cancelled. Account paid in full."That would fix that smart assed bitch! Andrew's mom hated Tina. She considered Tina trash. He told his mom that he was now done with her and the brats. He no longer had to pay child support. He got the praise and affection his mom had withheld since he started dating Tina. The world was back to normal for Andrew James Wellington III, Esq. and Andrew's snooty mom. Andrew was very happy. Chapter 4When Andrew got back from lunch a week after his visit to Mistress Alexis, his secretary handed him his normal stack of messages.The one he had hoped for was there in code. "Your request to inspect the duplex property this Saturday has been approved by the seller. Please call my office to set the time, M. Alexis."He rushed into his office, "No calls or visitors, Susan. I have an important conference call to make."Nervous and excited, he quickly dialed the number. Sissy maid answered, "How may I help you?""This is Mr. Wellington calling about the duplex for sale.""Ah, Yes Sir. Would four PM on Saturday be satisfactory for you, Sir?""Yes. Yes. Yes, that would be perfectly fine. Please thank your Mistress for me.""She told me to remind you about the regular preparations."After a quick glance at the door and intercom switch, "Yes, I understand, enema, shaved from the neck down. Chastity belt. I understand.""Very well Mr. Wellington. We'll be expecting you. She has a very interesting day planned for you." The line went dead.Andrew began giggling. Jumping up and down. A whole day for free!Andrew drove to Mistress Alexis' house himself this time and in his brand new gray convertible Pontiac Solstice. It was only $40,000 but a grateful client had given it to him and it fit the neighborhood better than his Lincoln or Porsche. He didn't know how long he would be and didn't want Bradley to know what he was up to.He parked in the lot next to Mistress Alexis' building, walked rapidly to the door and knocked. Sissy maid had him come in and strip as usual, escorted him to the "Play Room" and said, "Mistress asked me to help you get ready."That was very unusual but a free day was as well. Mistress must be pleased, he grinned.Sissy maid took a small key and unlocked the chastity belt, disassembling it and setting the pieces on the crash cart. Next he added wrist and ankle cuffs as well as a posture collar that gently but firmly stretched his neck a bit and kept his face straight forward and unable to turn. He put a wide black belt with several D rings around Andrew's waist and buckled it snuggly. Sissy maid took Andrew's left arm, guided him to the bondage table and had him step up using a porter's stool to sit, legs dangling off the side."Turn, slide down so your ass dangles off the end." Ordered the towering muscle man wearing the frilly French maid's uniform. "Lie down on your back."Andrew was a little apprehensive but complied. He didn't want to piss off Mistress Alexis and lose his special day. Besides, there was no way he could resist the powerful man, regardless of what he was wearing.Sissy swiftly clipped Andrew's wrist cuffs to D rings in the belt, securing his arms along his sides. Sissy went over to the wall and lowered the suspension bar until it was just over Andrew's pubic bone and about a foot above. Sissy widely spread and secured Andrew's ankles to the ends of the bar and again used the hoist pendant. This time he raised Andrew's legs so they were up and towards his head slightly, spreading Andrew's legs and ass as well as tilting his pelvis upward to give excellent access to his ass.Andrew was secured on his back with his ass at the end of the table, legs spread and held, his balls hanging over the edge. The posture collar forced his face straight up.Andrew could no longer see much of what was happening and he was securely held immobile.Sissy took a leather parachute with three small link chains attached to a central ring, snapped it around Andrew's balls and attached a snap hook with several feet of braided nylon line on it. He took the line and using a ladder, threaded it through a small pulley attached to the ceiling.Sissy pulled the line snug to stretch Andrew's pendulous balls upward until Andrew yelped, then looped the line several time around a cleat near the end of the bondage table.Next, Sissy took a one and three quarters inch ring gag and squeezed Andrew's jaws to painfully force Andrew's mouth open. He pushed the ring into Andrew's mouth. The ring was now firmly behind his teeth. Sissy pulled the Velcro covered thin leather straps behind Andrew's neck and secured the straps with no slack. The tightness permitted by the Velcro pulled the ring in further allowing Andrew to use his lips but not close his mouth. Sissy placed a leather blindfold over Andrew's head. A wide elastic strap comfortably held the fur lined soft leather blindfold over his eyes.Finally, affixed to the table immobile, legs spread, balls painfully stretched upwards, gagged, blindfolded, he was almost ready."One last thing, dickless," Sissy said as he lubed a fat forefinger and inserted it into Andrew's vulnerable ass. Sissy inserted his lubed fingers over and over, adding more and more lube while stretching Andrew's asshole more and more each burning time. He focused his massage on Andrew's prostate, forcing a tiny erection. "You're going to be thankful for this lube and stretching later, dickless."Andrew had been there less than twenty minutes and it had been a heavy ordeal already! If this was preparation, what was to come?"I'll be right back after I tell Mistress you're ready. She's entertaining your party guests while I got you ready. We won't