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It was the middle of December I had been dating this girl off and on, mostly because I couldn’t stay faithful. It was a Monday night and once again I lied to her and told her I was hanging out with my friend Ryan. I was really going over to my completely gorgeous friend Lisa’s house, to hang out with her a guy she was talking to and her friend Gabby. Lisa is about 5’7 deep tan, died jet black hair cut short, eyes like Denise Richards, and a perfect body with gorgeous 34 C cup breasts with the left nipple pierced (I was lucky enough to have seen it and it was all I could do not to put that perfect hard nipple in my mouth). Long thick legs but nothing fat, and a smooth stomach she is a knock out. I and Lisa have been friends since High School we went to different schools but we rode the bus together, and we hung out with the same people and had many wild and crazy times, but that’s another story. I was kinda trying to get with Gabby who is 17 kinda chubby but she could pull it off she also had jet black hair cut short, and also had her lip pierced. She had nice tits but sadly the most I had seen of them is just her bra that she teased me with about a week earlier. I drove my truck over to Lisa’s house and noticed a Chrysler 300 in the culvasac by her house just sitting there, her dad was leaving to go to work. He had clients that he had to meet at all different times. Being a friend of the family I walked up the drive way and let myself in. No one was in the living room but in no time at all I was awarded with seeing Lisa at the top of the stairs in just her underwear she told me to give her a sec and she would be ready. I teased her and told her to get her clothes on. As she drove back to her room the front door opened and in stepped this woman in her mid twenties. I had never seen her before and looking at her it was disappointing we have not met earlier. The woman asked who I was I told her I’m CJ Lisa’s friend. Lisa poked her head out of her room and said “Oh yeah! You never met my older sister Taylor.” (I had heard of an older sister but they never talked to her she lived a good 3 hours away and rumored to have a drug problem) I said Hi. She said hi back and then went down stairs to where there mom was. Taylor hollered to her mom saying that there was a strange guy trying to steal their T.V. in the living room. I laughed “I’m not a strange guy I’m family girl. Ain’t I mom” finishing the sentence as I landed on the last step and seen their mom. Who was running on the treadmill. Taylor got some things and went upstairs I stayed down there a minute talking with the mom (I always make the mom like me) then headed upstairs to Lisa's room. I knocked then entered all the girls were getting ready doing hair make up, and sadly dressed. Lisa was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room doing her hair and we made small chat. Taylor was in the conjoining bathroom with the door open and chatted with us. Lisa got my attention and mouthed “she thinks your hott” I smiled, and thought of the possibilities. I was also pleased to find out that Taylor was gonna come hang out with us. Taylor had shoulder length dark brown hair with highlights with cat like eyes a big smile, and from what I can tell slightly bigger boobs than her sister. She also had a nice firm looking ass and was about the same height as Lisa. I myself was rather pleased with how I looked that night I had blue jeans on, a nice AE shirt, my fav AE hoodie and a toboggan with a bill that my surfer style hair peeked out of at my forehead and gave me wings out the back, and since I’m 6’6 I often get mistaken for being older and the older woman seem to like it to (I’m a tree with a baby face) and I have an athletic build I’m not skinny I’m built like an ideal tightend. After the girls got ready we left and picked up Gabby from work and then got alcohol and then the guy Lisa was talking to. We drove to a caf?that lets you smoke hookahs. On the way their Taylor announced she had some xanex and passed some out to Lisa, Gabby, and Lisa’s date me being the driver (since my SUV could fit everyone in comfortably) didn’t take any. I stuck to my bud select (I know not that smart). On the way to the caf?sex was a popular topic, and the fact I had seen Lisa’s boobs. Gabby said: you’ve seen mine too!” I corrected her “no you just teased me and only showed me your bra.” With that said she then turned towards me and lifted her shirt and bra and showed me her tits. Her skin was milky white and in the dark light I could tell her nipples looked a sweet tasting pink. I almost reached out and touched them but fearing for our safety I kept both hands on the wheel and as soon as they were shown, they were gone. The caf?was pretty uneventful except for the glances me and Taylor where exchanging and the fact that Gabby was trying to separate us. After the Caf?we decided to go to Gabby’s and get in her hott tub, my brain was just thinking of the possibilities. The girls put on Gabby’s spare bikinis and Lisa’s date who was Gabby’s brother in law just so happened to have shorts there so I was the only one getting in with just my underwear on. When we went to get in the hott tub lived up to its name it was so hot we couldn’t get in so we left the cover off to let it cool down in the mean time we hung out in Gabby’s room. Lisa kept passing out from the pills, and her date was M.I.A Gabby decided to show off her toys she had a vibrating cock ring that Taylor seemed to like, and then she showed us anal ease. This made me see her in an all new light. The tubb was finally bearable and we all got in I was surprisingly between Gabby and Taylor but closer to Taylor which spawned a funny look from Gabby. Gabby was showing her immaturity all night long complaining about stuff and just acting to drunk for only drinking a 40 oz of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and having Taylor next to her she made the decision easy I changed my attention to Taylor. We left Gabby at her house and decided to go back to Lisa’s house. It was 4 in the morning and Lisa’s date and I decided to stay the night they slept in her room. I was left with either the guest room or Taylor’s bed downstairs in the basement I chose; well we all know what I chose. Laying in bed with Taylor I got bold and cuddled her she had no objections, then I asked for a good night kiss (lame I know but hey I’m 19 I don’t have that many lines). My heart skipped a beat when she rolled over and put her lips to mine. I felt a jolt through my body and was completely content. She then rolled over and said goodnight. I now had a new woman I was interested in and I couldn’t wait to see her again. I bothered Lisa all day through texts about her sis, and we decided to have us all hang out again except Gabby. I picked them up and the girls looked great they even went through their x mas gifts and got there new jeans out that there mom had got them. We went to a liquor store and got some tequila and some Jim beam. Then went and got salt and lemon juice to take shots. Now we just needed a place to go… I knew of this place behind a carwash off a busy street outta sight, a place where I had taken some previous girls to do other things except drink. We decided it was a good idea and the alcohol started flowing. Through our festivities Lisa told us she never had done a body shot. We went to the 24hr grocery store and got lemons me and Taylor walked in. As we walked I looked at just how hott she was and since I had been wanting to kiss her again since the moment I saw her that night I pulled her to me and said “I have been waiting to do this all night” and with that I kissed her. We walked arm and arm into the store and got the lemons. Once we got back to our hide out Taylor demonstrated how to give a body shot on me. Now that Lisa knew how the bottle and lemons and salt where being passed around. Lisa with her date me and Taylor. I loved the feel of Taylor’s tongue on my neck with every shot she had me wanting her so bad. Now after all the sucking on eachothers neck the taking of lemons from the both just turned to making out, and soon moans of pleasure was coming from the back seat. Lisa and her date where having a lot of fun by the sounds we where hearing soon while me and Taylor where making out, Lisa’s feet where hitting me in the back in my head. They soon moved to the very back so now we had privacy. While we where kissing I moved my hand between her thighs, the warmth emanating from between only fueled my animal lust, soon I Had her pants unbutton and slipped my hands past her waist band I could feel her trimmed pubic hair and then finally the velvet feeling of her lips. As I slipped my hand further down I could feel the wetness and I slid two fingers in and started finger fucking her pussy. I was awarded with her moans of pleasure. While I was pleasuring her I myself was straining to burst through my jeans. Her hand started massaging my cock through my jeans and in between moans she whispered “Feels big.” This just made me smile and kiss her harder and makin my fingers work harder. I was alternating between fingering her and rubbing her clit and this was getting the reaction I was wanting moans of ooooooohhhhhhhssss and aaahhhhhssss and the look of her sex hungry eyes told me I was doing what she wanted. I finally freed myself from my jeans and placed her hand on my cock she stroked me, and then she leaned over and started sucking my cock. Now it was my turn to moan. I was especially impressed when I felt the back of her throat and then see all 7 inches disappear down her throat. She was the first girl to ever go all the way down (while 7 inches is decent what I’m most happy with is that I’m thick prolly 3 inches around). The feeling of her tongue flipping at my head and then taking it all the way down again was making me go crazy. And from the rocking of the truck and the moans Lisa was having a good time to. After getting thoroughly aroused by the best blow job I needed to fuck her. I went to pull her on top of me but then she told me to wait till we got home. SO I decided to finger her and make her want it as bad as I did. In a half moan she said “I hope you’ll return the favor with that I pushed her back leaned over and dove into her pussy. I tasted the sweet tanginess of her juices and loving every second of it. The ooooohhhhhhssssss and ahhhhhhhs were now OOOOOOHHHHHH and AHHHHH and FUCK YEAH which only got me hornier. After licking her pussy awhile I sat up and kissed her hard nothing gets me hotter than a girl tasting herself from my lips. She then decided she want to fuck I got out the condom and went to put it on when at that moment Lisa needed to puke, I got out and had to open the back hatch so she could puke cuz I didn’t want her to puke in my truck, with that we left and took her date home. Then we got to her house. Lisa was still naked so I got Taylor out and put her against the truck and then when to get LISA dressed. As I turned my back Taylor fell to the ground drunk. When I turned to get her up Lisa bolted to the house telling me to get Taylor in the house that she’s fine. So I carry Taylor into the house and down to her room. I lay her on the bed and start kissing her again. She then starts begging me to fuck her. We kiss some more and she shows off her deepthroating some more and gets my dick hard. As soon as it’s hard I stick it in her soaking wet pussy. Now blowjob can beat the feel of a tight pussy, it surprised me she was tight since she was 26 (later I find out that she had only been with 5 guys before me). I start humping for all I’m worth feeling the warmth of her pussy and her juices leaking down to my balls. After about 10 min her moans become louder and quicker, OH YES EM OH YEAH MMMMMMM YEAH, I whisper in her ear “You gonna Cum Baby?!” She whimpers back “Uh huh” then I feel her muscles contract OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH I stick it in as far as I can go I let her calm down a second then go back to humping her as fast as I can. I switch positions and make her put her knees on the floor and bend over while I fuck her doggy style (very low bed) I grip at her firm ass. Then turn her head to me and kiss her hard then bite her neck, OOOOHHHH MMMMM! Is my reward. After awhile the whiskey starts to affect me and I pull out and have her suck me some more while she’s sucking my dick I get on top of her in the 69 position. I lick her hard swollen clit in finger her pussy. Muffled moans escape her mouth. I start to hump her mouth and put my dick as far in her throat I can. Her mouth feels so good that the alcohol effect cannot compete against her abilities, and I’m ready to fuck some more. I get on top of her again and fuck her hard, watching her perfect 36 C breast sway with every thrust. She starts to moan like she did earlier OOOOOOHHHHH and I feel the contracting, I pull her hair and pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately. She says “I love you.” (Booze talking) I tell her I love her to then she say “no you don’t its ok though.” After fucking her some more her moans of pleasure start to get to me and I feel the great tingling sensation, I tell her “I’m GONNA CUM!” Just then I shoot my hot load into her. We lay there a second, I get up and pee and carry her to pee. Then carry her back to the bed put her panties on and I put her shirt on her. I go and check on Lisa she is sound asleep, then I crawl back into bed with Taylor snuggle up and go to sleep… Can’t wait to do it when I’m sober.

It was quite a surprise when Amanda called me; much more surprising to find that she was drunk and stranded. She needed a ride home. Now maybe I’m a pushover and I need to be more assertive, but it’s just not in me to leave an old friend deserted in any downtown area in the middle of the night—even if downtown is a half-hour away, it’s the middle of the night, I have work in a few hours and the person I’m picking up is a manipulative, over-bearing prude of an ex-girlfriend. “Stay there, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I explain the situation to my girlfriend as I get out of bed and start to get dressed. She isn’t happy about it, but she knows that there is no lingering interest in my mind for Amanda. I get in the car and get on the highway. She’s much drunker than I thought, and much thinner than I remember, though her breasts haven’t suffered, she certainly isn’t bothering to hide them anymore. The dress she is wearing is low-cut and supportive; they’re practically bursting out of her blouse. My cock twitches in spite of myself. She stumbles towards the car from the curb and struggles momentarily before hauling herself into the backseat of my girlfriend’s Taurus. Shutting the door she falls over sideways on the seat, her dress hiking high up her thigh and her breasts barely contained by her bra. “Thank you…..soooo much,” she manages to slur. “No problem,” I say shortly, “Buckle up.” “Yeshur,” she says, with a half-hearted attempt to give an ironic salute from her position lying in the back seat, legs strewn hither and thither around the passenger door. She sits up and one of her dress shoulder straps fall revealing a black lace bra. She reaches for the seat belt over her shoulder, spreading her legs as she did so. I forced myself to turn and look back through the front windshield and signal to merge back onto Fourth St., but not before I was brought to half-mast by my momentary pondering whether or not she shaves these days. “You know you were the best boyfriend I ever had,” she said as I pull out on the freeway. Don’t care, is what I thought, “Mmm-hmm” is what I said. “I would give anything to have you back.” “The only thing you’re ever going to get from me sweetheart is fucked in the ass,” it was meant as an insult, to shut her up. “Ok,” was what she said. From the back seat I hear her shifting around a few seconds later a pair of panties hit the rearview mirror. “This ass?” she asks, I glance in the mirror and she has unbuckled, pulled her dress up over her ass and bent over the back seat so that I can see her asshole between her spread cheeks and the tuft of brown hair between her legs that was her pussy. And in that instant I could smell how wet and hot she was. I became rock hard. “Sit down!” I said loudly. She ran her hand up and down between her crack, laughing, knowing that it would only infuriate me. “Sit down and buckle up!” I said firmly. “Fine,” she said, sighing. She sat down and buckled up, making a show of being disappointed. But I could still smell her pussy. She had always been a wet one, and soon after she sat down I could smell her wetness as it seeped through her dress, ran down her crack and soaked her asshole. My hand instinctively pressed my crotch. Finally we get to her apartment. She gets out and slams the door, I watch her—admittedly almost hoping for another slip of the skirt—telling myself that it’s because I want to make sure she gets inside. Ironically enough this is a reasonable worry. She stood at the door for some minutes before beginning to bend and look around the door and in the bushes along the path. I turned off the engine, locked the doors and walked up to her. “Do you have your keys?” “YES!” she said vehemently. “Where are they?” “I don’t know!” “Then you don’t have them, do you?” “Fuck you,” she said evenly. I walked back to the car and looked in the back, they weren’t there. No keys on the path, along the path, next to the door, or, as far as I could see, in the bushes. I walked back up to her, she was leaning against the door for support by now. “Do you have a spare set?” “Duh.” “Where is it?” She leaned over, apparently to look under the mat, but stumbled. I grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from falling, but she promptly went limp. Sighing to myself I propped her against the wall and start looking for the spare set. After searching for some time I came up empty handed. Hoping silently to myself that she has reliably found her own apartment I break a hole in a window large enough to get the latch, climb inside and open the door. Five minutes later I drop her on her bed and she wakes up, she needs to vomit again. I lead her to the bathroom and she pukes in the toilet. She rinses her mouth and I lead her back to her bedroom. I decide to stay a few minutes to make sure she doesn’t need to puke again and start unconsciously checking for signs of a boyfriend in her room. Looking back at the bed my cock goes rigid again. Lying on her stomach, her legs spread apart, her pussy was perfectly visible. God she was wet, she’d only been lying like that for a minute or two and already there was a wet patch growing from her crotch. There was a splotch on the ass of her dress and her crack was glistening with the wetness of her pussy. Knowing that she was completely passed out and egged on by her challenge in the backseat of the car I sat at the edge of the bed and carefully lifted her dress to see her crotch more clearly. I could feel a wet spot of my own in my pants when I saw how wet her pussy was. It was drenched; I could see her juices literally dripping off her clitoris and onto the bed sheet. I noticed that hadn’t shaved and it made me want even more to bury my face into her snatch. Hers was the kind of pussy that just the right amount of fuzz makes it look naughty. Abandoning all pretense I took two fingers and slid them slowly into her pussy, glorying in the feel of her warm tightness. She moaned softly in her doze and I could feel her pushing her ass instinctively toward me. Emboldened I added a third finger and rubbed her G-spot slowly. When I felt her shudder with the pleasure I pulled my fingers out and then rammed them home. The resultant orgasm sent her cum spurting around my fingers and up my forearm, wetting the inside of her spread thighs and enlargening the damp patch of bed spread beneath her crotch. I retracted my fingers and leaned over her, worried that she might be waking up. When I was assured that she was still out cold, I went over to the nightstand and unplugged her phone from the wall. Taking the cord I gently but firmly tied her hands together and then to the bedpost. If she was going to cheat on me with a womanizing bastard, then I was going to take what I never got out of our relationship. I walked around the bed and grabbed her ankles pulling her legs diagonally across the bed, and stretching her arms taut against her bonds. I took off my shirt and propped her up on her knees so that her face was in the pillow, ass in the air and legs spread wide. I took a moment to drink in the sight of her tied up like this, her back arched, thighs open, pussy dripping wet and ass spread wide and vulnerable. I reveled for a moment in the ecstasy of what was to come, something denied me for so long. I leaned forward and, starting with her crotch, took my tongue and ran it slowly and firmly from the clit up into her pussy, pausing to savor her hot, wet, taste, and then up over her taint to her asshole. There I stopped gently licking around her brown hole, enjoying the salty, sweaty scent of her ass, and enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks pressing against my face. Pulling my face up I spit on her asshole and watched it drip down to her pussy where it joined her cum and began dripping slowly from her cunt. Completely giving myself over I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, shoving my face between them and thrust my tongue as deep into her ass as it would go. I wanted to devour it, eat her asshole until there was no more. I could hear her moaning again. It seemed she was enjoying this. Fine with me. It’s time to find out what a real slut she was. I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, hoping vaguely that it might wake her up, but mostly for the simple pleasure of hearing the sound of her ass being spanked while my tongue was inside her. I bent down further to taste her pussy again, plunging my tongue between her lips, my nose between her ass-cheeks, the smell of her asshole mixed with my saliva making me hungrier. I buried my face into her crotch, giving myself to the sweaty, salty, heavy taste of her pussy and the smell of saliva on her crack. She was moaning heavier now and I felt her hips bobbing against my face, fucking my tongue with her pussy. Pulling back I watched her ass straining backwards, yearning to orgasm again. Her pussy was now flowing freely with her cum and my spit, her entire crack shining with wetness. I spit again on her ass and watched it slide faster now over her asshole, onto her pussy, and then onto the sheet. I put my hand under her crotch and caught some of her warm cum on my hand, wetting it. I then stood and smacked her ass. Hard. I heard her moan a little. I spanked her again. She gasped. I wanted deeply to take my pants off and shove my cock inside her, but I decided that was to wait until she woke up, and in the meantime I would enjoy her body as she enjoyed her lover’s. I left her there on the bed and went to the kitchen, cock rock hard. Searching aimlessly through the kitchen I found an empty beer bottle. I returned to the room and searched her drawers for some lube. What I found was fairly astonishing: in the bed stand were three dildos, a strap on, what looked like a half-gallon of oil and an anal plug with a horse tail. I looked from her to the dildos and back again. She was REALLY holding back with me. I grabbed the oil and shut the drawer. First I lubed her ass inside and out--damn her asshole was tight--my cock pulsed at the thought of brutally fucking her lovely pink hole. I then thoroughly covered the beer bottle, neck to base, in oil. I spent several seconds just rubbing her brown spot with the bottle’s mouth and then began to push it farther and farther in. Soon the entire neck was in her ass. She was now breathing heavily, I began to fuck her harder with the bottle . I spanked her and she gasped. I shoved the bottle up her shit-hole hard, as far as it would go and her cunt spasmed, sending come spraying over my lap. Her head lifted off the pillow and she groaned in pleasure. She was definitely awake now Turning around she looked at me then at the bottle buried in her ass. I smiled. She was still drunk so it took her a moment to process who I was, what I was doing and that she was half naked, with a beer bottle shoved up her ass. But given all that she still seemed a little hesitant, I suspected that she’d been up to much dirtier shenanigans since I dumped her. Finally she seemed to snap out of it. She tried to close her legs and sit up, managing to say, very slowly, almost as if she were bored, “What d’you think yer doing, maaan?” God she was drunk. I grabbed her by the knees to prevent her from closing her legs. She pulled in vain against the telephone cord that tethered her bound wrists to the bedpost. “What the fuck, Robby!” she said, more earnestly now. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Amanda?” I said. “What…you think…” I grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back wards and at the same time reached up her dress and squeezed her left breast hard beneath her bra to emphasize my point. “I’m going to have my way with you, Amanda,” I said looking straight into her now watering eyes, “And from what I’ve seen in your drawer I think you’re going to like it in spite of yourself.” She shook her head at this, “No, Robby…don’t.” “You see,” I said, releasing her hair and tit, and moving behind her more, “I have this feeling that you weren’t entirely truthful during our relationship.” I stood up to look around for the oil and noticed the bottle had come out of her ass. She must have pushed it out. The oil was on the floor next to the bed, I leaned down to pick it up and caught sight of something under the bed. Reaching under the bed I pulled out a long string of large anal beads. “You have been a naughty girl haven’t you?” “What?” she said tiredly, pulling again at her bonds. I waved the beads in front of her face. “Naughty, I said.” “Those….aren’t mine.” “Mm-hmm,” I said and returned to her ass, oil in hand. “You lied to me, holding back your naughtiness while we were having sex, didn't you?” She shook her head violently. “I don’t believe you,” I said and squirted some oil on her asshole, spreading it with my fingers. “No! Don’t!” she said loudly trying to pull away again, I held her firmly. “I will have the truth one way or another, Mandy darling.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she said angrily. I pushed two fingers into her ass, “The fact that you’re a dirty little whore,” I noticed that she was trying to hide the shuddering pleasure she received from my fingers being shoved up her behind. “Maybe I should prove it to you.” I took up the rope of anal beads and covered them thoroughly in oil. She saw what I was doing and tried to turn on her side, I calmly forced her to roll back over onto her stomach and used her bathrobes’ belts to hold her legs apart, tying her left foot to the head board and her right knee to the frame. “ROB DON’T!” she exclaimed. “Well,” I said, “we can’t have any of that," and taking my shirt from the floor, I tied it around her head, gagging her. “No use trying to deny it, Amanda. I know the kind of things you’re into. You should have seen the way you came with that bottle in your ass while you slept. I’ve never seen you so wet. It’s time you fessed up.” I took the first bead and slid it easily into Amanda’s asshole, watching her flesh swallow it up. I lied down on my side over her back, face to face with her spread open crack. I pushed another bead inside her I heard her cry out into my t-shirt. Each bead was really a golfball and each was larger than the next, the last was the size of a billiard. I inserted a third and a fourth in, her pleas growing evermore desperate, her pussy growing wet again. “You see,” I said, rubbing her pussy, making her body tremble, “like it or not, your body wants to be abused. You’re body is a filthy slut.” I stood and lifted her ass off the bed so that she was bent over, her arms stretched out again. I took the fourth ball in my hand and pressed against her rosy little hole. I could feel her resisting, I pressed harder. She shook her head, I slapped her ass and wrapped my arm around her thighs and shoved the ball up her ass. She screamed into the gag. She was panting pulling at the telephone cord again, her ass shook back and forth in frustration, and I knew that the needs of her body were taking over the desires of her mind. I reached forward and untied her gag. She did not cry out. “What are you Amanda?” She looked back at me, tears of pain in her eyes not saying anything. I pressed my rigid cock against the final bead hanging from her ass. “Oh god,” she said breathlessly, “I’m a filthy little whore.” “And what do you want?” “I want you to use me.” “Use you?” “I want you to fuck my ass and my mouth. I want you to eat my cunt and my asshole. I want you to cum all over my tits and mouth, I want you to use me to pleasure yourself. I want to be your fuck slave, your little wh—“ While she was talking I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard cock, and as she spoke I forced the last ball into her ass and shoved my cock in her pussy. Her words were cut short as her orgasm exploded through her body, I could feel her juices splash against my crotch and all over her backside. They were running down her thighs and I could feel them flowing over my balls and into my own crack. Her body was trembling. I slowly pulled my cock out of her snatch until only the head was still inside her, I grabbed the back of her dress and forcefully pulled her body against mine as I rammed t inside her again. I started to fuck her like that, over and over again, pulling slowly out and then thrusting back in. “Oh god yes, fuck me Rob, FUCK ME!” “That’s right slut. Take that big cock in your pussy. You like being fucked when your with toys up your ass?” “YES! FUCK ME! PLEASE GOD FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!” “What are you Amanda?” “I’M A FILTHY SLUT!” "Whose?" "YOURS! GOD FUCK YOUR FILTHY WHORE!" Every time I slammed into her pussy she would cum. Over and over again her cum squirt from her crotch and all over my balls and her ass. She was soaking the bed, the hot smell was driving me wild. I fucked her faster and faster, making her cum more and more until I could feel myself getting close. When I could hold on no more, I threw her over on her side, and pinned her down against the ropes holding her to the bed. “Open your mouth,” I commanded. She obeyed and I slid my cock down her throat, fucking her face. I could hear my wet balls slapping against her chin as she sucked her own cum off my thick shaft. Pulling my cock out of her mouth I said, “Beg me for my cum.” “Oh god PLEASE! Give me your cum! Please I need your cum! I want to taste it!” And with that I exploded all over that pretty little face of hers. She licked her lips greedily and I allowed her to suck the rest out of my cock before releasing her hands so that she could wipe the cum off her cheeks and neck and lick it from her fingers. “You are to completely clean up after yourself,” I said, standing, when she had finished, and indicating my crotch. She obeyed, using her tongue she cleaned my thighs, my shaft, my balls and my ass of all her cum. “Now—“ I was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone jingle. Looking at her curiously and seeing her surprise and guilt as if she were hiding something, I walked over to where her purse was hanging and pulled out her phone. The text message read, “Mistress, I would just like to please confirm our appointment for tonight.” I looked at Amanda sitting on the floor, hair disheveled, wrists red from her bonds, eyes thoroughly shamed by her base desires, and smiled. I sent, “Of course, what time will you be here?” Part two in progress

It was a lazy afternoon in June,2012.As I stood in the balcony of our flat on the fourth floor and sipped lemonade,I allowed myself to relax.My 12th board exams had finally concluded yesterday and the stress levels were only just reducing.My last paper had been Chemistry-2 and I knew I hadn't done a great job.I'd left the numericals that were worth 10 marks till the very end,thinking there would be plenty of time.As usual,my over-confidence got the better of me.I took too much time to answer the other descriptive questions and ended up having to hand over my answer sheet without solving any of the numericals.The earlier papers were fairly decent.. Allow me to tell you something about myself.My name is Rohan and I'm a 17 year old Indian guy,from the cultural city of Pune in Mahrashtra,India.Phsically,I'm not very imposing,I'm just 5' 7'' in height and weigh 68 kg,or nearly 150 pounds.I've got a fair skin tone and I'm reasonably good looking.I don't have six pack abs or bulging biceps,though.I did exercise earlier,but only because I didn't want to have overly thin arms,but I stopped some months ago. My immediate family consists of just my mother and my grandfather,who I live with.I'm an only child.Mom got a divorce from my father nearly twelve years ago.She had a job but quit it a long time ago and now prefers to take tutions at home from 10 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon.It does get quite hectic at times,with so many kids in the same place but we put up with it.The money she earns is decent and coupled with my grandfather's pension,we get by comfortably. I was alone at home today after a long time.Loved it.Some distant relative from my mother's family passed away last night and my grandfather insisted on accompanying Mom to the funeral,which was likely to take all day.Mom asked me to come with her,but I refused saying that my exams were just over and besides I wasn't interested in seeing a dead body.Best Decision of My Life.Mom was worried about what I would have for lunch and I assured her that Maggi would be enough. It was only 1.30 p.m. in the afternoon and I had enough of the sun.My clothing consisted of just a pair of shorts,my upper torso was bare thanks to the heat.I stepped back into the living room.Mom and my grandfather had left barely an hour ago.I had seen them out,then shoved the noodles into the microwave and then wolfed it down when they were done.The lemonade had been easy to make,all I had to do was add water and sugar to the syrup. Even though I was 17,I had never had a girlfriend,apart fron the occasional crush.Obviously I was still a virgin.There had never been anything serious and I couldn't charm girls the way some of my friends could.Without exception,I had made a fool of myself everytime. Finally after so many days,I was completely alone and my hormones were in overdrive.I had to jack off before too many drops of precum wet my briefs.I walked quickly to the large room that I shared with my grandfather.The room was sparsely furnished.A computer sat on a desk in a corner,next to which was a bookshelf.A single bed occupied the other corner.A large poster of a rejoicing Wayne Rooney hung above the bed.Next to the door was my grandfather's bed. Switching on my computer,I accessed my well hidden porn collection.I opened my favourite video and yanked my shorts till my knees and suddenly stopped.I pulled them back on,paused the video and left the room to get some tissues.The last time I forgot to use them mom had almost spotted the dried cum on the desk.No mistakes this time,I thought.I returned to my room and pulled off my shorts and black briefs,to remove my cock.Ok,I know that at six inches,it's not the biggest in the world but I don't mind it as long as it does the job.I prefer to keep my pubic hair short-it makes my dick look slightly bigger.Already semi-erect,I stroked it till it grew to its full size.I clicked on 'play' and massaged my penis gently.It was a straight sex scene,starting with a cute blonde getting her pussy licked by a guy.I increased the volume to listen to her moans better,the speed of my stroking increasing.Even as he licked,she kneaded her own breasts-they were obviously natural.Finally she could take it no longer and started to ride him.By now my hand was a blur as it shot up and down. Just as I readied the tissues......the doorbell rang.I nearly ejaculated but controlled myself with a supreme effort. Fuck!! Was Mom back so early?Impossible! The doorbell rang a second time.I cursed out loud,then I wore my shorts,my chest was bare.The sudden surprise had made my cock go back to its relaxed state.I pulled on a Man Utd soccer jersey and sprinted to the living room just adjacent to my room.The doorbell rang a third time as I checked myself in the slightly reflective surface of the TV.All seemed to be in order.Taking a deep breath I opened the door. Mrs.Desai stood in front of me with her finger on the doorbell. Here's what I know about Mrs.Desai -The Desai family had shifted to the vacant flat on the second floor about a year ago.My mom is a good teacher and her reputation had spread quickly,so most parents in our locality preferred to send their kids over to Mom rather than put them in an expensive coaching center.Mrs.Desai was no exception.Her daughter,Shruti-9 years old,had been coming to my mom's tutions for seven months now.Mrs.Desai appeared to be in her late thirties,but she was still beautiful,standing at about 5' 6''.Her complexion was not dark,but closely resembled the colour of honey.Her proud features and brown eyes were framed by her long dark hair that reached her lower back.Although her body was totally covered in a salwar kameez and a dupatta,(the salwar kameez is a women's dress comprising a salwar-a feminine pant of sorts and a kameez-a feminine shirt,both elaborately worked,the dupatta is a light weight long strip of cloth that is draped across the breasts,effectively hiding the their curve and going over the shoulders),it could only partially succeed in hiding the fact that she had a lush figure,her bosom looked full and I knew her derriere was perfectly shaped.There was a faint hint of make-up and slight lipstick on her full lips.Apart from the gold mangalsutra,a kind of necklace that every married Indian woman is expected to wear,no other jewellery adorned her body.A whiff of an exotic perfume hit my nostrils. All these facts passed through my mind in the space of a few seconds as I looked at her with my mouth open. "Is your mother home?",she asked me in a pleasant voice,in english. "Sorry?"It was all I could get out. "Is your mother home?".A little impatiently,this time. "Oh yeah....please come in..,"I managed to reply. I held the door open for her to enter,but opened it only partially.Her body brushed against mine as she walked in,and I shivered involuntarily.I wondered if it was intentional,then dismissed it as a accident.She made her way to the sofa and sat down,even as I automatically admired her butt.I walked towards the second bedroom,intending to call my mom.I was past my own room by this time when I remembered me that I was alone at home.The sight of Mrs.Desai had driven that fact clear out of my mind. Thinking quickly,I returned to the living room and told her,"I forgot to tell you,Mom isn't at home." "Ok,I'll come back tommorow." "But she'll be back in 20 minutes,can you wait for her?".I asked,keeping my face sincere. "I suppose twenty minutes aren't too long...". "Would you like a glass of water?" "Yes please." I switched on the TV and surfed the channels till I found the Discovery channel.Most guests liked to watch the channel as opposed to a movie.They were apparently showing a programme about the lifestyle of lions.I left to get her a glass of water.When I returned,I saw her staring at the TV,transfixed.My eyes turned to the TV as well.Earlier they were depicting how the lionesses hunted while the lions just lazed around.Now the camera zoomed in on a lion and lioness,um,mating.The female repeatedly changed her position and the male followed her around. The display of sex,even though it was among animals,was a turn on.My cock started swelling and I immediately turned off the TV.Mrs.Desai looked at me,apparently realising my presence and held her hand out for the glass.Her eyes,though,were focussed on something else.I looked down and it struck me that the bulge in my shorts was more noticeable than it should have been.I'd forgotten to wear my briefs in my haste to open the door. I decided to sit down,to hide the bulge.I switched the TV back on but immediately changed the channel to watch a soccer match,where a Manchester Utd Vs Arsenal match was being re-telecast.I already knew the match would end in a 8-2 hammering of Arsenal but I didn't change the channel again,reducing the volume. Almost 20 minutes had passed during which Utd scored two goals,when she asked,"Could you please make a call on her mobile and ask her when she will be coming?".Switching off the TV,I pulled out my mobile and pretended to make a call,then I said,"Mom isn't picking up her phone". "Actually I had just come to pay the tution fees.I guess I can hand them over to you,as you're her son.Here you go",she said,while handing me a wad of cash.I stood up to receive the money and I stepped closer.The moment her hand left the money,it came down and lightly flicked my erection,which had only reduced slightly.Intentional?My penis was straining against my shorts again and I hurriedly left to count the money and then keep it in Mom's room.Mom's room was next to my room,however,and as I passed it,I realised that the porn video was still playing as I had forgotten to close it.I kept the money on the nearby desk and decided to pause the video and play it later instead of closing it.My cock was begging for release,and I began to fondle myself,with my other hand on the mouse.I couldn't help it,the blonde and Mrs.Desai's sudden arrival were just too much for me to take.My foreskin slid back and forth rapidly as the blonde screamed in pleasure. "Why are you taking so lon......OH MY GOD!!" Out of the corner of my eye I sensed,rather than saw that Mrs.Desai had swung open the door to my room,and the last three words were in a shocked voice.I pretended that I didn't hear anything.Having her watch me as I masturbated only increased my excitement and I ejaculated,my cum splattering on the computer's monitor and the wall behind it. "Oh shit!!I'm so sorry aunty,I didn't hear you open the door!",I murmured,as my ears and cheeks turned red in embarrassment. "It's...It's all right,beta(son).I know how you young boys are...".I noticed her licking her lips as she stared at my cock,it was starting to pop up again under her gaze.I quickly pulled up my shorts back up as 'aunty' closed the door. This time I closed the video properly,wiped the cum away and kept the money in Mom's almirah and returned to the living room,where she was seated.Mrs.Desai was visibly uncomfortable now,as if she wanted only to run home and start fingering herself. "Um,I've finished counting it.It's in order". "Good....I'll...I'll leave now...",she said rather nervously,getting up. The moment she turned,I crept up behind her,held her thin waist tightly and clumsily kissed her neck. "What are you doing,stop.....",she moaned,"This isn't right!". "Don't worry-I'm not asking you to get married to me.It's just that I want you and I know you need someone right now".The corny lines were straight out of a cheap romantic novel I'd decided to read once and regretted my decision after the first fifty pages.I usually prefer to read murder mysteries,but the novel served me well now. Mrs.Desai tried to break my hold but her body was pressed too close to mine and this only made her shapely ass rub against my penis.It was rigid with excitement and no doubt she had felt it poking into her ass cheeks. "Someone will come.....",she gasped out. "Don't worry,we're all alone for more than seven hours.I lied to you when I said Mom is coming",I whispered,running my tongue around the inside of her right ear. "Ohhh....don't stop..." I spun her around and pulled her close to me as I locked her lips with mine.I held her with my left hand and my free hand groped her buttocks.Mrs.Desai's hands hung limply by her side.Suddenly I paused,threw her dupatta aside,simultaneously taking off my jersey and then resumed kissing her.Her stunning breasts were now touching my chest as she gripped my back hard and kissed me back with increasing passion,all resistance gone.Her nipples had gone hard and were poking me through the fabric of her clothing.I was surprised when her tongue slipped into my mouth and began to explore my mouth,I hesitated as her tongue found mine then began teasing it.It didn't take long for me respond likewise,my heart hammering away in my chest. I pushed her against a wall then pushed the kameez or shirt up,and squeezed her boobs hard.They were so soft I nearly tore her white bra in my passion.I controlled myself,kissed the top of her breasts and continued downwards.She helped me in lowering her salwar down to her ankles.There was a dark spot on her soft white panties as I pulled them down her smooth thighs.The musky aroma was incredible,wonder why the perfume companies don't make a fragrance out of it.The long stretch of sweet pubic hair heightened my arousal even more.Her pussy lips were perfectly formed,like the petals of a flower,a sticky fluid leaking out of her pink lips.I began to lick it and her juices began to trickle out faster.I couldn't stop licking her once I began,all this time,my hands were squeezing both her boobs as she went Ooh! and Aah!Clearly Mrs.Desai believed in vocal appreciation.Mrs.Desai's hands reached down,her right hand ran through my hair while the other kept my head pressed between her thighs.I bit and pulled at her wet pussy hair now and then,greatly adding to her pleasure and she moaned even louder when I did that. Exams had taken my attention off my personal appearance,as a result I had a light stubble.The small hair on my cheeks and upper lip tickled her inner thighs and pussy mercilessly.Mrs.Desai started to pant,laboured and demanding,and I realised she was nearing an orgasm.My tongue darted in and out of her slit faster and faster while I lapped up the sticky,sweet fluids.My hand came down and I moved my thumb around her clit in circles-porn videos were useful,after all.Her hips began to buck uncontrollably and she pulled at my hair painfully,she gave a final shudder and then stopped.I gave a final lick and then stood up.She kissed my lips and chin,tasting herself. The front of my shorts were wet,even though I had managed to stop myself from cumming.Mrs.Desai pulled my shorts off and tentatively touched my penis with her tongue.However,I stopped her.I led her to my room and then to my bed.Her salwar was around her ankles and I helped her take it off,along with her kameez.She was now clad only in her white bra and panty.I took off the jersey I was wearing and was totally naked before her.I could tell that she liked what she saw.I decided to close the windows and curtains,for good measure.Without wasting too much time,I plonked myself on the bed and propped my head up with a pillow. Mrs. slowly made her way up my legs towards my penis,which waved in the air in anticipation.She gave tiny bites to my groin,deliberately avoiding my cock.I couldn't take it much longer and I implored her,"Mrs.Desai,I'm gonna cum!" She simply said,"Not that.Call me Neha." Neha wrapped her hand around my pulsing penis and her mouth closed on the head.Gripping my shaft firmly,she drenched in her saliva as her head began to bob up and down slowly.Her hand cupped my balls,her tongue caressing the sensitive underside of the head of the penis.I didn't last longer than 5-6 minutes though.My balls tightened,my erection hardened even more,if that was possible and I exploded in her mouth.She made no attempt to move away,swallowing it all.Licking my penis clean,her face broke out into a radiant smile as she said,"Ummm....that tasted so goood!". Neha's lips met mine again,wildly embracing me.Her tongue seemed to have a life of its own.I fumbled with the clasp of her bra,which miraculously came off,and helped her to lose the panties too.We were truly naked,her body pressing against mine.I stopped the frantic kissing,turning my attention to her breasts.Although large,they weren't overly so,with no sag in them.The brown nipples were swollen with tension and the areolas were perfect.I bit the nipple on the right breast and lightly twisted the other nipple between my thumb and index finger.Neha's hand moved past my face till it reached her clit and she began to pleasure herself.Her arms pressed against her sides so as to push her breasts out even further.Alternating between my attention between her nipples,I brought her to the edge of another orgasm.Her breathing became more ragged but purposely,I didn't let her experience it. I pushed Neha on to the bed so that she lay on her back.The colour contrast of her dark luscious body against the white bedsheet was highly erotic,with her hair spilling out behind her like a dark cloud. Neha spread her legs to give me easy access to her pussy,assuming I wanted to continue licking it.Enough of foreplay,I thought,she can't get any wetter than she is.My penis was longer and stiffer than I'd ever known it. I gave my throbbing cock a final squeeze and guided it to her moist vulva. "No no no,you're not weari....",she squealed. The rest of her words were lost in a loud moan from her,the first few inches vanishing into her.The moist parting drove me crazy.It was a heady feeling,as I easily slid the entire length of my cock inside,then pulled it out with an audible squelch.Her warm canal was well lubricated with her juices.I drove into her again and the sensation was fantastic,as we held together deep within her.Neha's slippery passage was a snug fit to my cock even though she had given birth once.Her husband was a fool if he wasn't banging her at least a dozen times a week.Philosophically,my warped mind decided,I was merely filling a void.I began to pound away,my speed increasing with my confidence.I held onto her shoulders for support,she grabbed fistfuls of the sheets and wrapped her legs around my lower back.Free to move,her breasts moved in a circular motion,holding me in a trance.Small screams of pleasure rang throughout the room.The intensity of our lovemaking increased,fueled by our desperate need.Neha's eyes were closed in ecstasy. "Harder! Faster! Oh yes,fuck me,it's been so long!",she yelled,driving me on. She came first,violently shaking down to her toes.My own orgasm was very close.I changed the manner of my strokes from long hard ones to quick,savage thrusts.I groaned,shooting ropes of cum into her.I pulled out my limp cock and collapsed beside her.Our bodies were covered in a film of sweat. "That was amazing!",I exclaimed breathlessly. "Mmm...that was lovely,but you weren't wearing a condom." "Take an emergency contraceptive pill or something." "I know." Taking the initiative,she went down on me again.My hardness grew in her mouth again,but not as rapidly as earlier.Smiling wickedly,she queried, "Getting tired,are we?" "Don't count on it." Reaching down,I played with her full breasts,pinching her nipples occasionally.Eventually,my cock swelled to its full size.She changed her posture so that her knees and hands supported her full weight and her ass was up in the air.I realised that she wanted to me to fuck her doggy style.If that's what she wants,I thought,shrugging.I gave her a small bite on her butt and sucked hard at the same time,eliciting a surprised sound from her.Kneeling behind her I placed my hands on her hips,aligning my erection with her entrance.What would I have done without porn videos?I slowly eased myself in,ready to make a strong thrust... "You're doing it wrong!",screamed Neha in panic. My naivete had finally revealed itself.I was entering her asshole.For a second was tempted to continue,but I'd read on the internet of the pain it would cause.There was no lubricant at home(for obvious reasons) and I knew that the little container of Vaseline was also empty.I repositioned myself and sank my hardness into the right opening this time.Neha let out a cry of pleasure and perspiration broke out on her back.I urged myself forward and she pushed back.I pulled myself out almost entirely and thrust in again.The tempo picked up and became frantic,flesh slapping against flesh.I removed my hands from her hips and stretched to cup her swinging breasts.Neha had another shuddering orgasm,but I continued slamming in.Having cum twice,I guessed I would last longer this time.Her lustrous hair bounced around madly like it was keeping up with the rhythm. I kept up the screwing for even longer until I was sure I was going to cum.Neha had yet another orgasm which was punctuated by a loud shout.At the same time,I immediately pulled out and moved my cock close to her face.She quickly enveloped it in her mouth and tickled the spine of my penis with her tongue.My sacs emptied themselves and I fired load after load of hot cum down her throat. We fell next to each other,utterly spent.I sucked on a silken nipple,my lust receding.Neha glanced at the clock mounted on the wall and exclaimed, "It's nearly 4 o'clock!I'm sorry honey,I have to get home,Shruti will get back from school now." "If you don't leave quickly,I won't let you go,"I said with a grin. After exchanging phone numbers, Neha began to get dressed.I too wore my shorts AND briefs this time.I felt a flash of disappointment as her marvellous globes and sensual curves disappeared into the fabric.When she was done,she looked like the respectable Mrs.Desai once more.Giving her a final peck on the lips,I saw her to the door.Before leaving,she whispered, "I'm glad I came." I smiled as she entered the elevator and left.My phone rang as I re-entered the flat.It was Mom. "I'm sorry son,but I can't come back before 9 o'clock.You know how our relatives are.The funeral rites are over but your aunt Neeta isn't letting me leave without visiting her new bungalow.It's quite close from here,you know." Thank you,aunt Neeta."I'll survive,mom." If Mom said 9 o'clock,it meant about 10.30.Let the masturbation resume,I thought. "Bye beta." I shut the door,went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.Returning to my room,I realised that it was heavy with the odour of sex and sweat.Opening the curtains and windows,I switched on the fan at max speed.I gave the room a few minutes to clear,then liberally sprayed the air with a room freshener.I accessed my porn collection,taking my time to choose a video. The doorbell rang. Cursing my luck I walked to the door and looked through the peephole in the door.Mrs.Sharma occupied the only other flat on our floor.Mrs.Sharma was married but her husband was out all day long,leaving for work at 8 and returning late at night.Her figure was decent but her face was quite cute.I guessed her age was in the mid forties,with a fair skin tone.Her height wasn't much,I would say about 5' 2''.Wondering if she had heard the screams of pleasure,I opened the door. "Akash beta,please call your mother,"she said with a smile. "Please come in aunty." Mrs.Sharma immediately sat on the sofa as I closed the door behind her.Her impatience made me realise that she was here to gossip.I went to the inner section of the flat,then returned quickly. "I'm sorry aunty,I forgot to tell you.Mom has gone out but will be coming in 20 minutes....",I admitted,apparently abashed.The hardness in my shorts was growing again.

So this is my very first story on this site. So hey, hullo. If you want more of my stories comment and rate me or something ^^'. Anyways.. Here we go! ~~ Gathering up my skirts I hurried up the steps of his home. It was the first time I would be meeting him in person. We talked on the phone numerous occasions and we message each other throughout the day. I was worried at first when he asked me to meet him. I feared he would not like me. I feared once he saw me, saw my age, he would turn me away. He sent me this dress, it was big and poufy, it took me a while to figure out how to put it on. The top was a laced up corset, with blue ribbon and trimming with a white bodice. The bottom half mimicked the colors of the top and had four layers of tool and a hoop skirt. It was an older styled dress from a designer that I had never once heard of. My blonde waves of hair fell around my bare shoulder my blue eyes shining, barely standing five feet off the ground. He told me on several occasions that he really did love me. But would he really? Would accept me? These thoughts rain through my head as I stared at the grand door in front of me. I knew I had to knock. I couldn't. I was frozen in my place. He said I could turn away at any point, even getting to his door he said he would understand. He was always the patient one. Knocking gently I stood there, visibly shaking from being so nervous. I knew what I was getting myself into. That's what I keep telling myself anyhow. The door opened slowly and for the first time I looked up at the hazel eyes and melted in my little flats. He stood more than two heads taller than I. His brown hair was neatly cut and he wore a suit with a bow-tie that matched the color blue in my dress. He opened his mouth to speak but I could not hear him. I didn't mean to shut him out and he knew that. He reached out and took my hand in his and kneeled before me, kissing the backside of my hand. Inwardly and outwardly I blushed fiercely. He knew little gestures made me melt and he was doing so with me standing there on his doorstep. I wished that I could say hello to him. To the man I knew I loved but I couldn't bring myself too. He led me by the hand into his home and as the door shut behind us I squeaked loudly, breaking my gaze on him for the first time, the shock of being there finally starting to slip away and he grinned widely, speaking once more this time I actually could hear his deep and soft voice, "Sophia, can you hear me now?" Nodding weakly he smiled a sparkle twinkle in his eyes as he continued to speak. "Good, I'm glad that I can finally meet my princess. You look better than I have ever pictured you. Come along, I want to show you around." He took me through all the rooms in his home, he showed me his study, the kitchen that was the size of my parents' small home, the ballroom was the last place he showed me, he purposely left out two other rooms, but I knew I would see them at some point. He pulled me over eagerly to the piano and he sat down. "I waited a long time for when I knew you were ready to come here. I know you are not ready for me to hear your beautiful voice but I eagerly wait for it. And I did promise you that I would play for you one day." He started playing something slow and beautiful. The melody wasn't anything I had ever heard before. It was beautiful and the longer he played the more relaxed in the house that I felt. He ended the song and looked up and smiled gently looking for some sort of approval and I nodded once more the heat rising to my cheeks. "I take it you like it?" I smiled gently, the dimples showing for the first time in front of him and I knew he was feeling the same way I did and he stood up and took my hand once more and led me to the middle of the room and put his strong hand on my waist and hummed softly a tuned I again never heard of and I followed his lead, I knew he was trying his best to make me feel at home and to impress me. I was glad he was doing so and the tingling feeling in my stomach grew with each passing moment I was with him. "Sophia, can I ask you something?" I nodded in response and watched him as he got down on one knee and took out a long box from his coat pocket and held it out to me. “I will never hurt you unless you were to step out of line and I know you would never do that. You have been so loyal already. I want to officially make you mine. You can still leave if you wish." He opened the box revealing a small choker resembling a collar with a small silver bow pendant at the clasp the initial P showed fancifully on the tag. And I opened my mouth and whispered softly. "I have always been yours, Master." He smiled and jumped up from his position hugging me tightly in his strong arms. He took the collar out of its box and walked behind me and moved my hair to side and clasped the collar around my neck gently. He was so close he breathed into my ear. He knew it was one of my spots and instinctively I pressed into his back and mewled softly for the first time. I felt his member press into my lower back. I knew he was trying to savour every moment as was I, seeing that this was the first day of forever with each other but the longer we kept prolonging the inevitable the more frustrated the two of us would become and we would both see a side we both tried to suppress. He intertwined his fingers with mine and he guided me out of the ballroom and started leading me to the place where I would become his forever more. "Master," I called to him weakly knowing I could no longer keep up with his strides to his room. "M-master please slow down." I spoke a bit louder and he stopped and looked back at me and nodded and walked along side me, never once letting go of my hand. "M-master, do you realize how old I am?" I peered up at him curiously almost nervously. "Almost 18, no?" I nodded weakly and drew nearer to him and he knew what I feared without me having to say anything. "I will always protect you from this point forward. I will train you; I will be your mentor, your father, your lover. Whatever you need me to be in that moment. You should know that by now, Princess." I nodded a bit and smiled my nerves subsiding all together and I spoke cheerily to him for the first time, "I really am yours now aren't I?" He chuckled softly stopping at the last door on the second level of his home and opened it revealing his own bedroom, where I would now be sleeping in. He pushed me carefully in the middle of the floor and he turned me around, a mirror standing in front of me and I studied my collar for a moment before I felt his fingertips grazing over my shoulder and touched my neck gently, causing me to suck in my breath and by doing so I received another chuckle from him. He began working the lace out of the corset and as he did so he would stop ever so often and lean down to plant a kiss down my spine. He placed the lace down on the floor and reached around pulling the front off of my body slowly, relishing my hardening nipples as they met the cold air of the room. From there he kissed my slightly bulge of a stomach and made his way up my stomach and stopped to put a hand on my back to steady myself from falling over from his ministrations. He continued, working around my C-cup breasts never once coming in full contact with my nipples, teasing me long enough to illicit a soft whimper from my lips. He circled his tongue around one and then again to the other, bringing his mouth down onto the right. He sucked softly, biting it gingerly. It felt like forever and I felt myself getting wetter the longer he kept it up. He moved to the left doing the same he did to right and moved his free hand to the back of my skirts expertly undoing them all in mere minutes, they pooling about my feet and he lifted me out of them and sets me down on the bed and stood over me for a moment. I blushed going to cover myself, not wearing any panties as per his request. He stared hotly at me; I peered up at him seeing the hunger in his eyes. This was when I had my only doubt in my mind that this was not okay. I was horny but my mind overrode that need. I felt my heart begin to race and I scrambled up pulling my knees up into my chest and he stared at me and he started to worry. He sat down at the edge of the bed and gave me a moment before speaking. "I will not hurt you Princess... I promise. I will not hurt you like the last man you were with." He reached out seeing I was shaking and placed a hand on my knee. "I promise." I believed him and I nodded slowly my shaking started to subside. He pulled off his coat and undid his tie and placed it on the floor besides my dress and crawled over to me and nudged my knees apart with his head and mewled teasing me for my own reactions making me giggle softly. He kissed the inner thighs of my legs and looked up to see my face and grinned before dipping his head down and planting a kiss on my outer labia. "Hello my kitten." He spoke to it causing me to giggle and blush fiercely. He looked back up to me and moved towards my face. He pinned me down underneath him, his groin going into mine, his still covered by his black pants. They seemed like a thin barrier. I felt his member twitch inside them and I blushed up at him. He face was inches away from mine and he leaned in brushing his lips on my forehead and trailed down to my nose and gently caressed my thigh as he did so. His lips touched mine, not fully meeting but he rested them above mine and he breathed lowly, trying to control himself and last a little longer. He was teasing himself and he was teasing me. I put my hand on his shoulder and mewled once bring my lips up to his catching him off guard at the sudden boldness I showed. He eagerly kissed me back and we quickly grew into a tongue match his winning over mine. He explored my mouth as he hands ventured over every inch of my body, making melt even further. He released my mouth letting me catch my breath as he started to unbutton his shirt. I leaned up grabbing his hands pushing them aside and began unbuttoning his shirt for him and pushed his shirt off his arms and looks up at him as I threw the shirt off the bed. I went for his fly and he pushed me down and kissed my neck causing me to tense up and moan softly. "This isn't about me tonight. It's about you. Tonight you are my Princess and you will be treated as such." He stood up at that proclamation and undid his pants pulling his underwear with them. I didn't get to see how big he was. He climbed back onto the bed and he spread apart my small legs apart slowly moving between them. He brought his father down to mine and kissed me softly positioning his cock against my entrance. He pushed himself into me for the first time, spreading my inner walls slowly to fit himself into him. A whimper mixed with a moan came out of me and into his mouth. He slowly made his way to hitting my cervix. He released my mouth and held my knees in place and slowly pulled out almost all the way and pushed himself back in, creating a slow rocking motion. He kept the pace up and traced a line from my knees to my collar and leaned down, my nipples scrapping against his skin causing me to wiggle underneath him causing friction between his upper groin and my clit. He grinned and quickens his pace, pushing even farther into me hitting my cervix each time bringing me to a rolling orgasm the first of many. I bucked and spasmed underneath him nearly losing my own consciousness. He had me writhing underneath him for a good long while and I felt him throbbing inside me. It scared me for a moment and he felt that, seeing as my pussy clenched onto his cock and he pause for a moment and put his hand on my lower stomach, “I’m close Princess.” I nodded weakly understanding what he meant. His eyes glinted something I never had seen before. He picked back up on his previous pace he had set, and in a heated frenzy he nipped my neck and my chest. He plunged his cock into me once more, holding himself inside as ropes of cum shot into my womb, filling me up with his hot fluids. He exhaled deeply kissing my face lightly collapsing beside me, still lodged inside my cummy pussy. He wrapped his arms around me exhaustively and murmured softly into my ear. “This is a start to a beautiful relationship Princess.” And I nodded in agreement. It was and will continue to be as such.

So this is my very first story on this site. So hey, hullo. If you want more of my stories comment and rate me or something ^^'. Anyways.. Here we go! ~~ Gathering up my skirts I hurried up the steps of his home. It was the first time I would be meeting him in person. We talked on the phone numerous occasions and we message each other throughout the day. I was worried at first when he asked me to meet him. I feared he would not like me. I feared once he saw me, saw my age, he would turn me away. He sent me this dress, it was big and poufy, it took me a while to figure out how to put it on. The top was a laced up corset, with blue ribbon and trimming with a white bodice. The bottom half mimicked the colors of the top and had four layers of tool and a hoop skirt. It was an older styled dress from a designer that I had never once heard of. My blonde waves of hair fell around my bare shoulder my blue eyes shining, barely standing five feet off the ground. He told me on several occasions that he really did love me. But would he really? Would accept me? These thoughts rain through my head as I stared at the grand door in front of me. I knew I had to knock. I couldn't. I was frozen in my place. He said I could turn away at any point, even getting to his door he said he would understand. He was always the patient one. Knocking gently I stood there, visibly shaking from being so nervous. I knew what I was getting myself into. That's what I keep telling myself anyhow. The door opened slowly and for the first time I looked up at the hazel eyes and melted in my little flats. He stood more than two heads taller than I. His brown hair was neatly cut and he wore a suit with a bow-tie that matched the color blue in my dress. He opened his mouth to speak but I could not hear him. I didn't mean to shut him out and he knew that. He reached out and took my hand in his and kneeled before me, kissing the backside of my hand. Inwardly and outwardly I blushed fiercely. He knew little gestures made me melt and he was doing so with me standing there on his doorstep. I wished that I could say hello to him. To the man I knew I loved but I couldn't bring myself too. He led me by the hand into his home and as the door shut behind us I squeaked loudly, breaking my gaze on him for the first time, the shock of being there finally starting to slip away and he grinned widely, speaking once more this time I actually could hear his deep and soft voice, "Sophia, can you hear me now?" Nodding weakly he smiled a sparkle twinkle in his eyes as he continued to speak. "Good, I'm glad that I can finally meet my princess. You look better than I have ever pictured you. Come along, I want to show you around." He took me through all the rooms in his home, he showed me his study, the kitchen that was the size of my parents' small home, the ballroom was the last place he showed me, he purposely left out two other rooms, but I knew I would see them at some point. He pulled me over eagerly to the piano and he sat down. "I waited a long time for when I knew you were ready to come here. I know you are not ready for me to hear your beautiful voice but I eagerly wait for it. And I did promise you that I would play for you one day." He started playing something slow and beautiful. The melody wasn't anything I had ever heard before. It was beautiful and the longer he played the more relaxed in the house that I felt. He ended the song and looked up and smiled gently looking for some sort of approval and I nodded once more the heat rising to my cheeks. "I take it you like it?" I smiled gently, the dimples showing for the first time in front of him and I knew he was feeling the same way I did and he stood up and took my hand once more and led me to the middle of the room and put his strong hand on my waist and hummed softly a tuned I again never heard of and I followed his lead, I knew he was trying his best to make me feel at home and to impress me. I was glad he was doing so and the tingling feeling in my stomach grew with each passing moment I was with him. "Sophia, can I ask you something?" I nodded in response and watched him as he got down on one knee and took out a long box from his coat pocket and held it out to me. “I will never hurt you unless you were to step out of line and I know you would never do that. You have been so loyal already. I want to officially make you mine. You can still leave if you wish." He opened the box revealing a small choker resembling a collar with a small silver bow pendant at the clasp the initial P showed fancifully on the tag. And I opened my mouth and whispered softly. "I have always been yours, Master." He smiled and jumped up from his position hugging me tightly in his strong arms. He took the collar out of its box and walked behind me and moved my hair to side and clasped the collar around my neck gently. He was so close he breathed into my ear. He knew it was one of my spots and instinctively I pressed into his back and mewled softly for the first time. I felt his member press into my lower back. I knew he was trying to savour every moment as was I, seeing that this was the first day of forever with each other but the longer we kept prolonging the inevitable the more frustrated the two of us would become and we would both see a side we both tried to suppress. He intertwined his fingers with mine and he guided me out of the ballroom and started leading me to the place where I would become his forever more. "Master," I called to him weakly knowing I could no longer keep up with his strides to his room. "M-master please slow down." I spoke a bit louder and he stopped and looked back at me and nodded and walked along side me, never once letting go of my hand. "M-master, do you realize how old I am?" I peered up at him curiously almost nervously. "Almost 18, no?" I nodded weakly and drew nearer to him and he knew what I feared without me having to say anything. "I will always protect you from this point forward. I will train you; I will be your mentor, your father, your lover. Whatever you need me to be in that moment. You should know that by now, Princess." I nodded a bit and smiled my nerves subsiding all together and I spoke cheerily to him for the first time, "I really am yours now aren't I?" He chuckled softly stopping at the last door on the second level of his home and opened it revealing his own bedroom, where I would now be sleeping in. He pushed me carefully in the middle of the floor and he turned me around, a mirror standing in front of me and I studied my collar for a moment before I felt his fingertips grazing over my shoulder and touched my neck gently, causing me to suck in my breath and by doing so I received another chuckle from him. He began working the lace out of the corset and as he did so he would stop ever so often and lean down to plant a kiss down my spine. He placed the lace down on the floor and reached around pulling the front off of my body slowly, relishing my hardening nipples as they met the cold air of the room. From there he kissed my slightly bulge of a stomach and made his way up my stomach and stopped to put a hand on my back to steady myself from falling over from his ministrations. He continued, working around my C-cup breasts never once coming in full contact with my nipples, teasing me long enough to illicit a soft whimper from my lips. He circled his tongue around one and then again to the other, bringing his mouth down onto the right. He sucked softly, biting it gingerly. It felt like forever and I felt myself getting wetter the longer he kept it up. He moved to the left doing the same he did to right and moved his free hand to the back of my skirts expertly undoing them all in mere minutes, they pooling about my feet and he lifted me out of them and sets me down on the bed and stood over me for a moment. I blushed going to cover myself, not wearing any panties as per his request. He stared hotly at me; I peered up at him seeing the hunger in his eyes. This was when I had my only doubt in my mind that this was not okay. I was horny but my mind overrode that need. I felt my heart begin to race and I scrambled up pulling my knees up into my chest and he stared at me and he started to worry. He sat down at the edge of the bed and gave me a moment before speaking. "I will not hurt you Princess... I promise. I will not hurt you like the last man you were with." He reached out seeing I was shaking and placed a hand on my knee. "I promise." I believed him and I nodded slowly my shaking started to subside. He pulled off his coat and undid his tie and placed it on the floor besides my dress and crawled over to me and nudged my knees apart with his head and mewled teasing me for my own reactions making me giggle softly. He kissed the inner thighs of my legs and looked up to see my face and grinned before dipping his head down and planting a kiss on my outer labia. "Hello my kitten." He spoke to it causing me to giggle and blush fiercely. He looked back up to me and moved towards my face. He pinned me down underneath him, his groin going into mine, his still covered by his black pants. They seemed like a thin barrier. I felt his member twitch inside them and I blushed up at him. He face was inches away from mine and he leaned in brushing his lips on my forehead and trailed down to my nose and gently caressed my thigh as he did so. His lips touched mine, not fully meeting but he rested them above mine and he breathed lowly, trying to control himself and last a little longer. He was teasing himself and he was teasing me. I put my hand on his shoulder and mewled once bring my lips up to his catching him off guard at the sudden boldness I showed. He eagerly kissed me back and we quickly grew into a tongue match his winning over mine. He explored my mouth as he hands ventured over every inch of my body, making melt even further. He released my mouth letting me catch my breath as he started to unbutton his shirt. I leaned up grabbing his hands pushing them aside and began unbuttoning his shirt for him and pushed his shirt off his arms and looks up at him as I threw the shirt off the bed. I went for his fly and he pushed me down and kissed my neck causing me to tense up and moan softly. "This isn't about me tonight. It's about you. Tonight you are my Princess and you will be treated as such." He stood up at that proclamation and undid his pants pulling his underwear with them. I didn't get to see how big he was. He climbed back onto the bed and he spread apart my small legs apart slowly moving between them. He brought his father down to mine and kissed me softly positioning his cock against my entrance. He pushed himself into me for the first time, spreading my inner walls slowly to fit himself into him. A whimper mixed with a moan came out of me and into his mouth. He slowly made his way to hitting my cervix. He released my mouth and held my knees in place and slowly pulled out almost all the way and pushed himself back in, creating a slow rocking motion. He kept the pace up and traced a line from my knees to my collar and leaned down, my nipples scrapping against his skin causing me to wiggle underneath him causing friction between his upper groin and my clit. He grinned and quickens his pace, pushing even farther into me hitting my cervix each time bringing me to a rolling orgasm the first of many. I bucked and spasmed underneath him nearly losing my own consciousness. He had me writhing underneath him for a good long while and I felt him throbbing inside me. It scared me for a moment and he felt that, seeing as my pussy clenched onto his cock and he pause for a moment and put his hand on my lower stomach, “I’m close Princess.” I nodded weakly understanding what he meant. His eyes glinted something I never had seen before. He picked back up on his previous pace he had set, and in a heated frenzy he nipped my neck and my chest. He plunged his cock into me once more, holding himself inside as ropes of cum shot into my womb, filling me up with his hot fluids. He exhaled deeply kissing my face lightly collapsing beside me, still lodged inside my cummy pussy. He wrapped his arms around me exhaustively and murmured softly into my ear. “This is a start to a beautiful relationship Princess.” And I nodded in agreement. It was and will continue to be as such.

Hi everyone. This is my first story post so be gentle. This is the first of, hopefully, a long story line. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to post comments or suggestions. The dark room was illuminated only by the images playing on the computer screen. The video constantly altered the look of the room, still only giving light to a small porting while leaving the rest in shadows. Jason sat in his chair in only his boxers, starring intensely at the computer sitting on his desk. He had an earpiece connected to the computer in his left ear. This way he could listen to all the audio while still listening for his family if they started to wake up. Jason was a 17-year-old high school student, five foot ten, and about 150 pounds. He had black hair in a buzz cut with intense blue eyes. He had some muscle tone from using the school’s gym. He was an exceptional student and was well like with the faculty. Every day he put on the fa?e of a model student with a big smile so that the teachers would leave him be. They only had time for the trouble students, and they needed it. At the moment he was indulging in his favorite nighttime pastime. The screen had a video of a woman having sex with three different men. She was riding the cock of one of the men cowgirl style while giving the other two hand jobs, alternating sucking off both of them. The man below her was rapidly thrusting his cock up into her, causing her to bounce up and down almost off his dick. The other two had already cum on her face, covering it with sperm. She might have been crying from the combination of pleasure and physical exertion, but it would have been hard to tell. Jason wasn’t touching himself just yet. He always liked to tease himself to insure a good rise. He sat as though he was a stature, not moving and almost never blinking, not wanting to miss a second. He could almost feel his blood boil inside himself before he would let himself feel pleasure. After two more loads of cum being dumped onto the girl’s face and her screaming climax, the video ended. Jason wasted no time in pulling up another video pre-loaded to the height of the scene. This one had a man blindfolded and tied down to a bead in a spread eagle position. Another man was deep-throating his cock enthusiastically (To Jason, sex was sex. Doesn’t matter who its with). Jason finally let his dick free from the confines of his boxers and began stroking it. It was already at its full length of 7 inches and he rubbed all of it. The head of the man became a blur as it rapidly sucked off the restrained man. By the sounds he was making, it was no mystery he was enjoying the blow job. After several minutes of intense sucking the man tightened up, thrust his hips up and loudly grunted as a massive amount of cum sprayed out of his dick into his partners mouth. The partner tried to swallow it all, but much of it spilled out around his mouth as he choked on it; the camera got a good close up of that. With his free hand, Jason quickly brought up the next video while keeping up the fast pace of jerking off he had built up. This one had a young blond tied up in a hogtie while being suspended from the ceiling. She was being rapidly fucked by a man with an overly large penis most likely touching her cervix. At the same time, her mouth was being forced onto a dildo strap-on being worn by a dominatrix. “Do you like that you little slut? Being fucked by two huge cocks?” The dominatrix taunted the blond while grabbing her ponytail and violently face-fucking her. The girl looked up with pleading eyes and a barely audible “yes” escaped her dildo-filled mouth. The video continued liked this as Jason neared his climax, pumping his blood filled member harder and harder. Seeing that the girl was nearing climax the two doms stopped their assault, holding both their dicks inside her. “I want to hear you beg for it you cock sucking whore!” The female roughly pulled on her hair while holding her head in place on the dildo. With tears in her eyes the girl desperately tried to answer but was cut off from the toy. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” The Dom finally pulled her off and the girl screamed her pleas while she could. “PLEASE, PLEASE MISTRESS FUCK ME! IM SUCH A FUCKING SLUT PLEASE FUCK ME!” That was all the encouragement the two Doms needed and resumed their fucking at full force until the girl cried out in orgasm. That was the edge for Jason. He griped his dick and gritted his teeth as he shot jets of cum out onto his desk. The pleasure washed over him as he quickly recalled the images he’d seen in his head. He stayed like that for a moment, riding the high of his orgasm until it faded. When it did, he leaned back into his seat and took in a deep breath. There was something calming with the feeling you get after a great cum. Suddenly, Jason heard a slow clapping behind him. Startled, Jason quickly swung around and attempted to cover himself up. There was a girl, about 20 years old, leaning against the wall opposite him slowly applauding him. She had long, black hair, about five foot eight with C-cup breasts. She wore a short black skirt that barely covered her thighs and a red blouse that came down to her navel with a deep neckline, showing off her cleavage. “Holy Shit! Who the fuck are you? How did you get in my house?” The mysterious woman stopped clapping and lightly laughed, “My my, that was quite the performance. I must say I haven’t seen that much passion and energy in a long time.” ‘What the hell? She was watching me?’ Jason thought to himself. The woman looked past him at the computer, “You have pretty good tastes too.” Jason realized he hadn’t shut off the video and it was still playing. He stood up and blocked her view of the screen. “I said who the fuck are you? Tell me or I’m going to call the police.” Jason commanded in a stern tone. She laughed again, “Who I am isn’t important right now. What is important…” She rushed towards Jason in a few quick steps. Caught off guard, Jason stepped back to defend himself but fell back into his chair instead. She put both arms on the desk behind Jason, trapping him. “…is who YOU are.” Jason looked up into her eyes, still startled, and saw they were glowing faintly red. “What the hel-” Jason was caught off as the woman kissed him deeply. For a moment, he was too shocked to push her away. Jason tried to collect himself but something happened. In seconds a huge amount of blood rushed from his head and he became fully erect in an instant. Jason completely forgot about the situation and became overcome with an intense desire to sexually ravish this woman. Jason began returning the kiss with an equal amount of force and wrapped his arms around her. Their tongs swirled around in each other’s mouths, as it seemed they could not share enough saliva. Without breaking the kiss, Jason leaned down and wrapped his arms around her legs and picked her up while standing up out of the chair. He carried her over to his bed on the other side of the room and threw her down. A wicked smile spread across her mouth as she propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at him, her eyes still glowing red. Jason was panting, wanting nothing more than to have his way with this sexy woman. But he was able to stop and think for a moment, ‘What the hell is going on? What is this?’ She spread her legs on the bed, hiking up her skirt and did the ‘come here’ gesture with her finger. Jason shoved his thoughts aside and dove on top of her, continuing their kiss. This time it was even more intense. Both of them seemed to touch each other everywhere at once, constantly grasping and touching. Jason grabbed the insides of her shirt and in one jerk, tore it open and sent the buttons flying in all directions. She had no bra on and her nipples already stood at full attention. Jason began kneading them in his hand, feeling the soft flesh between his fingers. He took both her nipples and pinched them, hard. This made her gasp in pleasure as it sent sparks through her body. Jason broke the kiss and placed his mouth on her right nipple, licking and sucking on it while flicking the other one. She continued to give gasps of approval and held his head with her hand. Jason wasted no time furthering his exploration and grasped her skirt with his free hand. In another smooth quick motion, he pulled down her pants and flung them across the room, again revealing no underwear. She smiled to herself, amused with his enthusiasm. Giving no warning, Jason plunged two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy. He thrust his fingers in and out of her at a speed he didn’t think he could accomplish. She threw her head back in a silent scream, suddenly overcome with stimulation. He switched his attention on her nipples, now sucking on the left while flicking and pinching the right. He continued this on the sexy stranger while she whispered words of encouragement into his ear. “Yes, that’s it. More, More!” Jason then added another finger and picked up the pace, making sure to hit all the right spots. Another minute of mad hammering and she reached a breaking point. She grabbed Jason’s head and arched her back and cried out as she exploded with cum all over Jason’s hand. When she fell back down onto the bead Jason looked down at her. He had a look of mad lust in his eyes and his cock was twitching in anticipation. He opened up her legs and positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. Again without warning, he thrust with the entire weight of his body into her, filling her with his entire length. Her pussy clamped down around his dick and still felt silky and divine. “Ah! O god yes!” She cried out, grabbing his shoulders. She looked deep into his eyes again and said two words, “Fuck me.” With that, Jason put all of his strength towards fucking the hell out of this woman. He grabbed her legs and pounded in and out of her pussy, forcing lubrication to spill out between them. The sounds of flesh smacking together filled the room as he continually forced his entire member into her. He felt as if he was going to pass out from the feeling of fucking this tight wet cunt. They both began to gasp and grunt with each thrust, being completely consumed by the pleasure of their fucking. While still filling her, Jason lifted her up while kneeling on the bed and began bouncing her up and down on his juicy meat. While in this vertical position, they began their passionate kissing again. A sheen of sweat coated both of them from not letting their bodies take a single second of rest. This provided another source of lubrication, allowing them to slide up and down on each other with even more speed. The woman clawed at Jason’s back and bit his tong as if feral. This, however, did not slow Jason’s assault. The pain merely added to the sea of pleasure he was in. Feeling himself nearing orgasm, Jason wanted this orgasm to be the most intense he ever had. In another feat of surprising strength, he again wrapped his arms around the woman and stood up on the bed, carrying her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waste, providing no escape for his penis. With a loud grunt he shoved her body against the wall the bed was set against. She gave a audible scream as his overly-engorged dick stretcher her and filled every inch of her cunt, hitting every pleasure nerve possible. He put his hands under her knees and spread her legs apart. He looked up at her and smiled, which she returned. He slowly pulled out of her until only the tip remained. With an inhuman strength he plunged into her, pressing their bodies as close as possible. With a few more thrusts of the same caliber, they finally could hold on no longer. “O FUCK! I’M CUUUMIIIIIING!” the woman cried out. Jason dug his nails into her leg and held himself inside her. The feeling of her cunt convulsing around his hot dick pushed him over. “O SHIT!” He yelled as the orgasm overcame him and a gallon of cum sprayed out. Their combined fluids spilled out of her vagina and pooled around Jason’s feet. They simply basked in the overwhelming pleasure they felt while locked together. Finally, Jason’s legs gave out and he fell back against the bed, taking the girl with him. She, however, caught herself with her hands. She pulled herself up off Jason’s dick and the rest of their cum came rushing out. Jason simply lay limp on his bed. His arms were shaking and was panting like he had just finished a marathon. The woman stood over him and showed no signs of fatigue as if nothing had happened. “What…was that?” Jason asked breathlessly. The woman smiled, “That was your audition, and you passed.”

On one trip up to northern Wisconsin that I take to our cottage, I always get dressed up for the drive that is if the wife doesn't come along. No one has a clue that I'm a crossdresser. But this time, my daughter, who was twenty-four at the time, wanted to come along. So much for my dressing and driving. But my clothes were already hidden in my car trunk, and I always bring my computer, so all is not lost. I do get to dress when I'm up there and go on cam. So that night at around midnight, I got dressed in my white lingerie with a blouse, skirt, and heels oh and, of course, my wig. The room I'm in is just off the rec room. I was on cam with someone, and he was asking questions. The same dumb questions guys always ask. Usually, at some point, I have to say, you know I'm a guy in woman's clothes. That either sends them running, or they say. Yes, I know. Tonight I got a lot of runners. How stupid can you be if I list my id as Sandy crossdresser or sandycd? Both let the person know what they are looking at. Oh well. I keep trying. I'm getting bored, and I'm just about ready to give up when the room door opens, and my daughter pops into the room. We are both startled. Me to see her looking at me dressed as I am and her looking at her Dad dressed as a woman. She was the first to speak. What the hell are you doing dressed like that? I say, don't you knock before entering? Why do I need to knock? I could tell a light was on, so I just came in. Why are you not in bed sleeping, I say? Can't sleep, she says. Let's get back to why you're dressed like that? Well, to tell the truth, I like the look, and it feels right. Is that ok with you? Well, I guess its ok if you like to do that. Here come the questions. Just great, I think to myself! So how often do you dress? Does Mom know? Do your friends know? Stop with the third degree. First, when I get a chance to dress, second and third, no one knows. But now you do. So keep it to yourself! I guess I can do that. What are you doing on the computer? Well nosy, if you must know I'm trying to find someone to cam with. And then what happens? Are you looking for a guy or a girl? It makes no difference, but it is usually a guy that comes on. Then you just chat? Yeah and. The guy might ask to show some skin, and it could get more involved. More involved? Like what? Showing more I say. Like more you mean you show your junk? If that's what the person on the other end tells me to show it. Tells? What you're not only a crossdresser but a sub? Yes, I say. Can I stay and see what happens? No, I respond, I did say it can get more involved. So what she says how bad can it be? How embarrassing that she wants to stay and see me like naked with I bet by then a hard clitty. Now I'm stuck. Not what I had in mind that this would ever happen. Damm, I just want to crawl into a hole. Bing! Someone is asking to cam. Aren't you going to answer? Here goes nothing. I answer. It is someone that I know for a while on cam. He is very dominating to me. He really gets me doing things that my daughter should not see. Do I tell him she is here? Maybe he will not have me do something that I'm not proud of in front of her. But knowing him, the cam session will get me naked. Well, who is it, and what is he saying? I tell her it's a guy that I have cammed with before. He is asking if the slut is ready for my chores? Slut, she says? What the hell does he have you do? Are you going to tell him I'm here? I want to see what he is typing, so I know what's going on. Well, I think I have to, but be warned this will not be pretty. So I tell my dom what happened and that she is staying to watch. He is beside himself with joy that I have been busted, and I'm going to perform in front of her. Knowing him that he starts mild. A few easy gestures. Like, show more leg. Hike upskirt and show more skin. Cross legs, spread legs so he can see between my legs. She says this is it? What kind of dominating person is he? Weak ideas. I say just give him time. Bing! Someone else wants to cam. I tell my dom of the person that wants to see. Like other times he says tell the person my dom is on and that he gives out the demands. I'm starting to sweat. I know what's coming and hope my daughter doesn't go blind from what I'm about to do. He says stand and show us what you have on, bitch. He says he wants to see my ass while lifting my skirt. I have a thong on so my ass is pretty visible to everyone, and when he tells me to turn so, he can see the front, my bulge in my panties is pretty big. I try to ignore that she is there. But nope, she has to speak. Dad, are you hard? You get off on this shit? Yes, I say. The more dirty names he calls me, the more I love it. Well, whore, did your daughter see your sissy ass and that bulge in your panties? Yes, sir, she did. The other guy says, daughter? My dom explains to him what is going on. Dad, are you really ok with what is going on? You know if you keep going that I'm still staying. I say, are you sure you want to stay? I'm not leaving now. You can stay, but keep in mind that I love doing this on cam for anyone to watch. The dom says ok sit down sissy and pull up your skirt so we can see a lot of leg skin. Turn to cam and open legs wide. Tell me how your daughter is taking this? Ask her if we can see her? Daughter says I will sit next to you, Dad, so he knows I'm still around. He says to turn on the mic so we can chat back and forth. We don't care if you have a guy's voice. At least she has on pants and a t-shirt. Dom says her breasts and my breasts look about the same size. Can we see her ass? She stands and shows her ass with her pants on. She has a better ass, he says. Ok, honey, you watch and listen to what your Dad the whore, bitch, slut will do for me. Ok, slut stand and remove blouse and skirt also turn for us. I do as told, and I can feel my wet panties from my leaking clit. My daughter laughs and says. You have wet panties. The dom says she always has wet panties for me. My dom says, ok bitch; you can sit. Turn chair toward cam so we can see between legs. Open those fucken legs wide. Nice, we can see you are hard in those tiny panties. See daughter how hard she is? Yes, it is very hard, she says. Ok, dom says let's get a little sexier. Stand up bitch and drop your panties to your ankles. Face the cam when you do so. I pull the sides away and tug them down, letting them fall to my heels. When my clit springs up and free, my daughter gives off a giggle. See how her clitty stands erect? She gets off on these cam sessions with me, telling her what to do. I see, I see, she says. She is so hard, and her sissy cock is running like a river. Ok, slut turn around a few times, then take a walk, so we see your clitty bouncing around. So cute, he says. Now I want you to kneel on your chair ass to the cam. Spread legs and bend over and show your ass pussy. Hhmm looks tight. Should we loosen that up, daughter? What she says, how? Oh, she didn't tell you that she has toys? No, she didn't. Well, slut, grab a toy. I go and get my butt plug and some lube. Come on, lube it up and get it into your ass pussy while standing. This is so not my Dad, my daughter says! There I am trying to get this plug in. Hey, turn your ass to cam, so we see plug going in. Plug slides in, and I stand there waiting for the next command. See how she is now waiting for me to tell her what's next. Take a walk again, then show the plug in your pussy by bending over and spreading cheeks wide. How does it feel sissy? Feels like my pussy is full, I say. Well, sit on it. Now it can't get out. Spread legs and play with clitty till I tell you to stop. But it might go off if I do that. Just do it, and it better not shoot your sissy juice. I start rubbing my clit, trying to rub it as little as I can and mostly massaging my sissy balls. Ok, you can stop. I can see my daughter looking at me wide-eyed, so embarrassing. Next, you need a different object in your pussy. Get something. I go and get a black cock dildo that's not too big and long. Nice he says, remove plug and lube up the dildo. This is amazing that she is doing these things and is not embarrassed, my daughter says. Oh, I am embarrassed, but I have gone this far I'll keep going I say. A real slut, he says, isn't she? I pull the plug out and lube up cock dildo. Push it in while bending over, he says. I start to push, and the head begins to go in. Go, Dad, go. She is now cheering me on. Dildo goes in farther and farther till it is balls deep. Oh, this is fun watching her being a whore, my daughter says. Well, bitch, don't just stand there, fuck that pussy. I start to push the cock back and forth in my pussy. It feels so good! Faster bitch faster. I am going fast now, and he yells stop. My breathing is heavy, and I can hear my heart going faster. I want you to pull the cock all the way out a push it back in as fast as you can. I do as best as I can, and the cock slides right in and out. You can stop dom says. Now sit on it. I sit down. Cock is as far in as it can go. She asks what is the other guy doing? We look at the computer screen he is stroking his cock. I hope he doesn't squirt because I like to see someone's cock squirt its juice. It is time to hump the dildo, so I can see your clitty bouncing around. I'm now bouncing on the dildo, and my clit is hitting my belly. Up and down, I go fast. Stop, he says. Let's move on. Maybe the daughter can help this time. Daughter, go find her big toy. Oh my, she says this is big, fat and long. Does this fit her ass pussy, she asks? Yes, he says. She has had it a few times. So will you help her with the big cock dildo? What do I have to do? Jam it into her pussy! I don't know if I can do that. Come on; she could use the help. Well ok, I'll try and see how I feel after I start this chore. Chore? Don't think of it as a chore think of it as getting back at your Dad for being a sissy whore boy. Ok. Bitch get on all fours, pussy toward cam. Daughter lube up the dildo really good it will be kind of hard to get it in. Could we get you to do something before you push that dildo in her pussy? What, she asks? Could you strip down to your skivvies, so it looks like a mistress doing her slave bitch? Your slut, Dad will be looking in front of herself. She won't see you. It will heighten this cam session. I suppose that will be ok, I think. I peek, she is now in her black bra and panties. I should not be peeking. She doesn't look as sexy as my lingerie. Here I am on all fours, with my drippy clit leaking all over the place. She says I'm ready! Here it comes bitch you better be ready. Keep your head down and spread your pussy cheeks for me. I do as told and await the dildo that I know will hurt going into my tight pussy. I feel the head against my pussy hole, and I try to relax, so it goes in. Oh god, she is pushing to fast, it hurts. The head has now made its way in. With head in, my body is shaking because of the pain my pussy is feeling. Hurt bitch? Yes, I say. Oh well, get used to it because there are six inches or more to get into you. My dom says well mistress you're doing a bang-up job. It looks like you have done this before and are enjoying it. I am enjoying myself. I hope the slut is also. My pussy is starting not to feel so tight. All of a sudden, she shoves the whole cock in me right up to the balls so fast I fell to the floor. There I was laying on my belly with a dildo like a flag in my ass pussy. Get up whore on all fours, she says. I move to the position. I think she needs a spanking, my dom says. What I say? Can you spank your sissy, Dad? Oh, yes, I can spank this sissy boy's ass. I feel her hand slap my ass hard. Owe, that hurts! She keeps slapping away. Both cheeks are getting hot. Finally, she stops. Look at her red ass cheeks. How nice my dom says!! Oh wow, did you know there's like ten people watching, she says? How humiliating, I think. But I love to show off. She grabs the dildo again and starts to shove it in and out. She is twisting it as she fucks my pussy. Dom says faster. Fuck her good, so she knows when she gets up in the morning why her pussy hurts. Let's have her sit on it and bounce. I get up and get a good look at my daughter in her bra and panties. Again I should not be seeing her in her undergarments. My clit is so hard and is trying to get harder with what I see. Bounce my dom and daughter say at the same time. I hold the balls of the dildo down while I bounce on it fast. Her clit is leaking so bad that the juice if flying all over the place my daughter says. She is doing so good I think its time for her to play with that leaking clitty my dom says. Leave the dildo in and play slut. I start to jack off slowly. Even though I want to shoot my sissy juice, I want to hold off. These things are getting me so horny. Horny? He says. Can we see your panties to see if their wet, my dam says to my daughter? I can do one better she says She removes her bra and panties and shows shaved pussy that is very wet. Nice and wet dom says. Spread lips. She does it. I'm sitting here with my hand around my clitty and looking at her wet pussy. I'm going to hell for seeing her naked. Stroke sissy!! My dom says this is the best cam session yet. Can you bounce a little on the dildo? I try, and that is too much for me; my clit is shooting its sissy juice out like a gusher, hitting her, me, the chairs, and floor. I am now spent of all energy. I'm drained. I barely know where and what has happened. You got your sissy, slut juice on my hand. Have her clean it up with her tongue, my dom says. Yes, clean me up!! She shoves her hand at me. I lick my juice off her. I am now your mistress after all that has happened. My dom says I'm done with her since she has unloaded. You can leave if your daughter is ok with that? Yes, she says leave us. I pull the dildo out, and I go to bed. She stays, and at another time, my dom said she masturbated for him and the others. She even stuck my big dildo in her pussy. He caught it all on video but never showed me.

My Boyfriend, My Neighbor and Me My boyfriend is a college student and is often busy working on assignments so, he is unable to stay over. This was one of those nights. Despite my pleas for him to stay so we could fool around, he just kissed me and out the door he went. I wanted him and he knew it. Damn! He does this to me on purpose. Now what am I going to do? I guess I will just have to wait until tomorrow night. I sat down on the couch and started to flip through the channels on the TV when I heard my neighbor start the shower. My thoughts were quickly diverted to thinking of her. We don’t really know each other very well but are friendly with each other whenever we run into one another. I have thought about her before, but tonight for some reason, I found my thoughts more arousing. Tara is a cute girl, about 5’2”, maybe 110 dripping wet; I would love to see her dripping wet. She has a tight little ass and perfectly formed B cups with perky little nipples. I know this because I have seen her running around without a bra and only a tight tank top to keep them covered. Mmmm, to rub that ass…and suck on those tits... If only I could get her to come over here and hang out for awhile I bet I could convince her to let me lick her pussy too. I suddenly become aware of the wetness in my panties and my pussy is starting to tingle. I can’t help myself so I slowly slide my hand across my flat belly, under my waistband and into my panties. Oh, my, I am so unbelievably wet! My clit is so swollen and hot! I began tickling my clit with my fingers, spreading my juices all over my pussy as I imagined Tara licking it all up. It didn’t take long and my body began to tighten and I launched into a whirling orgasm. My pussy was pulsing and began gushing into my panties. As I looked down at the now visible wet spot on my jeans, I decided it was time for me to go upstairs to my room where I could get more comfortable. **************** I told Mitch about my fantasy and he was quite intrigued about the idea of me getting Tara into bed. Over the next couple of weeks, I continued to fantasize about Tara and what it would be like to get her into bed with Mitch and me. I made a point of running into her so we could chat a bit more and I could convince her to come over and hang out sometime. Finally, on a Friday evening, I ran into Tara and asked her if she had any plans for the evening. Mitch was working so it was the perfect time for Tara and me to hang out and chat about “girl stuff”. Tara didn’t have any plans either and suggested we pick up some vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice and grapefruit juice to make sex on the beach. We each had a couple and after we smoked a little, the conversation flowed as if we had known each other for years. “I wish I had the time to meet someone. I haven’t had sex in over eight months.” I almost couldn’t believe what I just heard. This is your chance. Don’t screw it up. “That sucks. But, look on the bright side; men can be difficult to deal with sometimes. Look at the relationship I have with Mitch. He is busy with college and that means I have plenty of nights that I have to satisfy myself because he isn’t here.” She looked at me and smiled a little. “I keep my pussy trimmed up just in case something comes up and I manage to get lucky. This morning I even shaved it bald. But, now I’m starting to wonder why I bother. It’s not like I go out anywhere to meet anyone,” She said. “Really? You shaved it completely bald?” I was blown away by this conversation and was already becoming aware of my own pussy getting wet. “Yeah, smooth as a babies butt. Check it out.” She unzipped her pants and pulled down the front of her panties revealing her nicely shaved pussy. “Go ahead, feel how smooth that is.” I didn’t really need her to tell me a second time, but didn’t want to seem too anxious either. I slowly reached across and lightly touched her with my fingers. As I touched her, she shuddered lightly with pleasure. Our eyes met. I had this overwhelming desire to kiss her and leaned in slightly. She met me half way and our lips locked in the most tantalizing way. I continued to rub her pussy in small circles. I slowly moved my hand further into her panties until I was able to touch her clit with my fingers. Tara let out a sigh. “Oh, my, that feels incredible. Let me help you with that.” Tara pushed her pants down revealing her entire pussy. My heart was pounding. We continued kissing and I continued to pay special attention to her clit. She was very wet and her clit felt so nice under my fingers. Playing with her little button and feeling her wriggle got me so excited. I was soaking my own panties with cum. I helped Tara unbutton my pants and pull my panties down. She immediately pulled away from me as she slid down and started licking my pussy. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Oh, this is like heaven…don’t stop licking my pussy. Her tongue twirled around my clit softly at first and then she sucked my clit into her mouth. With a moan, she tickled my clit with the tip of her tongue and slid her finger into my throbbing pussy. That was it…I’m a squirter, and I was squirting my juices right into her mouth! “That’s it…squirt that cum. I bet Mitch can’t do that to you.” Just then the front door popped open. Oh, shit! Who the hell? Quickly grabbing for our pants, Tara and I realize Mitch is walking through the door. We both let out a sigh. “Hi, honey… You are home early…um, look who’s here…” “Yes, and it looks like I’m just in time too. I’ve been watching for a few minutes through the window and it looks to me that you girls could use a hand.” “Shit, I forgot the shades were open!” “Don’t worry, I got that. You girls go right back to what you were doing; I’m going to get this pizza smell off of me and then I can give you girls what you really need.” With that, Tara went back to licking the hell out of my pussy. I could see Mitch’s hard on through his work pants. He slightly pinched the head of his cock and made an adjustment as he hurried up the stairs to the shower. Hurry up and finish that shower. The thought of knowing that he knew I was downstairs getting my pussy licked by our cute little neighbor made me even hotter. I shot my cum all over her face this time. She tried to swallow it all, but she almost looked like she had been in the shower by the time Mitch got back. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I saw Mitch just watching Tara lick my pussy. I could see his cock rising in his boxers as he started to rub his balls. Lightly stroking his shaft; I knew he really wanted to put his cock in Tara’s exposed pussy. “Come on over here,” I said to him. “Go ahead, I know you want to touch her pussy. It’s been awhile for her and I think Tara should get what she has been missing. “Mmmm,” Mitch moves closer holding his cock in one hand and reaching out to touch Tara’s smooth little pussy with the other. “You girls are really fucking hot!” With one flick of his hand, Mitch had his cock out of his boxers and was stroking the hell out of it. “Go ahead, put that cock inside her; fuck her!” Mitch knew I meant what I said and immediately complied to my demands, and with one thrust slid his cock deep inside Tara’s pussy. She shuddered with pleasure. As I watched her eyes roll back inside her head, I pulled her upward as Mitch made a slow, powerful thrust inside her. I grabbed her lips with mine; held her close. Feeling Mitch’s balls brushing against my pussy as he thrust in and out of her made me come again. Tara bit my lip and started to tense up as she was reaching full orgasm too. Mitch was still thrusting his cock in and out of Tara but now in slow rhythmic strokes. I knew it wasn’t going to take him too much longer to finish and I was determined to make this last as long as possible. “You like that baby? You like your cock in her soft little pussy?” “Oh, yeah…this is what I have been waiting for…” “Don’t get too excited yet…now it’s my turn; I want to lick those sweet juices off that pussy.” With that said, Mitch slowly pulled his cock out of Tara and stepped aside, grabbing a hold of his hard shaft, he began stroking it as he watched me roll Tara over onto her back. I continued kissing her as I reached between her legs and fingered her cum slick clit. As she began to moan with more pleasure, I lifted off her shirt with the other hand to expose her soft supple breasts. I slowly licked my way down to those beautiful brown nipples as I ran my hands along her soft skin. Tara let out a sigh and then a moan as I took one into my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue. I made my way down to her navel and buried my face between her thighs. As I started to lick her swollen clit, she reached out to Mitch’s cock and opened her mouth. “Bring that over here; I want to suck on that cock!” I just nodded to Mitch and without saying a word he let her take control of stroking his cock. Then with one stroke, she took his entire cock into her mouth. Mmmm, she tastes so sweet. Fuck…I can’t stop watching her suck my boyfriends cock! I reach between my legs to play with my own clit just as I begin squirting my juices once again. “That’s right; you squirt that pussy juice in your hand,” Mitch moans. Tara releases her mouth grip on his stiffened cock and begins tapping it on her face. I reach up with my cum covered hand and let Mitch lick the sweet juices from my fingers. “Fuck me again,” Tara pleads with a lustful glaze in her eyes. “Fuck her; I want to watch you fuck that pussy.” Mitch quickly trades places with me and drives his cock inside her throbbing pussy. I position myself so that I can have a good view of Mitch’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy and play with my clit and Tara’s at the same time. Tara soon starts to stiffen and lets out a cry of pleasure. As Mitch begins to climax, he pulls out, and strokes his stiffness swiftly. Tara wriggles beneath his pulsing cock as his hot cum shoots onto her swollen clit and up to her bobbing breasts. I think we might be seeing more of Tara….

Hi my name is Jill. This story is about my own personal discovery of sex, how I embarked on my journey of sexual discovery and, especially, how thoroughly I’ve enjoyed that journey so far! It was in the early 1960s I felt the first stirrings of an interest in sex. I can still vividly remember a particular incident, when I was in my early teens, when something happened that alerted me to a curious difference between boys and girls. Since I’d been very young I used to, usually on a Saturday morning when we didn’t have school, pop into my brother’s bed with him for a play fight, talk about books, gossip and other trivia. My brother, Richard, was a couple of years older that me and never seemed to mind a ‘visit’ from his ‘baby’ sister. On this particular occasion I’d put a magazine that I’d brought with me at the bottom of the bed and in the effort of stretching out to reach it noticed something hard that I’d knocked against.’What’s that?’ I asked. ‘What’s what?’ he replied. ‘There’s something hard in your bed,’ I said. Richard had turned bright red, ‘Oh, that!’ he spluttered, ‘It’s my torch. I use it for reading under the covers at night.’ I thought nothing more about it, at the time anyway. But I couldn’t get it off my mind. It didn’t seem it could have been a torch . . . so what could it have been? Shortly after that, Richard, started to get a bit coy about letting me join him in his bed on a Saturday anymore. I was a bit sad about that but my mum just said it’s quite common for boys, and girls, to move on in their lives and change as they grew up. Several months after that curious incident with Richard a cousin of ours, Nick, came to stay with us for a few months whilst his parent’s, my aunt and uncle, had to go abroad for a while as part of their work. I was now in my mid teens I guess. I’d started to masturbate. From what we girls used to talk about (and guess about!) I was now pretty certain that I knew what Richard’s ‘torch’ really was — an erect cock!! I used to fantasise about having been allowed to see it and feel it. It seemed like a missed opportunity that may never be repeated. How wrong I was. Nick was about 4 or 5 years older than me and I kept noticing how he would keep looking at me especially in my chest area where my breasts were starting to grow sizeably. I could have been embarrassed but I wasn’t at all. In fact I felt quite empowered. One morning I was getting ready for school and as I stripped off my nightie I noticed, in my dressing table mirror, Nick peering at me through my slightly opened bedroom door. Naked, as I was, I tried not to turn a hair and, pretending I’d never seen him, continued to dress. On went my navy blue regulation school knickers, my bra, my vest, shirt, tie and, finally, my cardigan. I briefly moved out of Nick’s view and, unseen to him, advanced towards my bedroom door. Pulling it fully open in a flash, I said very matter of factly, ‘Oh, hi there Nick!’. My eyes were immediately drawn down to his groin where there was no mistaking my first hard cock. Nick spluttered as I pulled him into my bedroom and closed the door. ‘So, what are you up to. As if I couldn’t guess,’ I lied. ‘Nothing,’ replied Nick, ‘I just happened to be passing.’ ‘No you weren’t. I was watching you as I got dressed. I wonder how often you done this without me noticing?’ I said. ‘Please don’t tell your mum. They might throw me out!’ he pleaded, ‘I promise I won’t do it again.’ ‘Now that would be a shame,’ I said, ‘I can think of a better solution. Now take your hands away from your cock? Prick? Penis . . . whatever you want to call it and let me look at it.’ Obviously, the shock of being caught out by me had had a rather detrimental affect on the size of it but it was fantastic to see one ‘in the flesh’. ‘Where you masturbating at my bedroom door?’ I asked. ‘Yes. I’m sorry but you just look so very sexy I can’t help but watch you and think about you and, yes, as I do that my cock does get very excited I’m afraid and I just have to rub it.’ ‘So do you have a cum - is that what they call it? — does stuff come out of the end of it and everything?’ I enquired. ‘Usually, I have to scoot back to my bedroom, grab my hankie, and cum into that,’ he replied. ‘OK,’ I said, ‘When I get back from school tonight I think we’ll need to take things a little further. In particular I’ll need to see your cock erect, please. Then I’d like to see you rub it. And then to see your cum come out. OK? Otherwise, I’m sorry, I’ll have to tell mum.’ ‘Oh, don’t do that, Jill. I’ll do anything you want me to do. That’s a promise,’ he pleaded. The whole time I was at school that day I couldn’t really settle and the day seemed endless. My mind was definitely elsewhere and my pussy was both swollen and very wet. I’d never known it like that before. When I got back home Nick was in the house on his own having just had a couple of lectures that day at the College he attended. My mum was out visiting her mum and my brother was at football practice at school. ‘OK, Nick, you still up for what we agreed this morning?’ I asked. ‘Yes, I suppose so,’ he replied hesitatingly. ‘Off we go then.’ I said and we went up to my bedroom. ‘Right,’ I instructed him, ‘Off with your clothes.’ He slowly removed everything and I got up lovely and close to his cock which was, rather disappointingly rather soft. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘Usually I get changed when I get home — but you may know that already — so it may help your cock to get swollen if I took some of my clothes off. Would you like that?’ He nodded his approval of my idea and so I started to remove some of them. I slipped out of my cardigan, took my tie off and undid, and removed my skirt. Sitting on my bed in blouse and knickers seemed to do the trick. ‘Now, that’s better,’ I remarked as Nick started to stroke his cock. By now it was magnificently huge. It’s tip was getting very purple whilst the rest of it was getting a very angry red. ‘I’ll need to get a hanky or tissue to cum into,’ he said. I pulled out a hanky from by dressing table drawer and, going very close to his cock, said, ‘Should I try and catch it?’ ‘You can try,’ he murmured, ‘But it can spray anywhere sometimes!’ With that I noticed the hole in the end of his cock suddenly open and out squirted all his white spunk. Try as I might I couldn’t catch much of it with my stupid little hanky so had to go round the room on all fours wiping up the residue. ‘That was spectacular!’ I exclaimed. ‘Can we do it again sometime. And, maybe, I could take more of my clothes off so you can see my breasts next time. I’ve got so much to learn, Nick, and I think you’re just the person to teach me. Thank you that was wonderful.’ Over the next couple of months that Nick stayed with us he and I had so many sex sessions. Firstly, centred around his lovely cock as I learnt how to touch it, rub it and get it to squirt its cum out. Once or twice I tried sucking his cock. Once, however, whilst doing so he started to cum in my mouth before I, and he, were ready and I got and absolute mouthful which I found a bit hard to deal with. I had tasted it a few days earlier and it was ok but, as I said, a large load was a bit too much so I became a bit wary after that. I gradually exposed more of my body to him letting him play with my breasts, sucking and stroking them which was so exciting. Then after watching me masturbate, firstly, in my knickers then in his full view with my knickers off we moved on to touching my pussy and clitoris, stroking it, rubbing it and, eventually, licking and sucking it (which was lovely) till I had a cum. Eventually, the time was fast approaching for Nick’s parents to return and pick him up. Before that happened I asked him whether he thought we should have a first fuck together? We both thought we should so one afternoon when I returned from school and there was nobody else in the house, except Nick and I, we went into my bedroom and quickly stripped off. As ever, Nick, was beautifully solid in the cock department. He licked and gently rubbed my pussy until it was well juiced up and placed his cock on my pussy lips ready to ease it in. ‘This might hurt a bit,’ he said, ‘As I break through your hymen.’ ‘OK,’I replied as I braced myself. But, for some reason, there was no resistance and his cock quickly filled up my pussy. Slowly, both of us, started to move to enjoy the sensation of cock and pussy rubbing against each other. Regrettably, we couldn’t keep going for long before Nick called out, ‘I’m going to cum, Jill,’ and slid his cock out. Almost immediately I felt the rampant member spattering its load of spunk onto my pussy, tummy and breasts. I quickly stroked my pussy to release my own orgasm. Mmmm!! ‘That was brilliant,’ we both agreed. ‘Thank you, Nick. That’s been the most wonderful set of lessons I’ve ever had. A real education.’ Nick went home two days later. It was very sad for me. I’d undoubtably miss him and although I wasn’t in love with him we’d had such a journey together that I’d never forget him even if we never had any ‘real’ time together again. I now knew so much more about sex. About how to get the most out of it. How to wank myself, how to wank a boy and, now, how to fuck. I realised, also, that I needed to have lots of sex if I could. I desperately wanted to see, fondle, rub and suck boy’s cocks and, especially, have them insert them in my vagina. And, although I hadn’t had an orgasm with Nick’s cock inside me I knew I needed to experience that as soon as I could. At school I wasn’t exactly the most desired girl amongst my classmates, or my year group even, but a couple of boys from the year above me started to hang around me a bit and, eventually, one of them asked me out. Dan, seemed to be a sweet, considerate boy and I quite liked him. He and I agreed to meet up at the local cinema on the following Saturday afternoon. The film was a Western which I wasn’t very keen on to be frank but I did have an ulterior motive that, basically, did not rely on whatever was being shown. No, I wanted his cock! We watched for a while and exchanged a little bit of smalltalk, then he started to snake his arm around me, then leant towards me to give me a kiss. I kissed him back. (This is going to take ages at this rate I thought so I’ll push it on a bit!). Taking his ‘spare’ arm I managed to manipulate his hand onto my breast. I could tell he was a bit taken aback but started to rub my breast rather roughly. I, in the meantime, had placed my hand on the front of his trousers. I removed his hand from my breast and, lifting my skirt a little, guided it up towards my pussy. Poor boy, I think he was rather flummoxed. He didn’t know what to do with his hand or fingers up there. He sort of stroked me on my knickers nowhere near my pussy, or more importantly my clitoris so I tried to make it easier for him by pulling the leg of my knickers to one side and, grabbing his fingers slid them onto and into my pussy. Although his fumbling was not having much of an effect on me it certainly was on him. His cock was trying to burst out of his trousers. So I let it. With my hanky ready (it was up the sleeve of my cardigan) I stroked a reasonable sized cock with a firm grip. He lasted seconds. I felt the first throes of his cum starting and quickly wrapped my hanky around the end of his cock. I think I got most of his spunk but I guess we wouldn’t know that until we got out into the daylight. ‘I’ll let you do it to me if you like, Dan,’ I whispered. ‘What? Do you mean fuck you?’ he gasped. ‘Mmm, I certainly do,’ I replied. Dan and I had a good few times together. A few lovely fucks and plenty of petting when I was on my period. He was kind and gentle. He listened and did his best to please me and, generally, succeeded I’m please to say. He gave my my first fucked cum and I loved it. So much so I could bear him to stop. I came again but he was having to hold back his cum, because neither of us want to risk having a baby, so I had let him out of my pussy for his ejaculation. But I did discover that I could, if I was in the right mood, have multiple orgasms. It was something completely new because when I wanked myself I would sometimes go on and have another one or two but having a cock inside you, making me cum. was very special. Regrettably, Dan and I had to break up when his mum and dad came home early one day and found us fucking each other like mad! Both naked and totally oblivious. Despite the shock of their return Dan must have been so close to cumming that when he pulled his cock out of me, and with his parents standing there, he couldn’t stop his spunk spraying out. Exciting! (to me, anyway). They thought he shouldn’t see me again for some reason. A couple of weeks on from Dan and the unfortunate end to our relationship and when I was reduced to only wank myself (until I found another willing boy) I had a phone call from Nick. He reminded me that the College course he’d been on was to do with film production. I wasn’t quite sure how that affected me but he told me that over the next few weeks he had the loan of lots of camera equipment, lights, and sound equipment with which to produce a film for his final assessment. However, as an ‘extra’, he’d been approached by a guy who made and rented out ‘stag’ films. He reckoned it was a growth market and pretty lucrative. Nick asked if I was still as keen as I had been on sex and would I be interested in making a film with him and a couple of other guys? He said that if I was we’ll meet up somewhere and discuss it in detail. What did I think? Well, I have to say I was quite intrigued so I said I’d get back to him the next day. I thought about it quite a lot that night as I gently wanked myself and, because, I wasn’t yet in another sexual relationship and could fancy a bit something a bit different I decided to say yes. I rang Nick back the next day and said I’d be willing to talk it through with him; what, exactly, it would it entail for instance? We met up at Nick’s parents house one Saturday afternoon. As well as Nick there was a guy called Bob, another called Duncan and a lady called Gwen. First of all they outlined the story — such as it was — where I as a young nymphet schoolgirl (remember I was still at school anyway) was sent on an errand to get some milk for my mother. As I left the shop I was stopped and accused of stealing the milk and forced to go back into the shop. I was threatened with the police and I pleaded with them if they didn’t have me arrested I would do anything they wanted. Consequently, I would have sex with the shopkeeper and two other men who happened to become involved. Nick would be the shopkeeper and would direct the film. Duncan and Bob would be the other two. Gwen, would be there to chaperone me. They told me I would receive a royalty for every copy of the film that was sold or rented out. To be honest I was more interested in being fucked by three men than what I would earn. ‘Right,’ said Nick, ‘Can we just discuss what you would be willing to get involved with on the sex side. Will you fuck?’ ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Wank, suck, let us spray cum on you face, breasts, let us play with your pussy, take two of us at the same time - one fucking, you sucking the other?’ ‘Yes,’ that’ll be ok,’ I thought. ‘If, at anytime, you feel uncomfortable you can halt everything straight away. Gwen will keep an eye on you. And us! OK?’ stated Nick. I was happy enough and looking forward to the experience very much. Arrangements were made to set up the film in a shop belonging to a friend of one of the participants. I was to turn up early on a Sunday morning (shops weren’t able to open on a Sunday in those days), a week later, at 9 o’clock in my school uniform (complete with navy school knickers). I could hardly sleep the night before but I was on the film ‘set’ in good time the next morning as promised. The first part of the film was the set up. The visit to the shop, The accusation of stealing etc. I was very nervous about that side of it but Nick reckoned my nervousness added to the feeling that I’d been falsely accused and was about to suffer dire consequences. Following completion of the first part we moved into the back room of the shop ready to start filming the sex part. Gwen, was lovely, she was reassuring, explained exactly what was going to happen, applied some make up to me and asked me to lower my knickers so she could just apply some special jelly to my pussy so I didn’t get too sore. ‘Duncan, I’m afraid, has got a rather large cock,’ she said, ‘ So we’ll just make sure you can take it when his time comes.’ ‘OK, thanks,’ I said. The first scene involved Nick, as I said, and he started to undress me. Off came my school jumper, then my skirt. Nick moved on to my blouse and gradually unbuttoned it exposing my breasts in my bra. He started to kiss and fondle them and gradually removed my bra. All the while I could feel Nick’s cock getting bigger and bigger. By now, just in my knickers, he undid his trousers and released his cock. It seemed bigger than ever. He thrust it at my mouth and, ever willing, I began to suck it. Nick called for the camera, operated by Gwen, to come in closer on me sucking his cock. ‘Right,’ said Nick, ‘Time to move down onto Jill’s pussy area now. Pull you knickers up quite tight, Jill, so we can see how swollen your pussy is please.’ ‘Do you want me to rub my pussy a bit to get it really swollen, Nick?’ I asked. ‘That would be good, yes please,’ he replied. I started to gently wank myself as Nick also did off camera. ‘Close up please, Gwen,’ directed Nick. I took my hand away from my pussy. Then Nick began to lick and suck my pussy through my knickers. I was aware of the other two men with their cocks out all both well engorged and, yes, Duncan’s cock did look huge! Nick moved my knicker leg to one side as he continued to lick and suck me. Gwen was still filming in close up as Nick gently presented his cock at the opening of my pussy. He slid in. Wow! It was lovely, He started to move slowly and whispered, ‘If you start to have an orgasm, Jill, just let it rip. I’ll not cum inside you so don’t worry about that. The other two are wearing condoms incidentally.’ I did as Nick said, and just started to thoroughly enjoy the whole erotic feeling. The thought of all these people watching me cum was just so exciting I just did begin cumming. ‘Gwen, close up please. I’m just going to cum on Jill knickers. Stand by,’ And woosh! out it shot. Gwen followed its spurts as best she could and then pulled back for a slightly wider view of Nick’s cum soaking into my knickers and running from my tummy and breasts. Nick took over the camera from Gwen as Bob got sucked up to full size by her. The filming restarted. I’d now removed my soaked knickers and Bob presented his condom covered cock for me to suck. I’d never, felt, touched or sucked anyone wearing a condom before so it was an interesting experience. As I was sucking Bob, Duncan appeared at the other side of me with his cock also encased in s condom. How he’d got it on was a bit of a mystery because it was so stretched on his lovely thick cock. Duncan slid his fingers, nice and gently, into my pussy hole and started to wank me. My juices were really flowing by now and as Bob prepared to enter my pussy with his cock I was asked to turn over onto all fours so Bob could enter me in that position. Another experience I’d not had before and it was gorgeous. Nick moved the camera for a close up between Bob’s legs looking up and his cock pounding away at my pussy. I was aware, however, that the feeling of the rubber condom wasn’t a sensitive as the bare flesh of a naked cock. Duncan had moved up to be near my face and presented his gorgeous cock for my to suck. Again a close up for Nick to film. The penetration of one cock in my pussy and one cock in my mouth was more than enough to make me cum again. I couldn’t help but squeal (very hard to do with cock filling your mouth!). We carried on like that for a while then were asked to change positions. Duncan lay down on the bed we were using with his cock pointing skywards and, with Gwen’s help, I was lowered slowly on to it. It took quite a while to do so because, as Gwen said, ‘we don’t want you torn.’ I have to say it was both pleasurable and a bit painful but eventually I got enough of his cock buried in my pussy that I could start to work myself on it. More close up work from Nick then back to a longer shot. Bob, meanwhile, had moved his cock up towards my face and, having now removed his condom asked me to suck it. I did. My pussy beautifully impaled on Duncan’s cock was really, really enjoying itself. As I got nearer and nearer my orgasm I started to sink lower and lower onto his cock. And I came. Wow! Did I cum. Loads of my girl spunk dribbled out of me as I couldn’t bear to finish my cum and kept riding him. Eventually, it subsided and I eased myself off Duncan’s fantastic cock with Gwen’s help. I couldn’t help but notice that she, too was now naked. Strange I thought. Maybe she was having a wank. Duncan took off his condom so now I had two cocks to suck. Sucking and wanking them in turn I could tell both the guys were getting close to cumming. And, absorbed as I was with the prospect of two lots of cum squirting on to me I was astonished to feel someone licking my pussy. Nick was definitely holding the camera as he homed in on the two cocks and my sucking mouth so it must be Gwen. Whatever, it was very nice. Soothing after all the heavy traffic it had been subject too recently. Gwen circled on my clitoris as I sucked on the two cocks and, not surprisingly, I came once more. It was lovely but I couldn’t fully enjoy it as I had a job to finish. Bob was marginally first. He splattered his spunk on my mouth and some on my forehead. I was happy enough to clean the spunk from the head of his spent cock but I couldn’t manage to swallow all his cum. Duncan started his final throes. Out his spunk spurted, bursting out at speed and in great quantity. Most of it was spayed onto my breasts but, again, I quite liked licking the residue spunk off the end of his cock. And that was it. The three boys did some extra bits of filming supposedly of their faces as they came then we all got dressed. ‘Is your pussy ok, Jill?’ asked Gwen. ‘I think so,’ I replied. ‘Just rub a little bit of this lubricant into it now and I think you’ll not be too bad. And by the way, just give me your knickers and I’ll wash them for you so you won’t have explain how you’ve got Nick’s spunk on them,’ said Gwen. I asked whether I’d ever get to see the film and they said that they’d try and arrange that. They told me that two separate films would be created from the film we had made today. One would be edited in such a way that you’d never see cocks, pussies and spunk and this would be for the stag film market whilst the other film would find its way onto the pornography market. ‘I’ll get your knickers back to you when we see you next. OK?’ said Gwen. I left them then and I must say it was the most sex I’d ever had in one day. And the greatest sex I’d ever had too! A couple of weeks later I got a call from Nick to tell me that the film was ready to be viewed if I still wanted to do that. ‘Yes, please,’ I replied. Nick lived in a nearby town so the discussion led to where to meet. My mum and dad where going out for the evening in a couple of days time so Nick arranged to borrow a car and call on me with projector in tow. I would provide the white wall to project onto courtesy of my bedroom. I mentioned to my parents that Nick, who was their nephew, was popping in to see me so all was set. Nick arrived and quickly set up the projector in my room. Loaded the film and got ready to run it. ‘Nearly forgot, Jill,’ he said, and handed me a brown paper package. Inside I found the navy blue school knickers that I’d worn for the film. ‘Thanks, Nick. And Gwen of course.’ ‘Actually,’ said Nick, ‘Gwen was so taken with your knickers she wore them on a few occasions. Hope you don’t mind. I mentioned how they had played an important part in our sex education if you remember.’ ‘Of course I do. And I’m quite excited by Gwen wearing them,’ I said. Nick started the film. It was amazing. Watching myself taking three large cocks (one rather extra large) in my hands, my mouth and my pussy was just so very erotic my pussy just juiced up. I reached across to Nick’s jeans and, sure enough, he felt exactly the same it would appear. I opened his flies and extracted his cock. It was well excited. Not to be outdone Nick reached under my skirt, slipped his hand down my knickers and started rubbing my pussy. As the film reached its climax (me taking spunk from both Bob and Duncan) we also reached our individual climaxes. Nick’s spunk flew out from his cock and landed on the carpet (bit of cleaning required there I thought) whilst I just had an unbelievable cum on Nick’s fingers and hand. As Nick was leaving I thanked him for so many unbelievable experiences. Our sexual education together, the film and finally our mutual masturbation that evening. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I should be thanking you, Jill, You’ve been brilliant and who knows where we’ll all go next? But I hope it’s going to be as exciting as the journey we’ve both been on so far.’ ‘You can say that again,’ I replied.

Hi, my name is Pru (or Prudence to give me my Sunday name) though I use a totally different name when I’m acting. I was recently reacquainted with some former work colleagues with whom I’d spent several weeks in the 1960s working on a couple of well known films. The films featured a lot of us girl actors cavorting around in school uniforms consisting of gymslip, white blouse and tie, black stockings and suspenders and navy blue school knickers. To be honest we all had quite a bit of fun together at the time and it was lovely to meet up with Wendy, Mary and Emma again and chat about former times. In particular I recalled an end-of-production party which became a rather raucous get-together after the main party had finished and involved a few us getting together with some crew and cast members and which was extremely exciting experience for all. Anyway, the three former colleagues I met up with had not been around for that particular ‘event’ but it prompted reference to school uniforms and school knickers which they all reckoned had, subsequently, played a very significant part in sex games with their partners. Although they didn’t go into details the looks on their faces (particularly on Wendy’s!) seem to indicate something very special in their lives. And so it was to me too. In the early 1980s I won a role in a film that involved a certain amount of, implied, sexual interaction in bed. In that era it wasn’t anything like as graphic as sex on film is these days but I was to be in bed with a fellow actor with both of us being, supposedly, ‘nude’. I was topless but my breasts wouldn’t be seen properly on film whereas Mike was to be completely naked because towards the end of the scene his back and the top of his buttocks would be seen. It was a closed set with a minimal amount of crew. Both Mike and I appeared on set in dressing gowns with me having put on a pair of my old navy blue school knickers (which I’d saved from the 1960s’ films). It was a tip I’d been given by a very well-known film actress who told me she always wore a pair for her ‘sex’ scenes because they made her feel ‘safe’ and would be a turn-off to whoever you were acting with. I took her advice readily. When the director was ready he asked Mike to get into the bed first which he did, discarding his dressing gown once he was in. I wasn’t too inhibited in those days and took off my dressing gown, exposing my breasts and knickers, and also got into bed. The scene was supposed to be set after we’d had a passionate sex session and we were ‘relaxing’ after our ‘lovemaking’ entwined in each other arms. So, naturally we got ready to cuddle up together when Mike whispered, ‘Sorry, Pru!’. Initially, I didn’t know what he was on about but as he took me in his arms I felt the hardest, hard-on I’d ever felt in my life!! Wow! It felt gigantic and so, so rigid. “Sorry, Pru. I can’t help it,’ he whispered again. ‘It’s ok,’ I whispered back. But I was so intrigued I slipped my hand down to touch this wonderful cock. It was as solid I thought but Mike said, ‘Careful,’ under his breath, ‘I don’t want it to go off in your hand!’ I carefully extracted my hand but remained totally curious about the whole situation. When we finished the filming Mike said ‘You’d better leave first, Pru. I’ll give myself a moment or two to ‘relax’.’ I totally understood what he meant - and needed. It’s going to take a bit of time to deflate that totally pumped up cock of his I reckoned. I returned to my trailer and changed in my costume ready for the next scene; went into make-up then thought I should see how Mike was and see if he knew why what happened happened. I knocked on his trailer door. ‘Come in,’ he shouted, ’Hi Pru. I’m so embarrassed by what just happened. I’m really, really sorry.’ ‘It was absolutely fine, Mike. I wasn’t upset by it at all. Just intrigued. Have you any idea why it did happen?’ I replied. ‘I think it was seeing you in your navy school knickers,’ he added. ‘It’s always been a bit of a problem of mine from way back in my school days. Perhaps I can explain, and apologise, by buying you dinner tonight.’ ‘Thank you,’ I replied, ‘I’d like that, Mike.’ Mike booked a table in very nice restaurant in the village where we both had rented flats. Mike was already there when I arrived and once we’d got settled, ordered and, more especially, had a glass or two of wine the subject turned to todays events. ‘So, what do you think happened, Mike, to get such an amazing reaction from your cock?’ I brazenly asked. ‘To be totally honest, Pro, I’m not completely sure. I haven’t had such a reaction with my cock for years but once I glimpsed you in your navy blue school knicks and cuddled up against you I just was aware how rampant my cock was getting,’ he replied. ‘I’ve never had a problem like that for years as I said. Neither have I tried to fully understand why it happened like it did. Maybe, I need to get some sort of therapy?’ ‘I don’t think you need to do that. I took it as a huge compliment actually. It certainly got my juices flowing I can tell you,’ I informed him, ‘Is it something that has happened in your past that brings it on perhaps?’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘It might well be.’ And he proceeded to tell me his story whilst we ate our dinners. ‘When I was about 14 and at school. It would have been in the 1960s,’ he began,’ and you’ll probably remember this yourself, it was quite common for girls to swan around in their school knickers when they were doing games, Netball, hockey, PE or whatever. Although it was just accepted as the norm it always used to trigger a certain amount of intrigue with us boys as to what the thick, navy blue, cotton knickers contained or hid from view. But, although it was there right in front of our eyes there was never anything that us boys could or would do about it. ‘One day at the end of one of the boy’s games sessions I was asked by the sports teacher to gather up all the equipment we’d been using and put it in the walk-in games cupboard in the school gym. Not expecting anyone to be around I was a little non-plussed when I opened the door to the cupboard and there was a lot of shuffling about. I then noticed that there were three girls dressed ready for their own games lesson dressed in navy knickers and a pale blue aertex shirt. Judging by the smell of it, I think they must have been smoking. ‘Hi,’ they said, ‘And who are you?’ They seemed to be a year or so older than me. I said my name was Mike and asked them what they’re up to? ‘Nothing,’ they said ,‘But that might change.’ They sort of crowded in on me and said, ‘Do you like what you see? Three girls in their knickers?’ I didn’t know what to say. ‘Well, it looks like you do quite like what you’re seeing judging by the bulge in your shorts.’ I hadn’t noticed until that point that I was beginning to get quite an erection. ‘Now, that’s impressive already,’ one the girls said, ‘I wonder how big it would get if I was to show you what’s beneath my knickers. Would you like to me to show you my pussy?’ The thought of that rather hardened my cock even more and when she walked right up to me and pulled down her knickers to give me a view of her fairly hair free pussy my cock grew bigger and harder than it had ever been before. Pulling her knickers back up the girl then said, ‘Well, I’ve shown you mine so don’t you think you should show me what’s under your shorts. Judging by the size of your bulge whatever it is looks rather excited,’ she teased. Before I knew what was happening one of the other girls had gone round behind me and pulled my shorts down to expose my huge hard-on. ‘Wow!’ all the girls said, ‘Look at the size of that! Can we touch it, please?’ I didn't know where to put myself. I couldn’t exactly run away with such a rampant appendage, I tried to cover it up but that wasn’t much good either and, anyway, they just prised my hands away and got themselves very, very close to the rampant thing then reached out to touch it. Three pairs of lovely, soft, teenage girl’s hands on my cock all gathered round me in their gorgeous navy knickers was just too much for me and I ejaculated. My cum shot out of my cock and the girls quickly took evasive action though not quite quick enough in one case and she received quite a dollop of my hot sticky spunk. It landed right on the front of her knickers. She didn’t turn a hair, slipped off her knickers, giving me another view of a slightly hairy pussy all puffed up and slightly open it seemed, and sucked the cum off the knickers. She popped them back on as if it was an everyday occurrence. ‘That should dry pretty quickly I think. Hope so anyway,’ she said. And that was it. But every time I saw one of those girls around the school they used to say, ‘Hello, Mike, how you doing?’ and I got an almost immediate erection as I remembered our meeting in the games cupboard. I think they were well aware of the effect it was having on me too.’ ‘So, there it is Pru,’ he said, ‘I’m pretty sure that that is the underlying cause behind the reaction I get to navy school knickers. Do you think that’s likely?’ ‘Oh, I think that that’s definitely likely, Mike.’ I replied, ‘But I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I can’t see it happening very often and my apologies for causing you the problem today. There’s nothing wrong with your reaction. Granted it could be embarrassing in the wrong circumstance but most of the time it’ll happen behind closed doors. And, anyway, it was the most amazing erected cock I’ve ever come across in my life. I’d really, really like to see it again actually, only closer this time. Would you indulge me in that? And, if you’re interested, I’m presently wearing a lovely, fresh pair of my navy blue school knickers just in case we ended up back in my flat later.’ ‘That sounds very interesting and my cock is already twitching a bit! And thank you for being so understanding,’ he said. My flat wasn’t too far away so that’s where we headed. ‘Would you like a glass of wine whilst we get ourselves settled,’ I asked when we got there. ‘That would be lovely, thanks,’ he replied. I disappeared into the kitchen to get a glass of wine each and took the opportunity to strip down to my school knickers whilst putting on a white blouse, that I’d got ready before I went out, to keep myself a bit warmer. When I reappeared in the sitting room Mike gave a gasp! ‘Wow!’ he said, ‘That’s very very sexy, Pru. You little minx.’ I smiled and sat down next to Mike on the settee and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my knickers whilst I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock straining, as it was, against the constraints of his trousers. ‘Why don’t you slip your trousers off, Mike. It must be a bit uncomfortable for you,’ I said. He eagerly did as I suggested and there, in all its full glory, was his very, very solid, circumcised cock. ‘That’s amazing!’ I said, ‘May I touch it please?’ ‘OK, but be careful I don’t want to cum too soon and, unfortunately, when its in this state its likely to be rather sensitive I think,’ he replied. ‘It looks it!’ I exclaimed. I very carefully wrapped my hand round his cock fairly well down the shaft avoiding, for the moment, the more sensitive areas further up! Even holding and squeezing it down there I could see from Mike’s expression that he was trying to hold back his cum. ‘Are you getting a bit excited, darling,’ I asked. ‘I think I’m ok for a little while,’ he replied. ‘OK, then I think we’ll put you and your gorgeous cock out of it’s misery,’ I stated. I stood up facing Mike, pulled the leg of my knickers to one side and, being as juiced up as I was, slid my self down onto his very swollen cock. I sat there for a few moments savouring the feel of his rock hard cock stretching my vagina as it had never been stretched before. I started to move slowly and gently but felt that Mike was very near his climax. And a couple of quite gentle moves by me was all it took. He absolutely exploded inside me and I felt every gorgeous spasm. ‘I’m so, so sorry,’ he said. ‘Don’t worry,’ I replied, ‘The night is young. Lets go to bed and see if I can arouse that sleeping giant again. What do you think?’ ‘I thinks that’s odds on frankly,’ replied Mike. As we snuggled up in my bed I deliberately rubbed my knickered pussy and backside against Mike’s cock and sure enough within a very few minutes it started to harden once more. He was obviously very aware of the feeling of my knickers against he enlarging member but also let his hands wander over them too. A few moments later I pulled my knickers slightly away from my tummy and encouraged him to get his hand and fingers into and onto my pussy and clit. His touch was so very gentle that I could feel myself getting very quickly worked up. By now Mike’s cock was rock hard again and almost seemed ‘glued’ against his abdomen it was so pumped up. I slipped off my knickers and mounted him. As I said I was already quite excited and it took no time at all for me to have my first, explosive, orgasm with him. Mike waited a few moments then started to move in order to take his cock out of my pussy.’Not quite so quick, mister!’ I stated. ‘I’m almost ready for another cum!’ So Mike started to slowly start fucking me again. It was absolutely mind-blowing the feeling of that throbbing, rock hard cock poking around in my pussy hole. And I came again. And so did Mike a couple of moments later. Phew! We rested a bit. Then I took my lovely soft navy knickers and gently started to teasingly rub Mike’s cock with them. As I expected he rather liked that, or should I say his cock did, and we were soon fucking away once again. I had another gorgeous cum but Mike just couldn’t quite manage a third cum inside me so I sucked and rubbed his lovely cock (with my knickers) until he came all over them. And so began our fabulous, sexy relationship which endures to this day I’m pleased to say. Plenty of navy blue knicker work when required and sometimes my full schoolgirl costume for very special occasions. It was a sex life of total bliss. For both of us.

It was quite a surprise when Amanda called me; much more surprising to find that she was drunk and stranded. She needed a ride home. Now maybe I’m a pushover and I need to be more assertive, but it’s just not in me to leave an old friend deserted in any downtown area in the middle of the night—even if downtown is a half-hour away, it’s the middle of the night, I have work in a few hours and the person I’m picking up is a manipulative, over-bearing prude of an ex-girlfriend. “Stay there, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I explain the situation to my girlfriend as I get out of bed and start to get dressed. She isn’t happy about it, but she knows that there is no lingering interest in my mind for Amanda. I get in the car and get on the highway. She’s much drunker than I thought, and much thinner than I remember, though her breasts haven’t suffered, she certainly isn’t bothering to hide them anymore. The dress she is wearing is low-cut and supportive; they’re practically bursting out of her blouse. My cock twitches in spite of myself. She stumbles towards the car from the curb and struggles momentarily before hauling herself into the backseat of my girlfriend’s Taurus. Shutting the door she falls over sideways on the seat, her dress hiking high up her thigh and her breasts barely contained by her bra. “Thank you…..soooo much,” she manages to slur. “No problem,” I say shortly, “Buckle up.” “Yeshur,” she says, with a half-hearted attempt to give an ironic salute from her position lying in the back seat, legs strewn hither and thither around the passenger door. She sits up and one of her dress shoulder straps fall revealing a black lace bra. She reaches for the seat belt over her shoulder, spreading her legs as she did so. I forced myself to turn and look back through the front windshield and signal to merge back onto Fourth St., but not before I was brought to half-mast by my momentary pondering whether or not she shaves these days. “You know you were the best boyfriend I ever had,” she said as I pull out on the freeway. Don’t care, is what I thought, “Mmm-hmm” is what I said. “I would give anything to have you back.” “The only thing you’re ever going to get from me sweetheart is fucked in the ass,” it was meant as an insult, to shut her up. “Ok,” was what she said. From the back seat I hear her shifting around a few seconds later a pair of panties hit the rearview mirror. “This ass?” she asks, I glance in the mirror and she has unbuckled, pulled her dress up over her ass and bent over the back seat so that I can see her asshole between her spread cheeks and the tuft of brown hair between her legs that was her pussy. And in that instant I could smell how wet and hot she was. I became rock hard. “Sit down!” I said loudly. She ran her hand up and down between her crack, laughing, knowing that it would only infuriate me. “Sit down and buckle up!” I said firmly. “Fine,” she said, sighing. She sat down and buckled up, making a show of being disappointed. But I could still smell her pussy. She had always been a wet one, and soon after she sat down I could smell her wetness as it seeped through her dress, ran down her crack and soaked her asshole. My hand instinctively pressed my crotch. Finally we get to her apartment. She gets out and slams the door, I watch her—admittedly almost hoping for another slip of the skirt—telling myself that it’s because I want to make sure she gets inside. Ironically enough this is a reasonable worry. She stood at the door for some minutes before beginning to bend and look around the door and in the bushes along the path. I turned off the engine, locked the doors and walked up to her. “Do you have your keys?” “YES!” she said vehemently. “Where are they?” “I don’t know!” “Then you don’t have them, do you?” “Fuck you,” she said evenly. I walked back to the car and looked in the back, they weren’t there. No keys on the path, along the path, next to the door, or, as far as I could see, in the bushes. I walked back up to her, she was leaning against the door for support by now. “Do you have a spare set?” “Duh.” “Where is it?” She leaned over, apparently to look under the mat, but stumbled. I grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from falling, but she promptly went limp. Sighing to myself I propped her against the wall and start looking for the spare set. After searching for some time I came up empty handed. Hoping silently to myself that she has reliably found her own apartment I break a hole in a window large enough to get the latch, climb inside and open the door. Five minutes later I drop her on her bed and she wakes up, she needs to vomit again. I lead her to the bathroom and she pukes in the toilet. She rinses her mouth and I lead her back to her bedroom. I decide to stay a few minutes to make sure she doesn’t need to puke again and start unconsciously checking for signs of a boyfriend in her room. Looking back at the bed my cock goes rigid again. Lying on her stomach, her legs spread apart, her pussy was perfectly visible. God she was wet, she’d only been lying like that for a minute or two and already there was a wet patch growing from her crotch. There was a splotch on the ass of her dress and her crack was glistening with the wetness of her pussy. Knowing that she was completely passed out and egged on by her challenge in the backseat of the car I sat at the edge of the bed and carefully lifted her dress to see her crotch more clearly. I could feel a wet spot of my own in my pants when I saw how wet her pussy was. It was drenched; I could see her juices literally dripping off her clitoris and onto the bed sheet. I noticed that hadn’t shaved and it made me want even more to bury my face into her snatch. Hers was the kind of pussy that just the right amount of fuzz makes it look naughty. Abandoning all pretense I took two fingers and slid them slowly into her pussy, glorying in the feel of her warm tightness. She moaned softly in her doze and I could feel her pushing her ass instinctively toward me. Emboldened I added a third finger and rubbed her G-spot slowly. When I felt her shudder with the pleasure I pulled my fingers out and then rammed them home. The resultant orgasm sent her cum spurting around my fingers and up my forearm, wetting the inside of her spread thighs and enlargening the damp patch of bed spread beneath her crotch. I retracted my fingers and leaned over her, worried that she might be waking up. When I was assured that she was still out cold, I went over to the nightstand and unplugged her phone from the wall. Taking the cord I gently but firmly tied her hands together and then to the bedpost. If she was going to cheat on me with a womanizing bastard, then I was going to take what I never got out of our relationship. I walked around the bed and grabbed her ankles pulling her legs diagonally across the bed, and stretching her arms taut against her bonds. I took off my shirt and propped her up on her knees so that her face was in the pillow, ass in the air and legs spread wide. I took a moment to drink in the sight of her tied up like this, her back arched, thighs open, pussy dripping wet and ass spread wide and vulnerable. I reveled for a moment in the ecstasy of what was to come, something denied me for so long. I leaned forward and, starting with her crotch, took my tongue and ran it slowly and firmly from the clit up into her pussy, pausing to savor her hot, wet, taste, and then up over her taint to her asshole. There I stopped gently licking around her brown hole, enjoying the salty, sweaty scent of her ass, and enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks pressing against my face. Pulling my face up I spit on her asshole and watched it drip down to her pussy where it joined her cum and began dripping slowly from her cunt. Completely giving myself over I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, shoving my face between them and thrust my tongue as deep into her ass as it would go. I wanted to devour it, eat her asshole until there was no more. I could hear her moaning again. It seemed she was enjoying this. Fine with me. It’s time to find out what a real slut she was. I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, hoping vaguely that it might wake her up, but mostly for the simple pleasure of hearing the sound of her ass being spanked while my tongue was inside her. I bent down further to taste her pussy again, plunging my tongue between her lips, my nose between her ass-cheeks, the smell of her asshole mixed with my saliva making me hungrier. I buried my face into her crotch, giving myself to the sweaty, salty, heavy taste of her pussy and the smell of saliva on her crack. She was moaning heavier now and I felt her hips bobbing against my face, fucking my tongue with her pussy. Pulling back I watched her ass straining backwards, yearning to orgasm again. Her pussy was now flowing freely with her cum and my spit, her entire crack shining with wetness. I spit again on her ass and watched it slide faster now over her asshole, onto her pussy, and then onto the sheet. I put my hand under her crotch and caught some of her warm cum on my hand, wetting it. I then stood and smacked her ass. Hard. I heard her moan a little. I spanked her again. She gasped. I wanted deeply to take my pants off and shove my cock inside her, but I decided that was to wait until she woke up, and in the meantime I would enjoy her body as she enjoyed her lover’s. I left her there on the bed and went to the kitchen, cock rock hard. Searching aimlessly through the kitchen I found an empty beer bottle. I returned to the room and searched her drawers for some lube. What I found was fairly astonishing: in the bed stand were three dildos, a strap on, what looked like a half-gallon of oil and an anal plug with a horse tail. I looked from her to the dildos and back again. She was REALLY holding back with me. I grabbed the oil and shut the drawer. First I lubed her ass inside and out--damn her asshole was tight--my cock pulsed at the thought of brutally fucking her lovely pink hole. I then thoroughly covered the beer bottle, neck to base, in oil. I spent several seconds just rubbing her brown spot with the bottle’s mouth and then began to push it farther and farther in. Soon the entire neck was in her ass. She was now breathing heavily, I began to fuck her harder with the bottle . I spanked her and she gasped. I shoved the bottle up her shit-hole hard, as far as it would go and her cunt spasmed, sending come spraying over my lap. Her head lifted off the pillow and she groaned in pleasure. She was definitely awake now Turning around she looked at me then at the bottle buried in her ass. I smiled. She was still drunk so it took her a moment to process who I was, what I was doing and that she was half naked, with a beer bottle shoved up her ass. But given all that she still seemed a little hesitant, I suspected that she’d been up to much dirtier shenanigans since I dumped her. Finally she seemed to snap out of it. She tried to close her legs and sit up, managing to say, very slowly, almost as if she were bored, “What d’you think yer doing, maaan?” God she was drunk. I grabbed her by the knees to prevent her from closing her legs. She pulled in vain against the telephone cord that tethered her bound wrists to the bedpost. “What the fuck, Robby!” she said, more earnestly now. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Amanda?” I said. “What…you think…” I grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back wards and at the same time reached up her dress and squeezed her left breast hard beneath her bra to emphasize my point. “I’m going to have my way with you, Amanda,” I said looking straight into her now watering eyes, “And from what I’ve seen in your drawer I think you’re going to like it in spite of yourself.” She shook her head at this, “No, Robby…don’t.” “You see,” I said, releasing her hair and tit, and moving behind her more, “I have this feeling that you weren’t entirely truthful during our relationship.” I stood up to look around for the oil and noticed the bottle had come out of her ass. She must have pushed it out. The oil was on the floor next to the bed, I leaned down to pick it up and caught sight of something under the bed. Reaching under the bed I pulled out a long string of large anal beads. “You have been a naughty girl haven’t you?” “What?” she said tiredly, pulling again at her bonds. I waved the beads in front of her face. “Naughty, I said.” “Those….aren’t mine.” “Mm-hmm,” I said and returned to her ass, oil in hand. “You lied to me, holding back your naughtiness while we were having sex, didn't you?” She shook her head violently. “I don’t believe you,” I said and squirted some oil on her asshole, spreading it with my fingers. “No! Don’t!” she said loudly trying to pull away again, I held her firmly. “I will have the truth one way or another, Mandy darling.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she said angrily. I pushed two fingers into her ass, “The fact that you’re a dirty little whore,” I noticed that she was trying to hide the shuddering pleasure she received from my fingers being shoved up her behind. “Maybe I should prove it to you.” I took up the rope of anal beads and covered them thoroughly in oil. She saw what I was doing and tried to turn on her side, I calmly forced her to roll back over onto her stomach and used her bathrobes’ belts to hold her legs apart, tying her left foot to the head board and her right knee to the frame. “ROB DON’T!” she exclaimed. “Well,” I said, “we can’t have any of that," and taking my shirt from the floor, I tied it around her head, gagging her. “No use trying to deny it, Amanda. I know the kind of things you’re into. You should have seen the way you came with that bottle in your ass while you slept. I’ve never seen you so wet. It’s time you fessed up.” I took the first bead and slid it easily into Amanda’s asshole, watching her flesh swallow it up. I lied down on my side over her back, face to face with her spread open crack. I pushed another bead inside her I heard her cry out into my t-shirt. Each bead was really a golfball and each was larger than the next, the last was the size of a billiard. I inserted a third and a fourth in, her pleas growing evermore desperate, her pussy growing wet again. “You see,” I said, rubbing her pussy, making her body tremble, “like it or not, your body wants to be abused. You’re body is a filthy slut.” I stood and lifted her ass off the bed so that she was bent over, her arms stretched out again. I took the fourth ball in my hand and pressed against her rosy little hole. I could feel her resisting, I pressed harder. She shook her head, I slapped her ass and wrapped my arm around her thighs and shoved the ball up her ass. She screamed into the gag. She was panting pulling at the telephone cord again, her ass shook back and forth in frustration, and I knew that the needs of her body were taking over the desires of her mind. I reached forward and untied her gag. She did not cry out. “What are you Amanda?” She looked back at me, tears of pain in her eyes not saying anything. I pressed my rigid cock against the final bead hanging from her ass. “Oh god,” she said breathlessly, “I’m a filthy little whore.” “And what do you want?” “I want you to use me.” “Use you?” “I want you to fuck my ass and my mouth. I want you to eat my cunt and my asshole. I want you to cum all over my tits and mouth, I want you to use me to pleasure yourself. I want to be your fuck slave, your little wh—“ While she was talking I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard cock, and as she spoke I forced the last ball into her ass and shoved my cock in her pussy. Her words were cut short as her orgasm exploded through her body, I could feel her juices splash against my crotch and all over her backside. They were running down her thighs and I could feel them flowing over my balls and into my own crack. Her body was trembling. I slowly pulled my cock out of her snatch until only the head was still inside her, I grabbed the back of her dress and forcefully pulled her body against mine as I rammed t inside her again. I started to fuck her like that, over and over again, pulling slowly out and then thrusting back in. “Oh god yes, fuck me Rob, FUCK ME!” “That’s right slut. Take that big cock in your pussy. You like being fucked when your with toys up your ass?” “YES! FUCK ME! PLEASE GOD FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!” “What are you Amanda?” “I’M A FILTHY SLUT!” "Whose?" "YOURS! GOD FUCK YOUR FILTHY WHORE!" Every time I slammed into her pussy she would cum. Over and over again her cum squirt from her crotch and all over my balls and her ass. She was soaking the bed, the hot smell was driving me wild. I fucked her faster and faster, making her cum more and more until I could feel myself getting close. When I could hold on no more, I threw her over on her side, and pinned her down against the ropes holding her to the bed. “Open your mouth,” I commanded. She obeyed and I slid my cock down her throat, fucking her face. I could hear my wet balls slapping against her chin as she sucked her own cum off my thick shaft. Pulling my cock out of her mouth I said, “Beg me for my cum.” “Oh god PLEASE! Give me your cum! Please I need your cum! I want to taste it!” And with that I exploded all over that pretty little face of hers. She licked her lips greedily and I allowed her to suck the rest out of my cock before releasing her hands so that she could wipe the cum off her cheeks and neck and lick it from her fingers. “You are to completely clean up after yourself,” I said, standing, when she had finished, and indicating my crotch. She obeyed, using her tongue she cleaned my thighs, my shaft, my balls and my ass of all her cum. “Now—“ I was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone jingle. Looking at her curiously and seeing her surprise and guilt as if she were hiding something, I walked over to where her purse was hanging and pulled out her phone. The text message read, “Mistress, I would just like to please confirm our appointment for tonight.” I looked at Amanda sitting on the floor, hair disheveled, wrists red from her bonds, eyes thoroughly shamed by her base desires, and smiled. I sent, “Of course, what time will you be here?” Part two in progress

Hi, my real name is Romy Benson. I’m a pretty successful actor who you would probably know by my stage name (but I’m not going to divulge that here!). Prior to getting married and, I hasten to add, since, I’ve always had a varied and exciting sex life. These days I’m still a fairly tall, blond haired woman with good sized, natural, breasts, a good figure and a shaved pussy. For much of my time as a actor I tended to be cast as a femme fatale in the films I made. Films that I had started making in in the 1960s. My interest in sex really started when I was about teens. One Saturday morning in the 1950s I was at home whilst my parents had gone out to visit my gran. The only other person in the house was my brother, Joe, who was just over a year older than me. I was doing my homework downstairs when I hit a snag. I needed a ruler and I’d left mine at school. I knew my brother probably had one and popped up to his bedroom to borrow one. He mustn’t have heard me coming up the stairs and opening his bedroom door because there was an immediate rustling, some bed-creaking and a moan. He was lain on his tummy when I entered. ’What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ he shouted, ‘This is my room and you’re not allowed in here!’ That was news to me. It had never been out of bounds to me before. I was a bit non-plussed. I apologised and told him what I’d come up for. ‘Anyway,’ I asked, ‘what were you doing that was so private?’ Then I noticed something. He appeared to be laying on something navy. I recognised what it was immediately. ‘What are you doing with my school knickers?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know what you mean they’re not your school knickers,’ he replied as he tucked the item further under his body. ‘Go on Joe I’d love to know what you’re up to that’s so secretive. Is it naughty? I won’t tell anyone if it is. Honest. I’m just curious,’ I said. Joe seemed to be turning it over in his mind, ’Well, if you really won’t mention it to anyone else. And, remember, a promise is a promise. OK? I’ll tell you. I was just having a wank,’ he stated. ‘What’s a wank?’ I asked. ‘It’s what boys do by rubbing their cocks for a while,’ he replied. This was such a mystery to me. Odd sounding words and funny references I hadn’t got any idea about. I knew boys referred to their penis as a cock sometimes but I hadn’t seen a penis since Joe and I used to be bathed together when we were very young. From my recollection his ‘cock’ was a floppy little flap of skin in between his legs. ‘Can I watch you ‘wank’ then?’ I asked. ‘It’s a bit rude. And it might shock you too. So are you sure?’ he replied. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m very sure.’ And with that reassurance from me he turned over onto his back. What I saw was amazing. Joe’s penis was sticking straight up. Far, far bigger that I ever remember it. It was also very, very pink. Even quite red in places. I came forward to get a closer look. Then I did indeed see my navy school knickers on the bed. ‘What are you using my knickers for? And where did you get them?’ I asked non-confrontationally. ‘I often find your, used, knickers left around the place. You’re not the tidiest person in the world and, some time ago, I just wondered what it would feel like to rub my cock with them. I’ve been wanking with them for ages now. I just have to be careful I don’t get cum on them!’ he informed me. ‘What’s come? I asked. ‘Ah,’ replied Joe, ‘It’s spelled c. u. m.,’ he explained, ‘And it’s the stuff that comes out of my cock when I have an orgasm. But before we get into what an orgasm is etc. I should probably demonstrate.’ He started to rub his cock. I got even closer to him. I was fascinated. And sure enough he started to rub it with my knickers. After only a few minutes he said, ‘Stand by I’m about to cum. Step back a little ‘cos the spunk that comes out sometimes flies into the air and, although it’s not dangerous, it can leave a bit of a stain sometimes.’ I did as he asked and not before time. Joe closed his eyes very tightly, threw aside my navy knickers and started to ‘cum’ (As I’d been informed). And what a sight it was to see too. All that cum shooting out and Joe’s obvious enjoyment of it gave me a funny feeling in my ‘tuppy’ area (as my mum called it). Gradually, Joe, who had sort of flopped back onto his bed, started to regain control of himself. ‘There,’ he said, ‘That’s a boy cumming. What did you think?’ ‘Frankly, Joe,’ I replied, ‘That was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen. Can you do it again for me, please?’ ‘It’s not as simple as that I’m afraid,’ he informed me, ‘I need a little bit of time to build up my spunk again. But if you really want to watch it again I’ll let you know when I’m going to do it.’ I was thrilled. And so began my interest in sex. Over the next few of months, until Joe went off to university, we had hundreds of sex sessions. He eventually let me wank him lots of times (often with my navy blue knickers), I once licked his cock after he came and tasted his spunk. It was nice and I did it a few more times after that. Furthermore, he started to instruct me how girls could also have cums by stroking their ‘tuppies’. I always did that with my knickers on, even in front of Joe, I just felt very self-conscious about him seeing my pussy. But I did discover that I got the most enjoyment by stroking my pussy slowly and gently after making sure that I had lubricated it before I started if I wasn’t moist enough. When I was in my laterteens I regularly got dates with guys from my school class or school year. I had, by then fairly good sized breasts, with a slim but quite curvy figure. Dates usually involved a visit to the cinema where, because it was dark, the guys thought it was open season to grope me. In some ways I didn’t mind because my fascination was with their cocks. Firstly, though I had to let them squeeze my breasts then start to rummage under my skirt. To make things easier for them I never wore any knickers (which they did seem to find particularly tricky to negotiate their way past without my help!). But in every case they tended to be get themselves so excited that they ended up almost ‘attacking’ my pussy. Never moistening their fingers before trying to get entry into my pussy hole and they never, ever found my clitoris! I always needed to fake an orgasm as soon as I could. Of course they thought to themselves how brilliant they were at bringing me to an instant orgasm whereas I just wanted them to leave, what was a very sensitive part of my anatomy, alone. More often than not, they scratched me down there and it took me quite a while to recover. But the bit I liked best of all was wanking them. I guess, with all my past experience with Joe’s cock, it meant I could usually get the guy to spunk within seconds! Depending how much they’d hurt me with their cack-handed assault on my pussy resulted in me spraying their spunk in the worst place (all over the front of their trousers or on their jumper. ‘Sorry!’) or into my hand, then on to my handkerchief if they’d been not too bad. I never saw these dates more than once anyway. My parents came into a bit of inheritance money and thought it would be a good idea to send me to an all girl’s boarding school, a fair distance away, for the Sixth Form years of my schooling. So at the beginning of the next school year I found myself ensconced at St Winifred’s School For Girls. I have to say it was a bit of a shock to my system to have been in a mixed sex school and then, within weeks, to a school only full of girls. After, initially, having problems settling in (a not unusual experience according to Matron) I started to make friends with a few of the girls - mainly the full time boarders like myself. Six of us shared a dorm on the top floor of the school building and after lights out used to chatter about lots of things but mainly centred around boys and sex. As I had just come from a school half-full of boys I quickly became the centre of attention. I didn’t go into a lot of details at first mainly because I didn’t know them that well but one particular incident occurred and really broke the ice! One night the girls were talking about orgasms (We all had a good, quiet wank when we settled down after lights out). Margie, was a lovely, fairly tall and large chested girl who was very popular with us all. One night she asked us, ‘When you have a cum does cum actually come out of your pussy?’ ‘What do you mean, Margie? I get pretty wet with some juices but that’s natural I think,’ I replied. ’No,’ she said, ‘it’s like a white, sticky stuff that comes out of me.’ We were all intrigued. ‘Shall I show you?’ she asked. The consensus of opinion was that she should. ‘OK,’ she said. Margie sat up on her bed’s headboard, pulled up her nightie and pulled down her bottle green school knickers. (We all had to wear our knickers at night in case we had to suddenly leave the building in case of fire or something). A couple of the girls had torches which they shone on Margie’s slightly hairy pussy whilst she started to wank herself. She was quite slow and deliberate alternating between putting her fingers in her hole and gently rubbing her clit. She started to edge towards her orgasm. She was experiencing more and more little quivers through her body then let rip with a full blown cum. And she was so right. Out of her pussy seeped a white liquid that looked like spunk to me. ‘It looks like spunk,’ I said. ‘How do you know’ asked one or two of the girls. I ignored them for the moment whilst getting closer and closer to Margie’s pussy. I leant right up to it and licked the pussy cream. She shuddered (another slight orgasm perhaps?). It was the first time I’d ever licked another girl’s pussy and it rather turned me on. ‘And it tastes a bit like spunk as well,’ I announced. Again there was an even bigger wail of, ‘How do you know?’ ‘It’s getting a bit late now but I’ll tell you more tomorrow night. OK?’ I replied. So, over the next few nights I regaled them with stories of spunking cocks; of how cocks spurted their spunk a long way sometimes; of what spunk smelt like and what it tasted like and how you rubbed a cock to get it to cum. The rest of the girls were enthralled and certainly whilst I was relating my stories there was quite a bit of action taking place with hands down knickers followed by murmured groans. For all that we didn’t have boys in our school we were, sort of, teamed with boys from a Grammar school a short distance away. We joined up for one or two activities throughout the year - Barn Dances, Sports Days etc. Through these activities I got to know a few of the boys to talk to. Having been in a co-educational school only a short time before I wasn’t cowed by their presence like a lot of my friends were who often got rather tongue-tied when near the boys. In the dorm prior to one of our get togethers the girls challenged me to pick-up a boy (or boys) and take him somewhere so they could watch me wanking him. I was game for that if it could be arranged. I managed to get a note delivered to a boy called Paul who I had got talking to and dancing with at a previous Saturday dance. Talking was about as far as it ever went though because any real fraternisation was heavily discouraged by the staff. Both Schools were all due to have a joint Cross Country Run on a forthcoming Saturday and I arranged that at a prearranged spot, in a little copse of trees we passed on the run, I would peel off from the run and if he, or one or two of his friends, did the same I’d give them a bit of a treat. Meanwhile, a few of my fellow pupils, who would pretend they’d got an injury or it was the wrong time of the month would secrete themselves in the copse prior to me and the boy (Boys?) arriving. Dressed in my PE kit, consisting of a yellow aertex shirt and my bottle green school knickers I set off with the participants of both schools on the run. But when I got to the agreed location I found five boys from the Grammar School hanging around in a little clearing. ‘Hi,’ I said to Paul, ‘There’s a few more than I expected. Not to worry, I’m sure I’ll manage,’ and arranged them in a circle. I could hear a bit of rustling going on in the background which I assumed were the other girls getting a good viewing spot. ‘I don’t know how many of you have ever been wanked by a girl but I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy the experience. Can you guys just lower your shorts and let me see your cocks please?’ Suddenly, there in front of me were five lovely cocks most of which were in quite a state of arousal already. I started. Bending down beside the first boy I lay both my hands on his cock. He stiffened immediately. I sucked it for a few moments to get lubricated then began to wank him. I guess he must have been pretty worked up already because he came virtually straight away. Spraying all over the ground in front of him. Luckily, as soon as I notice he was about to cum I moved quickly to one side to avoid being sprayed. The next boy, having seen me wank his friend, was already almost at orgasm point himself. I decided not to suck him incase he off-loaded a cock full of spunk into my mouth. A couple more strokes and he was gone. Spunk shot out and landed several feet away, (Very impressive!). The next boy was also pretty steamed up, so much so that as soon as I touched his cock he came. He sprayed some of his cum onto my leg because I failed to move quickly enough. I didn’t mind. I simply wiped it off with my finger and popped it in my mouth. The fourth boy had a lovely, good sized cock for a fairly young boy. ‘I’ll enjoy stroking this one,’ I thought to myself. And it was indeed a bit of a handful. I reckon it stiffened another inch at least when I lubricated it with my mouth. He was be far the most restrained and appeared to be absolutely ecstatic as I stroked his rampant member. But he couldn’t hold out forever and soon his hot sticky spunk sprayed the ground around his feet. That left Paul to be seen too. ‘Are you ready Paul?’ I asked. ‘I should say so’ he replied holding his rampant cock in his right hand and slowly stroking it. ‘There’s just one problem I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘Oh what’s that?’ he asked, probably expecting me to say I was too tired or something. He certainly looked a bit crestfallen. ‘No,’ I said, ‘Don’t worry. It’s just that all these cocks around me have made me incredibly horny and I’d really like you to wank me first. OK?’ ‘Yes,’ he replied, ‘I’ve never done it to a girl before though. Tell me what to do and I’ll very happily give it a go.’ So I moved him round to my back so his cock was rubbing against the back of my knickers and, sucking his fingers to get them wet enough to enter my pussy (If the truth be told my pussy was already pretty wet but it’s good idea to teach someone how to carefully handle a pussy and clit), pulled the front of my knickers out a little and said to him, ‘Slide your hand down the front of my knickers, Paul. Down there you’ll feel two things. Firstly, a little bump which is my clitoris and below that a sort of slit which is my pussy. Slide a finger into my pussy first then slide it up to my clitoris and give that a very gentle rub. If you keep doing that for a little while I’ll cum. OK. Off you go.’ I have to say, Paul, carried out my ‘orders’ perfectly. He was careful and gentle and, probably because I was already well worked up, I came! Wow! ‘Well done, Paul. That was beautiful. Thanks,’ I said, ‘And now let me return the compliment. Oh! and thank you for not cumming on the back of my knickers. Might have taken explaining when I got back to school if you had!’ I took hold of his lovely cock and rather hand wanking him I started to suck him. Seconds later out shot his spunk. Quite a load too but swallowing it wasn’t a problem. Paul, was fully drained and a bit wobbly-legged as I left him and the rest of the guys to get back into the race. I feigned a damaged hamstring and limped my way back to school. That night as we settled in our beds there was only one topic of conversation. All the girls had wanked themselves silly as they reviewed what was happening before them. ‘Watching you extract all the spunk from the four boys you wanked had been erotic enough, but allowing that boy to wank you was absolutely brilliant. And then to suck the cum from his cock and swallow it will live long in all our memories I reckon,’ And I’m sure that’s not to mention their fingers as they beat a cum out of their own from their very swollen pussies. And talking of swollen pussies. My joint experience with Margie and her creamy pussy had intrigued all of us but my licking of her pussy had sent an ‘electric charge’ through us both. My feeling was that both Margie and me maybe wanted to push things a little further. Many of the girls had sexual relationships with each other. Mainly, it seems, it was wanking each other off while sharing a bed. And though this could be fraught with danger — if Matron, on her nightly rounds, caught anyone there was hell to pay! Margie caught me on my own one day studying a play *********** (I was already leaning towards a career in the theatre if I could get to Drama College) and asked if we could have a bit of a ‘snuggle’ together sometime. I said that I thought might like that. I asked her what she would like out of any liaison - a wanking; a licked cum or a bit of mutual masturbation. ‘A bit of all of those would be wonderful,’ she told me, ‘But I can’t get over the feeling you gave me when you licked my pussy.’ ‘OK,’ I replied. Every night we all had to have a shower prior to getting ready for bed. Thereafter our time was usually our own. Some of the girls went down and watched the TV in the TV lounge. Some went to the library but most of them didn’t return to the dorm until just before lights out at 9 o’clock. A couple of nights after our previous discussion I sought out Margie as she came out of the shower room wrapped in a large white towel. ‘Leave your knickers off when you get ready for bed,’ I said, ‘I’ll be along in a few minutes.’ and went for my own shower. When I went up to our dorm I found Margie sitting on her own on her bed dressed in her nightie and, with her knees up, could clearly see she hadn’t got her knickers on. ‘That’s a lovely sight,’ I ventured, ‘I must take a closer look.’ I popped on my knickers and nightie. I asked Margie to, initially, sit on the end of the bed with her nightie pulled up. I pulled it up a bit further so I could suckle on her lovely breasts and nipples for a few moments, then asked her to lay back whilst I got a very close look at her pussy. She was obviously a bit excited in that region because she was extremely swollen. He clitoris was just starting to emerge from it’s hood as I stated to carefully lick around it. It quickly started to enlarge and Margie started to moan a little. Working my way a little further down I gently spread her pussy lips open with my fingers and started to dart my tongue in and out of her pussy hole. And boy did she like that! I don’t know how long it look but it seemed like seconds before she started her orgasm. She shivered and shook and trapped my head between her thighs as she had the most amazing cum. As she eased away from her orgasm I looked at her pussy and there was a fantastic amount of creamy girl spunk starting to seep out of it. I watched it for a while then closed in on it and sucked it all up. ‘Wow! again, Romy, that was incredible, Thank you so much. Now let me give you a wank. Doubt I’ll be able to do it as well as you, I’m afraid.’ But with a bit of gentle coaxing from me Margie did give me a very much needed cum. ‘That was just lovely, Margie,’ I told her, ‘Thanks.’ We kissed each other and that was that. We never repeated our ‘liaison’ but I have to say it was a fantastic experience (for both of us) and certainly ‘scratched an itch’ that we both needed scratching! A few weeks before the end of the school year, when I would be leaving St. W’s to go down to London to study at a London Drama Academy, I decided that I was going to lose my virginity. I had already decided who was going to take it too — Paul. He from the local Grammar school who I’d sucked off a few months ago. An event had been organised between our two schools to do a sort of ‘Top of the Form’ quiz show. The Grammar school against us but it did give me a chance to slip a note to Paul. It read ‘I want you to be my very first fuck. You name the date and place x’. I watched him as he read it and he went bright red!! Not surprising really. I don’t suppose he had many invites like that one. A week or so later I received a return note. Paul had a friend who’s sister was in my school so passing a note wasn’t that hard. Paul, who was not a boarder like me but lived locally, said in his note that ‘he would love to ‘help me out’! That his parents and younger sister where all away this coming weekend so he’d meet me at the main bus station at 10 o’clock on Saturday morning.’ I was rather excited and was desperate to have wank after wank in anticipation but thought it would be better to keep my libido in check till Saturday. At St. W’s we boarders were allowed to odd trip into town on a Saturday as long as we were not in groups any larger than four and we must always wear our school uniform (this was a sort of control on us by thinking that we would be easily identified if we got up to any tomfoolery). When Saturday arrived the four of us caught the bus outside the School gates. We always went upstairs on the bus so it gave the bus conductor and anyone behind us a teasingly, lovely view of our knickers as we climbed the stairs. When we got to the Bus Station Paul was waiting. The other girls knew what I was up to and couldn’t wait to hear all about it later. Paul’s house was a short walk from the town centre and only took us about 10 minutes to get there. ‘Shall we go to my bedroom?’ he asked. ‘That would be good,’ I replied. His bedroom was still like a young teenager’s bedroom with posters of footballers, Model aircraft hanging from the ceiling and so on. I started to take my clothes off as did he. My school knickers were the last things I took off and lay myself on the bed. Paul was obviously a bit apprehensive and said ‘Is it going to be messy and a bit bloody?’ he asked. ‘No,’ I replied, ‘Don’t worry, my hymen must have been broken ages ago with the amount of stuff I’ve poked up my pussy when I’ve wanked myself off.’ He removed his underpants and there before me stood his lovely cock. He was already pretty big as he gazed at me in the nude. With my largish breasts and my shaved pussy who wouldn’t be? He joined me on the bed and grabbed one of my breasts but I said, ‘Whoa! Gently please Paul.’ ‘Guess I’m a bit over eager. Sorry,’ he replied. So I, kind of, took over instructing him how to kiss, stroke and lick my breasts in order to get my juices flowing further down, then, although he had done this before, how to fiddle with both my pussy and clit. Without any hard work from me his cock was very, very rigid in my hands. I stroked it until I could feel he was starting enjoy it a bit too much.’Steady,’ I said, ‘I don’t want you to cum too quickly. And I certainly don’t want you cumming inside me either. So you must pull out if you feel you’re about to cum. OK?’ I lay back, opened my legs fairly wide, wet my pussy by pulling out some of my internal juices and guided his cock to my pussy lips. ‘OK, Paul, just ease your cock into me,’ I instructed. He did as I asked and the feeling was incredible — it certainly beat the various vegetables, candles and garden trowel handles I had used in the past! — and gradually Paul began to move. ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘ I’m already about to cum!’ I pulled him out and cum he did all over my breasts and tummy. ‘I’m really sorry, Romy,’ he said, ’The feeling in there was just so wonderful that I couldn’t hold it back.’ ‘Don’t worry, Paul, I quite understand. Let’s see what your powers of recovery are like and you probably won’t be as worked up next time.’ Within minutes with me stroking and licking his cock it was full size again. Again I moistened my pussy and popped him into me. We got into a lovely rhythm together and it wasn’t long until I had my first ‘cock’ cum and it was simply amazing. Paul had obviously realised I’d had cum and made to pull his still very engorged cock out of my pussy when I said, ‘Not so quick! Us ladies aren’t quite like you men in that we can sometimes have many orgasms in a row. And that’s certainly how I feel right now. So just plough on, please.’ My second orgasm happened just moments later and it was a whopper! The third was even better but took a little longer for me to ‘explode'! ‘Phew! I think that’s about it from me just for the moment. Think it’s about time I extracted some more cum from that lovely cock of yours though.’ I proceeded to wank and suck him till he came in my mouth. I swallowed. I had another couple of cums after that but by now we were both pretty much spent. We decided to get up and get dressed. As I was about to pull on my school knickers Paul said, ‘Romy, do you think I could have your knickers as a keepsake to remember this day for ever. I had no problem with that request. And after saying good bye and wishing each other all the best for the future we parted probably never to see each other again. Devoid of knickers the bus conductor and the two men that followed me upstairs must have thought it was their birthdays and Christmas’s all rolled into one with, ahead of them a puffed up, hairless and well-used pussy in view. To be continued.

Looks can be deceiving. I'd just been dumped. The girlfriend, I mean ex girlfriend, found another man it seems. She was no longer interested in my average build, brown hair and blue eyes. Sure I’m pretty pale but that's only because I work with computers all day. Feeling betrayed and not up to par in confidence I decided to go to the local bar near my work. A small dive bar that serves affordable food and drinks, usually I'm upstairs where the actual bar is drinking beer and a shot or two. Today I wanted a little more than few shots, I wanted to go hard. Speaking of hard I haven't had sex in quite a while. Probably three weeks in total minus a few times that I jerked off but even then it's been a week since I had any release. I get to the bar on the 2nd floor, sit down and I order a beer with a double shot of Jack, just trying to forget everything by the end of the night. Because it's a Friday I fortunately didn't Have to work the next day, which leaves me plenty of time to get drunk as fuck. A few hours go by and so does about 6 shots and 2 beers. I started to feel pretty lit and in a better mood. I looked around the bar to see if anyone of interest was around. Perhaps a lovely lady who's looking to loosen up too. And there across the room at the opposite end of the bar was a beautiful light skinned black woman. Long black hair, sort of a taller build, brown eyes, big soft lips and at least a C cup. Her breasts were peaking out of her purple and black skirt, enough to draw a lot of attention. My attention. She was wearing black heels and red lipstick, showing off her smooth legs under her skirt. I had to say something, but what? I couldn't help but continue staring from the other side of the bar and then she saw me. She stared at me with those shining brown eyes and smiled. I smiled back but hesitated to say something. I gulped the shot of Jack and got the nerve to go sit by her. I sat down next to the beautiful black temptress, Immediately getting whiffs of her perfume. She smelled of sweet flowers, a relaxing scent. “hey there, I saw you from across the bar and I thought to myself, my God I have to talk to this beautiful woman". I said shyly and with some stutter. I was nervous to be in her presence and I thought even though she was out of my league I had to try to entice her. She looked at me and replied in a cute raspy voice “ I saw you staring from across the room too, I was wondering why such a handsome man is sitting all by himself. I was hoping you'd get the nerve to talk to me". I blushed and even felt my dick twitch a little. “my name is Kiera" she said. I asked how she was and what she was doing in a dive bar like this with no man. Turns out she also went through a breakup. She caught her man fucking a other woman in their bed. I told her that I felt bad and mentioned my situation, definitely not as bad as hers. We end up talking for a few hours, time flew by and before we knew it was already midnight. After we told some stories and jokes we both felt comfortable enough to ask some personal questions. We decided to play a little game of truth or dare, but mostly just truth. We started with our work and hobbies, then things got interesting. Kiera stared into my eyes and asked me if I masturbate and how often. Then she asked when the last time I had sex was. Of course I told her and she wasn't at all surprised or shocked. She answered, “ I masturbate too and like you I haven't had sex in a very long time. In fact I think it's been a month since I last came.” She looked at me with deep lustful eyes and out her hand on my thigh and whispered,“ I was actually looking to… find someone to help with something”. I got a little hard when she placed her hand on my thigh and spoke those soft tempting words. “ What a coincidence, I am also in need of some help" I replied seductively. I put my hand on her thigh and we both smiled. “Would you like to help tonight? Say, at my place?” she asked me. Of course I said yes! We decided to pay our tabs and take a lyft back to her place. We grabbed our jackets, I took her hand and we left the bar. As we get into the lyft and greet the driver she whispers into my ear, “ I have a little secret, I hope you don't mind". I looked at her said “oh? What kind of secret?”. “you promise you won't mind?”” I promise” I said. As I said I promise she stared deep into my eyes, grabbed my hand and lightly set it in her crotch. My hand sat there for a minute and I felt something out of the ordinary. Kiera was hard, dick hard. It twitched to the touch of my hand. My eyes widened and my heart started beating uncontrollably. She looked at me and asked me if everything was alright and if I was okay with her secret. I was speechless for a minute and then I finally said “yes, yes of course I'm good and don't worry your secret is safe with me". She smiled And bit her bottom lip, giving me the stares of lust. We finally get back to her apartment. She paid the lyft driver then we headed to her apartment door. As she was about to open the door she turned to me. “ I’m kind of nervous" she told me. “ I do have to warn you, my penis hasn't been touched in a long time and my balls are very, very full of sperm.” My heart still pounding I said “ no worries, we will take good care of that" and I winked. She smiled and opened the door to her apartment. We walk in and the place smells of flowers and scented candles, the apple kind. The living room was very open with a long couch in the shape of an L over looking the tv. Attached to the living room was the kitchen and two doors, one to her bedroom on the right and the other to the rest room on the left next to the kitchen. “so this is my place what do you think?” “I love it!!” I replied with nervous excitement. “ I have to go freshen up a bit then we can watch a movie on the couch!” she said and I agreed. “make yourself comfortable and I’ll be out in a moment”. She left to her room and closed the door behind her. As I sat on her couch I looked around the apartment trying to stay chill. I thought about what I was getting myself into. I've never been with a trans woman before, though it's always been a fantasy of mine. To know what it felt like. I started thinking more and more about it, my dick got extremely hard. My dick is only 5 inches when it's hard, kind of pathetic and I was worried she would be turned off because of it. Then again the way she looked at me and how she told me that she hasn't had sex in a month I don't think it matters. After sitting in the living room for what felt like an hour, only 15 minutes actually, Kiera finally came out of her room. What I saw wasn't what I was expecting. She was dressed in baggy grey sweatpants and a light blue t-shirt. Still wearing lipstick but no bra. Her nipples were poking through the shirt showing off the full size of her breasts. As I inspect her outfit I see her penis poking out a bit from her sweats, it looked like it wanted to escape the fabric prison and reveal it's true form. “ so it's not much but how do I look?” she asked as she posed lifting her leg back and sticking her tongue out. “you look amazing!” I exclaimed. “Yay!! I’m soo happy you think so! So are we ready for a movie?” “oh yes I think we are" I said as I smiled back and winked at her. She smiled and hopped on the couch next to me. She turned on the tv and asked me what I wanted to watch. “whatever you'd like to watch is fine with me!” the movie of choice was The hangover part 2. I guess she was a huge fan of the franchise. We dimmed the lights and began watching the movie. About 20 minutes in and we both start to feel the sexual tension. I look down at her sweats, I see her dick getting harder underneath. I start to salivate. I didn't want to rush anything but I put my hand on her thigh, slowly starting to work my way up to the pant lines. She knew what was coming, I knew she knew because she bit her lips while keeping focused on the movie. I began to slide my hand down her pants. She seemed not to have shaved for a week or so, I felt the prickly hair run across my wrist as my hand made it's way to her penis. I finally reached it and let my fingers get a feel for her hard dick. The shaft was soft, the small, tight folds of skin rolled under my fingers as I slowly reached for her tip. As I touched the tip of her penis I felt some of her sperm leaking out. She moaned quietly while I was touching her, then I began stroking her hard. She had to have been at least 7 inches long and an inch or so thick. I began to admire it and just as I began stroking her hard cock then she stuck her hand down my pants and began stroking my dick. She turned to me, “ I want you to lick it, I want your mouth on my cock”. I smiled and obliged her request. As she sat on the couch and continued to watch the movie I fell to my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I pulled off her sweat pants and threw them on the floor. Between her soft light skinned legs was her very hard and very horny penis. Her balls dangled below her thick cock, swelled and full of sperm. She looked down at me “ my spermies need a home soon, a warm soft hole.” She said as she looked into my soul and stuck her tongue out as if she was licking the air. I didn't hesitate to help her drain her full balls of cum. I started by licking her stiff shaft. I could smell her male pheromones irradiating from her penis mixed with the flower perfume. I licked softly up and down from the tip to the balls. I put her balls in my mouth, I could feel how stuffed they were. I tasted the sweat from the day and felt the little hairs prickle my mouth. I wanted them to build up more sperm so I decided to deep throat her whole cock. It slid up and down my throat, as her cock stiffened in my throat I used my tongue to massage the sensitive skin on her shaft. She started moaning “ of fuck yes, your mouth feels soo amazing! Keep sucking baby, keep sucking!” I started to blow her faster and harder and just as I did I felt some precum slide down my throat into my belly. “UGH YES!!” She moaned in pleasure. I pulled my mouth off her hard dick, I didn’t want her to cum yet and neither did she. I sat on the couch and we traded places. She got on her knees. And pulled off my Jean’s. “it's your turn now" she said just before she put her thick soft lips around the tip of my dick. I was in heaven as my hard cock slid down her throat. After about 10 minutes of dick sucking she got up and stood in front of me. Of course I started sucking her dick again until I tasted more precum. “oh baby, you suck dick soo fucking good! Now I want to be inside you, if you want of course.” Her she balls hovered over me, her penis twitching I can see that she ready to mate. Ready to start reproducing by unleashing her load inside of me. I told her that I wanted her sperm inside of my ass, all of her little guys that have been stored away for the right man to give them a warm, soft home. I licked Kiera’s dangling testicles one last time before she threw me on my back. I spread my legs and lubricated my asshole with some spit. She got on top of me, her breasts hung down low enough for me to suck on them. As I did she moaned again, pulled away for a moment and began kissing me. Our tongues tangled with one anothers then she starts to stick her finger slowly in my asshole. “I think you’re ready". Her hard penis and full balls lower closer and closer to my ass. As she puts the tip to my ass, not entering yet we stare deeply into each others eyes. She smiles and began to enter me. Her soft, yet very hard, penis entered me inch by inch. Her stiff dick eventually reached the full length in my ass, I could feel her twitch inside of me and her warm balls resting on me below my asshole. I start to moan when starts to fuck my slowly. My ass starts to lubricate her penis as she fucks me harder and then harder. I'm in pure bliss feelings. Her hard cock inside of me, with her balls slapping against my ass continuously filling up. “ You like my hard dick in your ass baby? Do you want me to impregnate you with my male parts?” The dirty talk turned me on even more. Her breasts bounced up and down and she entered me. She slowed down so I could feel her slipping half her cock in and out of me, to feel the pulsating dick getting ready. She pulled out before she started to feel it coming. “come, let’s go to my bedroom and finish making love.” She walked towards her room and turned to me, “come on honey! “We have unfinished business!” she exclaimed standing in her doorway, her penis as hard as ever and her balls swaying back and forth, hanging lower and heavier than they were when we started. I took off my shirt and followed her to the bedroom. She closes the door behind us, the only visible light is through the window. The moon and street lights gave us just enough visibility to see where we were. She laid down on the bed on her back and spread her legs. Her dick still hard as ever I climbed onto the bed and began sucking her again. The aroma from her penis was strong and intoxicating. I wanted her to shoot her load where ever she wanted. I was hers now. I cupped and massaged her balls as I swallowed her dick whole. I pulled her out of my mouth with a pop sound coming from my lips and the tip of her penis. As she laid down I crawled on top of her and slid her wet pulsing dick into my ass. “oh yes that’s it" she cried as she filled my ass, deeper inside of me. I started to fuck her motioning my ass forward and backwards. I bend forward to kiss her on the lips and play with her nipples. I felt her get harder inside of me. “oh yes, keep going!!” she yelled as she thrusted her penis harder into me. Feeling such pleasure as she got deeper and deeper I knew I was going to cum soon. I began bouncing on top of her. All I could hear was our moaning and the wet slapping of my ass on her dick. She started moaning louder, “ yes yes yes!! My spermies are getting ready babe, you ready to become a mommy?” “give me your sperm! Empty your juicy balls into me, give me your babies!” I moaned. Her penis started convulsing while she slid in and out of my ass. She starting to tremble with pleasure, we squeezed each other tight and started kissing uncontrollably. “I'm coming!” “ugh, uughhh fuck”. This was it. I felt her penis jolt inside of me and then a warm, filling sensation. I’m started to cum on top of her as she emptied her nuts inside of me. “ Awe fuck. I'm giving you every last sperm, keep them warm and safe inside your ass. They finally found a home". Her penis still pumping her babies inside of me, we laid in that position for a little while just to make sure I got every drop of her warm, thick male juices. “I’m soo happy I found a baby daddy to take care of me and my spermies. You're a gem!” she said as she was just out of breath, taking in the moment. I told her how magical it was and how I want to keep seeing her. This new experience opened up a whole new world for me. I regret none of it. I finally pulled her out of me and clenched my asshole shut. Didn’t want her sperm to escape the warm tunnels of my ass. Her penis got limp and so did mine. We lay next to each other staring into our eyes, eventually falling asleep in a warm embrace.

When I got back to my Boarding school in the late afternoon the rest of my dorm couldn’t wait to get my report on losing my virginity. Questions, questions, questions . . . What did it feel like? (Fantastic), Did it hurt? (Not one bit. But my hymen must have already been broken), Did he cum inside you? (No, he was very gentle and careful). The session must have gone on for an hour or more and I was more than happy to answer their questions because I was still on a real high. Yet, something was niggling away me. I couldn’t put my finger on it immediately. I told myself it was probably nothing and with the end of term (and the end of my time at St Winifred’s) happening in two days time I would just need to concentrate on making sure I got all my things together before my mum turned up to take me home. But, I was definitely unsettled about something! The final day of term was mighty hectic. A lot of tears and taking of phone numbers, addresses, future education plans, ‘I’m sure going to miss you ladies. It’s been a real gas. We’ve had some fabulous times together and I just hope we’ll bump into each other sometime in the future,’ I said. And then it hit me! That’s what it was - Paul. I had really been missing him since our liaison and, stupidly I didn’t even know what his surname was! Later that day I would be even further away from him when I got home. I’d treated him pretty badly in order to lose my virginity. Why did I feel like this toward him when, frankly, I barely knew him. I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I had begun to fall in love with him. Damn! Too late now I guess but it made me very sad. The long summer holidays where spent with my parents. My brother was also there but he’d brought home his girlfriend, Annie, so he didn’t need my ‘hands on’ help any more. I was a bit depressed for weeks and as my forthcoming departure to London and my drama course loomed I cheered up a bit. But, Paul, kept popping into my mind. I intended to throw myself into my courses and it worked. I got lots and lots of very positive feedback. Towards the end of the first year a near-by Film Studio was recruiting lots of pretty girl actors to feature in a comedy film centred around a Girl’s School and I, luckily, got a part in it. It wasn’t a very big part but I did have one line to utter. All of us girls were dressed in school uniform consisting of a gymslip, white shirt and tie, black stockings and suspenders and navy blue school knickers. I’d only just put my St. Winifred’s uniform away and here I was back in school uniform again! The experience of being in a film, seeing how it was all put together was fascinating. And we all, by and large, had great fun together. I say ‘by and large’ because the one drawback was how some members of the crew, the extras and young actors, were rather obsessed with trying to look up our gymslips to see our knickers, fondling our backsides, trying to tweak our breasts and lots of other irritating habits too. As a group we used to try and exact our revenge by openly displaying our knickers whenever we got a chance. ‘Accidentally’ (on purpose) catching the back of your gymslip in your knickers when you’d been to the toilet used to make them gawp until someone informed us of our dress malfunction. When we where languishing around between scenes we used to put our feet up letting our gymslips slip to our waists so we were giving all and sundry another good view of our knicks. They didn’t particularly like that approach and we’d regularly overhear ‘prickteaser’ muttered under their breath. I think they used to get regularly told to keep away from us! This, my first film, took place during the summer when we would normally be on our holidays — but we got paid for it so we weren’t complaining. My drama course continued to go well and again I was often given praise for my work. At the end of the second year a lot of us were asked back for a second film in the same genre. Again, very enjoyable. And again back into ‘school uniform!’ for six weeks or so. Two lines to say this time too. At the end of this particular production a number of us decided to give a few of the men, who’d treated us courteously throughout the film making, a bit of a treat with a very sexy and exciting experience (I think Pru, one of the other girls, wrote about it on this website a little while ago). A lot of the time Paul still kept popping into my mind. ‘I wonder where he is now? What he’s up to? Has he got a girlfriend? etc, etc.’ I kept thinking. Again I tried to put such thoughts to one side. But we’d shared such an intimate experience together it didn’t seem right that I couldn’t see him or get in touch. The final year of my course was hard going. Lots of pieces to be performed. Shakespeare, in particular, Poems, to be recited. Examinations on stage craft, the list was endless but, I’m pleased to say, I popped out of the other end with an agent and an excellent result. My first role after the Academy was another film centred around a young, rather wild, young lady (me!) who was mentored by an old, dying soldier who showed her how to deal with life without causing ripples. Again, though I was in full school uniform right down to school knickers. After that, a stage play in London. A Murder Mystery written by a very well-known Thriller writer in which I played, guess what, a schoolgirl in full uniform. So, since I’d left ‘proper’ school I had appeared in school uniform in every bit of acting work I’d done so far. I sent an postcard to my Agent saying, ‘Dear Bennie. When are you going to get me out of these school knickers. RB.’ I wonder what the postman thought when he read that! Anyway, it did have a bit of an affect and gradually some more prominent roles started to come through. My reputation was growing and people often stopped me and asked for my autograph. Fame at last! Some ten years after I’d left school things were buzzing along nicely and I’d been asked, by my agent, if I’d be interested in taking on the role of Lady Macbeth in ‘the Scottish play’ at the RSC in Stratford. A meeting was arranged for me to discuss the role with the director of the play. This was to be on his ‘home turf’ in Stratford upon Avon. I was very excited by the proposition of a major part in a play with a prodigious theatre company. A room was booked for me at a large, very old hotel in the middle of the town. I arrived, on my own, in the late afternoon and waiting to book in I heard someone call out ‘Romy?’ I turned to see who had called and there was Paul!. ‘Paul!!’ I cried out, ‘Don’t you move! I’ll only be a moment.’ It didn’t take long to sort out my reservation which I completed whilst making sure Paul never moved from his spot! I turned towards him, threw my arms around him and gave him the most almighty hug and a huge kiss on his lips and gabbled, ‘Have I missed you? It’s just so brilliant to see you again. So what are you doing here?’ To which he replied, ‘Are you on your way anywhere? Am I interrupting anything?’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘Shall we go into the bar for a drink and chat? We’ve so much to catch up on.’ I turned to reception and said, ‘Could somebody take my case up to my room please.’ We went into the bar got a couple of drinks and let everything rip. ‘What are you doing here? (A conference for him; a meeting about a play for me of course), What are you doing these days? (He was working for a Petro-Chemical Company having achieved a First in Chemistry at Durham. Me you know about), and on and on it went. So much to talk about and, hopefully, plenty of time to do it in. Paul asked, ‘Have you eaten anything yet Romy?’ because it was now early evening. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Then let me buy you dinner. There’s a lovely little restaurant on Sheep Street which I reckon is very good. Fancy it?’ ‘Yes please,’ I replied. We both decided we needed a few minutes to freshen up and that we’d meet back in the lobby in 15 minutes. As I went upstairs to my room I just couldn’t believe that ‘of the the places . . .’ I’d met up with him after all the years. What were the odds? I was so thrilled I could hardly contain myself. Soon we were strolling through the streets of Stratford, arm in arm, to the restaurant. As Paul predicted the meal was outstanding and the company even better. It transpired, because I noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, that he wasn’t attached. Apparently, he’d been in a longish term relationship but his ‘girlfriend’ had taken up a post at Glasgow University so everything between them was just about dead he said. I told him a very similar story. I’d nearly got engaged about six months ago but realised that, Hugh, wasn’t what I was looking for nor him, me. We parted amicably enough. We set off back to the hotel and Paul invited me back to his room for a nightcap. ‘I’d like that, thank you.’ I replied, ‘But I think this calls for more of a celebration so I’ll order a bottle of champagne for us. What’s your room number, Paul?’ Paul told the receptionist and we climbed up to his room. I so was wonderfully relaxed now. As was Paul. There was a knock on the door and Room Service stepped into the room, removed the cork from the bottle of champagne, filled a glass each, put the bottle in the wine cooler and departed. ‘I still can’t believe this, Paul. I treated you so badly the last lime we met I really must apologise. I was selfish. I was so centred on losing my virginity that I just regarded you as a mere ‘fuck-mate’. I was horrible. And it was only after that that I realised that I had fallen in love with you and that I didn’t even know your surname; the road and house number you lived at; your telephone number. Anything!’ ‘Did you not realise that just as I’d taken your virginity so you’d taken mine. But I felt exactly the same as you. It was so frustrating. I didn’t realise for ages that you were the stunning young lady I saw on the cinema screen. And I have to say, Romy, you look even more stunning in real life. You’re beautiful. And yes, I came to exactly the same conclusion as you did, That I was in love with you.’ I went over to Paul who was sitting on the small settee in the suite he occupied, wrapped my arms around him and kissed and kissed him. ‘I missed you so much, Paul. I’m not letting you go this time though. So tough!!’ We both had a drink of our champagne and drank a little toast to each other that now we had become re-acquainted we would never lose touch with each other again. ‘Incidentally, Paul, do you remember you asked me for a keepsake when we parted all those years ago.’ ‘Your knickers. Yes?’ he replied, ‘Thank goodness I did because it was the only tangible thing I had to really remember you by. I didn’t have a clue where you were but I could snuggle up to your knickers and feel I had a connection, somehow, to you.’ ‘So have you still got them?’ I asked. ‘Certainly have,’ he replied, ‘I take them with me with them everywhere.’ ‘Really, that’s so sweet,’ I commented, ‘So. Hang on. Do you have them with you here?’ ‘Yes,’ he responded, ‘Do you want to see them?’ ‘Yes please,’ I asked. Paul got up from alongside me and went into his bedroom. And, sure enough, returned with my old school knickers. They still looked in pristine condition. Do you not wank into them all the time?’ ‘Not all the time, no. It just makes me think of you and I’d often just put them under my pillow so I could lay my hands on them and feel I was touching you,’ he told me. I was almost in tears, I was just so touched. ‘Don’t think they’ll fit me now,’ I said. ‘What do you mean? You’re still as beautifully shapely now as you were then. Try them,’ said Paul. I needed to pop to the toilet so once in the bathroom I stripped off and pulled on the bottle green school knickers. Paul was right they still fitted perfectly. I strolled back into the living area and, Paul, seeing me in my school knickers and nothing else was very impressed (as I could see from the growing bulge in his trousers!. ‘I’m feeling a bit underdressed here I think you’d better strip off too don’t you think?’ I said. Paul didn’t need a second invitation and was naked in a few moments.’That lovely cock. Bigger than I remember too,’ I remarked, ‘Can you remember how you wanked me, out in that copse of trees, the first time we ever got together?, ‘Like this wasn’t it?’ he said as he snuggled into my back and bum slightly grinding his lovely erect cock into ‘my’ knickers. He moistened his fingers in his glass of champagne and, pulling the knickers out slightly at my waist slid his fingers down to my clit and pussy. His touch was so gentle, so caring and so slow that I swooned under the spell of my very excited vagina and came, suddenly, in quite a rush. ‘Oh!!’ I exclaimed. ‘Quick, Paul. Take me to bed. I want that thick engorged cock in me. Not to mention all your spunk in there too. Thank God for the Pill, I say!’ Paul and I spent the night together in absolutely unbelievable bliss. We both knew now that we were madly in love with each other and probably always had been. This night would be just the beginning of our time together and we knew that we must endeavour to spend as much time in each other’s company as was humanly possible having ‘lost’ ten years through our own stupidity. The following morning I went of the the RSC Theatre for my meeting and Paul attended the conference which was taking place in the hotel we were staying in. We arranged to meet up in the evening and, once more spend the night together. And, seeing it was now Friday and neither of us had any plans for the weekend decided to stay in the hotel for an extra couple of extra days. We talked and talked the whole weekend and, regrettably, our initial time together came to a end far to soon. We had discovered, however, that we were both now London-based and though my work took me hither and thither we would try an meet up as often as we could. A few weeks later I invited Paul to move in with me at my flat in the Hampstead area and see how it worked out (beautifully as it happens!). And our sex life together just got better and better. I’m quite inventive (must be all that improvisation work we do as actors) and almost everything I suggested to Paul he was always game to give it a try. For instance, totally by chance, one day, I was going through an overflow wardrobe in my (our) spare room when I came across my St Winifred’s school uniform (all bottle green) and the school uniform I wore in both of my early films (navy blue). I asked Paul if me dressed as a schoolgirl would interest him. He thought it might so I said, ‘You just pop into the lounge and I’ll model them for you.’ Well, talk about lighting the blue touch paper! When I appeared in my ‘film’ uniform Paul was just so excited we had, without doubt, the greatest day (and night) of sex we’d ever spent together. It was messy, at times but, my God, our orgasms were constantly explosive! And my poor, navy blue knickers took a hell of a staining both inside and out! We vowed to use both uniforms sparingly for fear they’d lose their appeal. (They never have so far though). Added to which I sometimes liked to wear a pair of school knickers when we went out together, I’d tease Paul with the fact that I was wearing some and sometimes give him the odd flash. By the time we got back home we were beside ourselves with lust. It was great. Another thing I really liked to do, by contrast, was not wear any knickers at all. Again I’d tease Paul, not only was he very adept at getting his fingers onto my clit and pussy and give me a lovely cum but, more often than not, we’d have to fuck whilst we were out and couldn’t wait to get home first - in a train carriage, on a bus, in a small wood, in a restaurant toilet. Our ideas were endless and, I think, the excitement of maybe getting caught gave fantastic impetus to our orgasms. Talking of which, probably, one of our favourite such occasions was in the late summer about ten years ago. We often used to go a large, local park that had a boating lake. Occasionally we took a rowing boat out and, on the right sort of day, it was idyllic. So, it was after a very warm day we decided a drift around on the water would be ideal. We set off from the shore with Paul rowing whilst I sat opposite him. The warm weather had made me quite horny and whether Paul knew it or not I was knickerless. He soon did know as I slid my skirt up towards my waist and, licking my fingers, started to toy with my pussy and clitoris. Despite there being paths around the lake there were not too many people about and, anyway, even if there had been it would be it didn’t look that we were up to anything naughty! I could see that, plainly, Paul was enjoying the spectacle of my gentle wanking too. ‘Get, your cock out, darling,’ I pleaded. Carefully, looking around to see if there were any people about, he did as I asked. He was well excited! Taking the baseball cap off his head he placed it over his engorged cock for the time being. I was getting myself well juiced-up and Paul asked if I had a plan. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’ve always wanted to learn how to row (I lied!) so do you think you would let me sit on your lap so that we can row the oars together?’ He twigged, ’Yes, that should be fine. I’ll do my best to teach you of course. Just let me know when you’re ready to start.’ I checked to see if there were any people nearby and, just at that moment, we seemed to be ok. I moved over towards Paul. It was a bit tricky with the boat swaying as I moved but, being the determined lady that I am, I managed impale myself on Pauls cock eventually (and pleasurably). We both sighed! Wow! I put my hands on top of Paul’s hands and we started to row slowly. The affect of Paul’s cock in my pussy as we leant backwards and then forwards with each stroke of the oars in the water was exquisite. Not to mention erotic. Furthermore, the fact that people were passing only a few yards from us as they walked along the path with, hopefully, no idea of what was really happening in our boat increased the excitement many fold. I came. I couldn’t help it! Unfortunately, I wanted to cry out so intense was the orgasm but I couldn’t with people so close. Paul, obviously felt me cum and it made him cum too. I could feel all his beautiful spasms of spunk shooting up my vagina. It was heavenly. We slowly, and carefully, returned to our original positions and Paul slipped his, now, deflated cock back into his trousers. He rowed us back to the landing stage where we disembarked. We were both a little wobbly on our feet as we walked away (I bet that it wasn’t a ‘sea legs’ problem either). ‘That was lovely, darling. Very different - and needed!’ I told him. Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of being quite famous is that you become, sort of, ‘publicly-owned’ and we’d only walked a little way when someone said, ‘Hi, K…… (they used my christian stage name!). Loved your latest film. You were fabulous in it.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘That’s very kind of you.’ ‘Do you often get down here?’ they asked. ‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘A few times a year if we can. And it was such a lovely day today my husband, Paul, and I thought it would be nice to have a bit of a time on the water. Paul’s been trying to teach me to row.’ ‘Yes,’ they said, ‘we noticed.’ What they hadn’t noticed and really hoped they wouldn’t was that Paul’s spunk had started to dribble down my legs! ‘Well,’ I said, ‘We must be going I m afraid. Lovely to meet you.’ ‘And you too,’ they replied, ‘And good luck with the rowing practice you look as you need it.’ Once we were out of earshot I told Paul about my ‘leakage’ as we walked, rather quickly, back to the car sniggering like two naughty school kids.

i first met my mistress online about three years ago. i was maybe 20 then and very curious about my sexuality. i had no idea what i was really comfortable with yet, but i knew that i was a born submissive. So i decided to go online looking for masters and mistresses who would take a young vanilla under their wing and show me the way of the lifestyle. Her name was Marissa and she lived not far from my current apartment is today. We met in person twice before i decided to act on any of my previous curiosities. She told me i would have to serve her entirely and anything she said i must do promptly or receive punishment. This intrigued me so she wrote up a contract for me to sign and a week later I showed up at her front door. She had instructed me to bring nothing except the clothes i was wearing that day, $300 in cash, and any toys i had around the house. At precisely seven o'clock in the morning the day i would go to serve Marissa, i stood on her doorstep a bit nervous. This would be one of the biggest moves of my life and everything was about to become very, very interesting. i knocked twice as instructed and waited for someone to open the door. A young man, dressed only in shorts answered the door in a matter of seconds. “Lacey?” He questioned authoritatively. “Yes.” Came my quick and nervous reply. i couldn't bring my eyes to meet his so i stared at my feet the entire time. He told me to follow him inside to the living room and wait for Marissa to come out. As he left i was able to look around for a moment and realized this house was the most magnificent place on earth. All the paintings on the walls looked as elegant as the massive chandelier above my head. Suddenly she walked into the room and startled me. “I see you like my art. These are a few of my favorites,” pointing to one on the far wall, “the one over there is an original Picasso. But enough about art. It is a pleasure to finally have you here my dear. I hope you will enjoy your time as much as I will.” She sauntered over to me, revealing the most intoxicating perfume i have ever had the chance to smell. i nearly fainted when she got within inches of me, as she began removing my clothes one by one. “You know, you're my first female slave. I have high expectations for you.” As she said this i noticed the whip on her belt and began to shiver. i had never seen one in person and it looked menacing. She backed away and instructed me to remove the rest of my clothing and leave it in a pile next to one of the chairs. As i returned, she told me to get down on my knees, head facing down, and repeat the following line back to her. “i am your slave Mistress Marissa. i will do anything and everything you say or suffer dire consequences. i am you slut, i am you slave, i am forever yours.” Upon hearing me recite this, she cracked her whip across my back. i had never felt so much pain in my entire life, so i screamed like someone had just shot me. “Shut up! You will not speak unless told to. You will not scream. You will obey me or everyday you're here you will receive forty lashes like that one. Do you understand?” i whimpered a yes in reply and that was it. She took a collar from one of her pockets and locked it around my neck. Taking a leash in one hand and tying the other end to my collar, she led me through the house to my new home, a small cell in the basement. She chained my collar to the wall and slammed the door shut. --------------------------------------------------- i had gotten almost no sleep that night. With the crying and the minimal movement, i was unsure of anything anymore. i couldn't stop crying and wishing i hadn't gotten myself into this. But i had, and i had to realize this would be my life from now on. Mistress unlocked the door to my cell after what had felt like days. She placed a cup of water and two slices of bread at my feet, and without saying a word, left and locked the door again. i ate rapidly unsure of my fate ahead of me. i finished and was unsure why she had not returned. i waited and waited for what seemed to be at least a day before she came back again with the same procedure. This went on for an entire week. Upon the seventh day i was a shivering mess, curled up in a ball on the far corner of my cell just waiting for something to happen. When she entered on what i presumed was the seventh day, she brought in a slew of things that looked more interesting than terrifying. She unhooked my collar from the wall and attached it to another leash. Following this, she placed a large ball gag in my mouth that i almost coughed back out. Then she blindfolded me and said to follow her on my hands and knees. Crawling over hard flooring, she reached a door which she stopped in front of to unlock. Upon entering, she removed my blindfold and i witnessed for the first time the inside of a dungeon. It was done up to look exactly like the stories and movies before me said it should look like. Hard stone floors and walls, giant wooden x's and stockades, and the like. i grew more and more wet by the minute as she pulled me in and shoved me into one of the stockades. “Today, you will begin your training. You will receive the same rations you did in your cell but here, it is a bit different.” She stopped there as she walked behind me to spank me very loudly. Noticing i hadn't yelped this time, she proceeded to dish out another nine smacks, each time growing me wetter and wetter, and she knew. She could smell the enjoyment i was getting out of this and it surprised her. She replaced the blindfold again, and left. Another week passed as i stood in the stockades. i was weak now and standing this long became a problem. Fortunately, my Mistress understood that, so she placed a wooden sawhorse just below my pussy for me to sit on when i couldn't stand any longer. Unfortunately, it hurt just as much to sit as it did stand so i tried standing more often. When she promptly returned on the seventh day again (almost like clockwork), she removed me from the stockade and laid me down on a large wooden table that i would soon not enjoy. The minute she placed me on the rack was the minute i realized that horror films had truth to their torture techniques. As i was strapped in, the table split, and i felt myself grow. When Mistress found her perfect distance, she called in one of her other slaves. He crawled over in the same fashion i did when i entered the room, and waited by Mistress's foot. She instructed him to straddle me and not to stop until she returned. This was the first time i had sex in months and i had forgotten the feeling. As he pumped in and out i prayed he would never stop. Wave after wave of exhaustion hit me as i began dripping all over the place. After about an hour i passed out, i couldn't handle being conscious for this any longer. It felt too good. When my Mistress returned, she found me unconscious and her precious slave draped on top of me. Smacking him hard across the ass, he jolted up, flying off of me causing me to wake up as well. “Did I tell you to stop? Did I say you could just stop whenever you pleased?” She barked at him. He simply turned around on his knees and stared towards the floor as her vicious whip caught his ass eleven straight times in a row. Sending him back to his cell, Mistress walked over to me and grinned. “Having fun yet?” i had never experienced this much pleasure in my life. The pain turned into pleasure as well and i seemed to slip into a trance. Noticing this, an even wider grin spread across her face. She released me from the rack and led me back to my cell when i was chained up for the night yet again. Returning the next day, Mistress released me and led my upstairs to her kitchen. At the foot of her table was a small dog's food and water bowls containing an entire meal. Chaining me to the table, Mistress allowed me to eat next to her as another one of her slaves cooked her breakfast. Occasionally she would look down as if she was excited more for herself than i would be upon today's excitement. As she finished, she unhooked me and brought me into the living room where i first noticed how lovely the house was. “Since you love this room so much, this will be your duty from now on. I expect every day, when cleaning time is up, that this room is immaculate. You will be given the tools you need to clean it shortly. You have exactly one hour. Do not mess up.” As she left, the cooking slave brought in just about every kind of cleaning supply known to mankind. i began cleaning furiously, like nothing would ever prevent me from stopping. At about the one hour mark, Mistress returned with my leash and led me back downstairs to my cell. After remarking the wonderful job i had done, she yet again slammed the door shut and the cycle began. One day i would clean parts of the house, and the next i would be in the dungeon having sex with all the other slaves while Mistress spanked every inch of my body. Everyday. --------------------------------------------------- About eleven months had passed since i had first moved into the house, and not once had i had the pleasure of pleasuring Mistress. i think she knew this and as the routine slowly changed, i noticed how often she would be around me. In the living room, she would sit in one of the chairs as i worked, watching my every move. In the dungeon, she implemented more and more toys to her repertoire. i now daily crawled around with a plug deep in my ass and clothespins on my nipples. This turned both of us on more and more until one day she broke. She led me into her study and told me to kneel at her feet. Removing all her clothes, she pushed herself closer to my face and i got the picture. i began licking and sucking like never before (quite literally). As i felt her entire body quake, she began slowly lowering herself to the floor, with me not moving from her pussy. i began thrusting my tongue deeper and deeper, making her moan louder and louder. As her entire body shook for the last time, i pushed myself in as far as i could go. She came like a tidal wave all over my face and the floor around us. Not instructing me to stop, i continued my relentless assault on her pussy, finding new ways to entice her. Before she finally stopped moving, she managed to snap her fingers three times, thus leading in three slaves from outside the room. As they all gathered around her, she gave the signal to get me off of her and begin working their own magic. The first one, shoved me down hard on his cock, splitting my ass in two. The second one straddled my face, thrusting his own cock down my throat, only releasing when i showed signs of not breathing. The third began pumping away at my pussy, bringing me to the most amazing climax i had felt in my entire time here. While Mistress laid unconscious on the floor, the three relentlessly pumped away for hours on end, only stopping to switch positions. When Mistress finally awoke and saw what was going on, she reached for her whip and cracked number two across the ass, sending him reeling across the room and onto the floor. She did the same to number three with the same result. As she grabbed number one's cock yanking it out of me, i hit the floor hard and didn't move. She cracked him with the whip as well and instructed them all back to their cells immediately. She rushed over to me and picked me up off the ground and onto the couch nearby. “Lacey, I'm sorry. I forgot how rowdy they can get when I'm not paying attention. Now that they're out of the way though I must ask you to do one more thing. You must finish what you started earlier.” i knew exactly what she meant and resumed my place at her waist. As i began to probe her pussy again, she began to do the same routine, falling slowly down to the ground, me in pursuit. Wave after wave of orgasms hit her and she began to fade as she did earlier. This time though she did not instruct me to stop or bring anyone else in. As i felt her body shake for the last time, she unloaded what must have been years of frustration and waiting, spewing her juices all over the place. As she again passed out, i picked her up in my arms and carried her back to her bed. i tucked her in and walked away, headed for the basement. After months of living here and experiencing the dungeon, i suddenly craved the urge to go down there and tie myself up for the night. It seemed like my fantasies were indeed coming true here as i grabbed a gag and blindfold. Chaining myself to the ceiling and straddling a sawhorse i inserted the gag and put on the blindfold and drifted off to sleep. It was by far the best night of sleep i had gotten there yet. i awoke the next day to find myself in a strangely large bed in a room i couldn't recognize, with a different collar than i was used to. This one was made out of pure metal while my old leathery one was no where to be found. As i looked up to see my Mistress sauntering towards me, i realized that at her feet was one of the slaves from the day before. “Lacey, you have shown me a lot of things in the last twenty four hours. You may notice the new collar you are wearing. That is the collar of my favorite slave. What you did back in the study was the most exhilarating feeling I have ever felt in my entire life. Then to find you this morning chained in the dungeon on your own will? Well that is something I could have never expected. I have a feeling that you will enjoy your time here more now knowing what I know. And I hope that I can get to know you better as well...” As she climbed into the bed next to me, she kissed me deeply as we both fell back to sleep in each others arms...

My wife, Wendy, has, for her all working life, been a professional actor. We first met, in the 1960s, on a film set when she was in a couple of films based on the crazy adventures at a girls school. In the productions she played a minor role as a schoolgirl dressed accordingly in gymslip, white shirt and tie, black stockings and suspenders and, finally, navy blue school knickers. The majority of the cast were similarly attired and although they were mostly girls in their early to mid-twenties they played the parts of younger schoolgirls. I often asked her about her work and in particular her early films but as she and I had met and fallen in love at that time and, consequently, had spent nearly all our free time together, her experiences were somewhat limited. However, that wasn’t the case for all the cast. Wendy used to meet up fairly regularly with a couple of fellow ‘schoolgirl’ actors who she’d shared digs with whilst filming. A little while ago one Wendy’s friends from that time, Emma, happened to bump into another actor, Pru, who was also in the two films and invited her along to meet Wendy and Mary at one of their get-togethers and the following story was divulged to them by Pru. Firstly she asked if the other girls had been at the end of production party on the second film. They all said they had been there briefly but Wendy had left early to meet me, Mary had had to go off to an audition and Emma had taken an early train home. ‘Ah,’ said Pru, ‘Then you must all have missed to exciting bit!’ And she then relayed the following story…. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘As the party was winding down, some of the girls, who hadn’t had time to change out of their ‘uniform’ started to hand out invitations to a few crew members, extras, minor actors etc to wait behind till everyone else had left and promised them a ‘bit of fun’! By default I seemed to be sort of ‘in charge of proceedings’ at that point. Some of the others had managed to corral eight guys and six very willing girls. Four of the ladies were still in their ‘school’ uniform. The remaining two popped back to their dressing room to change back into their ‘costumes’. When everyone was back together I asked the men to get a chair each and form a semi-circle. I stood up and spoke to the guys, ‘Thank so much for staying back a bit longer but I think it’ll be worth it for you. Well I hope so. ‘Throughout the many weeks of filming,’ I continued, ‘You particular guys have always treated us ladies with the utmost courtesy and respect. That can’t be said about all the rest of the men on set. I think we’ve all ended up some days with bruises on our bottoms as, it seems, lots of the other guys felt we were just there for their pleasure. What with them constantly wanting to look up our gym slips to see our knickers, rubbing ‘accidentally’ against us with their cocks! Pinching and stroking bottoms both on top of our gymslips and up inside them if they got a chance it’s been a bit of a nightmare. Now, we don’t know why you guys didn’t get involved with that sort of behaviour but we put it down to your strong self-restraint. However, we are fairly certain that, given half-a-chance, being good looking red-blooded males you might be interested in both the way we are dressed and the sexual implications of sex, to some extent, with an adult schoolgirl. We’ll find out shortly whether we really turn you on as a way of thanking you for your thoughtfulness over last few weeks.’ ‘The girls lined up opposite the men and I said, ’Now then guys do you want to continue looking at us in full uniform or would you like us to strip off our gymslips?’ The replies were unanimous. ‘Right, girls, off with your gymslips.’ And almost as one the girls removed their outer layer so that all six of us were standing in front of the eight men in our shirts and ties, stockings and suspenders and navy blue school knickers. ‘Ok,’ I said, ‘I guess that’s a rather nice view for you to start with but, before we go on to the next stage, I think that you guys may need to loosen your trousers or take your cocks out because they’re liable to starting to feel uncomfortable trapped inside your trousers as we proceed. I can see, already, some rather excited cocks! But that’s ok. That what we wanted girls isn’t it?’ The reply was a very enthusiastic ‘Yes please!” 'Some of the guys extracted their, already fairly engorged cocks, some dropped their trousers and underpants completely. ‘Wow! What a lovely sight that is,’ I continued as I scanned the cocks in front of me. ‘OK, now on to the next stage. We know that a lot of men (and boys!) are very interested in school knickers and in particular, maybe, in our school knickers! So, what we’re now going to do is have an auction. Each of the girls will come forward in turn and you can make a bid for their knickers. The girl whose knickers attract each winning bid will remove them and present them to you as a keepsake. What you do with them is entirely up to you but knowing that none of you are yet married I guess some future, heavy, staining might ensue! Which reminds me, their could be a little ‘bonus’ for you too. More of that later. ‘One final point. As you can see there are six pairs of knickers available and eight of you guys but don’t worry we’ll sort something else out for the ‘losing’ two later. Right. I’ll go first. So what am I bid for this lovely, soft and warm pair of navy blue school knickers? Snuggled up, at the moment, against my rather swollen and moist pussy. They’re my favourite pair and only slightly stained from my wanking in them a few times.’ When you consider that new school knickers only cost a few bob to buy in those days the bidding quickly rose to a few pounds. A winner was quickly established for the first pair before the bids got out of hand and with an agreement to pay before leaving that evening I quickly removed my knickers exposing my rather swollen mound as I previously mentioned. I walked over to Glen, who’d won them, and instead of handing them to him knelt down next to him, examined closely his very rampant cock, kissed it and started to rub it with my knickers. The effect was instantaneous. Spunk flew from his cock as I squeezed and wanked his cock till it subsided. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘There’s the first stain! And what a big stain it is too!’ I examined them as I handed them to a rather spent Glen. ‘And so it continued. Jan was next. Her bids doubled what Glen had bid for his pair but I, still wandering, quite happily around with my pussy exposed and so beautifully framed by my black stockings and suspenders, called a halt when I felt it was getting too high. And again, Jan, removed her knickers wrapped them round the winning bidder’s very engorged cock (whilst I also took a very close interest!) and within seconds his cock exploded with his semen. Most of his spunk had been caught by Jan knickers but a little remained oozing out of his cock so she simply licked it off. ‘Eve followed Jan. She took her knickers off before the bidding began and exposed a totally bald pussy. Twirling her knickers in one hand whilst the bidding began her other hand and fingers were drawn down to her pussy which she began playing with. That raised the erections up another notch or two as Eve continued to examine them from afar. She was, quite obviously, extremely excited with the view in front of her and gradually seemed to be bringing herself to an orgasmic conclusion. Her knickers were won and she slid across to the winner and slipped her knickers around his cock. Rather than crouching down she bent from the waist and spread her legs slightly so that, Bob, who had won the knicks, got a wonderful close view of a very puffed up pussy. He came explosively! There seemed to be cum everywhere and Eve had her work cut out using her knickers to wipe it all up. ‘Janet was next in line. She stood at the front and turning round lowered her knickers to mid thigh, opened her legs slightly and bent forward giving all the guys a lovely view of her open pussy with her fingers gently caressing both her pussy hole and clit. She didn’t quite get to an orgasm but she must have been close before stripping off her knickers completely and wrapping them round Joe’s huge red cock. Janet was extremely gentle and slow with her wanking of his cock as she thoroughly enjoying the whole exercise. But Joe could not hold out too long and with final squeeze Janet released a huge gush of spunk. ‘Wow!’ she exclaimed and slipping her fingers down to her pussy wanked herself to a big climax too. ‘Paula, the bustiest of the six girls, was next. Standing in front of the guys she proceeded to open up her blouse as the bidding took place. Very slowly she gradually exposed first one and then both of her large breasts and started to stroke her nipples. Ronnie won the bidding that time and practically shot his load straight away as Paula removed her knickers bent over to wrap his cock in warm, soft knicker fabric whilst rubbing her gorgeous breasts in his face. Out shot the spunk and Paula, who hadn’t quite managed to completely enclose the head of his cock took a few spurts of spunk both on her face and her, stunning, breasts. ‘Last of the girls was Romy. A ravishing blonde whose navy knickers looked almost as if she had them made to measure! Tight and sculpted around her beautifully pert bottom whilst her puffed up pussy was emphasised by the soft clinging interlock cotton material. As there were on three guys left to bid on the knickers (and with the five ‘serviced’ men drifting away or standing away from the action) Romy strode over to them and encouraged them to have a bit of a fondle, ‘So you can ascertain what you’re getting for your money,’ she told them. She was clearly enjoying the ‘hands on’ approach as the three guys hands brushed against her bottom and pussy mound and she even allowed them to stroke her gusset in between her legs. The winning bid came from a very pleased (judging by the size of his very, very engorged cock!), Phil who started to cum almost straight away as Roma reached down to get hold of his penis whilst trying to slip off her knicks. A bit of quick thinking by her allowed Phil’s cum to spurt onto the front of her knickers whilst she rubbed the spurting cock against the material. As he finished Romy removed the sodden knickers and dabbed his, still leaking, cock with them. Romy was another young lady with a bald pussy. ‘OK, guys,’ I said,’Thanks for your contributions both in ‘money’ and spunk but we won’t really be asking for any money. That was just an excuse to get you rather excited. And it definitely worked! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did but we have noticed that there are still two very, very stiff cocks here that have lost out in the ‘bidding war’ and must be about fit to burst I reckon. So you two, Col and Sammy, are to have a little different bit of fun. Ladies?’ she called. Splitting them into two sets of three they each rounded on the two guys. With their totally naked pussies exposed two of the girls (in each set) knelt down either side of the two men. Admiring and gently squeezing but taking care not to wank the cocks too vigorously to start with. The third girls, Romy and Eve, with their shaved pussies, stood directly in front of each man and, wetting their fingers, started to juice up their vaginas. ‘OK guys,’ I said, ‘Both Romy and Eve are desperate to get your cocks in their holes but you must be careful because we don’t want you cumming inside them. So tell us when you feel you’re about to cum, pull yourself out and we’ll finish you off. OK?’ There were muttered ‘ok’s’ from the guys as first the stunning Romy started to slide her pussy down on to Col’s cock. She didn’t move for a while as if savouring the feel of a cock inside her. Slowly, ever so slowly, Romy started to raise herself on his cock and the slide herself back down again, Colin’s eyes were tightly closed as he concentrated on restraining his cock from exploding inside Romy’s hot, juicy pussy. Meanwhile, Eve, had sat herself on Sam’s cock the opposite way on to that of Romy with her back towards Sam. Again, like Romy, Eve savoured the feeling of a very engorged cock buried deep into her vagina. She began, slowly, to ride Sam’s cock. He moaned. ‘Are you about to cum, Sam?’ I asked with a bit of alarm in my voice. ‘I think I’m pretty close,’ he replied. ‘OK girls. Get him out quickly,’ I said. And with seconds to spare the two girls kneeling either side of the couple pulled Sam’s cock from Eve’s pussy and wanked the cum out of him onto Eve’s tummy and pussy lips. Taking full advantage of the newly arrived ‘lubricant’ Eve moved her fingers down into the pool of spunk and rapidly wanked her clit to a climax with it. She collapsed backward on to Sam who was happy to have a rather spent young lady laying on him while she recovered. ‘The activity that was going on with Sam and Eve transmitted itself across to Romy and Colin. The gasps of orgasms next to him were getting a bit too much and Colin gasped, ‘I think I’m about there!’ “OK, Col,’ I said. And saying, ‘I’ll get this one!’ pulled Colin’s cock from out of Romy’s amazingly swollen pussy and wrapped my mouth around his cock just as it started to spunk. I sucked and sucked till every drop had been swallowed. Romy, obviously still well worked up, thrust her pussy into the face of Paula, who had been kneeling next to her during the initial stroking of Col’s cock. Paula realised straight away what she needed to do with Romy’s swollen pussy and clit and buried her head into her genitals and started to suck and lick. Moments is all it took for Romy to have a explosive orgasm. She collapsed onto a steadily wilting Colin - stunned. ‘It took a little while for everyone to attain a certain amount of equilibrium once more. The girls to return to their dressing rooms to change. The remaining guys to readjust their clothing and then meet up with the girls for a couple of drinks in a local pub before everyone dispersed. Some with material souvenirs in the way of navy knickers (stained) and all with a memories of an evening well spent and, undoubtably, enjoyed by all.’ And that was the story Pru passed on to Wendy, Mary and Emma when they all met. It sounded very, very exciting. Funnily enough, Pru married one of the guys who was at the ‘auction’ and ‘bought’ a pair of knickers but it wasn’t her pair. However, she did say that they still used the knickers in their sex lives occasionally to which, in unison, I, Mary and Emma, all said, ‘Funnily enough …’

Shortly after we were married Wendy was invited for an audition. It was to be on a Saturday for some reason and she was due to be out most of the day. On the Friday night as we were getting ready for bed I noticed that Wendy was taking off a pair off her navy blue school knickers but, strangely, I was sure she hadn’t put them on that morning as she got dressed. There must be a reason but I just let it pass. We were but awake pretty early the next morning because Wendy had a fairly early start for her audition We both slept in our bed in the nude. Always had done and still do. So as I followed Wendy out of bed and started to get my clothes together ready to put on she said, ‘Just a moment, darling, there’s something I’d like you do for me. Seeing as I’m going to out most of the day I want you to wear something that’ll remind you not only how much I love you but how sexy and desirable I always find you.’ With that she approached me with the navy blue knickers she had taken off last night. ‘I want you to wear these all day, darling. I put them on yesterday evening just so I got the ‘warmed up’ as it were. They’ll probably smell of me but the thought of you wearing them for me is rather erotic.’ I was a little bemused but did as she asked. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘You mustn’t wank in them. Promise. And I’ll sort that out when I get back this evening.’ I have to say that the feel knickers against my cock was very, very nice and I started to get an erection. Remembering, Wendy’s instruction to not wank in them I hoped that I wasn’t going to have to suffer having a permanent erection all day till Wendy came home. Wendy was ready to leave when I got down stairs. “Now remember what I said “No wanking in my knickers”. Right?’ ‘I understand,’ I said. ‘Good’, she said and squeezed my cock through not only my trousers but through the navy blue knickers. It sent a shockwave through me. ‘You tease,’ I said. She laughed. I said good luck to her but thought I may the one needing the luck wearing these snuggly, soft knickers all day. I tried to settle down and take my mind off my current situation and that worked to some extent but every time I moved the knicker fabric rubbed against my cock and it started to erect again. Likewise, every time I went to the toilet and extracted my cock from the knickers I stared to get aroused. I so desperately wanted to have a wank but knew that if I stained them Wendy wouldn’t be pleased. I also knew that with her being such an inventive lover she’d probably got some exciting reward in mind if I could just control myself. The thought of that started to excite me again! There again, I thought, maybe Wendy’s also a bit excited with the idea of me wearing her knickers all day. Only another eight hours to go! The time seemed to really drag. I tried to relax and read but my mind kept being drawn back to the feeling of my cock and Wendy’s knickers and up would pop my cock. I seemed to be looking at the clock every few minutes which didn’t help but, eventually, I heard a key being inserted in the front door lock and Wendy reappeared. Thank God! ‘Hi,’ I said, ‘Did you get the part?’ ‘I’m not sure yet but, so far, it’s looking quite good. So how’s your day been?’ I told her it had been absolute hell in a way. Whereas the feeling of her knickers on my cock was lovely it was a terrible strain not to want a wank in them. ‘My poor darling. Well I’m home now so lets have a look. Take your trousers off.’ she said. I did as I was told and she had a good feel of my, now, excited cock. She peeled down the front of the knickers and inspected them. ‘Hmm,’ she said, ‘Lots of pre-cum on them. It must have been rather hellish getting lots of erections but not being able to wank off in them. I have to admit that I kept thinking of you in my knicks and getting quite excited with the thought. So much so, in fact, that I had to excuse myself twice to have a wank myself! Sorry.’ I was rather gobsmacked at that revelation but I didn’t get a chance to dwell on it because Wendy was kneeling in front of me and stroking my cock through the navy blue knickers. Slowly my arousal built and built and, rather quicker than I expected, I felt I was going to cum. Wendy, picked that up and very sensually placed her mouth around my cock. She sucked whilst also rubbing my penis’s shaft with the knickers at the same time and I erupted. I pumped and pumped spunk into Wendy’s mouth. She could hardly contain the amount of cum squirting out of my cock. As she tried to swallow it more shot out and dribbled out of her mouth and into the knickers she was still holding against my cock. It took a while but eventually I finished spunking. ‘Wow, I guess that’s been building up all day. There certainly was masses of it,’ she added, ‘Thank you for saving it for me.’ I was totally spent. Phew. I don’t think I’ve ever had a cum like that one. Wendy got up still with spunk running own her chin and said, ‘Think we both need a shower then one of us is going to need a jolly good fucking so I hope you’ll recover pretty quickly.’ I did and she got exactly what she desired. One day about six years since we first met Wendy passed me a small, soft package and said, ‘Happy Anniversary.’ I blanched. I couldn’t have missed our wedding anniversary could I! ‘I’m sorry love I’ve no idea what anniversary it is. Typical man I guess.’ ‘Well open the package and maybe you’ll get an idea,’ she said. I opened the small package and inside were a pair of brand new maroon knickers. I was still none the wiser. ‘Shall I put you out of your misery? Well exactly six years ago today we had out first fuck together. And, if you remember my knickers on that occasion were maroon. Those knickers took quite a hammering not just on that day but on lots of days since. Goodness how many pints of spunk you’ve deposited on them over the years. Not to mention the pussy juices that have flowed out of me! So I thought it’s about time I freshened up this particular colour of knicks. Hope you like them.’ She continued to tease me a bit more but it was just a her way of suggesting a little idea she’d been planning for a little while. Our ‘first fuck’ had taken place in a small copse of trees near were we both living at the time and Wendy fancied reliving that occasion with an outdoor fuck somewhere. I was game for that as long as we could find somewhere quiet. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘I don’t think that’ll be to much of a problem. But before we go I think you should come upstairs whilst I put on my new knickers.’ I followed her to the bedroom and she started to put the them on. The sight, as usual, was so very erotic and when Wendy lifted up her skirt to model the knickers I couldn’t resist getting hold of her, fondling the knickers whilst hold up her skirt. ‘I’m sorry darling I can’t resist you in them. I think I need to fuck you now!’ Wendy reached out her hand behind her and felt my very swollen cock. ‘I think you do need to fuck me now. You’re right.’ And so saying she pulled up her skirt a little more and lowered her new maroon knickers to her thighs. She turned her back to me and bent over. As I removed my trousers and slipped down my underpants I got a lovely view of her already swollen pussy. I nuzzled my cock against her pussy and Wendy reached behind herself and guided me into her warm, welcoming and juicy pussy. It was bliss (for both of us if Wendy’s moans were anything to go by). It didn’t take us very long to climax I got there fractionally before Wendy but we both were totally exhilarated by the spontaneity of the fuck. Wend pulled up her knickers and said, ‘Well that’s got these knickers christened. I can feel your spunk sliding out of my pussy already. Yummy.’ It was quite a sunny and warmish day that day so we didn’t need to wrap up. Wendy had prepared a little picnic to take with us so we set off in the car to a place we often visited for a walk. It was a large park like area with gently rolling hills and valleys. Wendy suggested we park at the nearby village rather than the main public car park. I said ok even though it meant a fair climb to the area we usually liked go. On the way I noticed that Wendy was toying, through her clothes, at her pussy. ‘Is anything the matter, darling?’ ‘Not really,’ she said, ‘It’s just that fuck this morning had made me feel very horny. Add to that that I’m rather aware of your spunk trickling into my knickers.’ ‘Would you feel better if you had a wank?’ I suggested. ‘I think it might actually. Do you mind if I do that? she replied. ‘Not at all. Please carry on.’ With no further ado she lifted the skirt she was wearing and slipped her hand down her maroon knickers and started to wank herself slowly. In a minute or so Wendy started to moan and shake.’I didn’t realise I needed that so much,’ she gasped. ‘My pussy was so sensitive and ready with your spunk making it so lovely and juicy. Thank you darling.’ she said. “You don’t need to thank me, love. I fully understand how you needed that and I’m sure it won’t be the last of today’s cums!’ I replied. Her hand drifted over to my cock and gave it a little squeeze. ‘And I don’t think you’ve finished your cumming today either judging by what I found just then!’ We parked in the village that Wendy had suggested and, gathering our picnic basket and car rug, started the climb up the hill towards the main footpath which ran across the top of the hills. ‘OK, I think here would be perfect.’ Wendy said as we neared the top and a fairly high stone wall that ran alongside the main path which was just beyond the wall. She spread out the rug and sat down. ‘Why here?’ I asked. ‘Well,’ she said. ‘Anybody walking along the path on the other side of the wall can’t see us and anybody taking the same route up from the village that we did will be visible for ages. So I think it’ll be perfect for what he have in mind.’ Wendy unpacked a few of the bits and pieces from the picnic basket and pored us both a glass of wine. She was well relaxed now but I was a little nervous because every now and then I could hear people walking and talking on the other side of the wall. However, when Wendy leaned over and gave me a big kiss and directed my hand to her knickered pussy I realised that my cock might be needed soon. Wendy stood up and slipped off her knickers and put them in her handbag. ‘I think it’s going to make our fucking a little easier if my pussy is more openly available as it were.’ she announced. She moved closer to me and started to unzip me, Reached inside my trousers for my cock and found him a little softer that she would like. ‘Sorry, I did I’m just a bit nervous.’ I said.’Don’t worry darling. I’ll get you going a bit I’m sure.’ she replied. She lay down with her head in my lap and started to suck me whilst rubbing her pussy. To all intents it looked like she was just having a little snooze with my lap as her pillow. Gradually I could tell she was getting herself worked up and although my cock wasn’t huge it was stiff enough to slip into Wendy when she was ready. She obviously came to the same conclusion and just checking first that we weren’t being observed sank her self onto my cock. It slid in beautifully. I guess, as a result of the previous mix of her and my cum. She sat there and barely moved then exploded! She must have timed her orgasm so well that after wanking herself she just needed to feel my cock inside to have her cum. She worked herself gently on my impaled cock until her orgasm dissipated and then got off me. She was, fortunately, able to just have my cock stiff enough to achieve what she wanted. ‘I’m so sorry Wendy,’ I said, ‘I said I was just too uncomfortable to get a full erection or a cum.’ ‘Don’t worry darling. I don’t blame you at all. It is a bit nerve-racking being so close to people walking on the wall behind us. Anyway, I had a lovely cum, so thank you for that. And you’ll get your cum later I promise.’ We continued or small picnic. Wendy was airing her very moist pussy by pulling her skirt just above her knees and spending her legs quite widely. As we sat there we noticed someone starting to ascend the hill from the village down below. Following the same track as we had they would be up to us in about 5 minutes. Wendy stayed exactly as she was with her pussy fully exposed to whoever it was climbing up towards us. She had a bit of exhibitionism in her did Wendy and had a little trick she was able to use which allowed her to slightly open her pussy hole. It meant that it looked like someone had just taken their cock out of her and her pussy lips hadn’t yet closed up. It was a almost as if her pussy hole was winking at you. (I asked her once how she did this and she said ‘Did what?’ and as I explained she said, ‘I don’t know what your talking about and gave me a wink and a smile). It was plainly a man who approached up up the hill and as he got close I greeted him with a ‘Good Afternoon.’ I don’t think he was listening to what I was saying because he seemed to be concentrating on what was before him up Wendy’s skirt. He moved on. ‘Guess he must have seen something of interest just now do you think, darling?’ said Wendy, ‘He couldn’t take his eyes off it could he?’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ I remarked. She did like to do these little teases every so often. She reckoned she had been doing things like this (though not quite as brazen) since she was at school when as teenagers her mates and her used to dare each other to walk through the town with their gymslip lifted up at their back apparently caught by their satchel but exposing their knicker-clad bottoms to the world. As she told me ‘It caused quite a lot of interest among the male population for some reason!’ We packed up and meandered arm in arm down the hill and to our car. ‘That was lovely, Jamie,’ she said ‘It was just how I wanted to celebrate our first fuck together though, I have to say, there wasn’t quite so much spunk around this time!’ Thus far she should have added. When we arrived home it was just starting to get dark and Wendy said she thought she’d go and have a shower. So upstairs she went. I had just settled down to watch a bit of television when she called me. ‘Have you got a couple of minutes, darling?’she called. ‘Sure,’ I said as I climbed the stairs. I went into our bedroom where Wendy was lying on the bed naked except for her maroon knickers. She looked an absolute picture with the knickers pulled up tight against her rather swollen pussy. ‘It just struck me,’ she said, ‘That there’s a large are of knickers, here at the front, that would be an ideal area to squirt some of your spunk on. After all I didn’t give you much of a chance when we had our picnic. Would you like to wank on me, darling?’ I didn’t need to reply because as I took my clothes off it became fairly clear from the state of my cock what I thought of the idea. I started to stroke my cock as Wendy watched, alternately, my hand on my cock or my face. At the same time Wendy’s hand started to venture down the inside of her knickers. I, having started my wank, slightly before Wendy was almost ready to come after a a minute or so. ‘I’m just about to cum, darling. Stand by!’ I said. And, with that, out of my cock sprayed quite a copious amount of cum. Most of it landed on the front of Wendy’s new maroon knickers as requested and Wendy increased her ranking as I continued to spunk. She then slid her hand out of her knickers and scooped up some of my spunk, before it soaked into the knickers material, and placed it in her mouth. She gave a little shiver as she did so, which she admitted later, was fourth orgasm of the day. Quite an Anniversary celebration!

It was during the summer holidays and it was a particularly lonesome one for me at that time because my boyfriend had gone on a family vacation to Rome to see some God-knows-what deserted ancient ruins and to look at half-torn down buildings and historical structures that held no significance to modern times whatsoever. Frankly, I was pissed at him for having left me alone for half the summer although I didn't show it and replied his e-mails very sweetly for all the world as if I was doing perfectly fine without him. Truth was that I was not . With the intense humidity and the sheer boredom of having nothing to do, I found myself in a constant state of arousal most of the time. My pussy was wet and moist on most occasions even when I wasn't doing anything and this caused me some discomfort as you can imagine. Playing with myself didn't seem to suffice and I didn't want to sleep around to satisfy my needs because Jack would be crushed if he knew. And I deeply cared for this dude. He also had an amazing cock that could make me scream like a porn star when he fucked my brains out. Well, imagine my delight when the long awaited day finally arrived. Jack was to get home that morning and I was to go out with him for a movie that very afternoon. The moment I saw him waiting for me outside the movie theatre, I flung myself into his arms and he held me tight. "Babe, I've missed you so much," I cried. "I've missed you too. You're all I've been thinking about, sweetheart," he crooned gently. I had already been horny all day but now, the longer he held me, the more torturous it was. I felt my nipples growing hard and I deliberately pushed them up into his chest as I whispered into his ear as sexily as I could "I've been horny for you all summer." I smiled in delight as I felt a considerable bulge start to form in the crotch of is pants. We walked in and headed straight for the movie counter. "Two tickets for The Dawn of Time , please," I smiled at the ticket lady. Jack looked a little bewildered. "But babe," he protested. "I heard that movie was a douche. It got really bad reviews. I doubt anyone would be watching it with us." No sooner had the words left his mouth that he realised what I had in store and he smiled as he caught the glint in my eye. "Whatever you say," he chuckled as we paid for the tickets and made our way to the movie hall in question. My pussy grew even wetter as I noticed the size of his erection intensify. The inside was just as we had expected, completely empty. We contendedly settled ourselves at a corner in the back row. The moment the light were turned down, we started kissing with all the passion that we have been with holding all summer long. "Oh, baby I've missed you. I've missed you so much. All summer I was just thinking about you, of kissing you, of fucking your tight little cunt. Ohh.." he moaned. This dirty talk got me going too. He slipped his hand under my blouse and started kneading my soft breasts as if they were made of dough. I moaned at his touch and kissed him even deeper, inserting my hot tongue into his mouth. He played his thumb along my bar-line and finally slipped them inside, twiddling my nipples gently with his thumb and forefinger. I couldn't take it anymore, my little cunt was so wet. I undid the button and zip of my jeans and guided his hands in with a desperate sense of urgency. The moment his hands were inside, rubbing my clit (I had intentionally not worn panties, just for his benefit) I shuddered as all those weeks I had spent dreaming of this moment finally arrived. "I didn't shave my pussy, just the way you like it," I managed to say as I gasped at the way he was handling things down there. "Atta girl," he replied shortly, pulling my pubic hair and arousing my clit even more. We both knew that I loved it when he tugged at my hair down there as I found the pain both exciting and erotic. "Baby," I drew in a sharp intake of breath as he inserted one finger into my fuckhole. "Oh, baby. Harder." Meanwhile, I had undid his jeans and had slipped my hand inside to grip his beautiful eight-incher too. It had amazing girth and was possibly the thickest cock I've seen for a boy our age. His dick was already pulsating as I wrapped my hand around it and slowly started moving it up and down. We maintained this position of ours for a few moments longer, hands down each others pants, me teasing his dick while he fingered me deeper and deeper, convulsing me to the verge of cumming. I pulled his cock out and bent my head over it, taking it into my mouth. I couldn't fit the whole thing in but I took in as much as I could to the back of my throat, taking my time in sucking and licking the entire length of his shaft until my mouth was salty from his pre-cum. He writhed at the sensation I was causing him and I finally looked up after a couple of intense minutes and kissed him full on the mouth, giving him a taste of the saltiness. He then dived his head down into my chest, my blouse buttons having come undone somewhere in the process, and sucked at my nipples. The feel of his warm mouth covering my nipple erect from the cold movie hall and the horniness sent me over the edge. "Baby, I'm going to cum! Fuck shit! Finger me harder baby! Just do it harder! Fuck me fuck me please OH GOD!!" I had been rubbing his cock violently as he fingered me deeper and we both cummed together. We lay back in our seats panting in exhaustion. "Is that it?" he asked, breaking the silence. I smiled at him through the dark. "Oh, no baby." We just jacked off just now but we didn't get the chance to do any hardcore fucking. Come over to my place tomorrow night. My parents are going out of town and we have the whole place to ourselves." I smiled at him through the dark. He wrapped his arms around my waist, gave me a huge passionate kiss and smiled back. "Can't wait."

Looks can be deceiving. I'd just been dumped. The girlfriend, I mean ex girlfriend, found another man it seems. She was no longer interested in my average build, brown hair and blue eyes. Sure I’m pretty pale but that's only because I work with computers all day. Feeling betrayed and not up to par in confidence I decided to go to the local bar near my work. A small dive bar that serves affordable food and drinks, usually I'm upstairs where the actual bar is drinking beer and a shot or two. Today I wanted a little more than few shots, I wanted to go hard. Speaking of hard I haven't had sex in quite a while. Probably three weeks in total minus a few times that I jerked off but even then it's been a week since I had any release. I get to the bar on the 2nd floor, sit down and I order a beer with a double shot of Jack, just trying to forget everything by the end of the night. Because it's a Friday I fortunately didn't Have to work the next day, which leaves me plenty of time to get drunk as fuck. A few hours go by and so does about 6 shots and 2 beers. I started to feel pretty lit and in a better mood. I looked around the bar to see if anyone of interest was around. Perhaps a lovely lady who's looking to loosen up too. And there across the room at the opposite end of the bar was a beautiful light skinned black woman. Long black hair, sort of a taller build, brown eyes, big soft lips and at least a C cup. Her breasts were peaking out of her purple and black skirt, enough to draw a lot of attention. My attention. She was wearing black heels and red lipstick, showing off her smooth legs under her skirt. I had to say something, but what? I couldn't help but continue staring from the other side of the bar and then she saw me. She stared at me with those shining brown eyes and smiled. I smiled back but hesitated to say something. I gulped the shot of Jack and got the nerve to go sit by her. I sat down next to the beautiful black temptress, Immediately getting whiffs of her perfume. She smelled of sweet flowers, a relaxing scent. “hey there, I saw you from across the bar and I thought to myself, my God I have to talk to this beautiful woman". I said shyly and with some stutter. I was nervous to be in her presence and I thought even though she was out of my league I had to try to entice her. She looked at me and replied in a cute raspy voice “ I saw you staring from across the room too, I was wondering why such a handsome man is sitting all by himself. I was hoping you'd get the nerve to talk to me". I blushed and even felt my dick twitch a little. “my name is Kiera" she said. I asked how she was and what she was doing in a dive bar like this with no man. Turns out she also went through a breakup. She caught her man fucking a other woman in their bed. I told her that I felt bad and mentioned my situation, definitely not as bad as hers. We end up talking for a few hours, time flew by and before we knew it was already midnight. After we told some stories and jokes we both felt comfortable enough to ask some personal questions. We decided to play a little game of truth or dare, but mostly just truth. We started with our work and hobbies, then things got interesting. Kiera stared into my eyes and asked me if I masturbate and how often. Then she asked when the last time I had sex was. Of course I told her and she wasn't at all surprised or shocked. She answered, “ I masturbate too and like you I haven't had sex in a very long time. In fact I think it's been a month since I last came.” She looked at me with deep lustful eyes and out her hand on my thigh and whispered,“ I was actually looking to… find someone to help with something”. I got a little hard when she placed her hand on my thigh and spoke those soft tempting words. “ What a coincidence, I am also in need of some help" I replied seductively. I put my hand on her thigh and we both smiled. “Would you like to help tonight? Say, at my place?” she asked me. Of course I said yes! We decided to pay our tabs and take a lyft back to her place. We grabbed our jackets, I took her hand and we left the bar. As we get into the lyft and greet the driver she whispers into my ear, “ I have a little secret, I hope you don't mind". I looked at her said “oh? What kind of secret?”. “you promise you won't mind?”” I promise” I said. As I said I promise she stared deep into my eyes, grabbed my hand and lightly set it in her crotch. My hand sat there for a minute and I felt something out of the ordinary. Kiera was hard, dick hard. It twitched to the touch of my hand. My eyes widened and my heart started beating uncontrollably. She looked at me and asked me if everything was alright and if I was okay with her secret. I was speechless for a minute and then I finally said “yes, yes of course I'm good and don't worry your secret is safe with me". She smiled And bit her bottom lip, giving me the stares of lust. We finally get back to her apartment. She paid the lyft driver then we headed to her apartment door. As she was about to open the door she turned to me. “ I’m kind of nervous" she told me. “ I do have to warn you, my penis hasn't been touched in a long time and my balls are very, very full of sperm.” My heart still pounding I said “ no worries, we will take good care of that" and I winked. She smiled and opened the door to her apartment. We walk in and the place smells of flowers and scented candles, the apple kind. The living room was very open with a long couch in the shape of an L over looking the tv. Attached to the living room was the kitchen and two doors, one to her bedroom on the right and the other to the rest room on the left next to the kitchen. “so this is my place what do you think?” “I love it!!” I replied with nervous excitement. “ I have to go freshen up a bit then we can watch a movie on the couch!” she said and I agreed. “make yourself comfortable and I’ll be out in a moment”. She left to her room and closed the door behind her. As I sat on her couch I looked around the apartment trying to stay chill. I thought about what I was getting myself into. I've never been with a trans woman before, though it's always been a fantasy of mine. To know what it felt like. I started thinking more and more about it, my dick got extremely hard. My dick is only 5 inches when it's hard, kind of pathetic and I was worried she would be turned off because of it. Then again the way she looked at me and how she told me that she hasn't had sex in a month I don't think it matters. After sitting in the living room for what felt like an hour, only 15 minutes actually, Kiera finally came out of her room. What I saw wasn't what I was expecting. She was dressed in baggy grey sweatpants and a light blue t-shirt. Still wearing lipstick but no bra. Her nipples were poking through the shirt showing off the full size of her breasts. As I inspect her outfit I see her penis poking out a bit from her sweats, it looked like it wanted to escape the fabric prison and reveal it's true form. “ so it's not much but how do I look?” she asked as she posed lifting her leg back and sticking her tongue out. “you look amazing!” I exclaimed. “Yay!! I’m soo happy you think so! So are we ready for a movie?” “oh yes I think we are" I said as I smiled back and winked at her. She smiled and hopped on the couch next to me. She turned on the tv and asked me what I wanted to watch. “whatever you'd like to watch is fine with me!” the movie of choice was The hangover part 2. I guess she was a huge fan of the franchise. We dimmed the lights and began watching the movie. About 20 minutes in and we both start to feel the sexual tension. I look down at her sweats, I see her dick getting harder underneath. I start to salivate. I didn't want to rush anything but I put my hand on her thigh, slowly starting to work my way up to the pant lines. She knew what was coming, I knew she knew because she bit her lips while keeping focused on the movie. I began to slide my hand down her pants. She seemed not to have shaved for a week or so, I felt the prickly hair run across my wrist as my hand made it's way to her penis. I finally reached it and let my fingers get a feel for her hard dick. The shaft was soft, the small, tight folds of skin rolled under my fingers as I slowly reached for her tip. As I touched the tip of her penis I felt some of her sperm leaking out. She moaned quietly while I was touching her, then I began stroking her hard. She had to have been at least 7 inches long and an inch or so thick. I began to admire it and just as I began stroking her hard cock then she stuck her hand down my pants and began stroking my dick. She turned to me, “ I want you to lick it, I want your mouth on my cock”. I smiled and obliged her request. As she sat on the couch and continued to watch the movie I fell to my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I pulled off her sweat pants and threw them on the floor. Between her soft light skinned legs was her very hard and very horny penis. Her balls dangled below her thick cock, swelled and full of sperm. She looked down at me “ my spermies need a home soon, a warm soft hole.” She said as she looked into my soul and stuck her tongue out as if she was licking the air. I didn't hesitate to help her drain her full balls of cum. I started by licking her stiff shaft. I could smell her male pheromones irradiating from her penis mixed with the flower perfume. I licked softly up and down from the tip to the balls. I put her balls in my mouth, I could feel how stuffed they were. I tasted the sweat from the day and felt the little hairs prickle my mouth. I wanted them to build up more sperm so I decided to deep throat her whole cock. It slid up and down my throat, as her cock stiffened in my throat I used my tongue to massage the sensitive skin on her shaft. She started moaning “ of fuck yes, your mouth feels soo amazing! Keep sucking baby, keep sucking!” I started to blow her faster and harder and just as I did I felt some precum slide down my throat into my belly. “UGH YES!!” She moaned in pleasure. I pulled my mouth off her hard dick, I didn’t want her to cum yet and neither did she. I sat on the couch and we traded places. She got on her knees. And pulled off my Jean’s. “it's your turn now" she said just before she put her thick soft lips around the tip of my dick. I was in heaven as my hard cock slid down her throat. After about 10 minutes of dick sucking she got up and stood in front of me. Of course I started sucking her dick again until I tasted more precum. “oh baby, you suck dick soo fucking good! Now I want to be inside you, if you want of course.” Her she balls hovered over me, her penis twitching I can see that she ready to mate. Ready to start reproducing by unleashing her load inside of me. I told her that I wanted her sperm inside of my ass, all of her little guys that have been stored away for the right man to give them a warm, soft home. I licked Kiera’s dangling testicles one last time before she threw me on my back. I spread my legs and lubricated my asshole with some spit. She got on top of me, her breasts hung down low enough for me to suck on them. As I did she moaned again, pulled away for a moment and began kissing me. Our tongues tangled with one anothers then she starts to stick her finger slowly in my asshole. “I think you’re ready". Her hard penis and full balls lower closer and closer to my ass. As she puts the tip to my ass, not entering yet we stare deeply into each others eyes. She smiles and began to enter me. Her soft, yet very hard, penis entered me inch by inch. Her stiff dick eventually reached the full length in my ass, I could feel her twitch inside of me and her warm balls resting on me below my asshole. I start to moan when starts to fuck my slowly. My ass starts to lubricate her penis as she fucks me harder and then harder. I'm in pure bliss feelings. Her hard cock inside of me, with her balls slapping against my ass continuously filling up. “ You like my hard dick in your ass baby? Do you want me to impregnate you with my male parts?” The dirty talk turned me on even more. Her breasts bounced up and down and she entered me. She slowed down so I could feel her slipping half her cock in and out of me, to feel the pulsating dick getting ready. She pulled out before she started to feel it coming. “come, let’s go to my bedroom and finish making love.” She walked towards her room and turned to me, “come on honey! “We have unfinished business!” she exclaimed standing in her doorway, her penis as hard as ever and her balls swaying back and forth, hanging lower and heavier than they were when we started. I took off my shirt and followed her to the bedroom. She closes the door behind us, the only visible light is through the window. The moon and street lights gave us just enough visibility to see where we were. She laid down on the bed on her back and spread her legs. Her dick still hard as ever I climbed onto the bed and began sucking her again. The aroma from her penis was strong and intoxicating. I wanted her to shoot her load where ever she wanted. I was hers now. I cupped and massaged her balls as I swallowed her dick whole. I pulled her out of my mouth with a pop sound coming from my lips and the tip of her penis. As she laid down I crawled on top of her and slid her wet pulsing dick into my ass. “oh yes that’s it" she cried as she filled my ass, deeper inside of me. I started to fuck her motioning my ass forward and backwards. I bend forward to kiss her on the lips and play with her nipples. I felt her get harder inside of me. “oh yes, keep going!!” she yelled as she thrusted her penis harder into me. Feeling such pleasure as she got deeper and deeper I knew I was going to cum soon. I began bouncing on top of her. All I could hear was our moaning and the wet slapping of my ass on her dick. She started moaning louder, “ yes yes yes!! My spermies are getting ready babe, you ready to become a mommy?” “give me your sperm! Empty your juicy balls into me, give me your babies!” I moaned. Her penis started convulsing while she slid in and out of my ass. She starting to tremble with pleasure, we squeezed each other tight and started kissing uncontrollably. “I'm coming!” “ugh, uughhh fuck”. This was it. I felt her penis jolt inside of me and then a warm, filling sensation. I’m started to cum on top of her as she emptied her nuts inside of me. “ Awe fuck. I'm giving you every last sperm, keep them warm and safe inside your ass. They finally found a home". Her penis still pumping her babies inside of me, we laid in that position for a little while just to make sure I got every drop of her warm, thick male juices. “I’m soo happy I found a baby daddy to take care of me and my spermies. You're a gem!” she said as she was just out of breath, taking in the moment. I told her how magical it was and how I want to keep seeing her. This new experience opened up a whole new world for me. I regret none of it. I finally pulled her out of me and clenched my asshole shut. Didn’t want her sperm to escape the warm tunnels of my ass. Her penis got limp and so did mine. We lay next to each other staring into our eyes, eventually falling asleep in a warm embrace.

Shortly after we were married Wendy was invited for an audition. It was to be on a Saturday for some reason and she was due to be out most of the day. On the Friday night as we were getting ready for bed I noticed that Wendy was taking off a pair off her navy blue school knickers but, strangely, I was sure she hadn’t put them on that morning as she got dressed. There must be a reason but I just let it pass. We were but awake pretty early the next morning because Wendy had a fairly early start for her audition We both slept in our bed in the nude. Always had done and still do. So as I followed Wendy out of bed and started to get my clothes together ready to put on she said, ‘Just a moment, darling, there’s something I’d like you do for me. Seeing as I’m going to out most of the day I want you to wear something that’ll remind you not only how much I love you but how sexy and desirable I always find you.’ With that she approached me with the navy blue knickers she had taken off last night. ‘I want you to wear these all day, darling. I put them on yesterday evening just so I got the ‘warmed up’ as it were. They’ll probably smell of me but the thought of you wearing them for me is rather erotic.’ I was a little bemused but did as she asked. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘You mustn’t wank in them. Promise. And I’ll sort that out when I get back this evening.’ I have to say that the feel knickers against my cock was very, very nice and I started to get an erection. Remembering, Wendy’s instruction to not wank in them I hoped that I wasn’t going to have to suffer having a permanent erection all day till Wendy came home. Wendy was ready to leave when I got down stairs. “Now remember what I said “No wanking in my knickers”. Right?’ ‘I understand,’ I said. ‘Good’, she said and squeezed my cock through not only my trousers but through the navy blue knickers. It sent a shockwave through me. ‘You tease,’ I said. She laughed. I said good luck to her but thought I may the one needing the luck wearing these snuggly, soft knickers all day. I tried to settle down and take my mind off my current situation and that worked to some extent but every time I moved the knicker fabric rubbed against my cock and it started to erect again. Likewise, every time I went to the toilet and extracted my cock from the knickers I stared to get aroused. I so desperately wanted to have a wank but knew that if I stained them Wendy wouldn’t be pleased. I also knew that with her being such an inventive lover she’d probably got some exciting reward in mind if I could just control myself. The thought of that started to excite me again! There again, I thought, maybe Wendy’s also a bit excited with the idea of me wearing her knickers all day. Only another eight hours to go! The time seemed to really drag. I tried to relax and read but my mind kept being drawn back to the feeling of my cock and Wendy’s knickers and up would pop my cock. I seemed to be looking at the clock every few minutes which didn’t help but, eventually, I heard a key being inserted in the front door lock and Wendy reappeared. Thank God! ‘Hi,’ I said, ‘Did you get the part?’ ‘I’m not sure yet but, so far, it’s looking quite good. So how’s your day been?’ I told her it had been absolute hell in a way. Whereas the feeling of her knickers on my cock was lovely it was a terrible strain not to want a wank in them. ‘My poor darling. Well I’m home now so lets have a look. Take your trousers off.’ she said. I did as I was told and she had a good feel of my, now, excited cock. She peeled down the front of the knickers and inspected them. ‘Hmm,’ she said, ‘Lots of pre-cum on them. It must have been rather hellish getting lots of erections but not being able to wank off in them. I have to admit that I kept thinking of you in my knicks and getting quite excited with the thought. So much so, in fact, that I had to excuse myself twice to have a wank myself! Sorry.’ I was rather gobsmacked at that revelation but I didn’t get a chance to dwell on it because Wendy was kneeling in front of me and stroking my cock through the navy blue knickers. Slowly my arousal built and built and, rather quicker than I expected, I felt I was going to cum. Wendy, picked that up and very sensually placed her mouth around my cock. She sucked whilst also rubbing my penis’s shaft with the knickers at the same time and I erupted. I pumped and pumped spunk into Wendy’s mouth. She could hardly contain the amount of cum squirting out of my cock. As she tried to swallow it more shot out and dribbled out of her mouth and into the knickers she was still holding against my cock. It took a while but eventually I finished spunking. ‘Wow, I guess that’s been building up all day. There certainly was masses of it,’ she added, ‘Thank you for saving it for me.’ I was totally spent. Phew. I don’t think I’ve ever had a cum like that one. Wendy got up still with spunk running own her chin and said, ‘Think we both need a shower then one of us is going to need a jolly good fucking so I hope you’ll recover pretty quickly.’ I did and she got exactly what she desired. One day about six years since we first met Wendy passed me a small, soft package and said, ‘Happy Anniversary.’ I blanched. I couldn’t have missed our wedding anniversary could I! ‘I’m sorry love I’ve no idea what anniversary it is. Typical man I guess.’ ‘Well open the package and maybe you’ll get an idea,’ she said. I opened the small package and inside were a pair of brand new maroon knickers. I was still none the wiser. ‘Shall I put you out of your misery? Well exactly six years ago today we had out first fuck together. And, if you remember my knickers on that occasion were maroon. Those knickers took quite a hammering not just on that day but on lots of days since. Goodness how many pints of spunk you’ve deposited on them over the years. Not to mention the pussy juices that have flowed out of me! So I thought it’s about time I freshened up this particular colour of knicks. Hope you like them.’ She continued to tease me a bit more but it was just a her way of suggesting a little idea she’d been planning for a little while. Our ‘first fuck’ had taken place in a small copse of trees near were we both living at the time and Wendy fancied reliving that occasion with an outdoor fuck somewhere. I was game for that as long as we could find somewhere quiet. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘I don’t think that’ll be to much of a problem. But before we go I think you should come upstairs whilst I put on my new knickers.’ I followed her to the bedroom and she started to put the them on. The sight, as usual, was so very erotic and when Wendy lifted up her skirt to model the knickers I couldn’t resist getting hold of her, fondling the knickers whilst hold up her skirt. ‘I’m sorry darling I can’t resist you in them. I think I need to fuck you now!’ Wendy reached out her hand behind her and felt my very swollen cock. ‘I think you do need to fuck me now. You’re right.’ And so saying she pulled up her skirt a little more and lowered her new maroon knickers to her thighs. She turned her back to me and bent over. As I removed my trousers and slipped down my underpants I got a lovely view of her already swollen pussy. I nuzzled my cock against her pussy and Wendy reached behind herself and guided me into her warm, welcoming and juicy pussy. It was bliss (for both of us if Wendy’s moans were anything to go by). It didn’t take us very long to climax I got there fractionally before Wendy but we both were totally exhilarated by the spontaneity of the fuck. Wend pulled up her knickers and said, ‘Well that’s got these knickers christened. I can feel your spunk sliding out of my pussy already. Yummy.’ It was quite a sunny and warmish day that day so we didn’t need to wrap up. Wendy had prepared a little picnic to take with us so we set off in the car to a place we often visited for a walk. It was a large park like area with gently rolling hills and valleys. Wendy suggested we park at the nearby village rather than the main public car park. I said ok even though it meant a fair climb to the area we usually liked go. On the way I noticed that Wendy was toying, through her clothes, at her pussy. ‘Is anything the matter, darling?’ ‘Not really,’ she said, ‘It’s just that fuck this morning had made me feel very horny. Add to that that I’m rather aware of your spunk trickling into my knickers.’ ‘Would you feel better if you had a wank?’ I suggested. ‘I think it might actually. Do you mind if I do that? she replied. ‘Not at all. Please carry on.’ With no further ado she lifted the skirt she was wearing and slipped her hand down her maroon knickers and started to wank herself slowly. In a minute or so Wendy started to moan and shake.’I didn’t realise I needed that so much,’ she gasped. ‘My pussy was so sensitive and ready with your spunk making it so lovely and juicy. Thank you darling.’ she said. “You don’t need to thank me, love. I fully understand how you needed that and I’m sure it won’t be the last of today’s cums!’ I replied. Her hand drifted over to my cock and gave it a little squeeze. ‘And I don’t think you’ve finished your cumming today either judging by what I found just then!’ We parked in the village that Wendy had suggested and, gathering our picnic basket and car rug, started the climb up the hill towards the main footpath which ran across the top of the hills. ‘OK, I think here would be perfect.’ Wendy said as we neared the top and a fairly high stone wall that ran alongside the main path which was just beyond the wall. She spread out the rug and sat down. ‘Why here?’ I asked. ‘Well,’ she said. ‘Anybody walking along the path on the other side of the wall can’t see us and anybody taking the same route up from the village that we did will be visible for ages. So I think it’ll be perfect for what he have in mind.’ Wendy unpacked a few of the bits and pieces from the picnic basket and pored us both a glass of wine. She was well relaxed now but I was a little nervous because every now and then I could hear people walking and talking on the other side of the wall. However, when Wendy leaned over and gave me a big kiss and directed my hand to her knickered pussy I realised that my cock might be needed soon. Wendy stood up and slipped off her knickers and put them in her handbag. ‘I think it’s going to make our fucking a little easier if my pussy is more openly available as it were.’ she announced. She moved closer to me and started to unzip me, Reached inside my trousers for my cock and found him a little softer that she would like. ‘Sorry, I did I’m just a bit nervous.’ I said.’Don’t worry darling. I’ll get you going a bit I’m sure.’ she replied. She lay down with her head in my lap and started to suck me whilst rubbing her pussy. To all intents it looked like she was just having a little snooze with my lap as her pillow. Gradually I could tell she was getting herself worked up and although my cock wasn’t huge it was stiff enough to slip into Wendy when she was ready. She obviously came to the same conclusion and just checking first that we weren’t being observed sank her self onto my cock. It slid in beautifully. I guess, as a result of the previous mix of her and my cum. She sat there and barely moved then exploded! She must have timed her orgasm so well that after wanking herself she just needed to feel my cock inside to have her cum. She worked herself gently on my impaled cock until her orgasm dissipated and then got off me. She was, fortunately, able to just have my cock stiff enough to achieve what she wanted. ‘I’m so sorry Wendy,’ I said, ‘I said I was just too uncomfortable to get a full erection or a cum.’ ‘Don’t worry darling. I don’t blame you at all. It is a bit nerve-racking being so close to people walking on the wall behind us. Anyway, I had a lovely cum, so thank you for that. And you’ll get your cum later I promise.’ We continued or small picnic. Wendy was airing her very moist pussy by pulling her skirt just above her knees and spending her legs quite widely. As we sat there we noticed someone starting to ascend the hill from the village down below. Following the same track as we had they would be up to us in about 5 minutes. Wendy stayed exactly as she was with her pussy fully exposed to whoever it was climbing up towards us. She had a bit of exhibitionism in her did Wendy and had a little trick she was able to use which allowed her to slightly open her pussy hole. It meant that it looked like someone had just taken their cock out of her and her pussy lips hadn’t yet closed up. It was a almost as if her pussy hole was winking at you. (I asked her once how she did this and she said ‘Did what?’ and as I explained she said, ‘I don’t know what your talking about and gave me a wink and a smile). It was plainly a man who approached up up the hill and as he got close I greeted him with a ‘Good Afternoon.’ I don’t think he was listening to what I was saying because he seemed to be concentrating on what was before him up Wendy’s skirt. He moved on. ‘Guess he must have seen something of interest just now do you think, darling?’ said Wendy, ‘He couldn’t take his eyes off it could he?’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ I remarked. She did like to do these little teases every so often. She reckoned she had been doing things like this (though not quite as brazen) since she was at school when as teenagers her mates and her used to dare each other to walk through the town with their gymslip lifted up at their back apparently caught by their satchel but exposing their knicker-clad bottoms to the world. As she told me ‘It caused quite a lot of interest among the male population for some reason!’ We packed up and meandered arm in arm down the hill and to our car. ‘That was lovely, Jamie,’ she said ‘It was just how I wanted to celebrate our first fuck together though, I have to say, there wasn’t quite so much spunk around this time!’ Thus far she should have added. When we arrived home it was just starting to get dark and Wendy said she thought she’d go and have a shower. So upstairs she went. I had just settled down to watch a bit of television when she called me. ‘Have you got a couple of minutes, darling?’she called. ‘Sure,’ I said as I climbed the stairs. I went into our bedroom where Wendy was lying on the bed naked except for her maroon knickers. She looked an absolute picture with the knickers pulled up tight against her rather swollen pussy. ‘It just struck me,’ she said, ‘That there’s a large are of knickers, here at the front, that would be an ideal area to squirt some of your spunk on. After all I didn’t give you much of a chance when we had our picnic. Would you like to wank on me, darling?’ I didn’t need to reply because as I took my clothes off it became fairly clear from the state of my cock what I thought of the idea. I started to stroke my cock as Wendy watched, alternately, my hand on my cock or my face. At the same time Wendy’s hand started to venture down the inside of her knickers. I, having started my wank, slightly before Wendy was almost ready to come after a a minute or so. ‘I’m just about to cum, darling. Stand by!’ I said. And, with that, out of my cock sprayed quite a copious amount of cum. Most of it landed on the front of Wendy’s new maroon knickers as requested and Wendy increased her ranking as I continued to spunk. She then slid her hand out of her knickers and scooped up some of my spunk, before it soaked into the knickers material, and placed it in her mouth. She gave a little shiver as she did so, which she admitted later, was fourth orgasm of the day. Quite an Anniversary celebration!

Shortly after we were married Wendy was invited for an audition. It was to be on a Saturday for some reason and she was due to be out most of the day. On the Friday night as we were getting ready for bed I noticed that Wendy was taking off a pair off her navy blue school knickers but, strangely, I was sure she hadn’t put them on that morning as she got dressed. There must be a reason but I just let it pass. We were but awake pretty early the next morning because Wendy had a fairly early start for her audition We both slept in our bed in the nude. Always had done and still do. So as I followed Wendy out of bed and started to get my clothes together ready to put on she said, ‘Just a moment, darling, there’s something I’d like you do for me. Seeing as I’m going to out most of the day I want you to wear something that’ll remind you not only how much I love you but how sexy and desirable I always find you.’ With that she approached me with the navy blue knickers she had taken off last night. ‘I want you to wear these all day, darling. I put them on yesterday evening just so I got the ‘warmed up’ as it were. They’ll probably smell of me but the thought of you wearing them for me is rather erotic.’ I was a little bemused but did as she asked. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘You mustn’t wank in them. Promise. And I’ll sort that out when I get back this evening.’ I have to say that the feel knickers against my cock was very, very nice and I started to get an erection. Remembering, Wendy’s instruction to not wank in them I hoped that I wasn’t going to have to suffer having a permanent erection all day till Wendy came home. Wendy was ready to leave when I got down stairs. “Now remember what I said “No wanking in my knickers”. Right?’ ‘I understand,’ I said. ‘Good’, she said and squeezed my cock through not only my trousers but through the navy blue knickers. It sent a shockwave through me. ‘You tease,’ I said. She laughed. I said good luck to her but thought I may the one needing the luck wearing these snuggly, soft knickers all day. I tried to settle down and take my mind off my current situation and that worked to some extent but every time I moved the knicker fabric rubbed against my cock and it started to erect again. Likewise, every time I went to the toilet and extracted my cock from the knickers I stared to get aroused. I so desperately wanted to have a wank but knew that if I stained them Wendy wouldn’t be pleased. I also knew that with her being such an inventive lover she’d probably got some exciting reward in mind if I could just control myself. The thought of that started to excite me again! There again, I thought, maybe Wendy’s also a bit excited with the idea of me wearing her knickers all day. Only another eight hours to go! The time seemed to really drag. I tried to relax and read but my mind kept being drawn back to the feeling of my cock and Wendy’s knickers and up would pop my cock. I seemed to be looking at the clock every few minutes which didn’t help but, eventually, I heard a key being inserted in the front door lock and Wendy reappeared. Thank God! ‘Hi,’ I said, ‘Did you get the part?’ ‘I’m not sure yet but, so far, it’s looking quite good. So how’s your day been?’ I told her it had been absolute hell in a way. Whereas the feeling of her knickers on my cock was lovely it was a terrible strain not to want a wank in them. ‘My poor darling. Well I’m home now so lets have a look. Take your trousers off.’ she said. I did as I was told and she had a good feel of my, now, excited cock. She peeled down the front of the knickers and inspected them. ‘Hmm,’ she said, ‘Lots of pre-cum on them. It must have been rather hellish getting lots of erections but not being able to wank off in them. I have to admit that I kept thinking of you in my knicks and getting quite excited with the thought. So much so, in fact, that I had to excuse myself twice to have a wank myself! Sorry.’ I was rather gobsmacked at that revelation but I didn’t get a chance to dwell on it because Wendy was kneeling in front of me and stroking my cock through the navy blue knickers. Slowly my arousal built and built and, rather quicker than I expected, I felt I was going to cum. Wendy, picked that up and very sensually placed her mouth around my cock. She sucked whilst also rubbing my penis’s shaft with the knickers at the same time and I erupted. I pumped and pumped spunk into Wendy’s mouth. She could hardly contain the amount of cum squirting out of my cock. As she tried to swallow it more shot out and dribbled out of her mouth and into the knickers she was still holding against my cock. It took a while but eventually I finished spunking. ‘Wow, I guess that’s been building up all day. There certainly was masses of it,’ she added, ‘Thank you for saving it for me.’ I was totally spent. Phew. I don’t think I’ve ever had a cum like that one. Wendy got up still with spunk running own her chin and said, ‘Think we both need a shower then one of us is going to need a jolly good fucking so I hope you’ll recover pretty quickly.’ I did and she got exactly what she desired. One day about six years since we first met Wendy passed me a small, soft package and said, ‘Happy Anniversary.’ I blanched. I couldn’t have missed our wedding anniversary could I! ‘I’m sorry love I’ve no idea what anniversary it is. Typical man I guess.’ ‘Well open the package and maybe you’ll get an idea,’ she said. I opened the small package and inside were a pair of brand new maroon knickers. I was still none the wiser. ‘Shall I put you out of your misery? Well exactly six years ago today we had out first fuck together. And, if you remember my knickers on that occasion were maroon. Those knickers took quite a hammering not just on that day but on lots of days since. Goodness how many pints of spunk you’ve deposited on them over the years. Not to mention the pussy juices that have flowed out of me! So I thought it’s about time I freshened up this particular colour of knicks. Hope you like them.’ She continued to tease me a bit more but it was just a her way of suggesting a little idea she’d been planning for a little while. Our ‘first fuck’ had taken place in a small copse of trees near were we both living at the time and Wendy fancied reliving that occasion with an outdoor fuck somewhere. I was game for that as long as we could find somewhere quiet. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘I don’t think that’ll be to much of a problem. But before we go I think you should come upstairs whilst I put on my new knickers.’ I followed her to the bedroom and she started to put the them on. The sight, as usual, was so very erotic and when Wendy lifted up her skirt to model the knickers I couldn’t resist getting hold of her, fondling the knickers whilst hold up her skirt. ‘I’m sorry darling I can’t resist you in them. I think I need to fuck you now!’ Wendy reached out her hand behind her and felt my very swollen cock. ‘I think you do need to fuck me now. You’re right.’ And so saying she pulled up her skirt a little more and lowered her new maroon knickers to her thighs. She turned her back to me and bent over. As I removed my trousers and slipped down my underpants I got a lovely view of her already swollen pussy. I nuzzled my cock against her pussy and Wendy reached behind herself and guided me into her warm, welcoming and juicy pussy. It was bliss (for both of us if Wendy’s moans were anything to go by). It didn’t take us very long to climax I got there fractionally before Wendy but we both were totally exhilarated by the spontaneity of the fuck. Wend pulled up her knickers and said, ‘Well that’s got these knickers christened. I can feel your spunk sliding out of my pussy already. Yummy.’ It was quite a sunny and warmish day that day so we didn’t need to wrap up. Wendy had prepared a little picnic to take with us so we set off in the car to a place we often visited for a walk. It was a large park like area with gently rolling hills and valleys. Wendy suggested we park at the nearby village rather than the main public car park. I said ok even though it meant a fair climb to the area we usually liked go. On the way I noticed that Wendy was toying, through her clothes, at her pussy. ‘Is anything the matter, darling?’ ‘Not really,’ she said, ‘It’s just that fuck this morning had made me feel very horny. Add to that that I’m rather aware of your spunk trickling into my knickers.’ ‘Would you feel better if you had a wank?’ I suggested. ‘I think it might actually. Do you mind if I do that? she replied. ‘Not at all. Please carry on.’ With no further ado she lifted the skirt she was wearing and slipped her hand down her maroon knickers and started to wank herself slowly. In a minute or so Wendy started to moan and shake.’I didn’t realise I needed that so much,’ she gasped. ‘My pussy was so sensitive and ready with your spunk making it so lovely and juicy. Thank you darling.’ she said. “You don’t need to thank me, love. I fully understand how you needed that and I’m sure it won’t be the last of today’s cums!’ I replied. Her hand drifted over to my cock and gave it a little squeeze. ‘And I don’t think you’ve finished your cumming today either judging by what I found just then!’ We parked in the village that Wendy had suggested and, gathering our picnic basket and car rug, started the climb up the hill towards the main footpath which ran across the top of the hills. ‘OK, I think here would be perfect.’ Wendy said as we neared the top and a fairly high stone wall that ran alongside the main path which was just beyond the wall. She spread out the rug and sat down. ‘Why here?’ I asked. ‘Well,’ she said. ‘Anybody walking along the path on the other side of the wall can’t see us and anybody taking the same route up from the village that we did will be visible for ages. So I think it’ll be perfect for what he have in mind.’ Wendy unpacked a few of the bits and pieces from the picnic basket and pored us both a glass of wine. She was well relaxed now but I was a little nervous because every now and then I could hear people walking and talking on the other side of the wall. However, when Wendy leaned over and gave me a big kiss and directed my hand to her knickered pussy I realised that my cock might be needed soon. Wendy stood up and slipped off her knickers and put them in her handbag. ‘I think it’s going to make our fucking a little easier if my pussy is more openly available as it were.’ she announced. She moved closer to me and started to unzip me, Reached inside my trousers for my cock and found him a little softer that she would like. ‘Sorry, I did I’m just a bit nervous.’ I said.’Don’t worry darling. I’ll get you going a bit I’m sure.’ she replied. She lay down with her head in my lap and started to suck me whilst rubbing her pussy. To all intents it looked like she was just having a little snooze with my lap as her pillow. Gradually I could tell she was getting herself worked up and although my cock wasn’t huge it was stiff enough to slip into Wendy when she was ready. She obviously came to the same conclusion and just checking first that we weren’t being observed sank her self onto my cock. It slid in beautifully. I guess, as a result of the previous mix of her and my cum. She sat there and barely moved then exploded! She must have timed her orgasm so well that after wanking herself she just needed to feel my cock inside to have her cum. She worked herself gently on my impaled cock until her orgasm dissipated and then got off me. She was, fortunately, able to just have my cock stiff enough to achieve what she wanted. ‘I’m so sorry Wendy,’ I said, ‘I said I was just too uncomfortable to get a full erection or a cum.’ ‘Don’t worry darling. I don’t blame you at all. It is a bit nerve-racking being so close to people walking on the wall behind us. Anyway, I had a lovely cum, so thank you for that. And you’ll get your cum later I promise.’ We continued or small picnic. Wendy was airing her very moist pussy by pulling her skirt just above her knees and spending her legs quite widely. As we sat there we noticed someone starting to ascend the hill from the village down below. Following the same track as we had they would be up to us in about 5 minutes. Wendy stayed exactly as she was with her pussy fully exposed to whoever it was climbing up towards us. She had a bit of exhibitionism in her did Wendy and had a little trick she was able to use which allowed her to slightly open her pussy hole. It meant that it looked like someone had just taken their cock out of her and her pussy lips hadn’t yet closed up. It was a almost as if her pussy hole was winking at you. (I asked her once how she did this and she said ‘Did what?’ and as I explained she said, ‘I don’t know what your talking about and gave me a wink and a smile). It was plainly a man who approached up up the hill and as he got close I greeted him with a ‘Good Afternoon.’ I don’t think he was listening to what I was saying because he seemed to be concentrating on what was before him up Wendy’s skirt. He moved on. ‘Guess he must have seen something of interest just now do you think, darling?’ said Wendy, ‘He couldn’t take his eyes off it could he?’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ I remarked. She did like to do these little teases every so often. She reckoned she had been doing things like this (though not quite as brazen) since she was at school when as teenagers her mates and her used to dare each other to walk through the town with their gymslip lifted up at their back apparently caught by their satchel but exposing their knicker-clad bottoms to the world. As she told me ‘It caused quite a lot of interest among the male population for some reason!’ We packed up and meandered arm in arm down the hill and to our car. ‘That was lovely, Jamie,’ she said ‘It was just how I wanted to celebrate our first fuck together though, I have to say, there wasn’t quite so much spunk around this time!’ Thus far she should have added. When we arrived home it was just starting to get dark and Wendy said she thought she’d go and have a shower. So upstairs she went. I had just settled down to watch a bit of television when she called me. ‘Have you got a couple of minutes, darling?’she called. ‘Sure,’ I said as I climbed the stairs. I went into our bedroom where Wendy was lying on the bed naked except for her maroon knickers. She looked an absolute picture with the knickers pulled up tight against her rather swollen pussy. ‘It just struck me,’ she said, ‘That there’s a large are of knickers, here at the front, that would be an ideal area to squirt some of your spunk on. After all I didn’t give you much of a chance when we had our picnic. Would you like to wank on me, darling?’ I didn’t need to reply because as I took my clothes off it became fairly clear from the state of my cock what I thought of the idea. I started to stroke my cock as Wendy watched, alternately, my hand on my cock or my face. At the same time Wendy’s hand started to venture down the inside of her knickers. I, having started my wank, slightly before Wendy was almost ready to come after a a minute or so. ‘I’m just about to cum, darling. Stand by!’ I said. And, with that, out of my cock sprayed quite a copious amount of cum. Most of it landed on the front of Wendy’s new maroon knickers as requested and Wendy increased her ranking as I continued to spunk. She then slid her hand out of her knickers and scooped up some of my spunk, before it soaked into the knickers material, and placed it in her mouth. She gave a little shiver as she did so, which she admitted later, was fourth orgasm of the day. Quite an Anniversary celebration!

The year does not matter. When one is fourteen, nothing much matters except being fourteen and enjoying to the full, those opportunities that life deems worthy of your participation in, at that precise moment in time. So it was, that fate that morning should have tossed Marion clean across the footpath right in front of me on my way to school. Not that she was overweight in any way I stress, she simply slipped on the icy footpath, sprawling face-downwards into quite deep snow. The least I could do was pick her up. Now when one loses one's footing, leading to the humiliation of falling over, and especially in the case of a female, this detracts totally from any sense of outer elegance, denting entirely the victim's dignity. In falling, her legs had splayed outwards and a momentary glimpse of some light-colored material beneath the gusset of her winter stockings had worked its unavoidable retinal magic. As I hooked my arm beneath hers in an effort to pull her to her feet, she reacted as one might expect a young school-girl to, thus affronted. "It's OK, I'm fine thank you," she gritted, seemingly less than grateful for my intercession. In falling, her satchel had slipped from her shoulders and now lay upturned in the snow which itself lay feet deep, drifted up against the school chain-wire fence. Dislodged from the confines of their leather protector, books, set squares, geometry equipment and her pencil-set were now strewn around her, their final resting places identified by multiple holes in the snow. In hindsight, the scene was not unlike the Titanic wreckage field. Retrieving her possessions in near silence, it was a case of neither of us knowing really what to say. Handing over her protractor, the last escapee, Marion half smiled. "Thanks," she said "Sorry I was a bit gruff just now, I was really embarrassed." I wondered for a moment if that included my up-skirt viewing option. "Oh, that's alright," I replied. "I've never seen you at school, what class are you in?....I'm Noel by the way." I added. Shaking gloved hands she told me her name and confided that it was in fact her first day there, having transferred from Dartford Grammar. I had to suppress a grin, our soccer team having crunched the ”Dartford invincibles" five-nil the previous weekend. It wasn't until we actually had gotten to school and had stowed our gear in the lockers that I was privileged to catch a glimpse of the real Marion, sans her winter outerwear, gloves, scarf and hat. It was worth the wait. Laughably inexperienced and with all the predatorial instincts of Bambi, I still could recognize a sexy young body when I saw one.....and right then, I was definitely looking at one. Slim-hipped but with curves in all the right places, those bright blue eyes looked across the hallway at me from the prettiest of heart-shaped faces. A flawless complexion and full "why-not-try-me-now?" lips certainly dropped my anchor. I think I was in love with her before recess. Judging by several other boys' double-takes however, I certainly wasn't going to be having this all my own way. I figured I would keep one step ahead of the herd though and asked her if she would like to see me at lunch time. I think I noticed the beginnings of a blush. At least, I like to think I did! I couldn't tell you what I had to eat that day but I remember with undiminished recall every last detail of that lunch period. Marion, having been billeted to 3B (British equivalent of 9th grade) whilst I was resident in 3A, meant that we were unable to sit at the same table. It didn't stop me from looking across at her in-between mouthfuls though. I was encouraged by the fact that she was sharing her table with seven other girls however, rather than mixed company. Now the canteen in that school was colossal. One supposes that having to cater for almost seven hundred kids in two sittings, it had to be. We're not talking prison food either. Steaming hot Shepherd's pie, the width of the plate with vegetables, heated rolls with cheese followed by rhubarb or apple pie with as much fresh cream as you could take on board, together with just about any soft drink you care to name - and that was a bad day. You paid nothing for it either! I think it had been a roast chicken Tuesday. Shuffling now the remnants of my dessert around the plate, I noticed Marion about to get up. Informing the dorky sixth-form prefect at the head of our table that I had some assignment to complete, he waved me free to leave. I already had a spot picked out. At the northern end of one of the three enormous playgrounds, right alongside the tennis courts, sat the largest of oak trees that had probably been there when Oliver Cromwell was a lad. Around its huge base someone had thoughtfully constructed a circular seating arrangement that could probably have housed twenty children shoulder to shoulder. As it was, there was rarely ever more than half a dozen school-kids clustered around that tree at any one time. On this day there was no-one. The air freezing but invigorating, I see it all now as clearly as I did that day. The great tree denuded of its leaves but with snow piled-up thickly at the confluence of its upper boughs. Icicles hanging like stalactites from the roofs of the Assembly Hall and Science block away to our left. Someone had painted the most beautiful vanilla sky also, that hung over the distant playing fields while more snow clouds were obviously building up in the east. As Marion talked I just looked at her. I could see the gentlest of curves beneath her woollen jumper and as she moved her arms to emphasize a point once in a while, their presence would be highlighted. I tried shifting my focus of concentration but at the back of my mind was the sexual awakening I had experienced with Ruth just eighteen months earlier and I simply wanted now to see Marion undressed. I think my hands betrayed my physical unrest and how sweet was the feeling when she took them in hers as she talked. So wide was the gulf at that moment between a young girl on the very fringes of maturity and a fourteen year old schoolboy with absolutely no control of either his emotions or his dictatorial hormonal urges. I have no idea whether the afternoon's concluding periods included, Latin, Chemistry or French...all I remember are successive teachers shouting out "Pay Attention Noel," their pleas falling on majorly distracted ears. When the final bell sounded at 4.10 p.m. darkness had fallen and I walked Marion to her bus stop, pointing out on the way my own home, not so very distant. I asked if she would like to come over at the weekend maybe. Her reply of "I'll have to ask my dad," was all I needed to hear. Obviously she wanted to. In contrast to the laissez-faire if not fully unhinged social dictates of the new millennium, fathers of small children and especially young girls in those days, had a keen interest in "sizing up" the family environment whenever any offer was made for a son or daughter to "come over" for a while. Before relinquishing the reins in any shape or form, at the very least, a phone call would be made to determine the family's suitability to host their child for even the shortest of periods. Despite passing the preliminaries, Mr. Cardiff was adamant he wanted to "meet" me before granting his daughter leave to visit. Accordingly my father agreed to pick her up the following Saturday morning at which time I might be "evaluated." I had never been so well behaved. At the point I heard Marion's mother whisper to her husband, "He's such a nice boy Arthur," I figured I was on easy street. If only she could have known some of the thoughts I was having, looking at her daughter standing there in those figure hugging jeans. More than likely Mr. Cardiff already knew. He was staring at me, such as one might ponder a squashed ant. "We want her back no later than 9 p.m. sharp, alright?" he barked. Dad assured him he would have her home on time. I was luckier than most. Our home, being adjacent to a huge park had meant that never in all my childhood had their ever been a shortage of options when friends came over. Every holiday the enormous fairground set-up camp just a ten-minute walk from our rear fence, straight through the forest. Miniature train rides, large well-equipped playground, tennis courts, the Mansion House with its tea-rooms and lavish museum of middle-age weaponry. In Summer, firework displays and the motor boats and skiffs on the lake. Beautiful Olde English gardens to walk through and of course the enormous public swimming center with four separate pools and a refreshment kiosk that doubled as a ball room. Mid-winter and with the great lake frozen over, kids would spend hours ice skating. It was to this very venue that I took Marion after she had dumped her stuff in our hallway and following our ingestion of a few ham, cheese and cress sandwiches that my parents had kindly provided. Rugged-up to the max, we could probably have made a decent assault on Everest. One of so many pairs and family groups there that afternoon, just being with her was all I wanted. She clung to my coat-sleeve as I pulled her relentlessly towards the tiny island now ice-locked center lake, which in summer so many young couples would row out to, for a brief romantic interlude. As my pace quickened, I unfortunately discovered that my co-ordination skills were not on a par with my directional inertia, resulting in a folding of my lower limbs and the direct placement of my rear-end on the ice. It was also brought to bear that I had no ready-made braking system to hand and was otherwise still travelling at a healthy rate of knots. Marion, in attempting to avoid my ankles, orchestrated her second collapse of the week and lying atop me now was laughing and giggling hysterically. With those wonderfully soft and pliant lips but inches from mine, I kissed her. She stopped laughing! At the conclusion of a late supper, there was time for little more than a TV show before we had to take her home. Sitting in the back seat, I caught my father's smile in the rear-vision mirror, as I captured one further kiss just as we negotiated Marion's driveway. It was 9 p.m. on the dot. It was to be a further fortnight before she was able to come over again and had Mr. and Mrs. Cardiff been forewarned of the circumstances to be played-out that afternoon, I would have been welcomed at their front door with an electric cattle prod, if not a double-gauge shotgun. Probably both! Dad should never have bequeathed me that bedroom - by far the largest room in the house. Now in normal circumstances, the least responsible of parents would think twice about allowing their son to take a fourteen-year old girl upstairs alone to his bedroom for hours un-supervised. Like I would have ever permitted such license towards any of my three daughters? The fact is though, it was rather more than a bedroom. More of a lounge/study really, with a fold-out day and night. The room contained my work desk, and with its own television and stereo system, doubled as an entertainment center, even a small museum of sorts with glass cabinets all around the room, containing artifacts and treasures I had collected since early childhood. With its own intimate gas-heating also, It was always hard getting friends and acquaintances to go home! The Saturday in question, Marion and I had walked up to the High Street, but eight minutes distant, checking out the record stores, having sodas in the ice-cream parlor and just strolling around the shops. Not five minutes after we returned home, some friends of the family turned up unexpectedly and forthwith commandeered the main lounge which left us with little or no privacy. "Would you mind if we go up to my room for a while dad?" I asked hopefully. Never for one moment expecting him to agree, I was staggered when he replied, "Sure kid, I'm sure you two have something better to do with yourselves than hang around us adults." My mother however, more alert to the ways of the young male evidently, shot me a glance. "Just behave yourselves up there." I think I noticed out of the corner of one eye, a smile playing around dad's lips and a blush forming near Marion's. Inside, I was performing high fives. I had no choice but to behave myself as it turned out. So interested was Marion in all my treasures and collectables, I spent the first three-quarters of an hour answering questions and showing her various exhibits. Then she wanted to play records, I was beginning to think this hadn't been such a hot idea after all. By the time "Are You Lonesome Tonight?" dropped for its fourth play I was beginning to wish Elvis had never been born. I figured I would break the monotony and asked her if she'd like a Coke. When I got back to my room, Marion was standing over at the huge bay window, which offered up a panoramic vista of the rear garden, the dense forest beyond and the gentle undulations of the parkland east of our fenced border. Most of the snow had melted and though still freezing cold, everything was picturesque in its wintry solitude. "You are so lucky," she whispered, "No one else has anything like this to look out at. My little bedroom just looks over other people's boring rear gardens." She was right of course, I had known that since I could first see over my high-chair. She was standing there hands free at her side, her hair just curling softly at the nape of her neck. I stood behind her, simply encircled her waist with my arms. I knew she could feel my breath on her neck because she put her hands on top of mine and hugged them tighter. A fair bit shorter than me, I could see over her shoulder the curve of her young breasts clearly now and it would have been so easy to cup them and then squeeze them softly but I was little more than a child myself....my technique would doubtless have amounted to little more than an indelicate mauling. Anything more forward than a kiss was going to have to be at her own instigation. I let her go so we could drink our Cokes. We sat on the ‘day and night’ and I seem to remember having so much trouble with my hands - trying to control them that is. At the point she turned her pretty face towards me I just kissed her and for the longest time, I just allowed myself the luxury of contact with those wonderfully soft lips. I think my motor sensory systems were shutting down one by one - I wouldn't even have fancied my chances if the entire ground-floor had been alight. "Are You Lonesome Tonight?" was long finished and with no likelihood of being replayed for quite a while. At the point I realized Marion had a hold of my hand and was holding it flat up against her left breast I needed little further encouragement. So yielding and warm there, I squeezed the softness enclosed in my palm which only served to make her kiss me more passionately. I shifted my hand to the other side and began fondling her with quite some dexterous passion of my own. During this phase both of us had slipped further down the couch and Marion was almost on her back. Slipping my hand up beneath her jumper took us both to the next level. She emitted a couple of "Ohhs" as my hands sought to cross the borderline between soft curvy skin and what lay beneath the edge of that flimsy little bra. I knew little about erect nipples but those that I found that afternoon were the catalysts for the most exciting and arousing of times I had ever known. With growing confidence, I began pulling her nipples gently and the effect on Marion was dynamic. A truck-load of moans of (as I know now of course) pleasure and the onset of some serious hip wriggling. Almost supine now and with a healthy few inches of midriff visible, Marion presented as teasing a profile as any fourteen-year old boy has likely encountered. Pausing only for breath, we were still kissing in anything but moderation and with an enticing "tunnel" now visible between her jeans and her lower abdomen, I slipped my hand down inside the forbidden zone. This did cause a reaction! "Noo, not there," she pleaded, tugging my hand out. Obviously she hadn't heard of the old maxim, "If at first you don't succeed...." Thinking to launch a major counter offensive, I kissed her for a bit more, fondling her breasts until she was nudging white-line fever, then recommenced my lower-abdominal activities. On a trajectory that took me beneath the elastic of her panties on my first incursion, I found my hand in a world of downy softness before Marion could react. More cries of "Noo, please not inside my knickers," but so half-hearted were they, her grip on my arm was lessening even as my fingers reached her hot little pussy. Now this really was education plus! Eighteen months ago I had learned the ins and outs as it were with Ruth, but eighteen months makes for a remarkable difference. I knew what I was doing this time. Pushing two fingers inside, I felt her shudder partly because of her obviously intact hymen and partly because I suspect this was her first ever penetration. "Just be careful...please," she whispered, nuzzling up to me and obviously clearing the playing board for a completely new game. "What if we just unfold my bed?" I asked her...well, she didn't say no at least" I had the thing pulled apart in milliseconds. I had her under the coverlet even quicker. Covered, she let me undress her just as quickly as I could ...well all but her panties that is. It fascinated me watching her undo that tiny bra. Like most young girls they don't mind so much showing off their new and developing breasts but anything south of the belly button is not for easy display. Didn't bother me I have to say, so long as I had digital access, I wasn't complaining. We must have spent more than forty minutes 'experimenting.' Her breasts she let me do most anything with. Pulling them, rubbing them and best of all, suckling them until my mouth ran dry with excitement. Marion was not even averse to tugging down the covers and letting me just look at her topless and believe me, that in itself beat the hell out of playing Monopoly. Things were not exactly in remission over on the Western front either. More than aware quite obviously, of the biggest erection I had ever had, I was somewhat keen you might understand to address the problem. Whilst trying to pull her panties down a few minutes later, as she giggled seductively, my erection brushed up against her hips. I heard her gasp "That's naughty!!' I had every intention of being naughtier. Fully undressed myself I wasn't expecting her to do what she did. As a cool girlish hand took a hold of my erection I almost passed-out with pleasure. "Do you like me doing that?" she whispered. "As much as you like this," I answered, rubbing my fingers the length of her pussy and pushing in a little as I did so. I felt her legs spread apart and saw now what I would later have recognized as "urgency" in her expression. I pulled her on top of me, her breasts flush up against my chest and our genitals together. I don't know what it felt like to her, but to me, this was heaven beyond my wildest dreams. After a few minutes of this frictionalized arousal, my erection was pressing hard up against her outer lips. More than once I had felt her own hand up between her legs. Would have been years before I realized why! "We can't make love Noel," she murmured, "I'm still a virgin and anyway, you could get me pregnant." Get her pregnant? Right at that moment, that was the least I'd like to have done to her. I had to relieve myself - that much was beyond question. It was just then I realized that with all the wriggling about we'd been doing, the head of my erection was but a few inches from the entrance to her vagina. She must surely have known that my hands, having a free rein across the soft expanse of her sexy little bottom, were gradually re-aligning perspectives and it was no accident that my erection "slipped" suddenly upwards into the most delicate of ingresses. "Noo," she cried out softly, shaking her head but making no attempt to move off me. I figured this was the ideal time to kiss her long and hard. Barely able to make headway because of the natural barrier, I was doing it tough. Marion I suspect was doing it tougher. "We have to stop," she pleaded. All I could see was the light stuck on green. Turning Marion over on her back I got on top of her and would probably have ended up in Juvenile Court had not a series of knocks at the bedroom door put paid to my new-found manliness. "Noel, can I come in please?" If nothing else, mom's timing was impeccable as always © Peter_Pan/Phrenetic_Ice “ The Best of Peter_Pan ” http://www.lulu.com/content/679070

It was the middle of December I had been dating this girl off and on, mostly because I couldn’t stay faithful. It was a Monday night and once again I lied to her and told her I was hanging out with my friend Ryan. I was really going over to my completely gorgeous friend Lisa’s house, to hang out with her a guy she was talking to and her friend Gabby. Lisa is about 5’7 deep tan, died jet black hair cut short, eyes like Denise Richards, and a perfect body with gorgeous 34 C cup breasts with the left nipple pierced (I was lucky enough to have seen it and it was all I could do not to put that perfect hard nipple in my mouth). Long thick legs but nothing fat, and a smooth stomach she is a knock out. I and Lisa have been friends since High School we went to different schools but we rode the bus together, and we hung out with the same people and had many wild and crazy times, but that’s another story. I was kinda trying to get with Gabby who is 17 kinda chubby but she could pull it off she also had jet black hair cut short, and also had her lip pierced. She had nice tits but sadly the most I had seen of them is just her bra that she teased me with about a week earlier. I drove my truck over to Lisa’s house and noticed a Chrysler 300 in the culvasac by her house just sitting there, her dad was leaving to go to work. He had clients that he had to meet at all different times. Being a friend of the family I walked up the drive way and let myself in. No one was in the living room but in no time at all I was awarded with seeing Lisa at the top of the stairs in just her underwear she told me to give her a sec and she would be ready. I teased her and told her to get her clothes on. As she drove back to her room the front door opened and in stepped this woman in her mid twenties. I had never seen her before and looking at her it was disappointing we have not met earlier. The woman asked who I was I told her I’m CJ Lisa’s friend. Lisa poked her head out of her room and said “Oh yeah! You never met my older sister Taylor.” (I had heard of an older sister but they never talked to her she lived a good 3 hours away and rumored to have a drug problem) I said Hi. She said hi back and then went down stairs to where there mom was. Taylor hollered to her mom saying that there was a strange guy trying to steal their T.V. in the living room. I laughed “I’m not a strange guy I’m family girl. Ain’t I mom” finishing the sentence as I landed on the last step and seen their mom. Who was running on the treadmill. Taylor got some things and went upstairs I stayed down there a minute talking with the mom (I always make the mom like me) then headed upstairs to Lisa's room. I knocked then entered all the girls were getting ready doing hair make up, and sadly dressed. Lisa was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room doing her hair and we made small chat. Taylor was in the conjoining bathroom with the door open and chatted with us. Lisa got my attention and mouthed “she thinks your hott” I smiled, and thought of the possibilities. I was also pleased to find out that Taylor was gonna come hang out with us. Taylor had shoulder length dark brown hair with highlights with cat like eyes a big smile, and from what I can tell slightly bigger boobs than her sister. She also had a nice firm looking ass and was about the same height as Lisa. I myself was rather pleased with how I looked that night I had blue jeans on, a nice AE shirt, my fav AE hoodie and a toboggan with a bill that my surfer style hair peeked out of at my forehead and gave me wings out the back, and since I’m 6’6 I often get mistaken for being older and the older woman seem to like it to (I’m a tree with a baby face) and I have an athletic build I’m not skinny I’m built like an ideal tightend. After the girls got ready we left and picked up Gabby from work and then got alcohol and then the guy Lisa was talking to. We drove to a caf?that lets you smoke hookahs. On the way their Taylor announced she had some xanex and passed some out to Lisa, Gabby, and Lisa’s date me being the driver (since my SUV could fit everyone in comfortably) didn’t take any. I stuck to my bud select (I know not that smart). On the way to the caf?sex was a popular topic, and the fact I had seen Lisa’s boobs. Gabby said: you’ve seen mine too!” I corrected her “no you just teased me and only showed me your bra.” With that said she then turned towards me and lifted her shirt and bra and showed me her tits. Her skin was milky white and in the dark light I could tell her nipples looked a sweet tasting pink. I almost reached out and touched them but fearing for our safety I kept both hands on the wheel and as soon as they were shown, they were gone. The caf?was pretty uneventful except for the glances me and Taylor where exchanging and the fact that Gabby was trying to separate us. After the Caf?we decided to go to Gabby’s and get in her hott tub, my brain was just thinking of the possibilities. The girls put on Gabby’s spare bikinis and Lisa’s date who was Gabby’s brother in law just so happened to have shorts there so I was the only one getting in with just my underwear on. When we went to get in the hott tub lived up to its name it was so hot we couldn’t get in so we left the cover off to let it cool down in the mean time we hung out in Gabby’s room. Lisa kept passing out from the pills, and her date was M.I.A Gabby decided to show off her toys she had a vibrating cock ring that Taylor seemed to like, and then she showed us anal ease. This made me see her in an all new light. The tubb was finally bearable and we all got in I was surprisingly between Gabby and Taylor but closer to Taylor which spawned a funny look from Gabby. Gabby was showing her immaturity all night long complaining about stuff and just acting to drunk for only drinking a 40 oz of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and having Taylor next to her she made the decision easy I changed my attention to Taylor. We left Gabby at her house and decided to go back to Lisa’s house. It was 4 in the morning and Lisa’s date and I decided to stay the night they slept in her room. I was left with either the guest room or Taylor’s bed downstairs in the basement I chose; well we all know what I chose. Laying in bed with Taylor I got bold and cuddled her she had no objections, then I asked for a good night kiss (lame I know but hey I’m 19 I don’t have that many lines). My heart skipped a beat when she rolled over and put her lips to mine. I felt a jolt through my body and was completely content. She then rolled over and said goodnight. I now had a new woman I was interested in and I couldn’t wait to see her again. I bothered Lisa all day through texts about her sis, and we decided to have us all hang out again except Gabby. I picked them up and the girls looked great they even went through their x mas gifts and got there new jeans out that there mom had got them. We went to a liquor store and got some tequila and some Jim beam. Then went and got salt and lemon juice to take shots. Now we just needed a place to go… I knew of this place behind a carwash off a busy street outta sight, a place where I had taken some previous girls to do other things except drink. We decided it was a good idea and the alcohol started flowing. Through our festivities Lisa told us she never had done a body shot. We went to the 24hr grocery store and got lemons me and Taylor walked in. As we walked I looked at just how hott she was and since I had been wanting to kiss her again since the moment I saw her that night I pulled her to me and said “I have been waiting to do this all night” and with that I kissed her. We walked arm and arm into the store and got the lemons. Once we got back to our hide out Taylor demonstrated how to give a body shot on me. Now that Lisa knew how the bottle and lemons and salt where being passed around. Lisa with her date me and Taylor. I loved the feel of Taylor’s tongue on my neck with every shot she had me wanting her so bad. Now after all the sucking on eachothers neck the taking of lemons from the both just turned to making out, and soon moans of pleasure was coming from the back seat. Lisa and her date where having a lot of fun by the sounds we where hearing soon while me and Taylor where making out, Lisa’s feet where hitting me in the back in my head. They soon moved to the very back so now we had privacy. While we where kissing I moved my hand between her thighs, the warmth emanating from between only fueled my animal lust, soon I Had her pants unbutton and slipped my hands past her waist band I could feel her trimmed pubic hair and then finally the velvet feeling of her lips. As I slipped my hand further down I could feel the wetness and I slid two fingers in and started finger fucking her pussy. I was awarded with her moans of pleasure. While I was pleasuring her I myself was straining to burst through my jeans. Her hand started massaging my cock through my jeans and in between moans she whispered “Feels big.” This just made me smile and kiss her harder and makin my fingers work harder. I was alternating between fingering her and rubbing her clit and this was getting the reaction I was wanting moans of ooooooohhhhhhhssss and aaahhhhhssss and the look of her sex hungry eyes told me I was doing what she wanted. I finally freed myself from my jeans and placed her hand on my cock she stroked me, and then she leaned over and started sucking my cock. Now it was my turn to moan. I was especially impressed when I felt the back of her throat and then see all 7 inches disappear down her throat. She was the first girl to ever go all the way down (while 7 inches is decent what I’m most happy with is that I’m thick prolly 3 inches around). The feeling of her tongue flipping at my head and then taking it all the way down again was making me go crazy. And from the rocking of the truck and the moans Lisa was having a good time to. After getting thoroughly aroused by the best blow job I needed to fuck her. I went to pull her on top of me but then she told me to wait till we got home. SO I decided to finger her and make her want it as bad as I did. In a half moan she said “I hope you’ll return the favor with that I pushed her back leaned over and dove into her pussy. I tasted the sweet tanginess of her juices and loving every second of it. The ooooohhhhhhssssss and ahhhhhhhs were now OOOOOOHHHHHH and AHHHHH and FUCK YEAH which only got me hornier. After licking her pussy awhile I sat up and kissed her hard nothing gets me hotter than a girl tasting herself from my lips. She then decided she want to fuck I got out the condom and went to put it on when at that moment Lisa needed to puke, I got out and had to open the back hatch so she could puke cuz I didn’t want her to puke in my truck, with that we left and took her date home. Then we got to her house. Lisa was still naked so I got Taylor out and put her against the truck and then when to get LISA dressed. As I turned my back Taylor fell to the ground drunk. When I turned to get her up Lisa bolted to the house telling me to get Taylor in the house that she’s fine. So I carry Taylor into the house and down to her room. I lay her on the bed and start kissing her again. She then starts begging me to fuck her. We kiss some more and she shows off her deepthroating some more and gets my dick hard. As soon as it’s hard I stick it in her soaking wet pussy. Now blowjob can beat the feel of a tight pussy, it surprised me she was tight since she was 26 (later I find out that she had only been with 5 guys before me). I start humping for all I’m worth feeling the warmth of her pussy and her juices leaking down to my balls. After about 10 min her moans become louder and quicker, OH YES EM OH YEAH MMMMMMM YEAH, I whisper in her ear “You gonna Cum Baby?!” She whimpers back “Uh huh” then I feel her muscles contract OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH I stick it in as far as I can go I let her calm down a second then go back to humping her as fast as I can. I switch positions and make her put her knees on the floor and bend over while I fuck her doggy style (very low bed) I grip at her firm ass. Then turn her head to me and kiss her hard then bite her neck, OOOOHHHH MMMMM! Is my reward. After awhile the whiskey starts to affect me and I pull out and have her suck me some more while she’s sucking my dick I get on top of her in the 69 position. I lick her hard swollen clit in finger her pussy. Muffled moans escape her mouth. I start to hump her mouth and put my dick as far in her throat I can. Her mouth feels so good that the alcohol effect cannot compete against her abilities, and I’m ready to fuck some more. I get on top of her again and fuck her hard, watching her perfect 36 C breast sway with every thrust. She starts to moan like she did earlier OOOOOOHHHHH and I feel the contracting, I pull her hair and pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately. She says “I love you.” (Booze talking) I tell her I love her to then she say “no you don’t its ok though.” After fucking her some more her moans of pleasure start to get to me and I feel the great tingling sensation, I tell her “I’m GONNA CUM!” Just then I shoot my hot load into her. We lay there a second, I get up and pee and carry her to pee. Then carry her back to the bed put her panties on and I put her shirt on her. I go and check on Lisa she is sound asleep, then I crawl back into bed with Taylor snuggle up and go to sleep… Can’t wait to do it when I’m sober.