be long. Don't worry.""PARTY GUESTS! WHAT PARTY GUESTS?" Andrew screamed! The tightly inserted large ring gag effectively muffled any noise.Andrew froze, holding his breath, straining to hear.After an eternity, Andrew heard the sounds of several people coming down the stairs. He heard both masculine laughing and girlish giggling. Suddenly he felt and heard the sharp smack of a female hand as it came down hard on the bottom of his thigh. "Wake up, dickless, some of your guests have arrived. You'll never guess what happened. When I saw the pictures of your wife, I recognized her! Isn't that great? It turns out she worked for my sorority, lived there with me and even took some classes with me.""Well, I just had to call her and catch up. She confirmed your story. Well, the part about your marriage and two kids was true. So, I'm living up to my promise." "While talking to her, she mentioned an incident with your golf foursome and their wives. Now, I think that spreading rumors that the guys wives were sluts and their husbands shared them with you was mean, even considering the little prank by the pool. After they saw your video admitting to what you had done to Tina, we thought you should share their wives for real. So I've arranged a little get together.""Sissy, activate the cameras. Everyone's going to want a memento of this occasion. Sissy can add it to Andrew's blackmail conspiracy confession recording from last time. If any of Andrew's friends or coworkers see it, they won't be surprised since he's been bragging about his golf buddies and their wives."Mr. Andrew James Wellington III, Esq. I've set up your party like you asked me. Everyone is anxious to begin," laughed Mistress Alexis. "So, you know what's happening, each of the couples you requested are now nude and all wearing masks. Sissy, help the first man up."A naked man got on the bondage table with Andrew, straddled his face and gently sat his ass down on Andrew's chest. The man's hairy balls settled onto Andrew's ring gagged mouth."OK, Andrew, lick the nice man's tasty balls. He needs to get hard."Andrew pulled his wet tongue away from the musky hairy balls that rested on his lips."That will never do, Andrew. Ladies, one of you grab his ball rope to encourage him." Andrew, felt a sharp tug on his already stretched nuts and felt the parachute compress his sore balls even more. He couldn't stand the pain and immediately started licking balls as well as he could."Ah, that's better. His nice cock, much bigger than your pencil dick, is hardening nicely. OK, please climb on too ma'am. The woman faced Andrew, her knees straddling his head, her husband moved, and her drippy pussy was right over Andrew's forced open mouth. Her husband slid his now rock hard cock into her pussy and began pounding away.Pussy juice and pre-cum began dripping and spraying Andrew's face. The husband finally grabbed his wife's hips, slammed his dick in as deeply as possible and came. His thick white cum began to leak around his tightly clenched softening cock and began dripping onto Andrew's face, some directly into his mouth. The man pulled out. The wife carefully settled her cum filled cunt directly onto Andrew's mouth. "Suck their tasty cum from her pretty pussy, dickless," ordered Mistress Alexis. "You're sharing his wife like you boasted! Lick the nice lady's asshole too. Make sure you clean up thoroughly. Get that tongue up that juicy pussy and tasty asshole you bastard."When the couple had enough fun, both dismounted and another couple climbed on for their turn.The first wife strapped on Mistress Alexis' "Slim" Feeldoe. Mistress Alexis helped the woman, who was unfamiliar with the adult toy. She turned on the vibrator and the woman squirmed while she waited until the other couple were fucking. She suddenly slid the silicon cock all the way into Andrew's greased asshole. Andrew tried to buck and stop the surprising invasion but was too tightly bound to stop anything.The woman, new to strap-on fucking, got into it swiftly, already aroused from Andrew's pussy eating and the scene before her, she orgasmed over and over, having her first multiple. Finally, exhausted, she fell backwards into her husband's waiting arms.The two of them walked over to the bar where Sissy provided expertly prepared drinks and snacks to revive them.This scene was repeated over and over for all three couples. On the first round all of Mistress Alexis' collection of Feeldoes had been used, a larger one each time. The next round they changed from the stout version of one and three quarters diameter to larger and larger conventional dildos until at the end of the second round, the strap-ons were truly enormous. Twice Andrew couldn't take it and came all over his belly and chest. Finally all of them were sated and resting comfortably at the bar.Andrew lie there, his face, lips and tongue sore and covered in a soup of male and female cum. His balls were stretched at least three inches. The rope had been re-tied as needed to put pressure on his tightly squeezed nuts to ensure cooperation. His body was covered in sweat, his own cum and the cum he had failed to swallow or had missed his cum frosted mouth. "Sissy, turn off the cameras and sound recording. I think that will be enough of the party video." Ordered Mistress Alexis.Thinking his ordeal was over he was startled when he heard more people coming down the stairs. As the slime covered Andrew came into view of the others, Mistress Alexis removed his blindfold and with his cum slippery hair in one black latex covered hand and the other under a shoulder she lifted his upper body so he could see the new