“ ‘Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring……. As you can probably tell, not a whole lot was going on! So yeah, it’s not exactly the Little House on the Prairie but our home sitting squarely on the Nebraskan high plains in a small mid-western township, is if nothing - congenial living. OK, so it was constructed in 1926. Interesting year that. Calvin Coolidge was in the White House, Eddie Cantor was running hot with “Bye Bye Blackbird,” A.A. Milne had just published Winnie-the-Pooh,” while the average US home would set you back around $6,800 and you could pick up a used Chrysler roadster for seventy-five bucks. Fidel Castro and Chuck Berry were born that year too - just in case you have an interest in such trivia. But to get back to what I was saying – it really was Christmas Eve. Now, for those readers who have kept a handle on things, you will be aware that I recently re-married a very young American girl and that accordingly, I shifted base from Australia to the tumbleweed-strewn heart of America. Geographically we are as close to the center of Northern USA as makes no difference. Old enough to be Katie’s grandfather, I suppose we are the ultimate odd-couple. Lest anyone point the finger in my direction however, allow me to make a few observations. I love my PSG dearly (little in-house joke there for the few of you able to make the connection). Together, we view our life on a remarkably even keel. A life I may add that is not governed by social dictate or a need to have been born in “acceptably close” time-frames. She keeps me young, I chip-in with the recalled images and experiences of having lived through the fifties, sixties, seventies and eighties… earlier , if the truth be known - though not quite, as a few have cruelly suggested, back to the days of Caesar Augustus. Now I realize that most of you have come here to read a sex story and indeed sex is a shared activity perpetuated even in this somewhat high-altitude household. What else would you logically expect? Married to a very attractive young girl many years my junior, neither “Farmville” or “Twitter” were ever likely to satisfy the libido. All of which brings us back to Christmas Eve 2009. “I’ve had a fantasy,” she giggled, hunched-up against the pillows that night – presumably having stacked up all my presents under the tree – I hadn’t checked yet. “Yeah?” I replied, “You want to see me wash-up, dressed like Lady Gaga?” “Interesting thought,” she said, “But no, I, er…..I want you to tie me up! I looked at her for a moment. She didn’t appear to be under the influence of any illegal substance. This was a new route entirely she was contemplating. “C’mon,” I muttered, “I left my rope on the horse out back and it’s freezing tonight.” “I’m serious,” she giggled afresh then, reaching down beneath her side of the bed, withdrew two scarves of indeterminate length, dropping them delicately on the coverlet in front of me. I began to panic. “What the Hell?” I was thinking, “I’ve married a street whore.” The concept gained appeal even as I pondered it. “So…you want I should tie you up.” I countered. Where? To the bed? To the cat? She indicated the bed-head behind her. “Guess we’d better get you looking the part then,” I sniggered, tugging her nightdress up over her knees until those sexy little green panties of her were clearly visible. She looked shocked but made no attempt to address the situation either by tugging the silky material back down or by closing up her legs totally. After all if one is wishing to be tied up and brutally raped, there isn’t much point is there? Having the foresight to dislodge first the shoulders of her nightdress that added a much needed wanton, if not abused look to her predicament, especially given the girl’s fully bra-less condition, I aligned her right arm with the bed-head and using one of the scarves, tied the wrist securely to the protruding wooden carving. Standing back to look at my handiwork, I had to admit to a certain racy thrill inherent in the situation. She looked so damned vulnerable! ‘Twas the work of a few seconds to truss up her left arm in a similar fashion. Andromeda herself could have looked no more helpless, shackled to that rock-face, awaiting the Kraken’s unwelcome attentions. Now Katie’s breasts are not what the drooling pervert might call voluminous but rather, sedate, well-rounded attributes that any girl would be proud to possess. Presented thus however, forcibly more pronounced by virtue of her restraints and having in mind also their un-encased reality, courtesy of the sheer material with which female night-attire is manufactured, the reader can visualize I am sure, her simmering aspect. Gently caressing her breasts beneath their rayon protector, one could scarcely fail to notice both nipples’ erect condition. Katie’s eyes were wide-open, her breath coming in short snatches. She looked down semi-shocked as I continued to manipulate her freely. This had definitely been a good idea I was thinking. Not that my wife is a slavish devotee of the “Twilight” ethos as such, she simply has more it seems, than a passing interest in vampirism. To put it in layman’s terms, she has a thing about having her neck meaningfully fanged. Leaning across therefore, I pushed her head to one side and gently clamped my teeth upon the area below her right ear – at the exact spot where neck and shoulder are conjoined. I can’t say that she moaned as such but certainly I had injected sufficient kink-factor to procure a reaction. Her respiration noticeably increased and the smile was pure Lucy Van Helsing. Kneeling beside Katie now, I allowed my left hand to infiltrate the upper part of her nightdress, making the gentle descent inside, where-in either a right or left deviation from her cleavage handed the intruder an array of illicit curves and possibilities. I heard a gasp but whether it was Katie’s or my own, I couldn’t rightly nominate. My right hand that for a few moments earlier had rested on her exposed knee, I now slipped between her legs, making deliberately slow progress along the inside of her thigh. The gasp this time was definitely hers. There is something so damned sexy about inching your way north to a woman’s panties that when they happen to belong to the girl you married, the arousal factor accelerates significantly. I’m sure that studying a new species of ant within the crater of an active volcano would be marginally warm. Our interaction on that bed that night exhibited a similar thermal output. At the point I reached her knickers (a small concession there for our European readers), Katie began squirming most realistically. She commenced shaking her head in true abused-heroine fashion while her legs thrashed about as if to deter the inbound predator. One can only imagine the disappointment on site, had she been successful. Little sounds were now emanating from her mouth which of course no practiced rapist could tolerate. Thus seizing a hold of the elastic waistband, I tugged her panties down her legs and pulling them clear of her feet, gagged her swiftly with the skimpy material. This time she did look horrified. I figured it was just as well I had never shown her my International rap-sheet. Resuming my task I began to gently massage her outer vaginal area, my fingers circling ever nearer that central ingress that despite her wriggling about, acted involuntarily as a white-hot homing beacon. Descending further, I slipped a finger between her labia and discovered a world of lubricated delights. Her eyes closed momentarily and I commenced on a program of clitoral stimulation that was only ever going to have the one conclusion…..not that long in coming either – as it were. I kissed her lovingly on the cheek, realizing concurrently that a finger alone was never likely to adequately seal the evening’s festivities. Removing the gag, I positioned myself between her legs and withdrew that which was far better equipped to play Romeo to Katie’s gaping yet defenseless Juliet. Her eyes glazed slightly as I entered her. I couldn’t tell whether she was role-playing the abused girl of her fantasies or simply lost in her raptures. I was partly in that same Twilight Zone myself. During this formative stage of the union, I continued to ply my digital trade so far as her breasts were concerned. The kissing was a shared romantic plus it should be mentioned. If you have never had the opportunity of full-on intercourse with a helplessly restrained young female, then your life is that much the poorer for it. Maybe it’s a throw-back to the Neanderthal era, perhaps some residual if not inherited memory of our ancestors, when our Great Great Great Great etc, Grandmother was dragged by the hair to the nearest cave and given the once over by Grandpa. Who knows? Maybe he was dragged there after Mehetabel came on heat unexpectedly. I digress once more. Taking the liberty now of exposing her breasts whilst I continued thrusting (at first) gently into her, the entire aspect of our love-making took on a wholly surreal aura. The undeniably submissive nature that is presented by such forced restraint is visually multiplied by the girl’s topless plight and by reason of her widespread legs, an inability to avoid her sexual fate. Small beads of sweat formed just below her hairline as our coupling took on a rather more committed path. Between kissing her and nuzzling those wonderful young breasts I was reminded of just how little a man really loses over the years when it comes to the core matrix of life locked-up in those wonderfully enduring strands of DNA. This is not to say that he is the CEO of any sexual encounter – far from it. The fact is, his contribution in both materials and work-done is minimal if the truth be known. In our case that night however, I can tell you without a word of a lie, what came to pass in that room was nothing less than a shared ecstasy. As I passed to her safekeeping my procreative front line, she pulled her face away from me slightly and smiled rather prettily. “You love me don’t you?” It came across as half statement, half question. “Now don’t start jumping to conclusions wench,” I muttered, trying to slip one hand down her cleavage again as I uttered the words. She pulled my hand out swiftly. “Be serious,” she said. “You do love me right??” I saw immediately the foolishness of my behavior and held her to me. “With all my heart sweetheart,” I assured her. “You know me….if I see an opportunity to be flippant, I kinda slip…badly… Forgive me.” It was the way she forgave me that I recall so well. With a noticeable wriggle of those California-designed hips, she thrust her shoulders forward thus accentuating her partial nudity, then, spreading her legs to what any onlooker would describe as an “illegal” angle, smiled invitingly.. This time it was rape. Later, as I collapsed on my side of the bed, I wondered whether I should in fact have her charged. I guess she was lucky it was just too cold a night to amble down to the Court House and make a statement. Besides, we know the Sheriff well, ain’t hardly likely he’d believe a word of it. “But Officer…..she made me tie her up!” Just one further thing to add. Not three weeks later, she summoned me to the bedroom early one evening, where I found her propped up in bed, eyes semi glazed and looking for all the world like someone had stolen her stuffed alligator. I looked at her vacantly. “It turned blue” was all she said! © Peter_Pan 2010 *** “The Best of Peter_Pan” is now available in soft-cover at: www.lulu.com/content/679070 Visitors are also welcome at the Peter_Pan website: www.theharperexperience.com

You think Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote places holed-up between fantasy and reality, hope and disillusionment. Jim dreamed - just like everyone else. He dreamed of bygone days when he would leap from his bed Christmas mornings, a flushed and excited eight-year old, taking the stairs two at a time on his descent to the lounge-room. Pushing wide the door respectfully, a trait often exhibited by only-children, you could have lit-up a thousand cities from the glow on the youngster's face as he gazed in awe at the presents piled up around the tree. Jim's parents had never been what you might call well-heeled, yet they had ensured that at whatever cost, their little boy would remember the happiest of childhoods, most especially during the Yuletide season. Their efforts had paid-off handsomely. Marrying in his mid-twenties "for better or for worse," it had proven most definitely the less desirable of those two options. Cathy, fundamentally was a bitch. He remembered back, not long before his mother's death in fact and how she had more or less laid that particular fact out for him. His father had died years earlier and had been spared the worry of his son's great unhappiness. All Jim had ever done was to love his wife unconditionally and in doing so, managing somehow to overlook her selfishness, emotional detachment and cruel insensitivity. For thirty-four years Cathy drove, while he sat out life in the back-seat! Bereft of meaning, the marriage had produced two daughters equally bereft of paternal interest and consideration. Perhaps genetically influenced, both girls from their teenage years onwards found a plethora of reasons not to be home, staying either with girlfriends or maternal relatives. Of little concern to Cathy, it simply afforded her more time to spend in front of the television. The few times Jim tried to talk to either girl about their school-work, their futures, even the most mundane of topics...it was obvious, they had little need for his input into their lives....that having ended one might conclude, with Cathy's abrupt announcement of her subsequent pregnancies. After a while he left them to their own intractable devices. Both girls left home soon after completing school and their finding local employment. He saw them perhaps once a fortnight, usually when they came to visit their mother. Jim would console himself some nights recalling the Christmases when they were yet children and the pleasure he had gotten in recreating for them what still stood-out so vividly from his own past. How had everything gone so wrong? he mused. All he had ever wanted was to love...and be loved! Many years passed. Cathy had died of kidney disease, his daughters had married and moved away to the north of England. A postcard from Marion in the late eighties had put him on notice that he was now officially a grandfather. He had seen the lad but half a dozen times since, the last being when his daughter called in at the local hospital briefly following his triple-bypass . He was in his sixty-fourth year now and living alone in a shabby semi in Portsmouth, the area's solitude matching his own bleak and wind-swept life. Still, he took pleasure in wrapping-up during the wintry months and spending hours on the seafront, looking out at the gray Atlantic, perhaps sensing in the uncompromising and harsh environment, a kinship somehow with his own unstinting tidal existence. The one thing that adverse circumstance had failed miserably in trying to dull or nullify in Jim's life however, was December the 25th. Each year he would decorate the little tree using the same tinsel and colored balls he had so religiously protected and stored away following his parental loss. Within the limitations of his meager savings, he would even buy himself a few presents to be religiously wrapped and placed beneath the tree on Christmas Eve. To the outside world that year, it was an elderly and rather melancholy-looking gentleman that took his time wandering around the stores, picking up and studying the latest toys, deriving tactile pleasure from simply holding the many items that represented those seasonal childhood yearnings. Occasionally he would smile as he held aloft a doll or a farm animal. Mothers would glance at him warily and shepherd their youngsters into the adjoining aisle. They could not know that inside that tattered old coat and scarf, an eight-year old child looked out at his beloved world of remembrances. In Brackensfield's, one of the largest Department stores on the east-side, the newly installed Santa was entertaining a long line of expectant children as their mothers jostled for the dubious privilege of parting with six pounds 75p in exchange for an instant photo of their loved one/s posed on the man in red's knee. No-one noticed the lonely old figure standing alongside the racks of games nearby, watching the awe-struck children as they progressed excitedly along the queue. The moment they had to relinquish their mom's hand and take that last step up to that lofty perch. The encouragement to smile for the camera and then finally those few words with Santa himself. Unseen also, the occasional yet involuntary tear trickling down the man's cheeks. He stayed until the last child had scampered back to his mother and the helpers were hanging up the sign which read "Santa has gone to feed his reindeer and will be back at 6 p.m." For a moment he was lost in his own thoughts. "It means a lot to you doesn't it?" The words jolted him upright. Kindly eyes considerably older than his own even, looked down at him. "I was just remembering," he half-stammered and feeling not a little embarrassed. The eyes smiled. "Ah, the memory of happier times perhaps?" Then after the briefest of pauses, "And what then would you wish for yourself on this cold Christmas Eve?" came the question from deep beneath the bushy beard. "That's easy, " Jim responded. "I'd wish that for just a few hours even, I could spend time with a young lady who might love me for simply myself. Someone I wished I could have met when I was young and had a future." The hand caressed the white moustache. "All of us have a future my friend. It's just a matter of recognizing when it actually started! We must enjoy the opportunities that come along and for some of us," he looked at Jim almost sympathetically, "such times may be of regrettably brief duration." Smiling now, he took Jim's hand. "Well now, a very merry Christmas to you Sir. I must be going. Those reindeer of mine are eating me out of house and home." Jim watched as the tall figure disappeared around the sporting aisle and decided to head home. Although not snowing, it was icy cold outside and he was looking forward to the familiarity of the snug confines of his little home. Perhaps he would indulge himself with a small bottle of brandy, after all, Christmas was but once a year. Entering the small latched gate that opened upon the narrow crazy-paving pathway that led to his front door, he felt upon his forehead first one, then another touch of crystalized cold. He looked up. The weather bureau had been right for once. For only the eleventh time since the turn of the previous century, a genuine white Christmas had been predicted for the south of England. He watched for a few moments, the sporadic flakes as they eddied silently downwards, not yet in sufficient a flurry to lay the groundwork for their heavier relatives. The front door closed behind him, sealing off once more his own little eco-system from the withering elements. Everything was as he had left it. The tree over by the small French doors, those ancient but so well-loved glass balls reflecting the small lights as they winked on and off - tiny beacons of cheer in a room of such gentility and misplaced affection. Beneath the lower branches upon the threadbare carpet, four neatly-wrapped presents lay clustered there. So sad their message of loneliness, yet so inspiring a tradition of hope and goodwill. Jim knelt down and re-arranged them as he liked to do occasionally. He had long since put out of his mind what they contained and was rather looking forward to the morning's discoveries. He allowed his fingers contact with some of the long strands of tinsel. It took no effort on his part to recall his mother kneeling there beside him, showing an eager son how to hang them properly. Closing his eyes, it was her fingertips he now felt, her breath that perceptibly disturbed the symmetry of those lower branches. The plummeting outside temperature was more than enough reason to light the fire in the open hearth that he had earlier prepared. He knelt there watching as the embryonic flames consumed the kindling, giving them sustenance to take-on the challenges of the thicker wood above. Within ten minutes the hearth was ablaze with pyrotechnic good cheer and Jim began to set strategically in place layers of coal that would keep the entire house warm during the night. There is something intrinsically magnetic about an open fire. A lifetime's thoughts and recollections can pass in an instant watching those glowing embers, the small pockets of gas igniting within the lumps of coal and the curious behavior of those tiny flame-creatures as they scurry along the base of the conflagrated logs. Jim walked over to the small but serviceable kitchenette and cooked himself a couple of pork sausages with potatoes and mixed vegetables and with the small room at its optimum temperature now, he watched on television, as he had done every successive Christmas for as far back as he could remember - Miracle on 34th Street. Some years it was A Christmas Carol, but always one or the other. The brandy saw admirably well, to his transition from well-fed comfort to yawning tiredness. The last thing he did was to lay out a final layer of coal before drawing the fireguard across in front of the hearth. He was aware of the old clock in the lounge-room striking, having listened to its comforting message of hourly regularity since he was a small child. Subconsciously he realized it was midnight. It was the other sound however that had him struggling between wakefulness and confused unreality. It's repetition brought him fully awake. Someone at the front door?...his front door? It was only the lightest of knocks. It would have been hard to tell what shocked him more. The inbound blast of freezing air with not a few flurries of heavy snow or the young girl standing on his doorstep shivering there, in just a thin dress. "Could I come in for a few moments please, I'm lost." was all she was able to mutter. The girl was in the last stages of hypothermia to judge by her color and aggravated shaking. Flakes of snow covered her shoulders and long brown hair. He did not fail to notice how pretty she was either and the likelihood that she was surely no more than eighteen or nineteen. He pulled her gently inside and closed the door. "Good heavens child," he said, propelling her gently towards the fireplace. "What on earth are you doing walking around the streets at this time of night...and with no warm clothes." "I...I don't remember," she said, crouching down near the hearth and holding her freezing arms out to the resuscitating warmth. "Something happened and I had to leave....that's all I recall. I don't even know this place!" Jim selected a few small logs from the pile nearby and tossed them on the fire ahead of some more coal to bring up the level of flame. "Are you hungry missy?" he asked. The girl looked-up at him and nodded shyly. "Well you just stay there love - get yourself nice and warm and I'll fetch you something to eat," he said to her. As he pottered about in his little kitchen alcove tossing some bacon and eggs into a frying pan, and a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster, he looked back at the girl. Obviously benefiting greatly from the warmth of the fire, she looked back at him once or twice, smiling and quite obviously at ease in his presence. Looking at her delicately formed body hunched up there on the floor, he realized he wasn't yet too old to recognize the physical attraction of one so young, despite the obvious futility of such recognition. "What about a mug of hot chocolate to be going on with love" he enquired, turning the eggs as he did so. "Oh, yes please," she answered gratefully, hugging herself around the knees as she sat there, seemingly entranced by the flames. Little wispy clouds of steam were rising from the sleeves of her dress and he realized that besides being half-frozen to death she must have been soaked through from the melting snow-flakes. She sipped her hot chocolate delicately. By the time he took out the tray of hot food to her, the color was back in her cheeks and she was altogether a healthier-looking proposition to the freezing and bedraggled young thing that he had first ushered across his minimally populated threshold. He had wanted to ask her all sorts of questions but thought better of it, preferring to watch as she relished the simple but satisfying meal he had brought her. "What's your name miss?" he found the courage to ask her. "Cassandra," she replied, but most people call me "Cass, or Cassie." she added, looking up at him between mouthfuls. "Well, I like Cassandra," he told her, "If you don't mind I'll call you that - it's a lovely name....for a lovely young lady, if you don't mind me saying so." he blushed at his own words and she caught the color rising in his cheeks. "You're a little shy with girls aren't you?" she asked. "Oh, and you haven't told me your name either, have you?" "Ohh, sorry...no I forgot," he said to her. "I'm Jim...just old Jim!" "You're not that old," she observed with a commendable degree of tact. "Ah, but I am Cassandra," he smiled at her wistfully. "Way too old I'm afraid." "You're a very kind person, I know that much," she smiled up at him. "A girl knows instinctively who she's safe with and who she can trust." He was watching her now, noticing just how young she was, the beautiful unlined face, blemish-free skin, girlish figure that promised more than he dared remember. He wondered how he must look to her? Never realistically having been even "handsome" in his youth, his skin was old and sagging in places now - all the wrong places at that! Beneath his eyes, his jowls, around his considerably expanded and flabby waistline, even the tops of his gnarled old hands were wrinkly, the veins standing out like speed-humps gone feral. Liver-spots were starting to make their presence known and to describe his hairline as receding, would not begin to recount the cranial carnage wreaked over the past twenty years. Reduced to a few white hairs, those currently on-site presented themselves as little more than a ruffled patchwork at the best of times. As if subconsciously aware of his hirsute shortcomings, he ran his hand across his head suddenly, flattening a few rogue strands. "Well to me you're not old Jim....just a really nice man," she smiled up at him sweetly as she finished her food, offering him up the tray. Her words touched him and quite without any logical reason, he wanted to put his arms around her and hold her tight....the daughter he had never had... the wife he had never known....the lover he had so futilely longed for. Instead however, he simply took the tray and trudged back to the kitchen, aware for the first time since he had let her in, how additionally grotty he must appear to her in those tatty old pajamas and dressing-gown he was wearing. Seemingly reading his mind, she called out to him, "Jim, come and sit beside me in front of the fire for a while." Not even questioning why she would ask such a thing of him, he shuffled back to the fireplace and eased himself down beside her. For a while they both stared into the dwindling flames. He noticed now the little silver chain around her neck and the tiny locket that she seemed to be holding for comfort as she sat there. "That's a very pretty little treasure," he said to her. Looking at it for just a few moments she smiled back at him. "Yes, it was given to me by a very dear person. It means everything to me." Now her immediacy was affecting his judgment and he took her hand in his. "May I please?" he asked, looking at her delicately shaped hand resident now in his own palm, "Only for a moment Cassandra.....I just want to remember what it feels like..it's been such a long time." Whatever response he had been expecting, he was not prepared for that which he received, as she leaned across and kissed him softly on the lips. It was not a long kiss but in the three or four seconds contact he was treated to a kaleidoscope of emotions. Shock, pleasure, embarrassment, disorientation and not the least - arousal! Pulling back, but still holding the girl's hand, which for some reason was recalling impossible memories, he was momentarily lost for words. "You....you shouldn't be doing that," he stuttered. "Why not?" she said, looking as cute as a button, "I wanted to! Didn't you like it?" she teased, then looking serious for a moment. "You have been very kind to me...I just wanted you to know I really appreciate it. As she was speaking, he found himself studying her closely once more. The little wisps of brown hair curling around her earlobes, the almost unkempt locks that fell across her forehead and which jiggled as she emphasized her point. Her pretty and expressive little face without a trace of make-up, not that any could possibly improve on what nature had already set in place. Despite her youth, something about her was bordering on the old-fashioned. Perhaps it was the dress. Although well fitting - especially so he noted, in areas he hardly dared contemplate - the hemline was longer than girls her age tended to wear and certainly was without any mainstream appeal so far as he could judge. On her though it looked perfect and he found himself wishing he could hold and caress something other than her hand. A log suddenly crackled and the girl started in surprise. He took the opportunity to put his arm around her shoulders hoping against hope she would not react unfavorably. How he wished it was a young arm and not that of an old man that carried now the fully unrealistic hopes of its owner. Far from rejecting the gesture though, Cassandra snuggled in to him. "You make me feel safe and protected," she whispered, turning her head slightly. The movement caused her dress to gape slightly at the front and for a moment he saw the onset of the downward curve of her cleavage. She had fairly small breasts he had determined and again inexplicably, something of a hazy remembrance came to him. She was saying something to him. It surely couldn't be what his mind was hearing? "Kiss me again Jim.....please," In that instant he fell apart emotionally. With what would appear to any onlooker to be the sad, if not pathetic spectacle of an old man trying to resurrect his forgotten romantic habits, he pulled her back until she lay in his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. Soft, gentle and confidently pliant lips met their coarse, trembling and long-since used partner's. As both the beauty and hideous reality of the interaction washed over him, he was unable to prevent the tears building up. "I'm so sorry Cassandra," he cried...."I don't know what's come over me. I'm just a really lonely old man and.....and well, you're just so pretty...." He was wracked in an agony of despair. She smiled at him. "You're not an old man Jim....you never were.....Look, see!" So saying, she held his hands up before him. Unable to accept what his eyes would have him believe, he stared at the strong and well-shaped hands. No hint of a wrinkle. Wide wrists heralded the onset of muscular arms that disappeared up beneath the sleeves of his old pajamas. He had no need of a mirror, he knew his face was that of a young man. He could feel the weight of thick and luxuriant hair which even now curled almost to the nape of his neck. He sought not to question this miracle, merely to address its purpose. Carrying her to his bedroom where neither the crumpled bed linen, nor the faded and decrepit wallpaper held sway any longer, he laid Cassandra on the top sheet. Turning away from him she sat up and raised her arms. Gently he unzipped the dress and watched as she pulled it over her head. She wore nothing beneath. Make love to me," she barely whispered. He found disrobing in front of her, an act easily effected without the slightest inhibition. He remembered then, how it was something neither he nor Cathy had ever been comfortable with. He couldn't recall ever actually seeing her fully naked - nor having the desire to! Allowing him to spread her as far as he wished, she closed her eyes and wriggled her hips enticingly as he entered her. Making full use of his restored and youthful physique, Jim thrust hard into her - not with any semblance of distasteful force but rather, one of masculine dominance at a time a girl might understandably wish to be dominated. After their frenetic early needs subsided, Jim lay down behind her, pulled her close to him and pulled the bedclothes over them. Cassandra with her back to him, pulled his arms tightly around her breasts and lay still, listening to their respiratory rates even out. She didn't want to think about having to leave or about what she knew had shortly to be. All Jim was able to think about was by whatever miracle, an angel had been delivered to his door this night. He would worry about an explanation in the morning. God willing he should never lose her again, yet somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind he knew he had experienced these thoughts some time in the past. ** An old man woke Christmas morning. His cries of anguish at his loss would have melted the heart of the least compassionate of men. "How could a dream be so real?" "How could any God be so cruel?" were just two of the questions he suspected he was never likely to be receiving an answer to. Determined however that nothing would ever undermine his love of the festive season, he decided he would first make himself a pot of tea and entering the tiny kitchen he had to grasp a hold of the door-frame to steady his nerves...if not his sanity. Sitting there on the bench was the tray, containing one dirty plate with traces still of bacon rind and a small yellowish stain. Struggling to make sense of the non-sensical, the only rational explanation in his view was that whilst in a semi-delusional state, he had actually cooked that meal last night....and presumably eaten it. He made his pot of tea and whilst waiting for it to draw, went to the front door and opened it. Snow must have been falling all night. The front path, grass and flowerbeds were now but a uniform white blanket, the trees - icy sculptured sentinels. All around, picturesque serenity, a silent white matte-work. Returning to the living room, he went across to the little tree - and stared! Five presents now sat in a cluster-pattern beneath those lower branches, one far smaller than the rest, slightly away to the right. The wrapping looked faded but again, somehow familiar. As he picked it up he felt a decided chill. His hands trembled as the little heart-shaped box was exposed. It looked quite old. Removing the lid, he saw what was inside and his world spun away. Shaking fingers opened the tiny silver locket, and with tears of passion raking his cheeks, he read what he already knew was so minutely inscribed there. "To Cassandra from your loving husband Jim. Christmas 1832" ** © Phrenetic_Ice/Peter_Pan Please visit “The World of Peter_Pan” www.theharperexperience.com

Author’s Note: This was the nineteenth episode in the series: We all knew it! Harper Valley was taking over our lives. It wasn’t so much that anyone was getting bored with sex – quite the reverse in fact. We could barely pass each other in the hallway now without having to resort to some minor indecency. A hot little spank, fondle of a breast – even a full-on quickie up against the wall if the coast was clear. Admittedly, the latter was usually with Kylie, who had no qualms whatsoever about getting down and sexy with me anytime, any place! When a hot little tease wanders out of the bathroom into your room late nights in just her skimpy bra and panties, one finger in her mouth giggling – what the hell are you supposed to do? Get out your crucifix and wave it in her face, while snarling “ Back spawn of Satan ?” or read aloud an appropriate passage from the Gospel According to St Mark maybe? Whilst Natalie was more inclined to seek out prolonged late-night action under my covers – The Yardbirds’ one-time hit Over Under Sideways Down , coming readily to mind here, Jenna still had this thing for being squashed submissively up against the steering wheel pre-school. I have a theory that she rather likes the feel of sticky panties as she sits at her desk. No accounting for taste. Certainly fun getting them sticky! Activities between the three of them were common-place if not significantly on the increase. Two of them would end up taking extraordinarily long showers together when Chris was not home, Jenna and Natalie especially I noticed. Nor was it rare to hear crazed giggling from one of the rooms, and giving in to temptation I would look-in to find Kylie on her back – usually naked or close to – being kissed and fondled by Natalie (she always tends to keep just her panties on) while Jenna would be licking her sister’s pussy in frenzied delight, quite often with her hand in her own knickers (if she had any on). For my part, it was never a wise move to actually go in, as this would invariably degenerate into a three-girl rape session….exactly as they had planned it. I think though that we sensed even then, it all had ultimately to end – as much at home as in the Valley. What otherwise would be the plan? Bring their boyfriends home to routinely fuck their other sisters? Invite Brad, Jerry, Connor and associates to each wedding so they could do a number on the bridesmaids, if not the bride? Have them tell their friends they had to be back home early because their father wanted to try a new position? We hadn’t yet got to the stage of a round table conference but assuredly winds of change were blowing in from the south. Meanwhile the Harper juggernaut rolled on. Interestingly, in discussing life with Jerry, Brad and Warwick amongst others, it seemed that each and every daughter was becoming more and more ..desirous let’s say, of more regular intimacies. According to Warwick, Brianna was skirting dangerously close to the edge of nymphomania so far as her night-time needs were concerned. Hell, my three were well past that! The next gathering saw everyone back at George’s place. Strictly speaking it should have been our turn, but given that in the intermediary period we had hosted a major barbecue function to honor Jenna’s soccer league success at their State semi-final, we were exonerated. Jerry, Brad, Warwick Connor and several others had attended the match and the post barbecue festivities. With no preconceived intent, at least I like to think that, the afternoon had, with the undoubted assistance of several bottles of champagne, taken on the attributes of a typical Harper’s script. Basically, in Natalie’s enforced absence, Jenna and Kylie both found themselves the main attraction and by late afternoon had been so comprehensively fucked by each and every guest a number of times - both singly and together, they were forced to declare giggling, a state of vaginal emergency. The event was soured to a small degree at the point Brad, admittedly whilst ‘under the weather,’ produced a camera–phone and commenced what was obviously intended as his own private photographic exhibition of Jenna, who having been three-quarters stripped of her sports outfit and pushed across a low trestle table in little more than her panties, was being somewhat indelicately penetrated by Connor and his friend. Not that she was objecting. Over with Kylie’s group at the time, I managed to get myself back on-site and wrest the device off him after just one pic. Even though not officially a Harper’s engagement, I reminded him of the total photographic ban in place. Being otherwise fully engaged (if not engorged) at the time, Jenna remains ignorant to this day, of the existence of that one carnally explicit portrait (You think I was going to delete it?) George’s get-together was much like George himself. Polished, very well organised and in good taste. Yes, girls can be fucked tastefully or not. Its all in the methodology and the surroundings. From my viewpoint I took the opportunity of spending most of the day with Larissa. I hadn’t seen that much of her for a few weeks and had been missing her greatly. Didn’t even get to the stage of unhinged physical by-play for quite a while, just preferring to talk, cuddle and kiss her, while catching up on lost moments. My three were by necessity being stripped and fondled however within minutes of the front door closing. Natalie and Jenna found themselves side by side on the same lounge, being French-kissed while other hands worked their way inexorably into their bras and knickers. The last I saw of Kylie, she was being groped on all sides and propelled somewhat roughly into George’s den just across the hallway in nothing more than her high-cut bikini briefs, by four slavering dads. George was with her so I knew the other three would be OK! There were plenty of parents to go around…of both sexes and thus Brianna, Louise, Chantelle, Tanya, Michelle, Brittany, Nadia etc, were all potentially well catered for. Meanwhile Larissa and I had ended up in her bedroom and as I undressed her slowly on her own bed I finally realized what I should always have known and understood. That like my three, she was still just a young girl growing up, experiencing admittedly the sexual freedom not one in twenty million probably have the chance to, yet enjoying her body every bit as much as her partners. Love and sex after all, remain completely separate entities despite the fact that social etiquette tells us they should be intrinsically linked at all times. At one stage I recall George coming in on his own while I was making love to Larissa on her side and with her back to him. She knew he was there. The casual observer might have described the scene as erotically perverse, seeing a girl’s father kneeling at his seventeen-year old daughter’s bedside, gently stroking her neck and shoulders as she is being taken to the heights of sexual passion by a man getting-on for three times her age. It certainly was a surreal experience. I was hoping privately I could maybe return the favor if he and Natalie found themselves in as emotionally vulnerable a position some time in the near future. Probably to allow some of the other girls a little more sexual latitude but “the triplets” were given a rest in the ‘bedroom mazurka’ sequence after the rest period. It was almost refreshing just sitting out in the garden with them and Larissa, just talking normally rather than over-indulging our group libidos. From what I heard later, little Caitlin and Tanya were given extended work-outs in every known position. Not sure who the third girl was. I did notice that Graham, Chloe and Kirsten were absent from the party due, so it was suggested, to it being Chloe’s time of the month. This entire interlude however is not the center-piece of this particular Harper episode. So allow me to move right along. Once in a while, Jerry actually has all his brain cells functioning in parallel. They were, the day he called me and said, “Well, what about a cruise?” “A cruise?” I replied. “You mean like Master & Commander: The Far Side of the World?….or A Night to Remember, Jer?” “Just one of those island cruises,” he answered sullenly. For those of you unfamiliar with Sydney nautical options, this is a city of maritime delights. People get about on boats here like those in Switzerland use skis. Sydney harbor is a boatman’s paradise and being, with the possible exception of San Francisco or Auckland the world’s largest and most heavily populated waterway, it offers any and every floating relaxation imaginable. From two hour harbor cruises to all day trips outside the heads up and down the near coastal inlets, its just a matter of how much damage your American Express card can reasonably sustain. For the well-heeled, the “Tasmanian Sea-Link” car-ferry can zap your family and Camry down to Hobart in a matter of two nights or so. Cost you way more than a return trip to London but hell, it’s one over the top luxury vessel. Now as it happens, Jerry was talking about one of the local island crawls. By “local” I mean Noumea, Vanuatu, French New Caledonia, even the odd “mystery” island as the brochures gushingly promise. All up ultimately, much the same distance as Auckland. Infinite routing permutations and all supported by the latest generation cruise ships….80-100,000 tonne leviathans most of which are considerably bigger than the QE2. The trick is, to get enough people to go to make it economically feasible. A twenty-nine hundred dollar single berth can be picked up for as little as $850 if you get enough people to share a state-room. Well hey, at Harpers, the one thing we weren’t short of was people! Took maybe a week’s organizing but with the upcoming October holidays a seven to eight day cruise would not intrude on any school time. In the upshot, most everyone was more than willing to join the odyssey and with a little coercion we managed to book out five adjoining eight-berth cabins on A-Deck. Myself, the three girls, George, Larissa, Jerry and Michelle in suite 724. Pete, his seventeen year old son Michael, Brad and Louise, Steve and Nadia, Mal and Cathy in 722. Graham, Chloe and Kirsten, Chris, his wife Anne and their daughter Meredith, Wayne and Caitlin in 720. In suite 718 was crammed Paul and Chantelle, Connor and Sandy, Sue and Tanya, Keith and Brittany. In the furthest suite – 716 were Danielle and her dad Mike, Warwick and Brianna, Virginia, her younger sister Rhiannon, and father Craig. Theirs had a spare bed. A rather healthy ratio all up one must admit, of twenty-two girls to seventeen men. The “Valley” was well represented you might say! Boarding that Friday evening was as hectic an affair as you might imagine it would be, with over two thousand people having to cram into Circular Quay where even the bridge of the Pacific Princess towered over the maritime terminal, her rear jutting out almost as far as the Harbor Bridge itself. It was a hot night and the ship’s air-conditioning was working overtime to maintain a comfortable balance between the need for layers of deodorant and frigid indifference. Having lost the odd member of our party at varying times amongst the jostling tourist trade, we finally located our parallel suites and incredibly not having a single piece of luggage misplaced, we checked-in to our quite splendid quarters. First up, and doubtless this was repeated right the way through to 716 a “fight” for the bed with the best view. We had a choice of two double beds a double bunk a single bed and a pull-out trundle. Working on the theory that Jenna was arguably the smallest cabin-member – she inherited the pull-out. Kylie and Natalie had a cat-fight going over the single-bed nearest the window. Solved that by giving it to Jerry. I realized at this stage, “what the hell did it matter anyway?” as if anyone would be staying in the same bed! Purely for reasons of convenience, George and Larissa took one of the doubles, Nat and I the other. That left Michelle and Kylie with the bunk – naturally, they both wanted the top – we even had to toss for that, leaving Kylie muttering “not fair!” The decks were packed as the huge ship was towed away from its moorings by a fleet of tugs. Horns blared from hundreds of other craft and in a traditional show of farewell, thousands upon thousands of colored streamers were tossed by visitors and passengers alike as she slid away from quayside. Free of her restraints, the Pacific Princess’ colossal diesel engines then kicked-in and propelled the cruiser towards Sydney’s North Head and the open sea. Remembering for a moment that this is exactly what it must have been like that night the Titanic pulled away from the docks in Southampton all those years ago, I didn’t feel much like cutting loose emotionally. Jenna must have noticed my passive expression. “What’s wrong?” she said, “You don’t look very happy.” “Its nothing sweetheart,” I replied picking her up around the waist – she weighs peanuts – “Just thinking about some things.” I added, “Sorry if I looked bothered. I’m not at all. Matter of fact I am so looking forward to this whole thing, you better believe it.” With that I kissed her on the lips, much to the obvious distaste of the grizzled middle-aged lady on my left who I doubt had ever had the experience herself, to judge by her bearing and demeanor. Definitely Head warden in a female prison! “She married young,” I muttered to the woman, taking Jenna’s hand and leading her back to our cabin. Life on board a cruise ship is geared towards two things. Providing and maintaining as festive an atmosphere as is possible and extorting from the unwary passenger every last dollar he or she so foolishly brought aboard. You imagine the night-clubs, bars, spas, room-service 24/7 are there purely for your on-board convenience? Think again. These ships are one enormous floating alcoholic haze, beers and spirits all marked-up to Hell and back. By the time your girlfriend is on her third Vodka Cruiser you could have bought a half bottle of decent bourbon at your local liquor store. We all had something way better though – girls! Even by the time the eight of us had returned to 724, Jerry especially was looking a bit needful. Admittedly, our suite was a hellish tease – just three guys and five girls. And didn’t they just all know their drawing power? First things first though. Well clear of the Heads now, the lights of Sydney just a glow on the fading rear horizon, it was time for dinner in the Starlight Club lounge. Having by necessity to pre-book for the entire trip, four complete tables for our entourage alone, we decided our small group would road-test the “Kontiki” bar as an aperitif. The girls, all done up in nice dresses, high heels and make-up, looked anything but underage – we weren’t expecting too many ID checks. The sheer relaxation of being in unpressured surroundings and with no time constraints for once, was a rare luxury. Not long after we had seated ourselves at a darkened but rather cosy little nook down the far end of the cabin, with a round of old Jack and some Island Coolers for the girls, several of the others turned up, including Graeme, but without Chloe and Kirsten not surprisingly. With Hollywood’s best special-effects team, Kirsten could still look no more than twelve! Hot as my three appeared (and I hadn’t missed Jerry’s on-going glances at Jenna’s low cut dress) little Cathy’s turnout was to die for as she winged-in on Mal’s arm. A couple of months younger than Jenna, she was still fifteen, not that you would have known in that evening dress she had on. Shining dark brown hair swept up at the back and with a beautiful little pendant around her neck that complimented two tiny emerald ear-studs. She was just beautiful. Not having indulged in much more than a passing “Hi” since all those months earlier at Warwick’s place, I aimed to do something about that and long before this cruise was finished. Larissa caught me looking at her and tugged my arm playfully. “Way too young for you,” she teased. She had to be kidding! Not that Larissa herself was anything but desire incarnate. Clingy black evening dress, split up the left hand side and though showing enough to tease, was marginally insufficient to get arrested for. I squeezed her hand and leaning forwards kissed her softly. George…ever George, just smiled at me. We were on to our third round of drinks when a steward from the Club Restaurant notified us that our dinner booking was ready. I had to pry Jerry loose from Jenna’s arm. What’s wrong with that guy? He’s turning into a real lap-dog so far as my daughter is concerned! I won’t bore the reader with details of our gastronomic endeavors that night. Suffice to say, the food was exquisite and the dance floor one hell of an aphrodisiac. Ingesting the different perfumes of pretty much a dozen hot and sexy little girls as they allowed themselves to be held up close and personal, one hand tightly around their waist, had a longer-lasting effect than the bourbon let me tell you. I can’t speak for the other guys but as the night wore on I was finding it harder……..well lets just leave it at that shall we? – says it all. Saved the last dance for Kylie and in less time than it took to twirl her around just the once, the earlier caresses and soft words with all those other girls were but a memory. I loved and wanted her so much then, it was hurting me. She knew – I could see it in her eyes. Oddly, there is just one person on this planet, living of all places in Clemson South Carolina, and she knows who I mean, who understands what I am trying to tell you here. What Kylie and I share is beyond special…beyond defining. In another life we undoubtedly shared this same intense relationship only now it was her turn to be my daughter. Not caring whoever happened to be watching, I kissed her on the lips and simply whispered, “Later sweetheart.” On my way back to our suite, I had to check and see who it was on my arm. A beautiful little blonde poppet smiled up at me – Michelle…thank God it wasn’t Jerry or Brad! She couldn’t have chosen a better moment – I loved her too! I think it was our suite we entered – wasn’t of major importance at that stage. There was a bed…that’s all I needed. I pulled her down with me and she melted in my arms. I have no recollection of removing her dress but the next thing I knew she was lying beside me in just her panties and nothing else. Slipping my hand up between those incredibly warm thighs I felt her reaction as I caressed the front of her knickers with not a little urgency. She murmured something but I couldn’t tell what. I just had to kiss her all over. Starting with those wonderful lightly glossed lips I worked my way around to her neck which had her making all kinds of hot little sounds. Gasping softly as I kissed her breasts and now very erect nipples, I felt the softness of her flat tummy and turning her over quickly, tugged down her tiny little briefs. Spreading her legs gently, the gasps turned to whimpers and after that I was lost. It was only as I experienced the greatest of releases that I realized the other double bed was anything but empty. It was also anything but quiet. Though bathed in simply moonlight, the occupants and their deliberations were entirely visible. Jerry, Wayne and Graham were completely naked. They had Jenna, still with her evening dress on apparently, although pushed well up past her hips, kneeling on all fours between them. From what I could make out, Wayne was fondling her breasts right down her dress while wanking himself with his free hand. Jerry had a hold of her hips and was taking her hard from the rear with long deep strokes to judge by his own groans of pleasure. Jenna meanwhile was wriggling about in near-ecstasy and to my everlasting amazement, had a hold of Graham’s erection which she was taking into her mouth as he knelt there, sucking him like there was no tomorrow. The harder Jerry fucked her the greater her moans of pleasure and the deeper she seemed to be taking Graham into her mouth. “Oh God, Jenna,” Graham muttered as he quite obviously came in her mouth. Gripping a handful of her hair tightly, he made sure she had to swallow most every last drop. Jerry meanwhile had begun filling the furthest recesses of her young pussy as he clutched her hips and simply drove it into her. With her hot little ass as elevated as she could get it, she was making sure nothing distracted Jerry from his deliberations. I couldn’t see Wayne’s culminating performance but a sudden shocked “Ohhh” seemed to indicate he had jetted a whole lot of naughty stuff all over her somewhere. That dress was definitely going to be in need of some urgent dry-cleaning. I noticed too as she sat back on her heels, hands between her legs, that Wayne had managed to get both her breasts out which even now he was fondling and pulling playfully as they jutted free of her dress-top, while she sat there compliantly, seemingly unmoved to stop him. “You have the hottest little tits sweetheart,” he mumbled. Predictably, Jenna just giggled. Either totally oblivious to my presence or simply uncaring, the three of them were now in the process of pushing Jenna on to her back. “C’mon, lets strip her completely.” said Graham. I want to fuck her naked.” Having only to divest her of the dress and bra, it was the work of but a moment. Her little mock cry of shock as they got her bra off leaving her fully nude, was priceless. It was only then I glanced down at my side and discovered Michelle had obviously sustained a subtle degree of emotional overload and was curled up beside me sound asleep. Kissing her softly on the cheek, I slipped the covers up around her. Well Graham did say he wanted to fuck her naked and that’s precisely what he did. Dragged to the edge of the bed, where Jerry and Wayne held her legs as wide as they could get them, Graham wasn’t about to waste time with any unnecessary foreplay. Jenna gasped for real, as he pushed right up inside her pussy. It was too dark to make out any details, I can only assume how easy it would have been for him, given the quantity of Jerry’s cum that would have still been on-site. “You are such a hot little slut Jenna,” he remarked, “I so love doing this to you.” One couldn’t really debate the virtues of either statement at that point. His words carried no offense despite their literal meaning. I realized then how many years he must have been looking at her seated behind her desk in class, aware of her girlish tease and simply longing to get his hands inside her bra and panties, if not other things. How many teachers suffer this agony every day worldwide? As both Jerry and Wayne began rubbing her breasts as they jiggled in response to Graham’s hard thrusts, I could see Jenna was almost totally given over to the sensations she was experiencing. Audibly demanding he fuck her harder, she responded to Wayne’s asking her to “rub her own tits” by cupping them and squeezing them in apparently total ecstasy. The other two were left to wank themselves insensible. Graham had a hold of her legs himself and bent now at the knees, he had them spread so wide that had it been daytime, the view would have been wildly arousing let’s say. For my part, this was cruelty supreme. Not because I was watching my daughter getting pleasurably raped, but because more than anything else, I wanted to fuck her myself – preferably with her two other sisters alongside. I didn’t even stay for Wayne’s turn or whatever was to follow. Just as Graham jettisoned what must have been his secondary delivery of the night well up in-between her legs, Wayne was leaning across, asking her something. What that might be one can only surmise. Suffice to say though that as I got off the bed and began to make my way to the door, I saw Jenna easing her naked and abused body astride his lap, indicating the likelihood of his wanting to fuck her front-on as she knelt there like that. Goddammit. I so knew what that felt like too! I figured they had a whole lot more planned for her, individually and together, not to mention when Michelle woke up. Wondering where George, Larissa and my other two had ended up, I knocked on the door of the adjoining suite 722. Steve opened it and ushered me in, looking somewhat hastily up and down the corridor as he did so. A cursory glance around the cabin and I could see why! Pretty much identical a layout to our suite, there must have been fourteen or fifteen people packed in there. It wasn’t an origami class either. On the double bed nearest to the door was a sight that almost stripped my retinas bare. Feisty little Louise Archer was lying full length on a girl I couldn’t see but with her legs spread, to match those of the girl beneath her. Literally pussy to pussy, both were making the most of the volcanically hot contact between their legs. Triangular patches of light and dark curls forming the most delightfully arousing friction. Although obscured somewhat by Brad’s back, who was doing something to his daughter I just couldn’t see, the two older moms – Sue and Anne, though fully dressed, were not only rubbing the two younger girl’s pussies, they were fingering them to the hilt as they writhed in unfettered pleasure. The one beneath Louise, wriggling almost on heat so it appeared. At the point Anne slid her hand up beneath Sue’s skirt and most especially with her daughter Tanya perched on the corner of the bed watching her mom being fingered, one hand inside her own panties, I quite reasonably decided I’d probably knocked on the right door. Leaving the two younger girls to their own devices, Anne and Sue began to kiss. Sue returned the other woman’s up-skirt favor and within seconds, both were clearly masturbating the other. Tanya’s own efforts were given a boost moments later when Steve knelt down in front of the girl and pulling her hand free of her knickers, replaced it with his own. Tanya gave a yelp of surprise but made no effort to stop him. Her mom meanwhile was in the process of divesting Anne of her knickers and as one ragingly hot and trimmed little pussy was displayed for all to see, Tanya’s was playing host to Steve’s middle finger. Glancing at her daughter’s predicament momentarily, Sue nodded her approval. The shocks kept coming. On the adjoining bed was a sight that was simply too much, even for my warped need for gratuitous sexual stimulation. Pete’s seventeen year old son Michael, obviously keen to carry on the family tradition, was taking full advantage of the fact that his father was holding a struggling Kylie (in just her bra and panties evidently) on his lap with her arms pinioned behind her. Kneeling in front of her and responding to his dad’s instructions to “C’mon, fuck the little cunt,” he wasted no time in extricating his somewhat impressive erection. “Well get her panties off son,” Pete barked at him. “You’re gonna fuck her, not ask her to dance.” This brought on a fresh round of struggling as the boy pulled her knickers down, exposing what for him must have been quite some visual Utopia. Pete himself tugged her bra straps off her shoulders, which left her breasts completely open to his son’s gaze and bearing what quite obviously were as erect a pair of nipples as any seventeen year old boy could possibly hope to see. It spurred him on to greater daring, as he tentatively fondled first one then the other as the girl gasped and wriggled. It was at that stage, Kylie looked across and saw me watching her get intimately molested. “Oh Gosh dad,” she cried out at seeing me acknowledge her predicament. The poor boy leaped off the bed like a scalded cat trying in vain to cover his erection. “Its OK son,” I said, “Schools in for the night. You just do what you gotta do. Its cool” He looked at me stunned, as did his Father I imagine. “A..are you sure its alright?” he asked plaintively, renegotiating the coverlet gingerly. “Well son,” I added, “Given your dad’s behaviour the other week with this rather wayward little girl, I kinda figure she’s not gonna mind too much. Just treat her gentle, OK?” “Dad!! “ She cried out in total fake hurt. Those wonderfully sexy little eyes were smiling though. “God, Am I going to fuck her senseless later tonight,” I thought to myself. Watching her being penetrated by a seventeen year old boy was just about the hottest thing I have ever seen. He didn’t have much of a clue as to how to progress…..and that just rendered it hotter still. Having no trouble spreading her vaginal lips and pushing up inside her, he seemed embarrassed having to pump her with an audience on hand (well, especially the girl’s father!) His escalating pleasure however got him well and truly over the line. Watching as she lay back on Pete spreading her legs wide, allowing him better access, was doing things to me. Just then something else happening behind me did a whole lot more. Supposing both or all participating girls had cum, Brad had wandered off and the tableau began to break up. Steve had Tanya face down on the floor the far side of the bed and from the looks of it was raping her silly. As I saw Louise disentangling herself from her hot partner they indulged in one last passionate kiss and I saw who it was. Natalie! At almost the same instant she saw me. “Oh my God dad,” she said, “How long have you been here?” “Long enough to discover that you like other girls sweetheart,” I replied, “Not just your sisters, but hey, that’s great honey, nothing to be embarrassed about.” Before we were able to engage in further conversation, George appeared beside me. As Natalie desperately tried to cover her nakedness he took her hand. “You needn’t be embarrassed Natalie,” he said, “You are just so beautiful.” He then kissed her and got himself on the bed right alongside her. He looked up at me. “With my full blessing my friend,” I told him. I meant every word. Natalie wanted him. I was never surer about anything in my life. She helped him off with his shirt then lay back and allowed him to kiss her passionately. As he lowered his lips to her nipples she let out a little gasp of pleasure and I saw her legs widen instinctively as his lips touched her skin just beneath her breasts then down towards her flat and still girlish abdomen. At the point his fingers began to caress her intimately between her legs, she was his for as long as he wanted her. I didn’t fancy anyone else’s chances with my eldest daughter that night at least…..of either sex. A series of “Ohhhhs” interrupted my reverie. Turning back to the other bed it was clear Michael had just unleashed most every seed he possessed, deep inside Kylie’s pussy. He was finding it hard to come to grips with the fact that the act was complete. He definitely wanted more. His father was like-minded however and without so much as an “Excuse me Ma’am .. but may I?” he flipped her around on his lap which presented Michael with as hot a young female ass as I imagine he had ever seen…or felt up! He began immediately to address the latter shortcoming. Pete meanwhile had his dick at the ready and with Kylie now straddling his lap, was able to slip it well up inside her with maybe not too much finesse, but plenty of zest. As he began to really penetrate her in earnest the whimpers started, becoming fully-fledged moans as he began additionally to nuzzle her breasts as they jiggled but inches from his face. Michael had both hands on her bottom feeling the soft curves all the way to her hips. Moving in closer, they had Kylie sandwiched in between them and at his father’s urging to “rub her tits son,” the boy reached up and began playing with her breasts and nipples, his own cock, fully erect once more, now pressed-up against her lower back. Kylie glanced across and seeing me watching as Pete gave her youthful pussy the treatment she so craved, she just smiled that insufferably sexy little smile of hers. I had to see out the final last act, and as Pete pistoned in to her that last few times, completely adrift from reality now, I could feel his desire and his rampant lust as he spurted his entire consignment of hot sperm deep inside her. For just a moment afterwards, his cock still holed-up in the depths, he stared at her. “You fuck like an angel sweetheart,” I heard him mutter. Now, ain’t that the truth! The sounds of girls experiencing varying degrees of lustful pleasure were in evidence all over the cabin. On the nearby single bed, pretty little Cathy was kneeling between Connor and Sandy. Still in her tight evening dress, she was lying back, eyes closed, against Connor as with both hands down the front of her dress, he was manipulating, much to their joint pleasure I’d estimate, her small but rampantly sexy little breasts. Sandy was making herself equally at home. With the girls knees spread wide, her dress pushed up, and her panties long since history, she had her head well up between Cathy’s thighs and appeared to be licking the young girl’s pussy with a rare passion. For her part, Cathy was thrusting her hips up to meet the older girl’s tongue and was making the hottest little noises as a huge orgasm overtook her while I watched. Giving her little respite, they then undressed her completely and even as I watched, manoeuvered her around until she was lying face down on the very edge of the bed, legs over the side. Naked from the waist down, Sandy positioned herself so that she was kneeling, legs wide apart, not inches from Cathy’s face, while Connor got down on the floor behind the girl and holding her around the hips, took less than ten seconds to locate the entry he sought, between the girls legs. Whether she had been fucked already that night I couldn’t say, but judging by the ease with which he got it in her – I’d say she probably had! Certainly aware of what was expected of her, she wasted no time in lapping at Sandy’s awesomely exposed pussy while Connor took his own sweet time in setting up a rhythm deep within the young girl’s vagina. The three of them were contributing mightily to the overall sounds of contentment reverberating around the cabin. I hadn’t even realized till then, I had my own erection out and was stroking myself without shame. No sooner had Connor completed his tour of duty by spurting what appeared to be a near uterus-filling amount of cum up inside the little brunette, when who should appear bedside but her father. Fully admiring his daughter’s servicing of the older girl, and the stark cries of ecstasy her young tongue was eliciting, Mal swiftly took Connor’s place and grabbing a hold of his cute daughter’s highly visible rear end, he pulled his own cock free and drove it deep between her legs. Giving a little yelp of surprise at his enthusiastic penetration, she turned her head and saw just who it was fucking her so pleasurably. “Dad! “ she cried out. “You shouldn’t be doing that!” So saying, she wriggled her cute fifteen-year old ass in his face for his specific benefit and ensuring of course, that he continued with the assault. “Fuck her hard,” encouraged Connor, seemingly unsure whether to watch Cathy’s incestuous rape or his partner’s approaching orgasm courtesy of this hot little girl’s tongue. From my perspective, I was able to watch both with unrestricted ease. Towards the far left hand side of the cabin, there was more frenetic activity being perpetrated on the double bunk. Two girls entwined on the top – one of them being Caitlin I think. Couldn’t see who the other was. Either way, they had their hands all over each other and were kissing furiously. Caitlin was down to her undies, the other girl looked like she was still dressed. Not for long, I was thinking. It was the contents of the lower bunk that fuelled my interest. If there is one thing I find highly arousing, it’s a girl being fucked silly in just her high heels. (I had plans for Kylie along those lines, if the truth be known) Shame it had to have been Larissa though. Whether Brad (for such was the identity of her partner) had taken everything off but those…or had made her put them on later, I couldn’t tell. Nevertheless, to see her lying there completely naked on her back, her arms above her head holding on to the metal frame, her legs draped wantonly across his shoulders while Brad fucked her in the ultimate missionary position – was both arousing in the extreme and somewhat sad (for me) in its reality. Bravely I smiled down at her when she finally saw me. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel bad or demeaned in any way. I even heard myself uttering the hypocritical words, “Its cool Larissa, I’m OK with this now – just enjoy yourself sweetheart.” But damn it, did she have to enjoy it that much? Brad was hot. Driving into her with such force I was wondering just how sturdy that bunk really was. At the point she reached flame-out, Larissa was crying out for him to fuck her even harder and had her legs splayed to such an extent, the heels of her shoes were scraping his shoulders. Probably unaware even that she was rubbing and pulling her own breasts in ecstasy, she just arched herself ever higher as he finally came in her with creditable momentum. He must have been pumping it into her for ten seconds or more. Figuring it might lessen my own annoyance, I knelt down beside her as Brad withdrew and kissed her deeply. Interesting I thought, that throughout the entire coupling I had just witnessed, Brad hadn’t kissed her once. She smiled at me like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, and taking my hands, held them to her breasts. I think I kicked Brad clean off the bunk! For the remainder of the night there is but one interlude I want to mention. There were many of course, each uniquely arousing and sexy in their own way and not just that night or even just that room obviously. Others I will detail perhaps in the next episode. By 11 p.m. everyone was nearing collapse. As always, the girls seemed to be holding out best. We all decided to call it a night and thus locating Kylie and Natalie from beneath variously interested partners (of both sexes) I had them dress sufficiently to cover the short distance back to our own cabin without being locked-up in the brig overnight on charges of indecent exposure. On entering our own cabin with George and Larissa, Jerry and Michelle were sound asleep in one of the double beds, Wayne was in the bathroom getting dressed while Jenna, believe it or not was still fully naked, down on her forearms on the far edge of the quilt, her bum well up, letting Graham fuck her as hard as he knew how. Those classroom fantasies really were taking a while to play out! I could but wonder just what they had all been doing to her, in the time we were next door. I wasn’t expecting a verbal run-down let’s say! With the lights now on, the amount of cum all over her face, hair….and rear end in particular, suggested it had been an “interesting” session to say the least. “OK, that’s it for the evening Jenna,” I told her, as Graham appeared to finalise his one last shot for glory. Rather than disturb the other two, George and Larissa took a bunk each. After Wayne and Graham had taken their leave (and neither I noticed were walking that well) I sent Jenna in to have a shower and get herself cleaned up. In the mood she was, I made sure none of us went in there with her either. After she emerged a short time later, the hours of abuse had caught up with her and collapsing on to her little trundle bed, she was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Natalie I sent on in to have a shower ahead of us. Those particular staterooms each had the most magnificent private balconies which yielded up a one-eighty degree view starboard. Fold-out lounges and deckchairs meant one could relax for hours while watching whatever was out there to be watched. The passing ocean, approaching or receding coastlines – even a pack of sharks eating some hapless passenger-overboard. It was remarkably peaceful that night as I took Kylie out there through the sliding glass doors. I stood with her, my arms around her shoulders, just looking up at the bank of twinkling stars – the hum of the great diesel motors about the only other sound of the night. Still very warm, the peace and tranquility of the passing ocean was mildly intoxicating. I heard Natalie call out “Goodnight Dad!” and turning around called out to her through the open door, “Be in with you in a few minutes sweetie.” I was so looking forward to sleeping with her. “Isn’t it just beautiful dad?’ whispered Kylie hugging me to her. Indeed it was. Freed of metropolitan air pollution, the stars winked with a clarity they cannot achieve in suburbia. The moon had never seemed to well delineated or so magnetic. Far above us, the lights of a plane were the only man-made intrusion into a vista of unparalleled magnificence. I sat down on the fold-out and drew Kylie down on to my lap. Outlined in virginal moonlight, her profile was one of indescribable beauty. Her youth accentuated, her warmth a constant reminder of the little girl I had held and loved since birth. As she turned her face to me, I kissed her and somehow it wasn’t like other kisses. In that second, I lost my fear of something…What? I don’t know. The fear of growing old? The fear that I would one day lose my daughters? The fear of being alone? Fear that I couldn’t prevent time from taking its toll on every facet of my life. Whatever….that kiss banished any and all negativity that had ever been in my life. “I love you so much Kylie,” I whispered – a totally inadequate statement given what I was then feeling. She flicked a lock of hair out of eyes - a gesture that made me shiver with its simplistic innocence. I desired her more than anything I could explain. “I know dad,” she whispered and nuzzling my neck, brought my entire nervous system to a state of anarchy. My arms encircled her waist and as I brought them higher, feeling the soft curve of the underside of her breasts, I felt her tense….not through trepidation, but through a realisation of what she knew I needed…what we both needed. Kissing her neck softly, she let out an involuntary moan…the softest of sounds, but on a night like that, a moan that was carried on the wind and which magnified somehow, both her innocence and her youth. Slipping one hand up beneath the hem of her dress I felt her sudden intake of breath. I also made the fortuitous discovery that she had not replaced her panties for the trip to our cabin. Reaching higher, my fingers located the ultimate heat-source. Breathing as heavily as me, she spread her legs slightly and as my fingers slipped inside, I felt cum flooding out between my fingers and trickling now down her thighs. Far from having negative feelings about this, I found it highly arousing to imagine what had eventuated recently to cause such a seminal build-up. Penetrating her now to quite some depth, Kylie was wriggling and desperate to be kissed passionately. We were long past the final exit…..only the end of the runway now! Unzipping the dress at the back, she stood up briefly and slipping the straps off her shoulders, let it fall to the ground. She had nothing on beneath it. I had her straddle me on the long chair and with my own erection just this side of seething insanity I allowed her to guide it deep inside her. I didn’t want to spoil the moment by moving……by doing anything Just taking in her moonlit silhouette as she sat on me, proud breasts needing simply to be sucked and loved, hips to be caressed and her beautiful hair as it swayed enticingly around her shoulders. She had always been mine as I have always been hers. I wanted to cry, I wanted the moment to never end. So careful was I with that first gentle thrust up into her. She had her hands on my shoulders and was willing me on. I took her gently and despite my need to possess her physically, spiritually, emotionally…I wanted her to feel everything I was doing to her and to remember that moment for all her life – as would I. I wondered if Natalie was watching. I knew that even if she was – she would understand and say nothing to me about it. I would share with her too, the most special of moments later that night. Gradually, an urgency came to both of us. An urgency that despite the emotional content, has to be addressed the only way it can. My rate of penetration deepened, my grip on her waist noticeably tightened. There was in evidence much moaning – how much of it was mine, I have no idea. “Oh dad,” was all she said as I reached a level of deep vaginal therapy that I had never managed previously. “I want you to cum in me dad” she pleaded, sounding quite unlike she ever had. Never had she even said that to me before. I was determined right then to use her beautiful repository in such a way that no-one ever had or ever will again. It was accomplished almost in silence. I felt the sudden irreversible build-up as did she. Somehow she had orchestrated her own orgasm simultaneously with my own. Kissing her at the critical moment, never had any transfer been so acutely pleasurable or deep-seated. For a moment I could feel the inside of her vagina pulsing with readiness and drawing out of me everything I had to give her. My love for her at that very moment was incomprehensibly deep and meaningful. Kissing wasn’t enough, though our lips were together a full five minutes I would estimate. As the last straggler hiked its way up to her Fallopian tubes, she smiled at me and we spoke not a word. I kissed her breasts, her face, her arms, even her wrists – a very erotic area if there is any shared awareness. “Would you understand what I meant if I said I wished I could have married you Kylie?” I whispered to her. “Of course I do,” she replied. “In my heart you already have dad,” she added softly, hugging me so close. 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Mimi was sixteen years old. A sophomore, cute as a button, and like many of her peers at St Patrick’s High in Halifax, a daily reminder for most every male teacher in the school, that their best years have sadly passed now into ancient history. It wasn’t that she tried to be sexy in any way, just that she had no idea how not to be. Standing barely five-four in bare feet, her slim body and still developing breasts proclaimed her youth. Blonde hair cascaded way past her shoulders and framed an alert little face that required but the least make-up to highlight her pretty features. You couldn’t say she was innocence personified however, despite what the visuals would suggest. Nothing serious though – just that she had a penchant (like so many other girls her age) to read naughty stories on the internet. Probably nothing wrong with that when you think about it – it’s a worldwide pastime – especially for curious little schoolgirls! Of late she had been reading avidly. One particular author had attracted her attention the last few months by virtue of the fact that many of his stories involved teenage girls graphically mis-behaving – either by intent or unplanned circumstance. Either way, her parents would have been shocked senseless had they known just what road their daughter’s fingers had travelled in recent times. In a moment of self-assertive bravado, she had even emailed the author telling him how she had enjoyed his tales of erotic fantasy if not aggravated sexual dysfunctionality. Imagining herself in the fictional girls’ dilemma, was usually sufficient to precipitate a really good night’s sleep! Upon receiving a reply from the author however, she was not too sure how to react. That his words flattered her, as regards a photograph she had sent of herself, was not in doubt but she harbored still a vague and wholly understandable concern that she was corresponding with a man more than three times her own age. It aroused her as much as it provoked her insecurity. It was a week later that she first “saw” the man. Sitting at her desk while the teacher was droning on about the American Civil War, her vision wandered to the nearby window and the sports oval across the way from the science labs. A man was standing there almost alongside the track. Too far for her to take-in specific detail, it seemed to Mimi that he was looking towards the main classroom block. He was wearing what at that distance, appeared to be a full length coat and holding some sort of brief-case in his right hand. She could not determine any of the man’s facial features but adjudged his age to be at least in his late forties to early fifties. For no reason that she could nominate, there was a comforting familiarity about his aspect. “Is there something more interesting outside than in here Mimi?” the teacher was calling out to her, bemused by the student’s obvious inattention. “No Mr. Cramer….sorry,” she replied meekly. When next she glanced outside, the figure was gone. She was still recalling the image of the man standing there, even as the school bus wound its way north on Dubrack street. Alighting at her stop near Knightsbridge Drive she half expected to see him waiting for her and was almost disappointed when she reached her home in Trailwood Place a few minutes later. “You seem very distracted Mimi?” her mother said after she had ambled inside and walked around the kitchen a couple of times, “Is everything Ok at school?” “No, I’m fine mom,” the girl replied. “Think I’ll go upstairs and make a start on my homework.” “Well something must be wrong then,” she smiled at her daughter. “When was the last time you did that without being coerced?” The girl shook her head and headed off to her room. Not ten minutes into her ancient history assignment and she realized her concentration lay elsewhere. Her bookmarked websites were after all but a click away! Locating that which she desired, she stared at the screen. A “new story” had been posted. It concerned the plight of a young female hitchhiker who having thumbed the totally wrong vehicle that evening, was now paying the price for her lack of caution, just a short distance away from the deserted highway. The girl’s humiliation at the hands of the two men was graphically described and although played-out under circumstances clearly abhorrent to any female in the real world, it had the effect on Mimi of escalating arousal. At the point the victim found herself restrained in the dust with nothing left but her skimpy panties for modesty, Mimi’s hand was well up beneath her dress following a (now) very familiar scenario. “What would it feel like?” she wondered silently. Shortly afterwards, following the enervating warmth that was now engulfing her lower body, she stretched out on the bed, hugging a pillow for added comfort. At least three boys from school she knew wanted to go out with her, but she needed something emotionally that she recognized instinctively a teenage boy could never give her. It was so hard being sixteen! The next few days passed uneventfully. It was the following Saturday morning and being a warm summer day, Mimi had opted to take a stroll in Tremont Park, a green and altogether charming little oasis that at its extreme south-west corner, shared a common boundary with her own house. Towards the center of the park a small pond was home to a family of ducks and ducklings. It was to this spot that the girl was making her way slowly, having at that moment nothing of any consequence occupying her mind. Sitting thus on the low brick wall that skirted the pond, she gazed into the distance. A few families with young children were taking advantage of the warm weather enjoying a picnic lunch. Three teenage boys were playing frisbee-golf the far side of the pond where the grass stretched almost towards the northern boundary of the park. Older couples walked arm in arm along the neat pathways - but it wasn’t these things suddenly held her attention. Far to her right near the small grove of trees, stood a shadowy figure - one that she instantly recognized. Wearing still that full length coat and carrying the same brief-case, he was yet too distant for her to make out any physical details. Even as she squinted in his direction, her hand over her eyes shielding the sun’s glare, a young mother pushing her stroller, temporarily obscured her view. An instant later when she had passed, the man was gone. Mimi leaped-up from the wall and walked briskly towards the trees where she had seen him – surely she had seen him? No trace of the man was to be found and she covered the entire area. She could not understand how he could have walked in any direction without her seeing him. All she knew with total conviction is that he had been looking at her and that he meant her no harm. Walking home, she felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment and worse, it was nothing she could ever talk about to anyone – her sanity would forever be in doubt! Keeping noticeably quiet that night, she excused herself from watching a movie with the family, on the grounds of having a truck-load of study to catch-up on, with end-of-term exams looming. More than once she glanced out of her bedroom window, on the off-chance the man was again keeping watch – maybe from within the confines of their large garden this time. “Am I completely crazy after all?” she pondered. She was no nearer an answer to that question when she fell asleep an hour or so later. ** The following school day was memorable for its strangeness. Her desk was not as she had left it, way nearer the window and with several text books stacked up inside she could not recall ever reading. Mr. Cramer even looked different with a broader smile than she was accustomed to seeing and somehow with more hair. She wondered if he had invested in a cheap toupee. She saw the man twice more – once in the distance near the playing field again and later in the afternoon in the corridor right by the sports lockers. As before, whenever she approached, he simply disappeared. She decided that the only way to handle the situation was to do nothing whatsoever and allow him to make the next move…if indeed there was ever to be a next move! The bus seemed to navigate Dubrack Street at breakneck speed that afternoon and alighting at her stop she looked back at the row of seats stretching towards the rear. Not a school-kid could be seen. Letting herself in the back door, she walked straight to the kitchen. To her great surprise both her mom and dad were seated at the table drinking freshly brewed coffee. “Go upstairs sweetheart,” her father smiled at her, “He’s waiting for you.” Her mother looked up from the cup she was holding. “Hurry along Mimi, he’s come such a long way to see you.” Placing her backpack on the kitchen table she made her way to the staircase. The day had been weird enough already, what was one more little eccentricity? Pushing open her bedroom door, she could see the man standing near her work desk. His briefcase was on the far chair. He smiled at her. “Hello Mimi, we have an appointment I believe?” The girl stared uncomprehendingly, yet with a sense of expectancy. The man was quite obviously middle aged although something about him transcended any birth certificate. He was someone she could trust, maybe even love. It all just made no sense. As he discarded his outer coat she was able to study him for the first time. Of average height and solid build, he wore clothes that none might call fashionable though on him they looked right. Clean shaven with thinning hair that seemed somehow so totally unimportant, he looked at her through kindly hazel-colored eyes that put her completely at ease. He was generations of knowledge and understanding and he had come for her as deep-down she had always known he would. Holding his arms out to her, she was never going to resist her fate. Far taller than Mimi, his arms encircled her waist as he drew her to him. His kiss was both gentle and passionate. For some reason she felt like crying but instead just looked up at him, her lips trembling noticeably, yet eager for more prolonged contact. The man smiled as with his right hand he caressed her neck and shoulders, the sensation of his hand running through her hair both soothing and ultimately arousing. She felt the blush rising in her cheeks but was powerless to halt proceedings even had she wanted to. Fully aware that her breasts must be prominently displayed in the top she was wearing, she was curiously lacking any degree of embarrassment, but rather wanting him to see and admire her feminine birthright. Her eyes were now closed as the man kissed her deeper. But for his arms around her, she may not have been able to remain overly steady on her feet. The hand that had been caressing the nape of her neck was charting a new course and having descended past her waist, was now lightly brushing against the curve of her bottom. As she felt the man’s hand smoothing across both rear cheeks she gave a small gasp, no male previously having ever attempted to feel her up in quite so forward a manner. It felt deliciously sexy. “Would you like to sit on the bed Mimi?” the man asked, breaking off from the kiss. Right at that moment she would have done anything he had asked. Seating herself demurely on the edge of the bed, her nervous system was on red-alert. Whatever he was going to do with her or to her would be an experience to treasure – of that she was certain. She was still looking up at him standing in front of her when he lowered both hands, gently cupping either breast as she sat there. She found it hard to sit still, staring down her own cleavage as the hands began to squeeze their chosen prey almost with a deliberate reverence. “Do you mind me doing this Mimi?” he asked. She shook her head slowly, trying to come to grips with what he was doing to her and why she could muster no resistance. The truth is she had to admit, she wanted his touch, his intimacy, his whole being. She watched submissively as he slipped his hands inside her bra, beginning to caress her breasts and nipples openly. Again she gave a small sigh, bringing up her own hands that she held atop his, in the manner almost of a protective mother. The man crouched down suddenly, indicating that she should lie backwards on the bed. She did so, aware now that he was slipping her shoes off and his hands beginning now to gently manipulate her feet. Nothing had ever pleasured her like this and as he progressed to her ankles and calves she felt an overwhelming desire to part her legs, quite dismissive of the fact he would at that angle have been then privy to a wholly indecent view up between her thighs. As it happened, the man already was able to see the girl’s pink cotton panties, limited though the view was by virtue of her tight fitting skirt. Increasingly aroused, she gave a yelp of surprise as the man began to take the ultimate liberty – pushing the hem of her short skirt higher. Part of her wanted to sit up and stop him, another part was wishing he would undress her totally. What did get a reaction was his hand intruding on her vaginal airspace. At the point she felt his fingers stroking the front of her panties she cried out, “Please - not there, I’m still a virgin…..” Pulling her back up to a sitting position the man held her hands. “The prettiest I ever saw too,” he whispered. He was then silent for a moment. “If you would like me to go Mimi, I will. It is entirely what you want, not what I want.” She hadn’t thought of her reaction in terms of the man actually leaving…it was the last thing she wanted. Lying back down, she then shocked herself by taking hold of the hem of her skirt and tugging and wriggling the material up almost to her waist, completely exposing her panties in the process. She was due for a further dismantling of her emotions when the man leaned forward and kissed her flush on her concealed ingress. The shock waves made her wriggle but she found herself so wanting him to do it again. By the third or fourth kiss, one might detect that she was actually arching her hips upwards to facilitate contact with his lips. She had totally given herself over to this new sensation, when the man began to trace, with his finger, those moist vaginal lips themselves - through her panties – for their entire length. She was finding it impossible to lie still as he rubbed her intimately, the pressure on her clitoris now fully overwhelming. “Allow me to make a few adjustments here,” the man murmured. The cessation of friction between her legs momentarily, caused the girl to sigh in disappointment but this was replaced by sheer surprise as he maneuvered her on to her tummy whereupon she could feel him unzipping her crumpled skirt which despite some token protest, found itself shortly a new home the far side of the bed. When at his instigation, her top also yielded up its protective mantle, leaving the girl clad simply in her bra and panties, the vulnerability of her situation became crystal-clear. “You are so beautiful Mimi,” she thought she heard him say. Right then, all she was concentrating on was the hand sliding over her curvy little bottom and its partner-in-crime inching its way beneath her arms to fondle her breasts simultaneously. Brushing the hair away from her face, she watched his progress, letting out an unforced “ohh” as the hand slipped inside either bra cup to manipulate and tease her rapidly hardening nipples. Never had she imagined anything could have aroused her to this extent. Breathing heavily she simply lay there, allowing the man to caress at will, the most intimate areas of her young body. She looked down fascinated as he worked her breasts free of their padded restraints, leaving them fully exposed now on the coverlet itself. She felt him pulling her panties down slowly but far from resisting, began wriggling her bottom provocatively in the knowledge of how this must appear at close-range to her abuser-come-lately. His hand now sliding across her naked butt was arousing her unbearably and she had no hesitation when it came to spreading her legs teasingly, replete in the knowledge that he could now see clearly that which he had up to this moment, only felt. Her whole body jerked involuntarily as the man’s fingers intruded gently between the moist folds. Trespassing where none had ever had the opportunity to enter, moisture seeped out from the girl’s now fully-displayed slit, lubricating the invaders. As his index finger slipped inside her she could not prevent an audible cry from escaping her lips. This was nothing close to what she had ever imagined, being so much more intense. At the point the man located her clitoral nub she found herself gripping the bed covers, her hips unable to remain passive bystanders. Teasing then that girlish attribute, she could see plainly the effect it was having on her nipples alone – both having become so erect it made her gasp. As the girl’s respiratory rate increased two-fold, the man began to increase the pressure, his finger now a veritable buzz-saw. “Come for me Mimi, don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered. Unaware of the extent to which her legs had parted the last few minutes, all she knew was that she would probably lose consciousness if this feeling kept up. She was spared from any such eventuality not a minute later however, when her entire lower body was engulfed by an orgasmic release of hitherto un-experienced grandeur. As waves of pleasured finality radiated outwards she could feel even her nipples tingling from the fallout. Fully subconsciously, she reached down between her legs and cupped her somewhat wet pussy protectively now that the inbound fingers had retreated to neutral territory. She was aware of the man alongside her, idly caressing her bare bottom as she gradually recovered her senses. She wasn’t expecting quite what followed. Two strong hands gripped her around the waist and were hauling her up to a kneeling position. “What are you doing?” she asked tremulously, suddenly made re-aware of her total nudity and absolute vulnerability. “Something you have thought about for a long time Mimi,” he replied. “Something all school-girls want answered from their early teen years. I am going to show you exactly what it feels like to have a man make love to you.” What should by rights have instigated blind panic in the girl caused merely a hot flush of expectancy. “You mean you’re going to fuck me?” she whispered. “No sweetheart,” he replied “I want to make love to you. Same physical meaning but they are poles apart emotionally. One is quickly over, the other will stay with you all your life. “But….I’m still…” “A virgin? Yes, I know that Mimi,” he interjected “It’s my point exactly! In a perfect world, one does not “fuck” virgins, one loves them for the beautiful creations that they are. Making love to a girl in all its purity, actually preserves that wonderment and respect. The act itself, far from taking something away – bequeaths both admiration and recognition of their birthright. Sixteen is a beautiful age – one when you suddenly find yourself a mere footstep away from the bridge linking you to your own sexual destiny. Nevertheless Mimi this has to be your decision when all is said and done. Any doubts and I want you to get dressed right now sweetheart.” She knew of course - her mind was already made up. It had been when she closed her bedroom door behind her. Hardly in need of further arousal, she nevertheless gasped in surprise when the man once again began fingering her vaginal orifice. She would have been surprised though, could she have seen the extent to which she thrust her shapely rear cheeks skywards to facilitate his access. She was also guilty of several pleasured sighs when his other hand reached around beneath her and began groping gently her taut young breasts as they jutted out proudly from her slim chest. Nothing however quite prepared her for the first intrusion of the man’s erection into that well-guarded vaginal domain. Gasps turned to audible cries of discomfort as he took his time to penetrate that un-travelled pathway. Holding her tightly around the hips and aligning himself such that she might feel the least pain, the man entered her with unforced deliberation. Just the one cry and he was fully inside. Mimi’s body was in turmoil. The pain of her departing hymen was being rapidly offset by escalating sensations of incalculable pleasure as the man penetrated her. She felt “filled” to the brim, yet in need of even further perpetrated indecencies. Quite incredibly she was wanting him to suckle her breasts inexplicably and in fact began to knead them herself even as he continued to slide deep inside her. Functioning quite on automated reflex she found herself pushing backwards with her bottom, trying to synchronize with his thrusting movements. Any observer might have noted the tiny beads of sweat forming on her hips and forehead. Her long blonde hair swirled around her face as the man’s rhythm brought her to a new plateau of enjoyment. Completely absorbed with what he was doing, she cried out for him shamelessly to come inside her. Fully submissive now, she never wanted this pleasure to end. At the point it did however - at the precise moment he began spraying her vaginal walls internally - she collapsed face-forward on to the covers, fully expended. Turning over on to her back she retrieved the nearest pillow for some much needed security, holding it strategically lengthways atop her. “Who are you?” she asked earnestly. “You know who I am,” came the reply, “You always knew!” Even as he spoke, the outlines of the man wavered around the edges and in less than three seconds she was alone. “Please don’t go,” she begged. Holding her arms out forlornly to nothing now but a recent memory, she began to cry. Her whole body in fact was shaking! . ** “Mimi,” her mother cried anxiously, still pulling her daughter’s arm as she slowly opened her eyes. “What’s the matter darling? You’ve been crying in your sleep and you have to get ready for school in just over twenty minutes!” ** © Peter_Pan 2009 “ The Best of Peter_Pan ” (Lulu Publishing Inc: Morrisville: NC) www.lulu.com/content/679070

When I got back to my Boarding school in the late afternoon the rest of my dorm couldn’t wait to get my report on losing my virginity. Questions, questions, questions . . . What did it feel like? (Fantastic), Did it hurt? (Not one bit. But my hymen must have already been broken), Did he cum inside you? (No, he was very gentle and careful). The session must have gone on for an hour or more and I was more than happy to answer their questions because I was still on a real high. Yet, something was niggling away me. I couldn’t put my finger on it immediately. I told myself it was probably nothing and with the end of term (and the end of my time at St Winifred’s) happening in two days time I would just need to concentrate on making sure I got all my things together before my mum turned up to take me home. But, I was definitely unsettled about something! The final day of term was mighty hectic. A lot of tears and taking of phone numbers, addresses, future education plans, ‘I’m sure going to miss you ladies. It’s been a real gas. We’ve had some fabulous times together and I just hope we’ll bump into each other sometime in the future,’ I said. And then it hit me! That’s what it was - Paul. I had really been missing him since our liaison and, stupidly I didn’t even know what his surname was! Later that day I would be even further away from him when I got home. I’d treated him pretty badly in order to lose my virginity. Why did I feel like this toward him when, frankly, I barely knew him. I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I had begun to fall in love with him. Damn! Too late now I guess but it made me very sad. The long summer holidays where spent with my parents. My brother was also there but he’d brought home his girlfriend, Annie, so he didn’t need my ‘hands on’ help any more. I was a bit depressed for weeks and as my forthcoming departure to London and my drama course loomed I cheered up a bit. But, Paul, kept popping into my mind. I intended to throw myself into my courses and it worked. I got lots and lots of very positive feedback. Towards the end of the first year a near-by Film Studio was recruiting lots of pretty girl actors to feature in a comedy film centred around a Girl’s School and I, luckily, got a part in it. It wasn’t a very big part but I did have one line to utter. All of us girls were dressed in school uniform consisting of a gymslip, white shirt and tie, black stockings and suspenders and navy blue school knickers. I’d only just put my St. Winifred’s uniform away and here I was back in school uniform again! The experience of being in a film, seeing how it was all put together was fascinating. And we all, by and large, had great fun together. I say ‘by and large’ because the one drawback was how some members of the crew, the extras and young actors, were rather obsessed with trying to look up our gymslips to see our knickers, fondling our backsides, trying to tweak our breasts and lots of other irritating habits too. As a group we used to try and exact our revenge by openly displaying our knickers whenever we got a chance. ‘Accidentally’ (on purpose) catching the back of your gymslip in your knickers when you’d been to the toilet used to make them gawp until someone informed us of our dress malfunction. When we where languishing around between scenes we used to put our feet up letting our gymslips slip to our waists so we were giving all and sundry another good view of our knicks. They didn’t particularly like that approach and we’d regularly overhear ‘prickteaser’ muttered under their breath. I think they used to get regularly told to keep away from us! This, my first film, took place during the summer when we would normally be on our holidays — but we got paid for it so we weren’t complaining. My drama course continued to go well and again I was often given praise for my work. At the end of the second year a lot of us were asked back for a second film in the same genre. Again, very enjoyable. And again back into ‘school uniform!’ for six weeks or so. Two lines to say this time too. At the end of this particular production a number of us decided to give a few of the men, who’d treated us courteously throughout the film making, a bit of a treat with a very sexy and exciting experience (I think Pru, one of the other girls, wrote about it on this website a little while ago). A lot of the time Paul still kept popping into my mind. ‘I wonder where he is now? What he’s up to? Has he got a girlfriend? etc, etc.’ I kept thinking. Again I tried to put such thoughts to one side. But we’d shared such an intimate experience together it didn’t seem right that I couldn’t see him or get in touch. The final year of my course was hard going. Lots of pieces to be performed. Shakespeare, in particular, Poems, to be recited. Examinations on stage craft, the list was endless but, I’m pleased to say, I popped out of the other end with an agent and an excellent result. My first role after the Academy was another film centred around a young, rather wild, young lady (me!) who was mentored by an old, dying soldier who showed her how to deal with life without causing ripples. Again, though I was in full school uniform right down to school knickers. After that, a stage play in London. A Murder Mystery written by a very well-known Thriller writer in which I played, guess what, a schoolgirl in full uniform. So, since I’d left ‘proper’ school I had appeared in school uniform in every bit of acting work I’d done so far. I sent an postcard to my Agent saying, ‘Dear Bennie. When are you going to get me out of these school knickers. RB.’ I wonder what the postman thought when he read that! Anyway, it did have a bit of an affect and gradually some more prominent roles started to come through. My reputation was growing and people often stopped me and asked for my autograph. Fame at last! Some ten years after I’d left school things were buzzing along nicely and I’d been asked, by my agent, if I’d be interested in taking on the role of Lady Macbeth in ‘the Scottish play’ at the RSC in Stratford. A meeting was arranged for me to discuss the role with the director of the play. This was to be on his ‘home turf’ in Stratford upon Avon. I was very excited by the proposition of a major part in a play with a prodigious theatre company. A room was booked for me at a large, very old hotel in the middle of the town. I arrived, on my own, in the late afternoon and waiting to book in I heard someone call out ‘Romy?’ I turned to see who had called and there was Paul!. ‘Paul!!’ I cried out, ‘Don’t you move! I’ll only be a moment.’ It didn’t take long to sort out my reservation which I completed whilst making sure Paul never moved from his spot! I turned towards him, threw my arms around him and gave him the most almighty hug and a huge kiss on his lips and gabbled, ‘Have I missed you? It’s just so brilliant to see you again. So what are you doing here?’ To which he replied, ‘Are you on your way anywhere? Am I interrupting anything?’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘Shall we go into the bar for a drink and chat? We’ve so much to catch up on.’ I turned to reception and said, ‘Could somebody take my case up to my room please.’ We went into the bar got a couple of drinks and let everything rip. ‘What are you doing here? (A conference for him; a meeting about a play for me of course), What are you doing these days? (He was working for a Petro-Chemical Company having achieved a First in Chemistry at Durham. Me you know about), and on and on it went. So much to talk about and, hopefully, plenty of time to do it in. Paul asked, ‘Have you eaten anything yet Romy?’ because it was now early evening. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Then let me buy you dinner. There’s a lovely little restaurant on Sheep Street which I reckon is very good. Fancy it?’ ‘Yes please,’ I replied. We both decided we needed a few minutes to freshen up and that we’d meet back in the lobby in 15 minutes. As I went upstairs to my room I just couldn’t believe that ‘of the the places . . .’ I’d met up with him after all the years. What were the odds? I was so thrilled I could hardly contain myself. Soon we were strolling through the streets of Stratford, arm in arm, to the restaurant. As Paul predicted the meal was outstanding and the company even better. It transpired, because I noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, that he wasn’t attached. Apparently, he’d been in a longish term relationship but his ‘girlfriend’ had taken up a post at Glasgow University so everything between them was just about dead he said. I told him a very similar story. I’d nearly got engaged about six months ago but realised that, Hugh, wasn’t what I was looking for nor him, me. We parted amicably enough. We set off back to the hotel and Paul invited me back to his room for a nightcap. ‘I’d like that, thank you.’ I replied, ‘But I think this calls for more of a celebration so I’ll order a bottle of champagne for us. What’s your room number, Paul?’ Paul told the receptionist and we climbed up to his room. I so was wonderfully relaxed now. As was Paul. There was a knock on the door and Room Service stepped into the room, removed the cork from the bottle of champagne, filled a glass each, put the bottle in the wine cooler and departed. ‘I still can’t believe this, Paul. I treated you so badly the last lime we met I really must apologise. I was selfish. I was so centred on losing my virginity that I just regarded you as a mere ‘fuck-mate’. I was horrible. And it was only after that that I realised that I had fallen in love with you and that I didn’t even know your surname; the road and house number you lived at; your telephone number. Anything!’ ‘Did you not realise that just as I’d taken your virginity so you’d taken mine. But I felt exactly the same as you. It was so frustrating. I didn’t realise for ages that you were the stunning young lady I saw on the cinema screen. And I have to say, Romy, you look even more stunning in real life. You’re beautiful. And yes, I came to exactly the same conclusion as you did, That I was in love with you.’ I went over to Paul who was sitting on the small settee in the suite he occupied, wrapped my arms around him and kissed and kissed him. ‘I missed you so much, Paul. I’m not letting you go this time though. So tough!!’ We both had a drink of our champagne and drank a little toast to each other that now we had become re-acquainted we would never lose touch with each other again. ‘Incidentally, Paul, do you remember you asked me for a keepsake when we parted all those years ago.’ ‘Your knickers. Yes?’ he replied, ‘Thank goodness I did because it was the only tangible thing I had to really remember you by. I didn’t have a clue where you were but I could snuggle up to your knickers and feel I had a connection, somehow, to you.’ ‘So have you still got them?’ I asked. ‘Certainly have,’ he replied, ‘I take them with me with them everywhere.’ ‘Really, that’s so sweet,’ I commented, ‘So. Hang on. Do you have them with you here?’ ‘Yes,’ he responded, ‘Do you want to see them?’ ‘Yes please,’ I asked. Paul got up from alongside me and went into his bedroom. And, sure enough, returned with my old school knickers. They still looked in pristine condition. Do you not wank into them all the time?’ ‘Not all the time, no. It just makes me think of you and I’d often just put them under my pillow so I could lay my hands on them and feel I was touching you,’ he told me. I was almost in tears, I was just so touched. ‘Don’t think they’ll fit me now,’ I said. ‘What do you mean? You’re still as beautifully shapely now as you were then. Try them,’ said Paul. I needed to pop to the toilet so once in the bathroom I stripped off and pulled on the bottle green school knickers. Paul was right they still fitted perfectly. I strolled back into the living area and, Paul, seeing me in my school knickers and nothing else was very impressed (as I could see from the growing bulge in his trousers!. ‘I’m feeling a bit underdressed here I think you’d better strip off too don’t you think?’ I said. Paul didn’t need a second invitation and was naked in a few moments.’That lovely cock. Bigger than I remember too,’ I remarked, ‘Can you remember how you wanked me, out in that copse of trees, the first time we ever got together?, ‘Like this wasn’t it?’ he said as he snuggled into my back and bum slightly grinding his lovely erect cock into ‘my’ knickers. He moistened his fingers in his glass of champagne and, pulling the knickers out slightly at my waist slid his fingers down to my clit and pussy. His touch was so gentle, so caring and so slow that I swooned under the spell of my very excited vagina and came, suddenly, in quite a rush. ‘Oh!!’ I exclaimed. ‘Quick, Paul. Take me to bed. I want that thick engorged cock in me. Not to mention all your spunk in there too. Thank God for the Pill, I say!’ Paul and I spent the night together in absolutely unbelievable bliss. We both knew now that we were madly in love with each other and probably always had been. This night would be just the beginning of our time together and we knew that we must endeavour to spend as much time in each other’s company as was humanly possible having ‘lost’ ten years through our own stupidity. The following morning I went of the the RSC Theatre for my meeting and Paul attended the conference which was taking place in the hotel we were staying in. We arranged to meet up in the evening and, once more spend the night together. And, seeing it was now Friday and neither of us had any plans for the weekend decided to stay in the hotel for an extra couple of extra days. We talked and talked the whole weekend and, regrettably, our initial time together came to a end far to soon. We had discovered, however, that we were both now London-based and though my work took me hither and thither we would try an meet up as often as we could. A few weeks later I invited Paul to move in with me at my flat in the Hampstead area and see how it worked out (beautifully as it happens!). And our sex life together just got better and better. I’m quite inventive (must be all that improvisation work we do as actors) and almost everything I suggested to Paul he was always game to give it a try. For instance, totally by chance, one day, I was going through an overflow wardrobe in my (our) spare room when I came across my St Winifred’s school uniform (all bottle green) and the school uniform I wore in both of my early films (navy blue). I asked Paul if me dressed as a schoolgirl would interest him. He thought it might so I said, ‘You just pop into the lounge and I’ll model them for you.’ Well, talk about lighting the blue touch paper! When I appeared in my ‘film’ uniform Paul was just so excited we had, without doubt, the greatest day (and night) of sex we’d ever spent together. It was messy, at times but, my God, our orgasms were constantly explosive! And my poor, navy blue knickers took a hell of a staining both inside and out! We vowed to use both uniforms sparingly for fear they’d lose their appeal. (They never have so far though). Added to which I sometimes liked to wear a pair of school knickers when we went out together, I’d tease Paul with the fact that I was wearing some and sometimes give him the odd flash. By the time we got back home we were beside ourselves with lust. It was great. Another thing I really liked to do, by contrast, was not wear any knickers at all. Again I’d tease Paul, not only was he very adept at getting his fingers onto my clit and pussy and give me a lovely cum but, more often than not, we’d have to fuck whilst we were out and couldn’t wait to get home first - in a train carriage, on a bus, in a small wood, in a restaurant toilet. Our ideas were endless and, I think, the excitement of maybe getting caught gave fantastic impetus to our orgasms. Talking of which, probably, one of our favourite such occasions was in the late summer about ten years ago. We often used to go a large, local park that had a boating lake. Occasionally we took a rowing boat out and, on the right sort of day, it was idyllic. So, it was after a very warm day we decided a drift around on the water would be ideal. We set off from the shore with Paul rowing whilst I sat opposite him. The warm weather had made me quite horny and whether Paul knew it or not I was knickerless. He soon did know as I slid my skirt up towards my waist and, licking my fingers, started to toy with my pussy and clitoris. Despite there being paths around the lake there were not too many people about and, anyway, even if there had been it would be it didn’t look that we were up to anything naughty! I could see that, plainly, Paul was enjoying the spectacle of my gentle wanking too. ‘Get, your cock out, darling,’ I pleaded. Carefully, looking around to see if there were any people about, he did as I asked. He was well excited! Taking the baseball cap off his head he placed it over his engorged cock for the time being. I was getting myself well juiced-up and Paul asked if I had a plan. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’ve always wanted to learn how to row (I lied!) so do you think you would let me sit on your lap so that we can row the oars together?’ He twigged, ’Yes, that should be fine. I’ll do my best to teach you of course. Just let me know when you’re ready to start.’ I checked to see if there were any people nearby and, just at that moment, we seemed to be ok. I moved over towards Paul. It was a bit tricky with the boat swaying as I moved but, being the determined lady that I am, I managed impale myself on Pauls cock eventually (and pleasurably). We both sighed! Wow! I put my hands on top of Paul’s hands and we started to row slowly. The affect of Paul’s cock in my pussy as we leant backwards and then forwards with each stroke of the oars in the water was exquisite. Not to mention erotic. Furthermore, the fact that people were passing only a few yards from us as they walked along the path with, hopefully, no idea of what was really happening in our boat increased the excitement many fold. I came. I couldn’t help it! Unfortunately, I wanted to cry out so intense was the orgasm but I couldn’t with people so close. Paul, obviously felt me cum and it made him cum too. I could feel all his beautiful spasms of spunk shooting up my vagina. It was heavenly. We slowly, and carefully, returned to our original positions and Paul slipped his, now, deflated cock back into his trousers. He rowed us back to the landing stage where we disembarked. We were both a little wobbly on our feet as we walked away (I bet that it wasn’t a ‘sea legs’ problem either). ‘That was lovely, darling. Very different - and needed!’ I told him. Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of being quite famous is that you become, sort of, ‘publicly-owned’ and we’d only walked a little way when someone said, ‘Hi, K…… (they used my christian stage name!). Loved your latest film. You were fabulous in it.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘That’s very kind of you.’ ‘Do you often get down here?’ they asked. ‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘A few times a year if we can. And it was such a lovely day today my husband, Paul, and I thought it would be nice to have a bit of a time on the water. Paul’s been trying to teach me to row.’ ‘Yes,’ they said, ‘we noticed.’ What they hadn’t noticed and really hoped they wouldn’t was that Paul’s spunk had started to dribble down my legs! ‘Well,’ I said, ‘We must be going I m afraid. Lovely to meet you.’ ‘And you too,’ they replied, ‘And good luck with the rowing practice you look as you need it.’ Once we were out of earshot I told Paul about my ‘leakage’ as we walked, rather quickly, back to the car sniggering like two naughty school kids.

Hi, my real name is Romy Benson. I’m a pretty successful actor who you would probably know by my stage name (but I’m not going to divulge that here!). Prior to getting married and, I hasten to add, since, I’ve always had a varied and exciting sex life. These days I’m still a fairly tall, blond haired woman with good sized, natural, breasts, a good figure and a shaved pussy. For much of my time as a actor I tended to be cast as a femme fatale in the films I made. Films that I had started making in in the 1960s. My interest in sex really started when I was about teens. One Saturday morning in the 1950s I was at home whilst my parents had gone out to visit my gran. The only other person in the house was my brother, Joe, who was just over a year older than me. I was doing my homework downstairs when I hit a snag. I needed a ruler and I’d left mine at school. I knew my brother probably had one and popped up to his bedroom to borrow one. He mustn’t have heard me coming up the stairs and opening his bedroom door because there was an immediate rustling, some bed-creaking and a moan. He was lain on his tummy when I entered. ’What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ he shouted, ‘This is my room and you’re not allowed in here!’ That was news to me. It had never been out of bounds to me before. I was a bit non-plussed. I apologised and told him what I’d come up for. ‘Anyway,’ I asked, ‘what were you doing that was so private?’ Then I noticed something. He appeared to be laying on something navy. I recognised what it was immediately. ‘What are you doing with my school knickers?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know what you mean they’re not your school knickers,’ he replied as he tucked the item further under his body. ‘Go on Joe I’d love to know what you’re up to that’s so secretive. Is it naughty? I won’t tell anyone if it is. Honest. I’m just curious,’ I said. Joe seemed to be turning it over in his mind, ’Well, if you really won’t mention it to anyone else. And, remember, a promise is a promise. OK? I’ll tell you. I was just having a wank,’ he stated. ‘What’s a wank?’ I asked. ‘It’s what boys do by rubbing their cocks for a while,’ he replied. This was such a mystery to me. Odd sounding words and funny references I hadn’t got any idea about. I knew boys referred to their penis as a cock sometimes but I hadn’t seen a penis since Joe and I used to be bathed together when we were very young. From my recollection his ‘cock’ was a floppy little flap of skin in between his legs. ‘Can I watch you ‘wank’ then?’ I asked. ‘It’s a bit rude. And it might shock you too. So are you sure?’ he replied. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m very sure.’ And with that reassurance from me he turned over onto his back. What I saw was amazing. Joe’s penis was sticking straight up. Far, far bigger that I ever remember it. It was also very, very pink. Even quite red in places. I came forward to get a closer look. Then I did indeed see my navy school knickers on the bed. ‘What are you using my knickers for? And where did you get them?’ I asked non-confrontationally. ‘I often find your, used, knickers left around the place. You’re not the tidiest person in the world and, some time ago, I just wondered what it would feel like to rub my cock with them. I’ve been wanking with them for ages now. I just have to be careful I don’t get cum on them!’ he informed me. ‘What’s come? I asked. ‘Ah,’ replied Joe, ‘It’s spelled c. u. m.,’ he explained, ‘And it’s the stuff that comes out of my cock when I have an orgasm. But before we get into what an orgasm is etc. I should probably demonstrate.’ He started to rub his cock. I got even closer to him. I was fascinated. And sure enough he started to rub it with my knickers. After only a few minutes he said, ‘Stand by I’m about to cum. Step back a little ‘cos the spunk that comes out sometimes flies into the air and, although it’s not dangerous, it can leave a bit of a stain sometimes.’ I did as he asked and not before time. Joe closed his eyes very tightly, threw aside my navy knickers and started to ‘cum’ (As I’d been informed). And what a sight it was to see too. All that cum shooting out and Joe’s obvious enjoyment of it gave me a funny feeling in my ‘tuppy’ area (as my mum called it). Gradually, Joe, who had sort of flopped back onto his bed, started to regain control of himself. ‘There,’ he said, ‘That’s a boy cumming. What did you think?’ ‘Frankly, Joe,’ I replied, ‘That was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen. Can you do it again for me, please?’ ‘It’s not as simple as that I’m afraid,’ he informed me, ‘I need a little bit of time to build up my spunk again. But if you really want to watch it again I’ll let you know when I’m going to do it.’ I was thrilled. And so began my interest in sex. Over the next few of months, until Joe went off to university, we had hundreds of sex sessions. He eventually let me wank him lots of times (often with my navy blue knickers), I once licked his cock after he came and tasted his spunk. It was nice and I did it a few more times after that. Furthermore, he started to instruct me how girls could also have cums by stroking their ‘tuppies’. I always did that with my knickers on, even in front of Joe, I just felt very self-conscious about him seeing my pussy. But I did discover that I got the most enjoyment by stroking my pussy slowly and gently after making sure that I had lubricated it before I started if I wasn’t moist enough. When I was in my laterteens I regularly got dates with guys from my school class or school year. I had, by then fairly good sized breasts, with a slim but quite curvy figure. Dates usually involved a visit to the cinema where, because it was dark, the guys thought it was open season to grope me. In some ways I didn’t mind because my fascination was with their cocks. Firstly, though I had to let them squeeze my breasts then start to rummage under my skirt. To make things easier for them I never wore any knickers (which they did seem to find particularly tricky to negotiate their way past without my help!). But in every case they tended to be get themselves so excited that they ended up almost ‘attacking’ my pussy. Never moistening their fingers before trying to get entry into my pussy hole and they never, ever found my clitoris! I always needed to fake an orgasm as soon as I could. Of course they thought to themselves how brilliant they were at bringing me to an instant orgasm whereas I just wanted them to leave, what was a very sensitive part of my anatomy, alone. More often than not, they scratched me down there and it took me quite a while to recover. But the bit I liked best of all was wanking them. I guess, with all my past experience with Joe’s cock, it meant I could usually get the guy to spunk within seconds! Depending how much they’d hurt me with their cack-handed assault on my pussy resulted in me spraying their spunk in the worst place (all over the front of their trousers or on their jumper. ‘Sorry!’) or into my hand, then on to my handkerchief if they’d been not too bad. I never saw these dates more than once anyway. My parents came into a bit of inheritance money and thought it would be a good idea to send me to an all girl’s boarding school, a fair distance away, for the Sixth Form years of my schooling. So at the beginning of the next school year I found myself ensconced at St Winifred’s School For Girls. I have to say it was a bit of a shock to my system to have been in a mixed sex school and then, within weeks, to a school only full of girls. After, initially, having problems settling in (a not unusual experience according to Matron) I started to make friends with a few of the girls - mainly the full time boarders like myself. Six of us shared a dorm on the top floor of the school building and after lights out used to chatter about lots of things but mainly centred around boys and sex. As I had just come from a school half-full of boys I quickly became the centre of attention. I didn’t go into a lot of details at first mainly because I didn’t know them that well but one particular incident occurred and really broke the ice! One night the girls were talking about orgasms (We all had a good, quiet wank when we settled down after lights out). Margie, was a lovely, fairly tall and large chested girl who was very popular with us all. One night she asked us, ‘When you have a cum does cum actually come out of your pussy?’ ‘What do you mean, Margie? I get pretty wet with some juices but that’s natural I think,’ I replied. ’No,’ she said, ‘it’s like a white, sticky stuff that comes out of me.’ We were all intrigued. ‘Shall I show you?’ she asked. The consensus of opinion was that she should. ‘OK,’ she said. Margie sat up on her bed’s headboard, pulled up her nightie and pulled down her bottle green school knickers. (We all had to wear our knickers at night in case we had to suddenly leave the building in case of fire or something). A couple of the girls had torches which they shone on Margie’s slightly hairy pussy whilst she started to wank herself. She was quite slow and deliberate alternating between putting her fingers in her hole and gently rubbing her clit. She started to edge towards her orgasm. She was experiencing more and more little quivers through her body then let rip with a full blown cum. And she was so right. Out of her pussy seeped a white liquid that looked like spunk to me. ‘It looks like spunk,’ I said. ‘How do you know’ asked one or two of the girls. I ignored them for the moment whilst getting closer and closer to Margie’s pussy. I leant right up to it and licked the pussy cream. She shuddered (another slight orgasm perhaps?). It was the first time I’d ever licked another girl’s pussy and it rather turned me on. ‘And it tastes a bit like spunk as well,’ I announced. Again there was an even bigger wail of, ‘How do you know?’ ‘It’s getting a bit late now but I’ll tell you more tomorrow night. OK?’ I replied. So, over the next few nights I regaled them with stories of spunking cocks; of how cocks spurted their spunk a long way sometimes; of what spunk smelt like and what it tasted like and how you rubbed a cock to get it to cum. The rest of the girls were enthralled and certainly whilst I was relating my stories there was quite a bit of action taking place with hands down knickers followed by murmured groans. For all that we didn’t have boys in our school we were, sort of, teamed with boys from a Grammar school a short distance away. We joined up for one or two activities throughout the year - Barn Dances, Sports Days etc. Through these activities I got to know a few of the boys to talk to. Having been in a co-educational school only a short time before I wasn’t cowed by their presence like a lot of my friends were who often got rather tongue-tied when near the boys. In the dorm prior to one of our get togethers the girls challenged me to pick-up a boy (or boys) and take him somewhere so they could watch me wanking him. I was game for that if it could be arranged. I managed to get a note delivered to a boy called Paul who I had got talking to and dancing with at a previous Saturday dance. Talking was about as far as it ever went though because any real fraternisation was heavily discouraged by the staff. Both Schools were all due to have a joint Cross Country Run on a forthcoming Saturday and I arranged that at a prearranged spot, in a little copse of trees we passed on the run, I would peel off from the run and if he, or one or two of his friends, did the same I’d give them a bit of a treat. Meanwhile, a few of my fellow pupils, who would pretend they’d got an injury or it was the wrong time of the month would secrete themselves in the copse prior to me and the boy (Boys?) arriving. Dressed in my PE kit, consisting of a yellow aertex shirt and my bottle green school knickers I set off with the participants of both schools on the run. But when I got to the agreed location I found five boys from the Grammar School hanging around in a little clearing. ‘Hi,’ I said to Paul, ‘There’s a few more than I expected. Not to worry, I’m sure I’ll manage,’ and arranged them in a circle. I could hear a bit of rustling going on in the background which I assumed were the other girls getting a good viewing spot. ‘I don’t know how many of you have ever been wanked by a girl but I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy the experience. Can you guys just lower your shorts and let me see your cocks please?’ Suddenly, there in front of me were five lovely cocks most of which were in quite a state of arousal already. I started. Bending down beside the first boy I lay both my hands on his cock. He stiffened immediately. I sucked it for a few moments to get lubricated then began to wank him. I guess he must have been pretty worked up already because he came virtually straight away. Spraying all over the ground in front of him. Luckily, as soon as I notice he was about to cum I moved quickly to one side to avoid being sprayed. The next boy, having seen me wank his friend, was already almost at orgasm point himself. I decided not to suck him incase he off-loaded a cock full of spunk into my mouth. A couple more strokes and he was gone. Spunk shot out and landed several feet away, (Very impressive!). The next boy was also pretty steamed up, so much so that as soon as I touched his cock he came. He sprayed some of his cum onto my leg because I failed to move quickly enough. I didn’t mind. I simply wiped it off with my finger and popped it in my mouth. The fourth boy had a lovely, good sized cock for a fairly young boy. ‘I’ll enjoy stroking this one,’ I thought to myself. And it was indeed a bit of a handful. I reckon it stiffened another inch at least when I lubricated it with my mouth. He was be far the most restrained and appeared to be absolutely ecstatic as I stroked his rampant member. But he couldn’t hold out forever and soon his hot sticky spunk sprayed the ground around his feet. That left Paul to be seen too. ‘Are you ready Paul?’ I asked. ‘I should say so’ he replied holding his rampant cock in his right hand and slowly stroking it. ‘There’s just one problem I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘Oh what’s that?’ he asked, probably expecting me to say I was too tired or something. He certainly looked a bit crestfallen. ‘No,’ I said, ‘Don’t worry. It’s just that all these cocks around me have made me incredibly horny and I’d really like you to wank me first. OK?’ ‘Yes,’ he replied, ‘I’ve never done it to a girl before though. Tell me what to do and I’ll very happily give it a go.’ So I moved him round to my back so his cock was rubbing against the back of my knickers and, sucking his fingers to get them wet enough to enter my pussy (If the truth be told my pussy was already pretty wet but it’s good idea to teach someone how to carefully handle a pussy and clit), pulled the front of my knickers out a little and said to him, ‘Slide your hand down the front of my knickers, Paul. Down there you’ll feel two things. Firstly, a little bump which is my clitoris and below that a sort of slit which is my pussy. Slide a finger into my pussy first then slide it up to my clitoris and give that a very gentle rub. If you keep doing that for a little while I’ll cum. OK. Off you go.’ I have to say, Paul, carried out my ‘orders’ perfectly. He was careful and gentle and, probably because I was already well worked up, I came! Wow! ‘Well done, Paul. That was beautiful. Thanks,’ I said, ‘And now let me return the compliment. Oh! and thank you for not cumming on the back of my knickers. Might have taken explaining when I got back to school if you had!’ I took hold of his lovely cock and rather hand wanking him I started to suck him. Seconds later out shot his spunk. Quite a load too but swallowing it wasn’t a problem. Paul, was fully drained and a bit wobbly-legged as I left him and the rest of the guys to get back into the race. I feigned a damaged hamstring and limped my way back to school. That night as we settled in our beds there was only one topic of conversation. All the girls had wanked themselves silly as they reviewed what was happening before them. ‘Watching you extract all the spunk from the four boys you wanked had been erotic enough, but allowing that boy to wank you was absolutely brilliant. And then to suck the cum from his cock and swallow it will live long in all our memories I reckon,’ And I’m sure that’s not to mention their fingers as they beat a cum out of their own from their very swollen pussies. And talking of swollen pussies. My joint experience with Margie and her creamy pussy had intrigued all of us but my licking of her pussy had sent an ‘electric charge’ through us both. My feeling was that both Margie and me maybe wanted to push things a little further. Many of the girls had sexual relationships with each other. Mainly, it seems, it was wanking each other off while sharing a bed. And though this could be fraught with danger — if Matron, on her nightly rounds, caught anyone there was hell to pay! Margie caught me on my own one day studying a play *********** (I was already leaning towards a career in the theatre if I could get to Drama College) and asked if we could have a bit of a ‘snuggle’ together sometime. I said that I thought might like that. I asked her what she would like out of any liaison - a wanking; a licked cum or a bit of mutual masturbation. ‘A bit of all of those would be wonderful,’ she told me, ‘But I can’t get over the feeling you gave me when you licked my pussy.’ ‘OK,’ I replied. Every night we all had to have a shower prior to getting ready for bed. Thereafter our time was usually our own. Some of the girls went down and watched the TV in the TV lounge. Some went to the library but most of them didn’t return to the dorm until just before lights out at 9 o’clock. A couple of nights after our previous discussion I sought out Margie as she came out of the shower room wrapped in a large white towel. ‘Leave your knickers off when you get ready for bed,’ I said, ‘I’ll be along in a few minutes.’ and went for my own shower. When I went up to our dorm I found Margie sitting on her own on her bed dressed in her nightie and, with her knees up, could clearly see she hadn’t got her knickers on. ‘That’s a lovely sight,’ I ventured, ‘I must take a closer look.’ I popped on my knickers and nightie. I asked Margie to, initially, sit on the end of the bed with her nightie pulled up. I pulled it up a bit further so I could suckle on her lovely breasts and nipples for a few moments, then asked her to lay back whilst I got a very close look at her pussy. She was obviously a bit excited in that region because she was extremely swollen. He clitoris was just starting to emerge from it’s hood as I stated to carefully lick around it. It quickly started to enlarge and Margie started to moan a little. Working my way a little further down I gently spread her pussy lips open with my fingers and started to dart my tongue in and out of her pussy hole. And boy did she like that! I don’t know how long it look but it seemed like seconds before she started her orgasm. She shivered and shook and trapped my head between her thighs as she had the most amazing cum. As she eased away from her orgasm I looked at her pussy and there was a fantastic amount of creamy girl spunk starting to seep out of it. I watched it for a while then closed in on it and sucked it all up. ‘Wow! again, Romy, that was incredible, Thank you so much. Now let me give you a wank. Doubt I’ll be able to do it as well as you, I’m afraid.’ But with a bit of gentle coaxing from me Margie did give me a very much needed cum. ‘That was just lovely, Margie,’ I told her, ‘Thanks.’ We kissed each other and that was that. We never repeated our ‘liaison’ but I have to say it was a fantastic experience (for both of us) and certainly ‘scratched an itch’ that we both needed scratching! A few weeks before the end of the school year, when I would be leaving St. W’s to go down to London to study at a London Drama Academy, I decided that I was going to lose my virginity. I had already decided who was going to take it too — Paul. He from the local Grammar school who I’d sucked off a few months ago. An event had been organised between our two schools to do a sort of ‘Top of the Form’ quiz show. The Grammar school against us but it did give me a chance to slip a note to Paul. It read ‘I want you to be my very first fuck. You name the date and place x’. I watched him as he read it and he went bright red!! Not surprising really. I don’t suppose he had many invites like that one. A week or so later I received a return note. Paul had a friend who’s sister was in my school so passing a note wasn’t that hard. Paul, who was not a boarder like me but lived locally, said in his note that ‘he would love to ‘help me out’! That his parents and younger sister where all away this coming weekend so he’d meet me at the main bus station at 10 o’clock on Saturday morning.’ I was rather excited and was desperate to have wank after wank in anticipation but thought it would be better to keep my libido in check till Saturday. At St. W’s we boarders were allowed to odd trip into town on a Saturday as long as we were not in groups any larger than four and we must always wear our school uniform (this was a sort of control on us by thinking that we would be easily identified if we got up to any tomfoolery). When Saturday arrived the four of us caught the bus outside the School gates. We always went upstairs on the bus so it gave the bus conductor and anyone behind us a teasingly, lovely view of our knickers as we climbed the stairs. When we got to the Bus Station Paul was waiting. The other girls knew what I was up to and couldn’t wait to hear all about it later. Paul’s house was a short walk from the town centre and only took us about 10 minutes to get there. ‘Shall we go to my bedroom?’ he asked. ‘That would be good,’ I replied. His bedroom was still like a young teenager’s bedroom with posters of footballers, Model aircraft hanging from the ceiling and so on. I started to take my clothes off as did he. My school knickers were the last things I took off and lay myself on the bed. Paul was obviously a bit apprehensive and said ‘Is it going to be messy and a bit bloody?’ he asked. ‘No,’ I replied, ‘Don’t worry, my hymen must have been broken ages ago with the amount of stuff I’ve poked up my pussy when I’ve wanked myself off.’ He removed his underpants and there before me stood his lovely cock. He was already pretty big as he gazed at me in the nude. With my largish breasts and my shaved pussy who wouldn’t be? He joined me on the bed and grabbed one of my breasts but I said, ‘Whoa! Gently please Paul.’ ‘Guess I’m a bit over eager. Sorry,’ he replied. So I, kind of, took over instructing him how to kiss, stroke and lick my breasts in order to get my juices flowing further down, then, although he had done this before, how to fiddle with both my pussy and clit. Without any hard work from me his cock was very, very rigid in my hands. I stroked it until I could feel he was starting enjoy it a bit too much.’Steady,’ I said, ‘I don’t want you to cum too quickly. And I certainly don’t want you cumming inside me either. So you must pull out if you feel you’re about to cum. OK?’ I lay back, opened my legs fairly wide, wet my pussy by pulling out some of my internal juices and guided his cock to my pussy lips. ‘OK, Paul, just ease your cock into me,’ I instructed. He did as I asked and the feeling was incredible — it certainly beat the various vegetables, candles and garden trowel handles I had used in the past! — and gradually Paul began to move. ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘ I’m already about to cum!’ I pulled him out and cum he did all over my breasts and tummy. ‘I’m really sorry, Romy,’ he said, ’The feeling in there was just so wonderful that I couldn’t hold it back.’ ‘Don’t worry, Paul, I quite understand. Let’s see what your powers of recovery are like and you probably won’t be as worked up next time.’ Within minutes with me stroking and licking his cock it was full size again. Again I moistened my pussy and popped him into me. We got into a lovely rhythm together and it wasn’t long until I had my first ‘cock’ cum and it was simply amazing. Paul had obviously realised I’d had cum and made to pull his still very engorged cock out of my pussy when I said, ‘Not so quick! Us ladies aren’t quite like you men in that we can sometimes have many orgasms in a row. And that’s certainly how I feel right now. So just plough on, please.’ My second orgasm happened just moments later and it was a whopper! The third was even better but took a little longer for me to ‘explode'! ‘Phew! I think that’s about it from me just for the moment. Think it’s about time I extracted some more cum from that lovely cock of yours though.’ I proceeded to wank and suck him till he came in my mouth. I swallowed. I had another couple of cums after that but by now we were both pretty much spent. We decided to get up and get dressed. As I was about to pull on my school knickers Paul said, ‘Romy, do you think I could have your knickers as a keepsake to remember this day for ever. I had no problem with that request. And after saying good bye and wishing each other all the best for the future we parted probably never to see each other again. Devoid of knickers the bus conductor and the two men that followed me upstairs must have thought it was their birthdays and Christmas’s all rolled into one with, ahead of them a puffed up, hairless and well-used pussy in view. To be continued.

Hi, my name is Pru (or Prudence to give me my Sunday name) though I use a totally different name when I’m acting. I was recently reacquainted with some former work colleagues with whom I’d spent several weeks in the 1960s working on a couple of well known films. The films featured a lot of us girl actors cavorting around in school uniforms consisting of gymslip, white blouse and tie, black stockings and suspenders and navy blue school knickers. To be honest we all had quite a bit of fun together at the time and it was lovely to meet up with Wendy, Mary and Emma again and chat about former times. In particular I recalled an end-of-production party which became a rather raucous get-together after the main party had finished and involved a few us getting together with some crew and cast members and which was extremely exciting experience for all. Anyway, the three former colleagues I met up with had not been around for that particular ‘event’ but it prompted reference to school uniforms and school knickers which they all reckoned had, subsequently, played a very significant part in sex games with their partners. Although they didn’t go into details the looks on their faces (particularly on Wendy’s!) seem to indicate something very special in their lives. And so it was to me too. In the early 1980s I won a role in a film that involved a certain amount of, implied, sexual interaction in bed. In that era it wasn’t anything like as graphic as sex on film is these days but I was to be in bed with a fellow actor with both of us being, supposedly, ‘nude’. I was topless but my breasts wouldn’t be seen properly on film whereas Mike was to be completely naked because towards the end of the scene his back and the top of his buttocks would be seen. It was a closed set with a minimal amount of crew. Both Mike and I appeared on set in dressing gowns with me having put on a pair of my old navy blue school knickers (which I’d saved from the 1960s’ films). It was a tip I’d been given by a very well-known film actress who told me she always wore a pair for her ‘sex’ scenes because they made her feel ‘safe’ and would be a turn-off to whoever you were acting with. I took her advice readily. When the director was ready he asked Mike to get into the bed first which he did, discarding his dressing gown once he was in. I wasn’t too inhibited in those days and took off my dressing gown, exposing my breasts and knickers, and also got into bed. The scene was supposed to be set after we’d had a passionate sex session and we were ‘relaxing’ after our ‘lovemaking’ entwined in each other arms. So, naturally we got ready to cuddle up together when Mike whispered, ‘Sorry, Pru!’. Initially, I didn’t know what he was on about but as he took me in his arms I felt the hardest, hard-on I’d ever felt in my life!! Wow! It felt gigantic and so, so rigid. “Sorry, Pru. I can’t help it,’ he whispered again. ‘It’s ok,’ I whispered back. But I was so intrigued I slipped my hand down to touch this wonderful cock. It was as solid I thought but Mike said, ‘Careful,’ under his breath, ‘I don’t want it to go off in your hand!’ I carefully extracted my hand but remained totally curious about the whole situation. When we finished the filming Mike said ‘You’d better leave first, Pru. I’ll give myself a moment or two to ‘relax’.’ I totally understood what he meant - and needed. It’s going to take a bit of time to deflate that totally pumped up cock of his I reckoned. I returned to my trailer and changed in my costume ready for the next scene; went into make-up then thought I should see how Mike was and see if he knew why what happened happened. I knocked on his trailer door. ‘Come in,’ he shouted, ’Hi Pru. I’m so embarrassed by what just happened. I’m really, really sorry.’ ‘It was absolutely fine, Mike. I wasn’t upset by it at all. Just intrigued. Have you any idea why it did happen?’ I replied. ‘I think it was seeing you in your navy school knickers,’ he added. ‘It’s always been a bit of a problem of mine from way back in my school days. Perhaps I can explain, and apologise, by buying you dinner tonight.’ ‘Thank you,’ I replied, ‘I’d like that, Mike.’ Mike booked a table in very nice restaurant in the village where we both had rented flats. Mike was already there when I arrived and once we’d got settled, ordered and, more especially, had a glass or two of wine the subject turned to todays events. ‘So, what do you think happened, Mike, to get such an amazing reaction from your cock?’ I brazenly asked. ‘To be totally honest, Pro, I’m not completely sure. I haven’t had such a reaction with my cock for years but once I glimpsed you in your navy blue school knicks and cuddled up against you I just was aware how rampant my cock was getting,’ he replied. ‘I’ve never had a problem like that for years as I said. Neither have I tried to fully understand why it happened like it did. Maybe, I need to get some sort of therapy?’ ‘I don’t think you need to do that. I took it as a huge compliment actually. It certainly got my juices flowing I can tell you,’ I informed him, ‘Is it something that has happened in your past that brings it on perhaps?’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘It might well be.’ And he proceeded to tell me his story whilst we ate our dinners. ‘When I was about 14 and at school. It would have been in the 1960s,’ he began,’ and you’ll probably remember this yourself, it was quite common for girls to swan around in their school knickers when they were doing games, Netball, hockey, PE or whatever. Although it was just accepted as the norm it always used to trigger a certain amount of intrigue with us boys as to what the thick, navy blue, cotton knickers contained or hid from view. But, although it was there right in front of our eyes there was never anything that us boys could or would do about it. ‘One day at the end of one of the boy’s games sessions I was asked by the sports teacher to gather up all the equipment we’d been using and put it in the walk-in games cupboard in the school gym. Not expecting anyone to be around I was a little non-plussed when I opened the door to the cupboard and there was a lot of shuffling about. I then noticed that there were three girls dressed ready for their own games lesson dressed in navy knickers and a pale blue aertex shirt. Judging by the smell of it, I think they must have been smoking. ‘Hi,’ they said, ‘And who are you?’ They seemed to be a year or so older than me. I said my name was Mike and asked them what they’re up to? ‘Nothing,’ they said ,‘But that might change.’ They sort of crowded in on me and said, ‘Do you like what you see? Three girls in their knickers?’ I didn’t know what to say. ‘Well, it looks like you do quite like what you’re seeing judging by the bulge in your shorts.’ I hadn’t noticed until that point that I was beginning to get quite an erection. ‘Now, that’s impressive already,’ one the girls said, ‘I wonder how big it would get if I was to show you what’s beneath my knickers. Would you like to me to show you my pussy?’ The thought of that rather hardened my cock even more and when she walked right up to me and pulled down her knickers to give me a view of her fairly hair free pussy my cock grew bigger and harder than it had ever been before. Pulling her knickers back up the girl then said, ‘Well, I’ve shown you mine so don’t you think you should show me what’s under your shorts. Judging by the size of your bulge whatever it is looks rather excited,’ she teased. Before I knew what was happening one of the other girls had gone round behind me and pulled my shorts down to expose my huge hard-on. ‘Wow!’ all the girls said, ‘Look at the size of that! Can we touch it, please?’ I didn't know where to put myself. I couldn’t exactly run away with such a rampant appendage, I tried to cover it up but that wasn’t much good either and, anyway, they just prised my hands away and got themselves very, very close to the rampant thing then reached out to touch it. Three pairs of lovely, soft, teenage girl’s hands on my cock all gathered round me in their gorgeous navy knickers was just too much for me and I ejaculated. My cum shot out of my cock and the girls quickly took evasive action though not quite quick enough in one case and she received quite a dollop of my hot sticky spunk. It landed right on the front of her knickers. She didn’t turn a hair, slipped off her knickers, giving me another view of a slightly hairy pussy all puffed up and slightly open it seemed, and sucked the cum off the knickers. She popped them back on as if it was an everyday occurrence. ‘That should dry pretty quickly I think. Hope so anyway,’ she said. And that was it. But every time I saw one of those girls around the school they used to say, ‘Hello, Mike, how you doing?’ and I got an almost immediate erection as I remembered our meeting in the games cupboard. I think they were well aware of the effect it was having on me too.’ ‘So, there it is Pru,’ he said, ‘I’m pretty sure that that is the underlying cause behind the reaction I get to navy school knickers. Do you think that’s likely?’ ‘Oh, I think that that’s definitely likely, Mike.’ I replied, ‘But I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I can’t see it happening very often and my apologies for causing you the problem today. There’s nothing wrong with your reaction. Granted it could be embarrassing in the wrong circumstance but most of the time it’ll happen behind closed doors. And, anyway, it was the most amazing erected cock I’ve ever come across in my life. I’d really, really like to see it again actually, only closer this time. Would you indulge me in that? And, if you’re interested, I’m presently wearing a lovely, fresh pair of my navy blue school knickers just in case we ended up back in my flat later.’ ‘That sounds very interesting and my cock is already twitching a bit! And thank you for being so understanding,’ he said. My flat wasn’t too far away so that’s where we headed. ‘Would you like a glass of wine whilst we get ourselves settled,’ I asked when we got there. ‘That would be lovely, thanks,’ he replied. I disappeared into the kitchen to get a glass of wine each and took the opportunity to strip down to my school knickers whilst putting on a white blouse, that I’d got ready before I went out, to keep myself a bit warmer. When I reappeared in the sitting room Mike gave a gasp! ‘Wow!’ he said, ‘That’s very very sexy, Pru. You little minx.’ I smiled and sat down next to Mike on the settee and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my knickers whilst I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock straining, as it was, against the constraints of his trousers. ‘Why don’t you slip your trousers off, Mike. It must be a bit uncomfortable for you,’ I said. He eagerly did as I suggested and there, in all its full glory, was his very, very solid, circumcised cock. ‘That’s amazing!’ I said, ‘May I touch it please?’ ‘OK, but be careful I don’t want to cum too soon and, unfortunately, when its in this state its likely to be rather sensitive I think,’ he replied. ‘It looks it!’ I exclaimed. I very carefully wrapped my hand round his cock fairly well down the shaft avoiding, for the moment, the more sensitive areas further up! Even holding and squeezing it down there I could see from Mike’s expression that he was trying to hold back his cum. ‘Are you getting a bit excited, darling,’ I asked. ‘I think I’m ok for a little while,’ he replied. ‘OK, then I think we’ll put you and your gorgeous cock out of it’s misery,’ I stated. I stood up facing Mike, pulled the leg of my knickers to one side and, being as juiced up as I was, slid my self down onto his very swollen cock. I sat there for a few moments savouring the feel of his rock hard cock stretching my vagina as it had never been stretched before. I started to move slowly and gently but felt that Mike was very near his climax. And a couple of quite gentle moves by me was all it took. He absolutely exploded inside me and I felt every gorgeous spasm. ‘I’m so, so sorry,’ he said. ‘Don’t worry,’ I replied, ‘The night is young. Lets go to bed and see if I can arouse that sleeping giant again. What do you think?’ ‘I thinks that’s odds on frankly,’ replied Mike. As we snuggled up in my bed I deliberately rubbed my knickered pussy and backside against Mike’s cock and sure enough within a very few minutes it started to harden once more. He was obviously very aware of the feeling of my knickers against he enlarging member but also let his hands wander over them too. A few moments later I pulled my knickers slightly away from my tummy and encouraged him to get his hand and fingers into and onto my pussy and clit. His touch was so very gentle that I could feel myself getting very quickly worked up. By now Mike’s cock was rock hard again and almost seemed ‘glued’ against his abdomen it was so pumped up. I slipped off my knickers and mounted him. As I said I was already quite excited and it took no time at all for me to have my first, explosive, orgasm with him. Mike waited a few moments then started to move in order to take his cock out of my pussy.’Not quite so quick, mister!’ I stated. ‘I’m almost ready for another cum!’ So Mike started to slowly start fucking me again. It was absolutely mind-blowing the feeling of that throbbing, rock hard cock poking around in my pussy hole. And I came again. And so did Mike a couple of moments later. Phew! We rested a bit. Then I took my lovely soft navy knickers and gently started to teasingly rub Mike’s cock with them. As I expected he rather liked that, or should I say his cock did, and we were soon fucking away once again. I had another gorgeous cum but Mike just couldn’t quite manage a third cum inside me so I sucked and rubbed his lovely cock (with my knickers) until he came all over them. And so began our fabulous, sexy relationship which endures to this day I’m pleased to say. Plenty of navy blue knicker work when required and sometimes my full schoolgirl costume for very special occasions. It was a sex life of total bliss. For both of us.

Hi, my name is Pru (or Prudence to give me my Sunday name) though I use a totally different name when I’m acting. I was recently reacquainted with some former work colleagues with whom I’d spent several weeks in the 1960s working on a couple of well known films. The films featured a lot of us girl actors cavorting around in school uniforms consisting of gymslip, white blouse and tie, black stockings and suspenders and navy blue school knickers. To be honest we all had quite a bit of fun together at the time and it was lovely to meet up with Wendy, Mary and Emma again and chat about former times. In particular I recalled an end-of-production party which became a rather raucous get-together after the main party had finished and involved a few us getting together with some crew and cast members and which was extremely exciting experience for all. Anyway, the three former colleagues I met up with had not been around for that particular ‘event’ but it prompted reference to school uniforms and school knickers which they all reckoned had, subsequently, played a very significant part in sex games with their partners. Although they didn’t go into details the looks on their faces (particularly on Wendy’s!) seem to indicate something very special in their lives. And so it was to me too. In the early 1980s I won a role in a film that involved a certain amount of, implied, sexual interaction in bed. In that era it wasn’t anything like as graphic as sex on film is these days but I was to be in bed with a fellow actor with both of us being, supposedly, ‘nude’. I was topless but my breasts wouldn’t be seen properly on film whereas Mike was to be completely naked because towards the end of the scene his back and the top of his buttocks would be seen. It was a closed set with a minimal amount of crew. Both Mike and I appeared on set in dressing gowns with me having put on a pair of my old navy blue school knickers (which I’d saved from the 1960s’ films). It was a tip I’d been given by a very well-known film actress who told me she always wore a pair for her ‘sex’ scenes because they made her feel ‘safe’ and would be a turn-off to whoever you were acting with. I took her advice readily. When the director was ready he asked Mike to get into the bed first which he did, discarding his dressing gown once he was in. I wasn’t too inhibited in those days and took off my dressing gown, exposing my breasts and knickers, and also got into bed. The scene was supposed to be set after we’d had a passionate sex session and we were ‘relaxing’ after our ‘lovemaking’ entwined in each other arms. So, naturally we got ready to cuddle up together when Mike whispered, ‘Sorry, Pru!’. Initially, I didn’t know what he was on about but as he took me in his arms I felt the hardest, hard-on I’d ever felt in my life!! Wow! It felt gigantic and so, so rigid. “Sorry, Pru. I can’t help it,’ he whispered again. ‘It’s ok,’ I whispered back. But I was so intrigued I slipped my hand down to touch this wonderful cock. It was as solid I thought but Mike said, ‘Careful,’ under his breath, ‘I don’t want it to go off in your hand!’ I carefully extracted my hand but remained totally curious about the whole situation. When we finished the filming Mike said ‘You’d better leave first, Pru. I’ll give myself a moment or two to ‘relax’.’ I totally understood what he meant - and needed. It’s going to take a bit of time to deflate that totally pumped up cock of his I reckoned. I returned to my trailer and changed in my costume ready for the next scene; went into make-up then thought I should see how Mike was and see if he knew why what happened happened. I knocked on his trailer door. ‘Come in,’ he shouted, ’Hi Pru. I’m so embarrassed by what just happened. I’m really, really sorry.’ ‘It was absolutely fine, Mike. I wasn’t upset by it at all. Just intrigued. Have you any idea why it did happen?’ I replied. ‘I think it was seeing you in your navy school knickers,’ he added. ‘It’s always been a bit of a problem of mine from way back in my school days. Perhaps I can explain, and apologise, by buying you dinner tonight.’ ‘Thank you,’ I replied, ‘I’d like that, Mike.’ Mike booked a table in very nice restaurant in the village where we both had rented flats. Mike was already there when I arrived and once we’d got settled, ordered and, more especially, had a glass or two of wine the subject turned to todays events. ‘So, what do you think happened, Mike, to get such an amazing reaction from your cock?’ I brazenly asked. ‘To be totally honest, Pro, I’m not completely sure. I haven’t had such a reaction with my cock for years but once I glimpsed you in your navy blue school knicks and cuddled up against you I just was aware how rampant my cock was getting,’ he replied. ‘I’ve never had a problem like that for years as I said. Neither have I tried to fully understand why it happened like it did. Maybe, I need to get some sort of therapy?’ ‘I don’t think you need to do that. I took it as a huge compliment actually. It certainly got my juices flowing I can tell you,’ I informed him, ‘Is it something that has happened in your past that brings it on perhaps?’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘It might well be.’ And he proceeded to tell me his story whilst we ate our dinners. ‘When I was about 14 and at school. It would have been in the 1960s,’ he began,’ and you’ll probably remember this yourself, it was quite common for girls to swan around in their school knickers when they were doing games, Netball, hockey, PE or whatever. Although it was just accepted as the norm it always used to trigger a certain amount of intrigue with us boys as to what the thick, navy blue, cotton knickers contained or hid from view. But, although it was there right in front of our eyes there was never anything that us boys could or would do about it. ‘One day at the end of one of the boy’s games sessions I was asked by the sports teacher to gather up all the equipment we’d been using and put it in the walk-in games cupboard in the school gym. Not expecting anyone to be around I was a little non-plussed when I opened the door to the cupboard and there was a lot of shuffling about. I then noticed that there were three girls dressed ready for their own games lesson dressed in navy knickers and a pale blue aertex shirt. Judging by the smell of it, I think they must have been smoking. ‘Hi,’ they said, ‘And who are you?’ They seemed to be a year or so older than me. I said my name was Mike and asked them what they’re up to? ‘Nothing,’ they said ,‘But that might change.’ They sort of crowded in on me and said, ‘Do you like what you see? Three girls in their knickers?’ I didn’t know what to say. ‘Well, it looks like you do quite like what you’re seeing judging by the bulge in your shorts.’ I hadn’t noticed until that point that I was beginning to get quite an erection. ‘Now, that’s impressive already,’ one the girls said, ‘I wonder how big it would get if I was to show you what’s beneath my knickers. Would you like to me to show you my pussy?’ The thought of that rather hardened my cock even more and when she walked right up to me and pulled down her knickers to give me a view of her fairly hair free pussy my cock grew bigger and harder than it had ever been before. Pulling her knickers back up the girl then said, ‘Well, I’ve shown you mine so don’t you think you should show me what’s under your shorts. Judging by the size of your bulge whatever it is looks rather excited,’ she teased. Before I knew what was happening one of the other girls had gone round behind me and pulled my shorts down to expose my huge hard-on. ‘Wow!’ all the girls said, ‘Look at the size of that! Can we touch it, please?’ I didn't know where to put myself. I couldn’t exactly run away with such a rampant appendage, I tried to cover it up but that wasn’t much good either and, anyway, they just prised my hands away and got themselves very, very close to the rampant thing then reached out to touch it. Three pairs of lovely, soft, teenage girl’s hands on my cock all gathered round me in their gorgeous navy knickers was just too much for me and I ejaculated. My cum shot out of my cock and the girls quickly took evasive action though not quite quick enough in one case and she received quite a dollop of my hot sticky spunk. It landed right on the front of her knickers. She didn’t turn a hair, slipped off her knickers, giving me another view of a slightly hairy pussy all puffed up and slightly open it seemed, and sucked the cum off the knickers. She popped them back on as if it was an everyday occurrence. ‘That should dry pretty quickly I think. Hope so anyway,’ she said. And that was it. But every time I saw one of those girls around the school they used to say, ‘Hello, Mike, how you doing?’ and I got an almost immediate erection as I remembered our meeting in the games cupboard. I think they were well aware of the effect it was having on me too.’ ‘So, there it is Pru,’ he said, ‘I’m pretty sure that that is the underlying cause behind the reaction I get to navy school knickers. Do you think that’s likely?’ ‘Oh, I think that that’s definitely likely, Mike.’ I replied, ‘But I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I can’t see it happening very often and my apologies for causing you the problem today. There’s nothing wrong with your reaction. Granted it could be embarrassing in the wrong circumstance but most of the time it’ll happen behind closed doors. And, anyway, it was the most amazing erected cock I’ve ever come across in my life. I’d really, really like to see it again actually, only closer this time. Would you indulge me in that? And, if you’re interested, I’m presently wearing a lovely, fresh pair of my navy blue school knickers just in case we ended up back in my flat later.’ ‘That sounds very interesting and my cock is already twitching a bit! And thank you for being so understanding,’ he said. My flat wasn’t too far away so that’s where we headed. ‘Would you like a glass of wine whilst we get ourselves settled,’ I asked when we got there. ‘That would be lovely, thanks,’ he replied. I disappeared into the kitchen to get a glass of wine each and took the opportunity to strip down to my school knickers whilst putting on a white blouse, that I’d got ready before I went out, to keep myself a bit warmer. When I reappeared in the sitting room Mike gave a gasp! ‘Wow!’ he said, ‘That’s very very sexy, Pru. You little minx.’ I smiled and sat down next to Mike on the settee and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my knickers whilst I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock straining, as it was, against the constraints of his trousers. ‘Why don’t you slip your trousers off, Mike. It must be a bit uncomfortable for you,’ I said. He eagerly did as I suggested and there, in all its full glory, was his very, very solid, circumcised cock. ‘That’s amazing!’ I said, ‘May I touch it please?’ ‘OK, but be careful I don’t want to cum too soon and, unfortunately, when its in this state its likely to be rather sensitive I think,’ he replied. ‘It looks it!’ I exclaimed. I very carefully wrapped my hand round his cock fairly well down the shaft avoiding, for the moment, the more sensitive areas further up! Even holding and squeezing it down there I could see from Mike’s expression that he was trying to hold back his cum. ‘Are you getting a bit excited, darling,’ I asked. ‘I think I’m ok for a little while,’ he replied. ‘OK, then I think we’ll put you and your gorgeous cock out of it’s misery,’ I stated. I stood up facing Mike, pulled the leg of my knickers to one side and, being as juiced up as I was, slid my self down onto his very swollen cock. I sat there for a few moments savouring the feel of his rock hard cock stretching my vagina as it had never been stretched before. I started to move slowly and gently but felt that Mike was very near his climax. And a couple of quite gentle moves by me was all it took. He absolutely exploded inside me and I felt every gorgeous spasm. ‘I’m so, so sorry,’ he said. ‘Don’t worry,’ I replied, ‘The night is young. Lets go to bed and see if I can arouse that sleeping giant again. What do you think?’ ‘I thinks that’s odds on frankly,’ replied Mike. As we snuggled up in my bed I deliberately rubbed my knickered pussy and backside against Mike’s cock and sure enough within a very few minutes it started to harden once more. He was obviously very aware of the feeling of my knickers against he enlarging member but also let his hands wander over them too. A few moments later I pulled my knickers slightly away from my tummy and encouraged him to get his hand and fingers into and onto my pussy and clit. His touch was so very gentle that I could feel myself getting very quickly worked up. By now Mike’s cock was rock hard again and almost seemed ‘glued’ against his abdomen it was so pumped up. I slipped off my knickers and mounted him. As I said I was already quite excited and it took no time at all for me to have my first, explosive, orgasm with him. Mike waited a few moments then started to move in order to take his cock out of my pussy.’Not quite so quick, mister!’ I stated. ‘I’m almost ready for another cum!’ So Mike started to slowly start fucking me again. It was absolutely mind-blowing the feeling of that throbbing, rock hard cock poking around in my pussy hole. And I came again. And so did Mike a couple of moments later. Phew! We rested a bit. Then I took my lovely soft navy knickers and gently started to teasingly rub Mike’s cock with them. As I expected he rather liked that, or should I say his cock did, and we were soon fucking away once again. I had another gorgeous cum but Mike just couldn’t quite manage a third cum inside me so I sucked and rubbed his lovely cock (with my knickers) until he came all over them. And so began our fabulous, sexy relationship which endures to this day I’m pleased to say. Plenty of navy blue knicker work when required and sometimes my full schoolgirl costume for very special occasions. It was a sex life of total bliss. For both of us.

Hi my name is Jill. This story is about my own personal discovery of sex, how I embarked on my journey of sexual discovery and, especially, how thoroughly I’ve enjoyed that journey so far! It was in the early 1960s I felt the first stirrings of an interest in sex. I can still vividly remember a particular incident, when I was in my early teens, when something happened that alerted me to a curious difference between boys and girls. Since I’d been very young I used to, usually on a Saturday morning when we didn’t have school, pop into my brother’s bed with him for a play fight, talk about books, gossip and other trivia. My brother, Richard, was a couple of years older that me and never seemed to mind a ‘visit’ from his ‘baby’ sister. On this particular occasion I’d put a magazine that I’d brought with me at the bottom of the bed and in the effort of stretching out to reach it noticed something hard that I’d knocked against.’What’s that?’ I asked. ‘What’s what?’ he replied. ‘There’s something hard in your bed,’ I said. Richard had turned bright red, ‘Oh, that!’ he spluttered, ‘It’s my torch. I use it for reading under the covers at night.’ I thought nothing more about it, at the time anyway. But I couldn’t get it off my mind. It didn’t seem it could have been a torch . . . so what could it have been? Shortly after that, Richard, started to get a bit coy about letting me join him in his bed on a Saturday anymore. I was a bit sad about that but my mum just said it’s quite common for boys, and girls, to move on in their lives and change as they grew up. Several months after that curious incident with Richard a cousin of ours, Nick, came to stay with us for a few months whilst his parent’s, my aunt and uncle, had to go abroad for a while as part of their work. I was now in my mid teens I guess. I’d started to masturbate. From what we girls used to talk about (and guess about!) I was now pretty certain that I knew what Richard’s ‘torch’ really was — an erect cock!! I used to fantasise about having been allowed to see it and feel it. It seemed like a missed opportunity that may never be repeated. How wrong I was. Nick was about 4 or 5 years older than me and I kept noticing how he would keep looking at me especially in my chest area where my breasts were starting to grow sizeably. I could have been embarrassed but I wasn’t at all. In fact I felt quite empowered. One morning I was getting ready for school and as I stripped off my nightie I noticed, in my dressing table mirror, Nick peering at me through my slightly opened bedroom door. Naked, as I was, I tried not to turn a hair and, pretending I’d never seen him, continued to dress. On went my navy blue regulation school knickers, my bra, my vest, shirt, tie and, finally, my cardigan. I briefly moved out of Nick’s view and, unseen to him, advanced towards my bedroom door. Pulling it fully open in a flash, I said very matter of factly, ‘Oh, hi there Nick!’. My eyes were immediately drawn down to his groin where there was no mistaking my first hard cock. Nick spluttered as I pulled him into my bedroom and closed the door. ‘So, what are you up to. As if I couldn’t guess,’ I lied. ‘Nothing,’ replied Nick, ‘I just happened to be passing.’ ‘No you weren’t. I was watching you as I got dressed. I wonder how often you done this without me noticing?’ I said. ‘Please don’t tell your mum. They might throw me out!’ he pleaded, ‘I promise I won’t do it again.’ ‘Now that would be a shame,’ I said, ‘I can think of a better solution. Now take your hands away from your cock? Prick? Penis . . . whatever you want to call it and let me look at it.’ Obviously, the shock of being caught out by me had had a rather detrimental affect on the size of it but it was fantastic to see one ‘in the flesh’. ‘Where you masturbating at my bedroom door?’ I asked. ‘Yes. I’m sorry but you just look so very sexy I can’t help but watch you and think about you and, yes, as I do that my cock does get very excited I’m afraid and I just have to rub it.’ ‘So do you have a cum - is that what they call it? — does stuff come out of the end of it and everything?’ I enquired. ‘Usually, I have to scoot back to my bedroom, grab my hankie, and cum into that,’ he replied. ‘OK,’ I said, ‘When I get back from school tonight I think we’ll need to take things a little further. In particular I’ll need to see your cock erect, please. Then I’d like to see you rub it. And then to see your cum come out. OK? Otherwise, I’m sorry, I’ll have to tell mum.’ ‘Oh, don’t do that, Jill. I’ll do anything you want me to do. That’s a promise,’ he pleaded. The whole time I was at school that day I couldn’t really settle and the day seemed endless. My mind was definitely elsewhere and my pussy was both swollen and very wet. I’d never known it like that before. When I got back home Nick was in the house on his own having just had a couple of lectures that day at the College he attended. My mum was out visiting her mum and my brother was at football practice at school. ‘OK, Nick, you still up for what we agreed this morning?’ I asked. ‘Yes, I suppose so,’ he replied hesitatingly. ‘Off we go then.’ I said and we went up to my bedroom. ‘Right,’ I instructed him, ‘Off with your clothes.’ He slowly removed everything and I got up lovely and close to his cock which was, rather disappointingly rather soft. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘Usually I get changed when I get home — but you may know that already — so it may help your cock to get swollen if I took some of my clothes off. Would you like that?’ He nodded his approval of my idea and so I started to remove some of them. I slipped out of my cardigan, took my tie off and undid, and removed my skirt. Sitting on my bed in blouse and knickers seemed to do the trick. ‘Now, that’s better,’ I remarked as Nick started to stroke his cock. By now it was magnificently huge. It’s tip was getting very purple whilst the rest of it was getting a very angry red. ‘I’ll need to get a hanky or tissue to cum into,’ he said. I pulled out a hanky from by dressing table drawer and, going very close to his cock, said, ‘Should I try and catch it?’ ‘You can try,’ he murmured, ‘But it can spray anywhere sometimes!’ With that I noticed the hole in the end of his cock suddenly open and out squirted all his white spunk. Try as I might I couldn’t catch much of it with my stupid little hanky so had to go round the room on all fours wiping up the residue. ‘That was spectacular!’ I exclaimed. ‘Can we do it again sometime. And, maybe, I could take more of my clothes off so you can see my breasts next time. I’ve got so much to learn, Nick, and I think you’re just the person to teach me. Thank you that was wonderful.’ Over the next couple of months that Nick stayed with us he and I had so many sex sessions. Firstly, centred around his lovely cock as I learnt how to touch it, rub it and get it to squirt its cum out. Once or twice I tried sucking his cock. Once, however, whilst doing so he started to cum in my mouth before I, and he, were ready and I got and absolute mouthful which I found a bit hard to deal with. I had tasted it a few days earlier and it was ok but, as I said, a large load was a bit too much so I became a bit wary after that. I gradually exposed more of my body to him letting him play with my breasts, sucking and stroking them which was so exciting. Then after watching me masturbate, firstly, in my knickers then in his full view with my knickers off we moved on to touching my pussy and clitoris, stroking it, rubbing it and, eventually, licking and sucking it (which was lovely) till I had a cum. Eventually, the time was fast approaching for Nick’s parents to return and pick him up. Before that happened I asked him whether he thought we should have a first fuck together? We both thought we should so one afternoon when I returned from school and there was nobody else in the house, except Nick and I, we went into my bedroom and quickly stripped off. As ever, Nick, was beautifully solid in the cock department. He licked and gently rubbed my pussy until it was well juiced up and placed his cock on my pussy lips ready to ease it in. ‘This might hurt a bit,’ he said, ‘As I break through your hymen.’ ‘OK,’I replied as I braced myself. But, for some reason, there was no resistance and his cock quickly filled up my pussy. Slowly, both of us, started to move to enjoy the sensation of cock and pussy rubbing against each other. Regrettably, we couldn’t keep going for long before Nick called out, ‘I’m going to cum, Jill,’ and slid his cock out. Almost immediately I felt the rampant member spattering its load of spunk onto my pussy, tummy and breasts. I quickly stroked my pussy to release my own orgasm. Mmmm!! ‘That was brilliant,’ we both agreed. ‘Thank you, Nick. That’s been the most wonderful set of lessons I’ve ever had. A real education.’ Nick went home two days later. It was very sad for me. I’d undoubtably miss him and although I wasn’t in love with him we’d had such a journey together that I’d never forget him even if we never had any ‘real’ time together again. I now knew so much more about sex. About how to get the most out of it. How to wank myself, how to wank a boy and, now, how to fuck. I realised, also, that I needed to have lots of sex if I could. I desperately wanted to see, fondle, rub and suck boy’s cocks and, especially, have them insert them in my vagina. And, although I hadn’t had an orgasm with Nick’s cock inside me I knew I needed to experience that as soon as I could. At school I wasn’t exactly the most desired girl amongst my classmates, or my year group even, but a couple of boys from the year above me started to hang around me a bit and, eventually, one of them asked me out. Dan, seemed to be a sweet, considerate boy and I quite liked him. He and I agreed to meet up at the local cinema on the following Saturday afternoon. The film was a Western which I wasn’t very keen on to be frank but I did have an ulterior motive that, basically, did not rely on whatever was being shown. No, I wanted his cock! We watched for a while and exchanged a little bit of smalltalk, then he started to snake his arm around me, then leant towards me to give me a kiss. I kissed him back. (This is going to take ages at this rate I thought so I’ll push it on a bit!). Taking his ‘spare’ arm I managed to manipulate his hand onto my breast. I could tell he was a bit taken aback but started to rub my breast rather roughly. I, in the meantime, had placed my hand on the front of his trousers. I removed his hand from my breast and, lifting my skirt a little, guided it up towards my pussy. Poor boy, I think he was rather flummoxed. He didn’t know what to do with his hand or fingers up there. He sort of stroked me on my knickers nowhere near my pussy, or more importantly my clitoris so I tried to make it easier for him by pulling the leg of my knickers to one side and, grabbing his fingers slid them onto and into my pussy. Although his fumbling was not having much of an effect on me it certainly was on him. His cock was trying to burst out of his trousers. So I let it. With my hanky ready (it was up the sleeve of my cardigan) I stroked a reasonable sized cock with a firm grip. He lasted seconds. I felt the first throes of his cum starting and quickly wrapped my hanky around the end of his cock. I think I got most of his spunk but I guess we wouldn’t know that until we got out into the daylight. ‘I’ll let you do it to me if you like, Dan,’ I whispered. ‘What? Do you mean fuck you?’ he gasped. ‘Mmm, I certainly do,’ I replied. Dan and I had a good few times together. A few lovely fucks and plenty of petting when I was on my period. He was kind and gentle. He listened and did his best to please me and, generally, succeeded I’m please to say. He gave my my first fucked cum and I loved it. So much so I could bear him to stop. I came again but he was having to hold back his cum, because neither of us want to risk having a baby, so I had let him out of my pussy for his ejaculation. But I did discover that I could, if I was in the right mood, have multiple orgasms. It was something completely new because when I wanked myself I would sometimes go on and have another one or two but having a cock inside you, making me cum. was very special. Regrettably, Dan and I had to break up when his mum and dad came home early one day and found us fucking each other like mad! Both naked and totally oblivious. Despite the shock of their return Dan must have been so close to cumming that when he pulled his cock out of me, and with his parents standing there, he couldn’t stop his spunk spraying out. Exciting! (to me, anyway). They thought he shouldn’t see me again for some reason. A couple of weeks on from Dan and the unfortunate end to our relationship and when I was reduced to only wank myself (until I found another willing boy) I had a phone call from Nick. He reminded me that the College course he’d been on was to do with film production. I wasn’t quite sure how that affected me but he told me that over the next few weeks he had the loan of lots of camera equipment, lights, and sound equipment with which to produce a film for his final assessment. However, as an ‘extra’, he’d been approached by a guy who made and rented out ‘stag’ films. He reckoned it was a growth market and pretty lucrative. Nick asked if I was still as keen as I had been on sex and would I be interested in making a film with him and a couple of other guys? He said that if I was we’ll meet up somewhere and discuss it in detail. What did I think? Well, I have to say I was quite intrigued so I said I’d get back to him the next day. I thought about it quite a lot that night as I gently wanked myself and, because, I wasn’t yet in another sexual relationship and could fancy a bit something a bit different I decided to say yes. I rang Nick back the next day and said I’d be willing to talk it through with him; what, exactly, it would it entail for instance? We met up at Nick’s parents house one Saturday afternoon. As well as Nick there was a guy called Bob, another called Duncan and a lady called Gwen. First of all they outlined the story — such as it was — where I as a young nymphet schoolgirl (remember I was still at school anyway) was sent on an errand to get some milk for my mother. As I left the shop I was stopped and accused of stealing the milk and forced to go back into the shop. I was threatened with the police and I pleaded with them if they didn’t have me arrested I would do anything they wanted. Consequently, I would have sex with the shopkeeper and two other men who happened to become involved. Nick would be the shopkeeper and would direct the film. Duncan and Bob would be the other two. Gwen, would be there to chaperone me. They told me I would receive a royalty for every copy of the film that was sold or rented out. To be honest I was more interested in being fucked by three men than what I would earn. ‘Right,’ said Nick, ‘Can we just discuss what you would be willing to get involved with on the sex side. Will you fuck?’ ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Wank, suck, let us spray cum on you face, breasts, let us play with your pussy, take two of us at the same time - one fucking, you sucking the other?’ ‘Yes,’ that’ll be ok,’ I thought. ‘If, at anytime, you feel uncomfortable you can halt everything straight away. Gwen will keep an eye on you. And us! OK?’ stated Nick. I was happy enough and looking forward to the experience very much. Arrangements were made to set up the film in a shop belonging to a friend of one of the participants. I was to turn up early on a Sunday morning (shops weren’t able to open on a Sunday in those days), a week later, at 9 o’clock in my school uniform (complete with navy school knickers). I could hardly sleep the night before but I was on the film ‘set’ in good time the next morning as promised. The first part of the film was the set up. The visit to the shop, The accusation of stealing etc. I was very nervous about that side of it but Nick reckoned my nervousness added to the feeling that I’d been falsely accused and was about to suffer dire consequences. Following completion of the first part we moved into the back room of the shop ready to start filming the sex part. Gwen, was lovely, she was reassuring, explained exactly what was going to happen, applied some make up to me and asked me to lower my knickers so she could just apply some special jelly to my pussy so I didn’t get too sore. ‘Duncan, I’m afraid, has got a rather large cock,’ she said, ‘ So we’ll just make sure you can take it when his time comes.’ ‘OK, thanks,’ I said. The first scene involved Nick, as I said, and he started to undress me. Off came my school jumper, then my skirt. Nick moved on to my blouse and gradually unbuttoned it exposing my breasts in my bra. He started to kiss and fondle them and gradually removed my bra. All the while I could feel Nick’s cock getting bigger and bigger. By now, just in my knickers, he undid his trousers and released his cock. It seemed bigger than ever. He thrust it at my mouth and, ever willing, I began to suck it. Nick called for the camera, operated by Gwen, to come in closer on me sucking his cock. ‘Right,’ said Nick, ‘Time to move down onto Jill’s pussy area now. Pull you knickers up quite tight, Jill, so we can see how swollen your pussy is please.’ ‘Do you want me to rub my pussy a bit to get it really swollen, Nick?’ I asked. ‘That would be good, yes please,’ he replied. I started to gently wank myself as Nick also did off camera. ‘Close up please, Gwen,’ directed Nick. I took my hand away from my pussy. Then Nick began to lick and suck my pussy through my knickers. I was aware of the other two men with their cocks out all both well engorged and, yes, Duncan’s cock did look huge! Nick moved my knicker leg to one side as he continued to lick and suck me. Gwen was still filming in close up as Nick gently presented his cock at the opening of my pussy. He slid in. Wow! It was lovely, He started to move slowly and whispered, ‘If you start to have an orgasm, Jill, just let it rip. I’ll not cum inside you so don’t worry about that. The other two are wearing condoms incidentally.’ I did as Nick said, and just started to thoroughly enjoy the whole erotic feeling. The thought of all these people watching me cum was just so exciting I just did begin cumming. ‘Gwen, close up please. I’m just going to cum on Jill knickers. Stand by,’ And woosh! out it shot. Gwen followed its spurts as best she could and then pulled back for a slightly wider view of Nick’s cum soaking into my knickers and running from my tummy and breasts. Nick took over the camera from Gwen as Bob got sucked up to full size by her. The filming restarted. I’d now removed my soaked knickers and Bob presented his condom covered cock for me to suck. I’d never, felt, touched or sucked anyone wearing a condom before so it was an interesting experience. As I was sucking Bob, Duncan appeared at the other side of me with his cock also encased in s condom. How he’d got it on was a bit of a mystery because it was so stretched on his lovely thick cock. Duncan slid his fingers, nice and gently, into my pussy hole and started to wank me. My juices were really flowing by now and as Bob prepared to enter my pussy with his cock I was asked to turn over onto all fours so Bob could enter me in that position. Another experience I’d not had before and it was gorgeous. Nick moved the camera for a close up between Bob’s legs looking up and his cock pounding away at my pussy. I was aware, however, that the feeling of the rubber condom wasn’t a sensitive as the bare flesh of a naked cock. Duncan had moved up to be near my face and presented his gorgeous cock for my to suck. Again a close up for Nick to film. The penetration of one cock in my pussy and one cock in my mouth was more than enough to make me cum again. I couldn’t help but squeal (very hard to do with cock filling your mouth!). We carried on like that for a while then were asked to change positions. Duncan lay down on the bed we were using with his cock pointing skywards and, with Gwen’s help, I was lowered slowly on to it. It took quite a while to do so because, as Gwen said, ‘we don’t want you torn.’ I have to say it was both pleasurable and a bit painful but eventually I got enough of his cock buried in my pussy that I could start to work myself on it. More close up work from Nick then back to a longer shot. Bob, meanwhile, had moved his cock up towards my face and, having now removed his condom asked me to suck it. I did. My pussy beautifully impaled on Duncan’s cock was really, really enjoying itself. As I got nearer and nearer my orgasm I started to sink lower and lower onto his cock. And I came. Wow! Did I cum. Loads of my girl spunk dribbled out of me as I couldn’t bear to finish my cum and kept riding him. Eventually, it subsided and I eased myself off Duncan’s fantastic cock with Gwen’s help. I couldn’t help but notice that she, too was now naked. Strange I thought. Maybe she was having a wank. Duncan took off his condom so now I had two cocks to suck. Sucking and wanking them in turn I could tell both the guys were getting close to cumming. And, absorbed as I was with the prospect of two lots of cum squirting on to me I was astonished to feel someone licking my pussy. Nick was definitely holding the camera as he homed in on the two cocks and my sucking mouth so it must be Gwen. Whatever, it was very nice. Soothing after all the heavy traffic it had been subject too recently. Gwen circled on my clitoris as I sucked on the two cocks and, not surprisingly, I came once more. It was lovely but I couldn’t fully enjoy it as I had a job to finish. Bob was marginally first. He splattered his spunk on my mouth and some on my forehead. I was happy enough to clean the spunk from the head of his spent cock but I couldn’t manage to swallow all his cum. Duncan started his final throes. Out his spunk spurted, bursting out at speed and in great quantity. Most of it was spayed onto my breasts but, again, I quite liked licking the residue spunk off the end of his cock. And that was it. The three boys did some extra bits of filming supposedly of their faces as they came then we all got dressed. ‘Is your pussy ok, Jill?’ asked Gwen. ‘I think so,’ I replied. ‘Just rub a little bit of this lubricant into it now and I think you’ll not be too bad. And by the way, just give me your knickers and I’ll wash them for you so you won’t have explain how you’ve got Nick’s spunk on them,’ said Gwen. I asked whether I’d ever get to see the film and they said that they’d try and arrange that. They told me that two separate films would be created from the film we had made today. One would be edited in such a way that you’d never see cocks, pussies and spunk and this would be for the stag film market whilst the other film would find its way onto the pornography market. ‘I’ll get your knickers back to you when we see you next. OK?’ said Gwen. I left them then and I must say it was the most sex I’d ever had in one day. And the greatest sex I’d ever had too! A couple of weeks later I got a call from Nick to tell me that the film was ready to be viewed if I still wanted to do that. ‘Yes, please,’ I replied. Nick lived in a nearby town so the discussion led to where to meet. My mum and dad where going out for the evening in a couple of days time so Nick arranged to borrow a car and call on me with projector in tow. I would provide the white wall to project onto courtesy of my bedroom. I mentioned to my parents that Nick, who was their nephew, was popping in to see me so all was set. Nick arrived and quickly set up the projector in my room. Loaded the film and got ready to run it. ‘Nearly forgot, Jill,’ he said, and handed me a brown paper package. Inside I found the navy blue school knickers that I’d worn for the film. ‘Thanks, Nick. And Gwen of course.’ ‘Actually,’ said Nick, ‘Gwen was so taken with your knickers she wore them on a few occasions. Hope you don’t mind. I mentioned how they had played an important part in our sex education if you remember.’ ‘Of course I do. And I’m quite excited by Gwen wearing them,’ I said. Nick started the film. It was amazing. Watching myself taking three large cocks (one rather extra large) in my hands, my mouth and my pussy was just so very erotic my pussy just juiced up. I reached across to Nick’s jeans and, sure enough, he felt exactly the same it would appear. I opened his flies and extracted his cock. It was well excited. Not to be outdone Nick reached under my skirt, slipped his hand down my knickers and started rubbing my pussy. As the film reached its climax (me taking spunk from both Bob and Duncan) we also reached our individual climaxes. Nick’s spunk flew out from his cock and landed on the carpet (bit of cleaning required there I thought) whilst I just had an unbelievable cum on Nick’s fingers and hand. As Nick was leaving I thanked him for so many unbelievable experiences. Our sexual education together, the film and finally our mutual masturbation that evening. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I should be thanking you, Jill, You’ve been brilliant and who knows where we’ll all go next? But I hope it’s going to be as exciting as the journey we’ve both been on so far.’ ‘You can say that again,’ I replied.

My Boyfriend, My Neighbor and Me My boyfriend is a college student and is often busy working on assignments so, he is unable to stay over. This was one of those nights. Despite my pleas for him to stay so we could fool around, he just kissed me and out the door he went. I wanted him and he knew it. Damn! He does this to me on purpose. Now what am I going to do? I guess I will just have to wait until tomorrow night. I sat down on the couch and started to flip through the channels on the TV when I heard my neighbor start the shower. My thoughts were quickly diverted to thinking of her. We don’t really know each other very well but are friendly with each other whenever we run into one another. I have thought about her before, but tonight for some reason, I found my thoughts more arousing. Tara is a cute girl, about 5’2”, maybe 110 dripping wet; I would love to see her dripping wet. She has a tight little ass and perfectly formed B cups with perky little nipples. I know this because I have seen her running around without a bra and only a tight tank top to keep them covered. Mmmm, to rub that ass…and suck on those tits... If only I could get her to come over here and hang out for awhile I bet I could convince her to let me lick her pussy too. I suddenly become aware of the wetness in my panties and my pussy is starting to tingle. I can’t help myself so I slowly slide my hand across my flat belly, under my waistband and into my panties. Oh, my, I am so unbelievably wet! My clit is so swollen and hot! I began tickling my clit with my fingers, spreading my juices all over my pussy as I imagined Tara licking it all up. It didn’t take long and my body began to tighten and I launched into a whirling orgasm. My pussy was pulsing and began gushing into my panties. As I looked down at the now visible wet spot on my jeans, I decided it was time for me to go upstairs to my room where I could get more comfortable. **************** I told Mitch about my fantasy and he was quite intrigued about the idea of me getting Tara into bed. Over the next couple of weeks, I continued to fantasize about Tara and what it would be like to get her into bed with Mitch and me. I made a point of running into her so we could chat a bit more and I could convince her to come over and hang out sometime. Finally, on a Friday evening, I ran into Tara and asked her if she had any plans for the evening. Mitch was working so it was the perfect time for Tara and me to hang out and chat about “girl stuff”. Tara didn’t have any plans either and suggested we pick up some vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice and grapefruit juice to make sex on the beach. We each had a couple and after we smoked a little, the conversation flowed as if we had known each other for years. “I wish I had the time to meet someone. I haven’t had sex in over eight months.” I almost couldn’t believe what I just heard. This is your chance. Don’t screw it up. “That sucks. But, look on the bright side; men can be difficult to deal with sometimes. Look at the relationship I have with Mitch. He is busy with college and that means I have plenty of nights that I have to satisfy myself because he isn’t here.” She looked at me and smiled a little. “I keep my pussy trimmed up just in case something comes up and I manage to get lucky. This morning I even shaved it bald. But, now I’m starting to wonder why I bother. It’s not like I go out anywhere to meet anyone,” She said. “Really? You shaved it completely bald?” I was blown away by this conversation and was already becoming aware of my own pussy getting wet. “Yeah, smooth as a babies butt. Check it out.” She unzipped her pants and pulled down the front of her panties revealing her nicely shaved pussy. “Go ahead, feel how smooth that is.” I didn’t really need her to tell me a second time, but didn’t want to seem too anxious either. I slowly reached across and lightly touched her with my fingers. As I touched her, she shuddered lightly with pleasure. Our eyes met. I had this overwhelming desire to kiss her and leaned in slightly. She met me half way and our lips locked in the most tantalizing way. I continued to rub her pussy in small circles. I slowly moved my hand further into her panties until I was able to touch her clit with my fingers. Tara let out a sigh. “Oh, my, that feels incredible. Let me help you with that.” Tara pushed her pants down revealing her entire pussy. My heart was pounding. We continued kissing and I continued to pay special attention to her clit. She was very wet and her clit felt so nice under my fingers. Playing with her little button and feeling her wriggle got me so excited. I was soaking my own panties with cum. I helped Tara unbutton my pants and pull my panties down. She immediately pulled away from me as she slid down and started licking my pussy. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Oh, this is like heaven…don’t stop licking my pussy. Her tongue twirled around my clit softly at first and then she sucked my clit into her mouth. With a moan, she tickled my clit with the tip of her tongue and slid her finger into my throbbing pussy. That was it…I’m a squirter, and I was squirting my juices right into her mouth! “That’s it…squirt that cum. I bet Mitch can’t do that to you.” Just then the front door popped open. Oh, shit! Who the hell? Quickly grabbing for our pants, Tara and I realize Mitch is walking through the door. We both let out a sigh. “Hi, honey… You are home early…um, look who’s here…” “Yes, and it looks like I’m just in time too. I’ve been watching for a few minutes through the window and it looks to me that you girls could use a hand.” “Shit, I forgot the shades were open!” “Don’t worry, I got that. You girls go right back to what you were doing; I’m going to get this pizza smell off of me and then I can give you girls what you really need.” With that, Tara went back to licking the hell out of my pussy. I could see Mitch’s hard on through his work pants. He slightly pinched the head of his cock and made an adjustment as he hurried up the stairs to the shower. Hurry up and finish that shower. The thought of knowing that he knew I was downstairs getting my pussy licked by our cute little neighbor made me even hotter. I shot my cum all over her face this time. She tried to swallow it all, but she almost looked like she had been in the shower by the time Mitch got back. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I saw Mitch just watching Tara lick my pussy. I could see his cock rising in his boxers as he started to rub his balls. Lightly stroking his shaft; I knew he really wanted to put his cock in Tara’s exposed pussy. “Come on over here,” I said to him. “Go ahead, I know you want to touch her pussy. It’s been awhile for her and I think Tara should get what she has been missing. “Mmmm,” Mitch moves closer holding his cock in one hand and reaching out to touch Tara’s smooth little pussy with the other. “You girls are really fucking hot!” With one flick of his hand, Mitch had his cock out of his boxers and was stroking the hell out of it. “Go ahead, put that cock inside her; fuck her!” Mitch knew I meant what I said and immediately complied to my demands, and with one thrust slid his cock deep inside Tara’s pussy. She shuddered with pleasure. As I watched her eyes roll back inside her head, I pulled her upward as Mitch made a slow, powerful thrust inside her. I grabbed her lips with mine; held her close. Feeling Mitch’s balls brushing against my pussy as he thrust in and out of her made me come again. Tara bit my lip and started to tense up as she was reaching full orgasm too. Mitch was still thrusting his cock in and out of Tara but now in slow rhythmic strokes. I knew it wasn’t going to take him too much longer to finish and I was determined to make this last as long as possible. “You like that baby? You like your cock in her soft little pussy?” “Oh, yeah…this is what I have been waiting for…” “Don’t get too excited yet…now it’s my turn; I want to lick those sweet juices off that pussy.” With that said, Mitch slowly pulled his cock out of Tara and stepped aside, grabbing a hold of his hard shaft, he began stroking it as he watched me roll Tara over onto her back. I continued kissing her as I reached between her legs and fingered her cum slick clit. As she began to moan with more pleasure, I lifted off her shirt with the other hand to expose her soft supple breasts. I slowly licked my way down to those beautiful brown nipples as I ran my hands along her soft skin. Tara let out a sigh and then a moan as I took one into my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue. I made my way down to her navel and buried my face between her thighs. As I started to lick her swollen clit, she reached out to Mitch’s cock and opened her mouth. “Bring that over here; I want to suck on that cock!” I just nodded to Mitch and without saying a word he let her take control of stroking his cock. Then with one stroke, she took his entire cock into her mouth. Mmmm, she tastes so sweet. Fuck…I can’t stop watching her suck my boyfriends cock! I reach between my legs to play with my own clit just as I begin squirting my juices once again. “That’s right; you squirt that pussy juice in your hand,” Mitch moans. Tara releases her mouth grip on his stiffened cock and begins tapping it on her face. I reach up with my cum covered hand and let Mitch lick the sweet juices from my fingers. “Fuck me again,” Tara pleads with a lustful glaze in her eyes. “Fuck her; I want to watch you fuck that pussy.” Mitch quickly trades places with me and drives his cock inside her throbbing pussy. I position myself so that I can have a good view of Mitch’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy and play with my clit and Tara’s at the same time. Tara soon starts to stiffen and lets out a cry of pleasure. As Mitch begins to climax, he pulls out, and strokes his stiffness swiftly. Tara wriggles beneath his pulsing cock as his hot cum shoots onto her swollen clit and up to her bobbing breasts. I think we might be seeing more of Tara….

Hi everyone. This is my first story post so be gentle. This is the first of, hopefully, a long story line. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to post comments or suggestions. The dark room was illuminated only by the images playing on the computer screen. The video constantly altered the look of the room, still only giving light to a small porting while leaving the rest in shadows. Jason sat in his chair in only his boxers, starring intensely at the computer sitting on his desk. He had an earpiece connected to the computer in his left ear. This way he could listen to all the audio while still listening for his family if they started to wake up. Jason was a 17-year-old high school student, five foot ten, and about 150 pounds. He had black hair in a buzz cut with intense blue eyes. He had some muscle tone from using the school’s gym. He was an exceptional student and was well like with the faculty. Every day he put on the fa?e of a model student with a big smile so that the teachers would leave him be. They only had time for the trouble students, and they needed it. At the moment he was indulging in his favorite nighttime pastime. The screen had a video of a woman having sex with three different men. She was riding the cock of one of the men cowgirl style while giving the other two hand jobs, alternating sucking off both of them. The man below her was rapidly thrusting his cock up into her, causing her to bounce up and down almost off his dick. The other two had already cum on her face, covering it with sperm. She might have been crying from the combination of pleasure and physical exertion, but it would have been hard to tell. Jason wasn’t touching himself just yet. He always liked to tease himself to insure a good rise. He sat as though he was a stature, not moving and almost never blinking, not wanting to miss a second. He could almost feel his blood boil inside himself before he would let himself feel pleasure. After two more loads of cum being dumped onto the girl’s face and her screaming climax, the video ended. Jason wasted no time in pulling up another video pre-loaded to the height of the scene. This one had a man blindfolded and tied down to a bead in a spread eagle position. Another man was deep-throating his cock enthusiastically (To Jason, sex was sex. Doesn’t matter who its with). Jason finally let his dick free from the confines of his boxers and began stroking it. It was already at its full length of 7 inches and he rubbed all of it. The head of the man became a blur as it rapidly sucked off the restrained man. By the sounds he was making, it was no mystery he was enjoying the blow job. After several minutes of intense sucking the man tightened up, thrust his hips up and loudly grunted as a massive amount of cum sprayed out of his dick into his partners mouth. The partner tried to swallow it all, but much of it spilled out around his mouth as he choked on it; the camera got a good close up of that. With his free hand, Jason quickly brought up the next video while keeping up the fast pace of jerking off he had built up. This one had a young blond tied up in a hogtie while being suspended from the ceiling. She was being rapidly fucked by a man with an overly large penis most likely touching her cervix. At the same time, her mouth was being forced onto a dildo strap-on being worn by a dominatrix. “Do you like that you little slut? Being fucked by two huge cocks?” The dominatrix taunted the blond while grabbing her ponytail and violently face-fucking her. The girl looked up with pleading eyes and a barely audible “yes” escaped her dildo-filled mouth. The video continued liked this as Jason neared his climax, pumping his blood filled member harder and harder. Seeing that the girl was nearing climax the two doms stopped their assault, holding both their dicks inside her. “I want to hear you beg for it you cock sucking whore!” The female roughly pulled on her hair while holding her head in place on the dildo. With tears in her eyes the girl desperately tried to answer but was cut off from the toy. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” The Dom finally pulled her off and the girl screamed her pleas while she could. “PLEASE, PLEASE MISTRESS FUCK ME! IM SUCH A FUCKING SLUT PLEASE FUCK ME!” That was all the encouragement the two Doms needed and resumed their fucking at full force until the girl cried out in orgasm. That was the edge for Jason. He griped his dick and gritted his teeth as he shot jets of cum out onto his desk. The pleasure washed over him as he quickly recalled the images he’d seen in his head. He stayed like that for a moment, riding the high of his orgasm until it faded. When it did, he leaned back into his seat and took in a deep breath. There was something calming with the feeling you get after a great cum. Suddenly, Jason heard a slow clapping behind him. Startled, Jason quickly swung around and attempted to cover himself up. There was a girl, about 20 years old, leaning against the wall opposite him slowly applauding him. She had long, black hair, about five foot eight with C-cup breasts. She wore a short black skirt that barely covered her thighs and a red blouse that came down to her navel with a deep neckline, showing off her cleavage. “Holy Shit! Who the fuck are you? How did you get in my house?” The mysterious woman stopped clapping and lightly laughed, “My my, that was quite the performance. I must say I haven’t seen that much passion and energy in a long time.” ‘What the hell? She was watching me?’ Jason thought to himself. The woman looked past him at the computer, “You have pretty good tastes too.” Jason realized he hadn’t shut off the video and it was still playing. He stood up and blocked her view of the screen. “I said who the fuck are you? Tell me or I’m going to call the police.” Jason commanded in a stern tone. She laughed again, “Who I am isn’t important right now. What is important…” She rushed towards Jason in a few quick steps. Caught off guard, Jason stepped back to defend himself but fell back into his chair instead. She put both arms on the desk behind Jason, trapping him. “…is who YOU are.” Jason looked up into her eyes, still startled, and saw they were glowing faintly red. “What the hel-” Jason was caught off as the woman kissed him deeply. For a moment, he was too shocked to push her away. Jason tried to collect himself but something happened. In seconds a huge amount of blood rushed from his head and he became fully erect in an instant. Jason completely forgot about the situation and became overcome with an intense desire to sexually ravish this woman. Jason began returning the kiss with an equal amount of force and wrapped his arms around her. Their tongs swirled around in each other’s mouths, as it seemed they could not share enough saliva. Without breaking the kiss, Jason leaned down and wrapped his arms around her legs and picked her up while standing up out of the chair. He carried her over to his bed on the other side of the room and threw her down. A wicked smile spread across her mouth as she propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at him, her eyes still glowing red. Jason was panting, wanting nothing more than to have his way with this sexy woman. But he was able to stop and think for a moment, ‘What the hell is going on? What is this?’ She spread her legs on the bed, hiking up her skirt and did the ‘come here’ gesture with her finger. Jason shoved his thoughts aside and dove on top of her, continuing their kiss. This time it was even more intense. Both of them seemed to touch each other everywhere at once, constantly grasping and touching. Jason grabbed the insides of her shirt and in one jerk, tore it open and sent the buttons flying in all directions. She had no bra on and her nipples already stood at full attention. Jason began kneading them in his hand, feeling the soft flesh between his fingers. He took both her nipples and pinched them, hard. This made her gasp in pleasure as it sent sparks through her body. Jason broke the kiss and placed his mouth on her right nipple, licking and sucking on it while flicking the other one. She continued to give gasps of approval and held his head with her hand. Jason wasted no time furthering his exploration and grasped her skirt with his free hand. In another smooth quick motion, he pulled down her pants and flung them across the room, again revealing no underwear. She smiled to herself, amused with his enthusiasm. Giving no warning, Jason plunged two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy. He thrust his fingers in and out of her at a speed he didn’t think he could accomplish. She threw her head back in a silent scream, suddenly overcome with stimulation. He switched his attention on her nipples, now sucking on the left while flicking and pinching the right. He continued this on the sexy stranger while she whispered words of encouragement into his ear. “Yes, that’s it. More, More!” Jason then added another finger and picked up the pace, making sure to hit all the right spots. Another minute of mad hammering and she reached a breaking point. She grabbed Jason’s head and arched her back and cried out as she exploded with cum all over Jason’s hand. When she fell back down onto the bead Jason looked down at her. He had a look of mad lust in his eyes and his cock was twitching in anticipation. He opened up her legs and positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. Again without warning, he thrust with the entire weight of his body into her, filling her with his entire length. Her pussy clamped down around his dick and still felt silky and divine. “Ah! O god yes!” She cried out, grabbing his shoulders. She looked deep into his eyes again and said two words, “Fuck me.” With that, Jason put all of his strength towards fucking the hell out of this woman. He grabbed her legs and pounded in and out of her pussy, forcing lubrication to spill out between them. The sounds of flesh smacking together filled the room as he continually forced his entire member into her. He felt as if he was going to pass out from the feeling of fucking this tight wet cunt. They both began to gasp and grunt with each thrust, being completely consumed by the pleasure of their fucking. While still filling her, Jason lifted her up while kneeling on the bed and began bouncing her up and down on his juicy meat. While in this vertical position, they began their passionate kissing again. A sheen of sweat coated both of them from not letting their bodies take a single second of rest. This provided another source of lubrication, allowing them to slide up and down on each other with even more speed. The woman clawed at Jason’s back and bit his tong as if feral. This, however, did not slow Jason’s assault. The pain merely added to the sea of pleasure he was in. Feeling himself nearing orgasm, Jason wanted this orgasm to be the most intense he ever had. In another feat of surprising strength, he again wrapped his arms around the woman and stood up on the bed, carrying her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waste, providing no escape for his penis. With a loud grunt he shoved her body against the wall the bed was set against. She gave a audible scream as his overly-engorged dick stretcher her and filled every inch of her cunt, hitting every pleasure nerve possible. He put his hands under her knees and spread her legs apart. He looked up at her and smiled, which she returned. He slowly pulled out of her until only the tip remained. With an inhuman strength he plunged into her, pressing their bodies as close as possible. With a few more thrusts of the same caliber, they finally could hold on no longer. “O FUCK! I’M CUUUMIIIIIING!” the woman cried out. Jason dug his nails into her leg and held himself inside her. The feeling of her cunt convulsing around his hot dick pushed him over. “O SHIT!” He yelled as the orgasm overcame him and a gallon of cum sprayed out. Their combined fluids spilled out of her vagina and pooled around Jason’s feet. They simply basked in the overwhelming pleasure they felt while locked together. Finally, Jason’s legs gave out and he fell back against the bed, taking the girl with him. She, however, caught herself with her hands. She pulled herself up off Jason’s dick and the rest of their cum came rushing out. Jason simply lay limp on his bed. His arms were shaking and was panting like he had just finished a marathon. The woman stood over him and showed no signs of fatigue as if nothing had happened. “What…was that?” Jason asked breathlessly. The woman smiled, “That was your audition, and you passed.”

Many years ago, I was completely in love with my best friend Jim. Actually, I was first friends with his wife but knew they weren’t happy. She would tell me all the time that he was a sex machine, always wanting it and with crazy positions. Every time I was in between boyfriends, I would wonder what Jim’s cock would feel like in my pussy. I never acted on it out of my loyalty to his wife. I knew he cheated a lot and sometimes I thought it was with her blessings. He called me one day to tell me that she had finally left him. Went off to Paris to find herself and wasn’t sure if she was coming back. I figured I would let him mourn a bit and then I would see if he had any interest in me. Well that might have been a mistake as Jim decided to chase anything in a skirt, anything except me. Now Jim was a very handsome man. Dark hair and bright blue eyes. He had a killer smile and a body to die for. He knew he was sexy as hell and sure had many women all over him. I decided that I would stay as his buddy since some of Jim was better than no Jim. I guess I forgot to introduce myself…. My name is Gemma, I think my mom was stoned when I was born (her being a flower child and all and meant to say Jenna but mumbled Gemma instead). I am short, around 5’3, with a big chest (34 D) and blonde hair. I have been told I have a great body by men and women alike. So, Jim and I stayed buddies and dated and fucked other people. One thing we always fought about was sports. We were not originally from the same area and didn’t agree on one sports team. I loved the Indianapolis Colts with a passion while he was a Charger’s fan. YUCK. One Sunday we were at the bar watching football when of course we got into our usual disagreement about which team was better. He bet me a very expensive bottle of wine that his team would have a better record than mine. I joked that I would take that bet and raise him presenting it naked. He laughed and said I was on! Of course, both teams did shitty that year, but my colts just squeaked by with a better record. I was getting a very expensive bottle of wine and I got to see Jim naked at the same time. Everyday I was wet with anticipation that he was going to come over and strip off his clothes. Every shower found me shaving my pussy oh so bare since I knew that’s the way he liked it. Every night found me playing with myself and my rabbit vibrator thinking that tomorrow was the day. Well tomorrow never seemed to be the day and a full month went by before I called him screaming that I wanted my wine. Jim told me to come over the next day after he finished his yard work and he would present me with my wine. I think I frigged myself all night in sweet anticipation of finally seeing the penis that his ex-wife said was a monster. I know I had two fingers up my pussy and my rabbit on my clit in a continuous orgasm during that sleepless night. I was an exhausted freaking mess. I tentatively knocked on his back door later that day and willed my pussy to stop dripping through the sexiest pair of panties I bought just for this occasion. He opened the door butt naked and I almost fainted. While he wasn’t hard yet, he was freaking beautiful. Now I know male genitalia isn’t usually described as pretty but his penis staring at me made my nipples grow hard and my pussy leak. He was big and very thick and very very manscaped. I licked my lips in delight and hoped I would be able to wrap my lips around that shaft later. Well sooner rather than later, I had waited for years. He turned around and he fake tattooed the Colts logo right smack dab on his butt. I just started laughing and grabbed my bottle of wine. Figuring it was now or never I grabbed his butt and asked to see that logo to make sure it was official. He asked if I wanted to take a pic and I said yes. I put my face right down by his butt and snapped a picture. I noticed his penis started to get hard and I leaned over and stroked it with my hand. He started to moan and I reached under his butt and rubbed his balls. He turned around and asked if I was sure. There was nothing I was more sure of right then and there. If that man wasn’t inside of me, I was going to combust. He scooped me up and put me on his kitchen table and started to unbutton my pants while I tore off my shirt. He commented on how sexy my bra and panties were before they were torn off my body. He opened my legs and started kissing around my thighs. I was in heat moving on the table like a crazy person. He finally put his mouth right on my clit and I arched my back right off that table. I literally saw stars. My pussy completely flooded all over his mouth and I found myself shouting how much I needed him. He added two fingers up my pussy and watched me explode in a haze of bright lights. He sat down on the bar stool while I tried to land back on earth. I just stared up at his kitchen celling for a bit wondering if I could ever cum down from that high. I finally leaned up on my elbows with my legs still spread wide on his table, my juices leaking out under my ass. I watched him stroking his penis and finally blurted out that I wondered if he tasted as good as he looked. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the table right in front of him and told me to let him know. I quickly got off the table and kneeled right in front of his crotch. I deeply inhaled the scent coming off of his body and felt my weary body zinging back to life. I kissed up his left knee and kept on my upward march until I was staring at his weeping penis. I licked off the pre cum marveling in the taste of him. I was about to suck Jim’s cock into my mouth. I had wanted this forever and now it was happening. I kissed around his balls and blew a quick kiss on his asshole. I was so tonguing that baby later. I kissed up his shaft and gobbled his giant dick in my mouth. I worshipped his cock with my mouth. How long had I dreamed about this cock right where it was? I kept thinking this better not be a dream. He pulled me up and positioned my soaking wet vagina right over his enlarged head. Finally, he lowered me down and I felt his body joining mine. God, I had never felt so full. How on earth did his ex-wife not want this up her pussy all the time. He bounced me on his dick and I felt my boobs flying in his face. He lifted me up so his cock was holding me up and walked me over to his couch. I could not keep my legs spread enough for him. I needed him so far up me. He sat down on the couch and told me to turn around. I had never had sex like this so I was unsure until he slid back up my pussy and told me this was reverse cowgirl. he kept one hand on my boob and the other on clit as he jerked up deep in my body. I leaned over putting my hands on his knees and tried to watch his penis going in and out of my vagina. I could feel his planted dick hitting my cervix and I knew nothing had ever been so far in me. He whispered in my ear that he couldn’t hold on much longer as he wanted to fuck me for years. Hearing that I just burst again on his dick screaming out his name. He followed soon after exploding his creamy cum right up into my waiting womb. We stayed sitting on the couch joined in our laps and he started kissing my neck. He whispered how he was still hard and wanted another go at me. He kept me in the same position and pumped up into my body some more. I had never had that happen before. Usually when guys come, it’s all over. He flipped us over and got on top of me in the missionary position and quickly put his dick back up my pussy. He humped hard up into me grabbing my breasts at the same time. The feel of his pelvis bone on my clit made me scream out in surrender. His balls kept hitting my ass and I knew we were both about to go over that hill again. We shouted out our release at the same time and I thought my bones were jelly at that point. We ended up fucking all weekend and yes, I did give him a rim job and he did fuck my ass. There was never talk of birth control and all acts ended with a creampie in my unprotected pussy. It wasn’t too much of a surprise a few weeks later when the pregnancy test turned up positive. We stayed friends with benefits on and off throughout my pregnancy. But he wasn’t the type to stay faithful and I wasn’t sure I wanted to share him. Our daughter was the spitting image of him and we went on to have another child two years later. Our son has the middle name Colt, but I doubt we will tell him the real reason he is named that.

I still remember how it all happened. It was one of the moments I will always remember for the rest of my life, nothing could take this memory away. I still remember every single detail as if it was still fresh in my mind. I was a local writer for a paper in a small city town in southern Washington. Nothing big ever really happened, so there was never really anything to write about. So needless to say my boss sent me to some small southern town all the way out in Georgia. Yes, you heard me right, Georgia. There were a string of murders that had happened and strange things I guess had been going on. My boss figured if I got a really good story that maybe we could start selling our papers to bigger cities. I had just arrived in Mystic Falls, a small town in Georgia. The kind of town where everybody knows everyone. There was a nice cool breeze and you could hear the leaves scraping against the pavement as the wind brushed them against the ground. The leaves had already started changing colors. It seemed like this town was built back in the 1800’s. You could still see all the old buildings still standing. It really was a beautiful town. But there was just something about this town, I just couldn’t figure out what yet. I went to go check in to the local hotel. I was walking down the street looking at all of the tiny shops, I could smell pie as I was walking and taking in all of the scenery, I didn’t see what was in front of me. “Oh, my gosh I am so sorry!” I accidentally ran right into a young man. He looked about twenty-five. He had dark black hair that was somewhat shaggy that laid lazily on his head. His dark eyes could pierce through anything. He was in a black leather jacket with a matching black top underneath. Dark blue jeans with a pair of sleek black shoes. “Oh it’s quite all right. I wasn’t paying attention either, do forgive me.” His voice was almost hypnotizing. Dark and low, it made me want to know him. I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. “You aren’t from around here,” he said with a quizzical look on his face. “Oh I uhm, I.. I oh I am from Washington. I am here to write an article.” I could barely talk, I was so taken by him. What was it about him that made him seem so powerful? “An article? On our town? What is so intriguing about our town that they would send you all this way?” His face was smooth as he talked. “Oh just, well the recent murders. My boss wants me to cover that story, he seems to think we can expand our customers with this story.” His face changed as I said this. “Oh yes, quite tragic. Did you hear what actually happened to them though? What the cause of death was?” My chest was beating fast, I could hardly think. “Well tomorrow I am supposed to go and talk to the coroner.” He simply looked at me and nodded. He opened his mouth to speak again. “Well do forgive me but I must be on my way. Perhaps I will see you again sometime soon.” I looked away because I could feel my face was all flustered. “Yes perhaps..” As I turned around I realized that he was gone. I sighed and kept walking towards my destination. I checked into my hotel and retired for the day. Tomorrow was going to be quite a long day for me and I needed my rest. Today was the day. I was going to head to the coroner’s office and then go talk to the police. I needed to get this article finished. I had a dream about that guy last night. I wish I could have gotten his name. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. In my dream, I was walking along a beach and he just kept following me from behind. All I could see was his eyes though. I shook the thoughts out of my head and continued along my way. I needed to concentrate. I saw the office out of the corner of my eye.. I walked into the building and looked around. It was a dim lit and looked very sulky. A plump little man popped out from around the corner. “Yes may I help you?” He looked really tired and sounded like it too. “Yes, I am Jessica. I was sent down here from Washington.” “Oh yes, you are here to do the article, all right follow me.” He turned the corner and I hurried to keep up with him. “I hope you have a strong stomach.” He opened the doors into the morgue and I followed. There were bodies all lined up on the tables. My stomach started to knot up. “Okay well biggest details are that there are wounds in the neck and the body is drained of blood.” I gave him a weird look. “What do you mean drained of blood?” “Well there is no more blood in the body and the only open wounds on the body are the two holes in the neck.” I looked at the bodies and I could see the holes he was talking about. It seemed like hours before I finally got out of there. I decided that I would talk to the police tomorrow. I was tired and worn out. I just, I can’t believe what I had heard about those bodies. Drained? Of all their blood? What had happened to all the blood? Who could do such a thing? My mind was racing. I needed to calm down and relax. I decided to hit up the town bar. I debated whether or not I should go back to the hotel and change, but then I decided what I was wearing was just fine. I was in tight blue jeans with a brown top and a light white coat. I walked into the bar a little tiny place called the mystic grill. I could use a drink. I sat on a stool right up front. “Can I get you something?” The bartender asked me. “Rum on the rocks please.” I took a look around the bar while waiting for my drink. “It’s good to see you again.” I turned around. It was him. The mystery man I dreamt about. He was wearing the same striking outfit that he pulled off yesterday, but a different colored shirt. It was white and matched his dark colored pants. “Hey, I was hoping to run into you again!” I said it before I could think and I could feel my face turn red. I didn’t want him to know that I had been thinking about him. He let out a tiny laugh, “Oh don’t worry I was hoping to run into you too.” He sat down next to me and ordered a drink. “How about a toast?” He said looking right into my eyes. “Sure, a toast to what?” I said, my chest started pounding again. “Hmm, how about a toast to, you.” He took a sip of his drink. I followed and took a gulp of mine. I let out a tiny giggle. “Why a toast to me?” He smiled, “Well we don’t get many visitors in our town, especially beautiful ones like you.” I could feel my face blushing even more. “How about we get out of here and go for a walk?” I smiled and replied, “I would love to.” He held out his hand and I reached out to meet my hand with his. “By the way, my name is Damon.” Damon, what a name. “I’m..” “Jessica right?” Before I could even finish he answered for me. “Yes, how did you know that though?” I was curious how he knew my name. “Well when you live in such a small town news travels fast.” He let out a laugh and continued laughing. I held onto his hand and followed him out into the dark night. “So how is your article coming along?” He turned to look at me as we walked against the pavement along the lit up streets hand in hand. “Well I have started gathering information but I haven’t really started writing anything yet. Kind of creepy though about what happened. I have no idea how this article is going to come out.” He turned to look away. “Well, they are drained of blood and have puncture wounds in their neck, what do you think happened?” He asked me with a curious tone in his voice. “I really have no idea.” He all of a sudden darted into another direction. “Follow me, I want to show you something.” Up ahead I could see a forest, a path leading into the dark woods. “We aren’t going in there are we?” I asked nervously. “No worries, I will keep you safe.” He held onto me tighter and we entered into the forest. We followed the path to a clearing. The field was lit up by the stars above. It was completely beautiful and romantic. “It’s so beautiful,” I said as I looked up at the stars. “Yes, I love coming here. It helps me take my mind off of things.” I turned to look at him, “So, what do you think happened to those bodies?” He gave me a weird look. “That is quite the change of subject. I don’t think you want to know what I am thinking.” He poured out a small smile from his lips. “Well of course I do!” I looked at him waiting for his answer. His lips opened. “Vampires.” I laughed and put on a smile. “No, I am serious.” I kept laughing. He turned his head towards me and his eyes glowed dark. I felt a sense of fear start to posses me. His lips pursed open and I could see fangs glistening in the moonlight. Dark veins etched against his soft white face. I let out a scream and made a run for it. I didn’t know where I was going I just knew that I had to get out of there. “Where are you going?” His voice was teasing. He appeared right in front of me. I turned and ran the other way, running as fast as I could, trying to keep my feet moving. “You aren’t going to be able to get away.” He jumped right in front of me and grabbed me by my arms. I struggled to get away. I could feel his power glowing from him. He was like no other man I had ever seen before. He was a beautiful mystical creature possessing me in the night. His eyes were so dark, I felt myself being lost in his gaze. I let my body loose and fell into his opening arms. He held me close and looked into my eyes. Speaking to me. I don’t know what he was saying. It was as if he was speaking in a completely different language. I could see his fangs just behind his lips. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, shivers running down my spine. He put his hand on the back of my neck as if to calm me. He looked into my eyes, he leaned in for a kiss. I let my head lean in and I laid my lips upon his. I felt a fire roar within my chest. I was floating, I couldn’t feel my feet on the ground. I was completely taken by his kiss. I could feel his tongue teasing my lips. I stood there both of my hands down by my hips. His body was against mine as he kissed me. He placed one of his hands against my face as his tongue slid in and out of my mouth. His other hand moved from the back of my neck to the side of my neck. His fingers traced the vein in the side of my neck. I could feel my body pulsing with each one of his touches. His fangs would catch my bottom lip as he kissed me. I could feel my pussy start to throb a little. He stopped kissing me and just looked into my eyes. “This is going to hurt just a little bit.” He gave a devilish smile and sank his fangs into the side of my neck. I could feel my body weakening. My knees gave way and I collapsed to the ground, but I was caught in the arms of Damon. His arms were muscular; I could feel them under his clothes. I lay there in his arms as he continued to drink from my neck. I felt every part of me draining. It was getting colder, I was losing sight. I had no Idea what was going on. It almost felt as if I was about to black out. My body was getting weaker and I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. Everything... started…to... go… black. I felt something wet against my lips. What was it? What is going on? Where am I? I tried opening my eyes, everything was very blurry. But someone else was there with me. “Damon.” A small whisper left my mouth. I remembered what was going on. I had encountered a vampire and he was draining blood from my neck. Everything started to make sense. He was the one killing all those people and now he is going to kill me. “I am not going to kill you so you can stop worrying.” I gave him a look of confusion. “I’m a vampire; I can read your thoughts.” I felt a sense of power entering my body; I realized why my lips felt wet. Damon had cut open his wrist and held it up to my mouth. I couldn’t stop drinking, I felt so... powerful. “Don’t worry. You aren’t a vampire. You just feel a rush because you have vampire blood in you.” I could feel blood trickling down my chin. It seemed so sinister and yet at the same time I couldn’t help but look at Damon and feel a sense of appreciation being where I was right at that moment. I want to be with him, I didn’t care if he killed me. I just wanted him. It was as if he was reading my thoughts again. He took his wrist away from my mouth and leaned in once again to kiss me. His tongue moving over my lips, licking the excess blood off of my mouth. He started to kiss me passionately. I kissed him back taking his face into my hands. Running my fingers through his hair as I kissed him. Damon stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes. It was as if I could feel my heart about to explode. Something about his eyes seemed so familiar. Damon sat up and ripped his shirt off. It came off without any struggle what-so-ever. I could see his naked skin in the moonlight. He was tan; his chest was chiseled just as much as his wash board abs. It was as if his body was made perfectly. I could feel a sense of hunger enter my body. I started to crave him. I had never wanted a man so much in my life. I sat up without thought and took off my coat then gently took my top off. It slid right off of my body. Damon leaned in and in one quick move had my bra off. The moonlight lit up my hard nipples, my smooth silky skin glistening. Damon glanced at me, the same look I had when I felt the hunger sweep through my body. He leaned in towards me and laid my body to the ground. He laid over me so I could feel his chest lying against my naked skin. I could feel myself breathing with him. He started to kiss me again. The sudden burst entered into my chest again. I didn’t want to stop kissing him; it was too good to stop. My hands reaching up behind his back to hold onto him as we kissed. Damon’s hand reached up to my chest to cup one of my breasts in his hands. He pressed down with his palm and squeezed with his fingers. His fingers slid towards my nipple and he grabbed. He pulled at my nipple as he kissed me; I could feel his body moving with mine. He kissed my neck, started to kiss my collar done, kissing to the middle of my chest. I could feel my body surging with power. I could feel my pussy tingle with excitement. He kissed all around my breast and his lips finally met with my nipple. I felt a blast of pleasure burst through me. He softly bit my nipple; I could feel one of his fangs teasing my nipple. He sucked on my hard nipple making it harder. After he was done he turned his attention back to kissing me, down my body to my stomach. Damon sat up and unbuttoned my pants; he pulled them off of my body. I just laid there in my black thong, the moonlight shining off of my body. His hands went from the top of my shoulders, down my chest and down my legs, sending chills through my body. He bent down to continue kissing my stomach, his hands reaching up to caress my breasts. Damon kissed lower and one of his fangs caught onto the top of the thong. As he moved his head down the thong moved with him, reveling my smooth pussy. His hands slid off my breasts down the sides of my body, running his hands down my legs to meet with the thong to remove it completely. I laid there naked under the dark sky. Power filling up my body, I could feel a rush pumping through me. Damon lifted my legs and placed each one over his shoulders, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to taste my thighs. His hands were resting on my chest when his lips met with mine. He kissed my pussy lips really soft and gently. Small soft kisses on my clit, all the way down my pussy. I could feel my pussy becoming wetter on the inside, my hips started to move as he continued to kiss me soft pussy. I felt his wet tongue on the base of my lips and he licked all the way up to my clit. My hips jerked a little at the feeling of his teasing tongue. Damon’s tongue was resting on my clit as his lips closed around it to suck on my throbbing clit. I could feel one of his fingers tracing the inside of my right thigh. He continued to suck on my clit, his finger now making small circles on my pussy lips. My hips were moving even more, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to feel his tongue deep inside of me; I wanted to feel his fingers inside my tight wet hole. His finger started to explore the inside of my lips, feeling the inside of my pussy walls. Damon’s tongue slid down off my clit and rested on his finger. Both his tongue and finger now wanted to explore the inside of my pussy. I let out a soft moan, the pleasure I could feel building inside my pussy. While his finger explored the inside of my warm pink pussy his tongue moved in and out. My hips moved even more. “Oh… yes.” My pussy felt so good. I moved my hips back and forth to meet with his tongue so I could feel it wiggle deeper inside of me. His finger started moving with his tongue, I had to grab the back of his head to pull him closer into my pussy, I needed it deeper, I needed his tongue so bad! “Oh god, I need you to go deeper,” I told him while panting a little. His hands reached at my hips and he pulled me into him, I could feel his tongue reach deep inside of me, “Ooo ohh, mmm, yes, right there... Oh my god yes, uh uh uh.” My hips kept moving to keep up with his tongue; his tongue was hitting my g-spot over and over again. I could feel my body building up with pleasure, My body was tingling, my legs were wobbly, oh god I am going to cum. I moved my hips even faster, just as I was about to cum he pulled his tongue out of me. “Oh god, don’t stop! I was about to cum!” My pussy was throbbing with so much pleasure, I felt like I could scream! I needed to cum so bad, he was teasing me. “You don’t get to cum yet.” I had heard that tone before, his teasing more sinister voice. I was lying on the ground panting. My pussy must have been making puddles below me, it was so wet. Damon stood up, his huge muscular form standing in front of me. His hands moved to his pants as he slowly started to unbutton his pants. He slid his pants off down his legs. Quickly kicking his shoes off and making his pants follow. He stood in only boxers. They were tight around his legs muscles. I could felt my pussy become wetter. I could see the outline of his cock in his shorts, his cock was big, I could tell. I couldn’t stop staring at it. “Well if you want it so bad why don’t you come get it?” He looked at me as he said this. I sat up and while on my knees I reached towards his cock with my hand. My hand met his cock, I could feel it throbbing. I ran my hand over his cock; I wanted to feel it all. Damon leaned his head back and let out a huge breath as his cock started to grow. It was like watching his penis transform. I could see it growing in his boxers and I wanted it. I reached up and started to slide his boxers off of him. As his boxers slid off of his cock, it bounced up once they were removed. I stared at his powerful cock. It had to be at least nine inches and two inches thick. My pussy was pounding, It was as if it wanted to eat his cock whole. I reached my right hand up to grip his cock. I held it. It was so big and warm in my hand. I placed his cock against my face. I rubbed it up and down my face, I wanted to feel it. He was trimmed and very clean, his cock smelled very good. My lips met with the tip of his cock. I kissed his tip gently as I let it slide in my mouth. Moving the tip in and out of my mouth slowly, Damon’s hands met at the back of my head as he slid his cock deeper into my mouth. “Uhh...” He let out a sort of pleasurable grunt. In and out of my mouth his cock was sliding. I could feel the tip of his cock and the back of my throat. I used one of my hands to run up and down his shaft. I had a tight grip on him and moved up and down his cock as the rest of him went in and out of my mouth. His cock started to get deeper into my throat and I know he wanted to go all the way in. I had never deep throated before but I wanted his cock so bad I decided I would try for him. I wanted to please him; I wanted to please his powerful cock. I relaxed the muscles in the back of my throat and awaited his throbbing member to enter deeper. Slowly his cock wandered down my throat. I started to choke on his cock. I could feel my eyes start to water. His cock went deeper into my throat; I could feel spit coming out of my mouth as his cock was gagging me. He kept sliding it in deeper until I could feel his warm balls resting against my covered in spit chin. He slid out till it was just his tip in my mouth and I gasped for air. “You want more?” He asked. I nodded. It was hard to take but I needed his dick so bad. He smiled and put his cock back down my throat. “Oh yes…” He leaned his head back once again and his huge bulge moved in and out of my throat. I made sure to keep my throat open for him; I could feel my muscles contracting all over his cock. He kept moaning each time my throat would spasm. His hips moved faster as his hands made my head go deeper over his cock. I reached down to rub my clit, it was throbbing as his cock inched its way down my throat. “Uh uh uh uh.” He gave his cock one final push down my throat and pulled out. He looked at me and let out a small laugh, “I’m not allowed to cum yet either.” Damon grabbed me by my arms as he laid himself down on the ground. He picked me up by my hips and placed me on top of him. His dick was lying against his stomach and my pussy was on top of the shaft just resting there. His cock was throbbing and my pussy could feel it. I started to slide my hips back and forth, up and down the shaft. My lips were surrounding his cock as I went up and down and my clit met with the tip of his cock and we both let out a small moan. We gazed into each other’s eyes. I knew I had to have him. I lifted my hips up and grabbed his cock to straighten it up. I sat down on his cock. My pussy slid gently down his cock because it was saturated with my juices. His whole cock was inside of me. I was sitting on him, my ass resting on his balls. It felt so amazing to have him inside of me. We just sat like that for a few minutes. Feeling how perfectly his cock fit inside of me. Our bodies connected, my hips started to move. Damon started moving his hips up and down to meet my pussy. “Uhh, oh yes Damon.” It felt so amazing. There is no way to describe the feeling my pussy had when his cock was moving in me. My eyes would close, my nipples hardened, my body tingled all over me and my pussy pounded. Damon was moaning each time his tip hit the back walls of my pussy. In and out his cock went. I placed my hands on his chest so I could get more leverage. Up and down my hips went. Damon’s hips left the ground to meet me, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. I sat up and leaned back while placing my hands on the ground. I spread my legs wide and moved up and down, my body was leaning back so when I moved up and down his cock rubbed against the front part of my pussy walls. “Oh god Damon, I love your cock so much. I need your cock so bad!” I wanted him to know how much I loved his cock. I wanted him to know I would do anything for it. “Yeah? You love my vampire cock?” He slammed his dick deeper into me as he talked. “Oh god yes, I love your cock so much.” I almost couldn’t talk. I was letting out tiny shrieks. I sat back up and laid my body against Damons. I held onto him really tight, he gripped onto me and continued to fuck my pussy with his huge cock. I slammed my pussy down on his cock. I was breathing heavily; he was sweating and staring into my eyes. “Oh god it feels so good Damon!” I just wanted to scream! Damon picked me up off of his cock and placed me on my hands and knees. He came up behind my pussy; he had one leg up next to mine and the other on the ground so his cock was level with my pussy. He grabbed his cock and put the tip of it against my pussy lips, rubbing the tip up and down my pussy lips. I let out a moan, it felt so good. I could never get tired of his cock. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his cock slid into my pussy. It seemed to go even deeper than before. “Oh your pussy feels so good on my cock.” He said this as his cock was all the way inside of me. In and out his cock went, we both let out moans of pure pleasure, my wet pussy cradling his cock. “You like being fucked by a vampire?” I spread my legs open wider and replied, “Oh yes, I want your vampire cock deep inside of me.” He started to pound my pussy with his throbbing cock. In and out he went pumping the powerful cock into my wet tight pussy. “God Damon I need to cum!” Right as I said this Damon took his cock out of me. “You don’t get to cum yet.” I gave him a mean look. “What do you mean I don’t get to cum yet? I need to fucking cum! I am so wet and so turned on, I need to have my fucking pussy pounded by that cock, so you are going to fuck my pussy and keep fucking it till I cum!” I yelled this at him really loud. He got a huge smile on his face. “You really do love fucking a vampire don’t you? You want this cock so bad you would do anything for it wouldn’t you?” I nodded, my eyes closed… I needed to cum so bad I didn’t know what to do. My body was freaking out. He took his hand and slapped my pussy to tease my throbbing lips. “You ready to cum then?” I smiled, “Yes I need to cum really fucking bad!” Damon stood up and gestured me to follow, I obeyed and stood up next to him. I could feel his cock resting against my leg, it was wet and warm from my pussy juices. He picked me up and placed his cock in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms as well. He held onto me and started to bounce up and down. He had lifted me up so easily. You could tell he was very strong and did everything with ease. Damon grasped onto me and pounded my pussy; gravity held me down and made my pussy pound his cock. “Oh god Damon, you feel so good, I want you so bad!” Damon moaned louder and pounded harder and harder. His fangs met with my neck and I felt that piercing pain in my neck again. He had bit me; I could feel my warm blood trickling down my neck. Damon started to kiss me and I could taste my blood on my lips. I kissed him back passionately as I was being pumped by his cock. My body was building up with that power again, that pleasure. “Oh god Damon I am going to cum please let me cum this time, please!” Damon was moaning too, his eyes were closed, I could see my blood on his lips. “Uh, I want to cum in your pussy, I am going to cum!” Damon started to pump harder and I followed moving my hips against him humping harder and hard. Humping harder and faster, fucking each other really fast. “Oh god yes!” I started to scream as I was cumming. Damon started to grunt and moan really loud. “Uhh I’m going to cum!” I let go and felt all of my juices start to pour over his cock, at the same time I felt a huge load of warm cum shoot deep inside of my pussy, it kept coming. It was the biggest load I had ever felt. I felt Damon’s body shudder against mine as mine started to shudder against his. Damon held onto me as he went to sit down. He laid back and I laid against his chest. I could feel his load sliding down my pussy walls. His cock was resting inside of me as I was resting my pussy on his cock. “Oh Damon, that was the best sex I have ever had.” Damon smiled; I could still feel his cock throbbing in my pussy. We laid under the stars, holding each other. “Like I said, you love fucking vampires.”

So before i get started let me clarify that nothing physical happened until i was of legal age. Also this is my first story so please be kind and helpful with comments or ideas on how to improve. Also if anybody has any questions about this story JUST INBOX ME ;). Enjoy My dad and I had always been close in what some people would call an "odd" way. My mom passed away when I was 3 so dad basically raised me by himself. Growing up we did everything together. Cuddled (sometimes he would be naked) and watched sports, went to games, he would give me baths, and some other stuff. But as I got older I noticed how dad would start to look at me more and more and for longer amounts of time. Well I love sports so when I made my college swim team i was excited. I loved it. And I was actually pretty good at it. The only thing I wasn't used to was the "trunks" we had to wear. The coaches could call them trunks all they want but they were more like speedos/thongs for guys. So ya they took getting used to haha. Anyway, my first day of practice I came home still in my "trunks" and went to the kitchen to find my dad. I walked in and noticed dad eyeing me. Dad=hey how was the first day? Me=not bad, these (I point to my trunks) are going to take some getting used to though Dad=ha ya I bet. Don't worry they look fine. Hey your uncle is coming into town Friday for the big first scrimmage. Me=oh ok cool. Well I'm tired so I'm going to change and go to bed. I turned and walked towards my room and as I left I saw dad looking at my ass. The next few days were filled with dad eyeing me up and down and making jokes about me being a swimming stud. So when Friday came I was hoping I could actually win my race. I woke up Friday morning and was at the training pool before dad even woke up. 10 mins before the race started I saw dad walk in with my uncle. Dad and my uncle kind of look alike. Dad is about 6'4 with medium muscle and abs. My uncle was about the same but a bit more muscular. I got ready and positioned in my starting stand. As dad and my uncle found their seats (right behind me of all places). The gun went off and I was in the water and off to the races. I ended up winning the heat by almost 3 seconds. After the entire meet was over I met dad at the stands. Dad=hey your uncles bringing the car up front. I have your gym bag so just meet us outside. Me=ok I'll just shower quick Dad=no don't worry about it your not that dirty. Realizing I was still in my speedo I ran to the car with my towel around me. As I got in the middle of the van I was greeted by my dad sitting next to me and my uncle driving. Uncle=well if it isn't mr speedy Me=ha thanks. Glad you could make it Uncle=no problem body. Seatbelt's on everybody! I put on my seatbelt and we headed home Dad=so didn't I tell you he fit out that speedo nice? Uncle= ya you did. Me=what do you guys mean? Dad=nothing son you just fill it out in the right areas for a boy your age Uncle=I can't disagree on that Me=oh well ummm thanks HERE'S WHERE IT STARTS Dad grabbed my towel and pulled off from around me. DAD=So would you like to see what he's hiding under this speedo? UNCLE=I'm kind of driving he joked DAD=just pull over in this parking lot then (I thought they were joking until the van pulled in and parked) ME=what are we doing? (As my uncle gets out of the van and gets in and sits on the other side next to me) DAD= don't worry it's ok. We just want to see what you have down there . ME=what? DAD=it's ok, remember how you used to see mine when you were younger? And I saw yours in the tub during baths. ME=ya I......gues(before I could finish my sentence dad pulled my speedo down to my feet) DAD and UNCLE= wow DAD=you have grown since the last time I saw it UNCLE=hell champ your hung for your age ME=(sitting there a little embarrassed and nervous) really? DAD= oh yeah you are. (Without warning he took my limp dick and shoved it in his mouth) I let out a shocked/surprised gasp but my uncle just put his hand on my shoulder UNCLE=it's ok buddy. Just relax. ME=it actually....hmmm...mm...feels pretty good. My uncle laughed and watched as my dad deep throated my cock. My cock started to grow in my dads mouth as he licked my rod and looked up at me. I tilted my head back and relaxed. It felt AMAZING. UNCLE=your dads been talking about wanting to do this for a long time now ME=hmmmm really? UNCLE=yep. And now I see why, your body is great. Would you want to try something? ME=sure My uncle unzipped his pants and pulled out one of the fattest dicks I'd ever seen. He then grabbed my head and guided my mouth down on top of his dick. I didn't know what to do so I just did to my uncles cock what dad was doing to mine. UNCLE=thatta boy UNCLE=you think he's ready? DAD=(pulls his head up from my cock) ya I think so My uncle picked me up turned my ass towards him then set me on his lap. I could feel his saliva covered dick touching my back. It had gotten even bigger. UNCLE=ready when you are (My dad moved himself in front of me and took of his pants and sat down in front of me) (my uncle slapped me on the ass and said brace yourself. With that he picked me up and sat me on his dick) UGHH!!! I let out a cry of slight pain. But as soon as my mouth opened my dead shoved his now exposed dick in it. I tried to push his dick out and gasp for air but he held the back of my head in place and throat/face fucked me. As I was gagging on dads dick my uncle started to pound my ass. I felt my ass jiggle/bounce with every thrust. He let out a moan as the pain I felt at first started to fade and reemerge as pleasure. My dad continued to face fuck me as he asked my uncle where he should cum. UNCLE=well I'm cumming on his nice little bubble butt ass (he smacks my ass) DAD=hmmmm I'm about to cum. I was surprised when the saliva in my mouth was replaced with a thick warm liquid. DAD=OHHH FUCK YES!!! He pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my face as my uncle pulled out and came on my ass. I sat down in the chair sore and tired. DAD=now you REALLY need a shower when you get home We all got dressed and went home. The whole drive home i couldn't believe what just happened. I had just been fucked and used by my own family. I sat there silent in a wave of different emotions as we drove home. What shocked me the most was that dad and my uncle were having a normal conversation like nothing had just happened. We got home and i got out of the car and headed to the door. As i opened the door i felt a hand smack my ass behind me. I turned my head to see my dad behind me. DAD="hey how bout we keep this little thing between the three of us? No telling how other family members would react if they found out" A slight rush ran through me at the idea of such a taboo secret. ME="ya....um ya sure." I said as i walked into the house. A few hours passed and my uncle had gone back to his house. I was in my room all showered and cleaned up and watching tv when dad knocked on the door. I got a bit turned on as i thought about what he could want or need. ME="come in." Dad walked in and walked up to my bed DAD="hey son look.....I...about earlier. I'm sorry i just couldn't resist or help myself. Your uncle and i had been talking about you for a while and it just.." I cut him off ME="did you enjoy it?" DAD="wh..what?" ME="did you enjoy touching your boy?" I smirked a bit DAD="well...well ya. Look I'm sorry if it hurt you or.." I cut him off again ME="did he enjoy it to?" DAD="who your uncle? Yes he said he loved it." I smiled a bit. Well then it's fine DAD="really?" ME=" ya, i see cocks all the time in the locker room. Besides it's not like i have never been with a guy before. Your just....just um..i was never expecting to ever see or feel the cock of a family member." DAD=" ya I'm just.. Well we are sorry." ME="so you both really enjoyed it huh?" I laugh DAD="if I'm being honest FUCK YES!" Hearing all this gave me an idea that got me stiff. ME="Ok well I'm going to bed dad. Night." DAD="goodnight son" As dad left my room I laid awake thinking about something i never thought i would. Who else in my family would or even wants to fuck me? The next morning i was horny due to everything that was done and said the day before. I felt like being a tease so i got up and headed to my sister's room. She was away at college so the room was pretty clean. I walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom container. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I got to the bottom of the steps and saw dad with his back to me in the kitchen cooking. I walked up to him and stood beside him facing him. ME="so what is for breakfast?" Dad looked towards me and his mouth dropped and his eyebrows raised as he saw his son wearing a short skirt belonging to his daughter. DAD="HOLY...What are you doing?!?" ME="what you don't like it?" I do a slow spin around to show how the beginning of my ass cheeks show just before the skirt hides them. DAD="no it's just i....uh..well i didn't expect this." I smiled knowing that being a tease is what i do best. I sat down in a chair across from my dad with my legs unfolded. ME="so i'm curious, besides uncle has anyone else in our family said anything about me or my body?" Dad noticing i wasn't wearing any underwear could see the beginning of my balls in the skirt DAD="why do..you ask? I mean your grandpa always says what a great mature man you have grown into but i don't get why your asking." I look at him and smirk ;) DAD="you're not serious are you? You don't mean you want to try anything crazy with someone do you?" ME="i have been hard ever since you and uncle did what you did. It is such a rush now looking back and thinking about it now. I want to see if anyone else is kinky like you and him." DAD="no! No way! There is no way the whole family would all be ok with that." I stand up and walk over to him. ME="that is why we are going to do some thinking and research first. Come on dad. So far we know you and uncle wouldn't mind it. You said grandpa has talked about me. What about anyone else? What about uncle Timmy? Isn't he gay? Come on we have to find out and i have an idea of how to find out who would be interested." ME="we will make a list of everyone we think would be interested in at least seeing me not necessarily touching me. Then i will text them a pic of me. If they respond with rage or negatively i'll just tell them it was supposed to go to a girlfriend." Dad stood there surprised. DAD="wow! You have actually thought this out?" ME="ya and just leave the rest to me" So as dad listed off those he thought would be interested i was eating and getting turned on just thinking about who in my family might be interested. About two hours later dad came to me and gave me the list of everyone to send the pic to. DAD="i can't believe we are doing this." I grabbed my phone and handed it to dad DAD="what? " i smirked and replied ME="i need someone to take the pic and it's not like you haven't seen me naked before." I joked. DAD="ok." Without warning dad pushed me onto the kitchen table. DAD=lift up the skirt a bit so they know what they might be getting." I listened and lifted it a bit as he took the pic. He then turned me around and slapped my ass. DAD="lift up the skirt, let them see your bubble butt to." I did and dad took the pic. I took my phone and sent it to the list of relatives we made. A few hours passed and there was no word from them. Then one by one replies came in. Of the list that we made only two people off of the list replied in a bad way so i just told them it was supposed to go to a gf. As i looked at those who replied in a decent way i got a bit hard as i read their replies out loud. "DAMN!" And "don't know how or why i got this but i'm not complaining :)". i showed dad the texts and he was shocked. DAD="no way! No fucking way!" ME=" HA! i told you. Now we wait a week and then at thanksgiving reunion i'll show you my final plan." DAD="ok. If you say so." So all week long i couldn't get the idea or more family members touching and seeing me out of my head. Finally thanksgiving day came. That morning i woke up rock hard. I was about to but on some briefs and my pants when i got an idea. Instead i headed to my sister's room and grabbed a few things. I got dressed and headed downstairs. Dad and i got in the car and took off to my uncle Kevin's house (the one who fucked me) because he was hosting the family reunion. As my dad drove i couldn't stop thinking about what might be about to happen when we get there. DAD="what are you going to do or say if someone says something or asks you about the pics?" He worried. ME=" just relax and leave it to me. Besides even if anyone was going to say anything about getting pics like that from a relative i doubt they would tell other people in the family about it. Just relax." We arrived at the house and as soon as i walked through the door i was getting looks from those of my family who replied in decent way. Their looks of confusion and wonder kind of turned me on a bit. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to everyone who had replied positively to my pic text. I sent a text saying "nobody say a word about the text. Not everyone here received those pics like you did. Just wait till all the other family members leave and ill explain everything". I sat down and tried to control all the hormones building up inside me. Everyone sat done at the table to eat the thanksgiving meal. As i finished my plate i went and sat back down. About two hours passed and goodbyes were said and hugs were given and some family members left the party to return to their homes. I looked around to notice everyone who had replied to my pics was still here. I stood up and took a deep breath ME="ok now that they are gone everyone follow me. And NO! the kids can't come with you." I put in a kids dvd for the kids to watch as i guided everyone else into the living room. THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUN ;) PART 2 coming soon

He was a sexually frustrated husband. He loved his wife, she was a great mother to his children and they cared about eachother a great deal; however, when it came to the bedroom, she was very reserved. This frustration had been building. Always wanting to remain faithful, he turned to the internet and chat rooms to find some relief from his frustration. "Surely there must be some equally frustrated wives out there... I can't be the only person in a sexually frustrated marriage.." he thought. He began chatting years ago, when the worked on the road alot. Living out of hotels, gave him the privacy that he needed for his secret life. Day by day.. he would add women that he chatted with to his friends list. Some, he never connected with again, others were more regular; but, nobody really "clicked" with him. After a career change, he settled in a nice job in his hometown. No longer traveling on the road, but still frustrated in the bedroom, he knew that his chatting would have to be more secretive, more sneaky, with is family constantly around him now. After his wife and kids were all in bed, he would take the laptop down to the family room and login to MSN. Looking for someone who could take him away to a more satisfied place, meeting those primal needs that have now been increasing. The same needs that cause other men of his age to experience mid-life crisis. Among his many MSN contacts was a married woman, we'll call her "green-eyes" to protect her identity. They chatted, and flirted and roleplayed mildly in the past. In recent months, she was back online. The began chatting again. He flirted with her, but this time, she responded a bit more positively. Could it be that her life had been changing also? Could she now be feeling the same emptiness in the bedroom that he had been feeling for years? How old was she? There was still so much that he didn't know about her. Days and weeks would go by, Their electronic encounters increased in frequency and intensity. Before long, he knew that she was nearing 40, a very sexy age, as a matter of fact, coming into her sexual prime. He knew that he had an advantage over most other men in their mid-40s, with their paunches, their E.D. and lack of interest in sex. He loved working out and didn't look at all like a man in his mid-40s, except for a slowly receding hairline. He was muscular, strong, and above all horny as hell, for what seemed to be all the time. The more he worked out, the more he felt like a 20 year old. The two chatted more and more...now looking forward to when eachother would be online. He had a cam and things got bolder and bolder. He would let her see him, in all his glory. Things were getting very electrified, very exciting, very intense. She didn't have a cam, however, she did share some non-nude pics of herself. As he looked at them, and now knowing her sexual appetite, he thought to himself "...damn... if she was mine, we'd never leave the bedroom..." As time passed, he learned more about her. She had 2 girls, a husband who slept most of the time. He also learned that they were in the same type of careers (office type stuff...not important) and that they lived about 3 1/2 hours from eachother. Imagine, in this world-wide-web space of horny people in chat rooms, who would have thought that a random encounter, which has now grown significantly in intensity, would be with someone who lived so close. As the holidays approached, both were off work for a couple of weeks. The chatting increased as did the intensity. Soon they would anxiously login to MSN, looking for offline messages or ever better, so find the other one logged in as well. They began to dream of eachother, the things they would do to eachother, the fantasies, the unbridled sex and wildness that would take place if there were ever to meet in in person. Then it happened. One day, while chatting, he asked "uhm... so.. have u ever cheated before?" The question caught her by surprise, "No, I've never done anything like that..." she responded. He replied with "Neither have I... but i can't help thinking about it... meeting YOU, I mean... you're so sexy..and amazing... I can't stop thinking about it... it's really crazy.." To his surprise she replied "I've never done it, but I'd consider meeting you too. I don't know what it is... but how you make me feel... i go to bed wet... i wake up the same way... I've never felt like this in years." There they were, now on a path that was new, exciting and now potentially very very real. They were no longer just getting off to eachother online. They were now seriously thinking about how they could "hook up". The chatting continued and so did the planning... things were approaching a point of no return.. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was my first story. I have the encounter sitting in my head... it will be posted shortly, but I look forward to your constructive comments. Please be gentle... Thanks.

Over the Christmas holidays, they chatted more... learned more about eachother... and now even contemplated meeting...in person.... what was happening ? His son’s hockey schedule would soon take him to the metropolis, nearby to where she lived. From there it would only be about a 30 minute drive to finally meet. He at age 45 and she in her 30s were old enough to know what they were missing in their lives. They had no intentions of leaving their spouses, they loved them, but the sex....oh the sex... was frustrating at best. For her, she was married to a selfish lover. Not having felt a climax from love making in months, and even those were, at best, accidental. He would mount her.... fucked her until he came then roll over and go to sleep, with absolutely no consideration for her needs, her wants, her desires or fantasies. There she was, left with an itch to scratch on her own. Oh, make no mistake about it. She would cum, but only at her own hand. For him, his wife was prudish. Barely able to assign names to any of the body parts. She was a missionary position girl and would panic at the first sign of her own orgasm. Almost as if she would not give herself permission to “let go” to just fuck like wild animals. He had no problem trying to please her, starting with kissing, then sucking on her ample breasts.... licking her nipples until they swelled in his mouth... he even would eat her out...everytime they had sex.... which was about one a month... on a good month. When she would cum, she would pull his face up as if to say, “no... i can’t cum anymore... i can’t enjoy this anymore”. She would spread her legs... and let him slip inside her passage, now wet from his saliva and from her juices. After some time, he would cum. Never really sensing that she wanted it to last “too long”, since this was her way of “returning the favour”. For as many times as he ate her out, she would never give him a blowjob. As a matter of fact, his long standing innocence as he grew up resulted in him never having received a blowjob, EVER! The two continued to chat online, sharing their “secrets” with one another. They felt like kindred spirits, knowing exactly how the other one felt, the frustration, the emptiness, the need. It was growing and could not be stopped. He mentioned to her about his son’s upcoming travel schedule. Also being involved with the hockey commission, he would often be on conference calls. He could make up a story that since he was “in the neighbourhood” that he would attend the next hockey commission meeting. His wife knew that he was busy, she would never suspect a thing. The plan was now taking shape. They continued to chat. He had a cam and would gladly show his prize to his online lover. She would cum like she’s never cum before. Hell, she would even start to get wet just at the thought of him being “online” when she logged in. They both needed a serious release, and soon. The plan was set, a date, a time, and to begin with, a neutral location, a Tim Horton’s, how Canadian. They had traded some pics so each knew what the other looked like. The day of the meeting came. Not wanting her husband to suspect, she left the house in her jeans and sweatshirt, with her large purse under her arm. Once in the van...and out of sight, she found a nearby secluded area where she would change. She slipped on a skirt, just above the knee, and a sexy opaque blouse, that would not reveal to anyone that she was braless underneath. Along with that, she slipped on some thigh high nylons, to give the illusion that she was wearing pantyhose, when in fact she even ditched her panties. To complete the ensemble, she wore some sexy knee-high boots with a sexy stiletto heel. She arrived first grabbed a coffee..and waited impatiently. Finally he arrived, in snug jeans and t-shirt. This was his standard fare, and he didn’t want to raise any suspicion among his family. He spotted her right away. He could feel the increasing crowded feeling in his jeans as his 6 ½ cock had absolutely nowhere to go. Seeing that she had a drink, he casually walked up to her and said “Tracy” (not her real name), “It’s so nice to finally meet you.” She stood up, slightly taller than him in her sexy heels and they hugged. Against their urges to strip and fuck right there, it was a cordial hug then he said “Do you need a refill? I’m going to grab a drink.” She said that she was fine, knowing now that she wasn’t. She could feel herself getting wet and thinking that she wished that she had worn panties because she might soak through her skirt. He returned with his coffee and they began to chat. “it’s very nice to finally see you.” He said She smiled “It’s nice to finally see you too.” They were at a table near the back. The shop was fairly empty. As she spoke, she took her foot and gently brushed his leg with it. Biting his lip he whispered, “You probably want to stop that, or I won’t be able to stand up for a while.” “I know” she said playfully. “That’s what I’m hoping for.” “You’re not..uhm... disappointed...are you?” she asked. “Absolutely not.” Glancing down at his crotch “and neither is he.” He winked at her He broke the awkward chatter with “Are you as ready for this as I am?” She nodded in silence, unable to speak at the moment as she was trying hard to keep herself from cumming right there in the Tim Horton’s. “Is the hotel nearby?” he asked. She nodded “Yes... would you like to go now?” “Only if you’re okay with it.” He replied. With that she stood up, and reached for her coat. As she slipped it on, he could see her hardened nipples pressing firmly against her blouse. “What a beautiful sight” he thought to himself. He walked her to her car. “I’ll follow you.” He said. That’s me over there, the minivan. They both got into their cars and started for the hotel. It wasn’t the Ritz Carleton, but it wasn’t a “Pay by the hour” either. They both knew why they were going there and they didn’t want to pay alot. No credit card traces, just cash. They arrived. Since she had made the arrangements, she checked them in, grabbed the key and walked outside. He was waiting for her. “I can’t believe that I’m doing this...I’ve never done anything like this in my life.” He said “I can’t believe it either.... neither have I” she replied nervously. They got to the room...opened the door and went inside. Closing the door, they took off their coats and turned to look at eachother. The room was electric, they instantly began to kiss passionately, just embracing at first. He broke the kiss with “Look.... I’m nervous as hell.... if at anytime.... no matter when.. you want to stop this.... you just say so...okay? Promise? No matter when?” She nodded “..and the same goes for you too. There will be no bad feelings about anything. I promise.” With that they resumed. As they kissed... he began to unbutton her blouse, kissing her neck. She had always wanted to “do him first” but the woman in her was feeling things that she had never felt before, at least not with her husband, so she tilted her head to the side allowing him to nibble on her neck and earlobe while he continued to unbutton her blouse. He undid the first 4 buttons, which revealed a beautiful cleavage. As he continued to kiss her, he slipped his hand inside of her blouse, gently caressing her breast, but intentionally not touching her nipple. She squirmed, he continued to kiss as they made their way to the bed, after locking the door and placing the “Do Not Disturb” sign outside. She laid down on the bed and he laid next to her.... still fondling her firm breasts, he unbuttoned another button, then another, until they were all undone. Slowly, he pulled her blouse open to reveal her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were so hard that they ached. He finally touched one of them.. circling it and gently pinching it. She moaned immediately. He slid down her body and began to suck on the other one. She knew that she was about to cum already. “I have to get my skirt off... I’m going to cum all over it..” she said between pants of breath. He slowly unclasp it then unzipped it. Sliding it off of her so gently and placing it over the chair. There she was, in her knee high boots, thigh high stockings, her wet blonde trimmed pussy exposed and her blouse open. She felt out of control, and loved every minute of it. He slowly unzipped her boots and pulled them off, along with her thigh highs, one by one. As he did so, she shed her blouse and now lay there completely naked. Knowing that she was going to probably cum really hard, he began to take his clothes off also. Her eyes were wide opened as she watched him. For 45 he looked good, damn good, she thought. She knew that he worked out alot and it showed. Now also completely naked, with a raging hardon, he returned to the bed and began to suck on her tits once again. “I can’t help it, you look so delicious and I want to make you cum so badly” he said. Moving down.. he reached down and draped her legs over his shoulders, first one, then the other. He kissed her stomach, her belly button, licked her bush and moved to her inner thighs, again, intentionally avoiding where she wanted him so badly. By now, she actually had a small flow going, so wet that it was leaking out and down over her ass. The tip of her clit pushed though her moist lips as if to scream “I’m here... what about me!?”. He moved closer... finally with no hands, he let his tongue part her now dripping wet lips and slid it the length of her slit. She tasted like honey and he couldn’t stop. Licking more and more, he paused at her clit, covered it with his mouth and began to suck gently. As he did this, he slid two fingers inside of her, probing with a “come over here” motion, and trying to stroke her g-spot as he sucked harder on her clit. “Oh my god...yes.... right there....” she cried out as she began to hold his head, pressing his face deeper against her wet mound. He asked her “Have you ever squired before?” he asked her between licks. “No, I’ve cum really hard...and when I’m chatting with you I get totally soaked, but I’ve never squirted.” She replied “Ok, squeeze your pussy, like you are trying to stop yourself from peeing. As I rub your g-spot and lick you it’s going to feel like you will have to pee really badly. Don’t worry about it. Just keep squeezing. Do that as long as you can stay sane. When you can’t take it anymore, just push gently, like you do when you pee.” She nodded between her trying to catch her breath. He continued licking and stroking. Feeling her g-spot hardening, like a little acorn, he knew she was close. Her moans and gyrations only excited him more, he went faster and licked and sucked her clit harder. She bucked and panted through her moans and finally let out a scream “Oh god...i can’t take it anymore...” as she began to push.. a wave came over her as she squirted for the first time in her life. It was a real gusher and got him totally soaked. He was so happy that he had taken off his clothes, or they would have been soaked with her juices. How would he explain that one to his family? She laid there for a moment trying to catch her breath...as he slid up her body...and began to kiss her again. She stopped him saying “My god..that was the most intense orgasm that I’ve had in my entire life. Thank you so much. Now, after that performance, I have to return the favour.” They kissed some more....and she slowly rolled him onto his back... moving down... to his firm chest. She knew from their chats that his nips were very sensitive. She began to lick them and kiss them and suck on them.... this only make him even harder and thicker. “Oh fuck yes...” he moaned... she continue with pleasure. She slid her hand down his body, he was totaly shaved. He had been experimenting over the holidays, it was so smooth. She caressed his shaft with her hand...not touching the tip just yet. She played with his balls too..while she continued her oral assault on his chest. “mmmmmmmmmmm” he moaned out loud... “yess.... that feels so good.” Slowly she moved down, her pussy still dripping from the amazing orgasm that he had given her. She kissed his stomach...his belly button.... and got to the freshly shaven area just above the base of his shaft. Sliding her tongue along his shaft, she got to his head. Licked it gently as she looked up at him. She remembered that he had never received a blowjob before and was going to make this one memorable. She took his head into her mouth...slowly sucking on it.... then a little more....and more... soon all 6 ½ inches were inside of her mouth. She sucked slowly..allowing him to fully enjoy the sensation. The expression on his face told the whole story. She was taking him to a place where he had never been before, and he was thoroughly enjoying the trip. “Oh fuck... that’s so amazing... i’m gonna cum....” he said... She simply continued, looking up nodding and winking at him... “Oh...here it comes...oh..oh...ughhh” as he tensed up... trying to shove his cock even further down her throat he unleashed a blast of warm cream that she was waiting for, for so many months. I tasted heavenly as she gulped down every drop of it... still looking up into his eyes. Once it was all gone and she began to feel him go limp, she let it slip out of her mouth and slid back up his body to him. “So..was it worth waiting 45 years for?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. Still trying to catch his breath, he said “That was pure heaven. Come here...”, he said with authority. With that they began to kiss again. His hands where exploring her body, and her hands, his. It didn’t take long for him to recover, and, as for her, she was already ready. She could feel his shaft growing once again and this time she knew where she wanted it. As they kissed, she straddled him, first resting his cock on her stomach as she sat on his thighs. His hands were playing with her tits... he whispered to her “come here..” and pulled her down toward him. Once again, he began an oral assault on her tits. As he did, she shifted herself a bit, causing his hard cock to slip to her awaiting opening. She merely shifted a bit more and it slid inside of her with ease. The feeling was incredible. Her online lover had his hard cock inside of her and she loved it. She was so wet and so inviting. Fucking her was so much better than fucking his wife. Tracy was different, she wanted to be fucked and it made her pussy that much more inviting. After having received that blowjob, he had alot of staying power. They fucked hard for a while, changing positions now and then. They were both in heaven. She was getting close and she knew it..”cum inside me” she cried out. With that, he rolled back onto his back and let her straddle him again. She sat upright, her hands on his chest, his on her tits. They could feel it building. “Oh god baby, cum all over my cock...” he said as he pinched and twisted her nips gently. This sent her over the edge as she released another wave of her warm juices, all over his cock. He could feel it leaking out of her. He started to fuck her faster... “oh yes....i’m close.... ride me... yes... oh....” With that... he tensed up, and grabbing her hips pinned her to him as he thrust up hard and came deep inside of her. The warm feeling of him cum pulsing inside of her cause her to have a 3rd orgasm right there. This caused her to cry as she collapsed onto his body. “Oh thank you so much. I needed this so bad. I’ve never made love like this before. It was the most incredible thing that I’ve felt in my life.” As he held her close, he whispered into her ear “... and thank you. For my first blowjob which was the most incredible thing that I’ve ever experienced. I wish that I could fuck you all weekend long and never leave here.” With that, he just held her tightly. A while later they got up. She suggested that they shower before leaving. This gave him another chance to reload. While she was in the shower, he came in quietly and closed the door behind him. He tapped lightly on the shower curtain saying “I think that we should save water.” She opened the curtain for him and they make love once again in a slippery soapy environment. After the shower, they got dressed and said their goodbyes, not sure if this opportunity would ever come again. They would return to their frustrated lives, to their secret online rendez-vous, but this time, it would be different, because they could take those amazing memories with them.

I Lick Lucy Pt. 02 CHAPTER 4: The following morning over breakfast, Lucy entered the off-kitchen dining area wearing one of her itsy-bitsy, tenny-weeny bikini outfits, which sent my cock northwards in my tight little red satin shorts. Mom was already preparing juices and eggs at the kitchen bench, clad in a silk robe which did not cover the bottom of her lovely buttocks. Dad arrived in a little black posing pouch, which bunched his equipment. As mom sat down and we started eating, I thought she looked stunning but my staring was interrupted. "How did you sleep, son," Pop asked. "Very well, pop," I replied, omitting to mention the hour-long fuck I'd enjoyed with Lucy starting at midnight. Lucy grinned at me – what a difference a night makes! Breakfast over, my father stood and walked around to where Lucy was sitting, finishing her coffee. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder, bent and whispered in her ear: "Sex Slut No 2." Lucy made as if to gulp down her coffee, but Pop, his cock starting to strain in his satin pouch, stroked her hair: "No rush, hon – finish your coffee." Lucy drained her coffee, dabbed her lips on a napkin and almost sprinted from the eating section. Mom looked across at me, her deep brown eyes gleaming, a broad grin on her face. I could have sworn she raised her eyebrows in a silent question. I felt my cock stirring in the shorts and stood. "Clear the table and put the dishes in the cleaner," I ordered, and then to make my intentions crystal clear, added "Sex Slut No 1". Mom immediately sprang into action. As calmly as I could I walked to my bedroom and leaving my door wide open, slid off my shorts and lay back on the bed, sporting what to my eyes was a beautiful boner. I didn't have to wait long. Mom arrived within a couple of minutes and I was delighted to see she had made a brief call en route in her bedroom, as she was now dressed erotically, as per Pop's instructions from yesterday. Linda's garb consisted of a sheer black satin playsuit, open at the breasts and cut there to provide a nice uplift to her kissable boobs. The garment was crotchless, her pussy lips pinkish red and inviting. On her feet she wore stilettos. Kneeling beside the bed, Mom accepted my seven-inch stiffy as I rolled over onto my side so I was right on the edge of the bed. As she sucked on my erection, Mom slipped her shoes off, then climbed onto the bed, presenting her bare arse globes to my face and lowering her upper body to once more take my cock into her mouth. I inhaled the musky scent of her sex and for the very first time in my life enjoyed the delights of soixante-neuf. I was no virgin, of course, but my previous two serious girlfriends, while allowing the fuck had always regarded oral sex in any form as "dirty" – the stupid tarts! Sensing my growing ardour, Mom pulled her mouth from my glistening cock head and removed her crotch from my mouth. Then, squatting above me, she lowered her steamy snatch onto my hard-on, driving down until her pubic mound slammed against mine. Laying down, she pressed her upper body to mine, kissing me softly on the mouth. As Linda had left my bedroom door open, from the hallway we could then hear the unmistakeable sounds of Lucy reaching an extremely noisy climax, a commotion which raised a question from Mom: "And how many times did you fuck your sis, darling?" I grinned up at her, feeling her pussy pounding up and down on me. "Only once, Mom," I replied, "but it lasted quite a while." Linda returned my grin and announced: "Great, I love a man who can last quite a while!" And from the hallway we heard my father give out a bellow as his orgasm obviously reached climactic proportions in my parents' bedroom. Mom gave me a sluttish, open-mouthed kiss and whispered: "Now suck on my titties, Tony, so I can come too!" I raised my head slightly and took one darkened and erect nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. Then, tracing my tongue across her heaving breasts, I transferred the sucking to the nipple's twin. The titillation of her titties soon worked its magic and Mom started to buck and writhe with ever-increasing intensity on my stiffy until, with a moaning, groaning "Oh fuck me, darling, fuck me!" Mom collapsed on me, spent and satiated. Which was all very well for Mom. I pulled out from her cunt and decided that if she was to be Sex Slut No 1 she may as well live up to the billing. Standing beside the bed I helped her to her feet, turned her round so her back was to me and pushed so she had to place her hands on the mattress for support. Sensing my desires, Linda widened her stance, spreading her feet wide. Putting one hand on her right arse cheek, the other on my boner, I guided my cock back into her cunt, then reached around with my now free hand and cupped her lush left breast. Pounding against her buttocks, I thrilled at the feeling of the fleshy globes banging into my belly and pubic bone, then my cream started to surge from my balls until I spent my load in her. Panting, I pulled away and collapsed on the bed, pulling her down onto me. From the hallway came the sound of a slow hand-clapping. There, framed in the doorway, stood Pop and Lucy, both naked, my stepsister's hand fondling Pop's penis. "Once you two have recovered from all that humping and bumping join us in the lounge – I'm planning a pool party for this afternoon." Mom jumped up and ran to the bathroom, presumably to "tidy up" as they say. I pulled on a black satin thong, which I liked to sunbathe in beside our pool. Downstairs, I found my father seated on the long leather couch, Lucy laying lengthwise on it, wearing her bikini once more. Her mouth was working steadily on my father's cock which was again showing signs of arousal. Mom entered the lounge in one of those minuscule bikinis you see on sex websites on the internet. At her breasts it was merely a pair of tiny black straps which barely covered her nipples, and a similarly narrow strap of material at her crotch, so narrow that her piss flaps were visible on both sides of the crease. She looked lovely – and I'd just been fucking her, I realised, hardly daring to believe my good luck. I sat in an easy chair and Linda walked over to me and plonked herself down on my lap, her buttocks rubbing erotically against my groin as she did so. She planted a kiss on my mouth, then turned to her husband: "Pool party, Tom? Just when I wanted a day of sex." Pop grinned broadly. "Don't worry, the pool party I've got in mind will include a bit of sex, you slut!" Linda laughed and settled comfortably against me, rubbing her nearly naked breasts along my cheek. "I thought we'd invite your sister Darla over for the party – give her a call," said my father, tossing his mobile phone across to Linda, who caught it deftly and narrowed her eyes at him: "You thought you'd invite my sister over for a fuck, you mean, you randy old goat," Mom replied, then punched in a number. CHAPTER 5: "Hi Darla," said Mom, "it's me. I'm inviting you over for a poolside party, but Tom's inviting you over for a fuck!" Mom giggled, then put her hand on the mouthpiece and asked: "Says should she bring anything apart from a wet pussy and a warm heart?" Pop chuckled: "Just tell her the steaks and drinks are on the house and her pussy will be on my face!" Mom relayed the message and soon put the phone down. "She's on her way. You wanna tell Tony about her, or shall I? Pop stroked Lucy's hair as she kept working at his erection. "Take him upstairs and show him, I wanna concentrate on Miss Slut, here." Mom stood up and took me by the hand. "Come with me, Tony." Upstairs, she pushed me into the chair at the study's work station, snuggled down on my lap and logged on. "Now your Aunt Darla is in show biz, but it's a special kind of show biz," said Linda, as she called up a website explicitly titled "Darling Darla, the internet's most popular bondagette!" I had only met Aunty Darla once, at Pop's wedding to Linda, and although I knew she was a hugely busty blonde and that she was about five or six years younger than Linda, that was all I knew, apart from the fact that she lived in Corsicana, just south of Dallas. Mom entered the membership details and soon I was wide-eyed at pictures of Darla, her bronzed, statuesque body oiled, her massive 44-inch tits looking as if they might explode at any moment, undergoing all kinds of tit and pussy torture. "Look at those tits – are they real?" I gasped. "Don't be silly," Mom explained, "they're silicone, not that that makes any difference to Tom when he's tit fucking them." I pretended to look shocked, but Linda laughed. "Your Pop got Darla off a rather awkward criminal charge a couple of years ago," Mom explained. "Tom didn't charge her a fee, but let's just say that she's still paying him off!" I nodded, I could see my father's point. Darla was a stunner. Mom logged off and took me into her bedroom. On a bureau table was a VCR player and in it she inserted a tape. "Watch this," instructed Mom and sat down beside me on the bed. The video was called "Darla's Day of Domination" and showed my busty aunt – nude save for trainers and white sox – being punished in what looked like a large stables. Then, as Mom fast-forwarded to the scene she wanted to show me, a naked male wearing a black leather mask took over the punishment from the fully-clothed torturer of the earlier scenes. Mask or no mask, there was no doubt it was my father. "Tom knows the man who owns the film company Darla does most of her work for," Linda explained, as I watched Pop attaching lead weights on clamps to Darla's nipples and sex lips. The female lead's only words in the entire scene were confined to "Fuck me in the arse, master" and my father duly obliged, accompanied by much panting and groaning. Linda killed the video and as she did, Pop called from downstairs: "Your sis is here, darl." Mom took me by the hand and we walked downstairs, Mom nearly nude in her strip bikini, me displaying a hard-on thrusting at my satin thong. In the lounge, Pop was still seated on the couch, but now he had my bikini-clad stepsister on one side and Aunt Darla on the other. Darla looked sensational, her huge 44-inch breasts encased in a shiny black PVC bra. She stopped stroking Pop's stiffy to stand and shake hands with me and I saw a PVC thong, gleaming at her prominent pudenda. "Hi Tony, remember me?" she smiled. "Hi Aunty," I replied, my prick now raging to break from its satin confines. From the couch, Pop informed us that he had "filled Darla in" on the mother-and-daughter domination of me for my panty pervery and their subsequent switch to Sex Sluts 1 and 2. Darla grinned at me, eyeing my teenage hard-on: "So I guess that makes me Sex Slut No 3, does it?" Pop roared with laughter, rose from the couch, stepped behind her and pressed his erection between her arse cheeks. "It sure as hell does, honey," he drawled, slapping her across the thigh. "OK, team, let's party!" CHAPTER 6: By the pool, we lay back on recliners, three in a row, facing the other three, and Darla entertained us over a few drinks with her latest bondage exploits for a movie she had completed a few days before. Dad lay back, his erection waving skywards, occasionally throwing in a fruity question, before Darla stood and placed a four-foot wide wooden table in the center of the six recliners. "My last movie was nothing but fucking machines," she announced, peeling off her bra to reveal her magnificent mammaries, gleaming in the sun. "Now it's time for a real cock!" and with that she stepped out of her thong to reveal her fully shaved snatch. Climbing onto the table, she placed her hands at its head and knelt, knees wide, her arse in the air. Pop looked at me, grinned and said: "Come on, boy, it's rude to keep a lady waiting." Eagerly I discarded my satin thong allowing my boner to spring to attention, pre-cum already drooling from its tip. Pop was already behind Aunt Darla, kneeling to place licks on her snatch. Then he rose and buried his cock in her cunt. "I guess that leaves my mouth for you, Tony," said Darla, sweetly, looking straight at my cock as I hovered just in front of her. I moved closer and Darla opened her mouth to accept my dripping stiffness, sucking and slurping on its thick helmet. She had no sooner started fellating me than Mom announced: "Come on Lucy, we don't want to be left out!" Linda and Lucy pulled off their bikini bottoms and Mom stepped up onto the table, placing her feet just inside her sister's widespread hands. I reached up to cup her lovely buttocks and pulled her quim onto my mouth. At the opposite end of the table, Lucy had stood above Aunty Darla's rear end and was pressing her pussy into Pop's face. After a few minutes of fucking, fellatio and cunnilingus, Pop cried out: "Shoot, I'm nearly read to come, boy. Change places!" I pulled away from Mom's minge and aunty's mouth and walked around behind the pornstar. My father took my place in Darla's mouth and licked at his wife's wet pussy, while I entered the bondage star's tight, hot cunt and felt Lucy grab my head and drag my mouth and tongue to her sweet-smelling snatch. The next thing, Pop had licked Mom to a noisy orgasm – thank goodness our pool is secluded with a high brick wall! – and then he exploded his load into Darla's mouth. Lucy was next to come, and then the two women climbed down from the table and returned to their recliners with Pop to watch me still pumping away at Darla's crotch. "Make it a money shot, pull out and unload on her back when you come, darling," Mom instructed me and I jerked back just in time as I felt the semen surge, smacking my heavy balls against her arse and spraying my spunk onto Darla's sweat-streaked back. "Pick her up and take her into the pool, boy," called Pop and Darla rose from the table, climbed into my arms and kissed me warmly as I walked slowly down the pool steps into the warm water. Soon we were joined by three more naked bodies, as Mom, Pop and Sis jumped in. CHAPTER 7: After an afternoon of sunbathing, swimming and drinking – Lucy and I stuck to Coke, the adults had wine (the women) and beer (Pop) – we devoured juicy steaks grilled on the barbecue, then trooped inside to watch porno movies on the big screen in the lounge. Around 10pm, Pop, who was nuzzling up to Lucy on the couch, while the rest of us lay naked on the floor, announced: "Right, boy, I got first pick last night, now it's your turn. And I'll let you pick two of 'em!" I stood, stiff pricked, and smiled down at Mom. "Sex Slut Number 1," I called, then "and Sex Slut Number ...." I paused, deliberately, then added "3." The two women got to their feet, flanked me, Darla cupping my balls, Mom fondling my cock and we walked away. At the foot of the stairs, Mom turned and informed Pop: "We'll use the master bedroom, we're going to need the big bed. Take Lucy to her room, Tom." Upstairs in my parents' bedroom, Linda went to her bedside table drawer and threw me four black stockings. "Spreadeagle her, Tony," Mom ordered, "while I get the camera set up." As I set about tying Darla face-up on the mattress, Mom got her video recorder, turned up the lights as bright as they would go, then hoisted the camera up. "Lick her to orgasm, darling," Mom instructed, kneeling on the bed and focusing on Darla's gleaming red pussy lips. "Lots of dialogue, Darla," said Mom and then I went to work. The pornstar's pussy tasted delicious and Darla bucked and heaved while I lapped at her, before coming to a noisy climax. "Now the tit fuck," instructed my "director". I placed my seven-inch stiffy between Darla's gleaming-like-marble breasts and pressed the globes together, so my shaft was trapped between them. As I slid my cock up, the tension of her boobs against my pole pulled the foreskin back almost to the ring. On the downstroke, the foreskin was pulled back up to cover the helmet. Mom filmed this for several minutes as I strove not to explode, then called "Now the face fuck". I moved further up and Darla took my cock in her mouth. "Dialogue, Tony," Mom advised, and I came out with phrases like "Oooh, this is so fuckin' great" and "Oh, what a fuckin' mouth fuck". I once more had to concentrate like hell on not coming. "Now fuck her missionary-style, darl," Mom directed, and I entered Darla's moistness, thrusting up to the hilt before withdrawing almost entirely as ordered by Mrs De Mille. "And now," said Mom, "for the money shot over her face." I pulled my hard-on, the foreskin now pulled tautly back to my ring, and jerked it by Darla's face. All the directions and the positions I had adopted made me almost unbearably randy and soon a splotch of spunk erupted and struck Darla across the lips. She sucked the cum, then I came again, this time the creamy cum drooling down my shaft. Darla's tongue flicked out and licked the gobs down. Next I used my cock tip to push the remaining flecks of semen to her mouth, and my Aunty Darla drank it all down, like a good Sex Slut should. Mom proclaimed "And cut" and then re-wound the tape. "There, Tony," she smiled, "so how would you like to be a porn actor?" I grinned. "Suits me fine," I said, "as long as you're the director – and as long as Aunty D's the star!"

Author’s Note: This was the nineteenth episode in the series: We all knew it! Harper Valley was taking over our lives. It wasn’t so much that anyone was getting bored with sex – quite the reverse in fact. We could barely pass each other in the hallway now without having to resort to some minor indecency. A hot little spank, fondle of a breast – even a full-on quickie up against the wall if the coast was clear. Admittedly, the latter was usually with Kylie, who had no qualms whatsoever about getting down and sexy with me anytime, any place! When a hot little tease wanders out of the bathroom into your room late nights in just her skimpy bra and panties, one finger in her mouth giggling – what the hell are you supposed to do? Get out your crucifix and wave it in her face, while snarling “ Back spawn of Satan ?” or read aloud an appropriate passage from the Gospel According to St Mark maybe? Whilst Natalie was more inclined to seek out prolonged late-night action under my covers – The Yardbirds’ one-time hit Over Under Sideways Down , coming readily to mind here, Jenna still had this thing for being squashed submissively up against the steering wheel pre-school. I have a theory that she rather likes the feel of sticky panties as she sits at her desk. No accounting for taste. Certainly fun getting them sticky! Activities between the three of them were common-place if not significantly on the increase. Two of them would end up taking extraordinarily long showers together when Chris was not home, Jenna and Natalie especially I noticed. Nor was it rare to hear crazed giggling from one of the rooms, and giving in to temptation I would look-in to find Kylie on her back – usually naked or close to – being kissed and fondled by Natalie (she always tends to keep just her panties on) while Jenna would be licking her sister’s pussy in frenzied delight, quite often with her hand in her own knickers (if she had any on). For my part, it was never a wise move to actually go in, as this would invariably degenerate into a three-girl rape session….exactly as they had planned it. I think though that we sensed even then, it all had ultimately to end – as much at home as in the Valley. What otherwise would be the plan? Bring their boyfriends home to routinely fuck their other sisters? Invite Brad, Jerry, Connor and associates to each wedding so they could do a number on the bridesmaids, if not the bride? Have them tell their friends they had to be back home early because their father wanted to try a new position? We hadn’t yet got to the stage of a round table conference but assuredly winds of change were blowing in from the south. Meanwhile the Harper juggernaut rolled on. Interestingly, in discussing life with Jerry, Brad and Warwick amongst others, it seemed that each and every daughter was becoming more and more ..desirous let’s say, of more regular intimacies. According to Warwick, Brianna was skirting dangerously close to the edge of nymphomania so far as her night-time needs were concerned. Hell, my three were well past that! The next gathering saw everyone back at George’s place. Strictly speaking it should have been our turn, but given that in the intermediary period we had hosted a major barbecue function to honor Jenna’s soccer league success at their State semi-final, we were exonerated. Jerry, Brad, Warwick Connor and several others had attended the match and the post barbecue festivities. With no preconceived intent, at least I like to think that, the afternoon had, with the undoubted assistance of several bottles of champagne, taken on the attributes of a typical Harper’s script. Basically, in Natalie’s enforced absence, Jenna and Kylie both found themselves the main attraction and by late afternoon had been so comprehensively fucked by each and every guest a number of times - both singly and together, they were forced to declare giggling, a state of vaginal emergency. The event was soured to a small degree at the point Brad, admittedly whilst ‘under the weather,’ produced a camera–phone and commenced what was obviously intended as his own private photographic exhibition of Jenna, who having been three-quarters stripped of her sports outfit and pushed across a low trestle table in little more than her panties, was being somewhat indelicately penetrated by Connor and his friend. Not that she was objecting. Over with Kylie’s group at the time, I managed to get myself back on-site and wrest the device off him after just one pic. Even though not officially a Harper’s engagement, I reminded him of the total photographic ban in place. Being otherwise fully engaged (if not engorged) at the time, Jenna remains ignorant to this day, of the existence of that one carnally explicit portrait (You think I was going to delete it?) George’s get-together was much like George himself. Polished, very well organised and in good taste. Yes, girls can be fucked tastefully or not. Its all in the methodology and the surroundings. From my viewpoint I took the opportunity of spending most of the day with Larissa. I hadn’t seen that much of her for a few weeks and had been missing her greatly. Didn’t even get to the stage of unhinged physical by-play for quite a while, just preferring to talk, cuddle and kiss her, while catching up on lost moments. My three were by necessity being stripped and fondled however within minutes of the front door closing. Natalie and Jenna found themselves side by side on the same lounge, being French-kissed while other hands worked their way inexorably into their bras and knickers. The last I saw of Kylie, she was being groped on all sides and propelled somewhat roughly into George’s den just across the hallway in nothing more than her high-cut bikini briefs, by four slavering dads. George was with her so I knew the other three would be OK! There were plenty of parents to go around…of both sexes and thus Brianna, Louise, Chantelle, Tanya, Michelle, Brittany, Nadia etc, were all potentially well catered for. Meanwhile Larissa and I had ended up in her bedroom and as I undressed her slowly on her own bed I finally realized what I should always have known and understood. That like my three, she was still just a young girl growing up, experiencing admittedly the sexual freedom not one in twenty million probably have the chance to, yet enjoying her body every bit as much as her partners. Love and sex after all, remain completely separate entities despite the fact that social etiquette tells us they should be intrinsically linked at all times. At one stage I recall George coming in on his own while I was making love to Larissa on her side and with her back to him. She knew he was there. The casual observer might have described the scene as erotically perverse, seeing a girl’s father kneeling at his seventeen-year old daughter’s bedside, gently stroking her neck and shoulders as she is being taken to the heights of sexual passion by a man getting-on for three times her age. It certainly was a surreal experience. I was hoping privately I could maybe return the favor if he and Natalie found themselves in as emotionally vulnerable a position some time in the near future. Probably to allow some of the other girls a little more sexual latitude but “the triplets” were given a rest in the ‘bedroom mazurka’ sequence after the rest period. It was almost refreshing just sitting out in the garden with them and Larissa, just talking normally rather than over-indulging our group libidos. From what I heard later, little Caitlin and Tanya were given extended work-outs in every known position. Not sure who the third girl was. I did notice that Graham, Chloe and Kirsten were absent from the party due, so it was suggested, to it being Chloe’s time of the month. This entire interlude however is not the center-piece of this particular Harper episode. So allow me to move right along. Once in a while, Jerry actually has all his brain cells functioning in parallel. They were, the day he called me and said, “Well, what about a cruise?” “A cruise?” I replied. “You mean like Master & Commander: The Far Side of the World?….or A Night to Remember, Jer?” “Just one of those island cruises,” he answered sullenly. For those of you unfamiliar with Sydney nautical options, this is a city of maritime delights. People get about on boats here like those in Switzerland use skis. Sydney harbor is a boatman’s paradise and being, with the possible exception of San Francisco or Auckland the world’s largest and most heavily populated waterway, it offers any and every floating relaxation imaginable. From two hour harbor cruises to all day trips outside the heads up and down the near coastal inlets, its just a matter of how much damage your American Express card can reasonably sustain. For the well-heeled, the “Tasmanian Sea-Link” car-ferry can zap your family and Camry down to Hobart in a matter of two nights or so. Cost you way more than a return trip to London but hell, it’s one over the top luxury vessel. Now as it happens, Jerry was talking about one of the local island crawls. By “local” I mean Noumea, Vanuatu, French New Caledonia, even the odd “mystery” island as the brochures gushingly promise. All up ultimately, much the same distance as Auckland. Infinite routing permutations and all supported by the latest generation cruise ships….80-100,000 tonne leviathans most of which are considerably bigger than the QE2. The trick is, to get enough people to go to make it economically feasible. A twenty-nine hundred dollar single berth can be picked up for as little as $850 if you get enough people to share a state-room. Well hey, at Harpers, the one thing we weren’t short of was people! Took maybe a week’s organizing but with the upcoming October holidays a seven to eight day cruise would not intrude on any school time. In the upshot, most everyone was more than willing to join the odyssey and with a little coercion we managed to book out five adjoining eight-berth cabins on A-Deck. Myself, the three girls, George, Larissa, Jerry and Michelle in suite 724. Pete, his seventeen year old son Michael, Brad and Louise, Steve and Nadia, Mal and Cathy in 722. Graham, Chloe and Kirsten, Chris, his wife Anne and their daughter Meredith, Wayne and Caitlin in 720. In suite 718 was crammed Paul and Chantelle, Connor and Sandy, Sue and Tanya, Keith and Brittany. In the furthest suite – 716 were Danielle and her dad Mike, Warwick and Brianna, Virginia, her younger sister Rhiannon, and father Craig. Theirs had a spare bed. A rather healthy ratio all up one must admit, of twenty-two girls to seventeen men. The “Valley” was well represented you might say! Boarding that Friday evening was as hectic an affair as you might imagine it would be, with over two thousand people having to cram into Circular Quay where even the bridge of the Pacific Princess towered over the maritime terminal, her rear jutting out almost as far as the Harbor Bridge itself. It was a hot night and the ship’s air-conditioning was working overtime to maintain a comfortable balance between the need for layers of deodorant and frigid indifference. Having lost the odd member of our party at varying times amongst the jostling tourist trade, we finally located our parallel suites and incredibly not having a single piece of luggage misplaced, we checked-in to our quite splendid quarters. First up, and doubtless this was repeated right the way through to 716 a “fight” for the bed with the best view. We had a choice of two double beds a double bunk a single bed and a pull-out trundle. Working on the theory that Jenna was arguably the smallest cabin-member – she inherited the pull-out. Kylie and Natalie had a cat-fight going over the single-bed nearest the window. Solved that by giving it to Jerry. I realized at this stage, “what the hell did it matter anyway?” as if anyone would be staying in the same bed! Purely for reasons of convenience, George and Larissa took one of the doubles, Nat and I the other. That left Michelle and Kylie with the bunk – naturally, they both wanted the top – we even had to toss for that, leaving Kylie muttering “not fair!” The decks were packed as the huge ship was towed away from its moorings by a fleet of tugs. Horns blared from hundreds of other craft and in a traditional show of farewell, thousands upon thousands of colored streamers were tossed by visitors and passengers alike as she slid away from quayside. Free of her restraints, the Pacific Princess’ colossal diesel engines then kicked-in and propelled the cruiser towards Sydney’s North Head and the open sea. Remembering for a moment that this is exactly what it must have been like that night the Titanic pulled away from the docks in Southampton all those years ago, I didn’t feel much like cutting loose emotionally. Jenna must have noticed my passive expression. “What’s wrong?” she said, “You don’t look very happy.” “Its nothing sweetheart,” I replied picking her up around the waist – she weighs peanuts – “Just thinking about some things.” I added, “Sorry if I looked bothered. I’m not at all. Matter of fact I am so looking forward to this whole thing, you better believe it.” With that I kissed her on the lips, much to the obvious distaste of the grizzled middle-aged lady on my left who I doubt had ever had the experience herself, to judge by her bearing and demeanor. Definitely Head warden in a female prison! “She married young,” I muttered to the woman, taking Jenna’s hand and leading her back to our cabin. Life on board a cruise ship is geared towards two things. Providing and maintaining as festive an atmosphere as is possible and extorting from the unwary passenger every last dollar he or she so foolishly brought aboard. You imagine the night-clubs, bars, spas, room-service 24/7 are there purely for your on-board convenience? Think again. These ships are one enormous floating alcoholic haze, beers and spirits all marked-up to Hell and back. By the time your girlfriend is on her third Vodka Cruiser you could have bought a half bottle of decent bourbon at your local liquor store. We all had something way better though – girls! Even by the time the eight of us had returned to 724, Jerry especially was looking a bit needful. Admittedly, our suite was a hellish tease – just three guys and five girls. And didn’t they just all know their drawing power? First things first though. Well clear of the Heads now, the lights of Sydney just a glow on the fading rear horizon, it was time for dinner in the Starlight Club lounge. Having by necessity to pre-book for the entire trip, four complete tables for our entourage alone, we decided our small group would road-test the “Kontiki” bar as an aperitif. The girls, all done up in nice dresses, high heels and make-up, looked anything but underage – we weren’t expecting too many ID checks. The sheer relaxation of being in unpressured surroundings and with no time constraints for once, was a rare luxury. Not long after we had seated ourselves at a darkened but rather cosy little nook down the far end of the cabin, with a round of old Jack and some Island Coolers for the girls, several of the others turned up, including Graeme, but without Chloe and Kirsten not surprisingly. With Hollywood’s best special-effects team, Kirsten could still look no more than twelve! Hot as my three appeared (and I hadn’t missed Jerry’s on-going glances at Jenna’s low cut dress) little Cathy’s turnout was to die for as she winged-in on Mal’s arm. A couple of months younger than Jenna, she was still fifteen, not that you would have known in that evening dress she had on. Shining dark brown hair swept up at the back and with a beautiful little pendant around her neck that complimented two tiny emerald ear-studs. She was just beautiful. Not having indulged in much more than a passing “Hi” since all those months earlier at Warwick’s place, I aimed to do something about that and long before this cruise was finished. Larissa caught me looking at her and tugged my arm playfully. “Way too young for you,” she teased. She had to be kidding! Not that Larissa herself was anything but desire incarnate. Clingy black evening dress, split up the left hand side and though showing enough to tease, was marginally insufficient to get arrested for. I squeezed her hand and leaning forwards kissed her softly. George…ever George, just smiled at me. We were on to our third round of drinks when a steward from the Club Restaurant notified us that our dinner booking was ready. I had to pry Jerry loose from Jenna’s arm. What’s wrong with that guy? He’s turning into a real lap-dog so far as my daughter is concerned! I won’t bore the reader with details of our gastronomic endeavors that night. Suffice to say, the food was exquisite and the dance floor one hell of an aphrodisiac. Ingesting the different perfumes of pretty much a dozen hot and sexy little girls as they allowed themselves to be held up close and personal, one hand tightly around their waist, had a longer-lasting effect than the bourbon let me tell you. I can’t speak for the other guys but as the night wore on I was finding it harder……..well lets just leave it at that shall we? – says it all. Saved the last dance for Kylie and in less time than it took to twirl her around just the once, the earlier caresses and soft words with all those other girls were but a memory. I loved and wanted her so much then, it was hurting me. She knew – I could see it in her eyes. Oddly, there is just one person on this planet, living of all places in Clemson South Carolina, and she knows who I mean, who understands what I am trying to tell you here. What Kylie and I share is beyond special…beyond defining. In another life we undoubtedly shared this same intense relationship only now it was her turn to be my daughter. Not caring whoever happened to be watching, I kissed her on the lips and simply whispered, “Later sweetheart.” On my way back to our suite, I had to check and see who it was on my arm. A beautiful little blonde poppet smiled up at me – Michelle…thank God it wasn’t Jerry or Brad! She couldn’t have chosen a better moment – I loved her too! I think it was our suite we entered – wasn’t of major importance at that stage. There was a bed…that’s all I needed. I pulled her down with me and she melted in my arms. I have no recollection of removing her dress but the next thing I knew she was lying beside me in just her panties and nothing else. Slipping my hand up between those incredibly warm thighs I felt her reaction as I caressed the front of her knickers with not a little urgency. She murmured something but I couldn’t tell what. I just had to kiss her all over. Starting with those wonderful lightly glossed lips I worked my way around to her neck which had her making all kinds of hot little sounds. Gasping softly as I kissed her breasts and now very erect nipples, I felt the softness of her flat tummy and turning her over quickly, tugged down her tiny little briefs. Spreading her legs gently, the gasps turned to whimpers and after that I was lost. It was only as I experienced the greatest of releases that I realized the other double bed was anything but empty. It was also anything but quiet. Though bathed in simply moonlight, the occupants and their deliberations were entirely visible. Jerry, Wayne and Graham were completely naked. They had Jenna, still with her evening dress on apparently, although pushed well up past her hips, kneeling on all fours between them. From what I could make out, Wayne was fondling her breasts right down her dress while wanking himself with his free hand. Jerry had a hold of her hips and was taking her hard from the rear with long deep strokes to judge by his own groans of pleasure. Jenna meanwhile was wriggling about in near-ecstasy and to my everlasting amazement, had a hold of Graham’s erection which she was taking into her mouth as he knelt there, sucking him like there was no tomorrow. The harder Jerry fucked her the greater her moans of pleasure and the deeper she seemed to be taking Graham into her mouth. “Oh God, Jenna,” Graham muttered as he quite obviously came in her mouth. Gripping a handful of her hair tightly, he made sure she had to swallow most every last drop. Jerry meanwhile had begun filling the furthest recesses of her young pussy as he clutched her hips and simply drove it into her. With her hot little ass as elevated as she could get it, she was making sure nothing distracted Jerry from his deliberations. I couldn’t see Wayne’s culminating performance but a sudden shocked “Ohhh” seemed to indicate he had jetted a whole lot of naughty stuff all over her somewhere. That dress was definitely going to be in need of some urgent dry-cleaning. I noticed too as she sat back on her heels, hands between her legs, that Wayne had managed to get both her breasts out which even now he was fondling and pulling playfully as they jutted free of her dress-top, while she sat there compliantly, seemingly unmoved to stop him. “You have the hottest little tits sweetheart,” he mumbled. Predictably, Jenna just giggled. Either totally oblivious to my presence or simply uncaring, the three of them were now in the process of pushing Jenna on to her back. “C’mon, lets strip her completely.” said Graham. I want to fuck her naked.” Having only to divest her of the dress and bra, it was the work of but a moment. Her little mock cry of shock as they got her bra off leaving her fully nude, was priceless. It was only then I glanced down at my side and discovered Michelle had obviously sustained a subtle degree of emotional overload and was curled up beside me sound asleep. Kissing her softly on the cheek, I slipped the covers up around her. Well Graham did say he wanted to fuck her naked and that’s precisely what he did. Dragged to the edge of the bed, where Jerry and Wayne held her legs as wide as they could get them, Graham wasn’t about to waste time with any unnecessary foreplay. Jenna gasped for real, as he pushed right up inside her pussy. It was too dark to make out any details, I can only assume how easy it would have been for him, given the quantity of Jerry’s cum that would have still been on-site. “You are such a hot little slut Jenna,” he remarked, “I so love doing this to you.” One couldn’t really debate the virtues of either statement at that point. His words carried no offense despite their literal meaning. I realized then how many years he must have been looking at her seated behind her desk in class, aware of her girlish tease and simply longing to get his hands inside her bra and panties, if not other things. How many teachers suffer this agony every day worldwide? As both Jerry and Wayne began rubbing her breasts as they jiggled in response to Graham’s hard thrusts, I could see Jenna was almost totally given over to the sensations she was experiencing. Audibly demanding he fuck her harder, she responded to Wayne’s asking her to “rub her own tits” by cupping them and squeezing them in apparently total ecstasy. The other two were left to wank themselves insensible. Graham had a hold of her legs himself and bent now at the knees, he had them spread so wide that had it been daytime, the view would have been wildly arousing let’s say. For my part, this was cruelty supreme. Not because I was watching my daughter getting pleasurably raped, but because more than anything else, I wanted to fuck her myself – preferably with her two other sisters alongside. I didn’t even stay for Wayne’s turn or whatever was to follow. Just as Graham jettisoned what must have been his secondary delivery of the night well up in-between her legs, Wayne was leaning across, asking her something. What that might be one can only surmise. Suffice to say though that as I got off the bed and began to make my way to the door, I saw Jenna easing her naked and abused body astride his lap, indicating the likelihood of his wanting to fuck her front-on as she knelt there like that. Goddammit. I so knew what that felt like too! I figured they had a whole lot more planned for her, individually and together, not to mention when Michelle woke up. Wondering where George, Larissa and my other two had ended up, I knocked on the door of the adjoining suite 722. Steve opened it and ushered me in, looking somewhat hastily up and down the corridor as he did so. A cursory glance around the cabin and I could see why! Pretty much identical a layout to our suite, there must have been fourteen or fifteen people packed in there. It wasn’t an origami class either. On the double bed nearest to the door was a sight that almost stripped my retinas bare. Feisty little Louise Archer was lying full length on a girl I couldn’t see but with her legs spread, to match those of the girl beneath her. Literally pussy to pussy, both were making the most of the volcanically hot contact between their legs. Triangular patches of light and dark curls forming the most delightfully arousing friction. Although obscured somewhat by Brad’s back, who was doing something to his daughter I just couldn’t see, the two older moms – Sue and Anne, though fully dressed, were not only rubbing the two younger girl’s pussies, they were fingering them to the hilt as they writhed in unfettered pleasure. The one beneath Louise, wriggling almost on heat so it appeared. At the point Anne slid her hand up beneath Sue’s skirt and most especially with her daughter Tanya perched on the corner of the bed watching her mom being fingered, one hand inside her own panties, I quite reasonably decided I’d probably knocked on the right door. Leaving the two younger girls to their own devices, Anne and Sue began to kiss. Sue returned the other woman’s up-skirt favor and within seconds, both were clearly masturbating the other. Tanya’s own efforts were given a boost moments later when Steve knelt down in front of the girl and pulling her hand free of her knickers, replaced it with his own. Tanya gave a yelp of surprise but made no effort to stop him. Her mom meanwhile was in the process of divesting Anne of her knickers and as one ragingly hot and trimmed little pussy was displayed for all to see, Tanya’s was playing host to Steve’s middle finger. Glancing at her daughter’s predicament momentarily, Sue nodded her approval. The shocks kept coming. On the adjoining bed was a sight that was simply too much, even for my warped need for gratuitous sexual stimulation. Pete’s seventeen year old son Michael, obviously keen to carry on the family tradition, was taking full advantage of the fact that his father was holding a struggling Kylie (in just her bra and panties evidently) on his lap with her arms pinioned behind her. Kneeling in front of her and responding to his dad’s instructions to “C’mon, fuck the little cunt,” he wasted no time in extricating his somewhat impressive erection. “Well get her panties off son,” Pete barked at him. “You’re gonna fuck her, not ask her to dance.” This brought on a fresh round of struggling as the boy pulled her knickers down, exposing what for him must have been quite some visual Utopia. Pete himself tugged her bra straps off her shoulders, which left her breasts completely open to his son’s gaze and bearing what quite obviously were as erect a pair of nipples as any seventeen year old boy could possibly hope to see. It spurred him on to greater daring, as he tentatively fondled first one then the other as the girl gasped and wriggled. It was at that stage, Kylie looked across and saw me watching her get intimately molested. “Oh Gosh dad,” she cried out at seeing me acknowledge her predicament. The poor boy leaped off the bed like a scalded cat trying in vain to cover his erection. “Its OK son,” I said, “Schools in for the night. You just do what you gotta do. Its cool” He looked at me stunned, as did his Father I imagine. “A..are you sure its alright?” he asked plaintively, renegotiating the coverlet gingerly. “Well son,” I added, “Given your dad’s behaviour the other week with this rather wayward little girl, I kinda figure she’s not gonna mind too much. Just treat her gentle, OK?” “Dad!! “ She cried out in total fake hurt. Those wonderfully sexy little eyes were smiling though. “God, Am I going to fuck her senseless later tonight,” I thought to myself. Watching her being penetrated by a seventeen year old boy was just about the hottest thing I have ever seen. He didn’t have much of a clue as to how to progress…..and that just rendered it hotter still. Having no trouble spreading her vaginal lips and pushing up inside her, he seemed embarrassed having to pump her with an audience on hand (well, especially the girl’s father!) His escalating pleasure however got him well and truly over the line. Watching as she lay back on Pete spreading her legs wide, allowing him better access, was doing things to me. Just then something else happening behind me did a whole lot more. Supposing both or all participating girls had cum, Brad had wandered off and the tableau began to break up. Steve had Tanya face down on the floor the far side of the bed and from the looks of it was raping her silly. As I saw Louise disentangling herself from her hot partner they indulged in one last passionate kiss and I saw who it was. Natalie! At almost the same instant she saw me. “Oh my God dad,” she said, “How long have you been here?” “Long enough to discover that you like other girls sweetheart,” I replied, “Not just your sisters, but hey, that’s great honey, nothing to be embarrassed about.” Before we were able to engage in further conversation, George appeared beside me. As Natalie desperately tried to cover her nakedness he took her hand. “You needn’t be embarrassed Natalie,” he said, “You are just so beautiful.” He then kissed her and got himself on the bed right alongside her. He looked up at me. “With my full blessing my friend,” I told him. I meant every word. Natalie wanted him. I was never surer about anything in my life. She helped him off with his shirt then lay back and allowed him to kiss her passionately. As he lowered his lips to her nipples she let out a little gasp of pleasure and I saw her legs widen instinctively as his lips touched her skin just beneath her breasts then down towards her flat and still girlish abdomen. At the point his fingers began to caress her intimately between her legs, she was his for as long as he wanted her. I didn’t fancy anyone else’s chances with my eldest daughter that night at least…..of either sex. A series of “Ohhhhs” interrupted my reverie. Turning back to the other bed it was clear Michael had just unleashed most every seed he possessed, deep inside Kylie’s pussy. He was finding it hard to come to grips with the fact that the act was complete. He definitely wanted more. His father was like-minded however and without so much as an “Excuse me Ma’am .. but may I?” he flipped her around on his lap which presented Michael with as hot a young female ass as I imagine he had ever seen…or felt up! He began immediately to address the latter shortcoming. Pete meanwhile had his dick at the ready and with Kylie now straddling his lap, was able to slip it well up inside her with maybe not too much finesse, but plenty of zest. As he began to really penetrate her in earnest the whimpers started, becoming fully-fledged moans as he began additionally to nuzzle her breasts as they jiggled but inches from his face. Michael had both hands on her bottom feeling the soft curves all the way to her hips. Moving in closer, they had Kylie sandwiched in between them and at his father’s urging to “rub her tits son,” the boy reached up and began playing with her breasts and nipples, his own cock, fully erect once more, now pressed-up against her lower back. Kylie glanced across and seeing me watching as Pete gave her youthful pussy the treatment she so craved, she just smiled that insufferably sexy little smile of hers. I had to see out the final last act, and as Pete pistoned in to her that last few times, completely adrift from reality now, I could feel his desire and his rampant lust as he spurted his entire consignment of hot sperm deep inside her. For just a moment afterwards, his cock still holed-up in the depths, he stared at her. “You fuck like an angel sweetheart,” I heard him mutter. Now, ain’t that the truth! The sounds of girls experiencing varying degrees of lustful pleasure were in evidence all over the cabin. On the nearby single bed, pretty little Cathy was kneeling between Connor and Sandy. Still in her tight evening dress, she was lying back, eyes closed, against Connor as with both hands down the front of her dress, he was manipulating, much to their joint pleasure I’d estimate, her small but rampantly sexy little breasts. Sandy was making herself equally at home. With the girls knees spread wide, her dress pushed up, and her panties long since history, she had her head well up between Cathy’s thighs and appeared to be licking the young girl’s pussy with a rare passion. For her part, Cathy was thrusting her hips up to meet the older girl’s tongue and was making the hottest little noises as a huge orgasm overtook her while I watched. Giving her little respite, they then undressed her completely and even as I watched, manoeuvered her around until she was lying face down on the very edge of the bed, legs over the side. Naked from the waist down, Sandy positioned herself so that she was kneeling, legs wide apart, not inches from Cathy’s face, while Connor got down on the floor behind the girl and holding her around the hips, took less than ten seconds to locate the entry he sought, between the girls legs. Whether she had been fucked already that night I couldn’t say, but judging by the ease with which he got it in her – I’d say she probably had! Certainly aware of what was expected of her, she wasted no time in lapping at Sandy’s awesomely exposed pussy while Connor took his own sweet time in setting up a rhythm deep within the young girl’s vagina. The three of them were contributing mightily to the overall sounds of contentment reverberating around the cabin. I hadn’t even realized till then, I had my own erection out and was stroking myself without shame. No sooner had Connor completed his tour of duty by spurting what appeared to be a near uterus-filling amount of cum up inside the little brunette, when who should appear bedside but her father. Fully admiring his daughter’s servicing of the older girl, and the stark cries of ecstasy her young tongue was eliciting, Mal swiftly took Connor’s place and grabbing a hold of his cute daughter’s highly visible rear end, he pulled his own cock free and drove it deep between her legs. Giving a little yelp of surprise at his enthusiastic penetration, she turned her head and saw just who it was fucking her so pleasurably. “Dad! “ she cried out. “You shouldn’t be doing that!” So saying, she wriggled her cute fifteen-year old ass in his face for his specific benefit and ensuring of course, that he continued with the assault. “Fuck her hard,” encouraged Connor, seemingly unsure whether to watch Cathy’s incestuous rape or his partner’s approaching orgasm courtesy of this hot little girl’s tongue. From my perspective, I was able to watch both with unrestricted ease. Towards the far left hand side of the cabin, there was more frenetic activity being perpetrated on the double bunk. Two girls entwined on the top – one of them being Caitlin I think. Couldn’t see who the other was. Either way, they had their hands all over each other and were kissing furiously. Caitlin was down to her undies, the other girl looked like she was still dressed. Not for long, I was thinking. It was the contents of the lower bunk that fuelled my interest. If there is one thing I find highly arousing, it’s a girl being fucked silly in just her high heels. (I had plans for Kylie along those lines, if the truth be known) Shame it had to have been Larissa though. Whether Brad (for such was the identity of her partner) had taken everything off but those…or had made her put them on later, I couldn’t tell. Nevertheless, to see her lying there completely naked on her back, her arms above her head holding on to the metal frame, her legs draped wantonly across his shoulders while Brad fucked her in the ultimate missionary position – was both arousing in the extreme and somewhat sad (for me) in its reality. Bravely I smiled down at her when she finally saw me. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel bad or demeaned in any way. I even heard myself uttering the hypocritical words, “Its cool Larissa, I’m OK with this now – just enjoy yourself sweetheart.” But damn it, did she have to enjoy it that much? Brad was hot. Driving into her with such force I was wondering just how sturdy that bunk really was. At the point she reached flame-out, Larissa was crying out for him to fuck her even harder and had her legs splayed to such an extent, the heels of her shoes were scraping his shoulders. Probably unaware even that she was rubbing and pulling her own breasts in ecstasy, she just arched herself ever higher as he finally came in her with creditable momentum. He must have been pumping it into her for ten seconds or more. Figuring it might lessen my own annoyance, I knelt down beside her as Brad withdrew and kissed her deeply. Interesting I thought, that throughout the entire coupling I had just witnessed, Brad hadn’t kissed her once. She smiled at me like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, and taking my hands, held them to her breasts. I think I kicked Brad clean off the bunk! For the remainder of the night there is but one interlude I want to mention. There were many of course, each uniquely arousing and sexy in their own way and not just that night or even just that room obviously. Others I will detail perhaps in the next episode. By 11 p.m. everyone was nearing collapse. As always, the girls seemed to be holding out best. We all decided to call it a night and thus locating Kylie and Natalie from beneath variously interested partners (of both sexes) I had them dress sufficiently to cover the short distance back to our own cabin without being locked-up in the brig overnight on charges of indecent exposure. On entering our own cabin with George and Larissa, Jerry and Michelle were sound asleep in one of the double beds, Wayne was in the bathroom getting dressed while Jenna, believe it or not was still fully naked, down on her forearms on the far edge of the quilt, her bum well up, letting Graham fuck her as hard as he knew how. Those classroom fantasies really were taking a while to play out! I could but wonder just what they had all been doing to her, in the time we were next door. I wasn’t expecting a verbal run-down let’s say! With the lights now on, the amount of cum all over her face, hair….and rear end in particular, suggested it had been an “interesting” session to say the least. “OK, that’s it for the evening Jenna,” I told her, as Graham appeared to finalise his one last shot for glory. Rather than disturb the other two, George and Larissa took a bunk each. After Wayne and Graham had taken their leave (and neither I noticed were walking that well) I sent Jenna in to have a shower and get herself cleaned up. In the mood she was, I made sure none of us went in there with her either. After she emerged a short time later, the hours of abuse had caught up with her and collapsing on to her little trundle bed, she was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Natalie I sent on in to have a shower ahead of us. Those particular staterooms each had the most magnificent private balconies which yielded up a one-eighty degree view starboard. Fold-out lounges and deckchairs meant one could relax for hours while watching whatever was out there to be watched. The passing ocean, approaching or receding coastlines – even a pack of sharks eating some hapless passenger-overboard. It was remarkably peaceful that night as I took Kylie out there through the sliding glass doors. I stood with her, my arms around her shoulders, just looking up at the bank of twinkling stars – the hum of the great diesel motors about the only other sound of the night. Still very warm, the peace and tranquility of the passing ocean was mildly intoxicating. I heard Natalie call out “Goodnight Dad!” and turning around called out to her through the open door, “Be in with you in a few minutes sweetie.” I was so looking forward to sleeping with her. “Isn’t it just beautiful dad?’ whispered Kylie hugging me to her. Indeed it was. Freed of metropolitan air pollution, the stars winked with a clarity they cannot achieve in suburbia. The moon had never seemed to well delineated or so magnetic. Far above us, the lights of a plane were the only man-made intrusion into a vista of unparalleled magnificence. I sat down on the fold-out and drew Kylie down on to my lap. Outlined in virginal moonlight, her profile was one of indescribable beauty. Her youth accentuated, her warmth a constant reminder of the little girl I had held and loved since birth. As she turned her face to me, I kissed her and somehow it wasn’t like other kisses. In that second, I lost my fear of something…What? I don’t know. The fear of growing old? The fear that I would one day lose my daughters? The fear of being alone? Fear that I couldn’t prevent time from taking its toll on every facet of my life. Whatever….that kiss banished any and all negativity that had ever been in my life. “I love you so much Kylie,” I whispered – a totally inadequate statement given what I was then feeling. She flicked a lock of hair out of eyes - a gesture that made me shiver with its simplistic innocence. I desired her more than anything I could explain. “I know dad,” she whispered and nuzzling my neck, brought my entire nervous system to a state of anarchy. My arms encircled her waist and as I brought them higher, feeling the soft curve of the underside of her breasts, I felt her tense….not through trepidation, but through a realisation of what she knew I needed…what we both needed. Kissing her neck softly, she let out an involuntary moan…the softest of sounds, but on a night like that, a moan that was carried on the wind and which magnified somehow, both her innocence and her youth. Slipping one hand up beneath the hem of her dress I felt her sudden intake of breath. I also made the fortuitous discovery that she had not replaced her panties for the trip to our cabin. Reaching higher, my fingers located the ultimate heat-source. Breathing as heavily as me, she spread her legs slightly and as my fingers slipped inside, I felt cum flooding out between my fingers and trickling now down her thighs. Far from having negative feelings about this, I found it highly arousing to imagine what had eventuated recently to cause such a seminal build-up. Penetrating her now to quite some depth, Kylie was wriggling and desperate to be kissed passionately. We were long past the final exit…..only the end of the runway now! Unzipping the dress at the back, she stood up briefly and slipping the straps off her shoulders, let it fall to the ground. She had nothing on beneath it. I had her straddle me on the long chair and with my own erection just this side of seething insanity I allowed her to guide it deep inside her. I didn’t want to spoil the moment by moving……by doing anything Just taking in her moonlit silhouette as she sat on me, proud breasts needing simply to be sucked and loved, hips to be caressed and her beautiful hair as it swayed enticingly around her shoulders. She had always been mine as I have always been hers. I wanted to cry, I wanted the moment to never end. So careful was I with that first gentle thrust up into her. She had her hands on my shoulders and was willing me on. I took her gently and despite my need to possess her physically, spiritually, emotionally…I wanted her to feel everything I was doing to her and to remember that moment for all her life – as would I. I wondered if Natalie was watching. I knew that even if she was – she would understand and say nothing to me about it. I would share with her too, the most special of moments later that night. Gradually, an urgency came to both of us. An urgency that despite the emotional content, has to be addressed the only way it can. My rate of penetration deepened, my grip on her waist noticeably tightened. There was in evidence much moaning – how much of it was mine, I have no idea. “Oh dad,” was all she said as I reached a level of deep vaginal therapy that I had never managed previously. “I want you to cum in me dad” she pleaded, sounding quite unlike she ever had. Never had she even said that to me before. I was determined right then to use her beautiful repository in such a way that no-one ever had or ever will again. It was accomplished almost in silence. I felt the sudden irreversible build-up as did she. Somehow she had orchestrated her own orgasm simultaneously with my own. Kissing her at the critical moment, never had any transfer been so acutely pleasurable or deep-seated. For a moment I could feel the inside of her vagina pulsing with readiness and drawing out of me everything I had to give her. My love for her at that very moment was incomprehensibly deep and meaningful. Kissing wasn’t enough, though our lips were together a full five minutes I would estimate. As the last straggler hiked its way up to her Fallopian tubes, she smiled at me and we spoke not a word. I kissed her breasts, her face, her arms, even her wrists – a very erotic area if there is any shared awareness. “Would you understand what I meant if I said I wished I could have married you Kylie?” I whispered to her. “Of course I do,” she replied. “In my heart you already have dad,” she added softly, hugging me so close. I tried not to let her see the tears. © Peter_Pan/Phrenetic_Ice ** By way of reference, The following is the complete 35-episode (to date) Harper Chronology Forget Harper Valley PTA Return to Harper Valley Hello Harper Valley: Goodbye Innocence Harper Valley: Endgame Harper Valley: The Way Forward If You're Going to Harper Valley be Sure to wear Some Flowers In Your Hair Harper Valley Pleasure Dome HV Eight We Always Lay 'Em Straight You Never Know Your Luck At Harper Valley Up Close & Personal The Downsizing of Harper Valley HV: New Blood Harper Valley 13: You Call that Unlucky? Harpers Bizarre Harper Valley Angels They Shoot Hussies Don't They? 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Many years ago, I was completely in love with my best friend Jim. Actually, I was first friends with his wife but knew they weren’t happy. She would tell me all the time that he was a sex machine, always wanting it and with crazy positions. Every time I was in between boyfriends, I would wonder what Jim’s cock would feel like in my pussy. I never acted on it out of my loyalty to his wife. I knew he cheated a lot and sometimes I thought it was with her blessings. He called me one day to tell me that she had finally left him. Went off to Paris to find herself and wasn’t sure if she was coming back. I figured I would let him mourn a bit and then I would see if he had any interest in me. Well that might have been a mistake as Jim decided to chase anything in a skirt, anything except me. Now Jim was a very handsome man. Dark hair and bright blue eyes. He had a killer smile and a body to die for. He knew he was sexy as hell and sure had many women all over him. I decided that I would stay as his buddy since some of Jim was better than no Jim. I guess I forgot to introduce myself…. My name is Gemma, I think my mom was stoned when I was born (her being a flower child and all and meant to say Jenna but mumbled Gemma instead). I am short, around 5’3, with a big chest (34 D) and blonde hair. I have been told I have a great body by men and women alike. So, Jim and I stayed buddies and dated and fucked other people. One thing we always fought about was sports. We were not originally from the same area and didn’t agree on one sports team. I loved the Indianapolis Colts with a passion while he was a Charger’s fan. YUCK. One Sunday we were at the bar watching football when of course we got into our usual disagreement about which team was better. He bet me a very expensive bottle of wine that his team would have a better record than mine. I joked that I would take that bet and raise him presenting it naked. He laughed and said I was on! Of course, both teams did shitty that year, but my colts just squeaked by with a better record. I was getting a very expensive bottle of wine and I got to see Jim naked at the same time. Everyday I was wet with anticipation that he was going to come over and strip off his clothes. Every shower found me shaving my pussy oh so bare since I knew that’s the way he liked it. Every night found me playing with myself and my rabbit vibrator thinking that tomorrow was the day. Well tomorrow never seemed to be the day and a full month went by before I called him screaming that I wanted my wine. Jim told me to come over the next day after he finished his yard work and he would present me with my wine. I think I frigged myself all night in sweet anticipation of finally seeing the penis that his ex-wife said was a monster. I know I had two fingers up my pussy and my rabbit on my clit in a continuous orgasm during that sleepless night. I was an exhausted freaking mess. I tentatively knocked on his back door later that day and willed my pussy to stop dripping through the sexiest pair of panties I bought just for this occasion. He opened the door butt naked and I almost fainted. While he wasn’t hard yet, he was freaking beautiful. Now I know male genitalia isn’t usually described as pretty but his penis staring at me made my nipples grow hard and my pussy leak. He was big and very thick and very very manscaped. I licked my lips in delight and hoped I would be able to wrap my lips around that shaft later. Well sooner rather than later, I had waited for years. He turned around and he fake tattooed the Colts logo right smack dab on his butt. I just started laughing and grabbed my bottle of wine. Figuring it was now or never I grabbed his butt and asked to see that logo to make sure it was official. He asked if I wanted to take a pic and I said yes. I put my face right down by his butt and snapped a picture. I noticed his penis started to get hard and I leaned over and stroked it with my hand. He started to moan and I reached under his butt and rubbed his balls. He turned around and asked if I was sure. There was nothing I was more sure of right then and there. If that man wasn’t inside of me, I was going to combust. He scooped me up and put me on his kitchen table and started to unbutton my pants while I tore off my shirt. He commented on how sexy my bra and panties were before they were torn off my body. He opened my legs and started kissing around my thighs. I was in heat moving on the table like a crazy person. He finally put his mouth right on my clit and I arched my back right off that table. I literally saw stars. My pussy completely flooded all over his mouth and I found myself shouting how much I needed him. He added two fingers up my pussy and watched me explode in a haze of bright lights. He sat down on the bar stool while I tried to land back on earth. I just stared up at his kitchen celling for a bit wondering if I could ever cum down from that high. I finally leaned up on my elbows with my legs still spread wide on his table, my juices leaking out under my ass. I watched him stroking his penis and finally blurted out that I wondered if he tasted as good as he looked. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the table right in front of him and told me to let him know. I quickly got off the table and kneeled right in front of his crotch. I deeply inhaled the scent coming off of his body and felt my weary body zinging back to life. I kissed up his left knee and kept on my upward march until I was staring at his weeping penis. I licked off the pre cum marveling in the taste of him. I was about to suck Jim’s cock into my mouth. I had wanted this forever and now it was happening. I kissed around his balls and blew a quick kiss on his asshole. I was so tonguing that baby later. I kissed up his shaft and gobbled his giant dick in my mouth. I worshipped his cock with my mouth. How long had I dreamed about this cock right where it was? I kept thinking this better not be a dream. He pulled me up and positioned my soaking wet vagina right over his enlarged head. Finally, he lowered me down and I felt his body joining mine. God, I had never felt so full. How on earth did his ex-wife not want this up her pussy all the time. He bounced me on his dick and I felt my boobs flying in his face. He lifted me up so his cock was holding me up and walked me over to his couch. I could not keep my legs spread enough for him. I needed him so far up me. He sat down on the couch and told me to turn around. I had never had sex like this so I was unsure until he slid back up my pussy and told me this was reverse cowgirl. he kept one hand on my boob and the other on clit as he jerked up deep in my body. I leaned over putting my hands on his knees and tried to watch his penis going in and out of my vagina. I could feel his planted dick hitting my cervix and I knew nothing had ever been so far in me. He whispered in my ear that he couldn’t hold on much longer as he wanted to fuck me for years. Hearing that I just burst again on his dick screaming out his name. He followed soon after exploding his creamy cum right up into my waiting womb. We stayed sitting on the couch joined in our laps and he started kissing my neck. He whispered how he was still hard and wanted another go at me. He kept me in the same position and pumped up into my body some more. I had never had that happen before. Usually when guys come, it’s all over. He flipped us over and got on top of me in the missionary position and quickly put his dick back up my pussy. He humped hard up into me grabbing my breasts at the same time. The feel of his pelvis bone on my clit made me scream out in surrender. His balls kept hitting my ass and I knew we were both about to go over that hill again. We shouted out our release at the same time and I thought my bones were jelly at that point. We ended up fucking all weekend and yes, I did give him a rim job and he did fuck my ass. There was never talk of birth control and all acts ended with a creampie in my unprotected pussy. It wasn’t too much of a surprise a few weeks later when the pregnancy test turned up positive. We stayed friends with benefits on and off throughout my pregnancy. But he wasn’t the type to stay faithful and I wasn’t sure I wanted to share him. Our daughter was the spitting image of him and we went on to have another child two years later. Our son has the middle name Colt, but I doubt we will tell him the real reason he is named that.