guests. Blinking madly to clear his vision he finally recognized the new guests. It couldn't be! Oh no! It was his x-wife, Cut Throat Bitch and a big scary tattooed man carrying a large case."Hi there Andy," Marlene said with a smirk. "I see you're having a wonderful time. Thank you, Mistress Alexis, for inviting us to the party.""Your x-wife has decided to renegotiate your divorce property settlement, alimony and child support agreement. She asked me to handle it for her but since you made her and your children destitute, I've decided to handle the matter pro bono." "We've come into possession of a video tape that contains your confession to conspiracy to blackmail your x-wife, a letter from you to her that corroborates the tape plus sworn statements from Tony here who witnessed it.""Together, that should get you disbarred, imprisoned and disowned by your society sensitive mom. In addition, should it be necessary to prosecute your co-conspirator, I'm sure he'll be unhappy and might be a bit rough with you in the prison yard.""In addition, if you try to use the pictures you have of my client, I'm sure a copy of this afternoon's party will refute any claim your wife is unfit. Imagine how this lively party will look in open court? Think of how disappointed your mom will be.""Our offer is this. You sign this letter announcing your shame in how badly you've treated your family and the firm's employees. The letter will announce your resignation from the firm and a decision to do right by your family. A copy will go to your mom.""You'll sign this durable power of attorney and I'll use it to buy the vacant duplex in this building in your wife's name. You'll pay her half of your net worth at the time of your divorce amounting to five million dollars. You'll pay her $10,000 per month in alimony and child support until both children finish graduate school or reach twenty-five. You should have no problem with that, provided your mom doesn't have the firm cancel your trust fund. You'll announce to your mother you are ashamed by your behavior and you'll be away traveling indefinitely to find yourself. During that time you'll move in here and assist Sissy maid as Mistress Alexis sees fit.""Those are your choices. A divorce settlement that you should have paid anyway and service you enjoy or public disgrace, prison, disownment and maybe worse.""Sissy, remove his gag." Ordered Mistress Alexis.Choking back tears, Andrew James Wellington III, Esq. surrendered. "I accept your proposal.""Release his right arm. Sign here, here and here.""Sissy, secure his arm. Put the gag back in. I have some modifications I want to do to my new slave."Tony opened his case and began. First he tattooed bright yellow flower petals around Andy's reddish brown nipples making them look like daisies. The words "CUM DUMP" in large block letters with an arrow pointing at his neck was tattooed above the daisies. His nipples were pierced with 6 gauge stainless rings. An Ampallang with an 8 gauge bar holding a stirrup ring was pierced sideways through his narrow dick head. A ring attached to two thin rubber tubes was strung on the stirrup ring with two, one and one half inch hollow stainless balls hung from the long tubes. A stainless steel ball stretcher was clamped around the neck of his ball sack, secured with Allen bolts, stretching them three inches. They were now snug under the narrow heavy ring, a guarantee they would stretch even more.He was flipped over and the words "INSERT COCK HERE" in large black letters was tattooed above his waist with a wide black arrow pointing at the crack of his ass."By the way, Daisy," said Marlene as she left. "Since you won't be driving any more, the Lincoln will be transferred to your driver and body guard, Bradley to help start his limo service. The Pontiac will go to your long-suffering secretary, Susan. The Porsche will go to your x-wife. I'm sure Bradley and Susan will wish you well in your search for inner meaning."Finally, Tina leaned over Andy's open mouth, spit in it, grabbed his balls with one hand by the ball stretcher and slapped his trapped balls with the other hand until Andrew began crying. She dropped his balls, hugged everyone tearfully and walked up the stairs smiling and satisfied. She couldn't wait to move in with Tony and kids. This would be so much fun!The rest cleaned up in the powder room, had a drink and drifted out until only Mistress Alexis, Sissy and his new assistant remained.Sissy lubed the steel balls hanging from Andy's dick and shoved them far up his ass one at a time until the piercing bar tugged his dick head. "Come with me Daisy, we have work to do. You have a lot of cleaning to do from your party and preparations for tomorrow before we turn in."Mistress Alexis smiled at her two girls and turned in for the night. Business would be picking up soon with the uniquely decorated addition to her harem, Daisy, and with a new Domme to train. The additional security provided by Tony and his connections should prove a major asset. The addition of the other unit to the mix would double their space and also improve their privacy as well. Things couldn't have turned out better. As she climbed the narrow stairs, she grinned as she recalled one steamy night back in college with Tina. 'Hot damn! That talented tongue was back!ENDI hope you enjoyed this fantasy. If you got this far, you probably enjoyed the story. Support the sites and authors that entertain you. Send a note to the authors if you like their story. [email protected]~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 69 |
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