Many years ago, I was completely in love with my best friend Jim. Actually, I was first friends with his wife but knew they weren’t happy. She would tell me all the time that he was a sex machine, always wanting it and with crazy positions. Every time I was in between boyfriends, I would wonder what Jim’s cock would feel like in my pussy. I never acted on it out of my loyalty to his wife. I knew he cheated a lot and sometimes I thought it was with her blessings. He called me one day to tell me that she had finally left him. Went off to Paris to find herself and wasn’t sure if she was coming back. I figured I would let him mourn a bit and then I would see if he had any interest in me. Well that might have been a mistake as Jim decided to chase anything in a skirt, anything except me. Now Jim was a very handsome man. Dark hair and bright blue eyes. He had a killer smile and a body to die for. He knew he was sexy as hell and sure had many women all over him. I decided that I would stay as his buddy since some of Jim was better than no Jim. I guess I forgot to introduce myself…. My name is Gemma, I think my mom was stoned when I was born (her being a flower child and all and meant to say Jenna but mumbled Gemma instead). I am short, around 5’3, with a big chest (34 D) and blonde hair. I have been told I have a great body by men and women alike. So, Jim and I stayed buddies and dated and fucked other people. One thing we always fought about was sports. We were not originally from the same area and didn’t agree on one sports team. I loved the Indianapolis Colts with a passion while he was a Charger’s fan. YUCK. One Sunday we were at the bar watching football when of course we got into our usual disagreement about which team was better. He bet me a very expensive bottle of wine that his team would have a better record than mine. I joked that I would take that bet and raise him presenting it naked. He laughed and said I was on! Of course, both teams did shitty that year, but my colts just squeaked by with a better record. I was getting a very expensive bottle of wine and I got to see Jim naked at the same time. Everyday I was wet with anticipation that he was going to come over and strip off his clothes. Every shower found me shaving my pussy oh so bare since I knew that’s the way he liked it. Every night found me playing with myself and my rabbit vibrator thinking that tomorrow was the day. Well tomorrow never seemed to be the day and a full month went by before I called him screaming that I wanted my wine. Jim told me to come over the next day after he finished his yard work and he would present me with my wine. I think I frigged myself all night in sweet anticipation of finally seeing the penis that his ex-wife said was a monster. I know I had two fingers up my pussy and my rabbit on my clit in a continuous orgasm during that sleepless night. I was an exhausted freaking mess. I tentatively knocked on his back door later that day and willed my pussy to stop dripping through the sexiest pair of panties I bought just for this occasion. He opened the door butt naked and I almost fainted. While he wasn’t hard yet, he was freaking beautiful. Now I know male genitalia isn’t usually described as pretty but his penis staring at me made my nipples grow hard and my pussy leak. He was big and very thick and very very manscaped. I licked my lips in delight and hoped I would be able to wrap my lips around that shaft later. Well sooner rather than later, I had waited for years. He turned around and he fake tattooed the Colts logo right smack dab on his butt. I just started laughing and grabbed my bottle of wine. Figuring it was now or never I grabbed his butt and asked to see that logo to make sure it was official. He asked if I wanted to take a pic and I said yes. I put my face right down by his butt and snapped a picture. I noticed his penis started to get hard and I leaned over and stroked it with my hand. He started to moan and I reached under his butt and rubbed his balls. He turned around and asked if I was sure. There was nothing I was more sure of right then and there. If that man wasn’t inside of me, I was going to combust. He scooped me up and put me on his kitchen table and started to unbutton my pants while I tore off my shirt. He commented on how sexy my bra and panties were before they were torn off my body. He opened my legs and started kissing around my thighs. I was in heat moving on the table like a crazy person. He finally put his mouth right on my clit and I arched my back right off that table. I literally saw stars. My pussy completely flooded all over his mouth and I found myself shouting how much I needed him. He added two fingers up my pussy and watched me explode in a haze of bright lights. He sat down on the bar stool while I tried to land back on earth. I just stared up at his kitchen celling for a bit wondering if I could ever cum down from that high. I finally leaned up on my elbows with my legs still spread wide on his table, my juices leaking out under my ass. I watched him stroking his penis and finally blurted out that I wondered if he tasted as good as he looked. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the table right in front of him and told me to let him know. I quickly got off the table and kneeled right in front of his crotch. I deeply inhaled the scent coming off of his body and felt my weary body zinging back to life. I kissed up his left knee and kept on my upward march until I was staring at his weeping penis. I licked off the pre cum marveling in the taste of him. I was about to suck Jim’s cock into my mouth. I had wanted this forever and now it was happening. I kissed around his balls and blew a quick kiss on his asshole. I was so tonguing that baby later. I kissed up his shaft and gobbled his giant dick in my mouth. I worshipped his cock with my mouth. How long had I dreamed about this cock right where it was? I kept thinking this better not be a dream. He pulled me up and positioned my soaking wet vagina right over his enlarged head. Finally, he lowered me down and I felt his body joining mine. God, I had never felt so full. How on earth did his ex-wife not want this up her pussy all the time. He bounced me on his dick and I felt my boobs flying in his face. He lifted me up so his cock was holding me up and walked me over to his couch. I could not keep my legs spread enough for him. I needed him so far up me. He sat down on the couch and told me to turn around. I had never had sex like this so I was unsure until he slid back up my pussy and told me this was reverse cowgirl. he kept one hand on my boob and the other on clit as he jerked up deep in my body. I leaned over putting my hands on his knees and tried to watch his penis going in and out of my vagina. I could feel his planted dick hitting my cervix and I knew nothing had ever been so far in me. He whispered in my ear that he couldn’t hold on much longer as he wanted to fuck me for years. Hearing that I just burst again on his dick screaming out his name. He followed soon after exploding his creamy cum right up into my waiting womb. We stayed sitting on the couch joined in our laps and he started kissing my neck. He whispered how he was still hard and wanted another go at me. He kept me in the same position and pumped up into my body some more. I had never had that happen before. Usually when guys come, it’s all over. He flipped us over and got on top of me in the missionary position and quickly put his dick back up my pussy. He humped hard up into me grabbing my breasts at the same time. The feel of his pelvis bone on my clit made me scream out in surrender. His balls kept hitting my ass and I knew we were both about to go over that hill again. We shouted out our release at the same time and I thought my bones were jelly at that point. We ended up fucking all weekend and yes, I did give him a rim job and he did fuck my ass. There was never talk of birth control and all acts ended with a creampie in my unprotected pussy. It wasn’t too much of a surprise a few weeks later when the pregnancy test turned up positive. We stayed friends with benefits on and off throughout my pregnancy. But he wasn’t the type to stay faithful and I wasn’t sure I wanted to share him. Our daughter was the spitting image of him and we went on to have another child two years later. Our son has the middle name Colt, but I doubt we will tell him the real reason he is named that.

You think Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote places holed-up between fantasy and reality, hope and disillusionment. Jim dreamed - just like everyone else. He dreamed of bygone days when he would leap from his bed Christmas mornings, a flushed and excited eight-year old, taking the stairs two at a time on his descent to the lounge-room. Pushing wide the door respectfully, a trait often exhibited by only-children, you could have lit-up a thousand cities from the glow on the youngster's face as he gazed in awe at the presents piled up around the tree. Jim's parents had never been what you might call well-heeled, yet they had ensured that at whatever cost, their little boy would remember the happiest of childhoods, most especially during the Yuletide season. Their efforts had paid-off handsomely. Marrying in his mid-twenties "for better or for worse," it had proven most definitely the less desirable of those two options. Cathy, fundamentally was a bitch. He remembered back, not long before his mother's death in fact and how she had more or less laid that particular fact out for him. His father had died years earlier and had been spared the worry of his son's great unhappiness. All Jim had ever done was to love his wife unconditionally and in doing so, managing somehow to overlook her selfishness, emotional detachment and cruel insensitivity. For thirty-four years Cathy drove, while he sat out life in the back-seat! Bereft of meaning, the marriage had produced two daughters equally bereft of paternal interest and consideration. Perhaps genetically influenced, both girls from their teenage years onwards found a plethora of reasons not to be home, staying either with girlfriends or maternal relatives. Of little concern to Cathy, it simply afforded her more time to spend in front of the television. The few times Jim tried to talk to either girl about their school-work, their futures, even the most mundane of topics...it was obvious, they had little need for his input into their lives....that having ended one might conclude, with Cathy's abrupt announcement of her subsequent pregnancies. After a while he left them to their own intractable devices. Both girls left home soon after completing school and their finding local employment. He saw them perhaps once a fortnight, usually when they came to visit their mother. Jim would console himself some nights recalling the Christmases when they were yet children and the pleasure he had gotten in recreating for them what still stood-out so vividly from his own past. How had everything gone so wrong? he mused. All he had ever wanted was to love...and be loved! Many years passed. Cathy had died of kidney disease, his daughters had married and moved away to the north of England. A postcard from Marion in the late eighties had put him on notice that he was now officially a grandfather. He had seen the lad but half a dozen times since, the last being when his daughter called in at the local hospital briefly following his triple-bypass . He was in his sixty-fourth year now and living alone in a shabby semi in Portsmouth, the area's solitude matching his own bleak and wind-swept life. Still, he took pleasure in wrapping-up during the wintry months and spending hours on the seafront, looking out at the gray Atlantic, perhaps sensing in the uncompromising and harsh environment, a kinship somehow with his own unstinting tidal existence. The one thing that adverse circumstance had failed miserably in trying to dull or nullify in Jim's life however, was December the 25th. Each year he would decorate the little tree using the same tinsel and colored balls he had so religiously protected and stored away following his parental loss. Within the limitations of his meager savings, he would even buy himself a few presents to be religiously wrapped and placed beneath the tree on Christmas Eve. To the outside world that year, it was an elderly and rather melancholy-looking gentleman that took his time wandering around the stores, picking up and studying the latest toys, deriving tactile pleasure from simply holding the many items that represented those seasonal childhood yearnings. Occasionally he would smile as he held aloft a doll or a farm animal. Mothers would glance at him warily and shepherd their youngsters into the adjoining aisle. They could not know that inside that tattered old coat and scarf, an eight-year old child looked out at his beloved world of remembrances. In Brackensfield's, one of the largest Department stores on the east-side, the newly installed Santa was entertaining a long line of expectant children as their mothers jostled for the dubious privilege of parting with six pounds 75p in exchange for an instant photo of their loved one/s posed on the man in red's knee. No-one noticed the lonely old figure standing alongside the racks of games nearby, watching the awe-struck children as they progressed excitedly along the queue. The moment they had to relinquish their mom's hand and take that last step up to that lofty perch. The encouragement to smile for the camera and then finally those few words with Santa himself. Unseen also, the occasional yet involuntary tear trickling down the man's cheeks. He stayed until the last child had scampered back to his mother and the helpers were hanging up the sign which read "Santa has gone to feed his reindeer and will be back at 6 p.m." For a moment he was lost in his own thoughts. "It means a lot to you doesn't it?" The words jolted him upright. Kindly eyes considerably older than his own even, looked down at him. "I was just remembering," he half-stammered and feeling not a little embarrassed. The eyes smiled. "Ah, the memory of happier times perhaps?" Then after the briefest of pauses, "And what then would you wish for yourself on this cold Christmas Eve?" came the question from deep beneath the bushy beard. "That's easy, " Jim responded. "I'd wish that for just a few hours even, I could spend time with a young lady who might love me for simply myself. Someone I wished I could have met when I was young and had a future." The hand caressed the white moustache. "All of us have a future my friend. It's just a matter of recognizing when it actually started! We must enjoy the opportunities that come along and for some of us," he looked at Jim almost sympathetically, "such times may be of regrettably brief duration." Smiling now, he took Jim's hand. "Well now, a very merry Christmas to you Sir. I must be going. Those reindeer of mine are eating me out of house and home." Jim watched as the tall figure disappeared around the sporting aisle and decided to head home. Although not snowing, it was icy cold outside and he was looking forward to the familiarity of the snug confines of his little home. Perhaps he would indulge himself with a small bottle of brandy, after all, Christmas was but once a year. Entering the small latched gate that opened upon the narrow crazy-paving pathway that led to his front door, he felt upon his forehead first one, then another touch of crystalized cold. He looked up. The weather bureau had been right for once. For only the eleventh time since the turn of the previous century, a genuine white Christmas had been predicted for the south of England. He watched for a few moments, the sporadic flakes as they eddied silently downwards, not yet in sufficient a flurry to lay the groundwork for their heavier relatives. The front door closed behind him, sealing off once more his own little eco-system from the withering elements. Everything was as he had left it. The tree over by the small French doors, those ancient but so well-loved glass balls reflecting the small lights as they winked on and off - tiny beacons of cheer in a room of such gentility and misplaced affection. Beneath the lower branches upon the threadbare carpet, four neatly-wrapped presents lay clustered there. So sad their message of loneliness, yet so inspiring a tradition of hope and goodwill. Jim knelt down and re-arranged them as he liked to do occasionally. He had long since put out of his mind what they contained and was rather looking forward to the morning's discoveries. He allowed his fingers contact with some of the long strands of tinsel. It took no effort on his part to recall his mother kneeling there beside him, showing an eager son how to hang them properly. Closing his eyes, it was her fingertips he now felt, her breath that perceptibly disturbed the symmetry of those lower branches. The plummeting outside temperature was more than enough reason to light the fire in the open hearth that he had earlier prepared. He knelt there watching as the embryonic flames consumed the kindling, giving them sustenance to take-on the challenges of the thicker wood above. Within ten minutes the hearth was ablaze with pyrotechnic good cheer and Jim began to set strategically in place layers of coal that would keep the entire house warm during the night. There is something intrinsically magnetic about an open fire. A lifetime's thoughts and recollections can pass in an instant watching those glowing embers, the small pockets of gas igniting within the lumps of coal and the curious behavior of those tiny flame-creatures as they scurry along the base of the conflagrated logs. Jim walked over to the small but serviceable kitchenette and cooked himself a couple of pork sausages with potatoes and mixed vegetables and with the small room at its optimum temperature now, he watched on television, as he had done every successive Christmas for as far back as he could remember - Miracle on 34th Street. Some years it was A Christmas Carol, but always one or the other. The brandy saw admirably well, to his transition from well-fed comfort to yawning tiredness. The last thing he did was to lay out a final layer of coal before drawing the fireguard across in front of the hearth. He was aware of the old clock in the lounge-room striking, having listened to its comforting message of hourly regularity since he was a small child. Subconsciously he realized it was midnight. It was the other sound however that had him struggling between wakefulness and confused unreality. It's repetition brought him fully awake. Someone at the front door?...his front door? It was only the lightest of knocks. It would have been hard to tell what shocked him more. The inbound blast of freezing air with not a few flurries of heavy snow or the young girl standing on his doorstep shivering there, in just a thin dress. "Could I come in for a few moments please, I'm lost." was all she was able to mutter. The girl was in the last stages of hypothermia to judge by her color and aggravated shaking. Flakes of snow covered her shoulders and long brown hair. He did not fail to notice how pretty she was either and the likelihood that she was surely no more than eighteen or nineteen. He pulled her gently inside and closed the door. "Good heavens child," he said, propelling her gently towards the fireplace. "What on earth are you doing walking around the streets at this time of night...and with no warm clothes." "I...I don't remember," she said, crouching down near the hearth and holding her freezing arms out to the resuscitating warmth. "Something happened and I had to leave....that's all I recall. I don't even know this place!" Jim selected a few small logs from the pile nearby and tossed them on the fire ahead of some more coal to bring up the level of flame. "Are you hungry missy?" he asked. The girl looked-up at him and nodded shyly. "Well you just stay there love - get yourself nice and warm and I'll fetch you something to eat," he said to her. As he pottered about in his little kitchen alcove tossing some bacon and eggs into a frying pan, and a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster, he looked back at the girl. Obviously benefiting greatly from the warmth of the fire, she looked back at him once or twice, smiling and quite obviously at ease in his presence. Looking at her delicately formed body hunched up there on the floor, he realized he wasn't yet too old to recognize the physical attraction of one so young, despite the obvious futility of such recognition. "What about a mug of hot chocolate to be going on with love" he enquired, turning the eggs as he did so. "Oh, yes please," she answered gratefully, hugging herself around the knees as she sat there, seemingly entranced by the flames. Little wispy clouds of steam were rising from the sleeves of her dress and he realized that besides being half-frozen to death she must have been soaked through from the melting snow-flakes. She sipped her hot chocolate delicately. By the time he took out the tray of hot food to her, the color was back in her cheeks and she was altogether a healthier-looking proposition to the freezing and bedraggled young thing that he had first ushered across his minimally populated threshold. He had wanted to ask her all sorts of questions but thought better of it, preferring to watch as she relished the simple but satisfying meal he had brought her. "What's your name miss?" he found the courage to ask her. "Cassandra," she replied, but most people call me "Cass, or Cassie." she added, looking up at him between mouthfuls. "Well, I like Cassandra," he told her, "If you don't mind I'll call you that - it's a lovely name....for a lovely young lady, if you don't mind me saying so." he blushed at his own words and she caught the color rising in his cheeks. "You're a little shy with girls aren't you?" she asked. "Oh, and you haven't told me your name either, have you?" "Ohh, sorry...no I forgot," he said to her. "I'm Jim...just old Jim!" "You're not that old," she observed with a commendable degree of tact. "Ah, but I am Cassandra," he smiled at her wistfully. "Way too old I'm afraid." "You're a very kind person, I know that much," she smiled up at him. "A girl knows instinctively who she's safe with and who she can trust." He was watching her now, noticing just how young she was, the beautiful unlined face, blemish-free skin, girlish figure that promised more than he dared remember. He wondered how he must look to her? Never realistically having been even "handsome" in his youth, his skin was old and sagging in places now - all the wrong places at that! Beneath his eyes, his jowls, around his considerably expanded and flabby waistline, even the tops of his gnarled old hands were wrinkly, the veins standing out like speed-humps gone feral. Liver-spots were starting to make their presence known and to describe his hairline as receding, would not begin to recount the cranial carnage wreaked over the past twenty years. Reduced to a few white hairs, those currently on-site presented themselves as little more than a ruffled patchwork at the best of times. As if subconsciously aware of his hirsute shortcomings, he ran his hand across his head suddenly, flattening a few rogue strands. "Well to me you're not old Jim....just a really nice man," she smiled up at him sweetly as she finished her food, offering him up the tray. Her words touched him and quite without any logical reason, he wanted to put his arms around her and hold her tight....the daughter he had never had... the wife he had never known....the lover he had so futilely longed for. Instead however, he simply took the tray and trudged back to the kitchen, aware for the first time since he had let her in, how additionally grotty he must appear to her in those tatty old pajamas and dressing-gown he was wearing. Seemingly reading his mind, she called out to him, "Jim, come and sit beside me in front of the fire for a while." Not even questioning why she would ask such a thing of him, he shuffled back to the fireplace and eased himself down beside her. For a while they both stared into the dwindling flames. He noticed now the little silver chain around her neck and the tiny locket that she seemed to be holding for comfort as she sat there. "That's a very pretty little treasure," he said to her. Looking at it for just a few moments she smiled back at him. "Yes, it was given to me by a very dear person. It means everything to me." Now her immediacy was affecting his judgment and he took her hand in his. "May I please?" he asked, looking at her delicately shaped hand resident now in his own palm, "Only for a moment Cassandra.....I just want to remember what it feels like..it's been such a long time." Whatever response he had been expecting, he was not prepared for that which he received, as she leaned across and kissed him softly on the lips. It was not a long kiss but in the three or four seconds contact he was treated to a kaleidoscope of emotions. Shock, pleasure, embarrassment, disorientation and not the least - arousal! Pulling back, but still holding the girl's hand, which for some reason was recalling impossible memories, he was momentarily lost for words. "You....you shouldn't be doing that," he stuttered. "Why not?" she said, looking as cute as a button, "I wanted to! Didn't you like it?" she teased, then looking serious for a moment. "You have been very kind to me...I just wanted you to know I really appreciate it. As she was speaking, he found himself studying her closely once more. The little wisps of brown hair curling around her earlobes, the almost unkempt locks that fell across her forehead and which jiggled as she emphasized her point. Her pretty and expressive little face without a trace of make-up, not that any could possibly improve on what nature had already set in place. Despite her youth, something about her was bordering on the old-fashioned. Perhaps it was the dress. Although well fitting - especially so he noted, in areas he hardly dared contemplate - the hemline was longer than girls her age tended to wear and certainly was without any mainstream appeal so far as he could judge. On her though it looked perfect and he found himself wishing he could hold and caress something other than her hand. A log suddenly crackled and the girl started in surprise. He took the opportunity to put his arm around her shoulders hoping against hope she would not react unfavorably. How he wished it was a young arm and not that of an old man that carried now the fully unrealistic hopes of its owner. Far from rejecting the gesture though, Cassandra snuggled in to him. "You make me feel safe and protected," she whispered, turning her head slightly. The movement caused her dress to gape slightly at the front and for a moment he saw the onset of the downward curve of her cleavage. She had fairly small breasts he had determined and again inexplicably, something of a hazy remembrance came to him. She was saying something to him. It surely couldn't be what his mind was hearing? "Kiss me again Jim.....please," In that instant he fell apart emotionally. With what would appear to any onlooker to be the sad, if not pathetic spectacle of an old man trying to resurrect his forgotten romantic habits, he pulled her back until she lay in his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. Soft, gentle and confidently pliant lips met their coarse, trembling and long-since used partner's. As both the beauty and hideous reality of the interaction washed over him, he was unable to prevent the tears building up. "I'm so sorry Cassandra," he cried...."I don't know what's come over me. I'm just a really lonely old man and.....and well, you're just so pretty...." He was wracked in an agony of despair. She smiled at him. "You're not an old man Jim....you never were.....Look, see!" So saying, she held his hands up before him. Unable to accept what his eyes would have him believe, he stared at the strong and well-shaped hands. No hint of a wrinkle. Wide wrists heralded the onset of muscular arms that disappeared up beneath the sleeves of his old pajamas. He had no need of a mirror, he knew his face was that of a young man. He could feel the weight of thick and luxuriant hair which even now curled almost to the nape of his neck. He sought not to question this miracle, merely to address its purpose. Carrying her to his bedroom where neither the crumpled bed linen, nor the faded and decrepit wallpaper held sway any longer, he laid Cassandra on the top sheet. Turning away from him she sat up and raised her arms. Gently he unzipped the dress and watched as she pulled it over her head. She wore nothing beneath. Make love to me," she barely whispered. He found disrobing in front of her, an act easily effected without the slightest inhibition. He remembered then, how it was something neither he nor Cathy had ever been comfortable with. He couldn't recall ever actually seeing her fully naked - nor having the desire to! Allowing him to spread her as far as he wished, she closed her eyes and wriggled her hips enticingly as he entered her. Making full use of his restored and youthful physique, Jim thrust hard into her - not with any semblance of distasteful force but rather, one of masculine dominance at a time a girl might understandably wish to be dominated. After their frenetic early needs subsided, Jim lay down behind her, pulled her close to him and pulled the bedclothes over them. Cassandra with her back to him, pulled his arms tightly around her breasts and lay still, listening to their respiratory rates even out. She didn't want to think about having to leave or about what she knew had shortly to be. All Jim was able to think about was by whatever miracle, an angel had been delivered to his door this night. He would worry about an explanation in the morning. God willing he should never lose her again, yet somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind he knew he had experienced these thoughts some time in the past. ** An old man woke Christmas morning. His cries of anguish at his loss would have melted the heart of the least compassionate of men. "How could a dream be so real?" "How could any God be so cruel?" were just two of the questions he suspected he was never likely to be receiving an answer to. Determined however that nothing would ever undermine his love of the festive season, he decided he would first make himself a pot of tea and entering the tiny kitchen he had to grasp a hold of the door-frame to steady his nerves...if not his sanity. Sitting there on the bench was the tray, containing one dirty plate with traces still of bacon rind and a small yellowish stain. Struggling to make sense of the non-sensical, the only rational explanation in his view was that whilst in a semi-delusional state, he had actually cooked that meal last night....and presumably eaten it. He made his pot of tea and whilst waiting for it to draw, went to the front door and opened it. Snow must have been falling all night. The front path, grass and flowerbeds were now but a uniform white blanket, the trees - icy sculptured sentinels. All around, picturesque serenity, a silent white matte-work. Returning to the living room, he went across to the little tree - and stared! Five presents now sat in a cluster-pattern beneath those lower branches, one far smaller than the rest, slightly away to the right. The wrapping looked faded but again, somehow familiar. As he picked it up he felt a decided chill. His hands trembled as the little heart-shaped box was exposed. It looked quite old. Removing the lid, he saw what was inside and his world spun away. Shaking fingers opened the tiny silver locket, and with tears of passion raking his cheeks, he read what he already knew was so minutely inscribed there. "To Cassandra from your loving husband Jim. Christmas 1832" ** © Phrenetic_Ice/Peter_Pan Please visit “The World of Peter_Pan” www.theharperexperience.com

So before i get started let me clarify that nothing physical happened until i was of legal age. Also this is my first story so please be kind and helpful with comments or ideas on how to improve. Also if anybody has any questions about this story JUST INBOX ME ;). Enjoy My dad and I had always been close in what some people would call an "odd" way. My mom passed away when I was 3 so dad basically raised me by himself. Growing up we did everything together. Cuddled (sometimes he would be naked) and watched sports, went to games, he would give me baths, and some other stuff. But as I got older I noticed how dad would start to look at me more and more and for longer amounts of time. Well I love sports so when I made my college swim team i was excited. I loved it. And I was actually pretty good at it. The only thing I wasn't used to was the "trunks" we had to wear. The coaches could call them trunks all they want but they were more like speedos/thongs for guys. So ya they took getting used to haha. Anyway, my first day of practice I came home still in my "trunks" and went to the kitchen to find my dad. I walked in and noticed dad eyeing me. Dad=hey how was the first day? Me=not bad, these (I point to my trunks) are going to take some getting used to though Dad=ha ya I bet. Don't worry they look fine. Hey your uncle is coming into town Friday for the big first scrimmage. Me=oh ok cool. Well I'm tired so I'm going to change and go to bed. I turned and walked towards my room and as I left I saw dad looking at my ass. The next few days were filled with dad eyeing me up and down and making jokes about me being a swimming stud. So when Friday came I was hoping I could actually win my race. I woke up Friday morning and was at the training pool before dad even woke up. 10 mins before the race started I saw dad walk in with my uncle. Dad and my uncle kind of look alike. Dad is about 6'4 with medium muscle and abs. My uncle was about the same but a bit more muscular. I got ready and positioned in my starting stand. As dad and my uncle found their seats (right behind me of all places). The gun went off and I was in the water and off to the races. I ended up winning the heat by almost 3 seconds. After the entire meet was over I met dad at the stands. Dad=hey your uncles bringing the car up front. I have your gym bag so just meet us outside. Me=ok I'll just shower quick Dad=no don't worry about it your not that dirty. Realizing I was still in my speedo I ran to the car with my towel around me. As I got in the middle of the van I was greeted by my dad sitting next to me and my uncle driving. Uncle=well if it isn't mr speedy Me=ha thanks. Glad you could make it Uncle=no problem body. Seatbelt's on everybody! I put on my seatbelt and we headed home Dad=so didn't I tell you he fit out that speedo nice? Uncle= ya you did. Me=what do you guys mean? Dad=nothing son you just fill it out in the right areas for a boy your age Uncle=I can't disagree on that Me=oh well ummm thanks HERE'S WHERE IT STARTS Dad grabbed my towel and pulled off from around me. DAD=So would you like to see what he's hiding under this speedo? UNCLE=I'm kind of driving he joked DAD=just pull over in this parking lot then (I thought they were joking until the van pulled in and parked) ME=what are we doing? (As my uncle gets out of the van and gets in and sits on the other side next to me) DAD= don't worry it's ok. We just want to see what you have down there . ME=what? DAD=it's ok, remember how you used to see mine when you were younger? And I saw yours in the tub during baths. ME=ya I......gues(before I could finish my sentence dad pulled my speedo down to my feet) DAD and UNCLE= wow DAD=you have grown since the last time I saw it UNCLE=hell champ your hung for your age ME=(sitting there a little embarrassed and nervous) really? DAD= oh yeah you are. (Without warning he took my limp dick and shoved it in his mouth) I let out a shocked/surprised gasp but my uncle just put his hand on my shoulder UNCLE=it's ok buddy. Just relax. ME=it actually....hmmm...mm...feels pretty good. My uncle laughed and watched as my dad deep throated my cock. My cock started to grow in my dads mouth as he licked my rod and looked up at me. I tilted my head back and relaxed. It felt AMAZING. UNCLE=your dads been talking about wanting to do this for a long time now ME=hmmmm really? UNCLE=yep. And now I see why, your body is great. Would you want to try something? ME=sure My uncle unzipped his pants and pulled out one of the fattest dicks I'd ever seen. He then grabbed my head and guided my mouth down on top of his dick. I didn't know what to do so I just did to my uncles cock what dad was doing to mine. UNCLE=thatta boy UNCLE=you think he's ready? DAD=(pulls his head up from my cock) ya I think so My uncle picked me up turned my ass towards him then set me on his lap. I could feel his saliva covered dick touching my back. It had gotten even bigger. UNCLE=ready when you are (My dad moved himself in front of me and took of his pants and sat down in front of me) (my uncle slapped me on the ass and said brace yourself. With that he picked me up and sat me on his dick) UGHH!!! I let out a cry of slight pain. But as soon as my mouth opened my dead shoved his now exposed dick in it. I tried to push his dick out and gasp for air but he held the back of my head in place and throat/face fucked me. As I was gagging on dads dick my uncle started to pound my ass. I felt my ass jiggle/bounce with every thrust. He let out a moan as the pain I felt at first started to fade and reemerge as pleasure. My dad continued to face fuck me as he asked my uncle where he should cum. UNCLE=well I'm cumming on his nice little bubble butt ass (he smacks my ass) DAD=hmmmm I'm about to cum. I was surprised when the saliva in my mouth was replaced with a thick warm liquid. DAD=OHHH FUCK YES!!! He pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my face as my uncle pulled out and came on my ass. I sat down in the chair sore and tired. DAD=now you REALLY need a shower when you get home We all got dressed and went home. The whole drive home i couldn't believe what just happened. I had just been fucked and used by my own family. I sat there silent in a wave of different emotions as we drove home. What shocked me the most was that dad and my uncle were having a normal conversation like nothing had just happened. We got home and i got out of the car and headed to the door. As i opened the door i felt a hand smack my ass behind me. I turned my head to see my dad behind me. DAD="hey how bout we keep this little thing between the three of us? No telling how other family members would react if they found out" A slight rush ran through me at the idea of such a taboo secret. ME="ya....um ya sure." I said as i walked into the house. A few hours passed and my uncle had gone back to his house. I was in my room all showered and cleaned up and watching tv when dad knocked on the door. I got a bit turned on as i thought about what he could want or need. ME="come in." Dad walked in and walked up to my bed DAD="hey son look.....I...about earlier. I'm sorry i just couldn't resist or help myself. Your uncle and i had been talking about you for a while and it just.." I cut him off ME="did you enjoy it?" DAD="wh..what?" ME="did you enjoy touching your boy?" I smirked a bit DAD="well...well ya. Look I'm sorry if it hurt you or.." I cut him off again ME="did he enjoy it to?" DAD="who your uncle? Yes he said he loved it." I smiled a bit. Well then it's fine DAD="really?" ME=" ya, i see cocks all the time in the locker room. Besides it's not like i have never been with a guy before. Your just....just um..i was never expecting to ever see or feel the cock of a family member." DAD=" ya I'm just.. Well we are sorry." ME="so you both really enjoyed it huh?" I laugh DAD="if I'm being honest FUCK YES!" Hearing all this gave me an idea that got me stiff. ME="Ok well I'm going to bed dad. Night." DAD="goodnight son" As dad left my room I laid awake thinking about something i never thought i would. Who else in my family would or even wants to fuck me? The next morning i was horny due to everything that was done and said the day before. I felt like being a tease so i got up and headed to my sister's room. She was away at college so the room was pretty clean. I walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom container. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I got to the bottom of the steps and saw dad with his back to me in the kitchen cooking. I walked up to him and stood beside him facing him. ME="so what is for breakfast?" Dad looked towards me and his mouth dropped and his eyebrows raised as he saw his son wearing a short skirt belonging to his daughter. DAD="HOLY...What are you doing?!?" ME="what you don't like it?" I do a slow spin around to show how the beginning of my ass cheeks show just before the skirt hides them. DAD="no it's just i....uh..well i didn't expect this." I smiled knowing that being a tease is what i do best. I sat down in a chair across from my dad with my legs unfolded. ME="so i'm curious, besides uncle has anyone else in our family said anything about me or my body?" Dad noticing i wasn't wearing any underwear could see the beginning of my balls in the skirt DAD="why do..you ask? I mean your grandpa always says what a great mature man you have grown into but i don't get why your asking." I look at him and smirk ;) DAD="you're not serious are you? You don't mean you want to try anything crazy with someone do you?" ME="i have been hard ever since you and uncle did what you did. It is such a rush now looking back and thinking about it now. I want to see if anyone else is kinky like you and him." DAD="no! No way! There is no way the whole family would all be ok with that." I stand up and walk over to him. ME="that is why we are going to do some thinking and research first. Come on dad. So far we know you and uncle wouldn't mind it. You said grandpa has talked about me. What about anyone else? What about uncle Timmy? Isn't he gay? Come on we have to find out and i have an idea of how to find out who would be interested." ME="we will make a list of everyone we think would be interested in at least seeing me not necessarily touching me. Then i will text them a pic of me. If they respond with rage or negatively i'll just tell them it was supposed to go to a girlfriend." Dad stood there surprised. DAD="wow! You have actually thought this out?" ME="ya and just leave the rest to me" So as dad listed off those he thought would be interested i was eating and getting turned on just thinking about who in my family might be interested. About two hours later dad came to me and gave me the list of everyone to send the pic to. DAD="i can't believe we are doing this." I grabbed my phone and handed it to dad DAD="what? " i smirked and replied ME="i need someone to take the pic and it's not like you haven't seen me naked before." I joked. DAD="ok." Without warning dad pushed me onto the kitchen table. DAD=lift up the skirt a bit so they know what they might be getting." I listened and lifted it a bit as he took the pic. He then turned me around and slapped my ass. DAD="lift up the skirt, let them see your bubble butt to." I did and dad took the pic. I took my phone and sent it to the list of relatives we made. A few hours passed and there was no word from them. Then one by one replies came in. Of the list that we made only two people off of the list replied in a bad way so i just told them it was supposed to go to a gf. As i looked at those who replied in a decent way i got a bit hard as i read their replies out loud. "DAMN!" And "don't know how or why i got this but i'm not complaining :)". i showed dad the texts and he was shocked. DAD="no way! No fucking way!" ME=" HA! i told you. Now we wait a week and then at thanksgiving reunion i'll show you my final plan." DAD="ok. If you say so." So all week long i couldn't get the idea or more family members touching and seeing me out of my head. Finally thanksgiving day came. That morning i woke up rock hard. I was about to but on some briefs and my pants when i got an idea. Instead i headed to my sister's room and grabbed a few things. I got dressed and headed downstairs. Dad and i got in the car and took off to my uncle Kevin's house (the one who fucked me) because he was hosting the family reunion. As my dad drove i couldn't stop thinking about what might be about to happen when we get there. DAD="what are you going to do or say if someone says something or asks you about the pics?" He worried. ME=" just relax and leave it to me. Besides even if anyone was going to say anything about getting pics like that from a relative i doubt they would tell other people in the family about it. Just relax." We arrived at the house and as soon as i walked through the door i was getting looks from those of my family who replied in decent way. Their looks of confusion and wonder kind of turned me on a bit. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to everyone who had replied positively to my pic text. I sent a text saying "nobody say a word about the text. Not everyone here received those pics like you did. Just wait till all the other family members leave and ill explain everything". I sat down and tried to control all the hormones building up inside me. Everyone sat done at the table to eat the thanksgiving meal. As i finished my plate i went and sat back down. About two hours passed and goodbyes were said and hugs were given and some family members left the party to return to their homes. I looked around to notice everyone who had replied to my pics was still here. I stood up and took a deep breath ME="ok now that they are gone everyone follow me. And NO! the kids can't come with you." I put in a kids dvd for the kids to watch as i guided everyone else into the living room. THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUN ;) PART 2 coming soon

So before i get started let me clarify that nothing physical happened until i was of legal age. Also this is my first story so please be kind and helpful with comments or ideas on how to improve. Also if anybody has any questions about this story JUST INBOX ME ;). Enjoy My dad and I had always been close in what some people would call an "odd" way. My mom passed away when I was 3 so dad basically raised me by himself. Growing up we did everything together. Cuddled (sometimes he would be naked) and watched sports, went to games, he would give me baths, and some other stuff. But as I got older I noticed how dad would start to look at me more and more and for longer amounts of time. Well I love sports so when I made my college swim team i was excited. I loved it. And I was actually pretty good at it. The only thing I wasn't used to was the "trunks" we had to wear. The coaches could call them trunks all they want but they were more like speedos/thongs for guys. So ya they took getting used to haha. Anyway, my first day of practice I came home still in my "trunks" and went to the kitchen to find my dad. I walked in and noticed dad eyeing me. Dad=hey how was the first day? Me=not bad, these (I point to my trunks) are going to take some getting used to though Dad=ha ya I bet. Don't worry they look fine. Hey your uncle is coming into town Friday for the big first scrimmage. Me=oh ok cool. Well I'm tired so I'm going to change and go to bed. I turned and walked towards my room and as I left I saw dad looking at my ass. The next few days were filled with dad eyeing me up and down and making jokes about me being a swimming stud. So when Friday came I was hoping I could actually win my race. I woke up Friday morning and was at the training pool before dad even woke up. 10 mins before the race started I saw dad walk in with my uncle. Dad and my uncle kind of look alike. Dad is about 6'4 with medium muscle and abs. My uncle was about the same but a bit more muscular. I got ready and positioned in my starting stand. As dad and my uncle found their seats (right behind me of all places). The gun went off and I was in the water and off to the races. I ended up winning the heat by almost 3 seconds. After the entire meet was over I met dad at the stands. Dad=hey your uncles bringing the car up front. I have your gym bag so just meet us outside. Me=ok I'll just shower quick Dad=no don't worry about it your not that dirty. Realizing I was still in my speedo I ran to the car with my towel around me. As I got in the middle of the van I was greeted by my dad sitting next to me and my uncle driving. Uncle=well if it isn't mr speedy Me=ha thanks. Glad you could make it Uncle=no problem body. Seatbelt's on everybody! I put on my seatbelt and we headed home Dad=so didn't I tell you he fit out that speedo nice? Uncle= ya you did. Me=what do you guys mean? Dad=nothing son you just fill it out in the right areas for a boy your age Uncle=I can't disagree on that Me=oh well ummm thanks HERE'S WHERE IT STARTS Dad grabbed my towel and pulled off from around me. DAD=So would you like to see what he's hiding under this speedo? UNCLE=I'm kind of driving he joked DAD=just pull over in this parking lot then (I thought they were joking until the van pulled in and parked) ME=what are we doing? (As my uncle gets out of the van and gets in and sits on the other side next to me) DAD= don't worry it's ok. We just want to see what you have down there . ME=what? DAD=it's ok, remember how you used to see mine when you were younger? And I saw yours in the tub during baths. ME=ya I......gues(before I could finish my sentence dad pulled my speedo down to my feet) DAD and UNCLE= wow DAD=you have grown since the last time I saw it UNCLE=hell champ your hung for your age ME=(sitting there a little embarrassed and nervous) really? DAD= oh yeah you are. (Without warning he took my limp dick and shoved it in his mouth) I let out a shocked/surprised gasp but my uncle just put his hand on my shoulder UNCLE=it's ok buddy. Just relax. ME=it actually....hmmm...mm...feels pretty good. My uncle laughed and watched as my dad deep throated my cock. My cock started to grow in my dads mouth as he licked my rod and looked up at me. I tilted my head back and relaxed. It felt AMAZING. UNCLE=your dads been talking about wanting to do this for a long time now ME=hmmmm really? UNCLE=yep. And now I see why, your body is great. Would you want to try something? ME=sure My uncle unzipped his pants and pulled out one of the fattest dicks I'd ever seen. He then grabbed my head and guided my mouth down on top of his dick. I didn't know what to do so I just did to my uncles cock what dad was doing to mine. UNCLE=thatta boy UNCLE=you think he's ready? DAD=(pulls his head up from my cock) ya I think so My uncle picked me up turned my ass towards him then set me on his lap. I could feel his saliva covered dick touching my back. It had gotten even bigger. UNCLE=ready when you are (My dad moved himself in front of me and took of his pants and sat down in front of me) (my uncle slapped me on the ass and said brace yourself. With that he picked me up and sat me on his dick) UGHH!!! I let out a cry of slight pain. But as soon as my mouth opened my dead shoved his now exposed dick in it. I tried to push his dick out and gasp for air but he held the back of my head in place and throat/face fucked me. As I was gagging on dads dick my uncle started to pound my ass. I felt my ass jiggle/bounce with every thrust. He let out a moan as the pain I felt at first started to fade and reemerge as pleasure. My dad continued to face fuck me as he asked my uncle where he should cum. UNCLE=well I'm cumming on his nice little bubble butt ass (he smacks my ass) DAD=hmmmm I'm about to cum. I was surprised when the saliva in my mouth was replaced with a thick warm liquid. DAD=OHHH FUCK YES!!! He pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my face as my uncle pulled out and came on my ass. I sat down in the chair sore and tired. DAD=now you REALLY need a shower when you get home We all got dressed and went home. The whole drive home i couldn't believe what just happened. I had just been fucked and used by my own family. I sat there silent in a wave of different emotions as we drove home. What shocked me the most was that dad and my uncle were having a normal conversation like nothing had just happened. We got home and i got out of the car and headed to the door. As i opened the door i felt a hand smack my ass behind me. I turned my head to see my dad behind me. DAD="hey how bout we keep this little thing between the three of us? No telling how other family members would react if they found out" A slight rush ran through me at the idea of such a taboo secret. ME="ya....um ya sure." I said as i walked into the house. A few hours passed and my uncle had gone back to his house. I was in my room all showered and cleaned up and watching tv when dad knocked on the door. I got a bit turned on as i thought about what he could want or need. ME="come in." Dad walked in and walked up to my bed DAD="hey son look.....I...about earlier. I'm sorry i just couldn't resist or help myself. Your uncle and i had been talking about you for a while and it just.." I cut him off ME="did you enjoy it?" DAD="wh..what?" ME="did you enjoy touching your boy?" I smirked a bit DAD="well...well ya. Look I'm sorry if it hurt you or.." I cut him off again ME="did he enjoy it to?" DAD="who your uncle? Yes he said he loved it." I smiled a bit. Well then it's fine DAD="really?" ME=" ya, i see cocks all the time in the locker room. Besides it's not like i have never been with a guy before. Your just....just um..i was never expecting to ever see or feel the cock of a family member." DAD=" ya I'm just.. Well we are sorry." ME="so you both really enjoyed it huh?" I laugh DAD="if I'm being honest FUCK YES!" Hearing all this gave me an idea that got me stiff. ME="Ok well I'm going to bed dad. Night." DAD="goodnight son" As dad left my room I laid awake thinking about something i never thought i would. Who else in my family would or even wants to fuck me? The next morning i was horny due to everything that was done and said the day before. I felt like being a tease so i got up and headed to my sister's room. She was away at college so the room was pretty clean. I walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom container. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I got to the bottom of the steps and saw dad with his back to me in the kitchen cooking. I walked up to him and stood beside him facing him. ME="so what is for breakfast?" Dad looked towards me and his mouth dropped and his eyebrows raised as he saw his son wearing a short skirt belonging to his daughter. DAD="HOLY...What are you doing?!?" ME="what you don't like it?" I do a slow spin around to show how the beginning of my ass cheeks show just before the skirt hides them. DAD="no it's just i....uh..well i didn't expect this." I smiled knowing that being a tease is what i do best. I sat down in a chair across from my dad with my legs unfolded. ME="so i'm curious, besides uncle has anyone else in our family said anything about me or my body?" Dad noticing i wasn't wearing any underwear could see the beginning of my balls in the skirt DAD="why do..you ask? I mean your grandpa always says what a great mature man you have grown into but i don't get why your asking." I look at him and smirk ;) DAD="you're not serious are you? You don't mean you want to try anything crazy with someone do you?" ME="i have been hard ever since you and uncle did what you did. It is such a rush now looking back and thinking about it now. I want to see if anyone else is kinky like you and him." DAD="no! No way! There is no way the whole family would all be ok with that." I stand up and walk over to him. ME="that is why we are going to do some thinking and research first. Come on dad. So far we know you and uncle wouldn't mind it. You said grandpa has talked about me. What about anyone else? What about uncle Timmy? Isn't he gay? Come on we have to find out and i have an idea of how to find out who would be interested." ME="we will make a list of everyone we think would be interested in at least seeing me not necessarily touching me. Then i will text them a pic of me. If they respond with rage or negatively i'll just tell them it was supposed to go to a girlfriend." Dad stood there surprised. DAD="wow! You have actually thought this out?" ME="ya and just leave the rest to me" So as dad listed off those he thought would be interested i was eating and getting turned on just thinking about who in my family might be interested. About two hours later dad came to me and gave me the list of everyone to send the pic to. DAD="i can't believe we are doing this." I grabbed my phone and handed it to dad DAD="what? " i smirked and replied ME="i need someone to take the pic and it's not like you haven't seen me naked before." I joked. DAD="ok." Without warning dad pushed me onto the kitchen table. DAD=lift up the skirt a bit so they know what they might be getting." I listened and lifted it a bit as he took the pic. He then turned me around and slapped my ass. DAD="lift up the skirt, let them see your bubble butt to." I did and dad took the pic. I took my phone and sent it to the list of relatives we made. A few hours passed and there was no word from them. Then one by one replies came in. Of the list that we made only two people off of the list replied in a bad way so i just told them it was supposed to go to a gf. As i looked at those who replied in a decent way i got a bit hard as i read their replies out loud. "DAMN!" And "don't know how or why i got this but i'm not complaining :)". i showed dad the texts and he was shocked. DAD="no way! No fucking way!" ME=" HA! i told you. Now we wait a week and then at thanksgiving reunion i'll show you my final plan." DAD="ok. If you say so." So all week long i couldn't get the idea or more family members touching and seeing me out of my head. Finally thanksgiving day came. That morning i woke up rock hard. I was about to but on some briefs and my pants when i got an idea. Instead i headed to my sister's room and grabbed a few things. I got dressed and headed downstairs. Dad and i got in the car and took off to my uncle Kevin's house (the one who fucked me) because he was hosting the family reunion. As my dad drove i couldn't stop thinking about what might be about to happen when we get there. DAD="what are you going to do or say if someone says something or asks you about the pics?" He worried. ME=" just relax and leave it to me. Besides even if anyone was going to say anything about getting pics like that from a relative i doubt they would tell other people in the family about it. Just relax." We arrived at the house and as soon as i walked through the door i was getting looks from those of my family who replied in decent way. Their looks of confusion and wonder kind of turned me on a bit. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to everyone who had replied positively to my pic text. I sent a text saying "nobody say a word about the text. Not everyone here received those pics like you did. Just wait till all the other family members leave and ill explain everything". I sat down and tried to control all the hormones building up inside me. Everyone sat done at the table to eat the thanksgiving meal. As i finished my plate i went and sat back down. About two hours passed and goodbyes were said and hugs were given and some family members left the party to return to their homes. I looked around to notice everyone who had replied to my pics was still here. I stood up and took a deep breath ME="ok now that they are gone everyone follow me. And NO! the kids can't come with you." I put in a kids dvd for the kids to watch as i guided everyone else into the living room. THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUN ;) PART 2 coming soon

So before i get started let me clarify that nothing physical happened until i was of legal age. Also this is my first story so please be kind and helpful with comments or ideas on how to improve. Also if anybody has any questions about this story JUST INBOX ME ;). Enjoy My dad and I had always been close in what some people would call an "odd" way. My mom passed away when I was 3 so dad basically raised me by himself. Growing up we did everything together. Cuddled (sometimes he would be naked) and watched sports, went to games, he would give me baths, and some other stuff. But as I got older I noticed how dad would start to look at me more and more and for longer amounts of time. Well I love sports so when I made my college swim team i was excited. I loved it. And I was actually pretty good at it. The only thing I wasn't used to was the "trunks" we had to wear. The coaches could call them trunks all they want but they were more like speedos/thongs for guys. So ya they took getting used to haha. Anyway, my first day of practice I came home still in my "trunks" and went to the kitchen to find my dad. I walked in and noticed dad eyeing me. Dad=hey how was the first day? Me=not bad, these (I point to my trunks) are going to take some getting used to though Dad=ha ya I bet. Don't worry they look fine. Hey your uncle is coming into town Friday for the big first scrimmage. Me=oh ok cool. Well I'm tired so I'm going to change and go to bed. I turned and walked towards my room and as I left I saw dad looking at my ass. The next few days were filled with dad eyeing me up and down and making jokes about me being a swimming stud. So when Friday came I was hoping I could actually win my race. I woke up Friday morning and was at the training pool before dad even woke up. 10 mins before the race started I saw dad walk in with my uncle. Dad and my uncle kind of look alike. Dad is about 6'4 with medium muscle and abs. My uncle was about the same but a bit more muscular. I got ready and positioned in my starting stand. As dad and my uncle found their seats (right behind me of all places). The gun went off and I was in the water and off to the races. I ended up winning the heat by almost 3 seconds. After the entire meet was over I met dad at the stands. Dad=hey your uncles bringing the car up front. I have your gym bag so just meet us outside. Me=ok I'll just shower quick Dad=no don't worry about it your not that dirty. Realizing I was still in my speedo I ran to the car with my towel around me. As I got in the middle of the van I was greeted by my dad sitting next to me and my uncle driving. Uncle=well if it isn't mr speedy Me=ha thanks. Glad you could make it Uncle=no problem body. Seatbelt's on everybody! I put on my seatbelt and we headed home Dad=so didn't I tell you he fit out that speedo nice? Uncle= ya you did. Me=what do you guys mean? Dad=nothing son you just fill it out in the right areas for a boy your age Uncle=I can't disagree on that Me=oh well ummm thanks HERE'S WHERE IT STARTS Dad grabbed my towel and pulled off from around me. DAD=So would you like to see what he's hiding under this speedo? UNCLE=I'm kind of driving he joked DAD=just pull over in this parking lot then (I thought they were joking until the van pulled in and parked) ME=what are we doing? (As my uncle gets out of the van and gets in and sits on the other side next to me) DAD= don't worry it's ok. We just want to see what you have down there . ME=what? DAD=it's ok, remember how you used to see mine when you were younger? And I saw yours in the tub during baths. ME=ya I......gues(before I could finish my sentence dad pulled my speedo down to my feet) DAD and UNCLE= wow DAD=you have grown since the last time I saw it UNCLE=hell champ your hung for your age ME=(sitting there a little embarrassed and nervous) really? DAD= oh yeah you are. (Without warning he took my limp dick and shoved it in his mouth) I let out a shocked/surprised gasp but my uncle just put his hand on my shoulder UNCLE=it's ok buddy. Just relax. ME=it actually....hmmm...mm...feels pretty good. My uncle laughed and watched as my dad deep throated my cock. My cock started to grow in my dads mouth as he licked my rod and looked up at me. I tilted my head back and relaxed. It felt AMAZING. UNCLE=your dads been talking about wanting to do this for a long time now ME=hmmmm really? UNCLE=yep. And now I see why, your body is great. Would you want to try something? ME=sure My uncle unzipped his pants and pulled out one of the fattest dicks I'd ever seen. He then grabbed my head and guided my mouth down on top of his dick. I didn't know what to do so I just did to my uncles cock what dad was doing to mine. UNCLE=thatta boy UNCLE=you think he's ready? DAD=(pulls his head up from my cock) ya I think so My uncle picked me up turned my ass towards him then set me on his lap. I could feel his saliva covered dick touching my back. It had gotten even bigger. UNCLE=ready when you are (My dad moved himself in front of me and took of his pants and sat down in front of me) (my uncle slapped me on the ass and said brace yourself. With that he picked me up and sat me on his dick) UGHH!!! I let out a cry of slight pain. But as soon as my mouth opened my dead shoved his now exposed dick in it. I tried to push his dick out and gasp for air but he held the back of my head in place and throat/face fucked me. As I was gagging on dads dick my uncle started to pound my ass. I felt my ass jiggle/bounce with every thrust. He let out a moan as the pain I felt at first started to fade and reemerge as pleasure. My dad continued to face fuck me as he asked my uncle where he should cum. UNCLE=well I'm cumming on his nice little bubble butt ass (he smacks my ass) DAD=hmmmm I'm about to cum. I was surprised when the saliva in my mouth was replaced with a thick warm liquid. DAD=OHHH FUCK YES!!! He pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my face as my uncle pulled out and came on my ass. I sat down in the chair sore and tired. DAD=now you REALLY need a shower when you get home We all got dressed and went home. The whole drive home i couldn't believe what just happened. I had just been fucked and used by my own family. I sat there silent in a wave of different emotions as we drove home. What shocked me the most was that dad and my uncle were having a normal conversation like nothing had just happened. We got home and i got out of the car and headed to the door. As i opened the door i felt a hand smack my ass behind me. I turned my head to see my dad behind me. DAD="hey how bout we keep this little thing between the three of us? No telling how other family members would react if they found out" A slight rush ran through me at the idea of such a taboo secret. ME="ya....um ya sure." I said as i walked into the house. A few hours passed and my uncle had gone back to his house. I was in my room all showered and cleaned up and watching tv when dad knocked on the door. I got a bit turned on as i thought about what he could want or need. ME="come in." Dad walked in and walked up to my bed DAD="hey son look.....I...about earlier. I'm sorry i just couldn't resist or help myself. Your uncle and i had been talking about you for a while and it just.." I cut him off ME="did you enjoy it?" DAD="wh..what?" ME="did you enjoy touching your boy?" I smirked a bit DAD="well...well ya. Look I'm sorry if it hurt you or.." I cut him off again ME="did he enjoy it to?" DAD="who your uncle? Yes he said he loved it." I smiled a bit. Well then it's fine DAD="really?" ME=" ya, i see cocks all the time in the locker room. Besides it's not like i have never been with a guy before. Your just....just um..i was never expecting to ever see or feel the cock of a family member." DAD=" ya I'm just.. Well we are sorry." ME="so you both really enjoyed it huh?" I laugh DAD="if I'm being honest FUCK YES!" Hearing all this gave me an idea that got me stiff. ME="Ok well I'm going to bed dad. Night." DAD="goodnight son" As dad left my room I laid awake thinking about something i never thought i would. Who else in my family would or even wants to fuck me? The next morning i was horny due to everything that was done and said the day before. I felt like being a tease so i got up and headed to my sister's room. She was away at college so the room was pretty clean. I walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom container. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I got to the bottom of the steps and saw dad with his back to me in the kitchen cooking. I walked up to him and stood beside him facing him. ME="so what is for breakfast?" Dad looked towards me and his mouth dropped and his eyebrows raised as he saw his son wearing a short skirt belonging to his daughter. DAD="HOLY...What are you doing?!?" ME="what you don't like it?" I do a slow spin around to show how the beginning of my ass cheeks show just before the skirt hides them. DAD="no it's just i....uh..well i didn't expect this." I smiled knowing that being a tease is what i do best. I sat down in a chair across from my dad with my legs unfolded. ME="so i'm curious, besides uncle has anyone else in our family said anything about me or my body?" Dad noticing i wasn't wearing any underwear could see the beginning of my balls in the skirt DAD="why do..you ask? I mean your grandpa always says what a great mature man you have grown into but i don't get why your asking." I look at him and smirk ;) DAD="you're not serious are you? You don't mean you want to try anything crazy with someone do you?" ME="i have been hard ever since you and uncle did what you did. It is such a rush now looking back and thinking about it now. I want to see if anyone else is kinky like you and him." DAD="no! No way! There is no way the whole family would all be ok with that." I stand up and walk over to him. ME="that is why we are going to do some thinking and research first. Come on dad. So far we know you and uncle wouldn't mind it. You said grandpa has talked about me. What about anyone else? What about uncle Timmy? Isn't he gay? Come on we have to find out and i have an idea of how to find out who would be interested." ME="we will make a list of everyone we think would be interested in at least seeing me not necessarily touching me. Then i will text them a pic of me. If they respond with rage or negatively i'll just tell them it was supposed to go to a girlfriend." Dad stood there surprised. DAD="wow! You have actually thought this out?" ME="ya and just leave the rest to me" So as dad listed off those he thought would be interested i was eating and getting turned on just thinking about who in my family might be interested. About two hours later dad came to me and gave me the list of everyone to send the pic to. DAD="i can't believe we are doing this." I grabbed my phone and handed it to dad DAD="what? " i smirked and replied ME="i need someone to take the pic and it's not like you haven't seen me naked before." I joked. DAD="ok." Without warning dad pushed me onto the kitchen table. DAD=lift up the skirt a bit so they know what they might be getting." I listened and lifted it a bit as he took the pic. He then turned me around and slapped my ass. DAD="lift up the skirt, let them see your bubble butt to." I did and dad took the pic. I took my phone and sent it to the list of relatives we made. A few hours passed and there was no word from them. Then one by one replies came in. Of the list that we made only two people off of the list replied in a bad way so i just told them it was supposed to go to a gf. As i looked at those who replied in a decent way i got a bit hard as i read their replies out loud. "DAMN!" And "don't know how or why i got this but i'm not complaining :)". i showed dad the texts and he was shocked. DAD="no way! No fucking way!" ME=" HA! i told you. Now we wait a week and then at thanksgiving reunion i'll show you my final plan." DAD="ok. If you say so." So all week long i couldn't get the idea or more family members touching and seeing me out of my head. Finally thanksgiving day came. That morning i woke up rock hard. I was about to but on some briefs and my pants when i got an idea. Instead i headed to my sister's room and grabbed a few things. I got dressed and headed downstairs. Dad and i got in the car and took off to my uncle Kevin's house (the one who fucked me) because he was hosting the family reunion. As my dad drove i couldn't stop thinking about what might be about to happen when we get there. DAD="what are you going to do or say if someone says something or asks you about the pics?" He worried. ME=" just relax and leave it to me. Besides even if anyone was going to say anything about getting pics like that from a relative i doubt they would tell other people in the family about it. Just relax." We arrived at the house and as soon as i walked through the door i was getting looks from those of my family who replied in decent way. Their looks of confusion and wonder kind of turned me on a bit. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to everyone who had replied positively to my pic text. I sent a text saying "nobody say a word about the text. Not everyone here received those pics like you did. Just wait till all the other family members leave and ill explain everything". I sat down and tried to control all the hormones building up inside me. Everyone sat done at the table to eat the thanksgiving meal. As i finished my plate i went and sat back down. About two hours passed and goodbyes were said and hugs were given and some family members left the party to return to their homes. I looked around to notice everyone who had replied to my pics was still here. I stood up and took a deep breath ME="ok now that they are gone everyone follow me. And NO! the kids can't come with you." I put in a kids dvd for the kids to watch as i guided everyone else into the living room. THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUN ;) PART 2 coming soon

I still remember how it all happened. It was one of the moments I will always remember for the rest of my life, nothing could take this memory away. I still remember every single detail as if it was still fresh in my mind. I was a local writer for a paper in a small city town in southern Washington. Nothing big ever really happened, so there was never really anything to write about. So needless to say my boss sent me to some small southern town all the way out in Georgia. Yes, you heard me right, Georgia. There were a string of murders that had happened and strange things I guess had been going on. My boss figured if I got a really good story that maybe we could start selling our papers to bigger cities. I had just arrived in Mystic Falls, a small town in Georgia. The kind of town where everybody knows everyone. There was a nice cool breeze and you could hear the leaves scraping against the pavement as the wind brushed them against the ground. The leaves had already started changing colors. It seemed like this town was built back in the 1800’s. You could still see all the old buildings still standing. It really was a beautiful town. But there was just something about this town, I just couldn’t figure out what yet. I went to go check in to the local hotel. I was walking down the street looking at all of the tiny shops, I could smell pie as I was walking and taking in all of the scenery, I didn’t see what was in front of me. “Oh, my gosh I am so sorry!” I accidentally ran right into a young man. He looked about twenty-five. He had dark black hair that was somewhat shaggy that laid lazily on his head. His dark eyes could pierce through anything. He was in a black leather jacket with a matching black top underneath. Dark blue jeans with a pair of sleek black shoes. “Oh it’s quite all right. I wasn’t paying attention either, do forgive me.” His voice was almost hypnotizing. Dark and low, it made me want to know him. I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. “You aren’t from around here,” he said with a quizzical look on his face. “Oh I uhm, I.. I oh I am from Washington. I am here to write an article.” I could barely talk, I was so taken by him. What was it about him that made him seem so powerful? “An article? On our town? What is so intriguing about our town that they would send you all this way?” His face was smooth as he talked. “Oh just, well the recent murders. My boss wants me to cover that story, he seems to think we can expand our customers with this story.” His face changed as I said this. “Oh yes, quite tragic. Did you hear what actually happened to them though? What the cause of death was?” My chest was beating fast, I could hardly think. “Well tomorrow I am supposed to go and talk to the coroner.” He simply looked at me and nodded. He opened his mouth to speak again. “Well do forgive me but I must be on my way. Perhaps I will see you again sometime soon.” I looked away because I could feel my face was all flustered. “Yes perhaps..” As I turned around I realized that he was gone. I sighed and kept walking towards my destination. I checked into my hotel and retired for the day. Tomorrow was going to be quite a long day for me and I needed my rest. Today was the day. I was going to head to the coroner’s office and then go talk to the police. I needed to get this article finished. I had a dream about that guy last night. I wish I could have gotten his name. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. In my dream, I was walking along a beach and he just kept following me from behind. All I could see was his eyes though. I shook the thoughts out of my head and continued along my way. I needed to concentrate. I saw the office out of the corner of my eye.. I walked into the building and looked around. It was a dim lit and looked very sulky. A plump little man popped out from around the corner. “Yes may I help you?” He looked really tired and sounded like it too. “Yes, I am Jessica. I was sent down here from Washington.” “Oh yes, you are here to do the article, all right follow me.” He turned the corner and I hurried to keep up with him. “I hope you have a strong stomach.” He opened the doors into the morgue and I followed. There were bodies all lined up on the tables. My stomach started to knot up. “Okay well biggest details are that there are wounds in the neck and the body is drained of blood.” I gave him a weird look. “What do you mean drained of blood?” “Well there is no more blood in the body and the only open wounds on the body are the two holes in the neck.” I looked at the bodies and I could see the holes he was talking about. It seemed like hours before I finally got out of there. I decided that I would talk to the police tomorrow. I was tired and worn out. I just, I can’t believe what I had heard about those bodies. Drained? Of all their blood? What had happened to all the blood? Who could do such a thing? My mind was racing. I needed to calm down and relax. I decided to hit up the town bar. I debated whether or not I should go back to the hotel and change, but then I decided what I was wearing was just fine. I was in tight blue jeans with a brown top and a light white coat. I walked into the bar a little tiny place called the mystic grill. I could use a drink. I sat on a stool right up front. “Can I get you something?” The bartender asked me. “Rum on the rocks please.” I took a look around the bar while waiting for my drink. “It’s good to see you again.” I turned around. It was him. The mystery man I dreamt about. He was wearing the same striking outfit that he pulled off yesterday, but a different colored shirt. It was white and matched his dark colored pants. “Hey, I was hoping to run into you again!” I said it before I could think and I could feel my face turn red. I didn’t want him to know that I had been thinking about him. He let out a tiny laugh, “Oh don’t worry I was hoping to run into you too.” He sat down next to me and ordered a drink. “How about a toast?” He said looking right into my eyes. “Sure, a toast to what?” I said, my chest started pounding again. “Hmm, how about a toast to, you.” He took a sip of his drink. I followed and took a gulp of mine. I let out a tiny giggle. “Why a toast to me?” He smiled, “Well we don’t get many visitors in our town, especially beautiful ones like you.” I could feel my face blushing even more. “How about we get out of here and go for a walk?” I smiled and replied, “I would love to.” He held out his hand and I reached out to meet my hand with his. “By the way, my name is Damon.” Damon, what a name. “I’m..” “Jessica right?” Before I could even finish he answered for me. “Yes, how did you know that though?” I was curious how he knew my name. “Well when you live in such a small town news travels fast.” He let out a laugh and continued laughing. I held onto his hand and followed him out into the dark night. “So how is your article coming along?” He turned to look at me as we walked against the pavement along the lit up streets hand in hand. “Well I have started gathering information but I haven’t really started writing anything yet. Kind of creepy though about what happened. I have no idea how this article is going to come out.” He turned to look away. “Well, they are drained of blood and have puncture wounds in their neck, what do you think happened?” He asked me with a curious tone in his voice. “I really have no idea.” He all of a sudden darted into another direction. “Follow me, I want to show you something.” Up ahead I could see a forest, a path leading into the dark woods. “We aren’t going in there are we?” I asked nervously. “No worries, I will keep you safe.” He held onto me tighter and we entered into the forest. We followed the path to a clearing. The field was lit up by the stars above. It was completely beautiful and romantic. “It’s so beautiful,” I said as I looked up at the stars. “Yes, I love coming here. It helps me take my mind off of things.” I turned to look at him, “So, what do you think happened to those bodies?” He gave me a weird look. “That is quite the change of subject. I don’t think you want to know what I am thinking.” He poured out a small smile from his lips. “Well of course I do!” I looked at him waiting for his answer. His lips opened. “Vampires.” I laughed and put on a smile. “No, I am serious.” I kept laughing. He turned his head towards me and his eyes glowed dark. I felt a sense of fear start to posses me. His lips pursed open and I could see fangs glistening in the moonlight. Dark veins etched against his soft white face. I let out a scream and made a run for it. I didn’t know where I was going I just knew that I had to get out of there. “Where are you going?” His voice was teasing. He appeared right in front of me. I turned and ran the other way, running as fast as I could, trying to keep my feet moving. “You aren’t going to be able to get away.” He jumped right in front of me and grabbed me by my arms. I struggled to get away. I could feel his power glowing from him. He was like no other man I had ever seen before. He was a beautiful mystical creature possessing me in the night. His eyes were so dark, I felt myself being lost in his gaze. I let my body loose and fell into his opening arms. He held me close and looked into my eyes. Speaking to me. I don’t know what he was saying. It was as if he was speaking in a completely different language. I could see his fangs just behind his lips. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, shivers running down my spine. He put his hand on the back of my neck as if to calm me. He looked into my eyes, he leaned in for a kiss. I let my head lean in and I laid my lips upon his. I felt a fire roar within my chest. I was floating, I couldn’t feel my feet on the ground. I was completely taken by his kiss. I could feel his tongue teasing my lips. I stood there both of my hands down by my hips. His body was against mine as he kissed me. He placed one of his hands against my face as his tongue slid in and out of my mouth. His other hand moved from the back of my neck to the side of my neck. His fingers traced the vein in the side of my neck. I could feel my body pulsing with each one of his touches. His fangs would catch my bottom lip as he kissed me. I could feel my pussy start to throb a little. He stopped kissing me and just looked into my eyes. “This is going to hurt just a little bit.” He gave a devilish smile and sank his fangs into the side of my neck. I could feel my body weakening. My knees gave way and I collapsed to the ground, but I was caught in the arms of Damon. His arms were muscular; I could feel them under his clothes. I lay there in his arms as he continued to drink from my neck. I felt every part of me draining. It was getting colder, I was losing sight. I had no Idea what was going on. It almost felt as if I was about to black out. My body was getting weaker and I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. Everything... started…to... go… black. I felt something wet against my lips. What was it? What is going on? Where am I? I tried opening my eyes, everything was very blurry. But someone else was there with me. “Damon.” A small whisper left my mouth. I remembered what was going on. I had encountered a vampire and he was draining blood from my neck. Everything started to make sense. He was the one killing all those people and now he is going to kill me. “I am not going to kill you so you can stop worrying.” I gave him a look of confusion. “I’m a vampire; I can read your thoughts.” I felt a sense of power entering my body; I realized why my lips felt wet. Damon had cut open his wrist and held it up to my mouth. I couldn’t stop drinking, I felt so... powerful. “Don’t worry. You aren’t a vampire. You just feel a rush because you have vampire blood in you.” I could feel blood trickling down my chin. It seemed so sinister and yet at the same time I couldn’t help but look at Damon and feel a sense of appreciation being where I was right at that moment. I want to be with him, I didn’t care if he killed me. I just wanted him. It was as if he was reading my thoughts again. He took his wrist away from my mouth and leaned in once again to kiss me. His tongue moving over my lips, licking the excess blood off of my mouth. He started to kiss me passionately. I kissed him back taking his face into my hands. Running my fingers through his hair as I kissed him. Damon stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes. It was as if I could feel my heart about to explode. Something about his eyes seemed so familiar. Damon sat up and ripped his shirt off. It came off without any struggle what-so-ever. I could see his naked skin in the moonlight. He was tan; his chest was chiseled just as much as his wash board abs. It was as if his body was made perfectly. I could feel a sense of hunger enter my body. I started to crave him. I had never wanted a man so much in my life. I sat up without thought and took off my coat then gently took my top off. It slid right off of my body. Damon leaned in and in one quick move had my bra off. The moonlight lit up my hard nipples, my smooth silky skin glistening. Damon glanced at me, the same look I had when I felt the hunger sweep through my body. He leaned in towards me and laid my body to the ground. He laid over me so I could feel his chest lying against my naked skin. I could feel myself breathing with him. He started to kiss me again. The sudden burst entered into my chest again. I didn’t want to stop kissing him; it was too good to stop. My hands reaching up behind his back to hold onto him as we kissed. Damon’s hand reached up to my chest to cup one of my breasts in his hands. He pressed down with his palm and squeezed with his fingers. His fingers slid towards my nipple and he grabbed. He pulled at my nipple as he kissed me; I could feel his body moving with mine. He kissed my neck, started to kiss my collar done, kissing to the middle of my chest. I could feel my body surging with power. I could feel my pussy tingle with excitement. He kissed all around my breast and his lips finally met with my nipple. I felt a blast of pleasure burst through me. He softly bit my nipple; I could feel one of his fangs teasing my nipple. He sucked on my hard nipple making it harder. After he was done he turned his attention back to kissing me, down my body to my stomach. Damon sat up and unbuttoned my pants; he pulled them off of my body. I just laid there in my black thong, the moonlight shining off of my body. His hands went from the top of my shoulders, down my chest and down my legs, sending chills through my body. He bent down to continue kissing my stomach, his hands reaching up to caress my breasts. Damon kissed lower and one of his fangs caught onto the top of the thong. As he moved his head down the thong moved with him, reveling my smooth pussy. His hands slid off my breasts down the sides of my body, running his hands down my legs to meet with the thong to remove it completely. I laid there naked under the dark sky. Power filling up my body, I could feel a rush pumping through me. Damon lifted my legs and placed each one over his shoulders, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to taste my thighs. His hands were resting on my chest when his lips met with mine. He kissed my pussy lips really soft and gently. Small soft kisses on my clit, all the way down my pussy. I could feel my pussy becoming wetter on the inside, my hips started to move as he continued to kiss me soft pussy. I felt his wet tongue on the base of my lips and he licked all the way up to my clit. My hips jerked a little at the feeling of his teasing tongue. Damon’s tongue was resting on my clit as his lips closed around it to suck on my throbbing clit. I could feel one of his fingers tracing the inside of my right thigh. He continued to suck on my clit, his finger now making small circles on my pussy lips. My hips were moving even more, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to feel his tongue deep inside of me; I wanted to feel his fingers inside my tight wet hole. His finger started to explore the inside of my lips, feeling the inside of my pussy walls. Damon’s tongue slid down off my clit and rested on his finger. Both his tongue and finger now wanted to explore the inside of my pussy. I let out a soft moan, the pleasure I could feel building inside my pussy. While his finger explored the inside of my warm pink pussy his tongue moved in and out. My hips moved even more. “Oh… yes.” My pussy felt so good. I moved my hips back and forth to meet with his tongue so I could feel it wiggle deeper inside of me. His finger started moving with his tongue, I had to grab the back of his head to pull him closer into my pussy, I needed it deeper, I needed his tongue so bad! “Oh god, I need you to go deeper,” I told him while panting a little. His hands reached at my hips and he pulled me into him, I could feel his tongue reach deep inside of me, “Ooo ohh, mmm, yes, right there... Oh my god yes, uh uh uh.” My hips kept moving to keep up with his tongue; his tongue was hitting my g-spot over and over again. I could feel my body building up with pleasure, My body was tingling, my legs were wobbly, oh god I am going to cum. I moved my hips even faster, just as I was about to cum he pulled his tongue out of me. “Oh god, don’t stop! I was about to cum!” My pussy was throbbing with so much pleasure, I felt like I could scream! I needed to cum so bad, he was teasing me. “You don’t get to cum yet.” I had heard that tone before, his teasing more sinister voice. I was lying on the ground panting. My pussy must have been making puddles below me, it was so wet. Damon stood up, his huge muscular form standing in front of me. His hands moved to his pants as he slowly started to unbutton his pants. He slid his pants off down his legs. Quickly kicking his shoes off and making his pants follow. He stood in only boxers. They were tight around his legs muscles. I could felt my pussy become wetter. I could see the outline of his cock in his shorts, his cock was big, I could tell. I couldn’t stop staring at it. “Well if you want it so bad why don’t you come get it?” He looked at me as he said this. I sat up and while on my knees I reached towards his cock with my hand. My hand met his cock, I could feel it throbbing. I ran my hand over his cock; I wanted to feel it all. Damon leaned his head back and let out a huge breath as his cock started to grow. It was like watching his penis transform. I could see it growing in his boxers and I wanted it. I reached up and started to slide his boxers off of him. As his boxers slid off of his cock, it bounced up once they were removed. I stared at his powerful cock. It had to be at least nine inches and two inches thick. My pussy was pounding, It was as if it wanted to eat his cock whole. I reached my right hand up to grip his cock. I held it. It was so big and warm in my hand. I placed his cock against my face. I rubbed it up and down my face, I wanted to feel it. He was trimmed and very clean, his cock smelled very good. My lips met with the tip of his cock. I kissed his tip gently as I let it slide in my mouth. Moving the tip in and out of my mouth slowly, Damon’s hands met at the back of my head as he slid his cock deeper into my mouth. “Uhh...” He let out a sort of pleasurable grunt. In and out of my mouth his cock was sliding. I could feel the tip of his cock and the back of my throat. I used one of my hands to run up and down his shaft. I had a tight grip on him and moved up and down his cock as the rest of him went in and out of my mouth. His cock started to get deeper into my throat and I know he wanted to go all the way in. I had never deep throated before but I wanted his cock so bad I decided I would try for him. I wanted to please him; I wanted to please his powerful cock. I relaxed the muscles in the back of my throat and awaited his throbbing member to enter deeper. Slowly his cock wandered down my throat. I started to choke on his cock. I could feel my eyes start to water. His cock went deeper into my throat; I could feel spit coming out of my mouth as his cock was gagging me. He kept sliding it in deeper until I could feel his warm balls resting against my covered in spit chin. He slid out till it was just his tip in my mouth and I gasped for air. “You want more?” He asked. I nodded. It was hard to take but I needed his dick so bad. He smiled and put his cock back down my throat. “Oh yes…” He leaned his head back once again and his huge bulge moved in and out of my throat. I made sure to keep my throat open for him; I could feel my muscles contracting all over his cock. He kept moaning each time my throat would spasm. His hips moved faster as his hands made my head go deeper over his cock. I reached down to rub my clit, it was throbbing as his cock inched its way down my throat. “Uh uh uh uh.” He gave his cock one final push down my throat and pulled out. He looked at me and let out a small laugh, “I’m not allowed to cum yet either.” Damon grabbed me by my arms as he laid himself down on the ground. He picked me up by my hips and placed me on top of him. His dick was lying against his stomach and my pussy was on top of the shaft just resting there. His cock was throbbing and my pussy could feel it. I started to slide my hips back and forth, up and down the shaft. My lips were surrounding his cock as I went up and down and my clit met with the tip of his cock and we both let out a small moan. We gazed into each other’s eyes. I knew I had to have him. I lifted my hips up and grabbed his cock to straighten it up. I sat down on his cock. My pussy slid gently down his cock because it was saturated with my juices. His whole cock was inside of me. I was sitting on him, my ass resting on his balls. It felt so amazing to have him inside of me. We just sat like that for a few minutes. Feeling how perfectly his cock fit inside of me. Our bodies connected, my hips started to move. Damon started moving his hips up and down to meet my pussy. “Uhh, oh yes Damon.” It felt so amazing. There is no way to describe the feeling my pussy had when his cock was moving in me. My eyes would close, my nipples hardened, my body tingled all over me and my pussy pounded. Damon was moaning each time his tip hit the back walls of my pussy. In and out his cock went. I placed my hands on his chest so I could get more leverage. Up and down my hips went. Damon’s hips left the ground to meet me, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. I sat up and leaned back while placing my hands on the ground. I spread my legs wide and moved up and down, my body was leaning back so when I moved up and down his cock rubbed against the front part of my pussy walls. “Oh god Damon, I love your cock so much. I need your cock so bad!” I wanted him to know how much I loved his cock. I wanted him to know I would do anything for it. “Yeah? You love my vampire cock?” He slammed his dick deeper into me as he talked. “Oh god yes, I love your cock so much.” I almost couldn’t talk. I was letting out tiny shrieks. I sat back up and laid my body against Damons. I held onto him really tight, he gripped onto me and continued to fuck my pussy with his huge cock. I slammed my pussy down on his cock. I was breathing heavily; he was sweating and staring into my eyes. “Oh god it feels so good Damon!” I just wanted to scream! Damon picked me up off of his cock and placed me on my hands and knees. He came up behind my pussy; he had one leg up next to mine and the other on the ground so his cock was level with my pussy. He grabbed his cock and put the tip of it against my pussy lips, rubbing the tip up and down my pussy lips. I let out a moan, it felt so good. I could never get tired of his cock. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his cock slid into my pussy. It seemed to go even deeper than before. “Oh your pussy feels so good on my cock.” He said this as his cock was all the way inside of me. In and out his cock went, we both let out moans of pure pleasure, my wet pussy cradling his cock. “You like being fucked by a vampire?” I spread my legs open wider and replied, “Oh yes, I want your vampire cock deep inside of me.” He started to pound my pussy with his throbbing cock. In and out he went pumping the powerful cock into my wet tight pussy. “God Damon I need to cum!” Right as I said this Damon took his cock out of me. “You don’t get to cum yet.” I gave him a mean look. “What do you mean I don’t get to cum yet? I need to fucking cum! I am so wet and so turned on, I need to have my fucking pussy pounded by that cock, so you are going to fuck my pussy and keep fucking it till I cum!” I yelled this at him really loud. He got a huge smile on his face. “You really do love fucking a vampire don’t you? You want this cock so bad you would do anything for it wouldn’t you?” I nodded, my eyes closed… I needed to cum so bad I didn’t know what to do. My body was freaking out. He took his hand and slapped my pussy to tease my throbbing lips. “You ready to cum then?” I smiled, “Yes I need to cum really fucking bad!” Damon stood up and gestured me to follow, I obeyed and stood up next to him. I could feel his cock resting against my leg, it was wet and warm from my pussy juices. He picked me up and placed his cock in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms as well. He held onto me and started to bounce up and down. He had lifted me up so easily. You could tell he was very strong and did everything with ease. Damon grasped onto me and pounded my pussy; gravity held me down and made my pussy pound his cock. “Oh god Damon, you feel so good, I want you so bad!” Damon moaned louder and pounded harder and harder. His fangs met with my neck and I felt that piercing pain in my neck again. He had bit me; I could feel my warm blood trickling down my neck. Damon started to kiss me and I could taste my blood on my lips. I kissed him back passionately as I was being pumped by his cock. My body was building up with that power again, that pleasure. “Oh god Damon I am going to cum please let me cum this time, please!” Damon was moaning too, his eyes were closed, I could see my blood on his lips. “Uh, I want to cum in your pussy, I am going to cum!” Damon started to pump harder and I followed moving my hips against him humping harder and hard. Humping harder and faster, fucking each other really fast. “Oh god yes!” I started to scream as I was cumming. Damon started to grunt and moan really loud. “Uhh I’m going to cum!” I let go and felt all of my juices start to pour over his cock, at the same time I felt a huge load of warm cum shoot deep inside of my pussy, it kept coming. It was the biggest load I had ever felt. I felt Damon’s body shudder against mine as mine started to shudder against his. Damon held onto me as he went to sit down. He laid back and I laid against his chest. I could feel his load sliding down my pussy walls. His cock was resting inside of me as I was resting my pussy on his cock. “Oh Damon, that was the best sex I have ever had.” Damon smiled; I could still feel his cock throbbing in my pussy. We laid under the stars, holding each other. “Like I said, you love fucking vampires.”

I Lick Lucy Pt. 02 CHAPTER 4: The following morning over breakfast, Lucy entered the off-kitchen dining area wearing one of her itsy-bitsy, tenny-weeny bikini outfits, which sent my cock northwards in my tight little red satin shorts. Mom was already preparing juices and eggs at the kitchen bench, clad in a silk robe which did not cover the bottom of her lovely buttocks. Dad arrived in a little black posing pouch, which bunched his equipment. As mom sat down and we started eating, I thought she looked stunning but my staring was interrupted. "How did you sleep, son," Pop asked. "Very well, pop," I replied, omitting to mention the hour-long fuck I'd enjoyed with Lucy starting at midnight. Lucy grinned at me – what a difference a night makes! Breakfast over, my father stood and walked around to where Lucy was sitting, finishing her coffee. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder, bent and whispered in her ear: "Sex Slut No 2." Lucy made as if to gulp down her coffee, but Pop, his cock starting to strain in his satin pouch, stroked her hair: "No rush, hon – finish your coffee." Lucy drained her coffee, dabbed her lips on a napkin and almost sprinted from the eating section. Mom looked across at me, her deep brown eyes gleaming, a broad grin on her face. I could have sworn she raised her eyebrows in a silent question. I felt my cock stirring in the shorts and stood. "Clear the table and put the dishes in the cleaner," I ordered, and then to make my intentions crystal clear, added "Sex Slut No 1". Mom immediately sprang into action. As calmly as I could I walked to my bedroom and leaving my door wide open, slid off my shorts and lay back on the bed, sporting what to my eyes was a beautiful boner. I didn't have to wait long. Mom arrived within a couple of minutes and I was delighted to see she had made a brief call en route in her bedroom, as she was now dressed erotically, as per Pop's instructions from yesterday. Linda's garb consisted of a sheer black satin playsuit, open at the breasts and cut there to provide a nice uplift to her kissable boobs. The garment was crotchless, her pussy lips pinkish red and inviting. On her feet she wore stilettos. Kneeling beside the bed, Mom accepted my seven-inch stiffy as I rolled over onto my side so I was right on the edge of the bed. As she sucked on my erection, Mom slipped her shoes off, then climbed onto the bed, presenting her bare arse globes to my face and lowering her upper body to once more take my cock into her mouth. I inhaled the musky scent of her sex and for the very first time in my life enjoyed the delights of soixante-neuf. I was no virgin, of course, but my previous two serious girlfriends, while allowing the fuck had always regarded oral sex in any form as "dirty" – the stupid tarts! Sensing my growing ardour, Mom pulled her mouth from my glistening cock head and removed her crotch from my mouth. Then, squatting above me, she lowered her steamy snatch onto my hard-on, driving down until her pubic mound slammed against mine. Laying down, she pressed her upper body to mine, kissing me softly on the mouth. As Linda had left my bedroom door open, from the hallway we could then hear the unmistakeable sounds of Lucy reaching an extremely noisy climax, a commotion which raised a question from Mom: "And how many times did you fuck your sis, darling?" I grinned up at her, feeling her pussy pounding up and down on me. "Only once, Mom," I replied, "but it lasted quite a while." Linda returned my grin and announced: "Great, I love a man who can last quite a while!" And from the hallway we heard my father give out a bellow as his orgasm obviously reached climactic proportions in my parents' bedroom. Mom gave me a sluttish, open-mouthed kiss and whispered: "Now suck on my titties, Tony, so I can come too!" I raised my head slightly and took one darkened and erect nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. Then, tracing my tongue across her heaving breasts, I transferred the sucking to the nipple's twin. The titillation of her titties soon worked its magic and Mom started to buck and writhe with ever-increasing intensity on my stiffy until, with a moaning, groaning "Oh fuck me, darling, fuck me!" Mom collapsed on me, spent and satiated. Which was all very well for Mom. I pulled out from her cunt and decided that if she was to be Sex Slut No 1 she may as well live up to the billing. Standing beside the bed I helped her to her feet, turned her round so her back was to me and pushed so she had to place her hands on the mattress for support. Sensing my desires, Linda widened her stance, spreading her feet wide. Putting one hand on her right arse cheek, the other on my boner, I guided my cock back into her cunt, then reached around with my now free hand and cupped her lush left breast. Pounding against her buttocks, I thrilled at the feeling of the fleshy globes banging into my belly and pubic bone, then my cream started to surge from my balls until I spent my load in her. Panting, I pulled away and collapsed on the bed, pulling her down onto me. From the hallway came the sound of a slow hand-clapping. There, framed in the doorway, stood Pop and Lucy, both naked, my stepsister's hand fondling Pop's penis. "Once you two have recovered from all that humping and bumping join us in the lounge – I'm planning a pool party for this afternoon." Mom jumped up and ran to the bathroom, presumably to "tidy up" as they say. I pulled on a black satin thong, which I liked to sunbathe in beside our pool. Downstairs, I found my father seated on the long leather couch, Lucy laying lengthwise on it, wearing her bikini once more. Her mouth was working steadily on my father's cock which was again showing signs of arousal. Mom entered the lounge in one of those minuscule bikinis you see on sex websites on the internet. At her breasts it was merely a pair of tiny black straps which barely covered her nipples, and a similarly narrow strap of material at her crotch, so narrow that her piss flaps were visible on both sides of the crease. She looked lovely – and I'd just been fucking her, I realised, hardly daring to believe my good luck. I sat in an easy chair and Linda walked over to me and plonked herself down on my lap, her buttocks rubbing erotically against my groin as she did so. She planted a kiss on my mouth, then turned to her husband: "Pool party, Tom? Just when I wanted a day of sex." Pop grinned broadly. "Don't worry, the pool party I've got in mind will include a bit of sex, you slut!" Linda laughed and settled comfortably against me, rubbing her nearly naked breasts along my cheek. "I thought we'd invite your sister Darla over for the party – give her a call," said my father, tossing his mobile phone across to Linda, who caught it deftly and narrowed her eyes at him: "You thought you'd invite my sister over for a fuck, you mean, you randy old goat," Mom replied, then punched in a number. CHAPTER 5: "Hi Darla," said Mom, "it's me. I'm inviting you over for a poolside party, but Tom's inviting you over for a fuck!" Mom giggled, then put her hand on the mouthpiece and asked: "Says should she bring anything apart from a wet pussy and a warm heart?" Pop chuckled: "Just tell her the steaks and drinks are on the house and her pussy will be on my face!" Mom relayed the message and soon put the phone down. "She's on her way. You wanna tell Tony about her, or shall I? Pop stroked Lucy's hair as she kept working at his erection. "Take him upstairs and show him, I wanna concentrate on Miss Slut, here." Mom stood up and took me by the hand. "Come with me, Tony." Upstairs, she pushed me into the chair at the study's work station, snuggled down on my lap and logged on. "Now your Aunt Darla is in show biz, but it's a special kind of show biz," said Linda, as she called up a website explicitly titled "Darling Darla, the internet's most popular bondagette!" I had only met Aunty Darla once, at Pop's wedding to Linda, and although I knew she was a hugely busty blonde and that she was about five or six years younger than Linda, that was all I knew, apart from the fact that she lived in Corsicana, just south of Dallas. Mom entered the membership details and soon I was wide-eyed at pictures of Darla, her bronzed, statuesque body oiled, her massive 44-inch tits looking as if they might explode at any moment, undergoing all kinds of tit and pussy torture. "Look at those tits – are they real?" I gasped. "Don't be silly," Mom explained, "they're silicone, not that that makes any difference to Tom when he's tit fucking them." I pretended to look shocked, but Linda laughed. "Your Pop got Darla off a rather awkward criminal charge a couple of years ago," Mom explained. "Tom didn't charge her a fee, but let's just say that she's still paying him off!" I nodded, I could see my father's point. Darla was a stunner. Mom logged off and took me into her bedroom. On a bureau table was a VCR player and in it she inserted a tape. "Watch this," instructed Mom and sat down beside me on the bed. The video was called "Darla's Day of Domination" and showed my busty aunt – nude save for trainers and white sox – being punished in what looked like a large stables. Then, as Mom fast-forwarded to the scene she wanted to show me, a naked male wearing a black leather mask took over the punishment from the fully-clothed torturer of the earlier scenes. Mask or no mask, there was no doubt it was my father. "Tom knows the man who owns the film company Darla does most of her work for," Linda explained, as I watched Pop attaching lead weights on clamps to Darla's nipples and sex lips. The female lead's only words in the entire scene were confined to "Fuck me in the arse, master" and my father duly obliged, accompanied by much panting and groaning. Linda killed the video and as she did, Pop called from downstairs: "Your sis is here, darl." Mom took me by the hand and we walked downstairs, Mom nearly nude in her strip bikini, me displaying a hard-on thrusting at my satin thong. In the lounge, Pop was still seated on the couch, but now he had my bikini-clad stepsister on one side and Aunt Darla on the other. Darla looked sensational, her huge 44-inch breasts encased in a shiny black PVC bra. She stopped stroking Pop's stiffy to stand and shake hands with me and I saw a PVC thong, gleaming at her prominent pudenda. "Hi Tony, remember me?" she smiled. "Hi Aunty," I replied, my prick now raging to break from its satin confines. From the couch, Pop informed us that he had "filled Darla in" on the mother-and-daughter domination of me for my panty pervery and their subsequent switch to Sex Sluts 1 and 2. Darla grinned at me, eyeing my teenage hard-on: "So I guess that makes me Sex Slut No 3, does it?" Pop roared with laughter, rose from the couch, stepped behind her and pressed his erection between her arse cheeks. "It sure as hell does, honey," he drawled, slapping her across the thigh. "OK, team, let's party!" CHAPTER 6: By the pool, we lay back on recliners, three in a row, facing the other three, and Darla entertained us over a few drinks with her latest bondage exploits for a movie she had completed a few days before. Dad lay back, his erection waving skywards, occasionally throwing in a fruity question, before Darla stood and placed a four-foot wide wooden table in the center of the six recliners. "My last movie was nothing but fucking machines," she announced, peeling off her bra to reveal her magnificent mammaries, gleaming in the sun. "Now it's time for a real cock!" and with that she stepped out of her thong to reveal her fully shaved snatch. Climbing onto the table, she placed her hands at its head and knelt, knees wide, her arse in the air. Pop looked at me, grinned and said: "Come on, boy, it's rude to keep a lady waiting." Eagerly I discarded my satin thong allowing my boner to spring to attention, pre-cum already drooling from its tip. Pop was already behind Aunt Darla, kneeling to place licks on her snatch. Then he rose and buried his cock in her cunt. "I guess that leaves my mouth for you, Tony," said Darla, sweetly, looking straight at my cock as I hovered just in front of her. I moved closer and Darla opened her mouth to accept my dripping stiffness, sucking and slurping on its thick helmet. She had no sooner started fellating me than Mom announced: "Come on Lucy, we don't want to be left out!" Linda and Lucy pulled off their bikini bottoms and Mom stepped up onto the table, placing her feet just inside her sister's widespread hands. I reached up to cup her lovely buttocks and pulled her quim onto my mouth. At the opposite end of the table, Lucy had stood above Aunty Darla's rear end and was pressing her pussy into Pop's face. After a few minutes of fucking, fellatio and cunnilingus, Pop cried out: "Shoot, I'm nearly read to come, boy. Change places!" I pulled away from Mom's minge and aunty's mouth and walked around behind the pornstar. My father took my place in Darla's mouth and licked at his wife's wet pussy, while I entered the bondage star's tight, hot cunt and felt Lucy grab my head and drag my mouth and tongue to her sweet-smelling snatch. The next thing, Pop had licked Mom to a noisy orgasm – thank goodness our pool is secluded with a high brick wall! – and then he exploded his load into Darla's mouth. Lucy was next to come, and then the two women climbed down from the table and returned to their recliners with Pop to watch me still pumping away at Darla's crotch. "Make it a money shot, pull out and unload on her back when you come, darling," Mom instructed me and I jerked back just in time as I felt the semen surge, smacking my heavy balls against her arse and spraying my spunk onto Darla's sweat-streaked back. "Pick her up and take her into the pool, boy," called Pop and Darla rose from the table, climbed into my arms and kissed me warmly as I walked slowly down the pool steps into the warm water. Soon we were joined by three more naked bodies, as Mom, Pop and Sis jumped in. CHAPTER 7: After an afternoon of sunbathing, swimming and drinking – Lucy and I stuck to Coke, the adults had wine (the women) and beer (Pop) – we devoured juicy steaks grilled on the barbecue, then trooped inside to watch porno movies on the big screen in the lounge. Around 10pm, Pop, who was nuzzling up to Lucy on the couch, while the rest of us lay naked on the floor, announced: "Right, boy, I got first pick last night, now it's your turn. And I'll let you pick two of 'em!" I stood, stiff pricked, and smiled down at Mom. "Sex Slut Number 1," I called, then "and Sex Slut Number ...." I paused, deliberately, then added "3." The two women got to their feet, flanked me, Darla cupping my balls, Mom fondling my cock and we walked away. At the foot of the stairs, Mom turned and informed Pop: "We'll use the master bedroom, we're going to need the big bed. Take Lucy to her room, Tom." Upstairs in my parents' bedroom, Linda went to her bedside table drawer and threw me four black stockings. "Spreadeagle her, Tony," Mom ordered, "while I get the camera set up." As I set about tying Darla face-up on the mattress, Mom got her video recorder, turned up the lights as bright as they would go, then hoisted the camera up. "Lick her to orgasm, darling," Mom instructed, kneeling on the bed and focusing on Darla's gleaming red pussy lips. "Lots of dialogue, Darla," said Mom and then I went to work. The pornstar's pussy tasted delicious and Darla bucked and heaved while I lapped at her, before coming to a noisy climax. "Now the tit fuck," instructed my "director". I placed my seven-inch stiffy between Darla's gleaming-like-marble breasts and pressed the globes together, so my shaft was trapped between them. As I slid my cock up, the tension of her boobs against my pole pulled the foreskin back almost to the ring. On the downstroke, the foreskin was pulled back up to cover the helmet. Mom filmed this for several minutes as I strove not to explode, then called "Now the face fuck". I moved further up and Darla took my cock in her mouth. "Dialogue, Tony," Mom advised, and I came out with phrases like "Oooh, this is so fuckin' great" and "Oh, what a fuckin' mouth fuck". I once more had to concentrate like hell on not coming. "Now fuck her missionary-style, darl," Mom directed, and I entered Darla's moistness, thrusting up to the hilt before withdrawing almost entirely as ordered by Mrs De Mille. "And now," said Mom, "for the money shot over her face." I pulled my hard-on, the foreskin now pulled tautly back to my ring, and jerked it by Darla's face. All the directions and the positions I had adopted made me almost unbearably randy and soon a splotch of spunk erupted and struck Darla across the lips. She sucked the cum, then I came again, this time the creamy cum drooling down my shaft. Darla's tongue flicked out and licked the gobs down. Next I used my cock tip to push the remaining flecks of semen to her mouth, and my Aunty Darla drank it all down, like a good Sex Slut should. Mom proclaimed "And cut" and then re-wound the tape. "There, Tony," she smiled, "so how would you like to be a porn actor?" I grinned. "Suits me fine," I said, "as long as you're the director – and as long as Aunty D's the star!"

Over the Christmas holidays, they chatted more... learned more about eachother... and now even contemplated meeting...in person.... what was happening ? His son’s hockey schedule would soon take him to the metropolis, nearby to where she lived. From there it would only be about a 30 minute drive to finally meet. He at age 45 and she in her 30s were old enough to know what they were missing in their lives. They had no intentions of leaving their spouses, they loved them, but the sex....oh the sex... was frustrating at best. For her, she was married to a selfish lover. Not having felt a climax from love making in months, and even those were, at best, accidental. He would mount her.... fucked her until he came then roll over and go to sleep, with absolutely no consideration for her needs, her wants, her desires or fantasies. There she was, left with an itch to scratch on her own. Oh, make no mistake about it. She would cum, but only at her own hand. For him, his wife was prudish. Barely able to assign names to any of the body parts. She was a missionary position girl and would panic at the first sign of her own orgasm. Almost as if she would not give herself permission to “let go” to just fuck like wild animals. He had no problem trying to please her, starting with kissing, then sucking on her ample breasts.... licking her nipples until they swelled in his mouth... he even would eat her out...everytime they had sex.... which was about one a month... on a good month. When she would cum, she would pull his face up as if to say, “no... i can’t cum anymore... i can’t enjoy this anymore”. She would spread her legs... and let him slip inside her passage, now wet from his saliva and from her juices. After some time, he would cum. Never really sensing that she wanted it to last “too long”, since this was her way of “returning the favour”. For as many times as he ate her out, she would never give him a blowjob. As a matter of fact, his long standing innocence as he grew up resulted in him never having received a blowjob, EVER! The two continued to chat online, sharing their “secrets” with one another. They felt like kindred spirits, knowing exactly how the other one felt, the frustration, the emptiness, the need. It was growing and could not be stopped. He mentioned to her about his son’s upcoming travel schedule. Also being involved with the hockey commission, he would often be on conference calls. He could make up a story that since he was “in the neighbourhood” that he would attend the next hockey commission meeting. His wife knew that he was busy, she would never suspect a thing. The plan was now taking shape. They continued to chat. He had a cam and would gladly show his prize to his online lover. She would cum like she’s never cum before. Hell, she would even start to get wet just at the thought of him being “online” when she logged in. They both needed a serious release, and soon. The plan was set, a date, a time, and to begin with, a neutral location, a Tim Horton’s, how Canadian. They had traded some pics so each knew what the other looked like. The day of the meeting came. Not wanting her husband to suspect, she left the house in her jeans and sweatshirt, with her large purse under her arm. Once in the van...and out of sight, she found a nearby secluded area where she would change. She slipped on a skirt, just above the knee, and a sexy opaque blouse, that would not reveal to anyone that she was braless underneath. Along with that, she slipped on some thigh high nylons, to give the illusion that she was wearing pantyhose, when in fact she even ditched her panties. To complete the ensemble, she wore some sexy knee-high boots with a sexy stiletto heel. She arrived first grabbed a coffee..and waited impatiently. Finally he arrived, in snug jeans and t-shirt. This was his standard fare, and he didn’t want to raise any suspicion among his family. He spotted her right away. He could feel the increasing crowded feeling in his jeans as his 6 ½ cock had absolutely nowhere to go. Seeing that she had a drink, he casually walked up to her and said “Tracy” (not her real name), “It’s so nice to finally meet you.” She stood up, slightly taller than him in her sexy heels and they hugged. Against their urges to strip and fuck right there, it was a cordial hug then he said “Do you need a refill? I’m going to grab a drink.” She said that she was fine, knowing now that she wasn’t. She could feel herself getting wet and thinking that she wished that she had worn panties because she might soak through her skirt. He returned with his coffee and they began to chat. “it’s very nice to finally see you.” He said She smiled “It’s nice to finally see you too.” They were at a table near the back. The shop was fairly empty. As she spoke, she took her foot and gently brushed his leg with it. Biting his lip he whispered, “You probably want to stop that, or I won’t be able to stand up for a while.” “I know” she said playfully. “That’s what I’m hoping for.” “You’re not..uhm... disappointed...are you?” she asked. “Absolutely not.” Glancing down at his crotch “and neither is he.” He winked at her He broke the awkward chatter with “Are you as ready for this as I am?” She nodded in silence, unable to speak at the moment as she was trying hard to keep herself from cumming right there in the Tim Horton’s. “Is the hotel nearby?” he asked. She nodded “Yes... would you like to go now?” “Only if you’re okay with it.” He replied. With that she stood up, and reached for her coat. As she slipped it on, he could see her hardened nipples pressing firmly against her blouse. “What a beautiful sight” he thought to himself. He walked her to her car. “I’ll follow you.” He said. That’s me over there, the minivan. They both got into their cars and started for the hotel. It wasn’t the Ritz Carleton, but it wasn’t a “Pay by the hour” either. They both knew why they were going there and they didn’t want to pay alot. No credit card traces, just cash. They arrived. Since she had made the arrangements, she checked them in, grabbed the key and walked outside. He was waiting for her. “I can’t believe that I’m doing this...I’ve never done anything like this in my life.” He said “I can’t believe it either.... neither have I” she replied nervously. They got to the room...opened the door and went inside. Closing the door, they took off their coats and turned to look at eachother. The room was electric, they instantly began to kiss passionately, just embracing at first. He broke the kiss with “Look.... I’m nervous as hell.... if at anytime.... no matter when.. you want to stop this.... you just say so...okay? Promise? No matter when?” She nodded “..and the same goes for you too. There will be no bad feelings about anything. I promise.” With that they resumed. As they kissed... he began to unbutton her blouse, kissing her neck. She had always wanted to “do him first” but the woman in her was feeling things that she had never felt before, at least not with her husband, so she tilted her head to the side allowing him to nibble on her neck and earlobe while he continued to unbutton her blouse. He undid the first 4 buttons, which revealed a beautiful cleavage. As he continued to kiss her, he slipped his hand inside of her blouse, gently caressing her breast, but intentionally not touching her nipple. She squirmed, he continued to kiss as they made their way to the bed, after locking the door and placing the “Do Not Disturb” sign outside. She laid down on the bed and he laid next to her.... still fondling her firm breasts, he unbuttoned another button, then another, until they were all undone. Slowly, he pulled her blouse open to reveal her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were so hard that they ached. He finally touched one of them.. circling it and gently pinching it. She moaned immediately. He slid down her body and began to suck on the other one. She knew that she was about to cum already. “I have to get my skirt off... I’m going to cum all over it..” she said between pants of breath. He slowly unclasp it then unzipped it. Sliding it off of her so gently and placing it over the chair. There she was, in her knee high boots, thigh high stockings, her wet blonde trimmed pussy exposed and her blouse open. She felt out of control, and loved every minute of it. He slowly unzipped her boots and pulled them off, along with her thigh highs, one by one. As he did so, she shed her blouse and now lay there completely naked. Knowing that she was going to probably cum really hard, he began to take his clothes off also. Her eyes were wide opened as she watched him. For 45 he looked good, damn good, she thought. She knew that he worked out alot and it showed. Now also completely naked, with a raging hardon, he returned to the bed and began to suck on her tits once again. “I can’t help it, you look so delicious and I want to make you cum so badly” he said. Moving down.. he reached down and draped her legs over his shoulders, first one, then the other. He kissed her stomach, her belly button, licked her bush and moved to her inner thighs, again, intentionally avoiding where she wanted him so badly. By now, she actually had a small flow going, so wet that it was leaking out and down over her ass. The tip of her clit pushed though her moist lips as if to scream “I’m here... what about me!?”. He moved closer... finally with no hands, he let his tongue part her now dripping wet lips and slid it the length of her slit. She tasted like honey and he couldn’t stop. Licking more and more, he paused at her clit, covered it with his mouth and began to suck gently. As he did this, he slid two fingers inside of her, probing with a “come over here” motion, and trying to stroke her g-spot as he sucked harder on her clit. “Oh my god...yes.... right there....” she cried out as she began to hold his head, pressing his face deeper against her wet mound. He asked her “Have you ever squired before?” he asked her between licks. “No, I’ve cum really hard...and when I’m chatting with you I get totally soaked, but I’ve never squirted.” She replied “Ok, squeeze your pussy, like you are trying to stop yourself from peeing. As I rub your g-spot and lick you it’s going to feel like you will have to pee really badly. Don’t worry about it. Just keep squeezing. Do that as long as you can stay sane. When you can’t take it anymore, just push gently, like you do when you pee.” She nodded between her trying to catch her breath. He continued licking and stroking. Feeling her g-spot hardening, like a little acorn, he knew she was close. Her moans and gyrations only excited him more, he went faster and licked and sucked her clit harder. She bucked and panted through her moans and finally let out a scream “Oh god...i can’t take it anymore...” as she began to push.. a wave came over her as she squirted for the first time in her life. It was a real gusher and got him totally soaked. He was so happy that he had taken off his clothes, or they would have been soaked with her juices. How would he explain that one to his family? She laid there for a moment trying to catch her breath...as he slid up her body...and began to kiss her again. She stopped him saying “My god..that was the most intense orgasm that I’ve had in my entire life. Thank you so much. Now, after that performance, I have to return the favour.” They kissed some more....and she slowly rolled him onto his back... moving down... to his firm chest. She knew from their chats that his nips were very sensitive. She began to lick them and kiss them and suck on them.... this only make him even harder and thicker. “Oh fuck yes...” he moaned... she continue with pleasure. She slid her hand down his body, he was totaly shaved. He had been experimenting over the holidays, it was so smooth. She caressed his shaft with her hand...not touching the tip just yet. She played with his balls too..while she continued her oral assault on his chest. “mmmmmmmmmmm” he moaned out loud... “yess.... that feels so good.” Slowly she moved down, her pussy still dripping from the amazing orgasm that he had given her. She kissed his stomach...his belly button.... and got to the freshly shaven area just above the base of his shaft. Sliding her tongue along his shaft, she got to his head. Licked it gently as she looked up at him. She remembered that he had never received a blowjob before and was going to make this one memorable. She took his head into her mouth...slowly sucking on it.... then a little more....and more... soon all 6 ½ inches were inside of her mouth. She sucked slowly..allowing him to fully enjoy the sensation. The expression on his face told the whole story. She was taking him to a place where he had never been before, and he was thoroughly enjoying the trip. “Oh fuck... that’s so amazing... i’m gonna cum....” he said... She simply continued, looking up nodding and winking at him... “Oh...here it comes...oh..oh...ughhh” as he tensed up... trying to shove his cock even further down her throat he unleashed a blast of warm cream that she was waiting for, for so many months. I tasted heavenly as she gulped down every drop of it... still looking up into his eyes. Once it was all gone and she began to feel him go limp, she let it slip out of her mouth and slid back up his body to him. “So..was it worth waiting 45 years for?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. Still trying to catch his breath, he said “That was pure heaven. Come here...”, he said with authority. With that they began to kiss again. His hands where exploring her body, and her hands, his. It didn’t take long for him to recover, and, as for her, she was already ready. She could feel his shaft growing once again and this time she knew where she wanted it. As they kissed, she straddled him, first resting his cock on her stomach as she sat on his thighs. His hands were playing with her tits... he whispered to her “come here..” and pulled her down toward him. Once again, he began an oral assault on her tits. As he did, she shifted herself a bit, causing his hard cock to slip to her awaiting opening. She merely shifted a bit more and it slid inside of her with ease. The feeling was incredible. Her online lover had his hard cock inside of her and she loved it. She was so wet and so inviting. Fucking her was so much better than fucking his wife. Tracy was different, she wanted to be fucked and it made her pussy that much more inviting. After having received that blowjob, he had alot of staying power. They fucked hard for a while, changing positions now and then. They were both in heaven. She was getting close and she knew it..”cum inside me” she cried out. With that, he rolled back onto his back and let her straddle him again. She sat upright, her hands on his chest, his on her tits. They could feel it building. “Oh god baby, cum all over my cock...” he said as he pinched and twisted her nips gently. This sent her over the edge as she released another wave of her warm juices, all over his cock. He could feel it leaking out of her. He started to fuck her faster... “oh yes....i’m close.... ride me... yes... oh....” With that... he tensed up, and grabbing her hips pinned her to him as he thrust up hard and came deep inside of her. The warm feeling of him cum pulsing inside of her cause her to have a 3rd orgasm right there. This caused her to cry as she collapsed onto his body. “Oh thank you so much. I needed this so bad. I’ve never made love like this before. It was the most incredible thing that I’ve felt in my life.” As he held her close, he whispered into her ear “... and thank you. For my first blowjob which was the most incredible thing that I’ve ever experienced. I wish that I could fuck you all weekend long and never leave here.” With that, he just held her tightly. A while later they got up. She suggested that they shower before leaving. This gave him another chance to reload. While she was in the shower, he came in quietly and closed the door behind him. He tapped lightly on the shower curtain saying “I think that we should save water.” She opened the curtain for him and they make love once again in a slippery soapy environment. After the shower, they got dressed and said their goodbyes, not sure if this opportunity would ever come again. They would return to their frustrated lives, to their secret online rendez-vous, but this time, it would be different, because they could take those amazing memories with them.

It was the middle of December I had been dating this girl off and on, mostly because I couldn’t stay faithful. It was a Monday night and once again I lied to her and told her I was hanging out with my friend Ryan. I was really going over to my completely gorgeous friend Lisa’s house, to hang out with her a guy she was talking to and her friend Gabby. Lisa is about 5’7 deep tan, died jet black hair cut short, eyes like Denise Richards, and a perfect body with gorgeous 34 C cup breasts with the left nipple pierced (I was lucky enough to have seen it and it was all I could do not to put that perfect hard nipple in my mouth). Long thick legs but nothing fat, and a smooth stomach she is a knock out. I and Lisa have been friends since High School we went to different schools but we rode the bus together, and we hung out with the same people and had many wild and crazy times, but that’s another story. I was kinda trying to get with Gabby who is 17 kinda chubby but she could pull it off she also had jet black hair cut short, and also had her lip pierced. She had nice tits but sadly the most I had seen of them is just her bra that she teased me with about a week earlier. I drove my truck over to Lisa’s house and noticed a Chrysler 300 in the culvasac by her house just sitting there, her dad was leaving to go to work. He had clients that he had to meet at all different times. Being a friend of the family I walked up the drive way and let myself in. No one was in the living room but in no time at all I was awarded with seeing Lisa at the top of the stairs in just her underwear she told me to give her a sec and she would be ready. I teased her and told her to get her clothes on. As she drove back to her room the front door opened and in stepped this woman in her mid twenties. I had never seen her before and looking at her it was disappointing we have not met earlier. The woman asked who I was I told her I’m CJ Lisa’s friend. Lisa poked her head out of her room and said “Oh yeah! You never met my older sister Taylor.” (I had heard of an older sister but they never talked to her she lived a good 3 hours away and rumored to have a drug problem) I said Hi. She said hi back and then went down stairs to where there mom was. Taylor hollered to her mom saying that there was a strange guy trying to steal their T.V. in the living room. I laughed “I’m not a strange guy I’m family girl. Ain’t I mom” finishing the sentence as I landed on the last step and seen their mom. Who was running on the treadmill. Taylor got some things and went upstairs I stayed down there a minute talking with the mom (I always make the mom like me) then headed upstairs to Lisa's room. I knocked then entered all the girls were getting ready doing hair make up, and sadly dressed. Lisa was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room doing her hair and we made small chat. Taylor was in the conjoining bathroom with the door open and chatted with us. Lisa got my attention and mouthed “she thinks your hott” I smiled, and thought of the possibilities. I was also pleased to find out that Taylor was gonna come hang out with us. Taylor had shoulder length dark brown hair with highlights with cat like eyes a big smile, and from what I can tell slightly bigger boobs than her sister. She also had a nice firm looking ass and was about the same height as Lisa. I myself was rather pleased with how I looked that night I had blue jeans on, a nice AE shirt, my fav AE hoodie and a toboggan with a bill that my surfer style hair peeked out of at my forehead and gave me wings out the back, and since I’m 6’6 I often get mistaken for being older and the older woman seem to like it to (I’m a tree with a baby face) and I have an athletic build I’m not skinny I’m built like an ideal tightend. After the girls got ready we left and picked up Gabby from work and then got alcohol and then the guy Lisa was talking to. We drove to a caf?that lets you smoke hookahs. On the way their Taylor announced she had some xanex and passed some out to Lisa, Gabby, and Lisa’s date me being the driver (since my SUV could fit everyone in comfortably) didn’t take any. I stuck to my bud select (I know not that smart). On the way to the caf?sex was a popular topic, and the fact I had seen Lisa’s boobs. Gabby said: you’ve seen mine too!” I corrected her “no you just teased me and only showed me your bra.” With that said she then turned towards me and lifted her shirt and bra and showed me her tits. Her skin was milky white and in the dark light I could tell her nipples looked a sweet tasting pink. I almost reached out and touched them but fearing for our safety I kept both hands on the wheel and as soon as they were shown, they were gone. The caf?was pretty uneventful except for the glances me and Taylor where exchanging and the fact that Gabby was trying to separate us. After the Caf?we decided to go to Gabby’s and get in her hott tub, my brain was just thinking of the possibilities. The girls put on Gabby’s spare bikinis and Lisa’s date who was Gabby’s brother in law just so happened to have shorts there so I was the only one getting in with just my underwear on. When we went to get in the hott tub lived up to its name it was so hot we couldn’t get in so we left the cover off to let it cool down in the mean time we hung out in Gabby’s room. Lisa kept passing out from the pills, and her date was M.I.A Gabby decided to show off her toys she had a vibrating cock ring that Taylor seemed to like, and then she showed us anal ease. This made me see her in an all new light. The tubb was finally bearable and we all got in I was surprisingly between Gabby and Taylor but closer to Taylor which spawned a funny look from Gabby. Gabby was showing her immaturity all night long complaining about stuff and just acting to drunk for only drinking a 40 oz of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and having Taylor next to her she made the decision easy I changed my attention to Taylor. We left Gabby at her house and decided to go back to Lisa’s house. It was 4 in the morning and Lisa’s date and I decided to stay the night they slept in her room. I was left with either the guest room or Taylor’s bed downstairs in the basement I chose; well we all know what I chose. Laying in bed with Taylor I got bold and cuddled her she had no objections, then I asked for a good night kiss (lame I know but hey I’m 19 I don’t have that many lines). My heart skipped a beat when she rolled over and put her lips to mine. I felt a jolt through my body and was completely content. She then rolled over and said goodnight. I now had a new woman I was interested in and I couldn’t wait to see her again. I bothered Lisa all day through texts about her sis, and we decided to have us all hang out again except Gabby. I picked them up and the girls looked great they even went through their x mas gifts and got there new jeans out that there mom had got them. We went to a liquor store and got some tequila and some Jim beam. Then went and got salt and lemon juice to take shots. Now we just needed a place to go… I knew of this place behind a carwash off a busy street outta sight, a place where I had taken some previous girls to do other things except drink. We decided it was a good idea and the alcohol started flowing. Through our festivities Lisa told us she never had done a body shot. We went to the 24hr grocery store and got lemons me and Taylor walked in. As we walked I looked at just how hott she was and since I had been wanting to kiss her again since the moment I saw her that night I pulled her to me and said “I have been waiting to do this all night” and with that I kissed her. We walked arm and arm into the store and got the lemons. Once we got back to our hide out Taylor demonstrated how to give a body shot on me. Now that Lisa knew how the bottle and lemons and salt where being passed around. Lisa with her date me and Taylor. I loved the feel of Taylor’s tongue on my neck with every shot she had me wanting her so bad. Now after all the sucking on eachothers neck the taking of lemons from the both just turned to making out, and soon moans of pleasure was coming from the back seat. Lisa and her date where having a lot of fun by the sounds we where hearing soon while me and Taylor where making out, Lisa’s feet where hitting me in the back in my head. They soon moved to the very back so now we had privacy. While we where kissing I moved my hand between her thighs, the warmth emanating from between only fueled my animal lust, soon I Had her pants unbutton and slipped my hands past her waist band I could feel her trimmed pubic hair and then finally the velvet feeling of her lips. As I slipped my hand further down I could feel the wetness and I slid two fingers in and started finger fucking her pussy. I was awarded with her moans of pleasure. While I was pleasuring her I myself was straining to burst through my jeans. Her hand started massaging my cock through my jeans and in between moans she whispered “Feels big.” This just made me smile and kiss her harder and makin my fingers work harder. I was alternating between fingering her and rubbing her clit and this was getting the reaction I was wanting moans of ooooooohhhhhhhssss and aaahhhhhssss and the look of her sex hungry eyes told me I was doing what she wanted. I finally freed myself from my jeans and placed her hand on my cock she stroked me, and then she leaned over and started sucking my cock. Now it was my turn to moan. I was especially impressed when I felt the back of her throat and then see all 7 inches disappear down her throat. She was the first girl to ever go all the way down (while 7 inches is decent what I’m most happy with is that I’m thick prolly 3 inches around). The feeling of her tongue flipping at my head and then taking it all the way down again was making me go crazy. And from the rocking of the truck and the moans Lisa was having a good time to. After getting thoroughly aroused by the best blow job I needed to fuck her. I went to pull her on top of me but then she told me to wait till we got home. SO I decided to finger her and make her want it as bad as I did. In a half moan she said “I hope you’ll return the favor with that I pushed her back leaned over and dove into her pussy. I tasted the sweet tanginess of her juices and loving every second of it. The ooooohhhhhhssssss and ahhhhhhhs were now OOOOOOHHHHHH and AHHHHH and FUCK YEAH which only got me hornier. After licking her pussy awhile I sat up and kissed her hard nothing gets me hotter than a girl tasting herself from my lips. She then decided she want to fuck I got out the condom and went to put it on when at that moment Lisa needed to puke, I got out and had to open the back hatch so she could puke cuz I didn’t want her to puke in my truck, with that we left and took her date home. Then we got to her house. Lisa was still naked so I got Taylor out and put her against the truck and then when to get LISA dressed. As I turned my back Taylor fell to the ground drunk. When I turned to get her up Lisa bolted to the house telling me to get Taylor in the house that she’s fine. So I carry Taylor into the house and down to her room. I lay her on the bed and start kissing her again. She then starts begging me to fuck her. We kiss some more and she shows off her deepthroating some more and gets my dick hard. As soon as it’s hard I stick it in her soaking wet pussy. Now blowjob can beat the feel of a tight pussy, it surprised me she was tight since she was 26 (later I find out that she had only been with 5 guys before me). I start humping for all I’m worth feeling the warmth of her pussy and her juices leaking down to my balls. After about 10 min her moans become louder and quicker, OH YES EM OH YEAH MMMMMMM YEAH, I whisper in her ear “You gonna Cum Baby?!” She whimpers back “Uh huh” then I feel her muscles contract OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH I stick it in as far as I can go I let her calm down a second then go back to humping her as fast as I can. I switch positions and make her put her knees on the floor and bend over while I fuck her doggy style (very low bed) I grip at her firm ass. Then turn her head to me and kiss her hard then bite her neck, OOOOHHHH MMMMM! Is my reward. After awhile the whiskey starts to affect me and I pull out and have her suck me some more while she’s sucking my dick I get on top of her in the 69 position. I lick her hard swollen clit in finger her pussy. Muffled moans escape her mouth. I start to hump her mouth and put my dick as far in her throat I can. Her mouth feels so good that the alcohol effect cannot compete against her abilities, and I’m ready to fuck some more. I get on top of her again and fuck her hard, watching her perfect 36 C breast sway with every thrust. She starts to moan like she did earlier OOOOOOHHHHH and I feel the contracting, I pull her hair and pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately. She says “I love you.” (Booze talking) I tell her I love her to then she say “no you don’t its ok though.” After fucking her some more her moans of pleasure start to get to me and I feel the great tingling sensation, I tell her “I’m GONNA CUM!” Just then I shoot my hot load into her. We lay there a second, I get up and pee and carry her to pee. Then carry her back to the bed put her panties on and I put her shirt on her. I go and check on Lisa she is sound asleep, then I crawl back into bed with Taylor snuggle up and go to sleep… Can’t wait to do it when I’m sober.

It was the middle of December I had been dating this girl off and on, mostly because I couldn’t stay faithful. It was a Monday night and once again I lied to her and told her I was hanging out with my friend Ryan. I was really going over to my completely gorgeous friend Lisa’s house, to hang out with her a guy she was talking to and her friend Gabby. Lisa is about 5’7 deep tan, died jet black hair cut short, eyes like Denise Richards, and a perfect body with gorgeous 34 C cup breasts with the left nipple pierced (I was lucky enough to have seen it and it was all I could do not to put that perfect hard nipple in my mouth). Long thick legs but nothing fat, and a smooth stomach she is a knock out. I and Lisa have been friends since High School we went to different schools but we rode the bus together, and we hung out with the same people and had many wild and crazy times, but that’s another story. I was kinda trying to get with Gabby who is 17 kinda chubby but she could pull it off she also had jet black hair cut short, and also had her lip pierced. She had nice tits but sadly the most I had seen of them is just her bra that she teased me with about a week earlier. I drove my truck over to Lisa’s house and noticed a Chrysler 300 in the culvasac by her house just sitting there, her dad was leaving to go to work. He had clients that he had to meet at all different times. Being a friend of the family I walked up the drive way and let myself in. No one was in the living room but in no time at all I was awarded with seeing Lisa at the top of the stairs in just her underwear she told me to give her a sec and she would be ready. I teased her and told her to get her clothes on. As she drove back to her room the front door opened and in stepped this woman in her mid twenties. I had never seen her before and looking at her it was disappointing we have not met earlier. The woman asked who I was I told her I’m CJ Lisa’s friend. Lisa poked her head out of her room and said “Oh yeah! You never met my older sister Taylor.” (I had heard of an older sister but they never talked to her she lived a good 3 hours away and rumored to have a drug problem) I said Hi. She said hi back and then went down stairs to where there mom was. Taylor hollered to her mom saying that there was a strange guy trying to steal their T.V. in the living room. I laughed “I’m not a strange guy I’m family girl. Ain’t I mom” finishing the sentence as I landed on the last step and seen their mom. Who was running on the treadmill. Taylor got some things and went upstairs I stayed down there a minute talking with the mom (I always make the mom like me) then headed upstairs to Lisa's room. I knocked then entered all the girls were getting ready doing hair make up, and sadly dressed. Lisa was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room doing her hair and we made small chat. Taylor was in the conjoining bathroom with the door open and chatted with us. Lisa got my attention and mouthed “she thinks your hott” I smiled, and thought of the possibilities. I was also pleased to find out that Taylor was gonna come hang out with us. Taylor had shoulder length dark brown hair with highlights with cat like eyes a big smile, and from what I can tell slightly bigger boobs than her sister. She also had a nice firm looking ass and was about the same height as Lisa. I myself was rather pleased with how I looked that night I had blue jeans on, a nice AE shirt, my fav AE hoodie and a toboggan with a bill that my surfer style hair peeked out of at my forehead and gave me wings out the back, and since I’m 6’6 I often get mistaken for being older and the older woman seem to like it to (I’m a tree with a baby face) and I have an athletic build I’m not skinny I’m built like an ideal tightend. After the girls got ready we left and picked up Gabby from work and then got alcohol and then the guy Lisa was talking to. We drove to a caf?that lets you smoke hookahs. On the way their Taylor announced she had some xanex and passed some out to Lisa, Gabby, and Lisa’s date me being the driver (since my SUV could fit everyone in comfortably) didn’t take any. I stuck to my bud select (I know not that smart). On the way to the caf?sex was a popular topic, and the fact I had seen Lisa’s boobs. Gabby said: you’ve seen mine too!” I corrected her “no you just teased me and only showed me your bra.” With that said she then turned towards me and lifted her shirt and bra and showed me her tits. Her skin was milky white and in the dark light I could tell her nipples looked a sweet tasting pink. I almost reached out and touched them but fearing for our safety I kept both hands on the wheel and as soon as they were shown, they were gone. The caf?was pretty uneventful except for the glances me and Taylor where exchanging and the fact that Gabby was trying to separate us. After the Caf?we decided to go to Gabby’s and get in her hott tub, my brain was just thinking of the possibilities. The girls put on Gabby’s spare bikinis and Lisa’s date who was Gabby’s brother in law just so happened to have shorts there so I was the only one getting in with just my underwear on. When we went to get in the hott tub lived up to its name it was so hot we couldn’t get in so we left the cover off to let it cool down in the mean time we hung out in Gabby’s room. Lisa kept passing out from the pills, and her date was M.I.A Gabby decided to show off her toys she had a vibrating cock ring that Taylor seemed to like, and then she showed us anal ease. This made me see her in an all new light. The tubb was finally bearable and we all got in I was surprisingly between Gabby and Taylor but closer to Taylor which spawned a funny look from Gabby. Gabby was showing her immaturity all night long complaining about stuff and just acting to drunk for only drinking a 40 oz of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and having Taylor next to her she made the decision easy I changed my attention to Taylor. We left Gabby at her house and decided to go back to Lisa’s house. It was 4 in the morning and Lisa’s date and I decided to stay the night they slept in her room. I was left with either the guest room or Taylor’s bed downstairs in the basement I chose; well we all know what I chose. Laying in bed with Taylor I got bold and cuddled her she had no objections, then I asked for a good night kiss (lame I know but hey I’m 19 I don’t have that many lines). My heart skipped a beat when she rolled over and put her lips to mine. I felt a jolt through my body and was completely content. She then rolled over and said goodnight. I now had a new woman I was interested in and I couldn’t wait to see her again. I bothered Lisa all day through texts about her sis, and we decided to have us all hang out again except Gabby. I picked them up and the girls looked great they even went through their x mas gifts and got there new jeans out that there mom had got them. We went to a liquor store and got some tequila and some Jim beam. Then went and got salt and lemon juice to take shots. Now we just needed a place to go… I knew of this place behind a carwash off a busy street outta sight, a place where I had taken some previous girls to do other things except drink. We decided it was a good idea and the alcohol started flowing. Through our festivities Lisa told us she never had done a body shot. We went to the 24hr grocery store and got lemons me and Taylor walked in. As we walked I looked at just how hott she was and since I had been wanting to kiss her again since the moment I saw her that night I pulled her to me and said “I have been waiting to do this all night” and with that I kissed her. We walked arm and arm into the store and got the lemons. Once we got back to our hide out Taylor demonstrated how to give a body shot on me. Now that Lisa knew how the bottle and lemons and salt where being passed around. Lisa with her date me and Taylor. I loved the feel of Taylor’s tongue on my neck with every shot she had me wanting her so bad. Now after all the sucking on eachothers neck the taking of lemons from the both just turned to making out, and soon moans of pleasure was coming from the back seat. Lisa and her date where having a lot of fun by the sounds we where hearing soon while me and Taylor where making out, Lisa’s feet where hitting me in the back in my head. They soon moved to the very back so now we had privacy. While we where kissing I moved my hand between her thighs, the warmth emanating from between only fueled my animal lust, soon I Had her pants unbutton and slipped my hands past her waist band I could feel her trimmed pubic hair and then finally the velvet feeling of her lips. As I slipped my hand further down I could feel the wetness and I slid two fingers in and started finger fucking her pussy. I was awarded with her moans of pleasure. While I was pleasuring her I myself was straining to burst through my jeans. Her hand started massaging my cock through my jeans and in between moans she whispered “Feels big.” This just made me smile and kiss her harder and makin my fingers work harder. I was alternating between fingering her and rubbing her clit and this was getting the reaction I was wanting moans of ooooooohhhhhhhssss and aaahhhhhssss and the look of her sex hungry eyes told me I was doing what she wanted. I finally freed myself from my jeans and placed her hand on my cock she stroked me, and then she leaned over and started sucking my cock. Now it was my turn to moan. I was especially impressed when I felt the back of her throat and then see all 7 inches disappear down her throat. She was the first girl to ever go all the way down (while 7 inches is decent what I’m most happy with is that I’m thick prolly 3 inches around). The feeling of her tongue flipping at my head and then taking it all the way down again was making me go crazy. And from the rocking of the truck and the moans Lisa was having a good time to. After getting thoroughly aroused by the best blow job I needed to fuck her. I went to pull her on top of me but then she told me to wait till we got home. SO I decided to finger her and make her want it as bad as I did. In a half moan she said “I hope you’ll return the favor with that I pushed her back leaned over and dove into her pussy. I tasted the sweet tanginess of her juices and loving every second of it. The ooooohhhhhhssssss and ahhhhhhhs were now OOOOOOHHHHHH and AHHHHH and FUCK YEAH which only got me hornier. After licking her pussy awhile I sat up and kissed her hard nothing gets me hotter than a girl tasting herself from my lips. She then decided she want to fuck I got out the condom and went to put it on when at that moment Lisa needed to puke, I got out and had to open the back hatch so she could puke cuz I didn’t want her to puke in my truck, with that we left and took her date home. Then we got to her house. Lisa was still naked so I got Taylor out and put her against the truck and then when to get LISA dressed. As I turned my back Taylor fell to the ground drunk. When I turned to get her up Lisa bolted to the house telling me to get Taylor in the house that she’s fine. So I carry Taylor into the house and down to her room. I lay her on the bed and start kissing her again. She then starts begging me to fuck her. We kiss some more and she shows off her deepthroating some more and gets my dick hard. As soon as it’s hard I stick it in her soaking wet pussy. Now blowjob can beat the feel of a tight pussy, it surprised me she was tight since she was 26 (later I find out that she had only been with 5 guys before me). I start humping for all I’m worth feeling the warmth of her pussy and her juices leaking down to my balls. After about 10 min her moans become louder and quicker, OH YES EM OH YEAH MMMMMMM YEAH, I whisper in her ear “You gonna Cum Baby?!” She whimpers back “Uh huh” then I feel her muscles contract OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH I stick it in as far as I can go I let her calm down a second then go back to humping her as fast as I can. I switch positions and make her put her knees on the floor and bend over while I fuck her doggy style (very low bed) I grip at her firm ass. Then turn her head to me and kiss her hard then bite her neck, OOOOHHHH MMMMM! Is my reward. After awhile the whiskey starts to affect me and I pull out and have her suck me some more while she’s sucking my dick I get on top of her in the 69 position. I lick her hard swollen clit in finger her pussy. Muffled moans escape her mouth. I start to hump her mouth and put my dick as far in her throat I can. Her mouth feels so good that the alcohol effect cannot compete against her abilities, and I’m ready to fuck some more. I get on top of her again and fuck her hard, watching her perfect 36 C breast sway with every thrust. She starts to moan like she did earlier OOOOOOHHHHH and I feel the contracting, I pull her hair and pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately. She says “I love you.” (Booze talking) I tell her I love her to then she say “no you don’t its ok though.” After fucking her some more her moans of pleasure start to get to me and I feel the great tingling sensation, I tell her “I’m GONNA CUM!” Just then I shoot my hot load into her. We lay there a second, I get up and pee and carry her to pee. Then carry her back to the bed put her panties on and I put her shirt on her. I go and check on Lisa she is sound asleep, then I crawl back into bed with Taylor snuggle up and go to sleep… Can’t wait to do it when I’m sober.

Not long into my relationship with Wendy, when it had become pretty apparent how much school knickers played such a big part in her enjoyment of sex I asked her if she knew why she got such a kick out of wearing them when a lot of girls couldn’t wait to move on to wearing more fashionable underwear. And although Wendy did have quite an exotic and sexy amount of underwear herself her school knicker sessions used to give her so much more pleasure. It all became so much clearer when she explained … ‘When I was at school in my mid teens I had an experience that became instrumental in the way my sex life developed,’ she said. ‘It had become a bit of a naughty game amongst some of the older boys to creep up behind a girl, carefully reach up under her gymslip and quickly pull down her navy blue knickers (which were our regulation underwear when at school). That, basically, was as far as it went most times. The boys ran away whilst the girl simply pulled her knickers up again. It was somewhat annoying and we didn’t find it very funny. ‘About six girls in our class had suffered this great ‘joke’ but it hadn’t happened to me until one day in the run up to Christmas. I was in our classroom, on my own, leaning against the windowsill looking out of the window during lunchtime when I felt a pair of hands grabbing and pulling down my knickers. In my effort to try and grab them before they were fully pulled down I stumbled forward which allowed the perpetrator to fully whip my knickers off completely. I tried to quickly turn and see who had got my knickers but whoever it was was quickly disappearing through the classroom door. I ran to the door of the classroom but there were so many boys, all dressed the same in school uniform, thronging the corridor I had no idea who’d taken my knickers. I felt extremely uncomfortable walking around knowing I was naked beneath my gymslip but was just grateful that I didn’t have PE that afternoon, which we always had to do in our knickers or, for that matter, a knicker inspection (in which we had to lift our skirts to prove we were wearing the correct, regulation knickers). I was also somewhat embarrassed by my predicament not knowing who had taken my knicks and didn’t feel that it was something I could really report to a teacher. I just hoped I could safely get home and get a new pair on without anybody noticing. ‘When I returned to my classroom, after afternoon break, I opened my desk to get out a textbook for my next lesson when I noticed that my knickers had been returned. I picked them up and slipped off to the girls toilets to put them back on again. The funny thing was that they felt damp. Odd! However, when I got into the toilet cubicle I looked closely at them and was amazed to see that they appeared to by covered in what I presumed (not having had any personal experience of it thus far in my life — though some of my friends had — and explained what it looked like) was boy’s spunk. In fact, after closer examination, there appeared to be evidence of at least six separate ejaculations on them. I slipped my knickers back on and, although still damp, the thought of six cocks using my navy knickers to wank into was just so mind-blowingly erotic. ‘At that time in my life I had just started to experiment with masturbation. I’d just had the one, fairly low-key, self- conscious and guilt ridden orgasm but felt, strongly, that there was definitely more to ‘come’. Sitting in class the rest of that afternoon there was only one thing on my mind and that was to get home as soon as school finished and have a wank in my semen stained knickers. And that’s exactly what I did. However, I actually had to have three wanks so worked up was I. The whole idea of those boys cocks spurting their spunk onto the knickers I had been wearing was so overwhelmingly erotic I had weeks and weeks of wankings. Unfortunately, of course, I didn’t dare keep the ‘offended’ knickers and had to throw them in a dustbin the next day. I was sorry, in a way, but I just thought that if I’d put them in the laundry basket my mum could have asked a few very awkward questions! I never got to know who the boys were who’d soiled my knicks. I had my suspicions but that was as far as it went. I often caught myself looking at some of the boys and thinking ‘Were you one of them?’’ So that was the origin of Wendy’s ‘kinkiness’. It explained a lot. Especially, an experience I’d had with her not long into our relationship when I’d asked her if I could watch her masturbate? ‘Oh! Yes, I’d love that,’ she said, ‘No problem at all.’ Taking off her knickers she asked me, to ‘wank myself off into the knickers she’d been wearing while she did her little ‘demonstration.’ As it happened she’d been wearing navy blue knickers that day and we’d already had a brilliant lot of sex together so I was very happy to oblige her. Wendy was already pretty worked up by the eroticism of the situation and she had hardly started to rub her clit and insert her fingers into her pussy hole when she came. ‘That didn’t take long,’ I said, ‘I didn’t get much of a chance to see how you did it.’ ‘Sorry,’ she replied, ‘I’ll go a bit slower this time. And please spray loads your spunk on my knickers. I’ll be checking!’ And so she started working on herself once more. I watched intently as she slowly and gently teased her clitoris whilst inserting her fingers into her vagina. I, in the meantime, was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm cotton knickers wrapped around my cock. ‘I’m going to cum!’ I cried out. ‘Then so am I,’ she replied and worked a little more frantically at her pussy. I came spurting, so it seemed, load upon load of spunk into her knickers. Wendy, in the meantime, was experiencing quite a sensational orgasm too. After I finished cumming she took her knickers from me and examined them carefully. ‘Wow!,’ she said, ‘that was quite a cum from you.’ And, so saying, she started to suck some of the globules of spunk that hadn’t, as yet, soaked into the lovely navy blue material. And, I’d swear, she gave an apparent involuntary shiver as she orgasmed again! Certainly, her ‘love’ school knickers must have meant that getting offered a part in a film (or two films as it happened) and having to wear them must have been heaven sent for her. As far as I was concerned I couldn’t help but feel that I was the lucky one — finding myself in the right place at the right time — when I met her on that film set those few years ago. It also explained how much she enjoyed seeing me cum on her knickers, wank myself or have her wank me in them or on them. Furthermore, I could understand why she seemed to take extra delight in examining my spunk on her knickers. So many of our sex sessions were based on masturbation and, more often than not, resulted in the staining of her knickers that I can only assume it acted as a trigger to that incident, at her school, all those years ago.

Wendy and I never needed to invite anybody else into our very passionate and fulfilling sex life but on one occasion we broke that rule. As I’ve mentioned, Wendy was and actor and has had a number of minor roles over the years since I met her at a film studio in the 1960s. She had formed a number of friendships with some of the other girls she acted alongside. In particular two other girls (ladies now really), Emma and Maggie, who had regularly met up with Wendy for a few drinks and a good chat. As it was getting towards their tenth anniversary (since they first met) they decided to meet up dressed in the costumes they wore for the film - gymslip, white blouse, tie, stockings and suspenders. Wendy, said to me that rather than meet up in a pub, and no doubt attract the wrong sort of attention, they thought it would be good idea to meet up at one of their homes. She then asked if that could be in our house? Would that be ok? I didn’t foresee any problem at all so gave them the go ahead. It was on a Saturday a few weeks later when Wendy came downstairs, in the early afternoon, dressed in her uniform and, I’m sure, wearing her favourite navy blue knickers. A fact that was confirmed when she embraced me, took my hand and, placing under the skirt of her gymslip, encouraged me to fondle her pussy through her knicks. ‘I’m feeling unbelievably horny my darling,’ she said. ‘I’ve had to have a wank as soon as put my knickers on. I wonder if Maggie and Emma feel the same?’ ‘I would doubt it,’ I said ‘I seriously doubt that anybody gets a horny as you do when you dress up. But if you’re really feeling that way at the moment why don’t I slip my hands down your knickers and give you a little wank?’. Within seconds Wendy had her gymslip lifted and her knickers fully exposed. Moistening my fingers I started to slide my hand down inside the front of her knickers. Her pussy was was quite hot to the touch, was very, very swollen whilst also extremely wet! I started to wank her very gently. Manipulating my fingers in and out of her pussy and circling her fully engorged clit. She was so worked up that she came very, very quickly with a very audible gasp. She fell against me. ‘That was lovely, darling. Think I needed it too. And I think judging by what I could feel nudging against my backside I think you quite enjoyed it too. I promise I’ll sort you out later,’ giving my very stiff cock a gently squeeze. We’d only just got ourselves ‘sorted out’, Wendy to calm her racing heart me to deflate my cock, when the doorbell rang. Wendy went and greeted her guests, Emma and Maggie (who I’d met once or twice before) and invited them to take a seat in our front room, The two ladies took off their coats, gave them to me to hang up for them, and revealed that they were indeed dressed exactly like Wendy in their ‘school uniform film costumes’. Wendy, thanked them for coming and said it was lovely to reminisce about how they’d all got together ten years ago on that film set. With wine and glasses on the coffee table I left them to get on with their shared memories. About an hour later Wendy called me and asked me to bring through another bottle of wine and a couple of trays of ‘nibbles’. I did so and found the three ladies a little ‘merry’ shall we say. If anything it had lowered their inhibitions and they were merrily talking about the film they’d made together and the effect that swanning around as ‘schoolgirls’ in their school uniforms had on the film crew who, according to Emma, were constantly trying to look up their skirts to look at their navy blue knickers! I was just about to leave when Wendy said said, ‘Just stay for a little while longer, darling. You may enjoy our conversation. I was telling the girls how we met on the set and how, through me, you had developed quite an ‘interest’ in school knickers. Over the years we’ve had a tremendous sex life often based on or around me in various school knickers.’ I was starting to feel very embarrassed with them all talking like this. But I put it down to the wine talking. Wendy, after refreshing their glasses, came and and sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting on and, I don’t know how she did it but she sort of trapped my hand under her gymslip so that I got a lovely handful of pussy enclosed in navy blue knickers. ‘Have either of you two had any experiences with wearing school knickers or school uniform?’ Wendy asked. Emma spoke first. ‘Yes, I have to admit, I have,’ she said. ‘I once returned home earlier than expected and found my husband wanking away with my old school knickers with the DVD of our film on the TV and watching the bit where we were all running around in just our knickers! I said to him that I never knew he was into schoolgirl’s uniforms and school knickers and he confessed that he was, he knew I had some knickers around the house and often fantasised about me in uniform wearing my school knickers. Well, to cut a long story short we had the most fantastic sex session after that. We fucked, sucked, licked and wanked each other for hours. It was brilliant and we still manage a few similar sessions every so often.’ Wendy squirmed on my hand a little so she had her pussy more directly being touched by it. She started to very gently rub her be-knickered pussy a little harder against my fingers and hand. Emma, meanwhile, continued her story, ‘As a matter of interest the knickers I’m wearing now are the very knickers I wear when we’re ‘playing’.’ And she lifted up her gymslip and did a little spin around to show us all her lovely navy blue knickers. ‘I also have to admit that,’ she added, ‘I had to have a wank in them this morning as I got ready to come here because the association with amazing sex is just so attached to wearing these knicks.’ Wendy squirmed a little more and I could tell she was definitely getting-off on my hand! Maggie then joined in.’I can’t say I’ve had such an experience as Em has had. It sounds fabulous I have to say. But I do like to dress up in my knickers and others I bought since for a really good wank most days. I just love the way my cum juices spray out into the gusset and stain them. Funnily enough before I came here I also felt I needed a good bit of masturbation. So I’m probably a bit stained down there now, because once I started I couldn’t stop!!’ And so saying she got up, lifted her gymslip and let us all examine her navy knickers. They were certainly very wet round her pussy. Wendy squirmed some more. Perhaps a little more frenetically. I, on the other hand had developed quite a hard-on listening and watching the three ladies. Emma asked, ‘ You were wearing your school uniform when you met weren’t you? Tell us about how you two happened to meet and what went on in the caravan while we were working away elsewhere?’ ‘Well,’ said Wendy, ‘I won’t go into full details but I will say this, that the amount of spunk and distance it travelled as I worked on his cock was just amazing. I love to watch a cock spunking but this was truly spectacular.’ ‘I’d have loved to see that. Wow! So, how did you do it? Did you just rub his cock with your hand? asked Maggie. My memory of the event was still so very strongly imprinted on my mind that my cock continued to grow inside my trousers. ‘Not quite,' replied Wendy, ‘First of all he rubbed my pussy for a while and I had the most amazing cum then I … well, why don’t I show you?’ ‘What!’ I said.’ I don’t think so.’ ‘But darling I said I owed you a big cum after you wanked me off before. And I’m sure Em and Mags would love to see you cock spurting. Wouldn’t you, girls?’ She now had her hand firmly on my cock as she said this. ‘Yes I’d love to see that. Yes please,’ both girls said together. I was still very apprehensive about this and worried that I was unlikely to be able to ‘perform’ in the circumstances but Wendy was totally undaunted and so she stood me up and started to unbutton trousers and as she pulled down my underpants and made me step out of them my fully engorged cock stood proudly, and embarrassingly, to attention. She turned me slightly towards her two guests. ’Wow! said both ladies, ‘look at that. What a beautiful cock.’ ‘I warn you,’ said Wendy, ‘He can tend to spurt his spunk some distance so stand by.’ I was very flattered with the ‘promotion’ of my ‘skills’ and the flattering response to seeing my cock but I still had serious doubts I’d be able to ‘perform’ in front of an audience. But I’d reckoned without Wendy! She started on my cock kneeling in front of me. Initially, a gentle stroking then a little sucking I was starting to concentrate more on the feeling in my cock than on the general situation. By and large my eyes were closed as I homed in, mentally, on the feeling emanating from my cock but I did open them briefly and I could see the two ladies rather busy themselves. Emma had her gymslip pulled up to her waist and her hand was down the front of her navy knickers obviously working away on her pussy. Maggie in the meantime had lifted he gymslip and pulled her knickers down to her thighs. She too was stroking her pussy. Quite vigorously in her case! Wendy stopped, ‘Don’t worry darling I’ll be resume in a second I just want to take off my knickers.’ Taking up a position alongside me and reaching around slightly (I presume to give the ladies a better view) she resumed her wanking of me. This time with her lovely, warm and soft navy knickers wrapped around my cock. Almost teasingly she gently, yet firmly, pulled at my very rampant penis. I was getting very close and Wendy knew it. ‘Standby girls he’s about to blow.’ Squeezing my cock so as to almost halt the spunk she then let it go and, boy, did I blow. My spunk flew from my cock as Wendy milked it hard. I heard a gasp and moan as one of the ladies climaxed (Wendy found out, at a subsequent meeting of the three of them, that some of my spunk had hit Emma on her thigh and on the front of her knickers and which, in turn, had brought her to her masturbatory climax). Still spurting a little Wendy leant round me and started sucking up the last of my semen. Another gasp and another orgasm happened somewhere in the room. I was spent. As were two ladies elsewhere in the room. ‘Well,’ said Wendy, ‘I told you.’ ‘That was absolutely spectacular, Wendy, I have never seen anything like it in my life. You’re a very lucky lady. You really are so much on the same sexual wavelength, the pair of you, that I not surprised you have such amazing sex sessions,’ said Emma. Both ladies hadn’t moved from there orgasmic positions yet. Both had the hems of their gymslips still up around their waists with Emma’s knickers still in full view and Maggie’s knickers still round her thighs and her pussy (another bald one!) exposed and looking a little pink. Gradually, we all made ourselves decent again. We all sat there for a while longer and finished our wine as if nothing had ever happened. They both left about half an hour later. As we said goodbye to them Maggie said to me, ‘Thank you for a magic afternoon. Guess we’ll see you again in ten years time!’ Wendy laughed. I didn’t have a clue whether she meant it or not. As I gave Wendy the good fucking she was ‘desperate’ for shortly after the ladies left she let me into a little secret. It wasn’t, as I thought, a spontaneous event but one they had been planning for some time. Wendy had mentioned how we’d met and what we’d done, how I’d impressed her with my cock and spunking and they all worked out a way to see it for themselves. Cheeky but I’m not complaining. Wendy’s knowledge of how to get the best amount of spunk from me dated back to before our marriage. Her flatmates, Emma and Maggie, had both gone home one weekend so Wendy had the place to herself. I was round bright and early to see her on the Saturday morning to be informed that her vagina was off limits for a few days ‘But my clit is still available. However, I really want to take the opportunity to carry out a little experiment,’ she told me. I was intrigued. She explained, ‘I’ve tried a few different ways to wank you off but I’ve never really compared how much spunk comes out. So, over the next couple of days, I’d like to try three of my favourite ways of wanking you. By hand, by mouth or by rubbing you with my school knickers. You ok with that?’ ‘Yes, definitely,’ I replied. ‘Right. Off with your trousers and underpants. And remember, this is my experiment so what I decide in the end is to be regarded as the official result!’ Stripped and ready for action my circumsised cock was already half erect with the thought of what was ahead of me. Wendy told me to lay on the bed and very gently, as she always did, she took my cock in her hands and started to stroke it. It didn’t take me long to be fully erect. Soon very red, with an fully engorged purple end Wendy continued to concentrate both on my shaft, my frenulum and my glans. Her hands being soft and dry were giving me so much pleasure that it wasn’t long until I started to spurt on to my chest and tummy. While still working the spunk out of cock Wendy took careful note of how much spunk I’d produced before licking it all up, holding in her mouth for a little while before swallowing it. “Very impressive, Jamie. Well done you,’ she said. ‘No, well done you,’ I replied. ‘Now, if you’ll just return the compliment by rubbing my clit till I come that would be lovely.’ she asked. I did as I was told and a lovely orgasm ensued. We went out for much of the day, shopping, eating a meal together and visiting a local art gallery. When we returned Wendy said, ‘Now for wank number two. Think I’ll suck you off this time. Strip off for me again, darling.’ Again laying on the bed. Wendy gave my penis a little stroke to get it going then bent over the bed and took my, by now, erect cock in her mouth. She worked her mouth and tongue gorgeously over my extremely rampant cock. Again playing with my frenulum, nibbling it then sucking and then my glans. In no time at all I said, ‘I’m going to cum, darling.’ Wendy, started to rub my shaft whist sucking the end of my cock and I began unloading my second load of spunk into her mouth this time. When I’d finished Wendy again held all my semen in her mouth as if measuring the amount then swallowed it once more. ‘Mmmm, very nice,’ she said. After reciprocating once more by giving her clitoris my undivided attention I went home with the promise I’d be back in the morning to let her complete her ‘experiment’! When I returned the next morning Wendy was well ready for me. Wearing a pair of maroon school knickers and a white, school blouse (with no bra!) she paraded around the flat for a little while before announcing that she’d like to have her cum first if that was ok. ‘Absolutely no problem,’ I remarked.’Then slip off your trousers and undies and snuggle in behind me,’ she said. I did. Snuggled right up against her my, initially, flaccid, cock started to get rather excited rubbing, very gently as I moved a little, against Wendy’s gorgeous knickers and buttocks. Firstly, I slipped by hands up her front, under her blouse to play with and arouse her breasts and nipples. “Mmm, that feels good, darling,’ said Wendy. I wasn’t quite sure whether she meant the stimulation I was giving to her breasts or the stimulation she was giving to my, totally engorged cock. I slid my hands down from her breasts and quickly licking my fingers whilst gently, holding her knickers slightly away from her body, worked my way down to her clit. Her pussy was extremely swollen and I asked her if she’d been getting ready for my visit with a little bit of masturbation? ‘I have to admit I have. But only the once!’ she replied. I worked my finger carefully around her very swollen and agitated clitoris. She started to writhe, then moan, then sort of collapsed against me as she orgasmed. After a little while she said, ’You’re certainly brilliant at getting me off my darling. That was simply gorgeous, Now what is it I can feel poking into my soft, maroon knickers? Let me have a look.’ Wendy turned round and said, ‘Oh, its a big, thick, very, very engorged cock! I think I’d better finish off my experiment on it straight away.’ She, turned round and, almost at the same time, removed her knickers. Wrapping them round my straining cock she started to gently rub the soft cotton material against my erection. Rubbing so slowly the effect was absolutely mind-blowingly erotic and I said to her, ‘Think I’m just about to come, darling.’ And cum I did! Once again my spunk shot out of cock while Wendy continued to work her knickers against it. After she’d milked me to a stop she said, ’Oh dear, I forgot to catch your spunk in my mouth so I could measure how much this method produced! Damn. I guess we’ll have to do it all again next month!’ And we did try every month when she was otherwise unable to accommodate my cock in her pussy but we never managed to get a proper result funnily enough. It was fun trying though.

I was staring up at a bright light, surrounding by giggling. I'd just been tackled to the ground, and the next thing I knew, my arms were being handcuffed with foam velcro handcuffs and I was secured to a very hefty piece of furniture. "Make sure you get both his hands tight under there!" I heard Abby squeal. "I don't want him getting free and crying to mommy." I saw Cassie grin devilishly down at me, straddling my chest as she made sure my arms were wrapped around the leg of the giant metal case in the middle of the room. I couldn't help but notice her workout shorts riding up her thighs, flashing a touch of pink cotton from her panties. Even though I was nervous, I couldn't help but be a little aroused. Unfortunately, that would quickly pass as I realized the tortures these girls had in store for me... "Come on guys, please let me go... PLEASE! I know that... look, I know I messed up, but seriously, what are you doing?" I struggled wildly at the bindings that effortlessly held my upper body in place. I heard scraping across the carpet, and craned my neck upwards to see what was going on. I got a quick glimpse of Taylor sliding the futon towards my feet as Cassie slid forward a little bit, pressing her white cotton gym shorts into my face. I immediately noticed how potent she smelled. "Ooooh Bradly!" Cassie moaned in a sarcastically sexy tone, grinding down on me playfully. Then she giggled. "God, I bet I smell totally ripe!!" Taylor laughed. "Oh I KNOW I do! It was sooo hot out today." she said, trying to stifle her girlish giggle. I felt something at my feet and realized Abby was attaching the same kind of cuffs around my ankles and threading them through the futon frame. In a panic I started to shout but I was completely muffled by Cassie's sweaty crotch. I started to gasp for hair and thrash as hard as I could. Abby laughed. "Mm, I don't think you're going anywhere. Besides you know what happens if I tell mom what we found. Face it, there's no escape..." Maybe I should back up. This whole damn thing started because of my stupid friend Mark. It was the 4th of July and I decided to go hang out with him in the park and play some guitar, you know just hang out. Well next thing I know, we're at some dude's house and they're passing around a joint. So I thought "what the hell" and smoked some. And man, it was good shit. So I bought a $10 sack to enjoy later. It was getting pretty late, plus I was stoned and the people at this house were getting kinda crazy, so I decided to grab my guitar and bike home. My sister Abby is 18, and she had begged my parents to let her go to a party at her friend's house, so the last thing I expected as I headed down the stairs to the basement that we shared was her and her 2 volleyball barbie friends sitting on my futon playing my XBox. "Oh hell no! Move your butts out of here now. Come on. Go." I pointed towards my sister's half of the basement and sternly looked at Taylor and Cassie. Taylor was 18, 5'4" and had long light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and pale white skin. She had a super hot body for a 16 year old, big C cup perky tits, and I'd definitely noticed her before, if you know what I mean. Cassie was 15 and almost as hot, but there was something about her that was just so cute. She was blonde and always seemed kind of bratty to me. 5'2", slightly bigger ass than Taylor, nice perky tits, a little smaller than Taylor's, and tan skin. Abby was 5"6' and had strawberry blonde hair, all the guys thought she was gorgeous, but you know, I thought she was kinda ewgh. Well what do you expect, she's my sister! Cassie immediately jumped up and ran over to me, throwing her arms around me. "Hiii Brad!!! Happy 4th!" She giggled a little, and then I noticed her do something weird. She put her face against me chest and I heard her sniffing. "BRAD!! You smell like MARIJUANA!! Cassie oh my god, I think he's stoned!!" she jumped back and stared up into my eyes, an evil grin spreading over her face. Instantly, Abby sprung up and darted over to the door by the stairs and went rifling through my guitar bag. Sure enough, she found my $10 sack. "GOD DAMNIT MARK!" I thought to myself as I started to panic. "Okay, okay. It's okay. Just... I'll make her bed and do her laundry, she won't tell..." I continued rationalizing with myself. "Holy shit Brad! When mom finds out about this she's gonna KILL you!" "NO! Okay, look. This is fucked up. It's a one time thing, I just wanted to try it and it was all my friend's idea! Please don't tell mom... Come on! I'll do your chores and whatever else you want." She looked at me for a minute, and an evil smirk came over her face. "Uh oh..." I thought. "Anything...?" The way she asked gave me chills. "Uhh, ye.. yeah. Yes. Anything." I gulped silently as she casually strolled across the basement to my futon, sitting down in between Taylor and Cassie. She leaned into Taylor and whispered something to her. A look of pure shock came over her face and she shot a glance over at me, then stared at my sister. "Are you serious??" Then she kind of giggled, but through a look of slight concern. Cassie looked at Taylor, confusion on her face. Then Abby whispered something to her and she just started grinning ear to ear. "Oh HECK yes! I'm so down. Come on come on..." Then, as if in some twisted horror movie, they all slowly turned their gaze to me and just stared, as if sizing me up. "Okay. You're going to let us play your XBox." "Fine, play it!" I said, almost interrupting her. "Oh, we will. BUT, you also have to let us tie you down and make fun of you while we play." Her eyes glistened as she said it, and she narrowed her eyes a little at me, as if daring me to disagree. Honestly, it was kind of weird, but mom would seriously pitch a fit if she found this shit on me, so I agreed. Actually, I was expecting something much worse. I planned to just try and pass out once I was laying down. I sighed, and looked at my sister. "Fine..." Cassie and Abby squealed and jumped up, while Taylor stayed back at the futon. Cassie immediately started pulling on my arm and positioned me in the center of the basement and pushed both her hands down and against my chest, and I sat back on the floor. And that's pretty much were I think we came in. Now that you have the background story, let's continue on to what was the worst 4th of July of my entire life... I know I had agreed to this, and they had some serious dirt, but as Cassie laughed and shook her hips back and forth, bouncing my face between her thighs, I was starting to wish I'd made a different choice. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad, in fact it was kind of hot, except that this teenage girl smelled so potent, I almost got light headed just from the smell, let alone the lack of oxygen as she smothered me absentmindedly in her damp white cotton gym shorts. Finally after what felt like forever, she slid back and sat heavily on my chest, looking down at me. She placed her grey and pink sneakers on either side of my head and rested her chin on her knees. "Aww, he looks so cute down there!" Taylor came into view, standing over my head. She looked down at me, shaking her head a little. "Are we seriously going to do this?" "Oh come ON Kel, don't back out on us now!" Abby said in a condescending tone. "I'm not, I just... it seems kind of cruel, I mean we played two volleyball games today and it was like 100 degrees out, and we biked all over town and marched in the parade and just... also I haven't had a chance to shower in the last couple of days..." Cassie busted out laughing. "REALLY? Me either... I was thinking about that too, but doesn't that just make it even better??" Her eyes lit up as she viciously slid forward again and rubbed her crotch on my nose without warning. "MMMM, smell smell smell! Yummy yum yum!" She squealed in a girlish giggle, then settled down on my face for a few seconds. I don't know if she felt it, or planned it, or what, but my nose was literally pressed into her pussy lips and the smell was out of this world. I started to whimper and whine into her shorts and I heard her moan a little. "Ohh Bradly, it feels so good when you scream against my wet panties..." "Cassie!!" Abby laughed but sounded sounded shocked at the same time. "Come on, that's my brother... ew?" All three girls laughed and Cassie slid back off my face, sitting on my lower chest again. I started gasping for breath and saw my opportunity. I looked up at Cassie pitifully, still gaping. "Please.... please, no more, you just said you were gonna tie me up and play my XBox... I can't take this anymore. I'm sorry I don't mean to be mean, but.... christ, you STINK!" Cassie looked down at me, and I saw some pity come across her face. A ray of hope maybe...? "Brad. Bradley Bradley Bradley. You can't take any more? Silly boy. We haven't even BEGUN yet!" Then Taylor kneeled down next to my head. "You guys, he looks so pitiful tied up here, maybe we should just..." then she wrinkled her nose. "PEE YEW girl, you REEK!" she looked up at Cassie and immediately jumped up to her feet. "Oh shut up bratface, I bet you smell just as bad as me." Taylor looked down at me, and the mercy she was showing for me slowly changed into a smirk, then a grin, and finally she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Yeah, you guys are right... this is gonna be too fun..." My heart sank. My one hope. I'd always suspected Taylor had a crush on me, and I thought maybe she would save me from this god-awful predicament. I was wrong. Oh was I wrong. All this time I thought Cassie was a bitch, and it was Taylor who turned out to be the little brat from hell... "Oh, by the way, Abby didn't tell you one key part of your agreement to be tied up and let us play your XBox. While we play, we all get to take turns sitting on your face." She broke into a little giggle as she said the last words of the sentence. My eyes darted open wide and I started thrashing harder than ever before. "NOO! HELLLP! PLEASE NO, LET ME OUT!! HELLLLLLPPP!!!" Abby lunged forward and covered my mouth with her hands while Cassie grabbed the remote and cranked the volume on the TV up. "No one's going to help you little brother." Abby said through clenched teeth. "You're our little bitch. We're in the basement, the TVs on super loud, and mom is out at the Lyle's 4th of July BBQ. Remember last year? She got drunk and passed out there. I'm sure she won't be home anytime soon, and if she is, she's going straight to bed. Now quit screaming or I'll give you something to scream about." Then I felt a pressure on my balls and I realized she was squeezing them. I groaned in pain and looked up at her sadly, nodding my head to show that I understood. "Oooh, I wanna touch his balls..." Cassie said. Abby shot Cassie a dirty look and Cassie just giggled. Taylor looked down at me with eager, hungry-looking eyes. This was not going to be good... Abby slowly removed her hands from my mouth, making a soft cooing "shhhh" sound. "Hey, shouldn't we gag him? You know, to make sure he doesn't yell again, and... you know, to make *sure* he smells us... down there...?" I couldn't believe my ears. Sweet Taylor was turning on me! "Great idea Kel!" Cassie chirped. What should we use?" Taylor immediately shouted "dirty socks!" Abby giggled. "No no, I've got a bunch of dirty panties in my hamper." "No, it's gotta be fresh." Cassie said. "Either socks or panties, but they have to be off of one of us right now." The girls all hmmed and looked at each other curiously. "Well, I'm not wearing socks." Abby said. And I don't think my g-string is going to make a good gag." They all laughed as Abby kicked off her white tennis shoes and stretched her legs out, extending the bottoms of her grimy feet towards my face. Even a few feet away, they stunk something fierce, potent girl feet. "Ewww!! Jeez sweetie, your feet are STANK!" Cassie said, laughing as she saw my face twist up in reaction to the smell. I craned my head to the side and opened my mouth, trying to escape the smell. Taylor came trotting up with a chair and Abby sat down, scooting it up to place her feet right on my nose. "Quick, someone gag him already, his mouth is open!" "I can't take my panties off, I'm wearing a skirt!" Taylor said, frowning a little. Cassie laughed and looked down at me. "This doesn't look good for you. These are my gym panties, I've warn them six practice days in a row. I wore them home from the gym tonight after our last game so I could wash them for next week. I almost feel bad..." Taylor laughed, "Well it's either that or my socks, which were clean this morn... oh wait, no I have warn these for a couple of days... yuck, they're probably pretty disgusting by now." All three of them looked at each other for a minute. Then Taylor and Abby both said "Panties!!" at the same time. Cassie giggled and jumped up, running to the bathroom. "YAAY!" she came out a few seconds later holding her pink boy shorts. The crotch was all dark with wet stains and there were light brown blobs going from the lower crotch up to the ass. She held them out and showed them to me in detail, describing each sweat and brown stain carefully. Abby couldn't stop laughing, and she pinched my nose with her slick greasy toes. I started thrashing and Taylor came over, crouching down to hold my head still. After a few seconds, I opened my mouth to breathe and Cassie crammed her sick undies in, ass part first. My mouth was immediately filled with the stale, foul taste of unwashed girl sweat, cheap light perfume, potent crotch, and raunchy ass. I screamed into the rancid cotton, but before I even had two seconds to recover from the assault on my taste buds, Abby set her filthy feet back on my face, rubbing the ball of her foot and the curves of her stinky little toes back and forth under my nostrils. "smellllly feet, smelly feeet..." she sang cutely. I coughed and gagged into Cassie's pink putrid panties while all three girls grinned down and looked at me. Taylor disappeared and came back with her art bag, putting a few strips of duct tape over my mouth. "Don't spit it out, be a good boy and swallow your food." she cooed down at me, brushing my cheek with her soft fingertips. Her smile was so sweet that for a second I almost forgot that she was about to torture me mercilessly. "OKAY! Taylor, get the controllers. Who goes first?" Cassie leapt up before the sentence was finished. "ME, DUH!" My eyes locked on hers as she slowly stepped over me. She stood, facing my head and looked down at me. "I hope you're ready for this, Brad. As you can tell from my crusty undies," she giggled as she said those words, "I'm all cheesed up from volleyball and being out ALL DAY in the BAKING heat" she emphasized the words with a girlish whine, pouting down at me. "And I got all sweaty..." she frowned down at me, trying to hide a giggle, and finally she turned around and lowered her white, cotton ass towards my face. Knowing what her pussy smelled like, my heart started pounding out of my chest, and I screamed bloody murder into my crusty gag, but it didn't make any difference. Then it went black... Two soft, fuzzy, full-sized ass cheeks settled down on my trapped face. I heard grunting and then I felt the rough pressure of her weight as she scraped her ass back and forth on my face, trying to get comfortable... "no.... mmm, nope, a little... ooh, RIGHT there..." she stopped right as the tip of my nose sank into the center of her shorts and right up her buttcrack. She giggled. "His nose is actually UP my ass! Oh my god this is so awesome..." Taylor and Abby cheered as I sucked air in through my nose right out of my captor's sweaty, stinky little girl hole. It smelled indescribable. Tart and tainted, it twinged my nose hairs. Musty and so incredibly potent. The next thing I heard was Halo 3 unpausing. And suddenly it was as if I disappeared. The girls were squealing and talking to each other at hyper speed. Every few seconds Cassie would bounce up and down on my nose. She'd grind back and forth, smearing her butt smell all over my face. "I wanna take my shorts off..." Cassie whined. Abby thought for a minute, and then said "better keep them on, at least for now. In case someone walks down, plus that's kinda weird. He's my brother..." "But he's hot, and his nose is up my ass... I wanna feel him against my skin..." I could feel her start to shudder a little on top of me, and she slid back a little, leaning lower and pressing more of her pussy into my nose. Unbelievably, it smelled even stronger than it did 15 minutes ago. I could tell she was getting turned on by doing this to me. "I'm not comfortable with that Cassie, sorry. " I was so relieved to hear my sister say that. I didn't think I could take her bare ass on my nose. "Sniff my butt, loser!" She waited for a second. Then she pressed down hard into me and started grinding me so hard I thought my nose was going to rub off inside her ass crack. "I wanna hear BIG SNIFFS!!!" She started to sound angry and I knew she was serious. I wretched my stomach and clenched my eyes tight, forcing myself to take a deep, deep inhale through my nose. Just as I did, she leaned up just a tiny bit, allowing me full access to the air coming from her sweaty, funky ass and shorts. "That's a good boy. Smell my dirty ass, Bradley. Doesn't it smell soooo good?" She giggled, completely mocking me with her tone. "In and out, breathe in and out, mmm, smell it all up! Yeah, there you go..." I started to lose consciousness. Cassie would forget about me from time to time, and just sit full weight on my face. Every minute or two, she'd wriggle around and say "smell my stinky butt, Brad... smell smell smell, sniff it all up..." Finally I heard Taylor's soft little voice from somewhere above me, and the light slowly came back into my vision. Cassie lifted up onto her knees, hovering her big white ass a few inches from my face. "Mmm, that wasn't so bad, was it slave?" She asked in a sinister voice. Taylor sat backwards on my chest as Cassie moved off of me. She turned to look over her shoulder and smiled down at me. I stared straight up at her, making soft whimpering sounds into the soggy rancid panties in my mouth. "Aww, poor baby. I know, I know. Shhh... it'll be okay... I have a surprise for you..." Taylor was wearing a pink and white mini-skirt and matching pink and white bikini bottoms. She inched backwards, letting the flaps of her skirt fall over my face. Her butthole was pressing into my chin as she kept sliding up my face, settling down as my nose pressed deep into the soft, damp cotton of her panty-covered ass. "CHRIST! Don't these girls ever shower or change their underwear?" I thought. My nose was assaulted again by the foul, wet stench of pure girl ass. Taylor's ass was even ranker than Cassie's. It didn't really smell much different, just stronger. Quite a bit stronger. "God I can feel his nose in my soggy panties... maybe I should get up..." I felt the weight lift a little off my face and gasped in some air, coughing instantly on the thick stench of her strong girlish aroma. "NO NO! Sit down!" Abby shouted. "And watch out for this PLASMA GRENADE!" I heard an explosion on the TV and Taylor immediately sat full weight back down, squealing at my sister as I heard furious button mashing. After awhile, Taylor handed the controller off to Cassie. While they were kept occupied by the game, Taylor started showing me her evil side... The first thing she did was reach down under her skirt and pull her panties to the side, spreading her ass cheeks a little. I felt her giggle as she sat back down, mmming loudly as my nose slid deep into her slimy, naked ass crack! I immediately started thrashing and screaming as loud as I could. Taylor sat down harder and cooed at me, "shhhh, shhhh," as she expertly rode me, preventing me from bucking her off of my face. "What the hell, why is he struggling so much all of a sudden?" Abby asked, only half interested as she kept playing the game. I tried to scream, "HEYY HELP WAIT SHE TOOK OFF HER PANTIES!!!" but it came out "MMMPH mmmMMM MFFFFFRRR ANNMMMEEEEMMMS!!" Taylor reached forward and squeezed my balls. "SHUT UP BITCH BOY" she hissed, and she snapped back to look over her shoulder, pulling her skirt from my eyes to shoot me the most evil stare I've ever seen in my life. It was as if she said "don't say a fucking word or you're going to be so very sorry" all with her eyes. Then, she giggled a little and flipped the skirt back down over my face. Cassie was squealing about something on the game and Abby was cackling, while Taylor gently rocked back and forth on my nose, pressing it further and further up her sweaty sphincter. Then, she leaned forward a little, spread her ass cheeks a little wider, and let out a long, silent, hot fart right up my nose! I heard her mmming faintly, and she started giggling like crazy. "What's so funny?" Cassie asked. "Oh, nothing, his nose just tickles my buttcrack" she said, wrinkling her nose a little. Her hand flexed over my balls again, warning me that she would clamp down if I made any noise. The hot sulphur from her noxious gas made my eyes roll into the back of my head. I swear I felt my nose hairs burn a little bit. She wriggled back and forth and started singing "smell my stinky butt hole, smell my stinky buttttt hole, smell it smell it sniff sniff sniff, smell my stinky butttttt hole!" Then, I started feeling her little fingertips stroking my balls and my dick through my surf shorts. Despite the disgusting smell, I started to get a little hard. Her fingers felt really good on my dick, and she knew. As I got bigger in her hands, she started grinding me more. Then, she gripped around my half-hard dick tightly and slowly stroked all the way down, and then back all the way up. As I wondered if this was the first time she'd ever touched a dick, another hot fffffffffffffffffffft stream came squirting out of her pink puckered buttcrack. The tiny little blonde hairs tickled my nose as her hole puckered and relaxed. She sighed a little, laughing hard again and grinding the smell all up my nose. Abby and Cassie were completely battling it out on the video game, completely unaware that Taylor was sitting bare-assed on my face, farting over and over again up my nose and stroking my dick. As good as her hands felt, I quickly shriveled down as she farted a third time, and stroked harder and faster. "Oh no you don't..." I heard her say. "Huh?" Cassie asked. Taylor didn't reply, and Cassie didn't seem to notice. The next thing I knew, Taylor leaned forward and rested her cheek on my thigh in a 69 position. Her thighs came down over the sides of my head and her asshole spread open even wider. She inched down until she felt the tip of my nose bend up into her tight little ass. "Mmm... sniff my dirty little hole... SMELL IT!" she demanded. Cassie giggled. "Having fun Kel?" Taylor looked up sweetly at Cassie. "Mhmm!" She rested her cheek on my thigh, and I could feel her warm breath coming out in little puffs against my dick through the material. Then, I felt her lips kiss the head of my dick and her mouth opened to nibble on me a little bit. Instantly I began growing hard again, and I felt her giggle against my dick through my shorts. Then, I felt her clench up and heard her grunt a little, and she farted again, but this time loudly... "KELLY!!!" Abby paused the came and looked down at us. Taylor sat up fast, swallowing my nose in her sweaty gassy ass trap. "What...?" She asked innocently. Cassie cut in. "Did you just FART??" "Oh thank GOD! They finally realized what she was doing to me. Now they'll pull her off, and maybe even let me go..." I thought to myself. I tried to hold my breath until it was all over. "Uhmmm... maybe..?" Taylor replied, cautiously. "Oh my god, I wanna do that!!!!" Cassie squealed. "ME FIRST!" Abby shouted. I heard scurrying and the next thing I knew, Taylor slid forward and my nose slipped out of her gooey little pucker hole, making a schlurp sound. She quickly reached back and repositioned her panties, unnoticed, glaring down at me with a satisfied little smirk. "Hey I've got an idea..." she said, staring me straight in the eyes. "Let's have a farting contest..." Abby smiled big down at me. "Well well, little bro. I've been waiting for this for a long time. You are in for such a treat." She turned around and pulled down her volleyball shorts just a little, exposing her blue thong straps and the top of her ass crack. Then she bent over and slowly lowered her ass down, taking care to make sure my nose pressed into the bare skin of her upper ass crack, inching up and down, smearing her grubby ass sweat all over my nostrils. Then, she slid down and pushed my nose into the thin material of her shorts. The smell made me light-headed. It wasn't as bad as Taylor's bare ass, but it was very different. I wasn't used to it, and it was super potent. Then, she started grinding back and forth a little until she felt my nose slip deep into her dirty buttcrack. "Ooh, there we go. Mm that feels good... ready position!" Taylor giggled, looking down at me as I stared up at Abby's strawberry blonde hair flowing down her curved back. "Fire in the hole!" My eyes went wide and I yelped as she farted.... blappppttfffrrrrrrrrfffffffffffffff!! I started twitching as Abby grunted and giggled. As I thrashed she reached back and grabbed my hair. "NOO! Keep your nose up my ass and sniff my nasty fart you little bitch!" Taylor again grabbed my balls and squeezed gently, but enough to make me know she meant business. Cassie covered her nose. "I give it a 7, but only because of the stink. Mine will be way bigger!" Abby strained again. "Just wait..." I held my breath in anticipation. I think Abby figured it out. She made fake grunting sounds and said, "almost, almost... almost.... oooh, oh god, I feel so sorry for you brother, I wouldn't even make my CHAIR endure this one..." as I held my breathe, I started to see stars and my lungs ached. Just as I couldn't take it anymore, a long hot burst of steamy rancid air came firing out of Abby's cute little butthole and she lifted off my face just a tiny bit, allowing me to gasp in and out and in and out over and over again, sputtering and coughing into my gagged mouth. "Holy CHRIST, that was SO RANK, oh my god... what if he pukes all over my panties??" Cassie said laughing. Taylor just giggled softly, covering her nose. "He definitely will after I'm done with him..." The smell was ungodly. So overpowering. Like sour milk and rancid laundry and rotten eggs, but worse. Mixed with the strong smell of my sister's volleyball shorts. Waves of nausea started washing over me and I think I started having spasms underneath Abby's disgusting ass. Tears welled up in my burning eyes, and I started shuddering a little. Abby lifted herself off me just a little bit. "Oh my gosh, Abby... he's crying..." Taylor said, looking down at my teary eyes, and she stuck out her bottom lip, pouting down at me. "Poor wittle Brad.... I can't stand to see a grown man cry..." For a second I again thought Taylor would save me. She reached down towards my face, and I pleaded up at her with my eyes. Then her hands rested on Abby's waist and she guided her big soft ass back down on my face, positioning her crack right over my nose, and then pushed her down hard into me. "That's better!" I heard Taylor's all-too-familiar evil little giggle again, and my sister started wriggling back and forth on my face, laughing. Then I felt her lean forward, and she grunted and groaned a little bit. A soft little poooft came out of her ass, and I tried to hold my breath again. "Oh no you don't!!" Cassie noticed my chest wasn't moving and she pressed down hard on my stomach, forcing all the air out of my lungs and making me breathe in as the thick haze of Abby's tepid asshole gas collected in her gym shorts. I immediately gasped in and started twitching again, screaming and whimpering loudly into Cassie's dirty panties. I fought back the strong urge I had to vomit, and I knew if I did I'd just have to swallow it, and that thought almost made me actually vomit yet again. Just when I was about to lose it, suddenly Abby tumbled off my face. Cassie had pushed her off. "Okay. My turn!!!" Abby laughed and agreed, grumbling playfully. Cassie's menacing face came into view as she crawled over to me on her hands and knees, biting her lower lip a little bit. She giggled in a sexy tone and pressed her lips to my ears, whispering angrily, "If I catch you trying to avoid my delicious fart gas, you're going to be very, very sorry..." My eyes went wide and I nodded a little, whimpering softly. Then she popped up with a big grin on her face. "Sooo, Bradley. Were Abby's farts pretty bad?" I immediately started shaking my head "yes" violently, trying again to beg these twisted girls to let me go but to no avail. Abby just giggled and rubbed her stomach. "What can I say. I'm a lil bit gassy!" "Well if you thought hers were bad, you just wait! I hope you're ready for this. My farts are famous for clearing out entire...." she stopped in mid-sentence and all of a sudden quickly climbed onto my chest, swirling around to face my feet. "Oh gosh, it's starting!" I watched as Taylor and Abby plugged their noses, laughing, just as the full round ass cheeks and the indent of her terrifying ass crack in her white shorts came over me, blacking out everything. She pressed her hands down into my chest and I felt her lift up just a little bit, as my nose sunk into the center of her crack. She rubbed her hands a little up and down over my chest, bucking my face and grunting a little. Bffffffrrrrrappppppttttt fffffffooo sffffft ffffffffffrrrrrrrrppptttapppapppp sssssssss. Right in the middle of her insanely huge fart, all three girls started giggling hysterically. As my vision went white, my stomach lurched and I screamed as loud as I could up into her sweaty, meaty ass. I threw up just a little in my mouth and forced it down, thrashing hopelessly. The smell was so foul I would have rather died. Cassie started coughing and gagging. "Oh my gosh.... Bradly.... oh wow, I'm so sorry about that...." she could barely get her words out she was laughing so hard. I could tell by her tone that she was plugging her nose, too. Then, she viciously shook her ass right on my face. "Mmm, that's right, get your nose right up my dirty, stinky little hole... SNIFF IT ALLLLLL UPP fartface!!" she hissed wickedly. Then without warning, she farted again! This one lasted almost 8 seconds and was very quiet, just a soft hiss. I didn't think it was possible, but this one was easily twice as bad as her first one. I gagged and yacked up again into my gag a little, shuddering down my spine as I swallowed the vomit and was reminded of Cassie's nasty sweaty panties in my mouth again. frrrrrappt, brrrappt. ffffffft, phhhhrrrrrrraaap, rrrrrrrrrrrrrtt, ffffffffffff.... They just didn't stop. Wave after wave of rancid, cheesy butt air forced its way up my nostrils. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my arms started flailing weakly, and suddenly my breathing became labored. I don't know how long I was under there, but I was brought to the brink of blacking out again and again, before Cassie finally slid up and dropped her soft bouncy ass right on my chest. "Ooomph, uhhh... mmmmm, nooo more... mmmmphhh... ahhhhrrrmmmmm!!!" I pleaded and begged into my gag. My eyes burned and my face was bright red from the constant rubbing and sweat. Taylor looked down at me with a hungry look, biting her lip a little bit and mming softly. "Cassie's definitely winning so far!" I heard Abby say. "YESSS!" Cassie started doing a little victory dance, still sitting on my chest. Then all of a sudden she shoved her ass back up to my face, and I felt my nose slip into the crevice between her ass and pussy. She leaned forward, grinding my nose right into her pussy, and I could feel how dripping wet she was. She rubbed it back and forth on my nose a few times and then farted one more time, laughing. "Mmm mmm MMMMM, doesn't that smell so yummy!!" she mocked me. Then she hopped up quickly and skipped over to the futon. I could see her pulling her shorts out of her ass crack, frowning. "Ugh. His nose gave me a wedgie!" Taylor sat down on my stomach and leaned down, stopping with her face just an inch from mine. She reached her hand down under her skirt and lifted herself up just a little bit for a second. Then she brought her hand out and stuck two fingers under my nose. She wrinkled her nose and looked wickedly straight into my eyes. "Ewwwy, my butt is all slimy! Here, smell it..." I realized that she'd rubbed her fingers in her ass crack and was now making me smell it. Abby cracked up. "Kellllly, ewww that's nasty!!" Cassie giggled. "Yeah. Good thing we're keeping our panties on, huh Brad??" Taylor glared down at me, grinning and hissed, "Yeah, good thing, HUH Brad?" Her eyes twinkled viciously down at me. I tried to scream "NOOO, KELLY PULLS HER UNDERWEAR TO THE SIDE, DON'T LET HER SIT ON ME AGAIN!!!" but it just came out as one long muffle. Taylor's eyes narrowed a little as she leaned down and growled into my ear, "They can't understand you. Now, I hope you're ready for me to wipe my sticky, slimy, stinky bare butthole all over your cute little nose..." she tapped me on the nose affectionately as she said the word "nose" and smiled sweetly down at me. Her look of innocence was almost believable, even by me. "I don't know guys, my ass is really grimy and I had that indian food for lunch..." she looked down at me again, slyly smirking, as if to say "you're fucking dead..." but still trying to act sweet. They were totally buying it. My heart sank even more. "Come on Kel Kel, smother that little bitch and make him smell your farts. You started this!" Abby said. Taylor laughed a little. "I know, but..." "NO butts. Except yours. On his face. Now!" Cassie said. They all started giggling. My eyes went wide as Taylor slid up, her crotch pushing into my chin. Her skirt flipped down over my forehead and she settled down as my nose pressed hard into the rancid, moist crotch of her panties. Then she slid around slowly, as my nose spun around, staying up inside her wet and incredibly smelly twat. As she faced my feet, she slid down a little and my nose slipped into the crack between her ass and her pussy. I squirmed a little and whimpered up into her as the smell just got worse, and I knew soon my nose would be up her ass crack. "Ooh, you weren't kidding Cassie! I've got a serious wedgie!" Taylor's hand came up under her skirt, and she lifted up a little, wriggling. Then, she pulled her panties completely to the side and slowly started lowering her naked ass onto my face... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MMMPH, MMMMM AHHHHHKKKRRRMMMM!!!" I wildly thrashed and screamed. Immediately, Abby sat down on my legs and grabbed my balls. Cassie started laughing. "Damn Kel, why does he thrash so much whenever you sit on him?" Taylor giggled. "I don't know, I'm just super rank I guess!" She said sweetly as she slid back and forth, working my nose into her greasy, slimy asshole. The smell was absolutely nauseating, and the feeling was so disgusting. "Is that it, Brad? Is my stinky little butt too much for you? Aww... well too bad... SNIFF IT!" Taylor commanded, giggling cutely. I was so disgusted by the thought of my nose up her sweaty, gooey ass that I forgot they were having a farting contest. However, I was quickly reminded. I was already nearing the point of puking when all of a sudden, I heard Taylor start grunting. I never knew a cute sound could be so terrifying. She grunted and grunted, and I could feel her asshole puckering and releasing as it pulled and squeezed at my nose. A tiny little bit of wetness spurted out of her ass and sprayed into my nostrils. I could only hope it was sweat and not shit, but the smell suddenly got about ten times worse. It wasn't just musty ass and sweat anymore. It was potent unwashed teen girl ass mixed with the smell of pure shit. I shuddered and squirmed hard again, screaming, but Abby quickly squeezed my balls. "GOD if only they knew what Taylor was DOING to me..." I thought. "Maybe if I could push her off of me, she'd fall over and they'd see her undies pushed to the side..." I only had one chance, so I laid still for a minute, trying to regain all of my strength. Taylor took this opportunity to grind down on my face harder and push again, this time letting out a huge, loud FRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAABBBBBTT!!! fart right in my face. She let out an evil cackle and wiggled her butt from side to side, laughing and singing "my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack!!" over and over again and the girls joined in, giggling along. I threw up a little in my mouth, and forced it back down, tears welling up in my eyes against Taylor's bare ass cheeks. As the smell very slowly dissipated, I saw my chance... I thrashed up, craning my neck and pushing up against Taylor with all my force. She started to fall off to the side a little bit, but suddenly I felt enormous pressure on my balls and I went limp just in time for Taylor to right herself up. "WHAT THE HECK?!?" she spun around on my face again, pulling her panties to the side, and scooted up as my nose completely slid into her sopping wet, naked pussy. Her juice filled my nostrils and I immediately started thrashing again, as I inhaled her sweaty pussy juice, snorting it through my nose and down into my throat. I could actually taste her sharp, cheesy pussy. It was like fishy, vinegary body order and bittersweet girl cum. I started to panic as she kept my nose centered deep inside her spongy, wet little pussy. Then the fabric of her skirt was pulled back a little and I saw her sparkling blue eyes glaring down at me. She pressed harder and tightened her legs around me, scowling down at me. "If you ever try that again, I'm going to *kill* you, you little shit..." the tone of her voice was so dark that I didn't even care about breathing for a second, I was just so terrified that I didn't move a muscle. Finally, she slid back just a little bit, her pussy resting on my taped mouth. I took this time to gasp in some fresh air, as my nose still bubbled her sweaty cum a little bit as I breathed out. Even now I was still snorting in her pussy juice. It was positively wretched. "Hey, I have an idea...." I heard Abby say with a mischievous grin. She disappeared over to my side of the basement and returned with my $10 sack and the sneak-a-toke pipe I had in my bag. My eyes went wide, and I thought she was going to tell mom about it. After all this torment and torture! That BITCH! But, then I realized she wasn't going to turn me in. She was going to smoke it! She ripped open the bag and loaded the bowl. "Who wants to smoke some weed?!" "Me!!" I heard Cassie exclaim. Taylor looked up at Abby nervously. "I've... never tried it." Cassie and Abby both gasped at the same time. "WHAT THE HECK? Seriously?!!" She shoved the pipe down towards Taylor. "You're gonna have so much fun!" "Oh. My. God. If these girls all get stoned, I could be here for hours... what if they forget about me, what if they smother me, what if mom finds me tied up and they're all stoned and they say the weed was mine?!" I started freaking out all over again, but there was nothing I could do in my current position. Taylor stared eagerly at the pipe, then looked down at me. "You are SO BAD, Brad!! Don't you ever try and push me off again." She banged on my balls with the pipe a few times and I winced in pain, yelping into my gag. Then, she spun around again so her back was facing me. As my vision was overtaken once again by darkness, Taylor reached down and slid her panties to the side once again. Her asshole swallowed my nose again, and I swear it was even slimier and sweatier than it was last time. "Hey, since Brad freaks out so much whenever Taylor's sitting on his face and he almost just knocked her off, it seems only fair that she gets to sit on him longer." Abby said. My blood ran cold... Taylor giggled and wriggled her butt on my face. "You hear that Brad? You get all night to get acquainted with my SMELLY ASS! Yayyyy!!" She viciously rocked back and forth, working my nose deeper and deeper up her greasy girl hole. Then I heard Cassie and Abby explain to Taylor how to hit the pipe, and she nervously went over it a few times. I started to drift a little bit, as the lack of oxygen and unbearable smell was getting to me. Then I heard a lighter flick, and the next thing I knew, Taylor started coughing and coughing and coughing, and as she did a couple of little farts spurted out right onto my nose, waking me up from my comatose state. They all started laughing, but Taylor just started having a hysterical fit, laughing and coughing so hard. "Oh my god... hahahahahahaha... I think... hahahaha.. oh god I think I farted while I was coughi- ffffffrrrtttabbbabbtabbt" she farted again as she laughed harder and harder, and all three girls totally lost it, falling over themselves and on top of me. Taylor slumped over a little bit, lifting the weight off my nose but keeping it tucked up snugly in her sweaty crack. The rank, fresh smell of her foul gas was still permeating her naked crack, and the smell seemed to linger forever, trapped underneath her skirt with my tortured face. Finally they all calmed down, and Taylor asked "I'm not sure if I feel anything. What am I supposed to feel?" Cassie giggled. "You're already feeling it, Kel. Take another hit." And she did. I don't know how long it went on, but the pipe was passed over and over as Taylor sat bare-assed on my buttslime-covered face. The smell seemed to intensify more and more, as the farts built up under her skirt and her dirty little asshole got sweatier and sweatier. I puked I don't know how many times, swallowing it and blacking out for a minute, only to wake up to the sound of three evil little girls laughing their stoned asses off and Taylor's sexy little ass farting again and again straight up my trapped nose. I gave up twitching, and I moaned now and again softly but I'm pretty sure they didn't even hear me. Finally I heard Cassie say "There's no more weed, man!" "Awwww! Damnit..." Taylor whimpered a little, nuzzling down into my face with her full ass cheeks, and she slumped over again, resting her head on my lap. Her warm breath again caressed my dick, and as she laid there, her ass was lifted enough that I could breath unsmothered, but I still had to smell her stale farts and dripping wet sweaty ass. As I inhaled greedily at the air, a few beads of sweat collected in her crack and dripped down, falling on the tip of my nose and even in my left nostril, dripping down my face. I shuddered a little at the thought, as her blonde little asshole hairs tickled my nose. I still couldn't see anything, but I felt her asshole pucker and release a few times, and I knew she was trying to fart again. "Please, just let this stop.... please, god, get me out of here..." I began pleading to no one in my mind. Taylor's hand non-chalantly fell over my dick softly, and she started squeezing and rubbing it a little. I grew a little harder, but then fuuuurrrrrrrrrrppppttt, she blew a hot, slow ass burner down all over my nose. I clenched my watering eyes shut and tried not to breathe for as long as I could, but with the tent-like skirt holding it captive, the smell had nowhere to go but into my lungs. "HEY! What are you doing??" I heard Cassie shout. Taylor immediately sat up and SLUUURP, my nose went right up inside her sticky stinky crack again. I started whimpering softly, as my breathing became labored and the feeling and smell started to send me into waves of nausea yet again. "I... what? Nothing... what do you mean?" Taylor asked, startled. I was willing to bet she was stroking my dick absentmindedly because she was stoned, and I could hear the worried tone in her voice. "You were... touching his penis!!" Abby exclaimed. "I was...?" Taylor asked blankly. Cassie just started giggling. "Haha... penis... hey, wait, I wanna touch his penis..." Then I felt two hands grab at my shorts and tug a little. "STOP IT!" Abby shouted. "That's gross! He's my BROTHER!" "You don't have to touch it, I just want to see it.... pleeeaaaaase??" Cassie pleaded with my sister. "Guys, wait, can I interrupt for a second?" It was Taylor. Abby and Cassie grew silent, waiting. FFFRRRRRRABBBBBTTTTTTTTUHHHHHSSSSSSSSSS!!!! "Ahhhhh. Mmm, okay, all better!" Taylor giggled and rubbed her stomach, doing the cha cha with her naked ass on my face. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm, MMM! Cha cha cha cha cha, CHA! Smell it up you lo-SER, sniff my stinky ass-HOLE, yummy yummy yumm-EE!" She enunciated the words with hard flicks of her waist, working my nose deeper and deeper into her tight shitter. "HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!" All three girls died laughing, and Taylor again slumped over on me, lifting up a little. I don't know if she realized it, but when she did that, it was almost worse than when she was sitting full-weight on me. Her asshole was spread but not pushing down on me, only surrounding my nose, plus all the farts under her skirt were still unbelievably potent. Unfortunately, I was short of air so I gasped breath after breath through my sore nose. "Kel, don't you wanna play with Brad's penis?" Taylor shifted uncomfortably on top of me a little bit. I started moaning "nooooo, please let me go..." up into her ass. "Well...." "GOD. Okay, FINE. You can see it, but only for a second!" Abby said. Cassie eagerly tugged my shorts down and as soon as my boxers were showing, I felt two more hands slide into them. They must have been Taylor's, because she leaned down and shifted up a little more. Then, the phone rang. I think all four of us were startled. "Oh please god please god let it be the police.. or mom... something, anything to get me OUT OF HERE!" I thought. Abby jumped up and ran across the room to answer it. "Oh HIII Greg!" She said in a flirtatious tone and giggled. "Happy 4th of July to you too baby!" I heard Cassie whisper "Okay we won't!" and I assume Abby signaled something to her. Then, I heard footsteps going up the stairs. Oh god. My sister had left me alone down here with these two savage, stoned dominatrixes... The next thing I knew, Taylor farted again, only barely giggling this time. It had become such a normal thing now that she almost didn't even notice. Then, my boxers started sliding down. I felt 10 little fingertips on my naked balls, and then another hand wrapped around my half-hard dick. "It's so sexy..." I heard Cassie say quietly. Taylor shifted again on my face a little. "I kind of want to... you know...." Cassie giggled a little bit. "What?" "I dunno, I just... I want to suck on it for a minute..." Cassie laughed quietly. "Yeah, me too... let's try it..." Then I felt hot breath near the head of my dick... I couldn't help it, I started to get a little more hard... and then two wet lips pressed themselves into me and I shuddered from the intensely good feeling. Despite my predicament, I almost forgot where I was and started to enjoy it. But then.... "KELLY!!!! OH MY FREAKIN GODDDDDD!!!" At first I thought my sister had come back down. But it was Cassie. She was standing behind Taylor, and while Taylor was putting her mouth around my dick, her ass had lifted up a little more and Cassie noticed her panties pushed to the side... "You little bitch!" she said through an evil giggle. "EWWW holy shit, his nose is all brown!! Have you been like this the whole time??" Taylor giggled, her lips still around my dick. "Mhmmm..." Then without warning Taylor went tumbling over to the side and I heard giggling as the two girls wrestled around for a minute. Finally I looked up to see Taylor crawling towards me with a sexy, hungry look on her face. She bit her lip and licked it a little as she crawled up over my legs and dangled her long, brown hair over my naked thighs and balls. Then, I saw Cassie come into my view, towering over me. She wriggled out of her white cotton shorts and stood directly over my face. "I hope my butt isn't too grimy for you!!" and she slowly lowered her ass down to my face. As she got lower, her asshole spread wider, and the tip of my nose brushed over her cheek as she centered herself on my face. Just as I started to smell her potent girl ass, I felt the intensely explosive sensation of a hot, wet mouth sliding down around my cock. I got a little harder in Taylor's mouth as Cassie started rocking her sweaty slime hole up and down my nose. Taylor took her mouth off of my dick and said "He's starting to get hard, but everytime I farted it got softer, so like don't fart or anything for a sec, I wanna see how hard I can make him with my mouth..." Just then, Cassie giggled and ffffffffffftttttttppptptpt. "Ooops. Sorry!" My dick shrunk down a little as Taylor whined. "NOOO!! Come on, please..." Cassie said, "You better start sucking girl. Let's see if my farts are better than your mouth!" They both giggled and immediately I felt Taylor go down on me again, sucking and swirling her tongue around my dick. Her fingers danced around the bottom of my shaft and balls as she slowly took more and more of me down her throat, making me grow and grow, slowly... She mmmed and giggled against my dick, sending pleasure waves down my spine. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I'm pretty sure this was her first blowjob, and since I couldn't say anything, all I could do was lay there and let her experiment. I screamed and squealed, moaned, and tried to tell her when it was too hard or I felt teeth, but all I could do was lay there while Cassie tormented me. "Does it feel good to have your dick sucked Brad? I bet it does. Too bad you won't be enjoying it tonight." As if on cue, right then she let out a huge SBD fart that stunk up the entire room, and I started coughing and spurting, grimacing and gagging up into her panties. She reached back and spread her cheeks open wider, moving her hips to grind her entire asshole up and down my nose, stopping in the center to push it in as deep as it would go. "Sniff my sexy ass, fartslave. Mmmmm... yeah.... that's a good boy..." she farted again, and again. "Sniff... snifffff... mmmm, SMELL IT!!!" she hissed in a quiet but stern tone. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started twitching from lack of oxygen and the sulfur in my brain. Then all of a sudden, my eyes shot open and I screamed as Taylor was scraping her teeth over the head of my dick. "I don't think he likes this..." she said, giggling as she did it again and again. "WAKE UP BRAD!!" I thrashed a little but with Cassie on my face and Taylor on my legs, I barely even moved. "But he does like this..." Then she slowly took the entire length of my erect dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue slowly in circles, and moved her mouth up and down, getting a little faster every time, pausing to suck hard on the head of my dick every once in awhile. "Mmmm god he tastes so good...." They stayed like this for about 30 minutes. Taylor would make me as hard as she could while Cassie rocked back and forth on my face, barraging me with wave after wave of naked ass gas. They giggled and competed with each other to make me harder and softer. It was the most insanely cruel torture imaginable. Finally, after what felt like days, I blacked out. I think they figured it out when I went limp (figuratively, and literally, if you know what I mean). I awoke to a light slap on the face. Taylor was straddling me, and I noticed my shorts were back on. Christ my dick was throbbing and sore, I'm sure it was bright red from Taylor's intense sucking. She beamed down at me, smiling brightly. "Hi there Braaaad!" She giggled and brushed the back of her hand on my cheek sweetly. "I missed you..." she made a pouty face and then she grinned a little. "Hey Kaileybannana, I've got a wicked idea." I saw Cassie's face hover over me, and she was wearing a content smirk. She was squirming back into her shorts. "Really? Tell me..." Her eyes gleamed down at me, and I quickly wished I was back in that dark place I'd escaped to earlier... Taylor sat back on my stomach and leaned forward, untying her laces and slipping off her old, stained grey running shoes. As she did, she placed her feet near my head and looked inside her shoe, wrinkling her nose and frowning. "These shoes are so disgusting..." she giggled and held the open end over my nose. I turned my head a little and she just giggled more and tossed the shoe to the side. "So, when Abby gets down here, I'm gonna tell her that I want to put my crusty socks in Brad's mouth." I made a slight groaning sound, and Taylor just shot me a smirk and immediately placed her yellow crunchy socks over my face and laughed. "Brad, shut the heck up!" She pressed down hard and the smell attacked me with a quickness. Sharp, vinegary, stale cheese popcorn, and a hint of something totally different and all-together pungent. This girl's feet were RANK. I thrashed my head a little and I felt a hand reach down and grip my balls. "BRAD. For FUCKS sake, do we have to go through this EVERY TIME? Now lie still and sniff my cheesy feet!" Cassie giggled. "Okay, so what's your idea?? Is that it, making him suck your socks? I love it." I saw her grinning down at me for half a second from underneath Taylor's grimy socked feet. The smell was so fresh and potent that my mouth started watering and my nose itched. "Oh nooo, that's just the beginning!" Taylor chimed. She started rubbing her sweaty feet slowly up and down my face, pausing at the balls of her feet and up under her toes because she saw that I lurched the most there. "So, I'll take the tape off his mouth, but then I'll say I wanna sit on his face without the tape on his mouth, and when I do..." she giggled a little and spread her feet apart, exposing me face, and wiggled her butt a little on my stomach. "I'm gonna pull my panties to the side and Bradley here is gonna stick his tongue up my filthy lil butthole and lick, lick, lick..." My eyes shot open wide and Cassie gasped and then was silent for a minute. I shook my head "NO NO NO!!!" and whimpered a little. Then Cassie laughed cautiously. "Kel, that's.... I mean your ass is so..." "Oh I know, I'm all stank and gooey down there. But... I've always wanted someone to lick me there, and... well, maybe you're right-" A worried look came over Taylor's face and I thought to myself "OH thank god..." But then Cassie quickly interrupted her. "No, NO come on, you have to do it... it's so... evil! And you gotta tell me how it feels..." Cassie said, trying to hold back a half-disgusted laugh. Taylor started to say something but then the girls turned to look at me as we all heard footsteps come racing down the stares. Taylor smirked at me a little and leaned down pressing her lips to my ear and growled, "And if I don't feel your tongue wiggling deep inside my sweaty butt the ENTIRE time, I'm gonna tape my nasty socks in your mouth, grind your nose into my dirty little crack and fart over and over again until you wish you were fucking dead." The way she said it turned my blood cold, and all I could do was look sadly up at her and nod a little. She hopped up and smiled sweetly at Cassie. "Showtime!" "Sorry guys, I had to talk to my baby for awhile. So how's it going down here, did you guys get your stupid penis fetish all-" Abby came into view and stopped, giggling a little. "You girls are up to something..." Cassie laughed. "Shut up..." I heard Abby sniff the air. "Eww, Taylor did you take your shoes off?" She cracked up and looked down bashfully. "Yes...." Cassie chimed in. "So Taylor had a great idea!" My eyes darted from girl to girl. Abby was the first one to look down at me. I whimpered a little and stared her deep in the eyes, shaking my head a little, as if to say "your friends are the devil, please please please let me up, I'm your brother and you should love me more than this, please..." She broke our stare quickly. "Mm, I like ideas..." I closed my eyes and started to cry again softly. Taylor then looked down as I opened my eyes, and she glared down at me. "STOP IT" she mouthed, and then quickly covered my face with her smelly feet again and started talking. "I wanted to... uhhmm, maybe make him suck on my crusty gym socks?" Abby grinned big. "Sounds good!" Oh god, it was starting... Taylor immediately swooped down on me and peeled the tape slowly from my mouth. She again leaned to my ear and hissed, "and if you say one god damn word when I remove this tape, I'll put it right back and Cassie and I will deny everything and the three of us will take turns practicing our soccer kicks on your balls. And I'm not even close to kidding. Trust me. YOU DON'T WANT THAT." She growled the last four words, and I knew she was serious. The tape was ripped off, and I almost said "oww" as I spit out Cassie's soaked underwear, but Taylor saw my mouth move and I quickly just made a light "mmm" sound. Cassie busted up laughing. "Oh my gosh, LOOK!" She picked up her undies and held them out. "They're like, clean!!" And it was true. The sweat stains and skid marks were all gone. I shuddered at the thought of knowing I had swallowed all of that... Abby cracked up. "Wow bro, you make a good washing machine. I'll have to try that sometime." Taylor giggled and then spun around. "HEY! So, can I sit on his face with his mouth untaped? I think I'll enjoy it more. With his mouth taped I keep worrying about smothering him and I feel bad knowing how bad I must smell, at least this way he can kind of breathe." She cracked up as she finished her sentence. God she was good. Her performance was almost believable. Abby flopped down on the futon and unpaused the game. "Whatever floats your boat. Just tape him up when you're done so I can make him smell my sweaty butt and fart all over his face." She said with a giggle, staring at the TV. Taylor glared viciously down at me, stepping over me and eyeballing me like a Lioness staring at her prey... "Come on Cassie, let's kill some alien scum!" Abby said. Cassie walked over to the futon, but kept her eye on me and Taylor. She wanted to watch, since she knew what was about to happen. Taylor sat down on my chest and looked over her shoulder down at me. She noticed Cassie watching, and she got up on her knees, inching backwards towards my face. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, and my eyes went wide as I could literally see her ass cheeks sticking together inside her crack from the sweat and girl goo coating her pale pink asshole and crack. "Oh please god, please no no no don't let this happen" I whispered to myself. It was just nice to be able to say something out loud, even if no one else could hear. Then, SNAP! She let go of her panties and they again hugged her plump ass cheeks together. Cassie heard the sound and giggled, but I guess Abby was completely engrossed in the game and didn't say anything. Then, without warning, Taylor made a squealing sound, yanked her panties to the side again and plopped straight down on my face. "Bonsai!!" she giggled, and Abby just chuckled, still staring at the TV. Cassie made a disgusted grimace for half a second as she watched Taylor's ass engulf my face and imagined what it must be like to have your nose sink deep into the spongy, rancid asshole of a sweaty, unwashed girl. For a second I just laid there. I couldn't bring myself to do what I knew I had to do... the part 2: For a second I just laid there. I couldn't bring myself to do what I knew I had to do... then, my heart started pounding as I felt Taylor grind her slimy crack down towards my lips. I could already taste her salty skin and the faint taste of her ass, which I knew all too well from smelling it all this time. "Okay Brad, are you read for this..." Taylor giggled and stopped with the top of her crack at my lips. After a few seconds had passed and I wasn't licking her ass, I felt the most intense pain of my entire life as she grabbed my balls and squeezed - HARD! I yelped and the tip of my tongue shot out of my mouth. I clenched my eyes shut and held my breath as I forced it out a little more, splitting her ass cheeks and working its way inside her rank, sweat-drenched crack. I heard her make a long low "Mmmmmmm" sound as I entered her. Abby laughed. "I told you this was fun, huh Kel?" Just then, Taylor's hands reached down, spreading her ass cheeks open, and she lurched forward, and before I knew it, my tongue sunk deep into the center of her salty, slimy brown hole... "Mmmmmm god.." Cassie's eyes shot open as she looked over at Taylor, mouthing the word "CAREFUL!" and putting her finger to her lips. Taylor giggled. "Yeah... it's so much fun..." Abby laughed and went back to her game, while Cassie mouthed "is he doing it??" Taylor's eyes rolled into the back of her head a little bit and she bit her lip, trying to hold back moans as my tongue probed deeper into her stinky asshole. "Mhmm" she replied to Cassie, biting her lip. Cassie's eyes sparkled as she thought about what it would feel like to have a tongue up her ass, especially while it was so filthy... Taylor showed no mercy. She grinded my tongue up and down her crack, moving painfully slowly, and if I wasn't constantly swirling it around, she pinched or squeezed my balls. The taste was unbearable. A couple of times I had to hold back my vomit, and my entire body would lurch. She would notice this and lift up just a little bit. "Mmm, good boy, you're a good boy... how are you enjoying my yummy ass?" Cassie gigged. "He better be enjoying it REALLY GOOD..." Taylor laughed and rubbed my stomach a little bit. "I know I'm pretty rank down there..." and with that she sat down again and waited for my tongue to enter her. But I couldn't do it... I clenched my lips shut and tried to choke down the taste of her overpowering girl ass. When I didn't start licking, she again squeezed my balls. I shot my tongue deep inside her ass, but she didn't stop squeezing! The pain was excruciating. I started screaming into her ass cheeks and tried as hard as I could to work my tongue in deeper. I actually could feel the tip of something inside her asshole, and it might have been a turd, but I was in too much pain to care. When I probed her as deep as I could go, she released the pressure a little bit but she kept a tight grip, and I felt her shift a little bit on top of me. "Wiggle, Brad..." Taylor said. I knew what she meant. I swallowed hard and forced myself to wiggle the tip of my tongue against the turd inside her butthole. As I did, fffffffffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaappppttptptptptptpbb bbrrrrrappafffffffsssssssss. A long, hot, steamy fart slipped out of her asshole and into my nose and mouth. As I felt her asshole expand to release the gas, it clenched up again as she finished it actually swallowed my tongue, sucking it deeper into her hole. She immediately let out a loud mmming moan... "mmmm, eat my fart, Brad...." Cassie and Abby both cracked up hard, pausing the game and covering there noses. "Jeez Kel, did that fart feel good or what?" Taylor blushed and sat back a little, mming and rocking back and forth on my tongue slowly as she reached up to straighten her hair. "Eww you guys, that was a wet one..." Cassie and Abby both made disgusted "awww, ewwwww" sounds and then had a giggle fit. I started coughing and sputtering as my tongue was showered with a thick bitter liquid, and I tried to pull it out of her ass. Immediately, she tightened her grip on my balls. "I said, WIGGLE, BRAD..." Cassie chimed in, "Yeah Brad, wiggle and choke on Taylor's ass gas!!" I yelped and shoved my tongue back inside her sticky, squirting asshole. She sighed happily and grunted, shooting another wet fart that washed over my tongue and went straight up into my nose, gagging me and coating my tongue in a thick shit spray that I was forced to swallow. "Ohh god, that one sounded juicy... poor Brad..." Cassie giggled. Taylor grunted and farted again, thankfully this one was dry, but it burned and still tasted like pure shit. This one had a more potent smell, not just like shit like the last two, but a strong sulfur and egg smell. It was wretched. I started gagging and couldn't help it, my tongue went into my mouth. I expected Taylor to squeeze my balls again and I clenched my eyes in anticipation of the pain as I choked down her fart spit. But she kept her hand lightly cupped around my balls. "Oh god, what's she doing..." I thought, as I heard her again start grunting. "Oh no..." she squealed. "What?" Abby and Cassie asked in unison. "This one's gonna be wet..." and just as she finished her sentence, BRAAAAAP!! A high pitched squeaker exploded in my face, covering my nose and mouth with brown liquid. Abby groaned as Taylor giggled. "Aww Bradley, sad for you..." Abby laughed. "At least you're not naked! EWWWW could you just imagine?" Cassie snuck a smirk at Taylor and Taylor laughed, wriggling her slimy butthole all over my face, absolutely covering me in her shit spray. "Oh yes! Good thing, HUH Brad?" Taylor said as she grinded her naked sweaty shitty asshole all over my face. Then, she resumed her position over my mouth. "My stinky butthole is all slimy. Wiggle around up inside my crack..." She clamped down on my balls again and I whimpered, sliding my tongue slowly between her shitty ass cheeks, sobbing softly. Abby laughed. "Damn Kel, you're really getting into this." Cassie giggled. "You have no idea..." as my tongue worked its way inside Taylor's ass, she moaned again softly and rocked side to side, swallowing my tongue deeper into her rancid spongy anus. "Deep breaths Brad..." she squeezed me again. "DEEPER..." she growled. I knew she meant my tongue, not my breathing. I forced it up inside her more and she twitched a little on my face, mmming. Cassie giggled. "Yeah Brad, come on you can do it deeper than that..." Taylor sat back, arching her back, forcing every single inch of my tongue as far as it would go. Cassie giggled as my deep rimming made her friend moan louder. The taste invaded my very being. Shit, sweat, thick gooey cheese-like gunk, I couldn't tell what it all was, but one thing was for sure. It tasted like pure funky girl ass and every time I thought I was starting to get her ass clean, I found more goo and cheese and sweat. If I tried to take a break or not taste her, she squeezed my balls and sat down hard on my face, not letting me breathe or releasing my balls until she felt my tongue start lashing around inside her tight anal cavity. She tightened her grip on my balls when I was as deep as I could get up her ass, and she said "Don't move..." Then she cut a hot, crispy fart right on my tongue. Then another one. Then a long hot silent one filtered up my nose. Finally, she squeaked out another wet sprayer. The combination of rotten eggs, fresh shit, rotten vegetables, sweat and pussy made my stomach lurch and I couldn't hold it anymore. I started gagging and heaving. "Oh my god, Taylor, I think he's gonna puke..." Taylor's panties snapped back and she hopped up as she shouted "Cassie GIVE ME YOUR PANTIES!!!" the panties flew at me and Taylor grabbed them. She smirked and quickly wiped the shit off my face before my sister saw, and then shoved them into my throat. I tried to scream "NO NO PLEASE LET ME.. GAHH UGH ULP GUUUHH... I HAVE TO THROW UP FIRST NOO WAIIT PLEAAMMMPPHHMMMMOOOONOOOOOOOO!!!!" she crammed them down my throat and put both hands hard over my mouth, staring straight down into my eyes. "Shhhhh, Brad. Just calm down." Right then I lurched and the puke came rushing up into my mouth. It hit Cassie's underwear and filled my mouth as Taylor tightened her grip on my mouth. "SWALLOW. DO IT NOW. You're *not* puking up my butt cheese." She glared down at me, piercing me with her devilish blue eyes. A satisfied smirk came over her lips as she saw me swallow hard, my eyes clenching shut and my body wretching under her. "Swallow it ALL..." she cooed down at me. I swallowed again and again, swallow after painful swallow, and slowly sucked the puke out of Cassie's panties. Abby was laughing so hard as she paused the game. "Okay. Enough being nice to the little brat. Let's tape his mouth up again, I have to fart!" All three of them giggled and Taylor took her hands off my mouth. I tried to spit out the soggy chunky undies. "EWWW" all three girls squealed. Cassie jumped up and grabbed one of Taylor's stiff crusty gym socks, flipped it inside out and balled it up, shoving the crusty toe end into my mouth. Taylor hopped up and ripped off a long pice of duct tape and slapped it over my mouth. I was so warn out and shocked from the act of swallowing my own puke I didn't have time to react or say a word, and before I knew it, I was staring up again at my sister's ass. She stopped halfway as she was crouching down. "Oooh god I have to fart..." she cackled and quickly threw down her shorts and dropped down onto my face, giggling as Cassie and Taylor both let out a loud gasp. Just as Abby got low enough that her asshole spread open and her thong went up her crack, she guided my nose right into her hole and grunted hard. frraaappapppbrappttttfffffsssssssssaaappaaapapapap ptt!! A long, hot, excruciating fart shot up my nostrils. I forgot how hard it was when your mouth was taped shut. Even though my tongue had been up Taylor's ass, her farts weren't nearly this bad, plus I could breathe through my mouth sometimes. Abby's farts could kill, I was sure of it. And Cassie and Taylor agreed. "Oh. my. goddddddddd. ERIKA! That is sooo RANK! And you're wearing a THONG!" Taylor exclaimed, giggling at Cassie. Abby responded by grunting again and farting twice as long, then grinding down hard to wipe her asshole up and down my nose. I was forced again to inhale the rotten egg/vegetable/sweaty girl cheese farts and pure unwashed hot-summer's-day ass of my sister, as she wriggled back and forth. She started singing "fart, fart, baby!" to the tune of that stupid vanilla ice song "ice ice, baby". All the girls chimed in and they all giggled and sang "fart, fart, baby, ding ding da da ding ding!" right after that Abby would grunt and strain and fart all over my face, over and over and over and over again. I didn't think anything could be worse than this. Waves of nausea washed over me and I blacked out I don't know how many times. Eventually I was woken up to light slaps on my face. I thought it might be over... but little did I know, the worst was yet to come...

As I mentioned in my previous stories my wife, Wendy, and I have enjoyed a very passionate sex life over the years. Wendy was always extremely inventive, uninhibited and extremely sexy. Through her I had developed a exciting interest of her in school knickers. She told be early in our relationship how she used to love wearing them both at home and at school which was, I believe, a little unusual among young ladies of her age. But she found them both warm, snug and sexy. Plus they were lovely to masturbate in she reckoned. And she should know! A number of incidents in our love life stand out some of which I’d like to relate to you. A couple of weeks after we met Wendy’s flatmates took a weekend off from filming (Wendy is an actress) and went home leaving Wendy with the ‘digs’ to herself. She invited me round for a few hours together on the Saturday. On arrival Wendy was in her dressing gown and said to me ‘You seem a bit overdressed.’ She promptly took off her gown and was totally naked. It was the first time I’d ever seen her that way and what a fantastic sight she was. With her firm, and quite large, breasts and her shaved pussy I had an almost immediate erection. ‘I think you’d better strip off quickly,’ she said, ‘because I’m desperate for a fuck!’. She helped me the undress, squeezing then sucking my cock till it was almost bursting. Laying down on her bed, Wendy, wasn’t quite in the mood for much foreplay and was sitting on my cock within moments. Rampant as she was it didn’t take her very long to reach, what I thought was, her first orgasm of the day. Riding my cock, manipulating it around inside her pussy she came spectacularly. Shaking and moaning she gradually let the orgasm subside. ‘Sorry darling,’ she said. ‘I’ve been thinking about fucking you for ages. I’ve already wanked myself in my navy school knickers three times before you arrived! But, here’s me being very selfish and not letting you cum. Yet! I’ve got a bit of a plan which you might quite like. Our sex life, so far, have used my school knickers to a very good effect, I think, they obviously arouse you and, as a consequence, also arouse me you may have noticed! I’ve got three pairs of knickers here. Three different colours; navy blue, bottle green and maroon which I want you to see you spunk on, one way or another, whilst you’re here.’ And so saying she took the three pairs of knickers from under her pillow. ‘I’ll model them for you and you can decide what order you ‘stain’ them in.’ She got off the bed and proceeded to slip into the first pair, the navy blue ones. ’These are the ones I’ve wanked in already today. Have a feel, especially in the pussy area.’ I did as I was told. Not only was the sight of them on her so exciting - and my very erect cock bore testament to that - but just feeling the lovely, soft material and in particular her very moist gusset was almost tipping me over the edge. ‘I don’t think I can hold myself back much longer,’ I told her. ‘Your cock does look so engorged, so red with your lovely purple glans so, so swollen I think we’d better see to you now!’ she replied. Laying down along side me on the bed she snuggled right into me gently rubbing her be-knickered lower body against me. She, again gently, took hold of my cock and began a very slow wank. As I already mentioned to her I was already pretty worked up and couldn’t hold back. Working my spurting cock against her navy knickers she watched, intently, all my cum spraying out. ‘I love to see you spurt, darling,’ she said. ‘That’s so lovely. That’s one pair dealt with. Two more to go. Getting up off the bed she asked if I’d like something to drink? She had a bottle of wine open so we both got ourselves a glass to drink all the while she parading around in her spunk (my spunk!) covered knickers. It was just so, so sexy. ‘OK,’ she said after a little while ‘I’ll give you a little time to get your breath back and build your spunk up again. In the meantime I’m going to change these sodden knickers for a different pair. I fancy putting on the maroon pair next. OK?’ ‘That’s fine.’ I replied. She looked so wonderful in the maroon knickers too. Tight, and full waisted, soft and sexy. ‘OK, its your turn to pleasure me for a while,’ she said. And so saying she positioned herself astride my head so her pussy, beautifully contained within her knickers, was right over my mouth. ‘Start licking me and gently chewing my pussy, darling,’ she instructed. As usual, it didn’t take her long to start writhing a little with the pure pleasure of it and when she pulled aside the leg of her knickers I was able to start licking her now exposed pussy. Her very swollen, open pussy. Wet and ready for another cum. Whilst I was working on Wendy’s pussy my cock had swollen to it’s full height. A situation not unnoticed by Wendy. As she got nearer her orgasm she began to shake as it began to take over. But Wendy had decided she didn’t want to be licked to a climax she wanted a cocky cum. She quickly changed position and slid down on my very welcoming cock. Her cum came almost immediately. She writhed, shook and moaned until she collapsed against me my cock still firmly embedded in her vagina. ‘Wow,’ she eventually said, ‘That was brilliant. But I think I need to go again. Sorry. But you might be ready for your second cum too. Yes?’ ‘I think I might. You’re just so, so sexy I just feel like cumming and cumming!’ I replied. With that, Wendy, started to move slowly on my impaled cock. Manipulating my cock inside her already pretty ravished pussy she was really enjoying the sensation. So was I! Slowly, ever so slowly Wendy rode my cock and I could feel us both nearing our orgasms. ‘Remember to take your cock out before you cum darling,’ she reminded me, having not taken any other precautions. Then, from her, the first shake as her orgasm started to overwhelm her. And she came! I wasn’t far behind. ‘I’m about to cum, Wendy,’ I told her as I slipped my cock out of warm and juicy pussy. Taking my cock in her hand she wanked me quickly and I came all over the front of her maroon knickers! We lay together with our arms around each other for a little while as our orgasms settled. ‘I think we need a bit of a break now. Do you?’ she asked. ‘A little bit of something to eat?’ ‘That would be good. She stood up and leaving her knickers on - still covered in my spunk - she simply put on a white school type blouse. She looked very, very erotic like that. Spunk covered maroon knicks with a blouse coming down to just below her waist. ‘I suppose I’d better put some clothes of too,’ I said. ‘Just put your jumper on so I can see your cock all the time,’ she suggested. So that’s what I did. For a short while we just sat around and chatted but neither of could take our eyes of each other. Wendy seemed totally absorbed with my penis whilst I was equally as taken with her spunky knickers. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘I guess there’s just one pair of knickers to go now.’ She slipped off her present knicks and replaced them with the bottle green ones. Still wearing her blouse she still created a stunning and erotic picture to me. And my cock thought so too! Wendy walked towards me and held on gently to my cock. ‘Right,’ she said, ‘for our next little session I’d like you to masturbate me whilst I do the same for you.’ Lets lay on the bed again. We did so and Wendy lay on her back, pulled aside her knicker leg so I could get my hand through and on to her pussy. She was already excited again as I started to carefully and gently wank her. At the same time she reached for my cock and started to wank me. It was so very erotic that Wendy started to come straight away and this time with almost a howl she came. I started to remove my hand but she said just leave it there for the moment, ‘I think I’ll need another cum soon.’ ‘Wow,’ I said, ‘You’re insatiable today.’ ‘You’re so right. I just can’t get enough of you and your fabulous cock!’ Still stroking the said cock I was heading, slowly, towards my third cum. ‘Please, start wanking me again my darling, I’m ready.’ So I started once more to gently ease my fingers into her pussy and on to her engorged clitoris. It didn’t take that long until Wendy started to moan and shake once more as her orgasm approached. Likewise, my cock was heading the same way as Wendy wanked me off against her bottle green knickers. The softness of the knicker material and the firmness of Wendy’s hand soon produced the desired effect and I started to spray my spunk at her. She directed the flow onto the front of her knickers and, whilst she did that, her own orgasm hit her. Clinging to me hard she writhed and moaned for quite a while then lay back exhausted. ‘I think that was the best cum I’ve ever had,’ she said. ‘And I’ve certainly had a lot of good ones today!’ As far as I was concerned every cum I’d had was just sensational. I’m loved everyone of them and although we were both spent we were determined that they wouldn’t be the last ones we enjoyed together. We dressed, Wendy still leaving on her spunk soaked green knickers, and went to the local pub for a well deserved drink. And all the time I couldn’t put out of my mind that Wendy was sitting next to me wearing green school knickers covered in my drying spunk and nobody else in the pub knew that! What an erotic thought. And, of course, her aim to have my spunk of three pairs of her school knickers had been accomplished. A bit of clothes washing might be required in her flat now I guess! Not long after we were married I had a birthday. Wendy, as a minor actress, was ‘resting’ at the time and was at home most days. As I left for work that morning she told me there would a special treat for me when I came home. I was so excited with that thought that I could barely concentrate on my work that day because I knew when she mentioned a ‘special treat’ it was likely to involve a heavy bout of sex. Sure enough, when I returned home Wendy was in her navy blue gymslip, white blouse, tie, stockings and suspenders. She had poured me a gin and tonic and led me into our front room. The curtains were drawn and she’d placed two dining chairs opposite each other. ‘Right love,’ she said, ‘take of all your clothes and sit on one of the chairs.’ I did so then she said, ‘Now I don’t want you to move from your chair so I’m going to tie to to it. Is that ok?’ ‘Yesss!’ I said apprehensively, ‘I think so.’ As she started to tie me up she explained that ever since we had our first encounter in a film studio a few years ago she had always loved to watch me cum. To spurt out my spunk was just so, so sexy for her. It really turned her on. She sat down on the opposite chair after getting me firmly secured. At this point my cock was slightly aroused at what was going to happen to me. Wendy opened her legs to show me she was wearing a lovely pair of soft, navy blue school knickers. ‘I’ve been dressed like this all day,’ she told me.’And I’ve been so excited with what I’m going to do to you today that I’ve wanked myself six times in these knickers!’ My cock twitched. ‘What I’m going to do now is get you so aroused that when you cum for me it’ll be the most explosive cum you’ve ever had. And that’s saying something,’ she added. She proceed to lift up her gymslip and removed her knickers. Walking over to me she said, ‘Can you smell my sex on these lovely knickers, darling?’ She held them to my nose, rubbed them gently on my face then teasingly against my very, very engorged cock. She returned to her chair, opened her legs wide once again and started to gently rub her shaved pussy (she’d always shaved her pussy she once told me). Gradually, she started to rub her pussy more vigorously. The view of her actions from across the room was just so sexy my cock grew even bigger. By now her pussy was really swollen whilst some of her pussy juices were starting to leak out of it. ‘Do you like watching me wank myself, darling?’ She knew I did! ‘I’m on the verge of cumming. Would you like to see me cum, my love?’ With that she advanced across the room, still stroking her pussy. Stationing herself astride me so I could get a good view she totally surprised me as she lowered herself quite quickly onto my very rampant cock. The feeling was absolutely exquisite but I didn’t get much time to enjoy it because Wendy started her orgasm. She just sat there impaled on my cock and started to shake. After a few moments she pulled herself off my cock and let the rest of her orgasm continue to rip through her. ‘Wow, I enjoyed that,’ she said , ‘Now did your cock I wonder?’ She gently gripped it, holding it, inspecting and placed a kiss on its very swollen end. By now I was almost bursting to cum and, Wendy, realising that started to slowly, ever so slowly, to lick, suck and stroke it with the knickers she had recently discarded. (The ones that she’d had six cums in that day!). Bringing me close to my orgasm then stopping for a few moments then starting again. Eventually, I couldn’t be held back any longer and, Wendy, realising that wanked me so hard, and with such a firm grip on my cock, that, just as she wished my spunk shot out. Flying feet into the air and some of my cum nearly hit the opposite wall. ‘That was some cum, darling.’ she said. ‘Just what I wanted to see. It’s so very sexy watching you squirt. I think we’ll need to go to bed for while, now, because I think I’ll need another cum myself.’ We spent the next hour or so continuing to please each other. Me, licking her pussy until she came on my face. Her sucking my cock until I had my second big cum of the day in her mouth. What a magnificent Birthday that was. As I’ve said, Wendy, really enjoyed our sex games centred around her variously coloured school knickers and I’d often come home from work to find her in a pair of them with a pale blue aertex shirt on top. No bra of course so just the sight of her magnificent breasts swaying beneath her shirt. Dressed like that I always knew what this meant! Sex! On one day, in particular, she was dressed in bottle green knickers and her pale blue top. I gave her a kiss and embraced her as soon as I came through the door. ‘Hi, sexy,’ I said, ‘And what have you got in mind I wonder?’ ‘Well,’ she said, ‘I’ve been a bit ‘excited’ today thinking about you coming home. I’ve already had to have a couple of wanks in these knickers but I need a good fucking!’ “OK, think I can provide you with that!’ Wendy’s hand went straight to my cock which, as usual, was already starting to swell in my trousers as it always did when when seeing her dressed as she was. As I stripped off, Wendy, worked away at my cock. I fondled her breasts over and under her aertex shirt then slipped my moistened fingers down inside the front of her bottle green school knicks and started to masturbate her. She must have been in a pretty rampant mood because she fairly quickly turned round, pulled her knickers down to her thighs and said, ‘Please take me from behind.’ She bent over and I started to insert my fully engorged cock into her swollen and moist pussy. She came almost immediately with a little yelp of pleasure and said, ‘Just stay in there darling. I think I need more.’ I was delighted to hear that because I certainly fancied a big cum in that gorgeous pussy of hers. We had a lovely, loving and sensuous fuck until Wendy started to edge towards another cum. I was pretty much there myself and when Wendy’s orgasm started to happen it was enough to make me come as well. I seemed to be pumping and pumping spunk into for ages whilst Wendy continued to enjoy both her orgasm and mine. Eventually, I took my cock out and Wendy turned to face me. She pulled up her knickers a little and started to open up her pussy with her fingers. Within seconds a stream of my spunk began to flow from her and dribbled onto the gusset of her green knickers. Inserting her fingers into her pussy she continued to pull out as much cum as she could. When she reckoned she removed as much of my seed as possible she carefully slid her knickers off. Inspected the great globs of spunk then, looking very directly at me, proceeded to suck the spunk from the knickers’ gusset. That was just so very, very sexy of her but, as I’ve already said she’s rather inventive is Wendy.

In the late 1960s I was working at a Film Studio in Buckinghamshire whilst on vacation from my University. My job was, basically, as a ‘gopher’. I never knew from one day to the next what I would be asked to do. The film that was in production when I was working there was a comedy featuring, among other things, lots of actresses and extras dressed as school girls. One day, in the middle of July, I was asked to take an upgraded *********** to one of the young ladies who had not been required on set until slightly later than some of her colleagues. With revised *********** in hand I trotted round to one of the cast’s caravans and knocked on the door. ‘Come in,’ came the voice from inside so in I went. What I faced when I got in there was rather fantastic and led to one of the most exciting days I ever had in my life. The young actress, Wendy, was on her own sitting across an armchair dressed in her costume of gymslip, shirt, tie, black stockings and suspenders. With her legs lifted high across the other arm of her chair a large amount of her navy blue school knickers were on show. She made no attempt to change position or pull down her gymslip to cover her knickers. I could hardly take my eyes of the sight I beheld! ‘Hi,’ she said, ‘Can I help?’ I passed her the revised *********** and told her that she would be required on set in about an hour’s time. She thanked me and we started to have a chat. She turned out to only a couple of years older than me and this was only the second film she’d been involved with since leaving Drama School. During all the time we were talking she never changed position and I just couldn’t take my eyes off her navy knickers. She’d noticed. And asked why I kept looking at her knickers and, very embarrassed and rapidly turning bright red, I told her that I’d always been fascinated by them when I was at school when it was so common to see girls playing netball and other sports just in their knickers and a shirt. And although they were a common sight I’d never been in any position to have touched them, stroked them or anything like that. It was simply a view from afar. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘this might be your lucky day!’ Getting up off the armchair she stood in front to me, turned round and lifted up her gymslip so it was round her waist. The view was fantastic. Tightly stretched navy blue knickers over a pert bottom was simply so gorgeous to feast my eyes on. ‘How do you like the view then? she asked. ‘It’s fantastic, thank you so much,’ I replied. ‘Well, I think you go a little further. Would you like to feel them?’ ‘Yes, I’d love to if that’s ok.’ ‘Thats’s fine. I think you’ll enjoy the feel of them. And I’m sure I’ll enjoy having you feel them too.’ Tentatively, I lay my hand on her knicker clad bottom. Wow! The feel of them was just amazing. Warm, soft and almost ‘fluffy’. The sensation was just incredible. The fact that my cock was now so swollen in my trousers was testament to how the sight and feel was affecting me. ‘Are you enjoying that? she asked. ‘It’s just so lovely. Very, very sexy. Something I’ve always dreamed about but never thought would happen. Thank you so much.’ ‘Not at all. But wouldn’t you like to feel the front of my knickers too? Come closer. Snuggle up against my back then you can reach round and feel the front of them. OK?’ I did as I was told! And it must have been pretty obvious to her that I was somewhat aroused. ‘Mmm, I see I’m having a bit of an effect on a part of your anatomy. Well, you’re not alone. It’s turning me on too. Would you like to stroke me in between my legs a bit please. Just feel how the knickers cling to my rather excited pussy.’ She continued for a little while to gently rub her knicker-clad buttocks against the rather engorged bulge of cock in my trousers. Taking hold of my right, stroking, hand she lifted it and put some of my fingers in her mouth. Then pulling the front of her knickers away from her body a little she moved my hand down inside her knickers. Down to her, very swollen, pussy and then manipulated my fingers onto and into her pussy. ‘Just stroke my pussy, please. Nice and slowly. Into my pussy and up onto my swollen clit,’ she instructed. The feeling, from my point of view, was sensational. Her pussy was not only very swollen it was also very, very wet. After a very short time Wendy started to start to gasp a little; shake a little and writhe a little as her orgasm hit her. Holding her nice and tight it was so lovely to experience the joy of her orgasm as it gradually subsided. “Wow! Phew!’ she said, ‘That was fabulous.’ She gave me a wonderful kiss and said ‘Well, one good turn deserves another.’ She went to the door of the caravan and locked it. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘take off your trousers and underpants.’ I did what I was a told but felt a bit self-conscious about my, still very erect, cock. Wendy came over to me, bent down and kissed the head of my penis, stood up and, reaching under her gym slip, removed her knickers. ‘You did say that you often wondered how navy blue knickers felt so I’m going to put them on you.’ So saying she put my feet, one by one, into her knickers and gradually pulled them up. When she got them up as far as my, even more engorged, cock the feeling running through me was sensational. Stroking the soft, warm (and damp gusseted) navy knicks against the most sensitive part of my cock I nearly came straight away. ‘Just hold on a little while longer,’ she said, ‘I’m just going to give you a gentle rub through my knickers until you cum. But let me know when you’re about to cum because I love to see a man’s spunk dying out of his cock. OK?’ ‘Mmm,’ I replied almost fainting with the pure, overwhelming sensual feeling running through me. She got hold of my cock through the material and, gently, but firmly started to wank me. I don’t know how long she was doing it for because I was in total ecstasy! Seconds later, it seemed, I said to her that I was cumming. She quickly lowered the elastic waist of the knickers and grabbing hold of my naked cock continued to rub and squeeze it. I exploded. My spunk shot out of my cock and flew out over the caravan floor. Some dribbled onto her knickers for which I apologised. ‘Don’t worry I’ll just wipe off later. Mind you that was some cum. Wow!! I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much nor seen it fly so far.’ Slowly, she removed the knickers from around my cock. Inspected them and slipped them back on herself. After I’d put my clothes back on we had a little kissing and cuddling as we both caught our breath. ‘Would you fancy meeting up again,’ I asked. ‘Maybe let me take you out for a meal and, say, the pictures? What do you think?’ ‘I think I’d really like do to that. Thank you,’ she replied. We arranged to meet up a couple of days later. I would call for her at the digs she was sharing with another couple of actors from the film. After having, I think, a Berni Inns’ meal, we popped into the local cinema. I hadn’t been to the pictures for some time and I didn’t think I’d ever been in this cinema before. Wendy had though and knew that there were a number of double seats in there. (Seats where there wasn’t any arm between the seats!). She found one. It was really quite quiet in the place and we seemed to be well away from anyone else. What the film was I’ve no idea because I don’t think either one of us watched more that a few minutes of it. Initially, I held her hand and that turned into a kissing session. A few minutes of that and Wendy took my hand in her’s and slipped it under her skirt. ‘Guess what I’m wearing for you today,’ she asked. ‘Maroon school knickers today. I know you rather like them so please have a good rummage around under there and see if you can find something to play with.’ Needless to say after a few moments running my hand over the outside of the knicks I managed to slip my hand up her knicker leg and onto and into her swollen (and hairless. I can’t remember if she had a shaved pussy when we had our first encounter!) pussy. As previously instructed I started to stroke her pussy gently. At the same time Wendy started to squeeze my hard cock through my trousers. She must have been very excited about this our second encounter because she started to shake with her orgasm quite quickly. Clinging onto both me and my cock she moaned and shook whilst I slowed down my manipulation of her, now very moist and swollen, pussy. She gasped, ‘You do that so well! Wow. It’s just so lovely.’ After she’d got her breath back we cuddled up whilst she unbuttoned my flies. Taking my rather rampant cock in her hand she started to gently wank me. It was lovely - far too lovely in fact - because I could feel the beginning of my orgasm. ‘We’ll have to be careful. If I cum like I did the other day there’ll be spunk everywhere!’ I said. ‘Don’t worry darling’, she replied, ‘I’ve got a solution.’ Letting go of my cock for a short while she pulled up her skirt and grabbing my cock again she manoeuvred it up the leg of her maroon school knickers and started to wank me through the knicker material again. The feeling was absolutely wonderful and within seconds I exploded. Wendy squeezed my cock as I came and I just pumped and pumped my spunk inside her knickers. ‘Enjoy that?’ she asked with a beaming smile. ‘It was super lovely,’ I replied. And it was. The thought of Wendy sitting next to me with her knickers full of my spunk whilst it soaked into the maroon material was a very erotic thought. After calling in for a quick drink at a local pub after leaving the cinema we started to walk back to her digs. On the way we knew that there was a small copse of trees which may afford us some privacy whilst we had a final snog of the day. With both of us still pretty sexually excited one thing led to another and leaning against a tree I started stroking Wendy’s pussy, and her my cock. Within a few minutes both of us well worked up she guided me into her very moist and swollen pussy up her knicker leg. Both of us were really quite aroused it didn’t take long for Wendy to start cumming once more. And, although I wasn’t quite so close it wouldn’t take me much longer. ‘You’d better take your cock out before you start to cum, darling, seeing we’re not taking any precautions.’ ‘OK,’ I said, ‘I think I’m about there now.’ As quick as a flash she had my cock out of her pussy and wanked me quickly against the front of her knickers. Those knickers certainly took some hammer that day and over the years as a married couple with had lots and lots of fantastic sex sessions together. Sometimes with school knickers sometimes not. But my wife certainly not only thoroughly enjoyed sex but also a vivid imagination when it came to role playing. I often thought that her acting back ground helped! Who knows? Anyway, some of our favourite sessions may be worth relating some other day…

At the time this happened I was 15 and in between my sophomore and junior year of high school. I’m blond and have brown eyes and I’m around 5’7. I’m a bit of a loner so I wasn’t doing that much that summer besides working, which I only did twice a week anyway. I spent most of my days inside playing video games and watching movies while my parents were at work or walking at the creek by my house. One day I got bored of playing video games and decided to walk by the creek. It had a good view of the city and it wasn’t as hot that day as it had been for the last few weeks so I put on my shoes and went. It was hot but not terribly so and I sat on a bench and looked out at the city, downtown LA in the distance. My mind began to wonder to girls from school. I though about Julie Tanaka. I had had her in chemistry. I barely passed the class because for most of the hour I was staring at her and fantasizing about her. I thought of standing in my room with her 5’4 frame wrapped around my naked body and shoving my tounge down her throat as she moaned and one hand worked my cock. I thought of laying her on her back and swirling my tounge around in circles on her clit, her being on top of me and grinding into my dick and bouncing up and down as I held her small but firm and perky tits. The fantasy always ended with me being on top of her and cumming inside her as we moaned and looked into each other’s eyes or me cumming in her mouth as I stood in the middle of my room. Then my mind went to the one girl who I had actually managed to fuck. As I said I was kind of a loner. I was kind of weird but I was nice so I was liked by my peers just not included by most. I would sometimes eat with the few friends I had but if they wanted to be with their friends I had nothing in common with I would just go to the library. I didn’t feel sorry for myself as part of the reason I spent most of my time alone was because I wanted to. I’d rather be alone than pretend to be interested in people or things that I didn’t care about just for the sake of saying I had friends. Anyway I met her as I was reading a book about helicopters. I wanted to join the marine corps after high school so I was always reading books relating to military gear, tactics or history. That was when we started talking. Her name was Ashley and she struck up a conversation with me. Otherwise we never would have spoken. She was new that year and wanted to make more friends. She asked me questions about what I was reading and what I wanted to do in the marine corps and as we talked she told me I was cute. I returned the compliment. She invited me over to her house that weekend. I told her I’d love to go. Her parents were out of town for the week and we just talked and watched a movie. Of course about halfway through it she started kissing me and we fucked each other and I lost my virginity. She was as tall as I was and curvy. Her red hair was in my face as she rode me. I got on top of her and fucked her slowly so I could last longer. Her pussy felt so good and she was so wet. So wet the entire room smelled like her pussy but in a good way. We cuddled and fell asleep for a few hours until I had to walk back home. I tried to find her again at school but she was never in the library anymore and we didn’t have any of the same classes. Then on one of the few occasions when I actually did eat with my friends did I find out why I never saw her again. I saw with a boy in the cafeteria. He was about six feet tall and had brown hair. I didn’t know who he was but it was clear from how they were sitting, with her head on his shoulder and her holding his arms. It disappointed me for sure and I never spoke to her again. I wasn’t sure if she cheated on him with me or if she had made it official in the few weeks after our time together. Besides her all I did was fantasize and jerk off. As I sat there and remembered Julie and Ashley I started to get hard and not wanting to jerk off where I could potentially be caught, even though I doubted it would happen as it was the middle of a day on a Wednesday and it was still reasonably hot, I got up and continued to walk. I walked for a few minutes and then saw her sitting on a bench. She was older, probably as old as my mom and she was blond like me. I could tell that she had big tits. She was wearing jeans and a red checkered short sleeve button up shirt with a white undershirt. I started to get hard seeing her. I liked older women too. I had always wanted to fuck my English teacher, Mrs. Jones. She was in her forties and had strawberry blond hair and a great ass with tits that always made any of her shirts poke out. I would fantasize about licking her asshole and sitting on her stomach and fucking her tits. I would always cum to the though of me fucking her missionary and pulling out and cumming all over her belly. I wondered if I should sit down next to her or keep walking. I decided to sit and act like I was texting someone. I was too shy to make the first move as I didn’t know how to talk to girls, especially older women. I hoped she would initiate a conversation. “Sure is hot, huh?” She said. I looked over at her, my dick already starting to move. I leaned forward a little. “Yeah it is, not as bad as it has been though” I said. “ That’s true, I’m Stacy, what’s your name?” She asked. “I’m Garrett” I replied. “So what brings you down here, Garrett?” She asked. “Oh I’m just bored at home. My parents are at work and I’m an only child.” I said. “Oh okay I manage a warehouse at night and sometimes I come down here during the day. I get bored around the house my husband and I divorced last year. Sounds like you’re bored too. You don’t have a girlfriend to pass the time with?” I laughed a little “ No I wish” I replied. “Really?” She exclaimed. “I find that hard to believe you’re so cute”. My dick got even bigger inside my pants. “Thanks” I replied meekly and blushed. “No problem, sweetie” she replied. “Did you have one last year” she asked. “Sort of” I said. “Oh what happened?” She asked. “Just didn’t work out I guess” I replied. “Well she’s crazy” she said. “Thank you” I replied, my face too red to hide. “Aww you’re blushing, so cute” she exclaimed. I got even redder, how it was possible I don’t know. “Oh look how hot you are, it’s too hot to be out here. You should wait for it to cool off at my house. I live at the entrance to the walkway.” She said. “Oh god she wants to fuck me” I thought. “Sure” I replied. “Is it the one with the bird bath in front?” I asked. “That’s the one” she said, “come on let’s go.” I got up trying to conceal my boner the best I could. She walked in front of me, her ass was nice and firm and shaped like a heart. We walked the rest of the way to her house and she unlocked the door and we stepped inside. The AC felt great. “Oh that’s nice” she exclaimed. “Garrett, baby go make yourself at home on the couch I’ll get you some water” she said. “Ok thank you” I replied and went over to the black leather couch. I sat down and closed my eyes and let the AC hit me. My boner was still strong. Her voice made me open my eyes. “Glad I still got it” she said. “Hmmm” I replied. “Sweetie you have a tent in your pants” she said, looking down at my stiff cock. “ I- I’m so sorry” I stammered, sitting up and bending forward. “Nothing to be sorry about sweetie” she said. “Like I said, I’m flattered that such a young cutie like you finds me sexy” she said as she took a drink from a water bottle. “Here” she handed it to me. “Hope you don’t mind if there’s some spit in there” she said with a giggle. “Not at all” I replied and drank. “Garrett are you a virgin?” She asked with her head tilted to the side and a raise of her eyebrows. I gulped as I replied “No, I’ve been with one girl before”. She lightly touched my dick and said “ would you like to make it two?” I inhaled and shook my head yes. “Good” she said and stuck her tounge out. She unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down to my ankles. “Take off your shirt, baby” she told me. I did. She kissed my cock through my underwear before taking it off too. She took off her shirt and bra. Her tits were beautiful. They were so big and her nipples were hard. She cupped my balls with one hand and took my cock with the other. She kissed my tip and slid her wet, hot mouth down my shaft. I moaned she felt so good. She played with my balls and sucked me. She did this for a few minutes and then strattled me. But she wasn’t fucking me yet. She kissed me hard, shoving her tounge down my throat. I kissed her back and grabbed her tits and pulled at her nipples. I grabbed her ass and she moaned. “Fuck I want you inside of me” she said as she grabbed my dick and sat her pussy down onto it. She eased it in nice and slow. It felt so good. She was tight and warm and wet. We both let out a moan when it was all the way inside her pussy. She started grinding back and forth as I licked and sucked on her tits. “Mhhhm yesss Garrett” she moaned. “Ohhh fuck me”. I was sucking her tits and grabbing her ass when I felt it. I was going to cum. I looked up at her and said “ I’m about to cum”. “Do it baby, do it inside me!” She yelled as she sat all the way down on my dick. I exploded inside her. I shot five times, a huge strand of cum with each blast. She moaned and yelled as I filled her up. She got off of me. “Sweetie that was great.” She said. “It sure was” I replied. You feel so fucking good, baby”. She said. I blushed, “you do too” I told her. I looked at the time. “My dad will be getting home soon, I’m sorry but I think I have to go” I said. “I understand. What are you doing tomorrow?” She asked. “You again?” I asked. She giggled and said “I’m counting on it”. She walked me to the door and gave me a kiss. I walked home excited for tomorrow to arrive.

It was finally happening after months of hoping. I was a junior and was getting to fuck my English teacher from my sophomore year, Mrs Jones. At lunch I would go to her classroom and read, which I could’ve done anywhere but I enjoyed looking at her and fantasizing. Her huge tits always made her shirts poke out and she always wore pants that hugged her big, tight ass. She had recently turned 42. I still had a thing for older women after I was with Stacey. I had fucked her and cum in her several more times that summer. We had done many things together after our initial encounter. We would 69 on her bed, her wet pussy gushing into my mouth when she would squirt and her burying her nose into my balls when she would deepthroat me. Sometimes we would do anal and her asshole would tighten on my dick as I came in her ass. I loved her ass. I did anything I could to it. Sometimes we would run in the LA heat and get all sweaty and have sex as soon as we got back to her house. She would sit her sweaty asshole on my face and I would lick it clean as she did the same to my dick. She would finger my asshole too. She would always swallow all of my cum. I had so much fun with her. Too bad she had to take a job in Sacramento. We would still have phone sex every now and then but I missed her. It was now November of my junior year and I had been going to Mrs. Jone’s classroom since the start of the year and staring and flirting. To my surprise she gave it back. After a few weeks we started getting serious. One day I was hanging out in her room after school and we were the only people there. She called me over to her desk and asked, “Garrett I think you have a little crush on me. I’m not imagining things am I?” I blushed and started to say “Mrs Jones I...” when she hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled me close to her chair. “Because I have a crush on you...” she whispered. My dick was growing fast and she lightly traced the outline with her other hand. “Why don’t you come over to my house tonight?” She asked. “My husband is out of town and it’s a Friday, you could tell your parents you’ll be spending the night at a friends house. Sound good?” I was so excited I almost came in my pants right there. I nodded my head yes. “Good” She said as she wrote her address on a slip of paper and told me to be there at 7. She stood up, still holding onto my waistband and her other hand on my boner and lightly kissed me lips. “Looking forward to it baby” she said. I got home and anxiously awaited to go. I told my parents I would be staying at a friends house and they agreed as it wasn’t a school night. I drive to the address she wrote down. She lived in a nice medium sized house in Mt. Washington. I parked in the driveway and nervously went to the front door. I rang the bell she opened the door shortly after. She was beautiful. She was wearing a blue nightgown and nothing else and had on lipstick. “Come in baby” she said as she hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled me in. She shut the door lightly pushed me against it. “I’ve been thinking about this a long time baby” she whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. I sighed and felt myself getting even harder. She traced the outline of my cock and smiled at me. She took my hand and led me to her room. “Lay down sweetie” she told me. I did and looked up at her, the room only illuminated by a lamp on the nightstand. She slowly took off the gown as she sucked on her fingers and closed her eyes. It fell to the floor and I was in awe of her. She was a goddess to me. She was about 5’3 with thick thighs and curvy hips. Her pussy was clean shaven and literally dripping wet. A strand of her juice broke off and ran down her thigh. Her belly stuck out the slightest amount but you could tell she worked out as she had slight abs. Her tits were huge and her nipples pink and erect. Her strawberry blond hair was down past her shoulders and she was still sucking on her finger, eyes closed. I began to breathe heavy and I was so hard it hurt. She walked over to the bed and strattled me. She took off my hoodie and bent down and began to kiss me. It was heaven. Her red, wet lips settled on mine and our lips moved together. She slipped her tounge and my mouth and I returned the favor. I took off my shirt and threw it to the floor. She rubbed her hands across my chest and brought her head up. She formed a line of spit and let it slowly drop into my mouth. I began to grind my rock hard dick into her pussy. She moved down and undid my belt and unzipped my jeans. She pulled them off and kissed my dick through my underwear. She licked the spot where all my Precum has oozed onto. She finally pulled my underwear off and looked up at me and smiled as she lightly licked the tip of my head. I sighed and rested my head on the pillow. I looked up at her as she slid her mouth down my shaft. I moaned and gripped the sheets. She came back up and spit on my head and worked it all in with her hand. She began to pick up the pace and was sucking hard and fast. I felt like I might cum so I tapped her on the shoulder and said “sit on my face baby”. She smiled and climbed on top of my face, the front of her body facing me. Her pussy was so fucking wet her juice instantly covered my face. She ran one hand through my hair and played with her tits with the other. She tasted sweet. I licked her clit and swallowed all of her juice. It kept coming and I kept licking her sweet little sexy clit as she moaned and whimpered. I ran my thumb across her asshole and tasted it. She moaned “fuck me garrett fuck me good” and got off me. She kissed me hard and licked her own juice off my face. She lied on her back and opened her legs. I rubbed her soaking pussy with one hand and played with her tits with my other while I alternated between shoving my tounge in her mouth and licking her tits. Then I grabbed my dick and slipped it inside her and we both moaned hard and I started pumping and grabbing her thighs. I started slow and picked up speed. She was screaming “yeah yeah Garrett fuck me just like that baby!”. I fucked her hard and had to put my slippery dick back inside twice because it slipped out because she was so wet. Her tits were bouncing up and down and she was cumming hard. She squirted on my dick and I lost it. I shot rope after rope of hot cum inside her as she shook and gushed. I sighed and pulled out and collapsed. “I’ve never had that much fun” she said. “Neither have I I replied”. Stacey was fun, but not as much fun as Mrs. Jones. We lied next to each other, breathing heavy, until she fell asleep on my chest.

It was finally happening after months of hoping. I was a junior and was getting to fuck my English teacher from my sophomore year, Mrs Jones. At lunch I would go to her classroom and read, which I could’ve done anywhere but I enjoyed looking at her and fantasizing. Her huge tits always made her shirts poke out and she always wore pants that hugged her big, tight ass. She had recently turned 42. I still had a thing for older women after I was with Stacey. I had fucked her and cum in her several more times that summer. We had done many things together after our initial encounter. We would 69 on her bed, her wet pussy gushing into my mouth when she would squirt and her burying her nose into my balls when she would deepthroat me. Sometimes we would do anal and her asshole would tighten on my dick as I came in her ass. I loved her ass. I did anything I could to it. Sometimes we would run in the LA heat and get all sweaty and have sex as soon as we got back to her house. She would sit her sweaty asshole on my face and I would lick it clean as she did the same to my dick. She would finger my asshole too. She would always swallow all of my cum. I had so much fun with her. Too bad she had to take a job in Sacramento. We would still have phone sex every now and then but I missed her. It was now November of my junior year and I had been going to Mrs. Jone’s classroom since the start of the year and staring and flirting. To my surprise she gave it back. After a few weeks we started getting serious. One day I was hanging out in her room after school and we were the only people there. She called me over to her desk and asked, “Garrett I think you have a little crush on me. I’m not imagining things am I?” I blushed and started to say “Mrs Jones I...” when she hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled me close to her chair. “Because I have a crush on you...” she whispered. My dick was growing fast and she lightly traced the outline with her other hand. “Why don’t you come over to my house tonight?” She asked. “My husband is out of town and it’s a Friday, you could tell your parents you’ll be spending the night at a friends house. Sound good?” I was so excited I almost came in my pants right there. I nodded my head yes. “Good” She said as she wrote her address on a slip of paper and told me to be there at 7. She stood up, still holding onto my waistband and her other hand on my boner and lightly kissed me lips. “Looking forward to it baby” she said. I got home and anxiously awaited to go. I told my parents I would be staying at a friends house and they agreed as it wasn’t a school night. I drive to the address she wrote down. She lived in a nice medium sized house in Mt. Washington. I parked in the driveway and nervously went to the front door. I rang the bell she opened the door shortly after. She was beautiful. She was wearing a blue nightgown and nothing else and had on lipstick. “Come in baby” she said as she hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled me in. She shut the door lightly pushed me against it. “I’ve been thinking about this a long time baby” she whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. I sighed and felt myself getting even harder. She traced the outline of my cock and smiled at me. She took my hand and led me to her room. “Lay down sweetie” she told me. I did and looked up at her, the room only illuminated by a lamp on the nightstand. She slowly took off the gown as she sucked on her fingers and closed her eyes. It fell to the floor and I was in awe of her. She was a goddess to me. She was about 5’3 with thick thighs and curvy hips. Her pussy was clean shaven and literally dripping wet. A strand of her juice broke off and ran down her thigh. Her belly stuck out the slightest amount but you could tell she worked out as she had slight abs. Her tits were huge and her nipples pink and erect. Her strawberry blond hair was down past her shoulders and she was still sucking on her finger, eyes closed. I began to breathe heavy and I was so hard it hurt. She walked over to the bed and strattled me. She took off my hoodie and bent down and began to kiss me. It was heaven. Her red, wet lips settled on mine and our lips moved together. She slipped her tounge and my mouth and I returned the favor. I took off my shirt and threw it to the floor. She rubbed her hands across my chest and brought her head up. She formed a line of spit and let it slowly drop into my mouth. I began to grind my rock hard dick into her pussy. She moved down and undid my belt and unzipped my jeans. She pulled them off and kissed my dick through my underwear. She licked the spot where all my Precum has oozed onto. She finally pulled my underwear off and looked up at me and smiled as she lightly licked the tip of my head. I sighed and rested my head on the pillow. I looked up at her as she slid her mouth down my shaft. I moaned and gripped the sheets. She came back up and spit on my head and worked it all in with her hand. She began to pick up the pace and was sucking hard and fast. I felt like I might cum so I tapped her on the shoulder and said “sit on my face baby”. She smiled and climbed on top of my face, the front of her body facing me. Her pussy was so fucking wet her juice instantly covered my face. She ran one hand through my hair and played with her tits with the other. She tasted sweet. I licked her clit and swallowed all of her juice. It kept coming and I kept licking her sweet little sexy clit as she moaned and whimpered. I ran my thumb across her asshole and tasted it. She moaned “fuck me garrett fuck me good” and got off me. She kissed me hard and licked her own juice off my face. She lied on her back and opened her legs. I rubbed her soaking pussy with one hand and played with her tits with my other while I alternated between shoving my tounge in her mouth and licking her tits. Then I grabbed my dick and slipped it inside her and we both moaned hard and I started pumping and grabbing her thighs. I started slow and picked up speed. She was screaming “yeah yeah Garrett fuck me just like that baby!”. I fucked her hard and had to put my slippery dick back inside twice because it slipped out because she was so wet. Her tits were bouncing up and down and she was cumming hard. She squirted on my dick and I lost it. I shot rope after rope of hot cum inside her as she shook and gushed. I sighed and pulled out and collapsed. “I’ve never had that much fun” she said. “Neither have I I replied”. Stacey was fun, but not as much fun as Mrs. Jones. We lied next to each other, breathing heavy, until she fell asleep on my chest.

I sat at the table in the restaurant, looking over the menu and hoping not to get stood up. I really hoped I didn’t get stood up, prayed not to. I didn’t think I could handle that, not right now. I’d burst into tears right here in public and that would not be cool. My boyfriend had dumped me a week ago, the dumb fuck. I’d given two years of love to that guy only to have him break up with me over text. The only good thing was that I’d had just enough time to reconnect with an old friend, Reese. Though he was close to eight years older than me I was mature for my eighteen years and we had tons to talk about. About the same time my relationship had ended his girlfriend had dumped him and this was the first time we’d be seeing each other face to face in years. Hopefully. We were scheduled to meet at 6:30 and it was almost 6:45 by now. My heart plummeted in a premonition of me sitting here, alone for hours waiting. I’d just about resigned myself to this unfortunate event when the restaurant door opened. Every time the door had opened I looked up in the faint hope that it would be Reese and every time it wasn’t him my stomach dropped a little lower. But finally I saw a face that made me smile. Reese came rushing in, saw me, and immediately sat down across from me. He was even sexier in person than in his pictures. His hair was shaved close to his head and he had a light dusting of beard that gave him an edgy look. His eyes were a strange blue grey that captivated me. He appeared very flustered. “I’m so sorry Destiny,” he apologized. I ran late at work but I hurried over here as fast as I could.” I smiled at him. His button down shirt was rumpled and his baggy jeans looked about to fall down his legs. “It’s ok.” He smiled back, revealing straight, white teeth. He was quite the handsome man, if a bit too skinny. A waiter came over and took our orders then left. We were in a booth in the very back and there was no one within three yards of us. We began to talk about whatever came to mind. He asked me how school was going and where I wanted to go to college and I quizzed him about work. We barely noticed when our food came and it took every in me to remember to put food on my fork and bring it to my mouth. Finally, when I thought everything was going so well, Reese brought up the subject I least wanted to talk about. “What was your boyfriend like?” I looked at my plate, the contents of my stomach threatening to make another entrance. “He was ok,” I hedged, hoping that would be enough. It wasn’t. “Just ok?” Reese asked, gazing at me intently. “Yeah,” I said. “He was nice most of the time. Sometimes he’d get really jealous though.” Reese looked startled and I hurried to ease his mind. “James never hurt me or anything. He just got…jealous.” Reese nodded sagely. Did all 26 year olds act like they knew everything or just this one? “How was he in the love department?” he asked, not beating around the bush at all. I coughed slightly. “He loved me,” I told him, pretending not to understand his question. Thankfully, our waiter came over, asking if we wanted dessert. I was about to refuse but Reese requested two hot fudge sundaes. The waiter left and I thanked Reese for his generosity. I thought the earlier question was forgotten but Reese brought it back up saying, “So how good was James at sex?” He spit out James like it was a curse word. “Well.” I paused trying to gather my thoughts. How to tell this sexy guy who I’d been friends with for well years that I was a virgin. I’d never even had anyone touch my pussy or ass or my tits for that matter. James had been my first love and he’d never wanted to do more than kiss. Sometimes I thought it was him but then other times I wondered if in fact it was just that I was ugly and no one would want to touch me. I decided to tell Reese the truth. “We never had sex,” I admitted. Reese stared at me. “Are you waiting for marriage?” he asked sincerely. “No.” God no. I wanted to fuck someone, needed to, but no one wanted to do me. “Then what happened?” “He didn’t want to,” I whispered. My face burned with humiliation. Maybe I hadn’t been open enough with James. Maybe he wanted to wait. But why didn’t he tell me if he did? When he had broken up with me I thought about why he’d done it and that was the only reason I could think of. “What a stupid idiot!” Reese cried out. The few people in the restaurant with us looked our way and he lowered his voice. “Was he blind? Or was he gay? Did he not see how beautiful you are?” I blushed again, this time from the praise. “I’m not beautiful.” “Yes, you are, Destiny. Look at you. Your body’s perfect, not to slim but not too chubby, your hair looks like silk and your eyes reflect light like a mirror. I don’t mean to freak you out but I’d love to have sex with you.” I looked at his face, completely earnest. “You would?” I questioned. “Of course I would,” he answered with a smile. “To tell you the truth, I always thought you were cute and now that you’re a woman, you’re stunning.” I smiled. “Can I ask you something?” “What’s that?” “Are you…experienced?” I felt like diving under the table but I couldn’t take the words back now. He didn’t need me to explain what I meant. He just answered, “Yes. Very.” I stared at him. I wanted to ask him if he’d take my virginity but I didn’t know how to say it and any words I might’ve had stuck in my throat. Reese didn’t seem to need me to ask though. He moved from across the table and sat next to me, laying a hand on my leg. I felt his warmth travel up my leg under the table. I was wearing a skirt that hit my knee when standing but when sitting slid up to about mid thigh. Reese’s hand moved under my skirt and ended at my panties. I’d put on nice underwear but not my best. Now I wish I had put my sexy blue lingerie on. Couldn’t change that now though. “Let’s go to my place,” he whispered in my ear as his fingers began to toy with the edge of my panties. I could barely breathe because he was so close to my pussy. I could already feel it getting hot and wet. I nodded. He quickly climbed out of the booth and turned back, ever the gentleman, to help me out too. As I stood waiting for him to pay a thousand images played in my mind: me sucking my first cock, my cherry being popped, maybe losing my ass virginity, being fingered and licked and teased, all for the first time. All by Reese. My pussy was getting so wet and I just wanted to get out of there. Eventually we escaped, leaving our two sundaes behind. We were going to feast on something else that night. Reese’s car was black, not an old car but not exactly new. It was clean and ran, which were the only important things. We hurried inside the vehicle and Reese took off across the parking lot, headed towards his home. We stood in front of Reese’s house door while he opened the lock. Pushing the door open he stood back for me to enter. I looked around at a typical bachelor pad. Leather couch and chair, a tiny table and trash everywhere. The t.v. was bigger than the one at my house by a long shot. Reese took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I gaped at his bed. It was huge and the mattress looked softer than air. I longed to dive headfirst into that bed and go right to sleep but there were other matters to address. As I began to turn, Reese came up behind me. He put one hand around my waist and the other he placed on my leg and began to pull my skirt up. “So what have you ever done?” he asked me softly. “Kissed,” I told him honestly. He quickly turned me around, asked, “Like this?” and before I had a chance to answer he pressed his lips to mine. His tongue gently made its way into my mouth and began to massage mine. His kiss was so full of passion I almost dropped to my knees. I didn’t need anything else ever again, just his kiss. It was then that I realized something I should’ve known before. I liked Reese, maybe even loved him. I’d never really loved James. He’d just been a stage. As soon as I’d begun talking to Reese again I’d forgotten James, I’d just clung to the pain because it was what I was supposed to feel. But now, kissing Reese like a thirsty man drinks water, I realized what a fool I’d been. When he pulled back from me I stumbled forward into his arms. I looked up and saw his smiling face. I couldn’t help but smile back. Every time I saw his smile I felt my insides turn to jell-o. “Ever been kissed like that?” he asked. I shook my head then raised my hand to pull him back to my lips. The second kiss was just as intense as the first. This time, without breaking the kiss, Reese’s hand pulled down my skirt and panties at the same time. My whole nether regions were exposed to his gaze. I backed away out of reflex and covered my privates with my hands. He looked at me sadly. “Destiny, if you don’t want me to do this I wont. I wont do anything you don’t want me to,” he explained softly. I shook my head. I wanted this. I wanted this more than anything I’d ever wanted before. I slowly removed my hands. I shaved my pussy everyday and it was smooth and soft. Reese looked at it hungrily. “May I take off your top?” he asked gently. I nodded and he moved closer to me. His expert hands slid my shirt off my body, followed quickly by my bra. Now I stood completely naked in front of the man I’d only just realized I cared about. I looked at the floor, waiting for him to do something, make some sign of disgust. Instead his hands reached out for my elbows and pulled me closer. “Destiny, you are a beautiful young woman. Never let anyone tell you different. Ever.” He raised my face to his with a finger under my chin. “Do you understand me?” I smiled. His heartfelt complement meant more to me than he’d ever understand. One hundred men could’ve told me that and it wouldn’t have meant as much as it did coming from him. I kissed him again as his hand moved toward my chest. The kiss wasn’t any less passion-filled but this time it was much gentler. His lips moved across my jaw and toward my ear, then down my neck ending at the space in my collarbone and back again. He pinched my nipples gently, pulling, squeezing and rubbing them. He dropped his lips to one and began to nibble it while continuing with his hand on the other one, causing my pussy to burn with heat. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I couldn’t stand the wait and begged him to fuck me. I began to moan and moan loudly. This was the first time anyone had ever done this to me and I couldn’t stop the moans from escaping my throat. It just felt so good. The fact that it was Reese who was doing this to me only made it more arousing. He pushed me back onto the bed and when I had stopped moving he joined me. His head was directly above my slick pussy by just a few inches. I knew what he was going to do but it was still a shock to my system when Reese’s tongue began to probe at my pussy lips. I gasped at the feeling. It felt like a thousand needles of pleasure were poking my body and I couldn’t stand it. My back arched in the air and my moans were so loud I felt sure someone would hear them. “Do you like this, Destiny?” Reese asked, pausing his licking for a moment. I couldn’t speak, could only manage to nod slightly. He bent his head again, this time licking my clit. Oh, I felt like I’d cum right then. I began to thrash on the bed and Reese had to hold my legs still. My breathing was coming quickly. I screamed as pure ecstasy ripped through me. My body convulsed as wave after wave knocked every thought from my head. Nothing I’d ever felt before felt as amazing as that had. “Destiny,” Reese said when the pleasure was beginning to die away. I fought to concentrate on his lovely face. “You just had your first orgasm.” He smiled at me. He seemed to always be smiling. “Do you want me to leave you alone for awhile?” I found the strength to shake my head in a vigorous no. I wanted everything from Reese, everything he had to offer. This might be my only chance to make love to him and I wanted to remember it.

It was quite a surprise when Amanda called me; much more surprising to find that she was drunk and stranded. She needed a ride home. Now maybe I’m a pushover and I need to be more assertive, but it’s just not in me to leave an old friend deserted in any downtown area in the middle of the night—even if downtown is a half-hour away, it’s the middle of the night, I have work in a few hours and the person I’m picking up is a manipulative, over-bearing prude of an ex-girlfriend. “Stay there, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I explain the situation to my girlfriend as I get out of bed and start to get dressed. She isn’t happy about it, but she knows that there is no lingering interest in my mind for Amanda. I get in the car and get on the highway. She’s much drunker than I thought, and much thinner than I remember, though her breasts haven’t suffered, she certainly isn’t bothering to hide them anymore. The dress she is wearing is low-cut and supportive; they’re practically bursting out of her blouse. My cock twitches in spite of myself. She stumbles towards the car from the curb and struggles momentarily before hauling herself into the backseat of my girlfriend’s Taurus. Shutting the door she falls over sideways on the seat, her dress hiking high up her thigh and her breasts barely contained by her bra. “Thank you…..soooo much,” she manages to slur. “No problem,” I say shortly, “Buckle up.” “Yeshur,” she says, with a half-hearted attempt to give an ironic salute from her position lying in the back seat, legs strewn hither and thither around the passenger door. She sits up and one of her dress shoulder straps fall revealing a black lace bra. She reaches for the seat belt over her shoulder, spreading her legs as she did so. I forced myself to turn and look back through the front windshield and signal to merge back onto Fourth St., but not before I was brought to half-mast by my momentary pondering whether or not she shaves these days. “You know you were the best boyfriend I ever had,” she said as I pull out on the freeway. Don’t care, is what I thought, “Mmm-hmm” is what I said. “I would give anything to have you back.” “The only thing you’re ever going to get from me sweetheart is fucked in the ass,” it was meant as an insult, to shut her up. “Ok,” was what she said. From the back seat I hear her shifting around a few seconds later a pair of panties hit the rearview mirror. “This ass?” she asks, I glance in the mirror and she has unbuckled, pulled her dress up over her ass and bent over the back seat so that I can see her asshole between her spread cheeks and the tuft of brown hair between her legs that was her pussy. And in that instant I could smell how wet and hot she was. I became rock hard. “Sit down!” I said loudly. She ran her hand up and down between her crack. “Sit down and buckle up!” I said firmly. “Fine!” she said. She sat down and buckled up. But I could still smell her pussy. She had always been a wet one, and soon after she sat down I could smell her wetness as it seeped through her dress, ran down her crack and soaked her asshole. My hand instinctively pressed my crotch. Finally we get to her apartment. She gets out and slams the door, I watch her—admittedly almost hoping for another slip of the skirt—telling myself that it’s because I want to make sure she gets inside. Ironically enough this is a reasonable worry. She stood at the door for some minutes before beginning to bend and look around the door and in the bushes along the path. I turned off the engine, locked the doors and walked up to her. “Do you have your keys?” “YES!” she said vehemently. “Where are they?” “I don’t know!” “Then you don’t have them, do you?” “Fuck you,” she said evenly. I walked back to the car and looked in the back, they weren’t there. No keys on the path, along the path, next to the door, or, as far as I could see, in the bushes. I walked back up to her, she was leaning against the door for support by now. “Do you have a spare set?” “Duh.” “Where is it?” In response she promptly leaned over and vomited on my left shoe. I grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from falling, but she promptly went limp. Sighing to myself I prop her against the wall and start looking for the spare set. After searching for some time I come up empty handed. Hoping silently to myself that she has reliably found her own apartment I break a hole in a window large enough to get the latch, climb inside and open the door. Five minutes later I drop her on her bed and she wakes up, she needs to vomit again. I lead her to the bathroom and she pukes in the toilet. She rinses her mouth and I lead her back to her bedroom. I decide to stay a few minutes to make sure she doesn’t need to puke again and start unconsciously checking for signs of a boyfriend in her room. Looking back at the bed my cock goes rigid again. Lying on her stomach, her legs spread apart, her pussy was perfectly visible. God she was wet, she’d only been lying like that for a minute or two and already there was a wet patch growing from her crotch. There was a splotch on the ass of her dress and her crack was glistening with the wetness of her pussy. Knowing that she was completely passed out and egged on by her challenge in the backseat of the car I sat at the edge of the bed and carefully lifted her dress to see her crotch more clearly. I could feel a wet spot of my own in my pants when I saw how wet her pussy was. It was drenched; I could see her juices literally dripping off her clitoris and onto the bed sheet. I noticed that hadn’t shaved and it made me want even more to bury my face into her snatch. Hers was the kind of pussy that just the right amount of fuzz makes it look naughty. Abandoning all pretense I took two fingers and slid them slowly into her pussy, glorying in the feel of her warm tightness. She moaned softly in her doze and I could feel her pushing her ass instinctively toward me. Emboldened I added a third finger and rubbed her G-spot slowly. When I felt her shudder with the pleasure I pulled my fingers out and then rammed them home. The resultant orgasm sent her cum spurting around my fingers and up my forearm, wetting the inside of her spread thighs and enlargening the damp patch of bed spread beneath her crotch. I retracted my fingers and leaned over her, worried that she might be waking up. When I was assured that she was still out cold, I went over to the nightstand and unplugged her phone from the wall. Taking the cord I gently but firmly tied her hands together and then to the bedpost. If she was going to cheat on me with a womanizing bastard, then I was going to take what I never got out of our relationship. I walked around the bed and grabbed her ankles pulling her legs diagonally across the bed, and stretching her arms taut against her bonds. I took off my shirt and propped her up on her knees so that her face was in the pillow, ass in the air and legs spread wide. I took a moment to drink in the sight of her tied up like this, her back arched, thighs open, pussy dripping wet and ass spread wide and vulnerable. I reveled for a moment in the ecstasy of what was to come, something denied me for so long. I leaned forward and, starting with her crotch, took my tongue and ran it slowly and firmly from the clit up into her pussy, pausing to savor her hot, wet, taste, and then up over her taint to her asshole. There I stopped gently licking around her brown hole, enjoying the salty, sweaty scent of her ass, and enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks pressing against my face. Pulling my face up I spit on her asshole and watched it drip down to her pussy where it joined her cum and began dripping slowly from her cunt. Completely giving myself over I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, shoving my face between them and thrust my tongue as deep into her ass as it would go. I wanted to devour it, eat her asshole until there was no more. I could hear her moaning again. It seemed she was enjoying this. Fine with me. It’s time to find out what a real slut she was. I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, hoping vaguely that it might wake her up, but mostly for the simple pleasure of hearing the sound of her ass being spanked while my tongue was inside her. I bent down further to taste her pussy again, plunging my tongue between her lips, my nose between her ass-cheeks, the smell of her asshole mixed with my saliva making me hungrier. I buried my face into her crotch, giving myself to the sweaty, salty, heavy taste of her pussy and the smell of saliva on her crack. She was moaning heavier now and I felt her hips bobbing against my face, fucking my tongue with her pussy. Pulling back I watched her ass straining backwards, yearning to orgasm again. Her pussy was now flowing freely with her cum and my spit, her entire crack shining with wetness. I spit again on her ass and watched it slide faster now over her asshole, onto her pussy, and then onto the sheet. I put my hand under her crotch and caught some of her warm cum on my hand, wetting it. I then stood and smacked her ass hard. I heard her moan a little. I spanked her again. She gasped and murmured something that sounded like “Yes.” I wanted deeply to take my pants off and shove my cock inside her, but I decided that was to wait until she woke up, and in the meantime I would enjoy her body as she enjoyed her lover’s while benefiting from being supported by me. I left her there on the bed and went to the kitchen, cock rock hard. Searching aimlessly through the kitchen I found an empty beer bottle. I returned to the room and searched her drawers for some lube. What I found was fairly astonishing: in a drawer in the bed stand were three dildos, a strap on, what looked like a half-gallon of oil and an anal plug with a horse tail. I looked from her to the dildos and back again. She was REALLY holding back with me. I grabbed the oil and shut the drawer. First I lubed her ass inside and out, damn it her asshole was tight, my cock pulsed at the thought of brutally fucking her asshole. I then thoroughly covered the beer bottle, neck to base. I spent several seconds just rubbing her brown spot with the bottle’s mouth and then began to push it farther and farther in. Soon the entire neck was in her ass. She was now breathing heavily, I began to fuck her with the bottle harder. I spanked her hard and she gasped. I shoved the bottle up her shit-hole hard, as far as it would go and her cunt spasmed, sending come spraying over my lap. Her head lifted off the pillow and she groaned in pleasure. Turning around she looked at me then at the bottle buried in her ass. I smiled. Part 2 soon to come.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she sighed and hung her head down in defeat after throwing the soiled rags in the washer at her job. She’d accepted that she was in love with her coworker Drew and more than anything it was her sex drive taking over. All she wanted was a night or two of him just pounding her till she was sore or her just riding him till he begged her to stop. “Hey do you want to come see this X-ray? There’s a cool fracture along the tibia” Drew said, poking his head around the corner. Alice jumped and looked at him wide eyed before grinning, hoping he didn’t catch the little glint of crush mode in her eyes. “Sure, Can I have a second though? I want to get this load started so laundry doesn’t back up”, Alice said smiling. “Sure” Drew said, smiling and going back to the X-Ray machine. Alice closed her eyes and took in the smell of his cologne, musk mixed with the right about of spice. She didn’t know what he wore but it was enough for her to always want to stand around him. She finished her load and walked in to find Drew and the Doctor going over the X-Ray, he was right. The fracture was nice and clean and it looked like it Made the perfect lightning bolt. “I’ll let the owners know and give them some options for their little dog, then we’ll go from there”. The doctor turned and squeezed Alice’s shoulder as he walked out. Alice turned back to Drew as he began creating the file for the owners. “What do you think of the fracture? Didn’t I tell you it was cool?” Drew asked, glancing over his shoulder at Alice as she gazed at the image. “Yeah, you were right”. Alice replied, letting her mind drift off as Drew began explaining what the doctor was hoping the owners would agree to: It was the day she walked in to get her application for the clinic that she saw Drew. He was tall, bearded (Alice falling in love with just about any guy with a beard), and had this laugh that just made her look up from the application. She automatically felt the stir in her loins and she knew she wanted to fuck him. It wasn’t until she officially started one weekend that she finally introduced herself to Drew, he was working the same shift she was and they were waiting for the last customer to come in, provided a customer showed up at all. She just couldn’t help but imagining pulling him into a back room and pushing her lips against his, feeling their lips lock perfectly as he reaches down and caresses her ass, slowly sliding his hands up underneath her shirt.. cupping her breasts and thumbing over the nipples.... “Alice? Are you coming or what” Alice snapped back into reality and looked at Drew, who was smiling and laughed. “You okay? You’ve been daydreaming a lot lately it seems” Drew ruffled her hair as he walked past her, making the hand motion to follow him to the surgery prep station to wait for the doctors word about starting the operation. After the surgery Alice was going over her surgical notes with Drew to make sure she had written down everything correctly. “Nice job, The Doctor will be pretty happy with these” Drew said, printing out the notes. Alice finally, with out thinking asked Drew the most bold question she thought she could ever ask him. “Hey, would you like to get coffee sometime? There’s a new coffee shop downtown and I thought I’d give it a try” after the words left her mouth she froze and just kind of looked at Drew. Drew glanced at her stunned before grinning. “Sure, how about lunch?” Alice smiled and agreed and began impatiently waiting for lunch. When lunch rolled around Drew and Alice got into his truck and drove the 5 minutes downtown to try the new coffee shop and hopefully grab some lunch. After ordering and a quick argument about who would pay, Drew and Alice sat down to large coffees and a couple bagels an just began talking. “Alice, you don’t have to pay me back it’s okay” “Drew, I’d like to. I asked you to coffee, which kinda means I intended on paying” “Alright alright, you can pay me back if it’ll make you feel better” “How though?” Alice asked, taking a sip from her coffee and tapping her leg up and down. Drew took a bite out of his bagel and looked up in thought; not really sure how she could repay him till he had an idea. “Alice, I think I know a way but it involves having me to ask some personal questions, are you okay with that?” Alice nodded and took another sip from her coffee before taking a bite out of her bagel, she dreaded when he said statements like this because she was always concerned he’d ask about her crush on him. “Okay, well 1. We have a couple hours of lunch, so would you be willing to take a drive? And 2. I know you’ve got at least a little of a crush on me, and I adore it. Would you like to maybe do a little heavy petting? I figure your daydreams have consisted of me doing you in the back room”. Alice choked on her drink and stared at him wide eyed. She couldn’t believe that he had just asked her that question but god dammit her pussy instantly started to get wet. She started stammering an answer when Drew reached across the table and took her hand. “Come on Alice, we can go slow if you’d like or not at all, it’s your choice”. Drew got up and offered his hand out to Alice, she took it sheepishly and walked out to his truck once again, her pussy growing wetter by the second and she couldn’t believe Drew had just asked her to fool around. They got into his truck and drove a little ways out of town to his apartment and he led her upstairs. She was growing anxious, this was going to be her chance to fuck this man. When they got into his apartment Drew closed the door behind Alice and pushed her against the wall, pulling her into him and kissing her deeply. She was shocked at first but went with it. She carefully reached her arms behind his neck and pulled herself into him. She felt his hands slide down her back and grip her ass, pulling up and gripping tighter. She locked her lips against his again and gently pushed her tongue in and danced it around with his, he groaned and slid his hands around her front and groped her chest. Alice couldn’t believe this was happening but she was relishing it. She reached down and began to rub her hand on his cock, and groaned at the bulge that filled her hand completely. She slowly tried to undo his pants, trying not to overstep boundaries when he reached down and finished it for her. When he dropped his boxers Alice’s eyes widened again, his cock was at least 10 inches and she was ready to pounce. Alice dropped to her knees and pulled his head into her mouth and instantly pulled it into the back of her throat. She reached up and began to play with his balls, rubbing one then rubbing the other. Drew groaned and leaned back against the wall, looking down and wrapping his hands in her hair, pushing his cock into the back of her throat and listening to her gag. “Yes Alice, yes” Drew breathed out from his teeth, grabbing the back of her head and beginning to fuck her face. He groaned louder and louder as he felt his cock going further and further down her throat, looking down into her eyes that were submissively staring up at him. “Ah fuck” he sighed and as he felt his load shoot down her throat he felt her take his sac into her mouth and began swallowing. He wasn’t feeling teeth and was impressed that she had swallowed without him asking. He felt her pull off and a hand wrap around his limp but growing again penis. He looked down and pulled her up, kissing her deeply once again before leading her to the bedroom. Drew threw her onto the bed playfully and laid beside her, kissing her gently before grazing his lips down her neck and began feeling her chest up once again. He groped one breast then the other before Alice took his hand and slid it inside her shirt. She felt him twist her nipples gently before ripping her shirt open and pulling her bra down. Drew looked up at her and asked if she was feeling alright, Alice, turned on and ready for him to ravage her nodded. He then pushed her chest together and buried his face in between them. He sucked on one nipple while playing with the other. Alice started writing in excitement, having men play with her chest was the biggest turn on in the world. Alice gasped loudly when she felt a hand go inside her pants and tense up slightly. Drew smiled against her boob when he felt she wasn’t wearing any panties and was already soaking wet. He pulled away and went down on her, pulling her legs open and instantly stuck two fingers in, curling them in a “come here” motion while he began sucking and licking her clit. Alice moaned as she felt her pussy tighten then couldn’t help but cry out when the orgasm hit. The orgasm was intense and Drew wasn’t letting it die down, he continued to finger her until she was out of breath and lying limp next to him. Alice looked at him with lust filled eyes before looking down at his again hard cock. She wasted no time and laid him back while straddling him and slowly slid down, feeling every inch go inside her tight little pussy. Drew closed his eyes and melted into the bed, he had this pretty little girl all over him and she was pretty bold in showing what she wanted. Alice leaned down and gently placed a kiss on his lips, softly pulling his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbling while she rocked her hips against his. Before Alice recognised it, Drew pushed his hips up so that her clit was grinding against his pubic bone, and it sent her into another explosive orgasm. When Drew felt her pussy tighten he reached up and grabbed her throat, pulling her down closer to his body and wrapped his other arm around her, and began pounding her. He felt the familiar surge of liquid around his dick and took it as a chance to fuck her even harder. He was a little scared that maybe he was being a little to rough on Alice but her whimpers and moans of pleasure told him he was just fine. He let go of Alice and let her catch her breath, she was shaking and groaning but her eyes begged him to keep going. Drew took Alice and had her get on her hands and knees on his bed, then grabbed her hair and pulled it back, making her tilt her head back as well. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a submissive gal like you” Drew whispered as he slid his cock back inside. Alice whimpered as she began bouncing her ass back against Drew, enjoying the feeling of his head hitting her cervix with every thrust. Drew slapped her ass as hard as he could and thrust in against hers. He felt that familiar build up in his loins and began thrusting harder. He let out a loud groan as he thrust in one more time and felt his load shoot out all over the wall of Alice’s vagina. What surprised him though was Alice had one more orgasm at the same time, which through both of them into a hyperventilated state. Drew laid down on his bed and held out an opening arm, having Alice curl up against him. He tilted her head up and kissed her gently, hugging her against him. “Thank you sweetie, I needed this” Drew whispered before winking. Alice smiled and offered a soft giggle “I should be thanking you love. That was the most intense thing I’ve had yet”. Drew smiled and pulled her closer, taking in the smell of sweet sex they had just made and enjoyed the idea that this, wouldn’t the last time he did Alice.

As I mentioned in my previous stories my wife, Wendy, and I have enjoyed a very passionate sex life over the years. Wendy was always extremely inventive, uninhibited and extremely sexy. Through her I had developed a exciting interest of her in school knickers. She told be early in our relationship how she used to love wearing them both at home and at school which was, I believe, a little unusual among young ladies of her age. But she found them both warm, snug and sexy. Plus they were lovely to masturbate in she reckoned. And she should know! A number of incidents in our love life stand out some of which I’d like to relate to you. A couple of weeks after we met Wendy’s flatmates took a weekend off from filming (Wendy is an actress) and went home leaving Wendy with the ‘digs’ to herself. She invited me round for a few hours together on the Saturday. On arrival Wendy was in her dressing gown and said to me ‘You seem a bit overdressed.’ She promptly took off her gown and was totally naked. It was the first time I’d ever seen her that way and what a fantastic sight she was. With her firm, and quite large, breasts and her shaved pussy I had an almost immediate erection. ‘I think you’d better strip off quickly,’ she said, ‘because I’m desperate for a fuck!’. She helped me the undress, squeezing then sucking my cock till it was almost bursting. Laying down on her bed, Wendy, wasn’t quite in the mood for much foreplay and was sitting on my cock within moments. Rampant as she was it didn’t take her very long to reach, what I thought was, her first orgasm of the day. Riding my cock, manipulating it around inside her pussy she came spectacularly. Shaking and moaning she gradually let the orgasm subside. ‘Sorry darling,’ she said. ‘I’ve been thinking about fucking you for ages. I’ve already wanked myself in my navy school knickers three times before you arrived! But, here’s me being very selfish and not letting you cum. Yet! I’ve got a bit of a plan which you might quite like. Our sex life, so far, have used my school knickers to a very good effect, I think, they obviously arouse you and, as a consequence, also arouse me you may have noticed! I’ve got three pairs of knickers here. Three different colours; navy blue, bottle green and maroon which I want you to see you spunk on, one way or another, whilst you’re here.’ And so saying she took the three pairs of knickers from under her pillow. ‘I’ll model them for you and you can decide what order you ‘stain’ them in.’ She got off the bed and proceeded to slip into the first pair, the navy blue ones. ’These are the ones I’ve wanked in already today. Have a feel, especially in the pussy area.’ I did as I was told. Not only was the sight of them on her so exciting - and my very erect cock bore testament to that - but just feeling the lovely, soft material and in particular her very moist gusset was almost tipping me over the edge. ‘I don’t think I can hold myself back much longer,’ I told her. ‘Your cock does look so engorged, so red with your lovely purple glans so, so swollen I think we’d better see to you now!’ she replied. Laying down along side me on the bed she snuggled right into me gently rubbing her be-knickered lower body against me. She, again gently, took hold of my cock and began a very slow wank. As I already mentioned to her I was already pretty worked up and couldn’t hold back. Working my spurting cock against her navy knickers she watched, intently, all my cum spraying out. ‘I love to see you spurt, darling,’ she said. ‘That’s so lovely. That’s one pair dealt with. Two more to go. Getting up off the bed she asked if I’d like something to drink? She had a bottle of wine open so we both got ourselves a glass to drink all the while she parading around in her spunk (my spunk!) covered knickers. It was just so, so sexy. ‘OK,’ she said after a little while ‘I’ll give you a little time to get your breath back and build your spunk up again. In the meantime I’m going to change these sodden knickers for a different pair. I fancy putting on the maroon pair next. OK?’ ‘That’s fine.’ I replied. She looked so wonderful in the maroon knickers too. Tight, and full waisted, soft and sexy. ‘OK, its your turn to pleasure me for a while,’ she said. And so saying she positioned herself astride my head so her pussy, beautifully contained within her knickers, was right over my mouth. ‘Start licking me and gently chewing my pussy, darling,’ she instructed. As usual, it didn’t take her long to start writhing a little with the pure pleasure of it and when she pulled aside the leg of her knickers I was able to start licking her now exposed pussy. Her very swollen, open pussy. Wet and ready for another cum. Whilst I was working on Wendy’s pussy my cock had swollen to it’s full height. A situation not unnoticed by Wendy. As she got nearer her orgasm she began to shake as it began to take over. But Wendy had decided she didn’t want to be licked to a climax she wanted a cocky cum. She quickly changed position and slid down on my very welcoming cock. Her cum came almost immediately. She writhed, shook and moaned until she collapsed against me my cock still firmly embedded in her vagina. ‘Wow,’ she eventually said, ‘That was brilliant. But I think I need to go again. Sorry. But you might be ready for your second cum too. Yes?’ ‘I think I might. You’re just so, so sexy I just feel like cumming and cumming!’ I replied. With that, Wendy, started to move slowly on my impaled cock. Manipulating my cock inside her already pretty ravished pussy she was really enjoying the sensation. So was I! Slowly, ever so slowly Wendy rode my cock and I could feel us both nearing our orgasms. ‘Remember to take your cock out before you cum darling,’ she reminded me, having not taken any other precautions. Then, from her, the first shake as her orgasm started to overwhelm her. And she came! I wasn’t far behind. ‘I’m about to cum, Wendy,’ I told her as I slipped my cock out of warm and juicy pussy. Taking my cock in her hand she wanked me quickly and I came all over the front of her maroon knickers! We lay together with our arms around each other for a little while as our orgasms settled. ‘I think we need a bit of a break now. Do you?’ she asked. ‘A little bit of something to eat?’ ‘That would be good. She stood up and leaving her knickers on - still covered in my spunk - she simply put on a white school type blouse. She looked very, very erotic like that. Spunk covered maroon knicks with a blouse coming down to just below her waist. ‘I suppose I’d better put some clothes of too,’ I said. ‘Just put your jumper on so I can see your cock all the time,’ she suggested. So that’s what I did. For a short while we just sat around and chatted but neither of could take our eyes of each other. Wendy seemed totally absorbed with my penis whilst I was equally as taken with her spunky knickers. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘I guess there’s just one pair of knickers to go now.’ She slipped off her present knicks and replaced them with the bottle green ones. Still wearing her blouse she still created a stunning and erotic picture to me. And my cock thought so too! Wendy walked towards me and held on gently to my cock. ‘Right,’ she said, ‘for our next little session I’d like you to masturbate me whilst I do the same for you.’ Lets lay on the bed again. We did so and Wendy lay on her back, pulled aside her knicker leg so I could get my hand through and on to her pussy. She was already excited again as I started to carefully and gently wank her. At the same time she reached for my cock and started to wank me. It was so very erotic that Wendy started to come straight away and this time with almost a howl she came. I started to remove my hand but she said just leave it there for the moment, ‘I think I’ll need another cum soon.’ ‘Wow,’ I said, ‘You’re insatiable today.’ ‘You’re so right. I just can’t get enough of you and your fabulous cock!’ Still stroking the said cock I was heading, slowly, towards my third cum. ‘Please, start wanking me again my darling, I’m ready.’ So I started once more to gently ease my fingers into her pussy and on to her engorged clitoris. It didn’t take that long until Wendy started to moan and shake once more as her orgasm approached. Likewise, my cock was heading the same way as Wendy wanked me off against her bottle green knickers. The softness of the knicker material and the firmness of Wendy’s hand soon produced the desired effect and I started to spray my spunk at her. She directed the flow onto the front of her knickers and, whilst she did that, her own orgasm hit her. Clinging to me hard she writhed and moaned for quite a while then lay back exhausted. ‘I think that was the best cum I’ve ever had,’ she said. ‘And I’ve certainly had a lot of good ones today!’ As far as I was concerned every cum I’d had was just sensational. I’m loved everyone of them and although we were both spent we were determined that they wouldn’t be the last ones we enjoyed together. We dressed, Wendy still leaving on her spunk soaked green knickers, and went to the local pub for a well deserved drink. And all the time I couldn’t put out of my mind that Wendy was sitting next to me wearing green school knickers covered in my drying spunk and nobody else in the pub knew that! What an erotic thought. And, of course, her aim to have my spunk of three pairs of her school knickers had been accomplished. A bit of clothes washing might be required in her flat now I guess! Not long after we were married I had a birthday. Wendy, as a minor actress, was ‘resting’ at the time and was at home most days. As I left for work that morning she told me there would a special treat for me when I came home. I was so excited with that thought that I could barely concentrate on my work that day because I knew when she mentioned a ‘special treat’ it was likely to involve a heavy bout of sex. Sure enough, when I returned home Wendy was in her navy blue gymslip, white blouse, tie, stockings and suspenders. She had poured me a gin and tonic and led me into our front room. The curtains were drawn and she’d placed two dining chairs opposite each other. ‘Right love,’ she said, ‘take of all your clothes and sit on one of the chairs.’ I did so then she said, ‘Now I don’t want you to move from your chair so I’m going to tie to to it. Is that ok?’ ‘Yesss!’ I said apprehensively, ‘I think so.’ As she started to tie me up she explained that ever since we had our first encounter in a film studio a few years ago she had always loved to watch me cum. To spurt out my spunk was just so, so sexy for her. It really turned her on. She sat down on the opposite chair after getting me firmly secured. At this point my cock was slightly aroused at what was going to happen to me. Wendy opened her legs to show me she was wearing a lovely pair of soft, navy blue school knickers. ‘I’ve been dressed like this all day,’ she told me.’And I’ve been so excited with what I’m going to do to you today that I’ve wanked myself six times in these knickers!’ My cock twitched. ‘What I’m going to do now is get you so aroused that when you cum for me it’ll be the most explosive cum you’ve ever had. And that’s saying something,’ she added. She proceed to lift up her gymslip and removed her knickers. Walking over to me she said, ‘Can you smell my sex on these lovely knickers, darling?’ She held them to my nose, rubbed them gently on my face then teasingly against my very, very engorged cock. She returned to her chair, opened her legs wide once again and started to gently rub her shaved pussy (she’d always shaved her pussy she once told me). Gradually, she started to rub her pussy more vigorously. The view of her actions from across the room was just so sexy my cock grew even bigger. By now her pussy was really swollen whilst some of her pussy juices were starting to leak out of it. ‘Do you like watching me wank myself, darling?’ She knew I did! ‘I’m on the verge of cumming. Would you like to see me cum, my love?’ With that she advanced across the room, still stroking her pussy. Stationing herself astride me so I could get a good view she totally surprised me as she lowered herself quite quickly onto my very rampant cock. The feeling was absolutely exquisite but I didn’t get much time to enjoy it because Wendy started her orgasm. She just sat there impaled on my cock and started to shake. After a few moments she pulled herself off my cock and let the rest of her orgasm continue to rip through her. ‘Wow, I enjoyed that,’ she said , ‘Now did your cock I wonder?’ She gently gripped it, holding it, inspecting and placed a kiss on its very swollen end. By now I was almost bursting to cum and, Wendy, realising that started to slowly, ever so slowly, to lick, suck and stroke it with the knickers she had recently discarded. (The ones that she’d had six cums in that day!). Bringing me close to my orgasm then stopping for a few moments then starting again. Eventually, I couldn’t be held back any longer and, Wendy, realising that wanked me so hard, and with such a firm grip on my cock, that, just as she wished my spunk shot out. Flying feet into the air and some of my cum nearly hit the opposite wall. ‘That was some cum, darling.’ she said. ‘Just what I wanted to see. It’s so very sexy watching you squirt. I think we’ll need to go to bed for while, now, because I think I’ll need another cum myself.’ We spent the next hour or so continuing to please each other. Me, licking her pussy until she came on my face. Her sucking my cock until I had my second big cum of the day in her mouth. What a magnificent Birthday that was. As I’ve said, Wendy, really enjoyed our sex games centred around her variously coloured school knickers and I’d often come home from work to find her in a pair of them with a pale blue aertex shirt on top. No bra of course so just the sight of her magnificent breasts swaying beneath her shirt. Dressed like that I always knew what this meant! Sex! On one day, in particular, she was dressed in bottle green knickers and her pale blue top. I gave her a kiss and embraced her as soon as I came through the door. ‘Hi, sexy,’ I said, ‘And what have you got in mind I wonder?’ ‘Well,’ she said, ‘I’ve been a bit ‘excited’ today thinking about you coming home. I’ve already had to have a couple of wanks in these knickers but I need a good fucking!’ “OK, think I can provide you with that!’ Wendy’s hand went straight to my cock which, as usual, was already starting to swell in my trousers as it always did when when seeing her dressed as she was. As I stripped off, Wendy, worked away at my cock. I fondled her breasts over and under her aertex shirt then slipped my moistened fingers down inside the front of her bottle green school knicks and started to masturbate her. She must have been in a pretty rampant mood because she fairly quickly turned round, pulled her knickers down to her thighs and said, ‘Please take me from behind.’ She bent over and I started to insert my fully engorged cock into her swollen and moist pussy. She came almost immediately with a little yelp of pleasure and said, ‘Just stay in there darling. I think I need more.’ I was delighted to hear that because I certainly fancied a big cum in that gorgeous pussy of hers. We had a lovely, loving and sensuous fuck until Wendy started to edge towards another cum. I was pretty much there myself and when Wendy’s orgasm started to happen it was enough to make me come as well. I seemed to be pumping and pumping spunk into for ages whilst Wendy continued to enjoy both her orgasm and mine. Eventually, I took my cock out and Wendy turned to face me. She pulled up her knickers a little and started to open up her pussy with her fingers. Within seconds a stream of my spunk began to flow from her and dribbled onto the gusset of her green knickers. Inserting her fingers into her pussy she continued to pull out as much cum as she could. When she reckoned she removed as much of my seed as possible she carefully slid her knickers off. Inspected the great globs of spunk then, looking very directly at me, proceeded to suck the spunk from the knickers’ gusset. That was just so very, very sexy of her but, as I’ve already said she’s rather inventive is Wendy.

Alice laid back breathless, looking over at her newest craving Brent as he laid beside her smiling. She smiled back and blissfully thought back to when they first met and how they got to this position now. It had been months since Alice and Drew happened. And he had moved on with his life since then, leaving Alice hungry looking for another man to play with. She felt like a wolf stalking its prey because she was so careful at choosing her next partner. She locked her target the day she met Brent. Brent was an old manager of her college roommates previous job before she started college. He was a nice enough man, offering Alice drinks and places to crash when she first met him that night she and her roommate were looking to get drunk in her roommates hometown one weekend. Alice had been warned he would be a little perverted, which didn’t worry her since she and her roommate were also pretty perverted. When she walked into the apartment she was pretty amazed. There was a full liquor cabinet to the left of the entrance, a nice flat screen to the right with couches placed infront. Brent had ran to his computer directly infront of the entrance pushed against the wall, he spoke into his microphone that he had to cut out of the game early because he had company. Alice smiled as she noticed he was playing Dungeons and Dragons. Which Alice also enjoyed playing. She put a mental note that he might be potential if she ever chose to pursue him sexually. The next morning after a huge binge of all three drinking Alice and her roommate left Brent’s apartment to head back to their college town, of course after saying goodbye and thanking him for the place to crash. After they both went to her roommates house to grab their belongings and shower Alice got a text from a random number she didn’t recognise. She rolled with it assuming someone had gotten her number from a kid in the dorms they were staying at or something since she wasn’t exactly a stranger to random numbers. “Hey, I had a great time last night. I hope I can see you again! By the way this is Brent”. Alice smirked and asked how he got her number. She was pretty hammered last night so she pretty much knew she had probably given her number to him at some point last night. He responded confirming her belief that she had in fact, given him her number. After a few days of texting Alice learned Brent’s secret. That he was a sex addict and he loved to tie his partners up and have his way with him. Alice felt that familiar stir when she read the confession. She thought back to that afternoon and how she had wanted more. She realised this was a chance to get that again and she was ready to pounce. Alice confessed she was into similar scenarios and that’s when she and Brent made a plan to meet. After months of figuring out when a good time to meet would be they settled on a weekend that neither of them had to work nor Brent having any chance of any kind of company going over. Alice got into her car and headed down, thinking about how rough Brent was promising to be and she felt her pussy starting to get wet. She set her cruise control, and since she was an out of state driver it was practically part of her drivers ed to learn to drive with her knee. She undid her jeans and pulled them down slightly. She reached inside and played with the lacy lingerie she had bought for this day. It was black and was a one piece, barely covering her DD breasts and a thong like string covering her now wet pussy. Alice ran her fingers up and down this string, feeling her snatch wanting to have something, anything slide inside it. She bit her lip and reached over into the bag she had packed, and pulled out a little rabbit vibrator, she pulled the string to the side and moaned as her vibrator slid easily inside her. She turned it on low and kept it there, letting it slowly drag her into an orgasm... After about an hour of driving and 3 orgasms later Alice pulled up to Brent’s apartment, grabbing her bag she walked up the pathway to be greeted by Brent at the door. He smiled and welcomed her inside, kissing her temple on the way in. She set her bag down and turned to the 6’7” blonde man she would be spending the weekend with. She smiled and leaned up and placed a gentle kiss against his lips, and she felt her entire body light up with excitement. After getting settled in and a little bit of a more thorough tour of the apartment now Alice was sober, she and Brent ended up in his bedroom. Alice laid down on the bed and sunk in, it was a memory foam mattress, and Alice realised she was going to have some fun with this. Brent excused himself to go out and do something in the living room. Alice looked around seeing it was a nice little room. The bed was made and had black furry blanket covering the sheets, white drapes over the window, a black dresser with a tv on top. Alice decided to surprise Brent when he came back In and took off her top and jeans, laying back on the bed and positioning so her ass would be pushed up and pouted her lips... Brent was in the kitchen making them drinks. If he remembered correctly she loved the Moscow mules he had made the weekend they met. He looked down to see his cock was once again hard. He smiled as his cock had been hard multiple times today thinking about the young gal who was now in his bedroom. After tucking his cock into his waistband he picked up the drinks and walked back to the room. He hadn’t been laid in three years so he was hoping to last a while. He opened the door and stopped in the doorway, eyes widened as he stared at Alice covered in her skimpy lingerie. He felt his dick twitch and walked over the bed, offering her a drink and watching her move, seeing her large chest sway and her ass complement her body. After she took her drink and took a sip he did the same and offered his hand to take the drink and put it on the stand next to be bed. Afterwards he turned and looked at Alice. Alice smiled and motioned for him to sit down, he did and Alice began a sort of strip tease for him. Dancing on him and pressing her chest against him then pressing her ass against him. Brent reached up and got her to bend down, grabbing her hip and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her clit through the fabric, it made Alice quiver but she liked it. He reached under his pillow and brought out two pairs of black handcuffs. He showed them to Alice and raised his eyebrow, asking if he can use them. She nodded and he leaned down, handcuffing her wrists to her ankles. He repositioned her back up against him and began his torture. He took two fingers and ran them along the fabric covering Alice’s pussy. He could feel she had cum at least twice with the way the fabric was still damp and sticky. He could feel her shuttering then pulled the fabric aside and took a finger, sliding it in and out slowly of her. She groaned and moved a little but he pulled her back to the position and smacked her ass. He told her not to move and she’d get what she wants. He went back to her pussy, sliding two then three fingers in and began playing inside her. Swirling them around and sliding them in and out. Alice whimpered a little but let him do his thing. Reaching up with his other hand Brent places three fingers on her clit and began rubbing it in a circular motion. Alice whimpered a little harder and began whimpering louder. She could feel her orgasm coming on. Brent recognised the tightness of her pussy so he simply stood up and moved to the side, putting a hand on her hip and pulling her against him as he began rubbing her clit. Alice cried out as she was sent over the edge and felt herself squirt for the first time. It was intense and her legs quivered. That was the first time she had ever squirt and was a bit shaken up from how hard it had been. Brent leaned down and began sucking on her swollen clit, sliding his tongue around and sliding his fingers in and out of her. She groaned at the sensitivity and tried to pull away but he kept her against him. He talked into her clit before pulling away and repeating his question. “Do I have permission to have my way kitten”? “Yes daddy” Alice managed, looking at him with submissive eyes. “Are you going to behave?” Brent asked smiling maliciously. Alice nodded and he walked over to his closet, he pulled over the doors and opened a drawer that had been built in. He pulled out a dildo and a vibrator and turned to Alice. “I ordered these specifically to use on you” Brent said smiling. “And there’s plenty of more toys in the drawer”. He sat down on the bed in her cum and took ten dildo, using the tip to slide up and down her clit and smiling as she shuttered. He took the 12 inch cock and slammed it has hard as he could into Alice. She yelped a little but quieted down. He began slowly sliding it in and out of her, seeing her pussy grip the fake cock nicely. He then took the vibrator and turned it on, aiming for a middle consistent speed and placed it on her clit. Alice whimpered and tried to move but Brent ordered her to stay in a deep growl. Alice obeyed and whimpered harder, practically screaming as another large orgasm hit. Liquid surged around the vibrator and the dildo and Brent began fucking her harder with the dildo. Slamming it into her making her orgasm last longer. After what felt like minutes of her orgasming he took out the dildo and placed on the floor next to her. He put the vibrator on the bed and reached down, undoing her handcuffs. He stood up and had her stand up, she was still wobbly from her orgasms but she was still hungry for more. He cuffed her wrists together and ordered her to slide down onto the dildo, she complied by getting on her knees and sliding down onto the cock, she looked up up him waiting for her next orders. “Open your mouth you filthy little slut” she smiled and opened her mouth, he pulled out his cock which was at least the same size as the one inside of Alice, at least that’s what she judged. He put his cock in her mouth and grabbed the back of her head, sliding his cock into her throat and fucking her face brutally. He could hear her gag and smiled, looking down into those eyes that were borderline fear and borderline desire. He let up a little and let her suck him her own pace, ordering her to ride the dildo he had made her slide down on while doing so. She focused on his head while she rocked on the dido, before sliding up the fake one while her mouth slide down the real one. She continued this for a while, letting the pleasure build up for both of them. Brent groaned that he was going to cum and Alice pulled him into the back of her throat. When she felt his cock twitching she pulled up and focused on his head, swallowing everything he had. He braced himself on the dresser due to the fact that his legs were now wobbly. He smiled and ordered Alice up. She complied and he leaned down to kiss her deeply. He reached up and slid off her lacy lingerie to reveal perfectly round DD tits. He got on his knees and had Alice stand with her legs apart, he took one tit and began sucking on her nipple, while reaching up with one hand to fondle the other and his remaining hand to reach up and finger her clit. She tilted her head back and groaned loudly, she was on the verge of another orgasm when he stopped and pulled away. He planned on dragging hers out now. Brent ordered Alice on the bed, to lay down onto her back and have her legs spread. She complied and looks at Brent with submissive eyes, he smiled and got on his knees, planting his lips on her clit and began licking. He was tounging her and grabbed the vibrator on her side and turned it on once again, sliding it in and out of her twitching pussy. Alice whimpered and arches her back as another orgasm shot through her body, she struggled to speak as Brent kept sucking on her and playing with her cum. He finally let up after sending her into another orgasm through the sensitivity. After feeling like she’s had enough Brent stood up and teased her with his own dick. Sliding his head up and down the swollen clit before slamming his cock into her. He felt his knees buckle as he felt Alice’s pussy grip his cock tightly, he groaned and pulled out slowly, shuttering at how wet he had Alice. He looked up and met hungry eyes and he continued to slowly thrust in, feeling his cock getting stiffer. He grabbed Alice’s back and arched it, laying his head down and taking one of her breasts into his mouth he began tonguing her nipple, and nibbling on it while grinding into her, he felt her shiver and she began writhing begging Brent to fuck her harder. He never complied but kept the slow pace, feeling Alice tense up underneath him. He felt her entire body begin to shake as he felt her pussy tighten around him even more and felt the surge of liquids that followed, he looked up to see her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and she was breathless from another orgasm. He groaned as he felt his balls tighten and he pulled out not wanting to cum inside her just yet. He kissed up her neck and slowly planted a gentle kiss on her lips, she kissed back softly and he made eye contact. He could see she was still hungry for more but he knew she couldn’t last much longer. He laid back and brought her up to meet him. She was wobbly but she still managed to mount him and he began teasing her with his head. Every brush his head made with her clit he could feel it quiver, and the cum dripping down from her pussy was warm and heavenly, he stroked his cock for a little bit before having her slide down an inch onto it. She groaned and he continued to stroke himself, every time he got close to her clit he would slide his thumb back over if and feel her entire pussy and body shiver, he smiled and with out warning he slammed himself inside her. Alice gasped and tilted her head black, she was so much more wet and tight while on top that Brent couldn’t help it. He held his hips up and grabbed her throat, pulling her down towards him and began thrusting. She groaned louder and louder, practically screaming as Brent kept her on him by her throat with one hand and had his other pinching her nipples. She orgasmed again and this time Brent couldn’t have pulled out if he had tried. He felt his cock swell and then surge up, he couldn’t tell whose cum was whose as he watched it all slide down his cock every time she slid up, he smiled and relaxed, letting her go and she fell to his side, smiling and reaching down playing with their mixed cum. She was tired and fulfilled, she knew she was going to enjoy this weekend as she laid back breathless and began to imagine how she had met Brent...

In the late 1960s I was working at a Film Studio in Buckinghamshire whilst on vacation from my University. My job was, basically, as a ‘gopher’. I never knew from one day to the next what I would be asked to do. The film that was in production when I was working there was a comedy featuring, among other things, lots of actresses and extras dressed as school girls. One day, in the middle of July, I was asked to take an upgraded *********** to one of the young ladies who had not been required on set until slightly later than some of her colleagues. With revised *********** in hand I trotted round to one of the cast’s caravans and knocked on the door. ‘Come in,’ came the voice from inside so in I went. What I faced when I got in there was rather fantastic and led to one of the most exciting days I ever had in my life. The young actress, Wendy, was on her own sitting across an armchair dressed in her costume of gymslip, shirt, tie, black stockings and suspenders. With her legs lifted high across the other arm of her chair a large amount of her navy blue school knickers were on show. She made no attempt to change position or pull down her gymslip to cover her knickers. I could hardly take my eyes of the sight I beheld! ‘Hi,’ she said, ‘Can I help?’ I passed her the revised *********** and told her that she would be required on set in about an hour’s time. She thanked me and we started to have a chat. She turned out to only a couple of years older than me and this was only the second film she’d been involved with since leaving Drama School. During all the time we were talking she never changed position and I just couldn’t take my eyes off her navy knickers. She’d noticed. And asked why I kept looking at her knickers and, very embarrassed and rapidly turning bright red, I told her that I’d always been fascinated by them when I was at school when it was so common to see girls playing netball and other sports just in their knickers and a shirt. And although they were a common sight I’d never been in any position to have touched them, stroked them or anything like that. It was simply a view from afar. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘this might be your lucky day!’ Getting up off the armchair she stood in front to me, turned round and lifted up her gymslip so it was round her waist. The view was fantastic. Tightly stretched navy blue knickers over a pert bottom was simply so gorgeous to feast my eyes on. ‘How do you like the view then? she asked. ‘It’s fantastic, thank you so much,’ I replied. ‘Well, I think you go a little further. Would you like to feel them?’ ‘Yes, I’d love to if that’s ok.’ ‘Thats’s fine. I think you’ll enjoy the feel of them. And I’m sure I’ll enjoy having you feel them too.’ Tentatively, I lay my hand on her knicker clad bottom. Wow! The feel of them was just amazing. Warm, soft and almost ‘fluffy’. The sensation was just incredible. The fact that my cock was now so swollen in my trousers was testament to how the sight and feel was affecting me. ‘Are you enjoying that? she asked. ‘It’s just so lovely. Very, very sexy. Something I’ve always dreamed about but never thought would happen. Thank you so much.’ ‘Not at all. But wouldn’t you like to feel the front of my knickers too? Come closer. Snuggle up against my back then you can reach round and feel the front of them. OK?’ I did as I was told! And it must have been pretty obvious to her that I was somewhat aroused. ‘Mmm, I see I’m having a bit of an effect on a part of your anatomy. Well, you’re not alone. It’s turning me on too. Would you like to stroke me in between my legs a bit please. Just feel how the knickers cling to my rather excited pussy.’ She continued for a little while to gently rub her knicker-clad buttocks against the rather engorged bulge of cock in my trousers. Taking hold of my right, stroking, hand she lifted it and put some of my fingers in her mouth. Then pulling the front of her knickers away from her body a little she moved my hand down inside her knickers. Down to her, very swollen, pussy and then manipulated my fingers onto and into her pussy. ‘Just stroke my pussy, please. Nice and slowly. Into my pussy and up onto my swollen clit,’ she instructed. The feeling, from my point of view, was sensational. Her pussy was not only very swollen it was also very, very wet. After a very short time Wendy started to start to gasp a little; shake a little and writhe a little as her orgasm hit her. Holding her nice and tight it was so lovely to experience the joy of her orgasm as it gradually subsided. “Wow! Phew!’ she said, ‘That was fabulous.’ She gave me a wonderful kiss and said ‘Well, one good turn deserves another.’ She went to the door of the caravan and locked it. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘take off your trousers and underpants.’ I did what I was a told but felt a bit self-conscious about my, still very erect, cock. Wendy came over to me, bent down and kissed the head of my penis, stood up and, reaching under her gym slip, removed her knickers. ‘You did say that you often wondered how navy blue knickers felt so I’m going to put them on you.’ So saying she put my feet, one by one, into her knickers and gradually pulled them up. When she got them up as far as my, even more engorged, cock the feeling running through me was sensational. Stroking the soft, warm (and damp gusseted) navy knicks against the most sensitive part of my cock I nearly came straight away. ‘Just hold on a little while longer,’ she said, ‘I’m just going to give you a gentle rub through my knickers until you cum. But let me know when you’re about to cum because I love to see a man’s spunk dying out of his cock. OK?’ ‘Mmm,’ I replied almost fainting with the pure, overwhelming sensual feeling running through me. She got hold of my cock through the material and, gently, but firmly started to wank me. I don’t know how long she was doing it for because I was in total ecstasy! Seconds later, it seemed, I said to her that I was cumming. She quickly lowered the elastic waist of the knickers and grabbing hold of my naked cock continued to rub and squeeze it. I exploded. My spunk shot out of my cock and flew out over the caravan floor. Some dribbled onto her knickers for which I apologised. ‘Don’t worry I’ll just wipe off later. Mind you that was some cum. Wow!! I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much nor seen it fly so far.’ Slowly, she removed the knickers from around my cock. Inspected them and slipped them back on herself. After I’d put my clothes back on we had a little kissing and cuddling as we both caught our breath. ‘Would you fancy meeting up again,’ I asked. ‘Maybe let me take you out for a meal and, say, the pictures? What do you think?’ ‘I think I’d really like do to that. Thank you,’ she replied. We arranged to meet up a couple of days later. I would call for her at the digs she was sharing with another couple of actors from the film. After having, I think, a Berni Inns’ meal, we popped into the local cinema. I hadn’t been to the pictures for some time and I didn’t think I’d ever been in this cinema before. Wendy had though and knew that there were a number of double seats in there. (Seats where there wasn’t any arm between the seats!). She found one. It was really quite quiet in the place and we seemed to be well away from anyone else. What the film was I’ve no idea because I don’t think either one of us watched more that a few minutes of it. Initially, I held her hand and that turned into a kissing session. A few minutes of that and Wendy took my hand in her’s and slipped it under her skirt. ‘Guess what I’m wearing for you today,’ she asked. ‘Maroon school knickers today. I know you rather like them so please have a good rummage around under there and see if you can find something to play with.’ Needless to say after a few moments running my hand over the outside of the knicks I managed to slip my hand up her knicker leg and onto and into her swollen (and hairless. I can’t remember if she had a shaved pussy when we had our first encounter!) pussy. As previously instructed I started to stroke her pussy gently. At the same time Wendy started to squeeze my hard cock through my trousers. She must have been very excited about this our second encounter because she started to shake with her orgasm quite quickly. Clinging onto both me and my cock she moaned and shook whilst I slowed down my manipulation of her, now very moist and swollen, pussy. She gasped, ‘You do that so well! Wow. It’s just so lovely.’ After she’d got her breath back we cuddled up whilst she unbuttoned my flies. Taking my rather rampant cock in her hand she started to gently wank me. It was lovely - far too lovely in fact - because I could feel the beginning of my orgasm. ‘We’ll have to be careful. If I cum like I did the other day there’ll be spunk everywhere!’ I said. ‘Don’t worry darling’, she replied, ‘I’ve got a solution.’ Letting go of my cock for a short while she pulled up her skirt and grabbing my cock again she manoeuvred it up the leg of her maroon school knickers and started to wank me through the knicker material again. The feeling was absolutely wonderful and within seconds I exploded. Wendy squeezed my cock as I came and I just pumped and pumped my spunk inside her knickers. ‘Enjoy that?’ she asked with a beaming smile. ‘It was super lovely,’ I replied. And it was. The thought of Wendy sitting next to me with her knickers full of my spunk whilst it soaked into the maroon material was a very erotic thought. After calling in for a quick drink at a local pub after leaving the cinema we started to walk back to her digs. On the way we knew that there was a small copse of trees which may afford us some privacy whilst we had a final snog of the day. With both of us still pretty sexually excited one thing led to another and leaning against a tree I started stroking Wendy’s pussy, and her my cock. Within a few minutes both of us well worked up she guided me into her very moist and swollen pussy up her knicker leg. Both of us were really quite aroused it didn’t take long for Wendy to start cumming once more. And, although I wasn’t quite so close it wouldn’t take me much longer. ‘You’d better take your cock out before you start to cum, darling, seeing we’re not taking any precautions.’ ‘OK,’ I said, ‘I think I’m about there now.’ As quick as a flash she had my cock out of her pussy and wanked me quickly against the front of her knickers. Those knickers certainly took some hammer that day and over the years as a married couple with had lots and lots of fantastic sex sessions together. Sometimes with school knickers sometimes not. But my wife certainly not only thoroughly enjoyed sex but also a vivid imagination when it came to role playing. I often thought that her acting back ground helped! Who knows? Anyway, some of our favourite sessions may be worth relating some other day…

Not long into my relationship with Wendy, when it had become pretty apparent how much school knickers played such a big part in her enjoyment of sex I asked her if she knew why she got such a kick out of wearing them when a lot of girls couldn’t wait to move on to wearing more fashionable underwear. And although Wendy did have quite an exotic and sexy amount of underwear herself her school knicker sessions used to give her so much more pleasure. It all became so much clearer when she explained … ‘When I was at school in my mid teens I had an experience that became instrumental in the way my sex life developed,’ she said. ‘It had become a bit of a naughty game amongst some of the older boys to creep up behind a girl, carefully reach up under her gymslip and quickly pull down her navy blue knickers (which were our regulation underwear when at school). That, basically, was as far as it went most times. The boys ran away whilst the girl simply pulled her knickers up again. It was somewhat annoying and we didn’t find it very funny. ‘About six girls in our class had suffered this great ‘joke’ but it hadn’t happened to me until one day in the run up to Christmas. I was in our classroom, on my own, leaning against the windowsill looking out of the window during lunchtime when I felt a pair of hands grabbing and pulling down my knickers. In my effort to try and grab them before they were fully pulled down I stumbled forward which allowed the perpetrator to fully whip my knickers off completely. I tried to quickly turn and see who had got my knickers but whoever it was was quickly disappearing through the classroom door. I ran to the door of the classroom but there were so many boys, all dressed the same in school uniform, thronging the corridor I had no idea who’d taken my knickers. I felt extremely uncomfortable walking around knowing I was naked beneath my gymslip but was just grateful that I didn’t have PE that afternoon, which we always had to do in our knickers or, for that matter, a knicker inspection (in which we had to lift our skirts to prove we were wearing the correct, regulation knickers). I was also somewhat embarrassed by my predicament not knowing who had taken my knicks and didn’t feel that it was something I could really report to a teacher. I just hoped I could safely get home and get a new pair on without anybody noticing. ‘When I returned to my classroom, after afternoon break, I opened my desk to get out a textbook for my next lesson when I noticed that my knickers had been returned. I picked them up and slipped off to the girls toilets to put them back on again. The funny thing was that they felt damp. Odd! However, when I got into the toilet cubicle I looked closely at them and was amazed to see that they appeared to by covered in what I presumed (not having had any personal experience of it thus far in my life — though some of my friends had — and explained what it looked like) was boy’s spunk. In fact, after closer examination, there appeared to be evidence of at least six separate ejaculations on them. I slipped my knickers back on and, although still damp, the thought of six cocks using my navy knickers to wank into was just so mind-blowingly erotic. ‘At that time in my life I had just started to experiment with masturbation. I’d just had the one, fairly low-key, self- conscious and guilt ridden orgasm but felt, strongly, that there was definitely more to ‘come’. Sitting in class the rest of that afternoon there was only one thing on my mind and that was to get home as soon as school finished and have a wank in my semen stained knickers. And that’s exactly what I did. However, I actually had to have three wanks so worked up was I. The whole idea of those boys cocks spurting their spunk onto the knickers I had been wearing was so overwhelmingly erotic I had weeks and weeks of wankings. Unfortunately, of course, I didn’t dare keep the ‘offended’ knickers and had to throw them in a dustbin the next day. I was sorry, in a way, but I just thought that if I’d put them in the laundry basket my mum could have asked a few very awkward questions! I never got to know who the boys were who’d soiled my knicks. I had my suspicions but that was as far as it went. I often caught myself looking at some of the boys and thinking ‘Were you one of them?’’ So that was the origin of Wendy’s ‘kinkiness’. It explained a lot. Especially, an experience I’d had with her not long into our relationship when I’d asked her if I could watch her masturbate? ‘Oh! Yes, I’d love that,’ she said, ‘No problem at all.’ Taking off her knickers she asked me, to ‘wank myself off into the knickers she’d been wearing while she did her little ‘demonstration.’ As it happened she’d been wearing navy blue knickers that day and we’d already had a brilliant lot of sex together so I was very happy to oblige her. Wendy was already pretty worked up by the eroticism of the situation and she had hardly started to rub her clit and insert her fingers into her pussy hole when she came. ‘That didn’t take long,’ I said, ‘I didn’t get much of a chance to see how you did it.’ ‘Sorry,’ she replied, ‘I’ll go a bit slower this time. And please spray loads your spunk on my knickers. I’ll be checking!’ And so she started working on herself once more. I watched intently as she slowly and gently teased her clitoris whilst inserting her fingers into her vagina. I, in the meantime, was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm cotton knickers wrapped around my cock. ‘I’m going to cum!’ I cried out. ‘Then so am I,’ she replied and worked a little more frantically at her pussy. I came spurting, so it seemed, load upon load of spunk into her knickers. Wendy, in the meantime, was experiencing quite a sensational orgasm too. After I finished cumming she took her knickers from me and examined them carefully. ‘Wow!,’ she said, ‘that was quite a cum from you.’ And, so saying, she started to suck some of the globules of spunk that hadn’t, as yet, soaked into the lovely navy blue material. And, I’d swear, she gave an apparent involuntary shiver as she orgasmed again! Certainly, her ‘love’ school knickers must have meant that getting offered a part in a film (or two films as it happened) and having to wear them must have been heaven sent for her. As far as I was concerned I couldn’t help but feel that I was the lucky one — finding myself in the right place at the right time — when I met her on that film set those few years ago. It also explained how much she enjoyed seeing me cum on her knickers, wank myself or have her wank me in them or on them. Furthermore, I could understand why she seemed to take extra delight in examining my spunk on her knickers. So many of our sex sessions were based on masturbation and, more often than not, resulted in the staining of her knickers that I can only assume it acted as a trigger to that incident, at her school, all those years ago.

The bonfires were almost ethereal, smoke curling thickly up higher and higher, vainly trying to obscure the moon. But nothing could cover the moon that night. It was full and bright, casting shadows that grew taller and more proud than the people they were made from. I sat on Slicker's tailgate, taking a deep a gulp from the Bud Ice I had in my hand. It was hot and muggy, and I was in a foul mood. Slicker was off getting laid somewhere. That was why we called him "Slicker" cause no one is slicker than him. Jim and Lady were making out on the cabin steps, lost in each other. I saw this and felt knives in my gut. I coulda killed Jim if he wasn't my friend. Damn parties. Why did I even go? Rock music blasted out of the house. I used to get into it and Randy Jackson always let me play Led Zeppelin and Lynyrd Skynyrd as loud as I wanted. Now it was Godsmack. Hate rock for my hate mood. I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag on it. "Oh fuck it!" I cursed, flicking the cigarette away. I didn't even like to smoke. They were Jims' smokes. There were hundreds of kids there at the Jackson cabin. About every teen from Redcreeck was there. I hated groups of people, they got on my nerves. I took another drink, thinking of Angela. Now there was a chick. 5'8" of tan, smooth beauty. Her blue/black shiny curls stretching down to her awesomely shaped ass. A gorgeous, toned body with a almost-latina like face. Eyes that could be hot as fire and cold as ice. She was the biggest bitch in the world, and I loved her more than anything, except maybe, Lady. Lady was just the opposite. She was short and fiery with blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Tan skin that covered strong little muscles crafted from farm chores. She was possibly the sweetest person in the world. And I couldn't have either. I didn't want Angela anymore, seeing as how she had problems staying with one guy. . . . . . . oh well. I got up and strolled over to the large cabin. Damnit, this sucked. I walked up the porch steps and entered the smoky confusion. I saw a large couch, moth-eaten and ugly. On it were two people kissing. I didn't recognize the guy on top, but I did recognize the blue/black hair curling off the edge and dusting the floor. I felt sick. Turning on my heel, I left the damn party, muttering, "Fucking idiots." to no one in particular. June 27, 7:45 a.m. I was enjoying the time of day before the sun really began to come out and make it hell on earth. I was cleaning my .22 mag. No scope, just plain iron sights. I heard a vehicle roaring closer and closer on the dusty gravel road. My house was the last one on the dead end road, so I figured it was for me. Way out in the field, there were shining targets set up on the fence posts. Pop cans up close, they were just shimmering dots on the horizon. I jacked a round into the chamber of my favorite rifle and sighed. I used to really get a kick out of this, but like everything else, it was just lousy anymore. I heard the truck stop in my driveway and the engine get killed. It was Slicker's truck. Loudly, I heard the radio keep giong. "Benny and the Jets" was playing. Damn Elton John. That song always got to me. Soon, Slicker came around to the back of the house. I turned to see him and Lady strolling closer. Turning back to the targets out on the flat land, I ignored them. Slicker called to me, "Hey Deadshot, I can't stay! The old man wants my help!" He said. I waved behind my head to him. "Alright, see ya round!" I answered. Soon I heard the truck start up again. Well what was the fucking point of even coming out if he was just gonna leave again?!? I shouldered my rifle and breathed out, eye focusing on the first pop can. Squeezing the trigger, I saw it fly off into the air. Satisfied, I loaded another round. I started to aim, when I felt a wave of bad mojo come over me. I put down the gun and buried my head in my hands. What the hell was wrong with me? I'd just finished high school, I was leaving for T.U. in two months! I should have been frikkin happy! What was going on? "Damn it! Damn it all to fucking hell!!" I screamed in rage. Why did I feel so shitty all the time? "You alright Deadshot?" I heard someone say to me. I spun around to see Lady, looking at me strangely. I felt a million emotions washing over me. Why did she have to look so damn pretty? "Yeah, I'm. . . . .I'm fine. It's just so hot. . . . . ." I muttered, trying to hide the love I was sure she could see in my eyes. She walked over and sat in the lawn seat beside me. I was fiddling with my gun uselessly, trying to find a way to dissapear. "What's been up with you lately, Deadshot?" She used my nickname. Everyone had always called me Deadshot, cause I'm a dead shot with guns. I hated when she called me that. It made me feel distant from her. I just shook my head. "C'mon, tell me. . . . .please?" She batted her eyelashes playfully. My stomache turned at the sight. I hated that too. She had no idea what I felt for her. "Save it." I snapped, getting up. I carried my gun inside and she followed. I could almost feel her indignation. Inside the air-conditioned darkness, I stowed my gun and walked into the living room. I flopped down on the couch and she followed, collapsing in an old armchair across from me. She was staring me. I did my best to stare back. I lost. "You didn't used to be this way, Deadshot, you-" She started, but at the sound of my nickname, I practically shouted at her, "Don't fucking call me that!" Shocking us both. I lowered my voice, "Call me by my name, please Lady." She had her sparkling blue eyes opened wide, "Okay, Will, what's the matter? When's the last time you came over, so just the two of us could hang out?" She asked, her eyes boring into my brain. I looked at her steadily. I wanted to say, Cause I love you, and I want to fuck you senseless. But instead, "I've been busy." I meekly offered. She looked at me hard and nodded. "Okay, Will, you wanna be an asshole, you be an asshole, I don['t have to deal with it." She said quietly, standing up and making to leave the room. I couldn't let her go feeling that way about me! Not knowing what else to do, I stood and grabbed her by the shoulders. "What the fuck-" that's all she got out before I pressed my lips against hers. She immediately fell into the kiss, her lips soft and pliant. It broke before I really had any time to really enjoy it. She stepped back and looked at me hard, breathing heavily. So she'd felt it too. "Is that. . . . ..is that it? Is that why you've been avoiding me, why we haven't gotten along?" She asked. I just nodded. This wasn't going well. She had a boyfriend for Christ's sake! I went over to the couch and sat down. "I don't know Lady, I can't help it." I said helplessly. She sat down beside me. She was about a foot shorter than me. God, she was so beautiful. "I thought you were still hung over Angela." She said. I nodded, "But in a different way. That's just. . . . .lust, I guess." I said in that same confused voice I hated. Lady looked at me, locking our eyes. "So you don't lust for me?" She asked. I opened my mouth, tried to answer, couldn't, closed it, opened it again. Christ, I felt like a fucking fish. She laughed. "I know you do, Will, I saw you staring at my tits when we went swimming last week. Thank God Jim didn't notice." She was smiling now. I laughed a little. Then her face got serious. She reached under the hem of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over her smooth tan torso, over a simple white bra and over her head, tousling her shiny blonde hair. I just stared at her in confusion. Of all things, I hadn't expected this. She kept her eye contact with me as she leaned in to my face. We were so close now. "Do you want me Will?" She asked. I stared at her. It was wrong. Jim was my friend. She didn't really love me. But, there was everything I wanted at that moment. I took it. I kissed her hard. My tongue slipped between her lips as I pushed her back on the couch. She put her hands on the back of my head as we slipped tongues across eachother. She broke the kiss and pulled my shirt over my head. Never in danger of becoming fat, my body was very fit. The shit I did around the farm kept my upper body extremely cut. My tan was dark and earned after years in the fields. I never really thought of it till she pulled my shirt off and drew me down to kiss her again. Her soft small hands caressed my back as I delved my tongue inside her mouth. She began to pull me tighter, closer, and I reached around and unsnapped her bra, sliding it free of her shoulders. Her breasts sprung out, full but petite. Probably a B cup. I moved my mouth down to her left nipple, sucking it into my mouth and licking it slowly. She went nuts, clawing at my head while my hand massaged her other nipple. I reached down and began to fiddle with the button of her shorts. I unzipped them and slid my hand inside, under her panties. Down over trim soft pubic hair, I felt a spring of heat and slickness. It made my dick harder, if that was possible. I grabbed her shorts and panties and shoved them down her tone thighs. She made no protest, only looking up at me in the strangest way. I slid my slick fingers around and around her clit, finally rubbing it lightly. She jumped and smiled. I ran my hand down to her slit and slipped one finger inside her. She was very tight, but wet enough to get a cedar chest inside her. Angela had never been like this. It took forever to get her wet and about half an hour to get her to cum. But Lady was wet as a spring, hot and responsive. And, I actually felt real love, not infatuation. I fingered her slowly and ardently, watching her eyes shut and emotions play over her contorted face. I slipped a second finger in and she moaned loudly. I thought it was just a moan, simple as that, but she grabbed my wrist and began to arch her back wildly, whimpering loudly. She was cumming! I smiled and watched her wind down. She opened her eyes and immediately unsnapped my shorts. "Stand up, Will." She ordered. I did, and she sat on the couch completely naked, facing the bulge in my pants. She unzipped them and pulled them and my briefs down my legs to let them pool around my ankles. My dick was hard as a rock, tan skin and a red/purple head throbbing for her. It was decently wide and a little over seven inches long. She looked at it and actually licked her lips! God, that got me going. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, squeezing gently. I had a thought that she might give me head, but pulled me forward by my dick and laid down on the couch, her thin legs spread wide. I got on my knees between them and extended my hands on either side of her pretty little head. I felt around with my dick, stroking in her wetness, and finally finding her pussy opening. Once found, it was mine to take. I thrust in, sinking the full seven inches inside on one movement. It was incredibly tight. Jim must not be very well endowed, I thought to my self. Lady was gasping heavily, her hands locked on my back and ass. I pulled out and shoved all of it back in, pleased with her reaction. Christ, I was gonna cum soon. As I pushed back in, she arched her slim back off the couch and met my dick with her cunt. She obviously wanted it rough and fast. I began to pick up speed, slamming back into her each time with the force of a jack hammer. If you've fucked before, you know the type of fuck where you're going as fast as possible and hard as possible, just lost in the feeling. That's what it became. She was moaning in a high-pitched voice periodically as I fucked with energy I've never felt before. Soon she stiffened up and came, contracting around my cock. Even as caught up in the moment as I was, when I began to cum and pulled it out and shot on her stomach and thighs. I almost collapsed on top of her, but didn't. I just leaned back and viewed her cum-covered tummy and the rest of her beautiful body. Awesome. Then I remembered that I loved her, and I felt terrible. I 'd just been used. Shrugging, I walked naked to the bathroom to get a towel for her. This was gonna be interesting. July 3 10:46 p.m. Jackson Cabin Keg Party Lady had left without saying much. I didn't know how to feel. Part of me felt great, but another part was feeling crappy. But my mind was on other things now. Jim, Slicker, and Switch were standing with me in front of this joker. He, like us, was drunk as a skunk. But he'd tried to copp a feel with Lady at this party. He'd almost raped her, but she'd kicked him in the balls and gotten Jim. Jim had gotten us. I was glad to see Switch. He'd just gotten out of the Juvenile Center. i hadn't seen him in a while. He was a decent guy, but had a dangerous temper and a love for all kinds of knives. Not a good combination. He'd cut our Algebra teacher a little last year and gotten sent away. But he was back now, and we were a full posse now. The guy lying on the floor was Jack Hardy, a member of the worst family in Redcreek. He had about seven brothers who were all bad asses in some way or another. But that hadn't crossed our minds. My temper was boiling at the thought of his filthy hands on Lady, and I was guessing Jim felt the same. "So, bitch, you havin' fun yet?" Slicker asked, flicking the ashes from his cigarette at the dick on the ground. He looked up at us and in the moonlight the blood covering his teeth looked black. He spit at Slicker, and croaked, "Fuck you, fuckers. My brothers are gonna fuckin kill you!" He shouted. Switch started forward, his right hand unsheathing a knife from his belt in the back. Jim stopped him. "Your backwards fuck buddies aren't here right now, dickface. You're alone, and you-" Jim was saying loudly. "Guess again dick wad." Came a voice behind us. We all spun around to see five Hardy boys (no pun intended) standing menacingly close. I had time to thank God for my chance at Lady before I died. This was gonna be a long night. ********************************************************************************************************************** Now before you all get pissy, this is a long story, the beginning only there to set up a backdrop for the rest of it. It has promise, I assure, and many more parts are to come with my personal spin on the act of sex. Tell me what you think. If this story can make it.

Alice laid back breathless, looking over at her newest craving Brent as he laid beside her smiling. She smiled back and blissfully thought back to when they first met and how they got to this position now. It had been months since Alice and Drew happened. And he had moved on with his life since then, leaving Alice hungry looking for another man to play with. She felt like a wolf stalking its prey because she was so careful at choosing her next partner. She locked her target the day she met Brent. Brent was an old manager of her college roommates previous job before she started college. He was a nice enough man, offering Alice drinks and places to crash when she first met him that night she and her roommate were looking to get drunk in her roommates hometown one weekend. Alice had been warned he would be a little perverted, which didn’t worry her since she and her roommate were also pretty perverted. When she walked into the apartment she was pretty amazed. There was a full liquor cabinet to the left of the entrance, a nice flat screen to the right with couches placed infront. Brent had ran to his computer directly infront of the entrance pushed against the wall, he spoke into his microphone that he had to cut out of the game early because he had company. Alice smiled as she noticed he was playing Dungeons and Dragons. Which Alice also enjoyed playing. She put a mental note that he might be potential if she ever chose to pursue him sexually. The next morning after a huge binge of all three drinking Alice and her roommate left Brent’s apartment to head back to their college town, of course after saying goodbye and thanking him for the place to crash. After they both went to her roommates house to grab their belongings and shower Alice got a text from a random number she didn’t recognise. She rolled with it assuming someone had gotten her number from a kid in the dorms they were staying at or something since she wasn’t exactly a stranger to random numbers. “Hey, I had a great time last night. I hope I can see you again! By the way this is Brent”. Alice smirked and asked how he got her number. She was pretty hammered last night so she pretty much knew she had probably given her number to him at some point last night. He responded confirming her belief that she had in fact, given him her number. After a few days of texting Alice learned Brent’s secret. That he was a sex addict and he loved to tie his partners up and have his way with him. Alice felt that familiar stir when she read the confession. She thought back to that afternoon and how she had wanted more. She realised this was a chance to get that again and she was ready to pounce. Alice confessed she was into similar scenarios and that’s when she and Brent made a plan to meet. After months of figuring out when a good time to meet would be they settled on a weekend that neither of them had to work nor Brent having any chance of any kind of company going over. Alice got into her car and headed down, thinking about how rough Brent was promising to be and she felt her pussy starting to get wet. She set her cruise control, and since she was an out of state driver it was practically part of her drivers ed to learn to drive with her knee. She undid her jeans and pulled them down slightly. She reached inside and played with the lacy lingerie she had bought for this day. It was black and was a one piece, barely covering her DD breasts and a thong like string covering her now wet pussy. Alice ran her fingers up and down this string, feeling her snatch wanting to have something, anything slide inside it. She bit her lip and reached over into the bag she had packed, and pulled out a little rabbit vibrator, she pulled the string to the side and moaned as her vibrator slid easily inside her. She turned it on low and kept it there, letting it slowly drag her into an orgasm... After about an hour of driving and 3 orgasms later Alice pulled up to Brent’s apartment, grabbing her bag she walked up the pathway to be greeted by Brent at the door. He smiled and welcomed her inside, kissing her temple on the way in. She set her bag down and turned to the 6’7” blonde man she would be spending the weekend with. She smiled and leaned up and placed a gentle kiss against his lips, and she felt her entire body light up with excitement. After getting settled in and a little bit of a more thorough tour of the apartment now Alice was sober, she and Brent ended up in his bedroom. Alice laid down on the bed and sunk in, it was a memory foam mattress, and Alice realised she was going to have some fun with this. Brent excused himself to go out and do something in the living room. Alice looked around seeing it was a nice little room. The bed was made and had black furry blanket covering the sheets, white drapes over the window, a black dresser with a tv on top. Alice decided to surprise Brent when he came back In and took off her top and jeans, laying back on the bed and positioning so her ass would be pushed up and pouted her lips... Brent was in the kitchen making them drinks. If he remembered correctly she loved the Moscow mules he had made the weekend they met. He looked down to see his cock was once again hard. He smiled as his cock had been hard multiple times today thinking about the young gal who was now in his bedroom. After tucking his cock into his waistband he picked up the drinks and walked back to the room. He hadn’t been laid in three years so he was hoping to last a while. He opened the door and stopped in the doorway, eyes widened as he stared at Alice covered in her skimpy lingerie. He felt his dick twitch and walked over the bed, offering her a drink and watching her move, seeing her large chest sway and her ass complement her body. After she took her drink and took a sip he did the same and offered his hand to take the drink and put it on the stand next to be bed. Afterwards he turned and looked at Alice. Alice smiled and motioned for him to sit down, he did and Alice began a sort of strip tease for him. Dancing on him and pressing her chest against him then pressing her ass against him. Brent reached up and got her to bend down, grabbing her hip and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her clit through the fabric, it made Alice quiver but she liked it. He reached under his pillow and brought out two pairs of black handcuffs. He showed them to Alice and raised his eyebrow, asking if he can use them. She nodded and he leaned down, handcuffing her wrists to her ankles. He repositioned her back up against him and began his torture. He took two fingers and ran them along the fabric covering Alice’s pussy. He could feel she had cum at least twice with the way the fabric was still damp and sticky. He could feel her shuttering then pulled the fabric aside and took a finger, sliding it in and out slowly of her. She groaned and moved a little but he pulled her back to the position and smacked her ass. He told her not to move and she’d get what she wants. He went back to her pussy, sliding two then three fingers in and began playing inside her. Swirling them around and sliding them in and out. Alice whimpered a little but let him do his thing. Reaching up with his other hand Brent places three fingers on her clit and began rubbing it in a circular motion. Alice whimpered a little harder and began whimpering louder. She could feel her orgasm coming on. Brent recognised the tightness of her pussy so he simply stood up and moved to the side, putting a hand on her hip and pulling her against him as he began rubbing her clit. Alice cried out as she was sent over the edge and felt herself squirt for the first time. It was intense and her legs quivered. That was the first time she had ever squirt and was a bit shaken up from how hard it had been. Brent leaned down and began sucking on her swollen clit, sliding his tongue around and sliding his fingers in and out of her. She groaned at the sensitivity and tried to pull away but he kept her against him. He talked into her clit before pulling away and repeating his question. “Do I have permission to have my way kitten”? “Yes daddy” Alice managed, looking at him with submissive eyes. “Are you going to behave?” Brent asked smiling maliciously. Alice nodded and he walked over to his closet, he pulled over the doors and opened a drawer that had been built in. He pulled out a dildo and a vibrator and turned to Alice. “I ordered these specifically to use on you” Brent said smiling. “And there’s plenty of more toys in the drawer”. He sat down on the bed in her cum and took ten dildo, using the tip to slide up and down her clit and smiling as she shuttered. He took the 12 inch cock and slammed it has hard as he could into Alice. She yelped a little but quieted down. He began slowly sliding it in and out of her, seeing her pussy grip the fake cock nicely. He then took the vibrator and turned it on, aiming for a middle consistent speed and placed it on her clit. Alice whimpered and tried to move but Brent ordered her to stay in a deep growl. Alice obeyed and whimpered harder, practically screaming as another large orgasm hit. Liquid surged around the vibrator and the dildo and Brent began fucking her harder with the dildo. Slamming it into her making her orgasm last longer. After what felt like minutes of her orgasming he took out the dildo and placed on the floor next to her. He put the vibrator on the bed and reached down, undoing her handcuffs. He stood up and had her stand up, she was still wobbly from her orgasms but she was still hungry for more. He cuffed her wrists together and ordered her to slide down onto the dildo, she complied by getting on her knees and sliding down onto the cock, she looked up up him waiting for her next orders. “Open your mouth you filthy little slut” she smiled and opened her mouth, he pulled out his cock which was at least the same size as the one inside of Alice, at least that’s what she judged. He put his cock in her mouth and grabbed the back of her head, sliding his cock into her throat and fucking her face brutally. He could hear her gag and smiled, looking down into those eyes that were borderline fear and borderline desire. He let up a little and let her suck him her own pace, ordering her to ride the dildo he had made her slide down on while doing so. She focused on his head while she rocked on the dido, before sliding up the fake one while her mouth slide down the real one. She continued this for a while, letting the pleasure build up for both of them. Brent groaned that he was going to cum and Alice pulled him into the back of her throat. When she felt his cock twitching she pulled up and focused on his head, swallowing everything he had. He braced himself on the dresser due to the fact that his legs were now wobbly. He smiled and ordered Alice up. She complied and he leaned down to kiss her deeply. He reached up and slid off her lacy lingerie to reveal perfectly round DD tits. He got on his knees and had Alice stand with her legs apart, he took one tit and began sucking on her nipple, while reaching up with one hand to fondle the other and his remaining hand to reach up and finger her clit. She tilted her head back and groaned loudly, she was on the verge of another orgasm when he stopped and pulled away. He planned on dragging hers out now. Brent ordered Alice on the bed, to lay down onto her back and have her legs spread. She complied and looks at Brent with submissive eyes, he smiled and got on his knees, planting his lips on her clit and began licking. He was tounging her and grabbed the vibrator on her side and turned it on once again, sliding it in and out of her twitching pussy. Alice whimpered and arches her back as another orgasm shot through her body, she struggled to speak as Brent kept sucking on her and playing with her cum. He finally let up after sending her into another orgasm through the sensitivity. After feeling like she’s had enough Brent stood up and teased her with his own dick. Sliding his head up and down the swollen clit before slamming his cock into her. He felt his knees buckle as he felt Alice’s pussy grip his cock tightly, he groaned and pulled out slowly, shuttering at how wet he had Alice. He looked up and met hungry eyes and he continued to slowly thrust in, feeling his cock getting stiffer. He grabbed Alice’s back and arched it, laying his head down and taking one of her breasts into his mouth he began tonguing her nipple, and nibbling on it while grinding into her, he felt her shiver and she began writhing begging Brent to fuck her harder. He never complied but kept the slow pace, feeling Alice tense up underneath him. He felt her entire body begin to shake as he felt her pussy tighten around him even more and felt the surge of liquids that followed, he looked up to see her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and she was breathless from another orgasm. He groaned as he felt his balls tighten and he pulled out not wanting to cum inside her just yet. He kissed up her neck and slowly planted a gentle kiss on her lips, she kissed back softly and he made eye contact. He could see she was still hungry for more but he knew she couldn’t last much longer. He laid back and brought her up to meet him. She was wobbly but she still managed to mount him and he began teasing her with his head. Every brush his head made with her clit he could feel it quiver, and the cum dripping down from her pussy was warm and heavenly, he stroked his cock for a little bit before having her slide down an inch onto it. She groaned and he continued to stroke himself, every time he got close to her clit he would slide his thumb back over if and feel her entire pussy and body shiver, he smiled and with out warning he slammed himself inside her. Alice gasped and tilted her head black, she was so much more wet and tight while on top that Brent couldn’t help it. He held his hips up and grabbed her throat, pulling her down towards him and began thrusting. She groaned louder and louder, practically screaming as Brent kept her on him by her throat with one hand and had his other pinching her nipples. She orgasmed again and this time Brent couldn’t have pulled out if he had tried. He felt his cock swell and then surge up, he couldn’t tell whose cum was whose as he watched it all slide down his cock every time she slid up, he smiled and relaxed, letting her go and she fell to his side, smiling and reaching down playing with their mixed cum. She was tired and fulfilled, she knew she was going to enjoy this weekend as she laid back breathless and began to imagine how she had met Brent...

She couldn’t take it anymore, she sighed and hung her head down in defeat after throwing the soiled rags in the washer at her job. She’d accepted that she was in love with her coworker Drew and more than anything it was her sex drive taking over. All she wanted was a night or two of him just pounding her till she was sore or her just riding him till he begged her to stop. “Hey do you want to come see this X-ray? There’s a cool fracture along the tibia” Drew said, poking his head around the corner. Alice jumped and looked at him wide eyed before grinning, hoping he didn’t catch the little glint of crush mode in her eyes. “Sure, Can I have a second though? I want to get this load started so laundry doesn’t back up”, Alice said smiling. “Sure” Drew said, smiling and going back to the X-Ray machine. Alice closed her eyes and took in the smell of his cologne, musk mixed with the right about of spice. She didn’t know what he wore but it was enough for her to always want to stand around him. She finished her load and walked in to find Drew and the Doctor going over the X-Ray, he was right. The fracture was nice and clean and it looked like it Made the perfect lightning bolt. “I’ll let the owners know and give them some options for their little dog, then we’ll go from there”. The doctor turned and squeezed Alice’s shoulder as he walked out. Alice turned back to Drew as he began creating the file for the owners. “What do you think of the fracture? Didn’t I tell you it was cool?” Drew asked, glancing over his shoulder at Alice as she gazed at the image. “Yeah, you were right”. Alice replied, letting her mind drift off as Drew began explaining what the doctor was hoping the owners would agree to: It was the day she walked in to get her application for the clinic that she saw Drew. He was tall, bearded (Alice falling in love with just about any guy with a beard), and had this laugh that just made her look up from the application. She automatically felt the stir in her loins and she knew she wanted to fuck him. It wasn’t until she officially started one weekend that she finally introduced herself to Drew, he was working the same shift she was and they were waiting for the last customer to come in, provided a customer showed up at all. She just couldn’t help but imagining pulling him into a back room and pushing her lips against his, feeling their lips lock perfectly as he reaches down and caresses her ass, slowly sliding his hands up underneath her shirt.. cupping her breasts and thumbing over the nipples.... “Alice? Are you coming or what” Alice snapped back into reality and looked at Drew, who was smiling and laughed. “You okay? You’ve been daydreaming a lot lately it seems” Drew ruffled her hair as he walked past her, making the hand motion to follow him to the surgery prep station to wait for the doctors word about starting the operation. After the surgery Alice was going over her surgical notes with Drew to make sure she had written down everything correctly. “Nice job, The Doctor will be pretty happy with these” Drew said, printing out the notes. Alice finally, with out thinking asked Drew the most bold question she thought she could ever ask him. “Hey, would you like to get coffee sometime? There’s a new coffee shop downtown and I thought I’d give it a try” after the words left her mouth she froze and just kind of looked at Drew. Drew glanced at her stunned before grinning. “Sure, how about lunch?” Alice smiled and agreed and began impatiently waiting for lunch. When lunch rolled around Drew and Alice got into his truck and drove the 5 minutes downtown to try the new coffee shop and hopefully grab some lunch. After ordering and a quick argument about who would pay, Drew and Alice sat down to large coffees and a couple bagels an just began talking. “Alice, you don’t have to pay me back it’s okay” “Drew, I’d like to. I asked you to coffee, which kinda means I intended on paying” “Alright alright, you can pay me back if it’ll make you feel better” “How though?” Alice asked, taking a sip from her coffee and tapping her leg up and down. Drew took a bite out of his bagel and looked up in thought; not really sure how she could repay him till he had an idea. “Alice, I think I know a way but it involves having me to ask some personal questions, are you okay with that?” Alice nodded and took another sip from her coffee before taking a bite out of her bagel, she dreaded when he said statements like this because she was always concerned he’d ask about her crush on him. “Okay, well 1. We have a couple hours of lunch, so would you be willing to take a drive? And 2. I know you’ve got at least a little of a crush on me, and I adore it. Would you like to maybe do a little heavy petting? I figure your daydreams have consisted of me doing you in the back room”. Alice choked on her drink and stared at him wide eyed. She couldn’t believe that he had just asked her that question but god dammit her pussy instantly started to get wet. She started stammering an answer when Drew reached across the table and took her hand. “Come on Alice, we can go slow if you’d like or not at all, it’s your choice”. Drew got up and offered his hand out to Alice, she took it sheepishly and walked out to his truck once again, her pussy growing wetter by the second and she couldn’t believe Drew had just asked her to fool around. They got into his truck and drove a little ways out of town to his apartment and he led her upstairs. She was growing anxious, this was going to be her chance to fuck this man. When they got into his apartment Drew closed the door behind Alice and pushed her against the wall, pulling her into him and kissing her deeply. She was shocked at first but went with it. She carefully reached her arms behind his neck and pulled herself into him. She felt his hands slide down her back and grip her ass, pulling up and gripping tighter. She locked her lips against his again and gently pushed her tongue in and danced it around with his, he groaned and slid his hands around her front and groped her chest. Alice couldn’t believe this was happening but she was relishing it. She reached down and began to rub her hand on his cock, and groaned at the bulge that filled her hand completely. She slowly tried to undo his pants, trying not to overstep boundaries when he reached down and finished it for her. When he dropped his boxers Alice’s eyes widened again, his cock was at least 10 inches and she was ready to pounce. Alice dropped to her knees and pulled his head into her mouth and instantly pulled it into the back of her throat. She reached up and began to play with his balls, rubbing one then rubbing the other. Drew groaned and leaned back against the wall, looking down and wrapping his hands in her hair, pushing his cock into the back of her throat and listening to her gag. “Yes Alice, yes” Drew breathed out from his teeth, grabbing the back of her head and beginning to fuck her face. He groaned louder and louder as he felt his cock going further and further down her throat, looking down into her eyes that were submissively staring up at him. “Ah fuck” he sighed and as he felt his load shoot down her throat he felt her take his sac into her mouth and began swallowing. He wasn’t feeling teeth and was impressed that she had swallowed without him asking. He felt her pull off and a hand wrap around his limp but growing again penis. He looked down and pulled her up, kissing her deeply once again before leading her to the bedroom. Drew threw her onto the bed playfully and laid beside her, kissing her gently before grazing his lips down her neck and began feeling her chest up once again. He groped one breast then the other before Alice took his hand and slid it inside her shirt. She felt him twist her nipples gently before ripping her shirt open and pulling her bra down. Drew looked up at her and asked if she was feeling alright, Alice, turned on and ready for him to ravage her nodded. He then pushed her chest together and buried his face in between them. He sucked on one nipple while playing with the other. Alice started writing in excitement, having men play with her chest was the biggest turn on in the world. Alice gasped loudly when she felt a hand go inside her pants and tense up slightly. Drew smiled against her boob when he felt she wasn’t wearing any panties and was already soaking wet. He pulled away and went down on her, pulling her legs open and instantly stuck two fingers in, curling them in a “come here” motion while he began sucking and licking her clit. Alice moaned as she felt her pussy tighten then couldn’t help but cry out when the orgasm hit. The orgasm was intense and Drew wasn’t letting it die down, he continued to finger her until she was out of breath and lying limp next to him. Alice looked at him with lust filled eyes before looking down at his again hard cock. She wasted no time and laid him back while straddling him and slowly slid down, feeling every inch go inside her tight little pussy. Drew closed his eyes and melted into the bed, he had this pretty little girl all over him and she was pretty bold in showing what she wanted. Alice leaned down and gently placed a kiss on his lips, softly pulling his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbling while she rocked her hips against his. Before Alice recognised it, Drew pushed his hips up so that her clit was grinding against his pubic bone, and it sent her into another explosive orgasm. When Drew felt her pussy tighten he reached up and grabbed her throat, pulling her down closer to his body and wrapped his other arm around her, and began pounding her. He felt the familiar surge of liquid around his dick and took it as a chance to fuck her even harder. He was a little scared that maybe he was being a little to rough on Alice but her whimpers and moans of pleasure told him he was just fine. He let go of Alice and let her catch her breath, she was shaking and groaning but her eyes begged him to keep going. Drew took Alice and had her get on her hands and knees on his bed, then grabbed her hair and pulled it back, making her tilt her head back as well. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a submissive gal like you” Drew whispered as he slid his cock back inside. Alice whimpered as she began bouncing her ass back against Drew, enjoying the feeling of his head hitting her cervix with every thrust. Drew slapped her ass as hard as he could and thrust in against hers. He felt that familiar build up in his loins and began thrusting harder. He let out a loud groan as he thrust in one more time and felt his load shoot out all over the wall of Alice’s vagina. What surprised him though was Alice had one more orgasm at the same time, which through both of them into a hyperventilated state. Drew laid down on his bed and held out an opening arm, having Alice curl up against him. He tilted her head up and kissed her gently, hugging her against him. “Thank you sweetie, I needed this” Drew whispered before winking. Alice smiled and offered a soft giggle “I should be thanking you love. That was the most intense thing I’ve had yet”. Drew smiled and pulled her closer, taking in the smell of sweet sex they had just made and enjoyed the idea that this, wouldn’t the last time he did Alice.

I was staring up at a bright light, surrounding by giggling. I'd just been tackled to the ground, and the next thing I knew, my arms were being handcuffed with foam velcro handcuffs and I was secured to a very hefty piece of furniture. "Make sure you get both his hands tight under there!" I heard Abby squeal. "I don't want him getting free and crying to mommy." I saw Cassie grin devilishly down at me, straddling my chest as she made sure my arms were wrapped around the leg of the giant metal case in the middle of the room. I couldn't help but notice her workout shorts riding up her thighs, flashing a touch of pink cotton from her panties. Even though I was nervous, I couldn't help but be a little aroused. Unfortunately, that would quickly pass as I realized the tortures these girls had in store for me... "Come on guys, please let me go... PLEASE! I know that... look, I know I messed up, but seriously, what are you doing?" I struggled wildly at the bindings that effortlessly held my upper body in place. I heard scraping across the carpet, and craned my neck upwards to see what was going on. I got a quick glimpse of Taylor sliding the futon towards my feet as Cassie slid forward a little bit, pressing her white cotton gym shorts into my face. I immediately noticed how potent she smelled. "Ooooh Bradly!" Cassie moaned in a sarcastically sexy tone, grinding down on me playfully. Then she giggled. "God, I bet I smell totally ripe!!" Taylor laughed. "Oh I KNOW I do! It was sooo hot out today." she said, trying to stifle her girlish giggle. I felt something at my feet and realized Abby was attaching the same kind of cuffs around my ankles and threading them through the futon frame. In a panic I started to shout but I was completely muffled by Cassie's sweaty crotch. I started to gasp for hair and thrash as hard as I could. Abby laughed. "Mm, I don't think you're going anywhere. Besides you know what happens if I tell mom what we found. Face it, there's no escape..." Maybe I should back up. This whole damn thing started because of my stupid friend Mark. It was the 4th of July and I decided to go hang out with him in the park and play some guitar, you know just hang out. Well next thing I know, we're at some dude's house and they're passing around a joint. So I thought "what the hell" and smoked some. And man, it was good shit. So I bought a $10 sack to enjoy later. It was getting pretty late, plus I was stoned and the people at this house were getting kinda crazy, so I decided to grab my guitar and bike home. My sister Abby is 18, and she had begged my parents to let her go to a party at her friend's house, so the last thing I expected as I headed down the stairs to the basement that we shared was her and her 2 volleyball barbie friends sitting on my futon playing my XBox. "Oh hell no! Move your butts out of here now. Come on. Go." I pointed towards my sister's half of the basement and sternly looked at Taylor and Cassie. Taylor was 18, 5'4" and had long light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and pale white skin. She had a super hot body for a 16 year old, big C cup perky tits, and I'd definitely noticed her before, if you know what I mean. Cassie was 15 and almost as hot, but there was something about her that was just so cute. She was blonde and always seemed kind of bratty to me. 5'2", slightly bigger ass than Taylor, nice perky tits, a little smaller than Taylor's, and tan skin. Abby was 5"6' and had strawberry blonde hair, all the guys thought she was gorgeous, but you know, I thought she was kinda ewgh. Well what do you expect, she's my sister! Cassie immediately jumped up and ran over to me, throwing her arms around me. "Hiii Brad!!! Happy 4th!" She giggled a little, and then I noticed her do something weird. She put her face against me chest and I heard her sniffing. "BRAD!! You smell like MARIJUANA!! Cassie oh my god, I think he's stoned!!" she jumped back and stared up into my eyes, an evil grin spreading over her face. Instantly, Abby sprung up and darted over to the door by the stairs and went rifling through my guitar bag. Sure enough, she found my $10 sack. "GOD DAMNIT MARK!" I thought to myself as I started to panic. "Okay, okay. It's okay. Just... I'll make her bed and do her laundry, she won't tell..." I continued rationalizing with myself. "Holy shit Brad! When mom finds out about this she's gonna KILL you!" "NO! Okay, look. This is fucked up. It's a one time thing, I just wanted to try it and it was all my friend's idea! Please don't tell mom... Come on! I'll do your chores and whatever else you want." She looked at me for a minute, and an evil smirk came over her face. "Uh oh..." I thought. "Anything...?" The way she asked gave me chills. "Uhh, ye.. yeah. Yes. Anything." I gulped silently as she casually strolled across the basement to my futon, sitting down in between Taylor and Cassie. She leaned into Taylor and whispered something to her. A look of pure shock came over her face and she shot a glance over at me, then stared at my sister. "Are you serious??" Then she kind of giggled, but through a look of slight concern. Cassie looked at Taylor, confusion on her face. Then Abby whispered something to her and she just started grinning ear to ear. "Oh HECK yes! I'm so down. Come on come on..." Then, as if in some twisted horror movie, they all slowly turned their gaze to me and just stared, as if sizing me up. "Okay. You're going to let us play your XBox." "Fine, play it!" I said, almost interrupting her. "Oh, we will. BUT, you also have to let us tie you down and make fun of you while we play." Her eyes glistened as she said it, and she narrowed her eyes a little at me, as if daring me to disagree. Honestly, it was kind of weird, but mom would seriously pitch a fit if she found this shit on me, so I agreed. Actually, I was expecting something much worse. I planned to just try and pass out once I was laying down. I sighed, and looked at my sister. "Fine..." Cassie and Abby squealed and jumped up, while Taylor stayed back at the futon. Cassie immediately started pulling on my arm and positioned me in the center of the basement and pushed both her hands down and against my chest, and I sat back on the floor. And that's pretty much were I think we came in. Now that you have the background story, let's continue on to what was the worst 4th of July of my entire life... I know I had agreed to this, and they had some serious dirt, but as Cassie laughed and shook her hips back and forth, bouncing my face between her thighs, I was starting to wish I'd made a different choice. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad, in fact it was kind of hot, except that this teenage girl smelled so potent, I almost got light headed just from the smell, let alone the lack of oxygen as she smothered me absentmindedly in her damp white cotton gym shorts. Finally after what felt like forever, she slid back and sat heavily on my chest, looking down at me. She placed her grey and pink sneakers on either side of my head and rested her chin on her knees. "Aww, he looks so cute down there!" Taylor came into view, standing over my head. She looked down at me, shaking her head a little. "Are we seriously going to do this?" "Oh come ON Kel, don't back out on us now!" Abby said in a condescending tone. "I'm not, I just... it seems kind of cruel, I mean we played two volleyball games today and it was like 100 degrees out, and we biked all over town and marched in the parade and just... also I haven't had a chance to shower in the last couple of days..." Cassie busted out laughing. "REALLY? Me either... I was thinking about that too, but doesn't that just make it even better??" Her eyes lit up as she viciously slid forward again and rubbed her crotch on my nose without warning. "MMMM, smell smell smell! Yummy yum yum!" She squealed in a girlish giggle, then settled down on my face for a few seconds. I don't know if she felt it, or planned it, or what, but my nose was literally pressed into her pussy lips and the smell was out of this world. I started to whimper and whine into her shorts and I heard her moan a little. "Ohh Bradly, it feels so good when you scream against my wet panties..." "Cassie!!" Abby laughed but sounded sounded shocked at the same time. "Come on, that's my brother... ew?" All three girls laughed and Cassie slid back off my face, sitting on my lower chest again. I started gasping for breath and saw my opportunity. I looked up at Cassie pitifully, still gaping. "Please.... please, no more, you just said you were gonna tie me up and play my XBox... I can't take this anymore. I'm sorry I don't mean to be mean, but.... christ, you STINK!" Cassie looked down at me, and I saw some pity come across her face. A ray of hope maybe...? "Brad. Bradley Bradley Bradley. You can't take any more? Silly boy. We haven't even BEGUN yet!" Then Taylor kneeled down next to my head. "You guys, he looks so pitiful tied up here, maybe we should just..." then she wrinkled her nose. "PEE YEW girl, you REEK!" she looked up at Cassie and immediately jumped up to her feet. "Oh shut up bratface, I bet you smell just as bad as me." Taylor looked down at me, and the mercy she was showing for me slowly changed into a smirk, then a grin, and finally she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Yeah, you guys are right... this is gonna be too fun..." My heart sank. My one hope. I'd always suspected Taylor had a crush on me, and I thought maybe she would save me from this god-awful predicament. I was wrong. Oh was I wrong. All this time I thought Cassie was a bitch, and it was Taylor who turned out to be the little brat from hell... "Oh, by the way, Abby didn't tell you one key part of your agreement to be tied up and let us play your XBox. While we play, we all get to take turns sitting on your face." She broke into a little giggle as she said the last words of the sentence. My eyes darted open wide and I started thrashing harder than ever before. "NOO! HELLLP! PLEASE NO, LET ME OUT!! HELLLLLLPPP!!!" Abby lunged forward and covered my mouth with her hands while Cassie grabbed the remote and cranked the volume on the TV up. "No one's going to help you little brother." Abby said through clenched teeth. "You're our little bitch. We're in the basement, the TVs on super loud, and mom is out at the Lyle's 4th of July BBQ. Remember last year? She got drunk and passed out there. I'm sure she won't be home anytime soon, and if she is, she's going straight to bed. Now quit screaming or I'll give you something to scream about." Then I felt a pressure on my balls and I realized she was squeezing them. I groaned in pain and looked up at her sadly, nodding my head to show that I understood. "Oooh, I wanna touch his balls..." Cassie said. Abby shot Cassie a dirty look and Cassie just giggled. Taylor looked down at me with eager, hungry-looking eyes. This was not going to be good... Abby slowly removed her hands from my mouth, making a soft cooing "shhhh" sound. "Hey, shouldn't we gag him? You know, to make sure he doesn't yell again, and... you know, to make *sure* he smells us... down there...?" I couldn't believe my ears. Sweet Taylor was turning on me! "Great idea Kel!" Cassie chirped. What should we use?" Taylor immediately shouted "dirty socks!" Abby giggled. "No no, I've got a bunch of dirty panties in my hamper." "No, it's gotta be fresh." Cassie said. "Either socks or panties, but they have to be off of one of us right now." The girls all hmmed and looked at each other curiously. "Well, I'm not wearing socks." Abby said. And I don't think my g-string is going to make a good gag." They all laughed as Abby kicked off her white tennis shoes and stretched her legs out, extending the bottoms of her grimy feet towards my face. Even a few feet away, they stunk something fierce, potent girl feet. "Ewww!! Jeez sweetie, your feet are STANK!" Cassie said, laughing as she saw my face twist up in reaction to the smell. I craned my head to the side and opened my mouth, trying to escape the smell. Taylor came trotting up with a chair and Abby sat down, scooting it up to place her feet right on my nose. "Quick, someone gag him already, his mouth is open!" "I can't take my panties off, I'm wearing a skirt!" Taylor said, frowning a little. Cassie laughed and looked down at me. "This doesn't look good for you. These are my gym panties, I've warn them six practice days in a row. I wore them home from the gym tonight after our last game so I could wash them for next week. I almost feel bad..." Taylor laughed, "Well it's either that or my socks, which were clean this morn... oh wait, no I have warn these for a couple of days... yuck, they're probably pretty disgusting by now." All three of them looked at each other for a minute. Then Taylor and Abby both said "Panties!!" at the same time. Cassie giggled and jumped up, running to the bathroom. "YAAY!" she came out a few seconds later holding her pink boy shorts. The crotch was all dark with wet stains and there were light brown blobs going from the lower crotch up to the ass. She held them out and showed them to me in detail, describing each sweat and brown stain carefully. Abby couldn't stop laughing, and she pinched my nose with her slick greasy toes. I started thrashing and Taylor came over, crouching down to hold my head still. After a few seconds, I opened my mouth to breathe and Cassie crammed her sick undies in, ass part first. My mouth was immediately filled with the stale, foul taste of unwashed girl sweat, cheap light perfume, potent crotch, and raunchy ass. I screamed into the rancid cotton, but before I even had two seconds to recover from the assault on my taste buds, Abby set her filthy feet back on my face, rubbing the ball of her foot and the curves of her stinky little toes back and forth under my nostrils. "smellllly feet, smelly feeet..." she sang cutely. I coughed and gagged into Cassie's pink putrid panties while all three girls grinned down and looked at me. Taylor disappeared and came back with her art bag, putting a few strips of duct tape over my mouth. "Don't spit it out, be a good boy and swallow your food." she cooed down at me, brushing my cheek with her soft fingertips. Her smile was so sweet that for a second I almost forgot that she was about to torture me mercilessly. "OKAY! Taylor, get the controllers. Who goes first?" Cassie leapt up before the sentence was finished. "ME, DUH!" My eyes locked on hers as she slowly stepped over me. She stood, facing my head and looked down at me. "I hope you're ready for this, Brad. As you can tell from my crusty undies," she giggled as she said those words, "I'm all cheesed up from volleyball and being out ALL DAY in the BAKING heat" she emphasized the words with a girlish whine, pouting down at me. "And I got all sweaty..." she frowned down at me, trying to hide a giggle, and finally she turned around and lowered her white, cotton ass towards my face. Knowing what her pussy smelled like, my heart started pounding out of my chest, and I screamed bloody murder into my crusty gag, but it didn't make any difference. Then it went black... Two soft, fuzzy, full-sized ass cheeks settled down on my trapped face. I heard grunting and then I felt the rough pressure of her weight as she scraped her ass back and forth on my face, trying to get comfortable... "no.... mmm, nope, a little... ooh, RIGHT there..." she stopped right as the tip of my nose sank into the center of her shorts and right up her buttcrack. She giggled. "His nose is actually UP my ass! Oh my god this is so awesome..." Taylor and Abby cheered as I sucked air in through my nose right out of my captor's sweaty, stinky little girl hole. It smelled indescribable. Tart and tainted, it twinged my nose hairs. Musty and so incredibly potent. The next thing I heard was Halo 3 unpausing. And suddenly it was as if I disappeared. The girls were squealing and talking to each other at hyper speed. Every few seconds Cassie would bounce up and down on my nose. She'd grind back and forth, smearing her butt smell all over my face. "I wanna take my shorts off..." Cassie whined. Abby thought for a minute, and then said "better keep them on, at least for now. In case someone walks down, plus that's kinda weird. He's my brother..." "But he's hot, and his nose is up my ass... I wanna feel him against my skin..." I could feel her start to shudder a little on top of me, and she slid back a little, leaning lower and pressing more of her pussy into my nose. Unbelievably, it smelled even stronger than it did 15 minutes ago. I could tell she was getting turned on by doing this to me. "I'm not comfortable with that Cassie, sorry. " I was so relieved to hear my sister say that. I didn't think I could take her bare ass on my nose. "Sniff my butt, loser!" She waited for a second. Then she pressed down hard into me and started grinding me so hard I thought my nose was going to rub off inside her ass crack. "I wanna hear BIG SNIFFS!!!" She started to sound angry and I knew she was serious. I wretched my stomach and clenched my eyes tight, forcing myself to take a deep, deep inhale through my nose. Just as I did, she leaned up just a tiny bit, allowing me full access to the air coming from her sweaty, funky ass and shorts. "That's a good boy. Smell my dirty ass, Bradley. Doesn't it smell soooo good?" She giggled, completely mocking me with her tone. "In and out, breathe in and out, mmm, smell it all up! Yeah, there you go..." I started to lose consciousness. Cassie would forget about me from time to time, and just sit full weight on my face. Every minute or two, she'd wriggle around and say "smell my stinky butt, Brad... smell smell smell, sniff it all up..." Finally I heard Taylor's soft little voice from somewhere above me, and the light slowly came back into my vision. Cassie lifted up onto her knees, hovering her big white ass a few inches from my face. "Mmm, that wasn't so bad, was it slave?" She asked in a sinister voice. Taylor sat backwards on my chest as Cassie moved off of me. She turned to look over her shoulder and smiled down at me. I stared straight up at her, making soft whimpering sounds into the soggy rancid panties in my mouth. "Aww, poor baby. I know, I know. Shhh... it'll be okay... I have a surprise for you..." Taylor was wearing a pink and white mini-skirt and matching pink and white bikini bottoms. She inched backwards, letting the flaps of her skirt fall over my face. Her butthole was pressing into my chin as she kept sliding up my face, settling down as my nose pressed deep into the soft, damp cotton of her panty-covered ass. "CHRIST! Don't these girls ever shower or change their underwear?" I thought. My nose was assaulted again by the foul, wet stench of pure girl ass. Taylor's ass was even ranker than Cassie's. It didn't really smell much different, just stronger. Quite a bit stronger. "God I can feel his nose in my soggy panties... maybe I should get up..." I felt the weight lift a little off my face and gasped in some air, coughing instantly on the thick stench of her strong girlish aroma. "NO NO! Sit down!" Abby shouted. "And watch out for this PLASMA GRENADE!" I heard an explosion on the TV and Taylor immediately sat full weight back down, squealing at my sister as I heard furious button mashing. After awhile, Taylor handed the controller off to Cassie. While they were kept occupied by the game, Taylor started showing me her evil side... The first thing she did was reach down under her skirt and pull her panties to the side, spreading her ass cheeks a little. I felt her giggle as she sat back down, mmming loudly as my nose slid deep into her slimy, naked ass crack! I immediately started thrashing and screaming as loud as I could. Taylor sat down harder and cooed at me, "shhhh, shhhh," as she expertly rode me, preventing me from bucking her off of my face. "What the hell, why is he struggling so much all of a sudden?" Abby asked, only half interested as she kept playing the game. I tried to scream, "HEYY HELP WAIT SHE TOOK OFF HER PANTIES!!!" but it came out "MMMPH mmmMMM MFFFFFRRR ANNMMMEEEEMMMS!!" Taylor reached forward and squeezed my balls. "SHUT UP BITCH BOY" she hissed, and she snapped back to look over her shoulder, pulling her skirt from my eyes to shoot me the most evil stare I've ever seen in my life. It was as if she said "don't say a fucking word or you're going to be so very sorry" all with her eyes. Then, she giggled a little and flipped the skirt back down over my face. Cassie was squealing about something on the game and Abby was cackling, while Taylor gently rocked back and forth on my nose, pressing it further and further up her sweaty sphincter. Then, she leaned forward a little, spread her ass cheeks a little wider, and let out a long, silent, hot fart right up my nose! I heard her mmming faintly, and she started giggling like crazy. "What's so funny?" Cassie asked. "Oh, nothing, his nose just tickles my buttcrack" she said, wrinkling her nose a little. Her hand flexed over my balls again, warning me that she would clamp down if I made any noise. The hot sulphur from her noxious gas made my eyes roll into the back of my head. I swear I felt my nose hairs burn a little bit. She wriggled back and forth and started singing "smell my stinky butt hole, smell my stinky buttttt hole, smell it smell it sniff sniff sniff, smell my stinky butttttt hole!" Then, I started feeling her little fingertips stroking my balls and my dick through my surf shorts. Despite the disgusting smell, I started to get a little hard. Her fingers felt really good on my dick, and she knew. As I got bigger in her hands, she started grinding me more. Then, she gripped around my half-hard dick tightly and slowly stroked all the way down, and then back all the way up. As I wondered if this was the first time she'd ever touched a dick, another hot fffffffffffffffffffft stream came squirting out of her pink puckered buttcrack. The tiny little blonde hairs tickled my nose as her hole puckered and relaxed. She sighed a little, laughing hard again and grinding the smell all up my nose. Abby and Cassie were completely battling it out on the video game, completely unaware that Taylor was sitting bare-assed on my face, farting over and over again up my nose and stroking my dick. As good as her hands felt, I quickly shriveled down as she farted a third time, and stroked harder and faster. "Oh no you don't..." I heard her say. "Huh?" Cassie asked. Taylor didn't reply, and Cassie didn't seem to notice. The next thing I knew, Taylor leaned forward and rested her cheek on my thigh in a 69 position. Her thighs came down over the sides of my head and her asshole spread open even wider. She inched down until she felt the tip of my nose bend up into her tight little ass. "Mmm... sniff my dirty little hole... SMELL IT!" she demanded. Cassie giggled. "Having fun Kel?" Taylor looked up sweetly at Cassie. "Mhmm!" She rested her cheek on my thigh, and I could feel her warm breath coming out in little puffs against my dick through the material. Then, I felt her lips kiss the head of my dick and her mouth opened to nibble on me a little bit. Instantly I began growing hard again, and I felt her giggle against my dick through my shorts. Then, I felt her clench up and heard her grunt a little, and she farted again, but this time loudly... "KELLY!!!" Abby paused the came and looked down at us. Taylor sat up fast, swallowing my nose in her sweaty gassy ass trap. "What...?" She asked innocently. Cassie cut in. "Did you just FART??" "Oh thank GOD! They finally realized what she was doing to me. Now they'll pull her off, and maybe even let me go..." I thought to myself. I tried to hold my breath until it was all over. "Uhmmm... maybe..?" Taylor replied, cautiously. "Oh my god, I wanna do that!!!!" Cassie squealed. "ME FIRST!" Abby shouted. I heard scurrying and the next thing I knew, Taylor slid forward and my nose slipped out of her gooey little pucker hole, making a schlurp sound. She quickly reached back and repositioned her panties, unnoticed, glaring down at me with a satisfied little smirk. "Hey I've got an idea..." she said, staring me straight in the eyes. "Let's have a farting contest..." Abby smiled big down at me. "Well well, little bro. I've been waiting for this for a long time. You are in for such a treat." She turned around and pulled down her volleyball shorts just a little, exposing her blue thong straps and the top of her ass crack. Then she bent over and slowly lowered her ass down, taking care to make sure my nose pressed into the bare skin of her upper ass crack, inching up and down, smearing her grubby ass sweat all over my nostrils. Then, she slid down and pushed my nose into the thin material of her shorts. The smell made me light-headed. It wasn't as bad as Taylor's bare ass, but it was very different. I wasn't used to it, and it was super potent. Then, she started grinding back and forth a little until she felt my nose slip deep into her dirty buttcrack. "Ooh, there we go. Mm that feels good... ready position!" Taylor giggled, looking down at me as I stared up at Abby's strawberry blonde hair flowing down her curved back. "Fire in the hole!" My eyes went wide and I yelped as she farted.... blappppttfffrrrrrrrrfffffffffffffff!! I started twitching as Abby grunted and giggled. As I thrashed she reached back and grabbed my hair. "NOO! Keep your nose up my ass and sniff my nasty fart you little bitch!" Taylor again grabbed my balls and squeezed gently, but enough to make me know she meant business. Cassie covered her nose. "I give it a 7, but only because of the stink. Mine will be way bigger!" Abby strained again. "Just wait..." I held my breath in anticipation. I think Abby figured it out. She made fake grunting sounds and said, "almost, almost... almost.... oooh, oh god, I feel so sorry for you brother, I wouldn't even make my CHAIR endure this one..." as I held my breathe, I started to see stars and my lungs ached. Just as I couldn't take it anymore, a long hot burst of steamy rancid air came firing out of Abby's cute little butthole and she lifted off my face just a tiny bit, allowing me to gasp in and out and in and out over and over again, sputtering and coughing into my gagged mouth. "Holy CHRIST, that was SO RANK, oh my god... what if he pukes all over my panties??" Cassie said laughing. Taylor just giggled softly, covering her nose. "He definitely will after I'm done with him..." The smell was ungodly. So overpowering. Like sour milk and rancid laundry and rotten eggs, but worse. Mixed with the strong smell of my sister's volleyball shorts. Waves of nausea started washing over me and I think I started having spasms underneath Abby's disgusting ass. Tears welled up in my burning eyes, and I started shuddering a little. Abby lifted herself off me just a little bit. "Oh my gosh, Abby... he's crying..." Taylor said, looking down at my teary eyes, and she stuck out her bottom lip, pouting down at me. "Poor wittle Brad.... I can't stand to see a grown man cry..." For a second I again thought Taylor would save me. She reached down towards my face, and I pleaded up at her with my eyes. Then her hands rested on Abby's waist and she guided her big soft ass back down on my face, positioning her crack right over my nose, and then pushed her down hard into me. "That's better!" I heard Taylor's all-too-familiar evil little giggle again, and my sister started wriggling back and forth on my face, laughing. Then I felt her lean forward, and she grunted and groaned a little bit. A soft little poooft came out of her ass, and I tried to hold my breath again. "Oh no you don't!!" Cassie noticed my chest wasn't moving and she pressed down hard on my stomach, forcing all the air out of my lungs and making me breathe in as the thick haze of Abby's tepid asshole gas collected in her gym shorts. I immediately gasped in and started twitching again, screaming and whimpering loudly into Cassie's dirty panties. I fought back the strong urge I had to vomit, and I knew if I did I'd just have to swallow it, and that thought almost made me actually vomit yet again. Just when I was about to lose it, suddenly Abby tumbled off my face. Cassie had pushed her off. "Okay. My turn!!!" Abby laughed and agreed, grumbling playfully. Cassie's menacing face came into view as she crawled over to me on her hands and knees, biting her lower lip a little bit. She giggled in a sexy tone and pressed her lips to my ears, whispering angrily, "If I catch you trying to avoid my delicious fart gas, you're going to be very, very sorry..." My eyes went wide and I nodded a little, whimpering softly. Then she popped up with a big grin on her face. "Sooo, Bradley. Were Abby's farts pretty bad?" I immediately started shaking my head "yes" violently, trying again to beg these twisted girls to let me go but to no avail. Abby just giggled and rubbed her stomach. "What can I say. I'm a lil bit gassy!" "Well if you thought hers were bad, you just wait! I hope you're ready for this. My farts are famous for clearing out entire...." she stopped in mid-sentence and all of a sudden quickly climbed onto my chest, swirling around to face my feet. "Oh gosh, it's starting!" I watched as Taylor and Abby plugged their noses, laughing, just as the full round ass cheeks and the indent of her terrifying ass crack in her white shorts came over me, blacking out everything. She pressed her hands down into my chest and I felt her lift up just a little bit, as my nose sunk into the center of her crack. She rubbed her hands a little up and down over my chest, bucking my face and grunting a little. Bffffffrrrrrappppppttttt fffffffooo sffffft ffffffffffrrrrrrrrppptttapppapppp sssssssss. Right in the middle of her insanely huge fart, all three girls started giggling hysterically. As my vision went white, my stomach lurched and I screamed as loud as I could up into her sweaty, meaty ass. I threw up just a little in my mouth and forced it down, thrashing hopelessly. The smell was so foul I would have rather died. Cassie started coughing and gagging. "Oh my gosh.... Bradly.... oh wow, I'm so sorry about that...." she could barely get her words out she was laughing so hard. I could tell by her tone that she was plugging her nose, too. Then, she viciously shook her ass right on my face. "Mmm, that's right, get your nose right up my dirty, stinky little hole... SNIFF IT ALLLLLL UPP fartface!!" she hissed wickedly. Then without warning, she farted again! This one lasted almost 8 seconds and was very quiet, just a soft hiss. I didn't think it was possible, but this one was easily twice as bad as her first one. I gagged and yacked up again into my gag a little, shuddering down my spine as I swallowed the vomit and was reminded of Cassie's nasty sweaty panties in my mouth again. frrrrrappt, brrrappt. ffffffft, phhhhrrrrrrraaap, rrrrrrrrrrrrrtt, ffffffffffff.... They just didn't stop. Wave after wave of rancid, cheesy butt air forced its way up my nostrils. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my arms started flailing weakly, and suddenly my breathing became labored. I don't know how long I was under there, but I was brought to the brink of blacking out again and again, before Cassie finally slid up and dropped her soft bouncy ass right on my chest. "Ooomph, uhhh... mmmmm, nooo more... mmmmphhh... ahhhhrrrmmmmm!!!" I pleaded and begged into my gag. My eyes burned and my face was bright red from the constant rubbing and sweat. Taylor looked down at me with a hungry look, biting her lip a little bit and mming softly. "Cassie's definitely winning so far!" I heard Abby say. "YESSS!" Cassie started doing a little victory dance, still sitting on my chest. Then all of a sudden she shoved her ass back up to my face, and I felt my nose slip into the crevice between her ass and pussy. She leaned forward, grinding my nose right into her pussy, and I could feel how dripping wet she was. She rubbed it back and forth on my nose a few times and then farted one more time, laughing. "Mmm mmm MMMMM, doesn't that smell so yummy!!" she mocked me. Then she hopped up quickly and skipped over to the futon. I could see her pulling her shorts out of her ass crack, frowning. "Ugh. His nose gave me a wedgie!" Taylor sat down on my stomach and leaned down, stopping with her face just an inch from mine. She reached her hand down under her skirt and lifted herself up just a little bit for a second. Then she brought her hand out and stuck two fingers under my nose. She wrinkled her nose and looked wickedly straight into my eyes. "Ewwwy, my butt is all slimy! Here, smell it..." I realized that she'd rubbed her fingers in her ass crack and was now making me smell it. Abby cracked up. "Kellllly, ewww that's nasty!!" Cassie giggled. "Yeah. Good thing we're keeping our panties on, huh Brad??" Taylor glared down at me, grinning and hissed, "Yeah, good thing, HUH Brad?" Her eyes twinkled viciously down at me. I tried to scream "NOOO, KELLY PULLS HER UNDERWEAR TO THE SIDE, DON'T LET HER SIT ON ME AGAIN!!!" but it just came out as one long muffle. Taylor's eyes narrowed a little as she leaned down and growled into my ear, "They can't understand you. Now, I hope you're ready for me to wipe my sticky, slimy, stinky bare butthole all over your cute little nose..." she tapped me on the nose affectionately as she said the word "nose" and smiled sweetly down at me. Her look of innocence was almost believable, even by me. "I don't know guys, my ass is really grimy and I had that indian food for lunch..." she looked down at me again, slyly smirking, as if to say "you're fucking dead..." but still trying to act sweet. They were totally buying it. My heart sank even more. "Come on Kel Kel, smother that little bitch and make him smell your farts. You started this!" Abby said. Taylor laughed a little. "I know, but..." "NO butts. Except yours. On his face. Now!" Cassie said. They all started giggling. My eyes went wide as Taylor slid up, her crotch pushing into my chin. Her skirt flipped down over my forehead and she settled down as my nose pressed hard into the rancid, moist crotch of her panties. Then she slid around slowly, as my nose spun around, staying up inside her wet and incredibly smelly twat. As she faced my feet, she slid down a little and my nose slipped into the crack between her ass and her pussy. I squirmed a little and whimpered up into her as the smell just got worse, and I knew soon my nose would be up her ass crack. "Ooh, you weren't kidding Cassie! I've got a serious wedgie!" Taylor's hand came up under her skirt, and she lifted up a little, wriggling. Then, she pulled her panties completely to the side and slowly started lowering her naked ass onto my face... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MMMPH, MMMMM AHHHHHKKKRRRMMMM!!!" I wildly thrashed and screamed. Immediately, Abby sat down on my legs and grabbed my balls. Cassie started laughing. "Damn Kel, why does he thrash so much whenever you sit on him?" Taylor giggled. "I don't know, I'm just super rank I guess!" She said sweetly as she slid back and forth, working my nose into her greasy, slimy asshole. The smell was absolutely nauseating, and the feeling was so disgusting. "Is that it, Brad? Is my stinky little butt too much for you? Aww... well too bad... SNIFF IT!" Taylor commanded, giggling cutely. I was so disgusted by the thought of my nose up her sweaty, gooey ass that I forgot they were having a farting contest. However, I was quickly reminded. I was already nearing the point of puking when all of a sudden, I heard Taylor start grunting. I never knew a cute sound could be so terrifying. She grunted and grunted, and I could feel her asshole puckering and releasing as it pulled and squeezed at my nose. A tiny little bit of wetness spurted out of her ass and sprayed into my nostrils. I could only hope it was sweat and not shit, but the smell suddenly got about ten times worse. It wasn't just musty ass and sweat anymore. It was potent unwashed teen girl ass mixed with the smell of pure shit. I shuddered and squirmed hard again, screaming, but Abby quickly squeezed my balls. "GOD if only they knew what Taylor was DOING to me..." I thought. "Maybe if I could push her off of me, she'd fall over and they'd see her undies pushed to the side..." I only had one chance, so I laid still for a minute, trying to regain all of my strength. Taylor took this opportunity to grind down on my face harder and push again, this time letting out a huge, loud FRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAABBBBBTT!!! fart right in my face. She let out an evil cackle and wiggled her butt from side to side, laughing and singing "my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack!!" over and over again and the girls joined in, giggling along. I threw up a little in my mouth, and forced it back down, tears welling up in my eyes against Taylor's bare ass cheeks. As the smell very slowly dissipated, I saw my chance... I thrashed up, craning my neck and pushing up against Taylor with all my force. She started to fall off to the side a little bit, but suddenly I felt enormous pressure on my balls and I went limp just in time for Taylor to right herself up. "WHAT THE HECK?!?" she spun around on my face again, pulling her panties to the side, and scooted up as my nose completely slid into her sopping wet, naked pussy. Her juice filled my nostrils and I immediately started thrashing again, as I inhaled her sweaty pussy juice, snorting it through my nose and down into my throat. I could actually taste her sharp, cheesy pussy. It was like fishy, vinegary body order and bittersweet girl cum. I started to panic as she kept my nose centered deep inside her spongy, wet little pussy. Then the fabric of her skirt was pulled back a little and I saw her sparkling blue eyes glaring down at me. She pressed harder and tightened her legs around me, scowling down at me. "If you ever try that again, I'm going to *kill* you, you little shit..." the tone of her voice was so dark that I didn't even care about breathing for a second, I was just so terrified that I didn't move a muscle. Finally, she slid back just a little bit, her pussy resting on my taped mouth. I took this time to gasp in some fresh air, as my nose still bubbled her sweaty cum a little bit as I breathed out. Even now I was still snorting in her pussy juice. It was positively wretched. "Hey, I have an idea...." I heard Abby say with a mischievous grin. She disappeared over to my side of the basement and returned with my $10 sack and the sneak-a-toke pipe I had in my bag. My eyes went wide, and I thought she was going to tell mom about it. After all this torment and torture! That BITCH! But, then I realized she wasn't going to turn me in. She was going to smoke it! She ripped open the bag and loaded the bowl. "Who wants to smoke some weed?!" "Me!!" I heard Cassie exclaim. Taylor looked up at Abby nervously. "I've... never tried it." Cassie and Abby both gasped at the same time. "WHAT THE HECK? Seriously?!!" She shoved the pipe down towards Taylor. "You're gonna have so much fun!" "Oh. My. God. If these girls all get stoned, I could be here for hours... what if they forget about me, what if they smother me, what if mom finds me tied up and they're all stoned and they say the weed was mine?!" I started freaking out all over again, but there was nothing I could do in my current position. Taylor stared eagerly at the pipe, then looked down at me. "You are SO BAD, Brad!! Don't you ever try and push me off again." She banged on my balls with the pipe a few times and I winced in pain, yelping into my gag. Then, she spun around again so her back was facing me. As my vision was overtaken once again by darkness, Taylor reached down and slid her panties to the side once again. Her asshole swallowed my nose again, and I swear it was even slimier and sweatier than it was last time. "Hey, since Brad freaks out so much whenever Taylor's sitting on his face and he almost just knocked her off, it seems only fair that she gets to sit on him longer." Abby said. My blood ran cold... Taylor giggled and wriggled her butt on my face. "You hear that Brad? You get all night to get acquainted with my SMELLY ASS! Yayyyy!!" She viciously rocked back and forth, working my nose deeper and deeper up her greasy girl hole. Then I heard Cassie and Abby explain to Taylor how to hit the pipe, and she nervously went over it a few times. I started to drift a little bit, as the lack of oxygen and unbearable smell was getting to me. Then I heard a lighter flick, and the next thing I knew, Taylor started coughing and coughing and coughing, and as she did a couple of little farts spurted out right onto my nose, waking me up from my comatose state. They all started laughing, but Taylor just started having a hysterical fit, laughing and coughing so hard. "Oh my god... hahahahahahaha... I think... hahahaha.. oh god I think I farted while I was coughi- ffffffrrrtttabbbabbtabbt" she farted again as she laughed harder and harder, and all three girls totally lost it, falling over themselves and on top of me. Taylor slumped over a little bit, lifting the weight off my nose but keeping it tucked up snugly in her sweaty crack. The rank, fresh smell of her foul gas was still permeating her naked crack, and the smell seemed to linger forever, trapped underneath her skirt with my tortured face. Finally they all calmed down, and Taylor asked "I'm not sure if I feel anything. What am I supposed to feel?" Cassie giggled. "You're already feeling it, Kel. Take another hit." And she did. I don't know how long it went on, but the pipe was passed over and over as Taylor sat bare-assed on my buttslime-covered face. The smell seemed to intensify more and more, as the farts built up under her skirt and her dirty little asshole got sweatier and sweatier. I puked I don't know how many times, swallowing it and blacking out for a minute, only to wake up to the sound of three evil little girls laughing their stoned asses off and Taylor's sexy little ass farting again and again straight up my trapped nose. I gave up twitching, and I moaned now and again softly but I'm pretty sure they didn't even hear me. Finally I heard Cassie say "There's no more weed, man!" "Awwww! Damnit..." Taylor whimpered a little, nuzzling down into my face with her full ass cheeks, and she slumped over again, resting her head on my lap. Her warm breath again caressed my dick, and as she laid there, her ass was lifted enough that I could breath unsmothered, but I still had to smell her stale farts and dripping wet sweaty ass. As I inhaled greedily at the air, a few beads of sweat collected in her crack and dripped down, falling on the tip of my nose and even in my left nostril, dripping down my face. I shuddered a little at the thought, as her blonde little asshole hairs tickled my nose. I still couldn't see anything, but I felt her asshole pucker and release a few times, and I knew she was trying to fart again. "Please, just let this stop.... please, god, get me out of here..." I began pleading to no one in my mind. Taylor's hand non-chalantly fell over my dick softly, and she started squeezing and rubbing it a little. I grew a little harder, but then fuuuurrrrrrrrrrppppttt, she blew a hot, slow ass burner down all over my nose. I clenched my watering eyes shut and tried not to breathe for as long as I could, but with the tent-like skirt holding it captive, the smell had nowhere to go but into my lungs. "HEY! What are you doing??" I heard Cassie shout. Taylor immediately sat up and SLUUURP, my nose went right up inside her sticky stinky crack again. I started whimpering softly, as my breathing became labored and the feeling and smell started to send me into waves of nausea yet again. "I... what? Nothing... what do you mean?" Taylor asked, startled. I was willing to bet she was stroking my dick absentmindedly because she was stoned, and I could hear the worried tone in her voice. "You were... touching his penis!!" Abby exclaimed. "I was...?" Taylor asked blankly. Cassie just started giggling. "Haha... penis... hey, wait, I wanna touch his penis..." Then I felt two hands grab at my shorts and tug a little. "STOP IT!" Abby shouted. "That's gross! He's my BROTHER!" "You don't have to touch it, I just want to see it.... pleeeaaaaase??" Cassie pleaded with my sister. "Guys, wait, can I interrupt for a second?" It was Taylor. Abby and Cassie grew silent, waiting. FFFRRRRRRABBBBBTTTTTTTTUHHHHHSSSSSSSSSS!!!! "Ahhhhh. Mmm, okay, all better!" Taylor giggled and rubbed her stomach, doing the cha cha with her naked ass on my face. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm, MMM! Cha cha cha cha cha, CHA! Smell it up you lo-SER, sniff my stinky ass-HOLE, yummy yummy yumm-EE!" She enunciated the words with hard flicks of her waist, working my nose deeper and deeper into her tight shitter. "HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!" All three girls died laughing, and Taylor again slumped over on me, lifting up a little. I don't know if she realized it, but when she did that, it was almost worse than when she was sitting full-weight on me. Her asshole was spread but not pushing down on me, only surrounding my nose, plus all the farts under her skirt were still unbelievably potent. Unfortunately, I was short of air so I gasped breath after breath through my sore nose. "Kel, don't you wanna play with Brad's penis?" Taylor shifted uncomfortably on top of me a little bit. I started moaning "nooooo, please let me go..." up into her ass. "Well...." "GOD. Okay, FINE. You can see it, but only for a second!" Abby said. Cassie eagerly tugged my shorts down and as soon as my boxers were showing, I felt two more hands slide into them. They must have been Taylor's, because she leaned down and shifted up a little more. Then, the phone rang. I think all four of us were startled. "Oh please god please god let it be the police.. or mom... something, anything to get me OUT OF HERE!" I thought. Abby jumped up and ran across the room to answer it. "Oh HIII Greg!" She said in a flirtatious tone and giggled. "Happy 4th of July to you too baby!" I heard Cassie whisper "Okay we won't!" and I assume Abby signaled something to her. Then, I heard footsteps going up the stairs. Oh god. My sister had left me alone down here with these two savage, stoned dominatrixes... The next thing I knew, Taylor farted again, only barely giggling this time. It had become such a normal thing now that she almost didn't even notice. Then, my boxers started sliding down. I felt 10 little fingertips on my naked balls, and then another hand wrapped around my half-hard dick. "It's so sexy..." I heard Cassie say quietly. Taylor shifted again on my face a little. "I kind of want to... you know...." Cassie giggled a little bit. "What?" "I dunno, I just... I want to suck on it for a minute..." Cassie laughed quietly. "Yeah, me too... let's try it..." Then I felt hot breath near the head of my dick... I couldn't help it, I started to get a little more hard... and then two wet lips pressed themselves into me and I shuddered from the intensely good feeling. Despite my predicament, I almost forgot where I was and started to enjoy it. But then.... "KELLY!!!! OH MY FREAKIN GODDDDDD!!!" At first I thought my sister had come back down. But it was Cassie. She was standing behind Taylor, and while Taylor was putting her mouth around my dick, her ass had lifted up a little more and Cassie noticed her panties pushed to the side... "You little bitch!" she said through an evil giggle. "EWWW holy shit, his nose is all brown!! Have you been like this the whole time??" Taylor giggled, her lips still around my dick. "Mhmmm..." Then without warning Taylor went tumbling over to the side and I heard giggling as the two girls wrestled around for a minute. Finally I looked up to see Taylor crawling towards me with a sexy, hungry look on her face. She bit her lip and licked it a little as she crawled up over my legs and dangled her long, brown hair over my naked thighs and balls. Then, I saw Cassie come into my view, towering over me. She wriggled out of her white cotton shorts and stood directly over my face. "I hope my butt isn't too grimy for you!!" and she slowly lowered her ass down to my face. As she got lower, her asshole spread wider, and the tip of my nose brushed over her cheek as she centered herself on my face. Just as I started to smell her potent girl ass, I felt the intensely explosive sensation of a hot, wet mouth sliding down around my cock. I got a little harder in Taylor's mouth as Cassie started rocking her sweaty slime hole up and down my nose. Taylor took her mouth off of my dick and said "He's starting to get hard, but everytime I farted it got softer, so like don't fart or anything for a sec, I wanna see how hard I can make him with my mouth..." Just then, Cassie giggled and ffffffffffftttttttppptptpt. "Ooops. Sorry!" My dick shrunk down a little as Taylor whined. "NOOO!! Come on, please..." Cassie said, "You better start sucking girl. Let's see if my farts are better than your mouth!" They both giggled and immediately I felt Taylor go down on me again, sucking and swirling her tongue around my dick. Her fingers danced around the bottom of my shaft and balls as she slowly took more and more of me down her throat, making me grow and grow, slowly... She mmmed and giggled against my dick, sending pleasure waves down my spine. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I'm pretty sure this was her first blowjob, and since I couldn't say anything, all I could do was lay there and let her experiment. I screamed and squealed, moaned, and tried to tell her when it was too hard or I felt teeth, but all I could do was lay there while Cassie tormented me. "Does it feel good to have your dick sucked Brad? I bet it does. Too bad you won't be enjoying it tonight." As if on cue, right then she let out a huge SBD fart that stunk up the entire room, and I started coughing and spurting, grimacing and gagging up into her panties. She reached back and spread her cheeks open wider, moving her hips to grind her entire asshole up and down my nose, stopping in the center to push it in as deep as it would go. "Sniff my sexy ass, fartslave. Mmmmm... yeah.... that's a good boy..." she farted again, and again. "Sniff... snifffff... mmmm, SMELL IT!!!" she hissed in a quiet but stern tone. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started twitching from lack of oxygen and the sulfur in my brain. Then all of a sudden, my eyes shot open and I screamed as Taylor was scraping her teeth over the head of my dick. "I don't think he likes this..." she said, giggling as she did it again and again. "WAKE UP BRAD!!" I thrashed a little but with Cassie on my face and Taylor on my legs, I barely even moved. "But he does like this..." Then she slowly took the entire length of my erect dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue slowly in circles, and moved her mouth up and down, getting a little faster every time, pausing to suck hard on the head of my dick every once in awhile. "Mmmm god he tastes so good...." They stayed like this for about 30 minutes. Taylor would make me as hard as she could while Cassie rocked back and forth on my face, barraging me with wave after wave of naked ass gas. They giggled and competed with each other to make me harder and softer. It was the most insanely cruel torture imaginable. Finally, after what felt like days, I blacked out. I think they figured it out when I went limp (figuratively, and literally, if you know what I mean). I awoke to a light slap on the face. Taylor was straddling me, and I noticed my shorts were back on. Christ my dick was throbbing and sore, I'm sure it was bright red from Taylor's intense sucking. She beamed down at me, smiling brightly. "Hi there Braaaad!" She giggled and brushed the back of her hand on my cheek sweetly. "I missed you..." she made a pouty face and then she grinned a little. "Hey Kaileybannana, I've got a wicked idea." I saw Cassie's face hover over me, and she was wearing a content smirk. She was squirming back into her shorts. "Really? Tell me..." Her eyes gleamed down at me, and I quickly wished I was back in that dark place I'd escaped to earlier... Taylor sat back on my stomach and leaned forward, untying her laces and slipping off her old, stained grey running shoes. As she did, she placed her feet near my head and looked inside her shoe, wrinkling her nose and frowning. "These shoes are so disgusting..." she giggled and held the open end over my nose. I turned my head a little and she just giggled more and tossed the shoe to the side. "So, when Abby gets down here, I'm gonna tell her that I want to put my crusty socks in Brad's mouth." I made a slight groaning sound, and Taylor just shot me a smirk and immediately placed her yellow crunchy socks over my face and laughed. "Brad, shut the heck up!" She pressed down hard and the smell attacked me with a quickness. Sharp, vinegary, stale cheese popcorn, and a hint of something totally different and all-together pungent. This girl's feet were RANK. I thrashed my head a little and I felt a hand reach down and grip my balls. "BRAD. For FUCKS sake, do we have to go through this EVERY TIME? Now lie still and sniff my cheesy feet!" Cassie giggled. "Okay, so what's your idea?? Is that it, making him suck your socks? I love it." I saw her grinning down at me for half a second from underneath Taylor's grimy socked feet. The smell was so fresh and potent that my mouth started watering and my nose itched. "Oh nooo, that's just the beginning!" Taylor chimed. She started rubbing her sweaty feet slowly up and down my face, pausing at the balls of her feet and up under her toes because she saw that I lurched the most there. "So, I'll take the tape off his mouth, but then I'll say I wanna sit on his face without the tape on his mouth, and when I do..." she giggled a little and spread her feet apart, exposing me face, and wiggled her butt a little on my stomach. "I'm gonna pull my panties to the side and Bradley here is gonna stick his tongue up my filthy lil butthole and lick, lick, lick..." My eyes shot open wide and Cassie gasped and then was silent for a minute. I shook my head "NO NO NO!!!" and whimpered a little. Then Cassie laughed cautiously. "Kel, that's.... I mean your ass is so..." "Oh I know, I'm all stank and gooey down there. But... I've always wanted someone to lick me there, and... well, maybe you're right-" A worried look came over Taylor's face and I thought to myself "OH thank god..." But then Cassie quickly interrupted her. "No, NO come on, you have to do it... it's so... evil! And you gotta tell me how it feels..." Cassie said, trying to hold back a half-disgusted laugh. Taylor started to say something but then the girls turned to look at me as we all heard footsteps come racing down the stares. Taylor smirked at me a little and leaned down pressing her lips to my ear and growled, "And if I don't feel your tongue wiggling deep inside my sweaty butt the ENTIRE time, I'm gonna tape my nasty socks in your mouth, grind your nose into my dirty little crack and fart over and over again until you wish you were fucking dead." The way she said it turned my blood cold, and all I could do was look sadly up at her and nod a little. She hopped up and smiled sweetly at Cassie. "Showtime!" "Sorry guys, I had to talk to my baby for awhile. So how's it going down here, did you guys get your stupid penis fetish all-" Abby came into view and stopped, giggling a little. "You girls are up to something..." Cassie laughed. "Shut up..." I heard Abby sniff the air. "Eww, Taylor did you take your shoes off?" She cracked up and looked down bashfully. "Yes...." Cassie chimed in. "So Taylor had a great idea!" My eyes darted from girl to girl. Abby was the first one to look down at me. I whimpered a little and stared her deep in the eyes, shaking my head a little, as if to say "your friends are the devil, please please please let me up, I'm your brother and you should love me more than this, please..." She broke our stare quickly. "Mm, I like ideas..." I closed my eyes and started to cry again softly. Taylor then looked down as I opened my eyes, and she glared down at me. "STOP IT" she mouthed, and then quickly covered my face with her smelly feet again and started talking. "I wanted to... uhhmm, maybe make him suck on my crusty gym socks?" Abby grinned big. "Sounds good!" Oh god, it was starting... Taylor immediately swooped down on me and peeled the tape slowly from my mouth. She again leaned to my ear and hissed, "and if you say one god damn word when I remove this tape, I'll put it right back and Cassie and I will deny everything and the three of us will take turns practicing our soccer kicks on your balls. And I'm not even close to kidding. Trust me. YOU DON'T WANT THAT." She growled the last four words, and I knew she was serious. The tape was ripped off, and I almost said "oww" as I spit out Cassie's soaked underwear, but Taylor saw my mouth move and I quickly just made a light "mmm" sound. Cassie busted up laughing. "Oh my gosh, LOOK!" She picked up her undies and held them out. "They're like, clean!!" And it was true. The sweat stains and skid marks were all gone. I shuddered at the thought of knowing I had swallowed all of that... Abby cracked up. "Wow bro, you make a good washing machine. I'll have to try that sometime." Taylor giggled and then spun around. "HEY! So, can I sit on his face with his mouth untaped? I think I'll enjoy it more. With his mouth taped I keep worrying about smothering him and I feel bad knowing how bad I must smell, at least this way he can kind of breathe." She cracked up as she finished her sentence. God she was good. Her performance was almost believable. Abby flopped down on the futon and unpaused the game. "Whatever floats your boat. Just tape him up when you're done so I can make him smell my sweaty butt and fart all over his face." She said with a giggle, staring at the TV. Taylor glared viciously down at me, stepping over me and eyeballing me like a Lioness staring at her prey... "Come on Cassie, let's kill some alien scum!" Abby said. Cassie walked over to the futon, but kept her eye on me and Taylor. She wanted to watch, since she knew what was about to happen. Taylor sat down on my chest and looked over her shoulder down at me. She noticed Cassie watching, and she got up on her knees, inching backwards towards my face. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, and my eyes went wide as I could literally see her ass cheeks sticking together inside her crack from the sweat and girl goo coating her pale pink asshole and crack. "Oh please god, please no no no don't let this happen" I whispered to myself. It was just nice to be able to say something out loud, even if no one else could hear. Then, SNAP! She let go of her panties and they again hugged her plump ass cheeks together. Cassie heard the sound and giggled, but I guess Abby was completely engrossed in the game and didn't say anything. Then, without warning, Taylor made a squealing sound, yanked her panties to the side again and plopped straight down on my face. "Bonsai!!" she giggled, and Abby just chuckled, still staring at the TV. Cassie made a disgusted grimace for half a second as she watched Taylor's ass engulf my face and imagined what it must be like to have your nose sink deep into the spongy, rancid asshole of a sweaty, unwashed girl. For a second I just laid there. I couldn't bring myself to do what I knew I had to do... the part 2: For a second I just laid there. I couldn't bring myself to do what I knew I had to do... then, my heart started pounding as I felt Taylor grind her slimy crack down towards my lips. I could already taste her salty skin and the faint taste of her ass, which I knew all too well from smelling it all this time. "Okay Brad, are you read for this..." Taylor giggled and stopped with the top of her crack at my lips. After a few seconds had passed and I wasn't licking her ass, I felt the most intense pain of my entire life as she grabbed my balls and squeezed - HARD! I yelped and the tip of my tongue shot out of my mouth. I clenched my eyes shut and held my breath as I forced it out a little more, splitting her ass cheeks and working its way inside her rank, sweat-drenched crack. I heard her make a long low "Mmmmmmm" sound as I entered her. Abby laughed. "I told you this was fun, huh Kel?" Just then, Taylor's hands reached down, spreading her ass cheeks open, and she lurched forward, and before I knew it, my tongue sunk deep into the center of her salty, slimy brown hole... "Mmmmmm god.." Cassie's eyes shot open as she looked over at Taylor, mouthing the word "CAREFUL!" and putting her finger to her lips. Taylor giggled. "Yeah... it's so much fun..." Abby laughed and went back to her game, while Cassie mouthed "is he doing it??" Taylor's eyes rolled into the back of her head a little bit and she bit her lip, trying to hold back moans as my tongue probed deeper into her stinky asshole. "Mhmm" she replied to Cassie, biting her lip. Cassie's eyes sparkled as she thought about what it would feel like to have a tongue up her ass, especially while it was so filthy... Taylor showed no mercy. She grinded my tongue up and down her crack, moving painfully slowly, and if I wasn't constantly swirling it around, she pinched or squeezed my balls. The taste was unbearable. A couple of times I had to hold back my vomit, and my entire body would lurch. She would notice this and lift up just a little bit. "Mmm, good boy, you're a good boy... how are you enjoying my yummy ass?" Cassie gigged. "He better be enjoying it REALLY GOOD..." Taylor laughed and rubbed my stomach a little bit. "I know I'm pretty rank down there..." and with that she sat down again and waited for my tongue to enter her. But I couldn't do it... I clenched my lips shut and tried to choke down the taste of her overpowering girl ass. When I didn't start licking, she again squeezed my balls. I shot my tongue deep inside her ass, but she didn't stop squeezing! The pain was excruciating. I started screaming into her ass cheeks and tried as hard as I could to work my tongue in deeper. I actually could feel the tip of something inside her asshole, and it might have been a turd, but I was in too much pain to care. When I probed her as deep as I could go, she released the pressure a little bit but she kept a tight grip, and I felt her shift a little bit on top of me. "Wiggle, Brad..." Taylor said. I knew what she meant. I swallowed hard and forced myself to wiggle the tip of my tongue against the turd inside her butthole. As I did, fffffffffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaappppttptptptptptpbb bbrrrrrappafffffffsssssssss. A long, hot, steamy fart slipped out of her asshole and into my nose and mouth. As I felt her asshole expand to release the gas, it clenched up again as she finished it actually swallowed my tongue, sucking it deeper into her hole. She immediately let out a loud mmming moan... "mmmm, eat my fart, Brad...." Cassie and Abby both cracked up hard, pausing the game and covering there noses. "Jeez Kel, did that fart feel good or what?" Taylor blushed and sat back a little, mming and rocking back and forth on my tongue slowly as she reached up to straighten her hair. "Eww you guys, that was a wet one..." Cassie and Abby both made disgusted "awww, ewwwww" sounds and then had a giggle fit. I started coughing and sputtering as my tongue was showered with a thick bitter liquid, and I tried to pull it out of her ass. Immediately, she tightened her grip on my balls. "I said, WIGGLE, BRAD..." Cassie chimed in, "Yeah Brad, wiggle and choke on Taylor's ass gas!!" I yelped and shoved my tongue back inside her sticky, squirting asshole. She sighed happily and grunted, shooting another wet fart that washed over my tongue and went straight up into my nose, gagging me and coating my tongue in a thick shit spray that I was forced to swallow. "Ohh god, that one sounded juicy... poor Brad..." Cassie giggled. Taylor grunted and farted again, thankfully this one was dry, but it burned and still tasted like pure shit. This one had a more potent smell, not just like shit like the last two, but a strong sulfur and egg smell. It was wretched. I started gagging and couldn't help it, my tongue went into my mouth. I expected Taylor to squeeze my balls again and I clenched my eyes in anticipation of the pain as I choked down her fart spit. But she kept her hand lightly cupped around my balls. "Oh god, what's she doing..." I thought, as I heard her again start grunting. "Oh no..." she squealed. "What?" Abby and Cassie asked in unison. "This one's gonna be wet..." and just as she finished her sentence, BRAAAAAP!! A high pitched squeaker exploded in my face, covering my nose and mouth with brown liquid. Abby groaned as Taylor giggled. "Aww Bradley, sad for you..." Abby laughed. "At least you're not naked! EWWWW could you just imagine?" Cassie snuck a smirk at Taylor and Taylor laughed, wriggling her slimy butthole all over my face, absolutely covering me in her shit spray. "Oh yes! Good thing, HUH Brad?" Taylor said as she grinded her naked sweaty shitty asshole all over my face. Then, she resumed her position over my mouth. "My stinky butthole is all slimy. Wiggle around up inside my crack..." She clamped down on my balls again and I whimpered, sliding my tongue slowly between her shitty ass cheeks, sobbing softly. Abby laughed. "Damn Kel, you're really getting into this." Cassie giggled. "You have no idea..." as my tongue worked its way inside Taylor's ass, she moaned again softly and rocked side to side, swallowing my tongue deeper into her rancid spongy anus. "Deep breaths Brad..." she squeezed me again. "DEEPER..." she growled. I knew she meant my tongue, not my breathing. I forced it up inside her more and she twitched a little on my face, mmming. Cassie giggled. "Yeah Brad, come on you can do it deeper than that..." Taylor sat back, arching her back, forcing every single inch of my tongue as far as it would go. Cassie giggled as my deep rimming made her friend moan louder. The taste invaded my very being. Shit, sweat, thick gooey cheese-like gunk, I couldn't tell what it all was, but one thing was for sure. It tasted like pure funky girl ass and every time I thought I was starting to get her ass clean, I found more goo and cheese and sweat. If I tried to take a break or not taste her, she squeezed my balls and sat down hard on my face, not letting me breathe or releasing my balls until she felt my tongue start lashing around inside her tight anal cavity. She tightened her grip on my balls when I was as deep as I could get up her ass, and she said "Don't move..." Then she cut a hot, crispy fart right on my tongue. Then another one. Then a long hot silent one filtered up my nose. Finally, she squeaked out another wet sprayer. The combination of rotten eggs, fresh shit, rotten vegetables, sweat and pussy made my stomach lurch and I couldn't hold it anymore. I started gagging and heaving. "Oh my god, Taylor, I think he's gonna puke..." Taylor's panties snapped back and she hopped up as she shouted "Cassie GIVE ME YOUR PANTIES!!!" the panties flew at me and Taylor grabbed them. She smirked and quickly wiped the shit off my face before my sister saw, and then shoved them into my throat. I tried to scream "NO NO PLEASE LET ME.. GAHH UGH ULP GUUUHH... I HAVE TO THROW UP FIRST NOO WAIIT PLEAAMMMPPHHMMMMOOOONOOOOOOOO!!!!" she crammed them down my throat and put both hands hard over my mouth, staring straight down into my eyes. "Shhhhh, Brad. Just calm down." Right then I lurched and the puke came rushing up into my mouth. It hit Cassie's underwear and filled my mouth as Taylor tightened her grip on my mouth. "SWALLOW. DO IT NOW. You're *not* puking up my butt cheese." She glared down at me, piercing me with her devilish blue eyes. A satisfied smirk came over her lips as she saw me swallow hard, my eyes clenching shut and my body wretching under her. "Swallow it ALL..." she cooed down at me. I swallowed again and again, swallow after painful swallow, and slowly sucked the puke out of Cassie's panties. Abby was laughing so hard as she paused the game. "Okay. Enough being nice to the little brat. Let's tape his mouth up again, I have to fart!" All three of them giggled and Taylor took her hands off my mouth. I tried to spit out the soggy chunky undies. "EWWW" all three girls squealed. Cassie jumped up and grabbed one of Taylor's stiff crusty gym socks, flipped it inside out and balled it up, shoving the crusty toe end into my mouth. Taylor hopped up and ripped off a long pice of duct tape and slapped it over my mouth. I was so warn out and shocked from the act of swallowing my own puke I didn't have time to react or say a word, and before I knew it, I was staring up again at my sister's ass. She stopped halfway as she was crouching down. "Oooh god I have to fart..." she cackled and quickly threw down her shorts and dropped down onto my face, giggling as Cassie and Taylor both let out a loud gasp. Just as Abby got low enough that her asshole spread open and her thong went up her crack, she guided my nose right into her hole and grunted hard. frraaappapppbrappttttfffffsssssssssaaappaaapapapap ptt!! A long, hot, excruciating fart shot up my nostrils. I forgot how hard it was when your mouth was taped shut. Even though my tongue had been up Taylor's ass, her farts weren't nearly this bad, plus I could breathe through my mouth sometimes. Abby's farts could kill, I was sure of it. And Cassie and Taylor agreed. "Oh. my. goddddddddd. ERIKA! That is sooo RANK! And you're wearing a THONG!" Taylor exclaimed, giggling at Cassie. Abby responded by grunting again and farting twice as long, then grinding down hard to wipe her asshole up and down my nose. I was forced again to inhale the rotten egg/vegetable/sweaty girl cheese farts and pure unwashed hot-summer's-day ass of my sister, as she wriggled back and forth. She started singing "fart, fart, baby!" to the tune of that stupid vanilla ice song "ice ice, baby". All the girls chimed in and they all giggled and sang "fart, fart, baby, ding ding da da ding ding!" right after that Abby would grunt and strain and fart all over my face, over and over and over and over again. I didn't think anything could be worse than this. Waves of nausea washed over me and I blacked out I don't know how many times. Eventually I was woken up to light slaps on my face. I thought it might be over... but little did I know, the worst was yet to come...

Wendy and I never needed to invite anybody else into our very passionate and fulfilling sex life but on one occasion we broke that rule. As I’ve mentioned, Wendy was and actor and has had a number of minor roles over the years since I met her at a film studio in the 1960s. She had formed a number of friendships with some of the other girls she acted alongside. In particular two other girls (ladies now really), Emma and Maggie, who had regularly met up with Wendy for a few drinks and a good chat. As it was getting towards their tenth anniversary (since they first met) they decided to meet up dressed in the costumes they wore for the film - gymslip, white blouse, tie, stockings and suspenders. Wendy, said to me that rather than meet up in a pub, and no doubt attract the wrong sort of attention, they thought it would be good idea to meet up at one of their homes. She then asked if that could be in our house? Would that be ok? I didn’t foresee any problem at all so gave them the go ahead. It was on a Saturday a few weeks later when Wendy came downstairs, in the early afternoon, dressed in her uniform and, I’m sure, wearing her favourite navy blue knickers. A fact that was confirmed when she embraced me, took my hand and, placing under the skirt of her gymslip, encouraged me to fondle her pussy through her knicks. ‘I’m feeling unbelievably horny my darling,’ she said. ‘I’ve had to have a wank as soon as put my knickers on. I wonder if Maggie and Emma feel the same?’ ‘I would doubt it,’ I said ‘I seriously doubt that anybody gets a horny as you do when you dress up. But if you’re really feeling that way at the moment why don’t I slip my hands down your knickers and give you a little wank?’. Within seconds Wendy had her gymslip lifted and her knickers fully exposed. Moistening my fingers I started to slide my hand down inside the front of her knickers. Her pussy was was quite hot to the touch, was very, very swollen whilst also extremely wet! I started to wank her very gently. Manipulating my fingers in and out of her pussy and circling her fully engorged clit. She was so worked up that she came very, very quickly with a very audible gasp. She fell against me. ‘That was lovely, darling. Think I needed it too. And I think judging by what I could feel nudging against my backside I think you quite enjoyed it too. I promise I’ll sort you out later,’ giving my very stiff cock a gently squeeze. We’d only just got ourselves ‘sorted out’, Wendy to calm her racing heart me to deflate my cock, when the doorbell rang. Wendy went and greeted her guests, Emma and Maggie (who I’d met once or twice before) and invited them to take a seat in our front room, The two ladies took off their coats, gave them to me to hang up for them, and revealed that they were indeed dressed exactly like Wendy in their ‘school uniform film costumes’. Wendy, thanked them for coming and said it was lovely to reminisce about how they’d all got together ten years ago on that film set. With wine and glasses on the coffee table I left them to get on with their shared memories. About an hour later Wendy called me and asked me to bring through another bottle of wine and a couple of trays of ‘nibbles’. I did so and found the three ladies a little ‘merry’ shall we say. If anything it had lowered their inhibitions and they were merrily talking about the film they’d made together and the effect that swanning around as ‘schoolgirls’ in their school uniforms had on the film crew who, according to Emma, were constantly trying to look up their skirts to look at their navy blue knickers! I was just about to leave when Wendy said said, ‘Just stay for a little while longer, darling. You may enjoy our conversation. I was telling the girls how we met on the set and how, through me, you had developed quite an ‘interest’ in school knickers. Over the years we’ve had a tremendous sex life often based on or around me in various school knickers.’ I was starting to feel very embarrassed with them all talking like this. But I put it down to the wine talking. Wendy, after refreshing their glasses, came and and sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting on and, I don’t know how she did it but she sort of trapped my hand under her gymslip so that I got a lovely handful of pussy enclosed in navy blue knickers. ‘Have either of you two had any experiences with wearing school knickers or school uniform?’ Wendy asked. Emma spoke first. ‘Yes, I have to admit, I have,’ she said. ‘I once returned home earlier than expected and found my husband wanking away with my old school knickers with the DVD of our film on the TV and watching the bit where we were all running around in just our knickers! I said to him that I never knew he was into schoolgirl’s uniforms and school knickers and he confessed that he was, he knew I had some knickers around the house and often fantasised about me in uniform wearing my school knickers. Well, to cut a long story short we had the most fantastic sex session after that. We fucked, sucked, licked and wanked each other for hours. It was brilliant and we still manage a few similar sessions every so often.’ Wendy squirmed on my hand a little so she had her pussy more directly being touched by it. She started to very gently rub her be-knickered pussy a little harder against my fingers and hand. Emma, meanwhile, continued her story, ‘As a matter of interest the knickers I’m wearing now are the very knickers I wear when we’re ‘playing’.’ And she lifted up her gymslip and did a little spin around to show us all her lovely navy blue knickers. ‘I also have to admit that,’ she added, ‘I had to have a wank in them this morning as I got ready to come here because the association with amazing sex is just so attached to wearing these knicks.’ Wendy squirmed a little more and I could tell she was definitely getting-off on my hand! Maggie then joined in.’I can’t say I’ve had such an experience as Em has had. It sounds fabulous I have to say. But I do like to dress up in my knickers and others I bought since for a really good wank most days. I just love the way my cum juices spray out into the gusset and stain them. Funnily enough before I came here I also felt I needed a good bit of masturbation. So I’m probably a bit stained down there now, because once I started I couldn’t stop!!’ And so saying she got up, lifted her gymslip and let us all examine her navy knickers. They were certainly very wet round her pussy. Wendy squirmed some more. Perhaps a little more frenetically. I, on the other hand had developed quite a hard-on listening and watching the three ladies. Emma asked, ‘ You were wearing your school uniform when you met weren’t you? Tell us about how you two happened to meet and what went on in the caravan while we were working away elsewhere?’ ‘Well,’ said Wendy, ‘I won’t go into full details but I will say this, that the amount of spunk and distance it travelled as I worked on his cock was just amazing. I love to watch a cock spunking but this was truly spectacular.’ ‘I’d have loved to see that. Wow! So, how did you do it? Did you just rub his cock with your hand? asked Maggie. My memory of the event was still so very strongly imprinted on my mind that my cock continued to grow inside my trousers. ‘Not quite,' replied Wendy, ‘First of all he rubbed my pussy for a while and I had the most amazing cum then I … well, why don’t I show you?’ ‘What!’ I said.’ I don’t think so.’ ‘But darling I said I owed you a big cum after you wanked me off before. And I’m sure Em and Mags would love to see you cock spurting. Wouldn’t you, girls?’ She now had her hand firmly on my cock as she said this. ‘Yes I’d love to see that. Yes please,’ both girls said together. I was still very apprehensive about this and worried that I was unlikely to be able to ‘perform’ in the circumstances but Wendy was totally undaunted and so she stood me up and started to unbutton trousers and as she pulled down my underpants and made me step out of them my fully engorged cock stood proudly, and embarrassingly, to attention. She turned me slightly towards her two guests. ’Wow! said both ladies, ‘look at that. What a beautiful cock.’ ‘I warn you,’ said Wendy, ‘He can tend to spurt his spunk some distance so stand by.’ I was very flattered with the ‘promotion’ of my ‘skills’ and the flattering response to seeing my cock but I still had serious doubts I’d be able to ‘perform’ in front of an audience. But I’d reckoned without Wendy! She started on my cock kneeling in front of me. Initially, a gentle stroking then a little sucking I was starting to concentrate more on the feeling in my cock than on the general situation. By and large my eyes were closed as I homed in, mentally, on the feeling emanating from my cock but I did open them briefly and I could see the two ladies rather busy themselves. Emma had her gymslip pulled up to her waist and her hand was down the front of her navy knickers obviously working away on her pussy. Maggie in the meantime had lifted he gymslip and pulled her knickers down to her thighs. She too was stroking her pussy. Quite vigorously in her case! Wendy stopped, ‘Don’t worry darling I’ll be resume in a second I just want to take off my knickers.’ Taking up a position alongside me and reaching around slightly (I presume to give the ladies a better view) she resumed her wanking of me. This time with her lovely, warm and soft navy knickers wrapped around my cock. Almost teasingly she gently, yet firmly, pulled at my very rampant penis. I was getting very close and Wendy knew it. ‘Standby girls he’s about to blow.’ Squeezing my cock so as to almost halt the spunk she then let it go and, boy, did I blow. My spunk flew from my cock as Wendy milked it hard. I heard a gasp and moan as one of the ladies climaxed (Wendy found out, at a subsequent meeting of the three of them, that some of my spunk had hit Emma on her thigh and on the front of her knickers and which, in turn, had brought her to her masturbatory climax). Still spurting a little Wendy leant round me and started sucking up the last of my semen. Another gasp and another orgasm happened somewhere in the room. I was spent. As were two ladies elsewhere in the room. ‘Well,’ said Wendy, ‘I told you.’ ‘That was absolutely spectacular, Wendy, I have never seen anything like it in my life. You’re a very lucky lady. You really are so much on the same sexual wavelength, the pair of you, that I not surprised you have such amazing sex sessions,’ said Emma. Both ladies hadn’t moved from there orgasmic positions yet. Both had the hems of their gymslips still up around their waists with Emma’s knickers still in full view and Maggie’s knickers still round her thighs and her pussy (another bald one!) exposed and looking a little pink. Gradually, we all made ourselves decent again. We all sat there for a while longer and finished our wine as if nothing had ever happened. They both left about half an hour later. As we said goodbye to them Maggie said to me, ‘Thank you for a magic afternoon. Guess we’ll see you again in ten years time!’ Wendy laughed. I didn’t have a clue whether she meant it or not. As I gave Wendy the good fucking she was ‘desperate’ for shortly after the ladies left she let me into a little secret. It wasn’t, as I thought, a spontaneous event but one they had been planning for some time. Wendy had mentioned how we’d met and what we’d done, how I’d impressed her with my cock and spunking and they all worked out a way to see it for themselves. Cheeky but I’m not complaining. Wendy’s knowledge of how to get the best amount of spunk from me dated back to before our marriage. Her flatmates, Emma and Maggie, had both gone home one weekend so Wendy had the place to herself. I was round bright and early to see her on the Saturday morning to be informed that her vagina was off limits for a few days ‘But my clit is still available. However, I really want to take the opportunity to carry out a little experiment,’ she told me. I was intrigued. She explained, ‘I’ve tried a few different ways to wank you off but I’ve never really compared how much spunk comes out. So, over the next couple of days, I’d like to try three of my favourite ways of wanking you. By hand, by mouth or by rubbing you with my school knickers. You ok with that?’ ‘Yes, definitely,’ I replied. ‘Right. Off with your trousers and underpants. And remember, this is my experiment so what I decide in the end is to be regarded as the official result!’ Stripped and ready for action my circumsised cock was already half erect with the thought of what was ahead of me. Wendy told me to lay on the bed and very gently, as she always did, she took my cock in her hands and started to stroke it. It didn’t take me long to be fully erect. Soon very red, with an fully engorged purple end Wendy continued to concentrate both on my shaft, my frenulum and my glans. Her hands being soft and dry were giving me so much pleasure that it wasn’t long until I started to spurt on to my chest and tummy. While still working the spunk out of cock Wendy took careful note of how much spunk I’d produced before licking it all up, holding in her mouth for a little while before swallowing it. “Very impressive, Jamie. Well done you,’ she said. ‘No, well done you,’ I replied. ‘Now, if you’ll just return the compliment by rubbing my clit till I come that would be lovely.’ she asked. I did as I was told and a lovely orgasm ensued. We went out for much of the day, shopping, eating a meal together and visiting a local art gallery. When we returned Wendy said, ‘Now for wank number two. Think I’ll suck you off this time. Strip off for me again, darling.’ Again laying on the bed. Wendy gave my penis a little stroke to get it going then bent over the bed and took my, by now, erect cock in her mouth. She worked her mouth and tongue gorgeously over my extremely rampant cock. Again playing with my frenulum, nibbling it then sucking and then my glans. In no time at all I said, ‘I’m going to cum, darling.’ Wendy, started to rub my shaft whist sucking the end of my cock and I began unloading my second load of spunk into her mouth this time. When I’d finished Wendy again held all my semen in her mouth as if measuring the amount then swallowed it once more. ‘Mmmm, very nice,’ she said. After reciprocating once more by giving her clitoris my undivided attention I went home with the promise I’d be back in the morning to let her complete her ‘experiment’! When I returned the next morning Wendy was well ready for me. Wearing a pair of maroon school knickers and a white, school blouse (with no bra!) she paraded around the flat for a little while before announcing that she’d like to have her cum first if that was ok. ‘Absolutely no problem,’ I remarked.’Then slip off your trousers and undies and snuggle in behind me,’ she said. I did. Snuggled right up against her my, initially, flaccid, cock started to get rather excited rubbing, very gently as I moved a little, against Wendy’s gorgeous knickers and buttocks. Firstly, I slipped by hands up her front, under her blouse to play with and arouse her breasts and nipples. “Mmm, that feels good, darling,’ said Wendy. I wasn’t quite sure whether she meant the stimulation I was giving to her breasts or the stimulation she was giving to my, totally engorged cock. I slid my hands down from her breasts and quickly licking my fingers whilst gently, holding her knickers slightly away from her body, worked my way down to her clit. Her pussy was extremely swollen and I asked her if she’d been getting ready for my visit with a little bit of masturbation? ‘I have to admit I have. But only the once!’ she replied. I worked my finger carefully around her very swollen and agitated clitoris. She started to writhe, then moan, then sort of collapsed against me as she orgasmed. After a little while she said, ’You’re certainly brilliant at getting me off my darling. That was simply gorgeous, Now what is it I can feel poking into my soft, maroon knickers? Let me have a look.’ Wendy turned round and said, ‘Oh, its a big, thick, very, very engorged cock! I think I’d better finish off my experiment on it straight away.’ She, turned round and, almost at the same time, removed her knickers. Wrapping them round my straining cock she started to gently rub the soft cotton material against my erection. Rubbing so slowly the effect was absolutely mind-blowingly erotic and I said to her, ‘Think I’m just about to come, darling.’ And cum I did! Once again my spunk shot out of cock while Wendy continued to work her knickers against it. After she’d milked me to a stop she said, ’Oh dear, I forgot to catch your spunk in my mouth so I could measure how much this method produced! Damn. I guess we’ll have to do it all again next month!’ And we did try every month when she was otherwise unable to accommodate my cock in her pussy but we never managed to get a proper result funnily enough. It was fun trying though.

This is my first story. It is true and just happened to me recently, and fulfilled a fantasy that I have had for a long time. First a little background: My name is Mike and I’m 32 years old. I’m mixed half black and half white. I stay in good shape. I hit the gym 3 times a week, stand at 5’7, 160 lbs., and bench 285 curl 55 dumb bells and run a mile in about 7 minutes. I am very well defined and keep a clean shaven head, a beard and I wear glasses. I’m from Wichita, Kansas where this story happened. I work a 40 hour a week job and on occasion pick up a shift at a restaurant whenever they need someone to pick up a shift and that’s a good place to start. It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when I was at my day job when I got a text from the cook at the restaurant. She had drunk an energy drink that didn’t agree with her and nobody else could cover her shift, I was her only hope. I normally don’t like closing on weekdays as I have to be up at 6 am every weekday but I told her I would cover her shift. I rushed home and got out of my slacks and tie and got into my denim and tee and rushed downtown. It was a busy evening and I ended up leaving at 11:15. I was planning on going straight home and going to bed, little did I know that my normal 10 minute drive home was going to take a long detour. I had gotten off on my normal exit that took me through the “hood” in my city and as I drove down the street I saw her. A white girl, with strawberry blonde hair, she was notable wearing eye shadow, pants, boots and a jacket. She was too dressed up to be a hooker, plus who would hook on a rainy Tuesday night at 11:30 on a main street? She looked like she may have come from a club or was planning on going to one. I passed her wondering if I should see if she would want a ride. I had given rides to strange random women before and 80% of the time I ended up getting a sexual favor from the woman. I wondered to myself if I could get at least a blowjob from this girl if I gave her a ride. I took the next turn and turned around and went towards her. I rolled down my passenger side window and asked her if she needed a ride. She said yes, that she need to get to the other side of the city and that she would give me gas money, I told her not to worry about it. I asked her name as I jumped back onto the highway, “Holly” she said as we started to talk. I asked her how old she was “26” she said as she asked me my age. When I told her she stated matter of fact way that I was older than her. When I asked her what she was doing over there she told me she was seeing a “client”, an escort I thought to myself, I asked her what she did. She told me she was a dancer. She met this client at Club G, she had agreed to come over to do a private show but apparently he had been doing dope, acting crazy and not obeying her rules so she just left. I asked her how much she charged for a private dance, “$100” Holly said. Now I’ve always had a fantasy of getting a private dance from a stripper that turned into something more and now sitting next to me in my car was that exact chance, but could I do it. We continued to drive and as she told me how she lost her license because of a DUI, how she use to dance at Club G, but was working at Pleasures, and was thinking of working at Jezebel’s. I continued towards her grandmother’s house, getting off the highway and going toward her destination I noticed a branch of my bank and made a mental note. We were getting closer to where she wanted to go when I saw it, a hotel, it was now or never. “How about I get a private dance from you so you can make a little bit of money tonight, we can go to that hotel”, Holly said “Sure”. I found a street to turn around, got to the back and took out $100 plus a little extra and went back to the hotel.When we got out of the car I was finally able to see her full figure. Besides the strawberry blonde hair and the eye shadow she stood 5’6 weighed probably 110-115 lbs., probably only a 28-30 inch waist and maybe 32-34 A or B cup tits that I would see later. We went to the lobby. They had two types of rooms, a double and a hot tub room. She said wanted the hot tub but was ok with the double beds since it was $50 cheaper. The man behind the counter decided to work me a deal and offered me the hot tub room for $30 less. I would come to thank myself for getting that hot tub. We went to the room, the lights went on, and she found a station on the clock-radio as she closed the curtains and I took off my Dr. Martens and sat in a chair and she tripped to her bra and panties. I handed her the $100 as she asked me what kind of dance I wanted, I told her any kind she wanted. She asked me if I wanted her topless, I told her the less the better and she almost reluctantly took off her bra exposing her small perky tits. She started to dance, moving her hips, grinding against me, pushing her tits into my mouth, letting me touch her. She got on the floor and did a back bend putting her legs over my shoulders and her pussy right in my face, she pulled her panties to the side and shown me her shaven pussy, I tried to come forward to lich but she pulled away and wagged her finger at me. She straddled me and started to grind against me, she put her hand on my chest and noticed how muscular it was; I took a cue and took off my shirt. She gasped in amazement and started to feel my chest and arms. She stopped and asked if I wanted to take a bath together, I said yes, and she said that would mean we would have to be naked together. I went over and started the hot tub as she went into the bathroom, she came out shyly covering her pussy as I undressed and the hot tub filled. I got in and she came over continuing to cover her pussy, she sat on the side and helped me adjust the temperature. I finally pulled her in with me and she told me that she had never taken a bath with a man; I leaned over and started the jets. After a few minutes I was able to get her into my lap side saddle, my semi-hard dick pressing into her ass. I started to run my hand up and down her legs, she clamped them together as I tried to push them apart to rub her pussy and when I did get a finger in she pushed it out and told me no. I decided to give up. Holly decided to start to grind against me again and not even 5 minutes later she was facing me grinding her hips just above me, then it happened. She lowered her hips and I felt myself slide into her, she gasped. “Did she mean to do that?” I asked to myself as she continued to move her hips. I reached down and made sure my dick was really inside her and when I found it was I grabbed her hips and thrust myself the rest of the way in. The water started splashing as she started to ride me. I was in, I was fucking a stripper. I grabbed her hips and turned us over as she opened her legs and entered her again. Her head almost went under the water as I start to thrust my uncovered cock into her again. I stopped. “Let’s move to the bed” I told her, her wet body got out of the hot tub and went and pulled down the covers as I went over her and she spread herself and I slammed into her again. I grabbed her shoulders as I started to rotate my pelvis, pounding away at her, our skin slapped together and she raised her legs to get me in deeper. “You like that cock?” I asked, “Yes”, she moaned. “Have you ever had a cock as big as mine?” I asked next “Not quite, and your thicker” she barely squeaked out as she came. I decided to go deeper, taking her legs over my shoulders I slammed forward, I didn’t even get all in when I hit bottom and my dick bent a little as she cringed in pain as she pushed me back a little. I continued to fuck her on her back for a while before slipping her on top. She started to bouncer herself up and down in long thrusts as I grabbed her ass. She reached back and played with my balls. “Cum on my cock” I commanded her as she speed up and came yet again. “You like cumming on that cock don’t you?”; “Yes” she answered. “Do you want me to cum?”; “I’m cumming a lot but if you cum a lot I might have a baby” she replied. I asked her what her favorite position was, “This one” she said as she started moving her hips faster in quick thrusts leaning into me, kissing my neck as orgasmed yet again. We switched to doggie and I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me as I spanked her. I watched my black cock split her white pussy lips as I reached forward and pulled back on her hair and started slamming into her hard and fast, I could see her wetness glisten on my cock as she moaned and her body convulsed yet again. She fell forward and I got her on her back as I mounted her again and started to fuck her again. She started to speak gibberish as I rotated my hips starting to move faster, she was saying things like “You’re a beast, where did you come from?” I felt that familiar twinge in my cock and I knew I was close and I started to move my hips faster. The pace started to bring her to a climax to, then I felt it….”I’m gonna cum” I moaned, “Pull out, I’m not on the pill” she pleaded. Now honesty I could have, but her pussy just felt too good, I made my final thrusts as I fell two spurts as her pussy clamped down on me as she came. Afterwards we showered together. We talked and she told me she would like to fuck again, that I was the best she ever had. I jotted down my number as we left the room. I dropped her off at her grandma’s, she gave me a peck on the lips and I gave her an extra $40 for plan b and told her that it might be a good idea to get on birth control. I wondered if I would hear from her as I drove away as she told me she didn’t have a cell phone and only had her grandmother’s home phone. All I know is I know what clubs to go to if I ever want to see Holly and cum in that tight stripper pussy again. Feedback on my story is appreciated, and who knows, maybe I’ll write about my further adventures…

I watched as his rounded ass bobbed up and down in the waves at the edge of the pool as he was bent over the side of the pool talking to friends. He was hot, and he knew it. He was 26, about 6ft tall and had a sexy tan, he had short brown hair, spiked from the pool water and bright blue eyes, his tan adding more tone to his gorgeously muscular body. I was on holiday with my parents in Corfu, I was out to them but they weren’t comfortable with it at all so I kept myself to myself around them. Id spent a good portion of our holiday carefully checking out guys from behind my reflective sunglasses and he was hotter than all of the guys id seen. I watched intensively as he played about in the pool with what I assume were his family, splashing around and laughing through his sexy smile. He was the type of guy who you could tell from his appearance that he loved working out and loved showing it off even more. Since the first day on the holiday id only ever seen him wear tight pants as he walked around and out of the hotel (This definitely showed off the size of his package!). Id caught his eye a few times when I didn’t have my shades on from the side of the pool and I smiled at him once before quickly deciding it was stupid to hope he was anything but straight. As he left the pool for the afternoon, dripping wet, flexing his muscles above his head in the sun as his six pack tightened I felt a little disappointed as I feared I might not see him again, and I re-adjusted my now fully erect cock in my shorts which Id been teasing the end of now as I watched him for a good 20 minutes. I decided id been out in the sun long enough and after a few minutes of letting that thing in my pants calm down I headed off to our apartment. I passed the pool and headed down the side of a block of studio apartments and span left to head up the stairs to our block. Just as soon as Id started to climb the stairs I heard a whistle of someone trying to grab my attention, I spun round confused as I knew my parents were off out in town, feeling a rush of excitement as I saw the guy standing over the edge of a balcony on the opposite block with a cheeky smile on his face. I was about to ask what he wanted as not to give away my excitement but before I could speak he gently flicked his head back and slightly to the right as to invite me up to his apartment. This was too good to be true! Surely he was gesturing to someone else but as I looked around and saw nobody else in sight I knew it was definitely me he was looking at, and I shot off in the direction of his apartment block. My hand totally missed his door as he flung it open as I attempted to knock to reveal him stood in a pair of tight red pants, outlining his rather large bulge. “H-hi you err--..” I stammered, but it didn’t matter as I was now locked in a passionate kiss as his hands ran across my back, his muscular arms locked around me, pulling me inside, me kicking the door shut as he pulled me onto the bed. I pulled away from his lips, I was in heaven, he tasted so sweet and I wanted more but I didn’t even know who he was. “WAIT” I blurted out, “I don’t even know your name..” He looked mischievously into my eyes and breathed softly “Joe, I’ve seen you looking at me, you seemed to be enjoying me when I was bent over the edge of that pool earlier” I blushed as I realised I cant have been all that discrete, but I had no chance to ponder on that thought as he pulled me on top of him , straddling his crotch in doing so and pulling me into another strong kiss. Blood was rushing to my cock as I felt his hard length press against my ass and slide back and forth against me. I had no idea how big he was yet, but I think I was right when id guessed he was big, he felt huge beneath me and it seemed to be swelling all the time as he broke the kiss. I ran my hands over his tough abs, groaning in pure ecstasy as he began to grab my cock through my now tented shorts. I sat up a little, about to move forward to kiss him but as I straightened up and shuffled forward a little, before I knew what was happening I felt soft wet lips followed by the warmth of saliva as he engulfed my cock in his mouth after ripping down my shorts. I gasped in shock and pleasure, falling forward and slamming my hands down either side of his head which only forced my cock deeper into his mouth which he took with ease, he’d done this before. He groaned deeply as he sucked my cock, the vibrations of his voice massaging my pulsing cock, if he kept this up I might blow my load right down his throat before id had the chance to do anything to him. I pulled back out of his throat groaning as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. I looked sat down again on his crotch, pressing my ass against his rock hard cock and swirling my hips around, teasing him against my asshole through his tight pants. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down hard onto his throbbing cock. It felt bigger than ever as moved around feeling the solid end of his cock thickly outweighing the rest of his cock. Id had enough of this play, I wanted his cock. I slid backwards off his lap and sat between his legs. I admired the way his cock had grown and caused a large thick outline in his pants, just under half of it now poking out of the top of his tight underwear. I quickly got to work, pulling his cock up and teasing the end with the tip of my tongue. His cock stiffened repeatedly, as he let out groans and gasps of pleasure. I forced my head down as quickly as I could, opening my jaw as wide as possible, engulfing three quarters of his meat and tasting his sweet precum in the back of my throat. I grabbed what I couldn’t take with my other hand and pumped up and down, tonguing, sucking and licking like id never taste another cock again. Joe was groaning and sliding his legs around as I went to work on his cock, forcing my head down further with both hands on the back of my head causing me to gag a little. Id had enough of this oral crap, I took one look at his glistening cock as I lifted my head up and knew that I needed it inside me. I jumped back up on top of him, straddling his length as I did and kissed him, sucking his tounge as I pulled down my shorts, causing my cock to spring out again. Joe pulled away breathing out his sexiest line yet; “I need to fuck you, so badly” I could feel his throbbing purple cock head against my ass hole, I spat on my fingers and attempted to lube myself up, I knew this was going to hurt. I pushed my ass outward, taking the head straight up my hole and relaxing my ass slowly slid half of his length up inside me. I was in heaven and hell at the same time, this really fucking hurt but I was in pure ecstasy and just wanted more, regardless of the pain. “You don’t have to take it all” he smiled, turning me on even more. “Fuck that, I want all of you” I gasped forcing my ass down and down thinking id never reach the bottom, my cock now ridiculously hard and leaking precum across his washboard abs. I suddenly felt my ass press against his thighs and his balls against my hole as his cock reached a whole new place inside me. I gasped, fearing I was already nearing orgasm and he hadn’t even touched my cock! “Fuuuuuuck” Joe exclaimed, “how the hell, oh my god that’s fucking AMAZING” My breathing was rapid and I panted as I threw my head back, his rock hard pole twisting inside me a little, reminding me of how he was now fully inside me. He Dug his fingers into my shoulders, his eyes rolling back in his head, mouth wide open as he began to slowly move in and out of my ass. “Fuck Joe, fuck, oh my god fuck me harder” I groaned as his length was massaged by my tightening asshole. Joe suddenly sat upright, still inside me as I slid up and down his pole so that we were almost in a hugging position and took the head of my cock into his mouth sucking hard and swallowing the precum that was now oozing from the head of my cock. “Fuck, Yeah” I groaned with each thrust as his cock rammed up my asshole, his lips working on my throbbing head. Joe laid back after a minute, placing his hands on my hips and working my ass up and down on his cock. Suddenly it felt as if his cock went even deeper into my ass as I rode his huge manhood. “Fuck, FUCK IM GONNA CUM!!” he shouted. I rode him harder than ever as his cock solidified harder than ever and his big balls tightened against my ass. His whole body became rigid, abs tightening and muscles pulsing and he came, load after load of thick creamy cum far up inside my ass. I suddenly became aware of how hard he was as his cock was pulsing inside of me. I couldn’t take it any more, he was too sexy and as he sat up and took my cock into his mouth once again, it pushed me over the edge. “Shi-“ was all I managed to get out before my balls had tightened and I came right in his mouth. He kept sucking and swallowed every drop of it as I fell sweating and panting on top of him, his big muscly arms embracing me into a tight hug as his cock began to shrink inside of me.

Tanner to Tessa Deandra Robinson watched the man cross the busy street. She had seen him before when he came to take out her sister, Kelsey. He was a tall and athletic looking man after having played basketball in college. He had even made the All-American team because of his quick decision-making ability, which lead him to a very successful career as a Corporate Executive. He was smart, funny and just about everything a girl could want in a man. So when he had asked Kelsey out, all she did was gush over him. Kelsey had told her sister how excited she was to be going out with Tanner Mackenzie, the vice president of a very prestigious communications company in downtown Manhattan. Kelsey worked for the same company as a secretary on the fourth floor. She was a slim, but curvy girl who had barely graduated from a local college. She stood about 5' 8" and had long flowing brown hair, blue eyes and a sparkling smile that would catch any man’s eye. Deandra was almost jealous of her very buxom sister if it wasn't for the fact that her sister was about as bright as the new moon, at times. She was very good at typing and taking notes and filing, but she would have better been suited as a model. In fact, Deandra had often told Kelsey to put a portfolio together and try to break into the world of fashion. So when she called Deandra and told her all about Tanner, Deandra the older of the two just simply smiled and listened as Kelsey rattled on and on about how handsome he was, and that he was picking her up in a limousine and that they were going to a ballet and dinner and how she needed a new dress because she just didn't have anything to wear. So loving her sister as much as she did, she arranged for a dress to be delivered to her. Deandra was an average looking girl herself. But what she lacked in looks she made up for in talent and design. She had started her own fashion designing business and was very successful at it. She did not mind helping her sister out and had almost arranged for a very nice cocktail gown sent to her sister's apartment. After her phone call, she pulled at her computer and began googling mister Mackenzie. It seemed he was an eligible bachelor. A little too eligible, because she found picture after picture of him on the internet with almost a new girl on his arm every time she clicked on the picture. This set off her warning bells and so she decided to deliver the dress herself to warn her sister and let her know that it was possible the man she was going out with changed women like he changed underwear. She arrived at Kelsey's apartment, about three hours before the date, with the dress and a bottle of wine. She knew her sister would maybe have a single glass before her date but Deandra would drink the rest while waiting patiently for Kelsey to come home. She had made an oath to her mother to watch out for her sister in the big city and that is exactly what she would do. They chatted and gossiped about life in general while Kelsey got ready for her date. Deandra explained everything she had seen and found on Tanner Mackenzie, but all she got from her sister was a bunch of giggles and being called an old fuddie duddie. So she sighed and simply asked Kelsey to call her if she needed her and let her know that she would be waiting for her at the apartment when the date was done. When he arrived at the apartment, He was dressed in a very nice pin stripped suit. Deandra had let him in and gave him a good talk about how he wanted him to treat her sister. He seemed very nice but something about his smile told her this man was trouble with a capital T. Deandra warned him in advance that she was very protective of her sister and she just didn’t know how she might react if he hurt her in any way. He simply nodded to her and said she was in the hands of a Man who knew how to treat a girl like Kelsey. Something in his tone set off another warning bell. But before she could say anything else her sister came out of the bedroom. She was beautiful in the long black dress with the V cut neck that barely allowed her breasts to peek out at the edges. She looked so good in the dress that Deandra automatically regretted her choice but it was simply too late to make a change. Tanner let out a wolf whistle and then reached out and kissed her small delicate hand as he guided her out of the door of the apartment. Deandra slept horribly, waiting for her sister to come home and when she woke up in the morning at the sound of the apartment door opening she jumped out of the bed startled. What met her eyes caused her to burst into tears. Kelsey stood in the doorway trembling and her lower lip barred the signs of abuse. Her dress was slightly torn as she slid down to the floor, her sister rushing to her and pulling her up into a hug. “He raped me,” she cried, “and told me if I valued my job I shouldn’t tell a soul, not even you.” The girls sat together for hours and sobbed. Deandra lifted her face with her palms softly and said, “Don’t worry, I will make him pay, I promise when I’m done with him, no one will ever know there was ever a Tanner Mackenzie.” So now she sat watching him cross the street with his smug strutting grace. Deandra had sworn she would never do what she was about to do, but she would not let him rape another girl ever and even though she knew there were consequences to her actions it didn’t matter, she would get revenge for what he had done to her sister. She pulled her fingers up and began making symbols in the air as she looked at Tanner, with venom in her eyes. Deandra’s family had come from Italy almost two centuries before the present date. Her Great-Great Grandmother had come from a family of witches. She too had pitch black hair. Her Grandmother was the same, as was her mother. The family had only passed down their skills from raven-haired daughter to the next. Their magic was only supposed to be used for good as using it for personal gain meant that the effects would come back upon the caster three-fold. Deandra knew the consequences, but her spite and anger controlled her. She chanted in some forgotten language as she kept focused on Tanner and sweat began pouring from her forehead until she made the last sign and lightning cracked across the sky and landed near them both one arch reaching out and touching Scott upon his forehead and another, striking Deandra upon the chest. She saw him fall to the ground and it was the last thing she saw before she blacked out in her idling car. “Hey buddy, are you ok?,” were the first words Tanner heard when his eyes opened. His head felt as if a Mack truck had driven over it. He could feel the blood surging through his veins and a tingling throughout his entire body. He sat up and gathered his senses as a ringing echoed through his ears. “Yeah, think so,” he said and got himself up off the ground with some help from the stranger. “Well you better go to the doctor and get looked at,” said the stranger. He glanced at his watch and realized he was going to be late for his board meeting. “No, I think I’m ok I’ll go a bit later, but thanks for your concern,” and headed toward the building in front of him. Tanner jumped into the first elevator that opened and watched the door close, as he felt a shiver run through him. He stood there listening to the music, a new pop song being sung by a female artist about boys. Normally not his kind of music but he found himself humming along to the tune. As he stepped off the elevator he brushed his long blond hair out of his eyes and stepped toward the boardroom. It didn’t even register to him that when he got on the elevator he had a formal business cut hairstyle with dark brown hair, his changes had begun. In the car, Deandra sat up at the sound of the traffic outside her window. She was unsure what had just happened, but knew her spell was in place. She chewed on her lower lip remembering what her mother had told her about three-fold, but had a plan for that as she put the car in drive and pulled out in traffic and headed toward the Hamptons where she knew her mother was living. She looked up into the rearview mirror and shook her shoulder length blonde hair and let it come to rest upon her shoulders. She turned on the radio and instead of the station she normally listened to of classical music, I touch myself came pouring through the speakers as she started singing along. She had forgotten that just before the spell, she had pitch black hair. Tanner walked toward the board room his confidence coming back as he walked. He didn’t notice that his hips had begun to sway a bit as the tune of the elevator seemed to bounce around his brain and he began humming the song. His hips seemed to be shifting as he moved and his business trousers began moving and changing with each step. Soon, they had shifted about and become a short skirt which allowed his buttocks to peek out just below the hem. His buttocks had filled out and become toned and well-rounded, the perfect heart-shaped behind. His boxers shifted as well and moved becoming a thing g-string thong which ran up between his full ass cheeks. The second part of his change had become complete even though those around him seemed oblivious to how ridiculous he looked with his hairy legs, black socks, and business shoes. Deandra took the next on ramp as she headed on the main interstate. She didn’t even notice as her long business skirt shifted and slid up her legs and changed into a black leather mini skirt. She also didn’t notice as her hips expanded more from their current small width to hips that a porn star would die for, with a full bottom that was barely covered by the leather skirt. If she hadn’t been affected by the spell she would have also realized that instead of the granny panties she normally wore, she was now naked under the skirt and her legs spread slightly giving the world full view of her hairless pussy. But none would see just yet because she was still concealed within her car. Tanner walked into the board room, sashaying to his chair with a sway of his hips. The others in the board room smiled and said hello as he opened his computer to start checking his emails. The other members of the board still had not arrived and he was relieved that he was not too late. He began skimming through his email which was full of reports and charts. He glanced over as the door opened and a tall handsome man entered the room. Tanner’s eyes looked him over and he found himself gazing at the man’s crotch and then he quickly averted his eyes back to his emails and clicked on the first one that contained coupons for Macy’s department store, they were having a shoe sale and Tanner couldn’t wait till the meeting was going to be over so he could go see if those high heels he had wanted were going to be on sale, too! His long legs pushed down toward the floor and became hairless and smooth his thighs filling out and brushing against one another as he gently rocked his hips back and forth upon the seat. His calves becoming smooth and sleek as his socks snaked their way up to his thighs and changed into thigh high stockings with lace at the top, his shoes shifting and becoming red opened toe stilettos as his feet shrunk with the changing shoes and his tendons moved and changed. He would find it very difficult to walk now without at least six inch heels on. Deandra set the car on cruise control and sang along to Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off as she swayed back and forth to the song dancing in her seat. Her thighs began filling out and her stocking shifted and changed becoming fish nets hooking to the new garter that formed on her new thick hips. Her small black flat shoes began morphing and moving up her legs changing into a pair of above the knee black leather boots, the heels extending to six inches. Her mind going over thoughts of getting to her mother’s house began to fog slightly and shift as she took the next off-ramp and turned her car toward her office instead, she had some orders for dresses she needed to worry about, forgetting any reason for needing to reach her mother. She checked her cell looking at her orders in her email and clicking on one she realized she was supposed to meet with a client later that day. Tanner listened to the board meeting, but began having trouble concentrating on what was being said. They were using big, boring words like tele..telecumm..mmmm cumm now that was a word he liked as he turned his attention back to the men in the boardroom. He licked his lips as he felt a stirring in his crotch which was growing warm. He couldn’t feel anything other than the warmth as his once proud phallus began shrinking and sliding up toward his pelvis, his balls shifting and sliding up inside the cavities whence they had dropped when he was a young man. His sack began pulling up tight to his body and smoothed out a small slit forming as his cock adjusted and shrank turning into a nice small clitoris. She began to get moist thinking about the cocks surrounding her in the boardroom as she stared out the window. Deandra pulled into the parking lot that once had the sign Deandra’s Fashions high above it but now read Deandra’s Escorts. She parked in her spot and walked inside feeling the breeze drift over her bare pussy which had expanded slightly with full pouting lips and a moist heat that radiated through her as she swayed up the stairs to her office her butt protruding out behind her. Her office had a new client waiting for her as she walked in the door. The strong-looking man eyeing her as she moved around her desk and set upon the edge spreading her legs enough to grab his eyes attention and draw his view to her wet exposed pussy lips. It was a subtle change in her attitude toward men as her eyes drifted to his crotch and licked her lips. Tanner’s attention was drawn back to the room from the window as one of the men spoke to her. “Tessa, are you paying attention?” the man asked her. She giggled and said, “Yes Sir,” as she turned in her seat. Her waist narrowing as she looked up into his wonderfully attractive eyes. She felt a slight pinch from her belly button ring as she sat back a bit. Her business coat had dissolved and her white-collar business shirt began changing and moving about her. The tank top muscle undershirt adjusted and become a black 38DD bra with lace fringe as her chest began to pillow and expand filling each cup perfectly then pushing just a bit more out. Her breasts firm and supple as her aureole expanded and became a darker brown until they were about 3 inches in diameter and her nipples thickened and pushed out into each cup and increased in sensitivity. She giggled as her breasts swayed and her nipples hardened. Her business shirt began changing into mid length top allowing her belly to be open for all to see the collar shifting and turning as it became a tie that tied just behind her neck. Words in rhinestone appeared on the front that read Tessa. Deandra sat at the edge of her desk as she looked at the man in front of her. A fog descended on her and she began thinking about just how big his cock must be in his pants, as the two bells in her pierced navel rang out as her business top shifted and became a leather halter top. Her breast began expanding becoming 44 DD tits that fought to stay enclosed in the halter that allowed her nipples to be exposed, pushing through for all to see. A small gold chain was attached to her nipple rings and a new chain slid up to her throat where a collar had appeared around her small neck. The words slut appears upon the collar in stainless steel bold lettering. As she gazed down at the handsome man she could only think of as Master. Tessa’s shoulders became small as her entire body continued shrinking. As Tanner, she stood a solid 6 foot 5 inches, but as Tessa, she had shrunk to a small size of just 4 foot 11 inches. Her Adams apple disappeared as her throat became small and slim. Her hair finished lengthening to just above her ass. Tessa smiled at the all the strong board room members as a fog went through her brain yet again and her eyes refocusing as her face softened and her eyes became big and doe-eyed. Her once strong nose becoming a small cute button on her face as her cheeks moved up giving her high cheekbones with a smooth definition. Her eyelashes lengthened and mascara appeared upon them her eyelids with a soft silver make up that sparkled in the light. Her lips becoming soft and sensuous filling and becoming large with the perfect little “O” in the middle that screamed Dick Sucking Lips. She licked her lips and slowly she rose from the chair as she turned to her once business computer that had changed to a pink shelled laptop. Deandra’s eyes grew heavy with exaggerated makeup that was dark. Her lips blossoming out and becoming full and thick covered in a deep red lipstick. Her blush was a bit heavy but she now liked wearing her makeup style that matched her namesake on her collar, slut. Her tomboyish face also changed shape, to the face with a dirty, promiscuous look to it that would make any pornstar envious. The Man rises from his chair and moves around to the other side of the desk and sits in the chair. The sign that was high above the building now read McDavish Porn Industries. Deandra could feel the tongue stud in her mouth as she reached out and licked her lips slow and sensuously. Mr. McDavish looked at the girl before him as he looked over her slutty form. “we should have a live feed momentarily from the girl we sent over to Thomas Communications girl,” he said with confidence. “They paid a good amount of money for their entertainment.” Deandra just moaned as her pussy juices dripped from her swollen lips and slid to the floor crawling to her Master. She felt her pigtailed hair brush the side of the desk as she moved slowly toward the object of her desire, the large bulge in the pants of her Master. Tessa moved with grace as she turned her monitor toward the men in the boardroom and giggled. “Can any of you smart guys help me with my computer,” she said with a pout upon her red glossed lips. “I am like sooo confused by these thingies and my boss like wants to see the show.” The president of the company stood up and moved to the computer and clicked the live feed button as the computer connected to the other end. A small picture of McDavish appeared in the corner and Tessa jumped up and down clapping her hands giggling. “Oh! Goodie!” she cried out as her breasts bounced about her. “She is like ready to start, boss, teehee,” she said as she started climbing upon the table seductively and rested upon her small hands with her hips pushed up in the air. The men in the room quickly undressed and climbed upon the table as she licked her lips knowing that her aching holes would soon be filled by all the wonderful cocks surrounding her. Soon her skirt was pushed up over her hips and a cock was thrusting in and out of her pussy as she moaned around the cock that was now deep in her mouth and throat. She looked at the computer monitor with her big doe eyes which were filled with lust and desire. Out of the corner of the screen, she could see her Boss now stroking his cock while watching from the other end of the live feed. The slut eyed her Master’s cock as he pulled it out and began stroking it. She crawled forward and down upon her knees started licking his balls slowly until her tongue reached the top of his shaft and she couldn’t hold back anymore and began deep throating the cock allowing it to slide down her empty throat. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth as she caught sight of the large screen on her Master’s computer. She climbed up watching the blond bimbo on the other end getting fucked hard by the men in the room. She then turned and impaled her hot cunt upon his shaft. She cried out in ecstasy as he continued pushing his cock into her and she bounced up and down upon it, and then it happened. Her eyes make contact with the big doe eyes bimbo on the other end; suddenly Deandra’s memories come flooding back to her. She remembers everything about who she is and was and she struggles to regain control of herself, but with each thrust of her new found Masters cock a fog begins drifting back down upon her until who she was faded away forever as she cumms violently around his cock spasming until there is nothing left of her, nothing but a cock slut slave. Tessa watched the screen as she sees another girl crawl up to her boss and sees the girl start sucking her bosses cock which turns her on all the more. A second cock enters her pussy as she giggles around the cock in her mouth. She watches as the girl on the screen climbs up onto the bosses cock and begins humping hard against it, and looks toward the screen and their eyes make contact. Flash, Tanner remembers everything that happened to him and knows he is a guy. He struggles against the men who are holding him down and fucking him as he feels another cock enter his ass and begins pumping deep into him. He tries to cry out but can’t because of the cock in his mouth. As the cock in his ass and his new pussy continue pounding him, he starts crying knowing he is being raped against his will. Then it builds within him, the waves of pleasure start taking over, and he moans and begins thrusting back against the invading cocks, a pink fog begins filling his mind and numbers, math, history, his life as a basketball player begin disappearing. His climax builds as his vice presidency disappears and soon the name Tanner fades from his brain, he cums hard and who he was is gone forever. Tessa giggles and opens her eyes and licks her lips. “That was like very yummy!” The once intelligent, popular, and successful Tanner is no more. A man who once had all the talent in the world, and could get with any woman he wanted was now Tessa, a dimwitted bimbo who was only serviceable at servant like roles, except sex. The only thing she was good at, and cared about was getting fucked by guys. In his last life, he was putting his cock into any woman he desired. But now, as Tessa, he was taking any cock that wanted her pussy. The former vice president of a large corporation was now a ditzy blonde stripper, who works as a hooker on the side. The highest aspiration Tessa could now hope, or even wanted, is to become a pornstar, which she and Deandra both eventually ended up doing. Her only talent was sucking dick and spreading her legs, but she didn’t seem to mind. Deandra was once an intelligent person in her own right, also strong-willed and tough. But, all those traits were gone, as her own spell had not only affected Tanner but herself, too. Deandra’s strong will was gone, as she literally could not resist any man who wanted her. Deandra was throwing herself at as many men as possible, earning her a reputation as the town whore, even more so than Tessa. But unlike Tessa, she didn’t seem to enjoy it nearly as much. Whereas Tessa wants the sex and craves it, Deandra pursues it in an almost robotic-like way, as if it is all she knows how to do. Every man is considered her master. Both Deandra and Tessa are stuck in slut roles, permanently. As the years pass they age up until they hit 50, then they revert back to their 20’s, resulting in a never-ending cycle of life as sluts. And in a strange turn of events, Kelsey is also affected, as the former communication corporation is now a porn studio. Kelsey ends up doing porn scenes with the women that used to be her sister and her rapist. But due to the spell, none of them know it, as their old identities were completely erased. All Kelsey sees now is two dumb, plastic looking bimbos.

You don’t know me – yet, this is my first story posted. Over time you’ll find out that while I am a female, I can be just as sexually deviant at the most experienced male, but for now, I want to start you off slow and easy. Everyone has that one person that enters their life and suddenly, all reason, all rhyme flies out the window and you become another person entirely. One that’s driven by desire and a deep seated need that leaves us exhausted and ready to snap. Sometimes, we get pissy and gritchy, nothing pleases us and nothing satisfies that deep, gnawing craving that drives us to the brink of sanity. The amazing thing, nine times out of ten, it’s not the person we are with – a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife that does this to us, it’s a complete stranger and it ramps up the danger level several notches. Someone reading this right now has that very person in their life and it’s burning a hole right through them if they haven’t acted on their animalistic tendencies yet. So, sit back and relax (for a little bit) and let me tell you how I handled mine. I work at a resort as the head housecleaner, we have several dozen motel rooms, condos, houses and suites that my crew goes through and cleans top to bottom. We have a maintenance crew that I work with closely, a couple of the men are former construction workers, and we also have an electrician and a plumber and two gardeners that works the grounds, headed up by their leadman – my itch. Every day, I’m in contact with that crew as we always find something wrong with one of the units and it’s their job to fix the problem so the unit can be rented out. All the guys are fit, good looking men ranging from 20 to 45 and my itch, well my itch seriously puts the rest of them to shame. Not much taller than me at 5’6, he’s a mean looking Hispanic, but one that makes me drool and causes my cunt to open up and continuously drool when I get in this vicinity. He takes very good care of himself, buff, shaves his entire body including his head and always wears this amazing cologne that seems to linger well after he’s left. His eyes, bright and a hazy green is curtained with beautiful lashes, even some of my girls on my crew have talked about taking him to bed. I have to admit, I get mad when they talk about it, if anyone was going to bed that man it was going to be me one way or the other and I would do it long before the rest of them had their chance. He and I have always had that fun, bordering on a sexual harassment kind of relationship, which while I’m at it, I don’t believe in sexual harassment, not like everyone else anyway. If a guy notices what I’m wearing and tells me I look great, I’m taking the compliment and running with it, even if he’s busy trying to look down my shirt, I have great tits, I like to get noticed. He on the other hand, has gotten into trouble a couple of times for harassing some of the women in the offices and one of the girls on my crew and for a brief time, I was pissed about it because he was told to either straighten up or he would get fired. It changed him after that, he wouldn’t play with me when I was in a particularly frisky mood until one day when we were in a unit alone and after several moments of trying to get him to loosen up around me, I flashed him my tits. He loosened up around me after that, but would stay reserved with everyone else. I cornered the market with a ten second flash and our relationship finally relaxed and went back to the way it was before. What can I say, I’m a calculating bitch and I freely admit it and proud of it. As for me, well, not much can be said. I’ve been told I’m pretty but sometimes I don’t see it. I keep myself well dressed, always looking my best and I have a knack for putting on my makeup in such a way that gets me noticed. One of my best assets are my eyes, a deep green with light gold flecks and I use only the best colors to bring them out. My green and purple smoky cat eyes gets people noticing quickly. I’m only 5’4, overweight but healthy and I have a perfect set of 40DD tits that melts even the heart of stone and causes cocks to twitch and minds to whirl out of control with fantasies. My ass is always tight, partly because I have always held jobs that keeps me moving and on my feet for long hours, my hair is down to my waist and a deep mahogany. My itch tells me that I’m exotic looking. While this sounds like a decent package that I have, I’m divulging a secret, one that I was told by my handler (which you will meet in subsequent stories, stay with me folks) I would be allowed to reveal to you, my readers. I work hard for my money, let’s get that fact out in the open right now and I’m proud of that fact. Most women try to use their looks to get a foot up, I use my work ethics. But I have always harbored a secret fantasy, one that few know. If you want to fuck me, you have to pay me. There, it’s out. By day, I’m just a housekeeper with fifteen years management on my resume but if you want me in your bed, fork over the dough and smile about it. Now that we have established that piece of information, let me tell you what happened last year with my itch. We are located in an area that sees a lot of flooding in the early spring once the heavy rains set in. It’s a beautiful location really, mountains and trees, fields of swaying green grass and creeks but we are also nestled right against a lake that when the rains hit turns a part of our resort into a swamp. It has been suggested for years that we do something to fix it and when we attempt to, the Corps of Engineers tells us no, it would ruin the natural landscape. Bastards, it’s easy for them to say that, they don’t have to mess with the cleanup every year. Last year was particularly messy, almost twenty straight days of rain, coupled in with the occasional severe storm that would drop buckets of water on us. The resort hadn’t been open for the season that long, thankfully we didn’t have too many guests and they were all nestled up higher, nice and dry. On the rarest of occasions, the main road leading out of the resort would flood, causing all the crews and office personnel to become stranded, at which time the owners puts us up in various units throughout the resort at no charge to us, we are allowed to use all amenities and we stay however long it takes for the waters to recede. My itch and I are always the first two on the property in the mornings, I have to wade through the listing of reservations and those staying with us, those that are checking out that day and he has to get his trucks fueled and check on the list of repairs to the units that I give him. This particular morning was treacherous getting into work, the night before we had several severe storms that brought a couple of trees down and power lines to boot. When I woke up and saw the news, I double checked the bag that I always have in my car, a change of clothes for a few days, toiletries, spare makeup bag, etc. and a small cooler of food, potatoes, boxed dinners, frozen hamburger, chicken and all the fixings for my famous chicken enchiladas. I knew that if it I was going to get stuck at the resort, it would happen in the next day or so, the lake was already lapping at the top of its bank near us. I’ve learned to listen to my instincts and they were screaming at me the next few days were going to be dangerous. I was sitting at my desk writing out my work orders for my girls when he walked into the door. I immediately inhaled, something I do each and every time he does and filled my lungs with his cologne as he walked quietly over to me. I looked up at him as I lifted my coffee mug to take a sip of coffee, waving at him with one hand while I winked at him. “Morning, sunshine – glorious day isn’t it?” I wasn’t about to let the bad weather kill my mood, I was feeling particularly good that morning and nothing could bring me down. “I wouldn’t necessarily call it glorious, I got stuck out in the rain trying to get my wife’s car running, I told the bitch to put it in the garage last night, but she didn’t.” He pulled his rain slicker off over his head and I got a brief look at his belly and went weak, he had begun to carry a little extra weight there when he was forced to stop working out when he tore a muscle in his shoulder and his doctor ordered him to lay off the weights until it healed completely, but the remnants of a glorious eight pack was still there. And yes, the man is married, however they have an open marriage, they fuck who they want. “How was your drive in?” “Uneventful. Slow, but nothing happened. One of the creeks near me is about to blow its banks. If I can get out of here today, I’ll have to take the long way home.” It was then that a large clap of thunder followed by a blinding lightning flash lit up the office and shook the building and we were instantly in the dark as the power was lost. “Damn it.” We both reached for our cell phones to light up the area around us and I grabbed my address book. He walked over to the coffee and poured himself a mug before he slipped over to me as I flipped through my book and refilled mine. “Oooh, thank you, you are my god.” It was a statement that was true, I’ll give anyone the time of day if they have a pot of coffee in their hand. In the light of our phones, he gave me a seductive wink and my internal organs all went to goo. “Most of our guests won’t be doing much today, the rain is going to keep them indoors. We have four units that needs cleaned, they left before I got here. Screw this, I’m calling my crew off.” “You sure about that?” He sat on the desk and looked at my list in his phone light. “Positive, if the power stays off, we can’t clean those units anyway, they can hold until tomorrow.” I found the first housekeeper to call, I established a phone tree of sorts with them, I call her, she calls two, they call two and with one phone call, my crew is home safe and dry. I punched in her number and waited for her to pick up. “I can’t expect my girls to come in like this, you know that lake is going to go over the banks at the very earliest, today.” She picked up in three rings and I quickly relayed to her that I wanted the crew to stay home. She thanked me profusely, her and her husband spent the night worrying about a creek that ran not too far from their house and when the sun rose that morning, they knew they were going to get flooded. I told her to be safe and not to forget to call her two, she said she would and I hung up the phone. We sat in silence for a few moments drinking our coffee when the power suddenly sputtered back on. “So, sexy, power’s back on, looks like you get to clean by yourself.” He smiled over the rim of his coffee, another seductive wink and I again grew weak. “I can handle it, you beast.” I did a half growl half purr that I knew always got to him and I watched him shiver. We both grinned at each other as we sipped on our coffee before I broke eye contact on purpose to go back to my lists and handed him his. “Here’s yours. Hell, your day is light enough, you should consider calling your crew off, too. No sense in bringing them in, there’s nothing we can do once that lake falls over the banks.” “Good point.” He picked up his cell and called his first crew member as my phone started going off with texts from my girls letting me know they got the message. He went through his crew list in a few moments and when he finished, I was headed back to the coffee pot. He suddenly meowed as I walked past him and slapped my ass but good. “Just had to wear those pants, you know those are my favorite.” I was wearing my light gray yoga pants with a deep plum colored t-shirt, my hair swept up in a bun on top of my head with wisps falling to my shoulders. Had to admit, I looked good and I appreciated the fact that he liked what I wore. “It was the only clean pair I had.” I grinned as I made my way back to my desk and I heard him laugh hard behind me. “Okay, I lied, I know my ass looks fantastic in them.” “We both have time to kill now,” he crept up on me so fast that I gasped when I felt him grab my hips and pull them back into his as he began to grind against my ass. I almost spilled my coffee as he ground against me harder and I swallowed as I felt his semi-hard cock slip up and down between my cheeks. “No one is going to be in the office for another hour, what say you take that infernal shirt and bra off and let me fuck your tits again, got the sixty in my pocket, too. Or better yet, let me shred these god forsaken pants and sink into that hot, tight cunt I just know you’ve got.” It was a very hot, very hard day the year before that I let him fuck my tits in a moment of weakness and it was then that I revealed my secret to him. It turned him on fiercely when I told him it would cost him sixty bucks to fuck my mounds and when I expected him to step away from me when he realized he was dealing with a prostitute, he flipped out the money so quickly, my head started to spin. We found an unoccupied unit nearby, slipped in and I let him fuck my tits. It was that moment that I knew I was dealing with a completely different breed of man as he slipped his cock between them, which was an impressive 9.5” and thick. His cock head was a large mushroom of tight, hot skin and as I closed my tits around it, he growled and began fucking them like a madman. I worried for my safety as his hips hammered away at me as he grabbed my hair in both hands and grunted hard as he fucked. His load was extraordinary when he blew, saturating my chest, neck and chin and to my surprise, he fucked harder and faster and kept fucking until he blew twice more. My tits were sore for days after and in another heated moment when we were alone, he pinned me to a wall and explained that he was much like a knotted dog, once he slips in he makes it a point to stay there until the woman he’s fucking begs him to stop and even then, there were times that he wouldn’t, he’d just keep fucking. I knew then we were destined to fuck because that’s how I like it, hard, fast and sweaty. I was tempted to do it, so tempted in fact that I caught myself turning around to face him when I suddenly stopped myself. I wasn’t about to risk the possibility of someone walking in on us and there was work we both had to do. “As amazing as that proposition is, keep it in your pants, you animal.” I playfully swatted at him as I broke free from his grasp and moved to sit down at my desk. Judging by the look on his face, I knew I was flush from the excitement but I kept my composure. I let my eyes purposely gaze to his crotch, purring over my coffee mug as I saw his meat which was now fully hard and giving me a rather amazing show. “Maybe later.” “Fucking tease,” he was grinning as he backed away from my desk and I grinned wider. “Just a fucking tease.” “If I were just a tease, I wouldn’t have let you have my tits for twenty minutes, keep that in mind.” I grabbed my cigarettes and looked out the window, noticing that the latest storm was already well away from us and the rain had briefly stopped. We both stepped outside and as I smoked, we kept our eyes on the sky. “You ever going to let me fuck you?” I gazed into his eyes and stifled a loud moan when I saw the promise of hours of intense pleasure lurking in them. “You know I’ll ruin you.” “Oh sugar,” I smiled as I playfully patted his hand when I caught my composure. “You know the drill. You want all of me in your bed, it’s going to cost you big.” “I’m well aware of that fact and I’m willing to pay it.” “What would your wife say when your savings account is suddenly three hundred light? Let me talk to my handler, I’ll get back to you soon. In the meantime,” I stood straight as I took a long drag of my cigarette, listening to the gaggle of women coming up the stairs to the main offices. “Time to act professional, gorgeous. Find me at lunch, I brought my version of tamales to eat and I made too many.” “You know my wife doesn’t give a shit about who I fuck in my bed.” He kept his voice low but he was still grinning. “Lunch it is, think about the tit fuck, I need it bad.” With that, we straightened up and began our work day. I made quick work of cleaning the units that were empty, all the while turning on the TVs in each unit to watch the news. There was no mistaking that the worst of the storms were headed for us, predictions had tornadoes in the mix and due to hit us sometime in the late afternoon hours. I called my best friend and reminded her that I would probably be stuck at work and to check on my kids – two chocolate point Siamese cats to which she replied that they were in good hands, she would check on them and reminded me to call her if I got stuck. When lunch time came around, I radioed to my itch which unit I was in and as I slipped my tamales into the oven to warm, I made another call. I waited nervously as I listened to the ringing, hoping that my itch was far enough away that I could have some privacy before he came in. “Hello, my pet, are you well?” The sexy British voice that filtered in through my phone caused me to grow weak in the knees and I caught myself before I slipped to the floor. My handler, which you will know him only as ‘D’ is a dark, sexy, handsome Brit I had met some years before when he graced our resort with his presence for two weeks’ vacation. I visited him regularly after work, something that we weren’t technically supposed to do but I couldn’t keep away from him. He did things to me that no other man has ever done, even my itch. I kept in touch with him since and our story, well, that’s another one you’ll just have to wait for. Remember what I said, I’m a calculating bitch. “Soaking wet, but safe.” I finally found my voice and I light up a cigarette as I relaxed. “How are you doing?” “More than well now that my pet has called me, I have been worried about the weather. But I sense that this isn’t a normal ‘how are things’ phone call, you rarely call me during the day. What’s troubling you, my pet?” His voice is so god damned sexy, I don’t think he realizes just what it does to me when he talks. It’s deep and gravelly, and when he’s turned on, he growls and sends electricity running through me from head to toe. I guess I let too much time pass before he spoke again. “Ah, yes, now I know. Your itch, I take it that it is troubling you again.” “It would be so much different if he didn’t turn me on like a fucking teenager, D.” I sighed in the phone and relaxed even further. Something about my handler allows me to be myself, respectfully and I have only upset him once in the five years we’ve known each other, something I still kick myself in the ass for, it was stupid to do at the time, but a private matter that won’t hit your ears. He has said I am a natural born slave, submissive with respect and will do anything to please but it comes so easy to me that I don’t think about it, I just do it. Because it’s so natural for me, I’m allowed to be more myself around him than others that he has had in his presence, a distinction that I’m quite proud of. “You’ve seen the pictures I’ve sent you, the man is a living god on the resort, there’s not a day that goes by that someone doesn’t notice him. Hell, you know I noticed him dead bang the moment I started this job, I can’t keep my eyes off of him and being completely blunt, he’s starting to star in more and more of my fantasies. I think if I were to tally it against you, he’s coming up fast.” He chuckled and I stifled a moan. “You’re not supposed to find this amusing, sir,” I added with a grin, letting him know that while I was in turmoil, I could still be somewhat playful. “He’s asking again for everything. I’ve kept him on a leash this long, but he’s starting to fight me and I’m starting to lose.” “The question to ask here is why you have not allowed it. He knows the price we set, he’s willing to dance. He’s fucked your tits, he wants more. So give it to him already and ease the man’s torture.” I let his words sink in and I moved to the oven to check on lunch. “What are you afraid of, my pet? Of everything you have ever done, of all the men you have fucked, all the women you have bedded, only this one causes you to stop.” “May I speak freely?” My voice was starting to weaken and I leaned against the counter. “Of course, my pet – always.” “Thank you.” I took a big inhale, let it out easily and blurted out what has been holding me back. “Everything you have taught me, in the six years we have been together, I have always felt that I was in control, even when I wasn’t. I guess you could say it’s a safety mechanism, you’ve never tested me any further than you feel would jeopardize me. This guy…D, this guy scares me in that if we fuck, I may not have that control. “It also doesn’t help that Itch could easily become a regular, he’s very sexually driven - he’s like your twin, I swear that to the gods above and below me. While that would pad my finances very well, there’s also a part of me that feels like if that happens, I’m going to be taking advantage of him.” “I see your point, you are in a dilemma.” He sighed soft in my ear and even that sent a thrill down my spine. I heard Itch’s truck pull up and I gasped as I slipped into the bathroom. “As your handler though, you know that I can force you to do this and while you do enjoy that immensely, as do I, you need to remember your place, my pet. You are a whore, deep down, this is your fantasy you are living day in and day out and a whore never refuses a client.” “I had a feeling you would say that.” He chuckled again and I looked in the mirror at myself. “That’s what makes you so unique and special, my pet. You have heart even when you aren’t meant to have one. Do you want me to pull rank on you – would that ease your burden?” I thought about it as I heard him slip into the door and call out my name. I stopped breathing for a second, then called out to him I was in the bathroom and I turned my attention back to my phone call. “Yes.” “Then it’s settled. Fuck the man. And one more thing, enjoy it.” I didn’t say another word as I closed my phone, ending the phone call as I quickly flushed the toilet, ran the water in the sink for a few seconds and headed out into the kitchen. “Oh my god, those smell wonderful.” He quickly opened the oven door and I laughed as he dug into it and pulled out the pan. “We are going to eat like kings today.” I watched him as he pulled a couple of plates out of the cupboard as I moved to the fridge and pulled out our sodas. I quickly reached out to him without thinking and grasped his arm. “First thing is first, fuck beast.” I put our sodas on the counter and quickly shed my shirt, walking into the living area of the unit. I slipped my bra off next, my tits freed from their constraint as I turned to face him, my nipples already rock hard and tingling. “You wanted a tit fuck, come get it.” I positioned myself on the couch upside down with my head hanging off the end as he quickly rushed over to me. I could hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, already he was breathing heavy as I grabbed my tits and slowly pushed them together. “Aw yeah, baby, that’s what I’m talking about.” He quickly positioned himself between my mounds, growling long as I pushed my tits together, trapping his cock effectively between them. Thrusting heavily and deep once, he grunted as he settled himself in. He pulled his jeans down to his knees, freeing up his balls and I licked my lips at the sight of them hanging just a few inches from my mouth. Before he began to fuck, I opened my mouth wide and quickly sucked one of the hairless beauties in, swirling my tongue fast and hard. He groaned and pushed again, holding himself up on shaky legs. “Oh bitch, yeah suck my balls.” With that began the onslaught, his hips pistoning his cock between my tits with the force of a jackhammer. As he gained speed and strength, he leaned forward to grab my knees which hung over the back of the couch, growling and grunting louder with each thrust forward as I sucked and licked on his balls. “Aw yeah bitch, your big tits are perfect for fucking. Take my cock, you whore.” He growled out the words as his cock slipped in and out of my tits with lightning speed and I pushed on them harder, tightening my hold on his cock. He growled again and I gasped loud when I suddenly felt his hand dive into my yoga pants. As his fingers slipped across my wet cunt, he groaned loud and fucked harder. “Fuck yes, the whore shaves her cunt. I’d eat you until you blacked out.” His fingers flew across my clit just as fast as his hips pummeled me and I groaned heavy as I felt the tingling spread. I licked his balls heavily as I spread my legs out as wide as I could, impressing him with my flexibility as my knees hit the couch cushions with little effort. The sounds of my wet cunt filled the room as he worked my clit faster before he shoved three fingers deep into my cunt and began fucking me just as hard as he fucked my tits. It didn’t take long for either of us, in just a few short moments, we both were cumming, my hips flying off the couch as my body was racked with mind-numbing ecstasy as he slipped his fingers free and concentrated solely on my exploding clit. I could feel his load begin to cover my stomach and just as he finished blowing, he pulled free of my tits and stroked himself to his end, effectively coating my tits as well. We stayed in that position for a long time, both of us catching our breath before he finally eased himself off of me and disappeared into the bathroom. I laid still, knowing he was going for a washcloth to clean me up and I allowed myself a few moments of blissful peace as I heard distant thunder. He returned a moment later and cleaned me off before helping me stand and as we walked into the kitchen, he retrieved my bra from the floor and handed it to me. When we made it to the kitchen and I sat down, he handed me my t-shirt and opened his soda. “You are one hot bitch,” he said with a smile as he divided up the still hot tamales into our plates and handed a plate to me as I slipped my shirt back on. “Whoever is your handler, the man is a genius.” “Glad you enjoyed it.” I smiled back at him as I dove into my lunch, suddenly famished from the workout just a few moments earlier. Another loud clap of thunder hit, this time much closer and it shook the building. I looked over at the TV which was still on from when I came into the unit originally and saw a nasty storm bearing down on us. I turned back to my lunch, noticing that he was flipping through his wallet. As the fifty and ten hit the counter, I stifled a moan and a hard shudder as a micro orgasm hit me. My cunt contracted deep and I held myself in check as my body threatened to come unglued. It took several moments to settle back down and I prayed that he didn’t see what the effect of the money on the counter did to me. We ate in relative silence after that, both of us devouring the tamales as if we hadn’t eaten in days and when our hunger was satisfied, we leaned heavily against the backs of our chairs. I lit a cigarette and moved to the fridge to retrieve a couple more sodas when lightning fractured the sky outside and plunged us into darkness again. “Damn it.” He growled as he stood up. “I’m not moving for a few minutes, not until the storm passes. I have to call it in, want me to call in for you?” “Yeah.” I sighed as I grabbed up our dishes and filled the sink with soapy water. “Make sure to tell them what unit we are in so they know where to find us.” “You had to say that, an afternoon stuck in a condo with a hot whore is my idea of heaven. If they know which unit we are in, they could come find us and if my head is buried between your legs, the situation would be rather awkward.” He winked at me and I flipped a towel at him, even as my body exploded with promising orgasms as I imagined him eating my cunt. I knew deep down he was an expert, no doubt the kind of man that would get his fill of eating wet pussy for hours on end, making the woman weak with multiple orgasms. “That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.” He slipped out into the rain briefly as he ran to the truck to retrieve his radio and slid back into the condo as his wet boots hit the tile. I laughed as he almost wiped out, but then he regained his composure before he slammed the door shut, cussing loudly. “Base, this is maintenance unit 2 and housekeeping unit 1, we are in 380, staying here until the storm passes, over.” He slipped his wet t-shirt off and I groaned as I saw his muscular back, large angel wings graced his back in beautiful swirls. The tattoo was exquisite and had to have cost him a pretty penny. He tossed his shirt into the dryer and tried to turned it on, cussing when he remembered the power was off as I felt my cunt begin to open up and leak again. “10-4 Unit 2. Just to let you know, the lake breeched its bank, main road is quickly flooding over. Looks like you guys are stuck for the night.” The grin that crept across his face showed a mix of emotions, one of pure joy at being stuck in the resort and the promise of sex beyond my imagination. My cunt contracted, my nipples hardened and my body exploded – both in anticipation of a night that I would never forget and fear. “Unit 2, you can stay in 280, directly below your present location, unit 1, you can stay where you are, over.” “Copy that.” He replied as his grin never subsided as he stood stock still, looking like a wet stone sculpture of a god from long ago. His muscles glistened from the rain in the dark and seemed to twitch on their own as he gazed at me up and down slowly. “Tell me your handler wants you in my bed or I just might have to rape you and take it anyway.” I didn’t stifle the moan as it escaped loudly from my mouth and I leaned heavily against the counter. One way or the other, the itch was going to fuck my brains out and either direction, whether D told me to or he would rape me was a promise that I knew he would keep. I couldn’t hold out much longer, I was fighting a losing battle and my sanity was being threatened the likes it never had before. I merely nodded, then turned slowly back to finish the dishes. I heard him move away from me and into the bathroom. I sighed with relief for only a moment as he returned, back to his normal self. “We should get your car up here, where you parked is in no danger of flooding, but it would be nice to get out of this stifling condo for a bit, even if it is raining.” I knew he told the truth, the air in the unit had become somewhat unbearably hot since the AC wasn’t running and it looked as if the power wasn’t going to return for a while. I finished up the dishes and turned back to him, watching him closely as he moved back and forth between the fridge and the counter. We didn’t say a single word as we slipped out of the condo and straight to his truck, jumping in quickly as we tried in vain to not get too wet. He reached behind me and pulled out his bag, retrieving a dry t-shirt and started the truck. As we drove down the road leading to my car slowly, we both watched as the lake poured over the banks, the color in our faces slowly washing away like the waters below us. “I’ve never seen it this bad before.” I whispered and he shot a look at me, confirming that he felt the same way. We made it to the main offices a few minutes after and as I slipped out of the truck to head to the offices, a loud clap of thunder startled me bad enough that I practically jumped into his arms. We both laughed as we made it up the stairs quickly, I retrieved my purse and keys as he went into the main lobby to find out more information. We met up a few moments later and as we began descending the stairs, movement to my left caught my eye and I screamed. A black and white cat who had given birth to a litter of kittens was soaked to the bone and crying loudly. I ran down the stairs as he called out to me and when I hit the ground, I took off running. I scooped her up quickly and scanned the area around us, looking for her kittens. They were young, just a few months old and would be helpless in the downpour. If the flood hadn’t already killed them, the torrential rains would. “Take her to the truck!” I screamed as I shoved the cat into his arms. “We’ve got to find her kittens!” I frantically took off towards the area that I knew she had them at and started calling to them. A few moments later he joined me and together, we spent a half an hour looking for them. I had started to cry and panic, we hadn’t found them yet and my heart was breaking when I realized we may have lost them. When a pathetic little mew suddenly hit my ears between thunder claps, I screamed again and ran toward it, finding a completely soaked gray kitten shivering in the rain. “This is going to be close, we don’t have a lot of time!!” The sound of his voice scared me as I whipped around, noticing that the lake was moving towards us at an alarming rate. “She had six, if that one is here, the others are close!” I picked it up, holding onto it close as I continued calling out to the rest. A few seconds later, he found four of the little fuzz balls, looking scared but grateful. One more to go, I quickly handed him the one I had. “Get these little guys to the truck, I know that last one is here somewhere!” “Going to be damn close, woman!” He yelled at me and gave me a stern look that startled me. “Not worth it for a kitten!” He took off for the truck anyway, carrying his rescues as I started calling for the last one. I found it a moment later, up in a small tree and judging by the way the water was moving, I was about to go for a swim if I didn’t act. I ran for the tree, calling to the kitten as I did and as I reached it, I jumped up the trunk and scaled the five feet left to get to it. This one was my favorite, a pure white fluff ball with a splash of dark gray that graced its left ear and down around its eye. When it saw I was coming to rescue it, it stood up and began meowing, trying hard to climb down the tree. Knowing that his little claws got him up there but his inexperience at coming down trees would be dangerous, I reached up quickly and grabbed him by the scruff. He went limp as I cradled him on my neck and together, we jumped. I landed in water that was swirling around my knees and I looked up to see my itch standing on solid ground but was moving steadily backward as the water advanced on him. Knowing I had one chance, I kissed the wet kitten and yelled at Itch to get his attention as I moved forward the best I could. There was only one chance at saving the wet little baby and I had to take the chance. “Trust me, little guy, he’s got great hands.” I kissed him again and with that, I launched the kitten the twenty feet between us and held my breath. He stepped into the water a few steps, but effectively caught the kitten and held him up like a trophy. We both screamed in victory at the rescue and as I started to wade out of the water, I caught the glimpse of a wide smile on his face as he held the kitten close. Something brushed my legs, it had to have been a log and I suddenly found myself under water. I quickly got my head above it and instead of attempting to fight it to stand, I relaxed and let the current take me up close to where he stood. He grabbed my hand as I reached him and with the kitten clinging to his soaked t-shirt, he hauled me up to my feet and quickly lifted me into his arms. I grabbed the kitten from his shoulder as we made our way up to higher ground and as he sat me down next to the truck, an explosion of cheers above us caught our attention. All the office workers stood in the open doorway and clapped at the successful rescue. I held the kitten up so they could see him before Itch pushed me into the truck. “You have some serious balls, woman. I wouldn’t have done what you just did.” He said as he climbed into the truck. In the back seat, mama cat who was still wet was drying off her babies and as I handed the last one to her, she meowed and pressed her head to my hand as if to thank me. “I have a soft spot for cats, even more so when they are in danger.” I replied softly as I slipped out of the truck. “One of the office workers made it out of the resort before the lake blew its banks. She bought quite a bit of food, steaks, hamburgers, pizzas, what’s for dinner, Wonder Woman.” I grinned at the comment and stuck my tongue out. “Not picky, just grab a little of everything, I have a few things in my car as well.” I jumped as a clap of thunder rattled my brains and the rain started coming down harder. “Make it fast, those little guys need to be warmed up. I’ll be ready when you get back.” “Ready for what!?! The cats, the food or me!!” I stuck my tongue out again and slipped into my car, grateful I was no longer getting rained on. As he pulled away, he honked and flipped me off with a smile and I returned the gesture. This night would definitely be one for the record books.

When I made it back to the condo unit, I grabbed my purse and ran into the door, crying out in triumph when the lights came back on a few seconds later. Knowing I wouldn’t have a lot of time, I quickly grabbed up several thick towels from the bathroom and shoved them in the dryer along with Itch’s soaked t-shirt and cranked it on high. I ran back into the bedroom, retrieving a laundry basket we kept in the units for the guests and walked back into the living room. I turned the electric fireplace on low, just enough to warm the small area around it up, threw open the sliding glass door to let the stifling air escape and swap it with fresh air and then made a bee-line back to my car. As I pulled the cooler out of my trunk, Itch pulled up and quickly got out of the truck, his bag in his hand and I raced over to him and climbed into the truck, retrieving mama cat and a couple of the kittens. I handed them off to him, grabbed up the remaining four and hurried into the condo. “Over by the fireplace,” I said quietly as we made our way through and he carefully placed the family down on the floor. “There’s just my cooler, bag of clothes and my laptop in the trunk, can you go get, please?” He nodded as we both got up and as he slipped out the door, I grabbed the laundry basket and the warm towels from the dryer and headed over to the family. Making quick work of it, I set several of the towels into the basket then taking one of the warmed towels, I started drying off mama cat. The kittens meowed and moved around me as I worked as fast as I could, and when she was nothing more than damp, I set her in the basket and grabbed the nearest kitten. By the time Itch returned to me, four of the kittens had snuggled deep into the warm blankets and mama cat relaxed and stretched out, watching me intently with big green doll eyes. The kittens immediately went after her, taking in a late lunch and as I set the last kitten into the basket, Itch was behind me. He worked quickly and quietly as he pulled the various pins from my hair, releasing my soaking wet mop from the top of my head and with the last remaining warm towels, began to dry it as best as he could. “Well aren’t we a wet bunch of characters,” I said to mama and she meowed at me as she watched us. “We would have lost these guys if I hadn’t seen her.” “Like I said, beautiful, I wouldn’t have chanced going out there. But I’m glad you did, looks like a happy family reunited.” I took hold of his hands and he stood up behind me as I got up myself and when I turned to face him, I gave him a long hug. “Big balls, lady, you got some big balls.” “Thanks for helping.” I said into his ear and then as we broke the hug, our soaking wet clothes clung together and snapped back on us. We laughed as I stepped away from him, moving to get my clothes bag. “I’m sick of being wet, but I need to get warm in a hurry. Going in to take a shower, you jumping in, too?” Under normal circumstances, that would have opened the floodgates of extreme vulgarity from the man, but considering what we had just done, he simply nodded and moved to his bag. “Yeah, I’ll run into the next unit. No telling how long we’ve got before the power goes out again, we’ll lose what hot water we do have.” He slipped out of the door and let himself in the next in the blink of an eye as I made my way into the bathroom with my clothes. I turned on the water, getting it nice and warm before I slipped back out into the living room. I checked on the family one more time, most of the kittens were done eating and they were curled up sleeping with mama. I stroked her a few times as she softly meowed at me and when I heard her purring, I stood straight and walked into my hot shower with a smile. The shower was mind-blowing good, the shower head one that had different settings on it. I opted for the massaging setting and groaned as it began to beat on my already tender muscles. I was going to feel every inch of the rescue in the morning and as the last of the adrenaline was used up, I found myself sitting on the shower floor for a few moments, letting the water beat on my head. I stayed there for as long as I could and when I detected the slightest change in temperature, I stood up, shaved my legs, under arms and cunt, washed and conditioned my hair and made it out of the shower just as the water went cold. I dried off quickly and as I slipped into my comfy clothes, another pair of yoga pants and an oversized shirt with thick, warm socks, I headed out into the living room and my gut wrenched as I stepped in. I caught the scent of his cologne in the air and as I fought to keep my composure, I concentrated on each step as I walked up behind him as he stood the glass doors. I gazed on the tattoo again, the intricacy and detail was amazing and when I stepped up behind him to close the distance, he turned to face me. “Oh now that’s a sexy outfit,” He wolf-whistled and I swatted him with the towel I was using to dry my hair. “I think I like you without makeup.” “Don’t lie to me, asshole.” He laughed loud as I looked out the doors, noticing that the rain had stopped and the sun was actually threatening to break through the clouds. Living in the area that we do, we both had that sinking feeling that our rain problems were far from over. In normal times, the sun signaled the storms were over but for us, it just let us know it was going to heat things up, churn it good before the next round of storms moved through. For the next couple hours, we all settled in and got comfortable. As he cooked up the steaks, my stomach lurched from being empty and when we ate, we were afforded a long reprieve from the storms and we ate out on the deck, looking out over the lake. His radio went off and he answered as he put the last bite of steak in his mouth. A couple of trees fell close to the maintenance shed during the last round of storms and the office wanted him to check on it. As he gathered our plates, I followed him into the kitchen, asking if he wanted company. He looked out the window and growled, shaking his head at me as he grabbed his rain slicker. “No way, gorgeous, this next round is going to be bad and if I don’t hurry, I’ll get caught in it. No sense in both of us drowning.” “Your chivalry is boundless.” I giggled as he swatted my ass again. “Just be careful.” He nodded and slipped out of the condo and I made quick work of the dishes, getting the kitchen cleaned back up and I called the office to ask which office worker was in which unit, I would have to go clean them when we were allowed to leave. They read off the list to me and I shuddered violently when I realized that Itch and I were the only ones in the building they put us in. Either they knew we were going to fuck eventually or had already been fucking our brains out, it was odd to me that they put us in a building away from everyone else. Logic kicked in though, we were in that location when the lake broke its banks, and it would only stand to reason to keep their crew where they knew they were. Or was it? I fed mama cat a can of warmed tuna and made her a makeshift litter box from the cat litter I carry in my car for the winter before I slipped onto the couch, suddenly exhausted from my day. I stretched out long as I turned the TV back on, actually falling to sleep as it was reported that the worst of the storms would be later that night, after the sun went down. I don’t know how long I was asleep, I just know that when I first woke up, my exhausted body and brain wasn’t functioning right. There was a single light on in the condo in the kitchen, the TV turned off and the condo lit up by momentary brilliance as the quiet lightning in the distance fired off. I realized then that I was a little chilly and when I finally willed my arm to move, I noticed that my shirt was lifted high, exposing my tits. Upon further inspection, I realized that my pants had been slipped down my legs passed my knees and my legs were spread. I gasped when I saw a figure standing at my feet, looking down on me and when I caught a glimpse of Itch in the flashing light, part of me relaxed while another part went stone cold. Somehow in my deep sleep, he had managed to undress me enough to expose my body to him and when the lightning lit up the room again, my eyes dropped to his hardened cock, the imposing rod captured in his fisted hand which was slowly and easily stroking it. “Don’t move, whore,” his voice was thick was excitement as his other fisted hand rose. He threw what was in it on the coffee table, a bunch of twenties, a couple of fifties and to my shock, a couple of hundreds – well over what it would take to pay me off and my eyes shifted back to his as I relaxed back on the couch. “I’ve paid for tonight and well into the weekend, don’t think we are going anywhere. Your ass and cunt is mine.” I let a deep shudder erupt through my body as I moaned, the combination of watching him stroke his fuck meat and throwing cash at me was enough that I was instantly standing on the cliff of orgasmic bliss. Just one puff of a breeze would send me over the edge and I settled my eyes down on his cock to watch him, his hand still stroking it as if he were teasing himself. He gently reached down to stroke a bared thigh as he continued stroking himself, getting into it a bit more as his fist clamped down on it a little harder. He groaned as he let his hand slip up my thigh, across my hip and suddenly plunged between my legs, easily slipping three fingers back inside my cunt. I couldn’t help myself as I groaned long and threw my hips in the air, holding them high as he began fucking me with his fingers. It didn’t take long, the wet sounds of my cunt filled the room and he groaned himself as his fist worked faster and harder. “The things I’m going to do to you, whore. Four years of constant torture that you have done to me has been insane. Normally, I don’t pursue women this long, if they don’t show interest I let them go about their lives, but you,” he quickly increased the pressure on his hand that he was using on me, his fingers flying harder and deeper in me than before. I quickly came as he worked me over and as my back arched and I moaned loud, he picked up speed with his fingers, sending me deeper into my orgasm. “You fucking little whore, you’ve been the only one I’ve really wanted, I even stopped fucking my wife for a while.” His admission to holding out on his wife made my brain snap as he laughed when my orgasm sky rocketed me into the lower atmosphere. As I moaned and thrashed on the couch, I kept my eyes on his other hand, which had begun to pound on his meat with an intensity that I had never seen before. When my orgasm subsided, I crashed to the couch with a grunt and I laid still as he eased his hand away from me. My body was still throbbing heavily when I suddenly gasped loud, feeling myself getting picked up and thrown over a shoulder. As we made our way through the condo, I whimpered softly as I knew that he would do exactly as he said, Itch was never one to mince words. I quickly found myself flying in the air away from him, grunting loudly as my back in the mattress and I let out a hard gasp as his body fell on mine. With lightning speed, he lifted my shirt from me and grabbed my wrists before he hoisted them above me. Before I could defend myself, I found my wrists wrapped tightly in the bed sheets and when I tried to move my hands down, I wasn’t able to. In the pitch black darkness, I looked over my head, noticing quickly in the flashing light that he had managed to create my restraints from the flat sheet, which was stretched to its maximum and the other ends tied to the bed posts. As I studied the knot and began trying to work my hands free, I found his hands roughly yanking my pants completely off of me and again, with lightning speed, he tied one leg up and out away from me, the knot at my knee. I stopped concentrating on my hands and looked down as he grabbed my other leg and as he began moving it into position, I locked my knee and held still. I should have known that he would win as he forced my leg to bend and he secured it quickly with the other end of the sheet. Effectively tied down and spread out wide, he stood up and looked down at his handy work. He was good, I have to give him that, a little too good since he had tied me down from the side of the king sized bed and not long ways – there was nowhere I could go and surely, not a goddamn thing I could do to get out of it. He put his hands on his hips as he caught his breath, I had at least put up a good fight and his dark skin glistened when the lightning flashed. He said nothing to me for a while, gazing down at me like a hungry, rabid wolf and when he finally moved into position between my legs, I held my breath, waiting for whatever it was he had in store for me. I gasped and trembled hard enough to shake the bed as I watched his head lower between my legs and when his thick, soft tongue took a swipe of my cunt, I lost it and screamed. As he roughly grabbed my spread thighs with his hands, he settled into my cunt, eating it like he would never again have one in his mouth. As his lips closed around it, his tongue slipped up and down the entire length of my cunt, from the bottom of my slit to the top of my clit before he zoned into the bundle of hot nerves and began flicking it with his tongue at an amazing speed. I grunted and moaned, cried out hard as he bore down on it, hitting the sensitive spot with such determination and force that my body jerked with each lick. It was quickly becoming unbearable as I tried in vain to move my hips away from him, to which he answered by holding my thighs even harder on the bed. I begged him to stop, pleading with him that it was going to start hurting and still, he ignored me as he worked faster and harder. The sounds of his tongue working me over filled the room quickly as I tried in vain to thrash away from him, but when the floodgates opened and my orgasm threatened to break every bone in my body, I managed to shift my hips enough to push my clit further into his mouth, screaming out my bliss and his name as it took over my body. I gasped and heaved loudly as my hips rose off the bed and I blushed violently when I heard him chuckle, his mouth still locked on my clit, his tongue still thrashing at the exploding nerves. The vibrations of his chuckling did incredible things to me and I moaned as I pushed my hips further down, forcing his head deeper into my open thighs. He never broke contact as he continued thrashing at my clit and open cunt and when I felt his fingers first caress my ass and then slowly begin to push in, I froze and whimpered. He chuckled again as he pushed deeper, his tongue working faster and harder and I thought I would lose my mind from the sensations he was giving me. No doubt about it, the man knew how to eat pussy, mastered it and as his fingers began driving into my ass slow and easy, my hips lifted from the bed again and I wailed through my orgasm. His chuckling was driving me insane as he continued sucking and eating on me for so long, I couldn’t tell you when he finally stopped – just that I was already exhausted, covered in sweat and had so many orgasms, I lost count. When he finally released his mouth from my cunt and stood up, I laid there still and weak, unable to do much of anything when I felt him release my legs if only for a moment. I had just enough time to catch my breath before I suddenly felt his hands grab my hips roughly and turn me over. I gasped as I felt him grab my ankles and again tie them down as I tried to ease the tension in my shoulders and upper arms since they were crossed above me. With my legs secured, he lifted my hips off of the bed and without saying a word – he plunged his cock as far as he could into my cunt. He grunted loud as he was momentarily stopped, a good part of that being how many orgasms he had given me with his mouth. My eyes widened when I felt the thickness of his fuck meat, if he was only half-way in and already I was stretched, how thick was it towards the base?? I whimpered as I felt him pull out and grunted as he pushed back in – this time only gaining a couple more inches. “Fucking tight whore,” I screamed as I felt his hand suddenly connect on my ass and he pulled out and pushed in again. “I knew you would be, but wasn’t expecting this.” He spent several minutes working his cock into me and when I finally felt him push the rest of the way in, I felt my cunt let go and I gushed all over him as I came again. He growled as he spanked me again, listening to him grunt softer as my cunt muscles contracted repeatedly around him. He stayed motionless as I continued to cum and when my orgasm subsided, he grabbed an even tighter hold of my hips and began pounding into me like a jackhammer. His cock always impressed me when I saw it, long and amazingly thick and I knew if it ever slipped into my cunt, I’d be in trouble. He grunted and growled loud as he pushed repeatedly into me with the force that jerked the headboard against the wall, causing it to crack loudly. I came again in a hard gush, his hands grabbing an even tighter hold and he slowed down his thrusts, making sure that I could feel every exquisite inch as my cunt gripped him tighter and tighter. He fucked me on all fours until I was again exhausted, my body now frapped to the limit and I was weakly begging him to stop. I heard him gasp as I came on him again, my cunt now so sloppy wet that I could hear my juices churning. I blushed, even in the darkness at that revelation, I had never gotten that wet before. He seemed to sense it as he chuckled and bore down on me harder and faster, his hand again connecting with my ass. “C’mon, you fucking whore,” He spanked me again and I cried out. “C’mon and cum all over me. You love my cock, I can feel it.” I moaned deep as my cunt tightened and he grunted as he fucked faster. “That’s it, you cock loving whore, cum. . .” he grunted loud as my cunt tightened further. I shook my head and whimpered, there was no way I had one more orgasm in me, even as I felt it building in my guts. I shuddered hard and as my cunt contracted, he growled deep and pounded me into another body breaking orgasm. I whimpered weakly as my entire body contracted with my cunt, his laughing now filling the room as I gave up the fight and collapsed heavily on the bed. With my body now lax, it seemed to fuel him on even more and I whimpered as he continued driving into me, with even more force than before. I realized then that he had not blown his load yet and I weakly whimpered again, remembering that he warned me that once he sunk into tight, wet cunt, he was like a dog knotted. I never prayed for a good hard fucking to end before, but it was then that I caught myself begging quietly in my mind for it to end, even though I truly did love his cock and how each inch was pure heaven and hell. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my body and him, feeling his strong hips connect loudly against my ass. I noticed how his cock felt buried deep, just out of reach of my pain point and knowing that if he just took a step forward, he would hit it repeatedly. A passing thought had entered my mind just as my body reacted to yet another powerful orgasm – my Itch could easily fuck the very life out of me and while I had always harbored the fantasy that D would be the one to do that, I was quickly beginning to accept that my Itch would beat him to it. It was then that I felt him jerk heavily and blow his white hot load into me, grunting loudly each time his cock jumped in my now well used cunt. I thanked the Gods for the small favor that he was done as I felt each explosion fill me and by the time he had finished, I was done in. When he pulled from me several minutes later and released my hips, my weak body hit the bed heavily. I stayed there quietly as he released me from the bed sheets and as I slipped to sleep, I realized there were still many more hours left in the evening and that he had been right – this was only the beginning.

THREEWAY CALLING Amy King had just started college and a new job. She had led a very sheltered life before college, since her high school was girls-only and she didn’t have much of a social life. Her father was a contractor and had done some building repairs for a group that prepared fossils and artifacts and built exhibits for museums and was able to get her an interview. Wanting to study anthropology, Amy was thrilled to have the opportunity, but was disappointed when she found herself in an extremely dull position behind a desk entering credit card charges into a computer program and ordering office supplies for her jerk of a boss. There was nothing to the job, so she wound up roaming the Internet most of the time, watching movies and fantasizing about a fuck buddy she had picked up at a party at the beginning of the semester. She may have been sheltered and introverted when she walked in the door of that party, but that all changed, almost from the moment that she had met Ben… Ben was, in one word, a perv. He was a perv who knew how to light her fire. There was nothing serious about their relationship; they never really talked, unless it was to beg for more, and no one really knew about them, which was fine. Neither of them was interested in dating the other, or anyone, and only found excitement when they heard about each other’s outside sexual escapades. She had quite a few fantasies that she fully intended on fulfilling by the time she left college. She wanted to have a threesome with another girl, and one with two guys. She wanted to be tied up and left naked to be ravished at her keeper’s pleasure. She wanted to be surprised by a glory hole. She wanted to be pressed up to a cold tile wall by a stranger in the bathroom of a ratty bar. More than anything, she wanted to be caught doing something naughty and then ferociously fucked by the person who caught her. The fantasies that weren’t starring Ben were often starring one of the guys that worked on the projects downstairs: a handsome artist named Joe. On one particularly boring day at work, Amy found herself to be particularly horny. The workers downstairs were working on creating a dolphin exhibit for a nearby museum and her manager would be shut up in the office all day with the boss and a prospective client. She didn’t feel like roaming around online and had left her homework at the dorm. She decided to text Ben and see what kind of entertainment he could provide… A: wuts the kinkiest thing uv evr done? B: hey sexy. fucking a tranny high off my ass on mescaline in a forrest is gotta be up there. A: o my :p so if u culd be here with me right now with me wut wuld u do? B: I wuld insert myself firmly into that godly pussy of yours. A: come on stud. im bored. im horny. im alone. inspire me ;) B: I wuld shove u up against the wall and hold your arms above your head Now this was going somewhere. B: id suck on ur neck and shove my leg between yours. id bite down as you grind your pussy on my thigh and begin to stoke my cock. She could feel her pussy getting wet. She couldn’t wait to act this out with Ben when she got off work. B: I throw u on2 the bed and pull u on top of me, raking my nails down ur back as u ride me like a bronco She was ready to go, so she set the office line to voicemail, left a sticky note on the manager’s chair saying that she was out to lunch, and brought her cell with her to the bathroom. She didn’t have to worry about being interrupted. The boss’ office had it’s own private bathroom for the people in the meeting. The downstairs workers had their own bathroom too, and rarely came upstairs anyway. She straddled the toilet in one of the stalls and pulled her skirt back so that she could slide her panties to the side, and slowly slipped her finger in her slit. With her other hand, she held up her phone to keep reading. B: I start rubbing ur clit and pinching ur tits. as u begin 2 climax u lean forward and I start sucking ur nipples while u bite down on my neck. after u cum I flip u ovr and fuck u up the ass as hard as I can Amy began slowly circling her clit, spreading her juices and getting herself wound up before the big show. Before long, she was thrusting her hand into herself, biting her bottom lip and struggling to keep her eyes open so she could finish Ben’s story. She was breathing heavily and was too distracted to notice the bathroom door swinging open. She thought that maybe she should take a picture of herself to send to Ben, or maybe take a video. She was too distracted to even see an eye peek inside the stall door that she had neglected to lock. Maybe she should call him up so he could hear her moaning while her hand slapped in and out of her wet pussy. She was far too distracted to hear the intruder creep back to the door and bolt it shut. B: I reach around and rub ur clit until ur screaming and then I cum deep inside u… Amy dropped her phone as the stall door slammed open and Joe pulled her upright. He slammed her up against the wall and grinned wildly, as if he was seeing Amy properly for the first time. He looked up and down her body before roughly pulling her light pink blouse over her head. He kept it around her wrists to restrain her and bunched her skirt up, tucking it into the side of her underwear as he got on his knees. He lifted her right leg over his shoulder and gently kissed up her inner thigh. He looked up at her before he reached the top and ran his hands up the back of her legs, eventually squeezing her ass. He expected her to look scared, or at least apprehensive, but she pursed her lips mischievously and he was filled with hunger. He dove in, tongue first, devouring her pussy. He licked quickly then slowly then quickly again, shoving his finger up her hole. She writhed on top of his face for what seemed like hours, clenching her jaw and breathing heavily through her nose so that she wouldn’t scream and alert her boss. Joe had a thought and surprised her again, lifting his other hand and slowly sinking a finger in her asshole. She jumped a little and shivered. He stopped moving, just holding her there until she settled down. Then he started up again at full force, pounding each of her holes with his hands and running his tongue up and down her slit and sucking on her clit. Amy was breathing more and more heavily, and soon felt herself swell. She came violently; her whole body trembled as her juices sprayed all over Ben. No, not Ben. Joe. Ben wasn’t here right now, except in her mind. Joe was rock hard. He stood up quickly and spun her around. He pushed her down to the floor and bent her over the toilet, tying her to the pipes with her shirt, and left. She was thrilled. It was like her darkest dreams were coming true. Her one worry was that he would leave her there without giving her more. All concern for her job was gone. She couldn’t care less if her boss walked in right now to see her ass in the air. All she wanted was more. She looked down at her phone, cracked from falling on the floor, reflecting her shining face. Soon enough, the door swung open again. She heard the bolt click, but this time two sets of shoes walked towards her. She looked up to see Joe’s best friend and co-worker, Brad, looking down at her in wonder. She’d never paid Brad much attention before, but now she saw him plainly, and wanted nothing more than to “know” him better. Joe untied her and pulled off her shoes, throwing them and her shirt across the floor. He tore off her skirt and her now drenched thong. Then he quickly stripped and laid down on the floor, pulling Amy on top of him. He spit in his hand, smiling up at her, and stroked his bare cock before thrusting it inside of her. She gasped and whimpered. He began pumping into her. His hands gripped her hips and she placed her own on either side of his head. In and out, first slowly and gently, then faster and harder. She looked up as Brad walked around to watch her tits bouncing up and down with every thrust. She gazed into his eyes, pleading for him. She let her eyes wander and fixed them on the bulge in his pants. Joe stretched Amy’s pussy with his throbbing cock and groaned. Brad couldn’t take it anymore and stripped down. Amy raised her torso, sitting upright on Joe, and reached out for Brad. He stepped forward, still tentative but excited, and closed his eyes with a sigh as he felt Amy’s lips wrap around him. Her head bobbed back and forth as her body was lifted up and dropped down. She grabbed Brad’s leg and moaned. She had no intention of letting him finish this way. She wanted him somewhere else. She took one last lick and pulled back. She put her hand on Joe’s chest and spoke for the first time. “Wait.” Both Brad and Joe’s eyes snapped open. She stroked Joe’s face and looked up at Brad. She smiled at him and pressed herself down again on Joe’s chest. Brad had never thought seriously about having a threesome before. Not this kind, at least. He’d definitely fantasized about two girls before, but when he really thought about it, it seemed like a lot of work. It was probably a lot more awkward than what he saw on his favorite websites. He’d never thought about two guys and a girl though, but the way Amy was laid out with her ass sticking in the air, practically begging for him, he didn’t even give it a second thought. He circled Amy again and got down on one knee. He placed one hand on her waist and used the other to align himself, lubed up with Amy’s saliva, and thrust himself into her. Joe and Brad pumped in and out of her. It was awkward at first, but soon they were moving in time. The feeling of having both of her holes filled exhilarated Amy. As she arched back against Brad, Joe tilted his head up to suck on her breasts. She moaned and then inhaled sharply as Brad bit down on her neck. The sounds of slapping and moaning and panting echoed against the tiles. The boys started thrusting with fervor, more and more quickly. Brad let out an animalistic growl and pulled Amy back towards him, his hand wrapped around her throat. He reached his other hand around her waist and used his finger to quickly rub her clit. Joe ran his hands up and down her thighs, leaving red trails from his nails in their wake. Amy reached back and held onto Brad as the three rocked in unison, and found it more and more difficult to remain quiet. As Joe gave one final massive thrust into her, using all of the energy he had left, Amy cried out. The two came together and Amy collapsed. Brad thrust into Amy from behind, faster and faster, grunting as Amy finally let out a scream of pleasure. He wasn’t ready yet; he wanted more and he wanted her to cum one more time. He did all he could to hold himself back and pulled out of her and stood up. He pulled her up and faced her towards him. He kissed her roughly as he pushed her back to the sink. As she leaned back, Amy saw Joe slide back and sit against the wall, his chest shining with sweat and rising and falling as he panted after all the exercise. He winked at her and looked back up at Brad. Brad stared down at her and dove into her, driving in and out of her pussy. He did all that he could to go slowly, and pressed his thumb again on Amy’s jelly bean, her sugar plum, her… love button. He smiled and thought of all the ridiculous words for the clit that he’d heard. The only word that fit Amy was “jewel.” He shone it with his thumb and finally came. He hoped she was on the pill, but it was too late now. Amy felt herself get filled with his semen and barely gave it a thought. She could only smile and grab onto the sink as Brad pulled out and pushed his fingers into her until she came once more. When they were finished Brad leaned against Amy. She ran her fingers through his hair as Joe finished getting dressed in the background. Without a word, Brad stepped back to clean himself up and get his clothes together. Amy did the same and walked over to the door. Brad smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek before he walked out. Joe gave her a gentle nudge on the shoulder. “Let’s do this again sometime,” he said with a wink, and strode proudly out the door. Amy poked her head out the door, and all of a sudden remembered where she was. Her boss must have heard them. The walls weren’t very thick. She snuck around the office and found a note on her desk. She exhaled with relief as she read that the meeting had been moved to a restaurant and that they wouldn’t be back for a few hours. She walked back down the hallway and pressed her ear to the door to the staircase that separated the office from the workroom downstairs to make sure that Brad and Joe were gone. She swung the bathroom door open again and found her cell phone. She lifted it to her ear to see if it was still working. “I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Ben said, having heard Amy pick up the phone. “What did you think?” “You,” Ben laughed, “are a bad, bad girl. I was expecting a dirty phone call, but that was a surprise.” “It surprised me too,” Amy said with a smirk. “I can’t wait to see you tonight. Maybe we can go to a bar to find a friend.” Ben couldn’t believe he had found someone like her. “We’ll have a little reenactment.”

Chloe’s Story………. by Vanessa It had been another boring day and the thought of getting out of the office in just a few minutes and to the supermarket, had Diana dreaming whilst she added mentally to her all ready long shopping list. So much so that a polite “Bye see you tomorrow” was ignored for a moment until she realised that her friend Judy was on her way home. “Bye” she replied. Diana all ways parked her car in the same spot reserved for staff members and had not noticed the plain brown envelope on the passenger seat, until posing her handbag on it. More trash ads she thought, acknowledging that the window she’d left open had served as a perfect post box. Another glance at the envelope however was enough for her to remark familiar signs, which a closer examination confirmed as the gender symbols. Now more than a little curious and using her long polished nails, she had the envelope open in seconds. A small white card slipped from the envelope and she squeezed her knees together to stop it falling to the floor. It read “Let me make your fantasies into reality, trust in me, love Chloe.” Followed by a telephone number. The envelope also contained pages of text from which Diana read the title out louder than she intended. “Short story of a woman’s fantasy. Chloe’s story.” Diana was blushing and looking frantically around to reassure herself that nobody had witnessed her discovery. The parking area was deserted except for the boss’s car, as he always left late. Diana was happily married with two sons, three and five years old. Her husband Jonathan had a good job and worked long hours, so the family didn’t get to spend a lot of time together these days, except on occasional weekends. The first lines of Chloe’s story were sufficient to enhance Diana’s attention. “Every woman has fantasies but few are actually lucky enough to live them out. Chloe knew how lucky she had been meeting Vanessa and it was now her duty to carry out the promise she had made .To enable other women to realize their most intimate fantasies.” Diana glanced at the telephone number and read on….. Chloe was a hairdresser in a rather high-class salon downtown. Many of her customers were women but it did happen that men, most of whom were gay, stopped by for a styling. Vanessa happened by one day without an appointment and was fortunate in that one of Chloe’s customers had just called to cancel hers. Chloe and Vanessa hit it off right from the word go and their conversation gradually orientated towards subjects with sexual connotations. Vanessa who was single, admitted that she had realized her wildest fantasy of making love with three guys thanks to a dear friend who organized the scene with all the discretion necessary in such situations. All four wore face masks and the scene passed in a dimly lit room. Vanessa’s wish was that she be restrained in bondage, spread and chained to the bed. Her fantasy of being taken in bondage, against her will, had haunted her to the point where she could no longer resist the desire to live out the scene. Somehow finding herself in bondage took away much of the guilt she would have felt if she had made love freely with the three guys. She needed no excuse for her conduct as it was impossible to resist them and so she felt at ease with her conscience. The men had instructions to please her……. and they did. In return Vanessa made the promise to render the same service to another woman, so she too could realize her fantasies. Chloe’s heart pounded at the thoughts that raced through her brain and was still numbed when Vanessa’s words resounded in her ears. ”So if you’re interested write down everything you would like me to organize and trust in me. All I ask is that you promise to render the favor. If you agree I will serve you as I was served, write the story of our encounter and pass it on to a woman who may wish to contact you in turn. You must have complete confidence in me Chloe. I will protect you from all harm during your scene so you need not be worried. You concentrate on living your fantasy to the fullest and I’ll look after the rest. Chloe would think about it but was far from admitting to an almost complete stranger, that she too had a favorite fantasy that came back each time she caressed herself. Strange she thought, was it because this fantasy came back repeatedly that she needed to masturbate in order to satisfy her desire, or was it the other way round?….but of course there was no way she could disclose this to Vanessa. Chloe slipped the folded paper into the top pocket of Vanessa’s blouse as she sat down the next week for a quick brushing. Nothing was said during her entire appointment, as the two were now in perfect complicity. Both of course were for their own reasons quietly excited. Vanessa kissed Chloe on the cheek as she departed whispering, “I will serve you.” Dan had managed to free up his weekend and would be able to spend some time with the family down at the beach house. Dan and the kids would leave Friday night and because it was Chloe’s bridge evening with the girls, she would join them Saturday morning. It had been raining for sometime and it was now close to 9pm when Chloe, who had parked in a secluded back street, at last saw Vanessa’s headlights in the rear view mirror. The last few weeks she had not been able to think of anything else except what she was going to do this evening. She was Hot and worried that Dan may one day discover her infidelity, but sheer sexual desire overcame her fear and she felt wet at the thought of what Vanessa had planned for her. She kissed Vanessa on the cheek as she slid into the passenger seat, remarking her very short black dress that did not start to hide her red panties. She fitted the black velvet blindfold that Vanessa offered her. The place where Vanessa had organized her scene would remain unknown to Chloe. The drive across town seemed like an eternity, but the light music Vanessa had chosen relaxed Chloe who nearly dropped off, only to be jolted back to conscientiousness each time she remembered why she was here. She had not been unfaithful to Dan since their marriage and the guilt she felt was only partially attenuated by the desire lingering deep in her stomach. On the rare occasions Dan had lured her into one of the city’s sex shops, Chloe had avoided the glass display cases where all types and sizes of strange gadgets had her blushing with embarrassment. How come she thought, a prude like me has sexual fantasies of being abused by a horde of savage men. In bed, eyes closed she could imagine their dirty earth stained faces and smell their sweat as each took pleasure from her helpless body, firmly attached to stakes and spread wide in the dirt.. ….. The blindfold was off and Chloe, led by Vanessa, entered a small room filled with odors of incense. Classical music played quietly and Chloe racked her brains in an effort to remember the title, forgetting for an instant where she was. That was until Vanessa started to undress her……. She helped her into a black lace cat suit that Chloe immediately remarked was crutch-less, as she felt the cold night air nip at her hot wet pussy. She shuddered with excitement and wanted to race from the room but was stopped in her tracks as she felt the handcuffs snap shut on two wrists and Vanessa’s tug on the chain to assure her captor would not escape. Vanessa adjusted the cat mask that would guard Chloe’s identity and she gulped in fear as the thick leather neck collar was buckled tight. From the collar a foot long chain with a ring on the end hung down between her breasts. Chloe felt the cold of the steel chain through the lace and pondered its purpose……….. Vanessa led her by the handcuff chain through a door into another chamber, extremely dark, same incense and music, halting at what Chloe would learn was a carpeted pedestal, on which she would be presented to her chosen males. She felt the first step with the tip of her toes and mounted, guided by Vanessa. The second step and she was now on top feeling the soft carpet under her bare feet. Hands ushered her to spread her feet and she felt quite sick as Vanessa attached a metal spreader bar equipped with leather straps at each end, behind each knee. It felt uncomfortable legs spread but she didn’t have time to complain as Vanessa pushed her into a kneeling position on the soft carpet and was all ready tightening the floor straps over the metal rod to make any effort to stand impossible for the poor girl. She could not even raise a knee an inch as she soon discovered. The floor straps were extremely effective. An angel, thought Vanessa as she stood in front of the masked Chloe, whose handcuffed hands were held together as in prayer. Vanessa seized the handcuff chain and clipped it to a preinstalled chain that hung from the dark invisible ceiling. She then took hold of the short neck collar chain and pulling Chloe downwards, clipped it to a clasp on the carpeted pedestal. She pulled down on the other end of the ceiling chain and Chloe’s hands rose above her head until the slack in the short neck chain disappeared. Chloe was trapped and she jerked violently on the handcuff chain but to no avail. Her face was a foot above the carpet her handcuffed hands just above her head. Chloe, kneeling with legs spread, restrained by the short neck chain, suddenly realized her arse was marvelously exposed to the elements, as the cold night air invaded the parted lips of her hot little sex. She moaned as fear and excitement invaded her…….this was her first real experience of Bondage …..she felt helpless and very vulnerable. Chloe spread her elbows and squinted through the cat mask with eyes that had become accustomed to the flickering candlelight. She tried to turn her head, looking for the light source that was directly behind her but the neck chain was too short and she gave up. She tilted her head in an effort to catch the slightest sound that may signal danger to a lady, but only the light music was to be heard. She shivered with fear and swore despairingly asking herself why she had got herself into this hopeless situation…….but the sensations she was feeling in her crotch soon reminded her. The restraints were holding her firmly and she trembled uncontrollably with excitement at the thought of being taken from behind. It was her favorite position when being fucked by Dan, but she often regretted his lack of staying power, depriving her of the chance of reaching orgasm. Vanessa well understood her frustration and was delighted to create a scene with actors who Vanessa was sure, would give Chloe what she had been undeservedly deprived of. A good fucking……’’God what an ungrateful bitch I am to cheat like this. But when she tried to raise her knee instinctively to stand, Chloe gulped at the feeling of forced immobility. She was now resigned to her fate. Only minutes had passed since Chloe had found herself in restraint but she suffered all ready from the lack of freedom. On the top step of the pedestal Chloe was elevated to around Vanessa’s hip height. Vanessa stood on the ground to Chloe’s left, a leather-riding crop in her right hand that was poised on Chloe’s left butt. “Are you ready my darling” she whispered to her prot?, giving her a tender pinch on a magnificent white arse, now completely bared for the occasion by Vanessa, who had adjusted the crotch-less cat suit so it could in no way hinder access to her sex. Chloe was incapable of any audible response and jerked again in vain on her chains as Vanessa ordered, “Come in.” which was immediately followed by the creaking of an opening door….. From where Vanessa was seated in the window of the caf?she had a perfect view of the main entrance doors to the city gymnasium. From her position she scrutinized the males she was to handpick for Chloe, handpick being the operative word. From a dozen potential candidates she created a short list after close inspection of each guy’s penis which was to conform to Chloe’s fantasy, not too long but as thick as possible! She fantasized on a thick cock in her tight little pussy. Vanessa explained to each one that they had been chosen to fuck a lady who would be restrained in bondage and wished to remain incognito. They did not need a lot of convincing! Chloe’s heart pounded and she wanted to piss but resisted. Through cats eyes she frantically peered into the obscurity. She heard the creak of the first step and felt the soft touch of warm flesh on her forearm. She immediately spread her elbows allowing the male to advance until his penis met Chloe’s chin. “Suck him’’ came an order from Vanessa. Chloe closed her mouth not responding to the order. “Suck it” and the snap of leather on a magnificent white arse left a red mark that produced the desired effect as the penis was gobbled up hungrily by a very sore little lady. Suck him good and make him hard was Vanessa’s order and Chloe obeyed. She made abundant cyprine and felt it run down the inside of her thighs as she gave the guy head. He was hard and Vanessa decided he was ready for action. She could see Chloe's sex glisten in the candle light and knew she was ready. “Enough” was the order and he was liberated from her mouth. Vanessa checked the result of Chloe’s blowjob and fitted a lubricated condom before ushering our man in behind the impatient Chloe, spread wide and desirous to be taken. Chloe once again heard a door open and soon felt the soft touch of another male’s sex on her forearm. Vanessa was busy positioning our man to his knees on the first step at the perfect height between Chloe’s legs. To help him in the dim light she parted Chloe’s white butts, presenting her love hole to a very excited guy. With two fingers of her left hand each side of Chloe’s pussy, she parted her lips and guided the man forward with little swats of the crop on his arse. Shit thought Chloe, this is the first time I've let another woman touch me. And she wondered what Vanessa thought of her cute little pussy that she'd spent time grooming and perfuming for the occasion. Shit she thought, I couldn’t stop her from touching me even if I wanted to….and she didn’t of course. Chloe felt his hairy legs and then his erection met wet lips. Chloe rocked back onto him trying to force penetration and calm her craving to orgasm. Vanessa started the tip of his penis into Chloe who gasped and nearly came as he entered her, but not to the hilt, as Vanessa, who still had a firm hold on his erection,, was trapped between the over excited male and Chloe’s arse, only able to liberate her hand upon his withdrawl stroke. “Come on now fuck her good” Vanessa ordered with a crack of the whip on his hairy arse. He obliged, accelerating his thrusts in an effort to rid himself of the load he was carrying and bring Chloe to climax. In fact it wasn't long before she renounced containing the pleasure he was giving her and she cried out as orgasm struck successively. “Fuck that was quick.” Vanessa was thinking. She must’ve been dying for it the poor thing. Chloe writhed in her restraints, which if anything increased the pleasure of orgasm that spread like wild fire, causing her skin to tingle deliciously. Our man realized he had done his job and now set about satisfying himself. Chloe’s orgasm had not impaired on the great blowjob she was giving the second guy who after just witnessing the scene was keen to get some of the action at the other end. Chloe felt the warmth of sperm as her lover ejaculated and filled the device designed for the purpose. “Next” commanded Vanessa who chased the spent male with a flick of her crop on his butts towards the door from whence he had entered. Chloe released an erection from her mouth and Vanessa dressed him with a condom as he took up position, instructed by the whip welding boss lady. Chloe all ready had another cock in her mouth and she felt her next lover’s hard dick on her sex as he searched vainly to penetrate her. Then the familiar touch of two fingers as Vanessa expertly parted impatient lips. Darling I’m going to have you bought to orgasm again by this very good looking male and believe me he’s well endowed, so relax and let me introduce him to you, whispered Vanessa in Chloe’s ear. Vanessa’s whip clipped him on the arse once or twice as she ordered him to penetrate Chloe. Chloe was pushed forward as he took possession of her love hole and she nearly choked on the hard male that she was so successfully sucking. Her hot tight sex embraced his penis, now so swollen with lust that he hurt……all to Chloe's satisfaction. She sucked the swollen cock, as she enjoyed the fucking being handed out from behind. Her muffled moans soon betrayed her as another orgasm wrought her body and she moaned loudly as she came. Vanessa accentuated her pleasure by caressing Chloe's hard little nipples that poked through the loose lace of her cat suit. Sweet cyprine wet Chloe's thighs and glistened in the candlelight as she trembled uncontrollably. She was experiencing the sort of a sex slave, restrained against her will for the pleasure of her masters. He continued screwing the contented bitch ever so slowly as she fought her bonds to no avail, trying to escape his still rock hard cock, that kept inflicting her painful pleasure. She would normally just push Dan off her when he came and go to the bathroom, but there was no getting rid of this guy so she tried to relax supported by the handcuff chains. Her back sagged as he pounded at her ass, fighting for satisfaction. Vanessa now decided to take charge and without warning the crop reddened his arse. Our man cried out as the crop chastised him again and again and the accelerated thrusts soon had him gasping for air as he ejaculated in her cum soaked pussy. “Goood” uttered Vanessa and with a final slash of the crop “Now fuck off, you’ve done your job!” Once again Chloe gasped and arched her back as she felt her sex empty, evacuated hurriedly by the fleeing male. Chloe was still breathing heavily from her ordeal and begged Vanessa to let her rest up before releasing another assailant. Very well, agreed Vanessa who realized that Chloe needed time to recuperate before she would be ready to climax once more. Relax darling and I will help you find the desire to make love again. She moved to the position normally reserved for Chloe’s lovers and knelt on the first step behind Chloe, her hands on white butts. Vanessa’s tongue caressed soft skin and Chloe realizing she was being tongued by a woman whimpered a feeble “no please don’t……that was immediately hushed as Vanessa’s tongue met a very wet and tired little pussy that reacted violently at the first contact. Her tongue circled ever so slowly Chloe’s sex but avoided contact with her clitoris at least at first. It darted off to Chloe’s pink arse hole and Chloe moaned with pleasure and rocked back on the tongue hoping it would penetrate her little hole. Vanessa felt Chloe’s desire returning and she guided her tongue expertly back to her battled sex just skimming her lips as she searched for Chloe’s clitoris which she soon discovered, thanks to Chloe who signed and tried to flee her restraints as she felt Vanessa zero in. A woman knows what a woman likes and very soon Chloe was moaning with desire. She was ready for her last lover to bring her to orgasm. “Next,” came the now familiar command from Vanessa. Chloe tugged down on her chains to position herself for a final love making session, and released the penis that she still had firmly by the gland, giving it a little nip with her teeth as he withdrew from her mouth. You bitch! he cried out. I’m going to fuck you good. Chloe smiled behind her mask as she noted with satisfaction his menace! As history repeats itself she felt the newly liberated penis and Vanessa’s hands on her butts as Vanessa slipped another condom on an impatient vengeance-seeking male. She posed her left hand in the small of Chloe’s back, with a finger lingering just at the opening of her love hole. She still had hold of his hard cock in her right hand and he fought her grip to enter Chloe. Vanessa’s little game made him visibly annoyed which of course was the idea. He could see a magnificent white arse reflected in the candlelight waiting to be fucked and this bitch was not going to stop him from doing the job he’d come here to do. Vanessa saw the rush of adrenaline and knew he was ready to go. “Fuck her good” she ordered, as she guided the tip of his cock into a defenseless Chloe. She baulked as he penetrated her aggressively. Vanessa replied with a loud slap of the crop on his arse and a “Sloowly”. It had immediate effect and he settled into long slow strokes like some well trained screwing machine. Chloe loved it and thought to herself “These guys are unreal”. Dan seemed tame after the fucking they were giving her. How many times have I come tonight? shit who’s counting.” ….and she felt his hardness in her and she tensed her calf muscles as she felt climax was near. Chloe’s thighs were held firmly spread for the pleasure of her lover and he relished the unhindered access he was given to her sex. The image of the helpless Chloe excited him, keeping him hard and he had not forgotten the vengeance he’d sworn as he fucked her good. She prayed he’d stay hard and prolong the pleasure for ever………..and he made it seem like forever. Chloe moaned and her writhing body battled against her bonds as she accepted willingly the slow thrusts of her lover, who penetrated then withdrew, but not completely, the tip lingering between wet reddened lips. Followed another thrust that Chloe felt in her deepest self. Each time he reached her depths he paused and she voluntarily contracted her vagina as if to say, “I am your slave, fuck me and take your pleasure”…….so he did and they came together, again and again as she felt his semen warm her very soul. Chloe's last lover this evening exited towards the door, still breathing heavily after their energetic session that left Chloe sagging on her chains. Vanessa caressed her tired body while she recovered from the treatment her males had inflicted on her. “I feel so good, completely fulfilled for the first time; those guys were great, whispered Chloe. The bonds liberated my inhibitions and made it so easy for me to give in to all my desires. There was no way I could refuse entry to my body in those circumstances.” Vanessa went about unlocking the handcuffs and released the floor straps to liberate the woman who was feeling the effects of a long evening in restraint. She helped her dress and they left hand in hand, Chloe requiring a little help, as she was still a bit wobbly on her feet. “I wonder who the woman will be that I will serve asked Chloe as she opened the car door.” Vanessa laughed, knowing that she would make sure that Chloe’s story would be written and some woman would read it contact Chloe to live out her fantasies……… Diana was still in dreamland after reading Chloe's story and only realized night was falling when she managed to tear her eyes from the printed words. She looked around nervously and by chance no one was present on the parking lot that could have noticed her so engrossed as she had been in Chloe's unforgettable evening with Vanessa. "God the supermarket will be closed if I don’t hurry” and with this she quickly slipped the text back into the envelope and glanced one last time at the phone number on Chloe’s white card as she hid it neatly in her left bras cup. Diana felt her wetness as she started her car, hoping there would be no trace on the back of her dress…………….and somehow regretted that they did not own a beach house. But she would join the local bridge club as soon as possible………

As always I endeavoured to arrive on time, I don’t like to be late so at 08:55 I arrived outside my sister-in-laws house ready to collect Em. I exited my car and knocked on the door and Hayley answered promptly, still wearing her dressing gown. I couldn’t help but casually look her up and down and internally nod with approval. Hayley is my sister in law, she stands about 5’9” has sandy blonde hair and cutting brown eyes. She is 4 years older than me but I have always enjoyed spending time with Hay and her affinity for wearing low cut tops which showcase her ample cleavage never went unnoticed. Neither did her liking for wearing low cut jeans, giving me regular sneak peaks of her undies. Is Em ready I asked, expecting the usual answer of not yet, however I was not expecting the answer I received. “Em isn’t here I’m afraid, I must have got my wires crossed.” Hay stated with a knowing smile. I knew something was going on by know but could resist when asked inside. “Would you like to come in for coffee?” Came the invitation, I responded with a weak nod. As Hay turned to lead me inside she flicked her dressing gown to give me a peak at the bottom of her ass, which was proudly peering out from her thong. I could feel my cock starting to throb. It was at this moment as we entered the living room that Hay turned to me, she looked into my eyes and said calmly. “I’m glad nobody is around, I know you having been want this to.” In my pants I could feel my cock growing. I knew that as much as this situation was so wrong, she was right I did want this. I looked back but only managed to stammer, “I dddon’t....” Before Hay made her move. Hay moved forward, I felt her hand on the crouch of my pants, as she felt my cock through the denim she looked up at me with her radiating smile, as for the first time she knew that I really did want this. “I knew you wanted this. I knew you wanted me.” As she spoke I could feel her hand making it way inside my boxers. She took hold of my cock; I felt rushes of pleasure all through my body. All the fantasies I had had over the year went rushing through my mind. I was brought back to the real world as Hay released my cock, unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to my ankles in one movement. My cock stood to attention creating a bulge in my boxers. As we stood face to face, those fantasies still in the back of my mind, Hay smiled and put her arms around my neck. As she pulled herself close to me I felt her body press up against my cock, all I could think about was cumming this was the realisation of my fantasies but I knew I needed to wait. We stood embracing one another freely in the middle of the living room, Hay leant in towards my ear and whispered. “I want to see what your cock can do” As I stood for a moment trying to comprehend what I had just heard, Hay released her grip and slid down my body, shedding her gown in one fluid movement. There she was knelt before me now wearing only a bra and the thong which I had been allowed to glimpse previously. I notice now that they were a matching set, sky blue lace with matching detail to be exact. I looked down on Hay knelt there, she looked so innocent, but I knew that her intentions were anything but innocent. As I watched she reached forward and began to rub my cock which was clearly visible through my boxers. Slowly she rubbed up and down my shaft, I could feel my balls beginning to tingle and I knew what this was a sign of. As I thought of the consequences of cumming right at this second, I became aware that Hay was now unbuttoning my boxers. “Fuck me” she exclaimed as my cock came into view from inside my boxers. I looked down at her with a knowing smile. Inside knowing that was exactly how I intended for this encounter to end. Hay reached forward and began to carefully cradle my balls as she did this she looked up at me as if to gain approval. My expression must have been enough approval as without waiting for my reaction she leant forward and took my cock into her mouth. I thought my ball were going to explode right there. I composed myself. I could feel her saliva coating my cock; she began to massage me using her tongue. She started at the tip of my cock slowly working to the base before making her way back and repeating this process. As she did this I could feel her grip on my balls getting tighter. As I stood I looked down on Hay at work I couldn’t help letting those fantasies slip into my mind. I had dreamt of this moment since we met over 6 years previously. I could feel the cum gathering in my cock, as I let the first squirt from my cock Hay looked up and took my cock from her mouth I closed my eyes has cum shot from my cock onto her face and her glorious tits. I opened my eyes to see Hay’s smiling face covered in my cum. I watched as she licked all of the cum that her tongue could reach into her mouth and drank it down. Hay looked up and smiled, “judging by that load you needed that” I could only muster a smile in response, my balls were still throbbing from the orgasm which she had brought me to. “I best get rid of this you’ve got cum all over it” she stated as she unclipped her bra an began to move to an upright position in front of me. As she stood I felt her know free tits run up my thigh then up my t-shirted upper body. As she did this cum transferred from her to my t-shirt. “oh, you had best remove that now it has cum on too. She lifted my tee and pressed her ample tits against my now bear chest. I felt my cock begin to rouse again. As she pulled back from me I had my first glance of those glorious tits on full show, her nipple sat proud as a sign of her excitement. As Hay's hand reached down towards my cock for the send time, I reach down towards the front of her thong. As my fingers made contact with the rough lace I could feel the dampness which indicated the current state of the pussy which contained within it. Without further thought I carefully slipped inside her thong and in the same movement her pussy. Hay breathed sharply then relaxed into me arms allowing me to proceed. Two things stuck me now, firstly her pussy felt perfectly clean shaven, and this thought made my cock stand hard once again. Secondly her pussy was extremely wet, a sign that she had longed for this as much as I had. As I fingered her pussy gently working her clit with my thumb I felt her removing my boxers, with my spare hand I reciprocated by removing her thong. As her thong hit the floor she stepped out of it an lowered herself onto the leather sofa, it was only now I became aware we had been standing for such a time. As she lay there looking up at me smiling I could not take my eyes off her pussy. There it was, as clean shaven as it had felt, the juices leaking out were the only sign of the fingering she had just received. I position myself between her legs and let my cock rest against her pussy. “Please fuck me now” she gasped breathlessly “I want your cock” With that I leant towards her pressing my cock to her pussy more firmly, her pussy opened allowing my cock to glide in. I could feel her juices all over my stiff cock, I slowly pushed it deeper into her. I began to quicken my stroke in and out of her pussy, as I did she began to gasp. Using her legs she pulled me near to ensure she was enjoying the full length of my cock. Her body was glistening with sweat, which just made her appear more perfect in my eyes. I could feel cum gathering once again, I wished I could make this last forever. As I drew near to my climax I pushed my cock deep into her now sodden pussy, as I did this Hay’s breathing began to quicken. I continued fucking her she threw her arms around my next pulled me close and whispered “I’m cumming”. This along with the feel of her tits on my chest and her juices on my cock were enough to bring me to an orgasm to. I felt cum surge from my cock into Hay’s pussy. With this I sank my cock deep into Hay and kissed her neck gently, before removing my now limp cock from here moist pussy. As I did this I could see the cum I had just squirted beginning to escape from her. With a smile Hay leant up and kissed me before standing up. Silhouetted in the sunlight she showed no signs of our encounter and retained her gracious elegant as she bent over to pick up her undies my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her ass. She smiled at me before stating. “I’m going to tidy myself up. I think it’s best if you show yourself out.” Before I could respond she left adding, “Thank you. Until next time... Maybe”

Now, I've never considered myself gay. Just have thoughts and want to try some gay things. I'm just turned 18, graduated, and off on my own, and I know I can get the chance if I want it. I'm an average size. 5'10, 180 lbs, semi-muscle toned from working out. Brown hair, brown eyes. I could get some women if I tried, but I want to try with a guy also. I want to recieve, and I want a man who wants nothing more than to give it all to me. I did some of the classical online hookup websites, and finally I found a man who was all that I wanted. We talked throughout the day, and I found out he's a trucker that'll be making a stop in my town tonight. We made a plan that I would meet him at his truck stop and we'd get things rolling. Around 9 I headed for the truck stop, thinking if I can pull through with this or if I'm gonna back out at the last minute, scared he'll get pissed if I do. Eventually, I got into the truck stop, parked, and scouted for his truck as he described it. Sure enough it was there, and I took a deep breath before walking over to it, telling him I'm here as I get there. As I got closer I see him get out. And damn wasn't he all man. No less than 6'1 and 225 lbs, all muscle. He saw me and smiled as I approached him. "Well aren't you just a pretty little one. I'm not into a lot of chit chat so let's get after it. Go hop in the passenger side." Without a word I forced myself into his cab and he leaned his seat back and started to undo his belt when he stopped. "Tell you what. You want it, so you fetch it out." All I could think to say was "Yessir" I reached over to undo his belt and his jeans, realizing now there's no backing out of this, so I might as well go all in. I reached in and grabbed his man meat and held it for a second, realizing what I'm getting into the more and more i feel of it. I whipped it out and it was no smaller than 8" long and about the width of where my hand can barely get all the way around it. I looked at him and all he said was, "What're you waiting for bitch? Get going." I took one look back at his pole before reaching in and putting my lips on it. Immediatly he started to groan. I ran my tongue over it as I slowly went down, struggling the more I put in my mouth. I realized one thing off the bat, I was enjoying this already. I like the feeling of it in my mouth. I love it. So I tried to start of slow, making him groan and call me names the more I went up and down. All I could get was about halfway, and I worked it the best I could. Out of nowhere he said, "This is too slow. I'm taking control." And with that he grabbed the back of my head and started forcing his cock into me, going balls deep. It scared me since he did it so fast, and I had no time to prepare or react. I could feel my gag reflex going nuts, every time he passed it, but I was loving him being so forceful with me I ignored it. He kept going up and down and all I could feel was his dick filling my mouth and I just sat there and took it like the bitch I was becoming. He did this for a solid 8 to 10 minutes before he said "oh fuck here it comes" and he shoved his dick down my throat as far as it would go, sending all his sperm straight down me. I could taste it just a little as it went, and it was a little sweet and a little salty, and I loved it. I wanted more. As much as I could at this point. He pulled his dick out and he must've thought that's the end of it but I wanted more. I got down and started sucking and licking his golf ball sized nuts, hoping to get more out of them soon. He moaned and said "Damn you want more?" I'll give you way more bitch." I stopped for a second and said "Yes sir give me all you got I want it all." After playing with his balls for a while I went back to his dick and went crazy on it. Up and down all the way fast as hell to please him. I had an idea, and I wanted him to take the hint hopefully. I undid my pants and underwear to expose my ass for him.He took this hint, as I felt him reach around behind me and stick a finger up my ass. It felt weird at first but eventually I got used to it and it felt right and great. As I kept going down on him, tongue all over and sloppy as it may be, the faster he went in and out of my ass with one finger, then two, then three. Oh hell three felt great at a fast speed and I was driven even crazier by it. Neither of us had noticed my dick was rock hard right now, which sat at 5" and not even close to his width. He slapped my dick and said "I have the bigger dick, I'm the master. I'm your daddy. You're gonna do what I say when I say it." I said yes daddy, which was muffled from his dick in my mouth, and he laughed and kept going in my ass. He groaned and moaned and I knew I was doing a good job. After about 10 minutes I came from his fingering me, and about 10 minutes after that I felt him swell up and I knew I was close. I wanted it so bad I was ready. He groaned as he shot his load and I took it all in my mouth before swallowing it. It tasted better than I thought it would. I cleaned him up and put it back in his pants as he instructed. "That was great you fucking cock sucker. I hope you enjoyed Daddy's dick a lot, because you'll be getting it a lot from now on. I come through this town a lot, and so that means you'll be pleasing me every time how I see fit from now on. Understood bitch?" "Yes Daddy I hope to please your cock soon." I said with a smile and a small laugh. I pulled my pants up and he wrote me his number to keep me in contact with him for future times, and then I was on my way, smiling and waiting for next time to come.

Now, I've never considered myself gay. Just have thoughts and want to try some gay things. I'm just turned 18, graduated, and off on my own, and I know I can get the chance if I want it. I'm an average size. 5'10, 180 lbs, semi-muscle toned from working out. Brown hair, brown eyes. I could get some women if I tried, but I want to try with a guy also. I want to recieve, and I want a man who wants nothing more than to give it all to me. I did some of the classical online hookup websites, and finally I found a man who was all that I wanted. We talked throughout the day, and I found out he's a trucker that'll be making a stop in my town tonight. We made a plan that I would meet him at his truck stop and we'd get things rolling. Around 9 I headed for the truck stop, thinking if I can pull through with this or if I'm gonna back out at the last minute, scared he'll get pissed if I do. Eventually, I got into the truck stop, parked, and scouted for his truck as he described it. Sure enough it was there, and I took a deep breath before walking over to it, telling him I'm here as I get there. As I got closer I see him get out. And damn wasn't he all man. No less than 6'1 and 225 lbs, all muscle. He saw me and smiled as I approached him. "Well aren't you just a pretty little one. I'm not into a lot of chit chat so let's get after it. Go hop in the passenger side." Without a word I forced myself into his cab and he leaned his seat back and started to undo his belt when he stopped. "Tell you what. You want it, so you fetch it out." All I could think to say was "Yessir" I reached over to undo his belt and his jeans, realizing now there's no backing out of this, so I might as well go all in. I reached in and grabbed his man meat and held it for a second, realizing what I'm getting into the more and more i feel of it. I whipped it out and it was no smaller than 8" long and about the width of where my hand can barely get all the way around it. I looked at him and all he said was, "What're you waiting for bitch? Get going." I took one look back at his pole before reaching in and putting my lips on it. Immediatly he started to groan. I ran my tongue over it as I slowly went down, struggling the more I put in my mouth. I realized one thing off the bat, I was enjoying this already. I like the feeling of it in my mouth. I love it. So I tried to start of slow, making him groan and call me names the more I went up and down. All I could get was about halfway, and I worked it the best I could. Out of nowhere he said, "This is too slow. I'm taking control." And with that he grabbed the back of my head and started forcing his cock into me, going balls deep. It scared me since he did it so fast, and I had no time to prepare or react. I could feel my gag reflex going nuts, every time he passed it, but I was loving him being so forceful with me I ignored it. He kept going up and down and all I could feel was his dick filling my mouth and I just sat there and took it like the bitch I was becoming. He did this for a solid 8 to 10 minutes before he said "oh fuck here it comes" and he shoved his dick down my throat as far as it would go, sending all his sperm straight down me. I could taste it just a little as it went, and it was a little sweet and a little salty, and I loved it. I wanted more. As much as I could at this point. He pulled his dick out and he must've thought that's the end of it but I wanted more. I got down and started sucking and licking his golf ball sized nuts, hoping to get more out of them soon. He moaned and said "Damn you want more?" I'll give you way more bitch." I stopped for a second and said "Yes sir give me all you got I want it all." After playing with his balls for a while I went back to his dick and went crazy on it. Up and down all the way fast as hell to please him. I had an idea, and I wanted him to take the hint hopefully. I undid my pants and underwear to expose my ass for him.He took this hint, as I felt him reach around behind me and stick a finger up my ass. It felt weird at first but eventually I got used to it and it felt right and great. As I kept going down on him, tongue all over and sloppy as it may be, the faster he went in and out of my ass with one finger, then two, then three. Oh hell three felt great at a fast speed and I was driven even crazier by it. Neither of us had noticed my dick was rock hard right now, which sat at 5" and not even close to his width. He slapped my dick and said "I have the bigger dick, I'm the master. I'm your daddy. You're gonna do what I say when I say it." I said yes daddy, which was muffled from his dick in my mouth, and he laughed and kept going in my ass. He groaned and moaned and I knew I was doing a good job. After about 10 minutes I came from his fingering me, and about 10 minutes after that I felt him swell up and I knew I was close. I wanted it so bad I was ready. He groaned as he shot his load and I took it all in my mouth before swallowing it. It tasted better than I thought it would. I cleaned him up and put it back in his pants as he instructed. "That was great you fucking cock sucker. I hope you enjoyed Daddy's dick a lot, because you'll be getting it a lot from now on. I come through this town a lot, and so that means you'll be pleasing me every time how I see fit from now on. Understood bitch?" "Yes Daddy I hope to please your cock soon." I said with a smile and a small laugh. I pulled my pants up and he wrote me his number to keep me in contact with him for future times, and then I was on my way, smiling and waiting for next time to come.

Now, I've never considered myself gay. Just have thoughts and want to try some gay things. I'm just turned 18, graduated, and off on my own, and I know I can get the chance if I want it. I'm an average size. 5'10, 180 lbs, semi-muscle toned from working out. Brown hair, brown eyes. I could get some women if I tried, but I want to try with a guy also. I want to recieve, and I want a man who wants nothing more than to give it all to me. I did some of the classical online hookup websites, and finally I found a man who was all that I wanted. We talked throughout the day, and I found out he's a trucker that'll be making a stop in my town tonight. We made a plan that I would meet him at his truck stop and we'd get things rolling. Around 9 I headed for the truck stop, thinking if I can pull through with this or if I'm gonna back out at the last minute, scared he'll get pissed if I do. Eventually, I got into the truck stop, parked, and scouted for his truck as he described it. Sure enough it was there, and I took a deep breath before walking over to it, telling him I'm here as I get there. As I got closer I see him get out. And damn wasn't he all man. No less than 6'1 and 225 lbs, all muscle. He saw me and smiled as I approached him. "Well aren't you just a pretty little one. I'm not into a lot of chit chat so let's get after it. Go hop in the passenger side." Without a word I forced myself into his cab and he leaned his seat back and started to undo his belt when he stopped. "Tell you what. You want it, so you fetch it out." All I could think to say was "Yessir" I reached over to undo his belt and his jeans, realizing now there's no backing out of this, so I might as well go all in. I reached in and grabbed his man meat and held it for a second, realizing what I'm getting into the more and more i feel of it. I whipped it out and it was no smaller than 8" long and about the width of where my hand can barely get all the way around it. I looked at him and all he said was, "What're you waiting for bitch? Get going." I took one look back at his pole before reaching in and putting my lips on it. Immediatly he started to groan. I ran my tongue over it as I slowly went down, struggling the more I put in my mouth. I realized one thing off the bat, I was enjoying this already. I like the feeling of it in my mouth. I love it. So I tried to start of slow, making him groan and call me names the more I went up and down. All I could get was about halfway, and I worked it the best I could. Out of nowhere he said, "This is too slow. I'm taking control." And with that he grabbed the back of my head and started forcing his cock into me, going balls deep. It scared me since he did it so fast, and I had no time to prepare or react. I could feel my gag reflex going nuts, every time he passed it, but I was loving him being so forceful with me I ignored it. He kept going up and down and all I could feel was his dick filling my mouth and I just sat there and took it like the bitch I was becoming. He did this for a solid 8 to 10 minutes before he said "oh fuck here it comes" and he shoved his dick down my throat as far as it would go, sending all his sperm straight down me. I could taste it just a little as it went, and it was a little sweet and a little salty, and I loved it. I wanted more. As much as I could at this point. He pulled his dick out and he must've thought that's the end of it but I wanted more. I got down and started sucking and licking his golf ball sized nuts, hoping to get more out of them soon. He moaned and said "Damn you want more?" I'll give you way more bitch." I stopped for a second and said "Yes sir give me all you got I want it all." After playing with his balls for a while I went back to his dick and went crazy on it. Up and down all the way fast as hell to please him. I had an idea, and I wanted him to take the hint hopefully. I undid my pants and underwear to expose my ass for him.He took this hint, as I felt him reach around behind me and stick a finger up my ass. It felt weird at first but eventually I got used to it and it felt right and great. As I kept going down on him, tongue all over and sloppy as it may be, the faster he went in and out of my ass with one finger, then two, then three. Oh hell three felt great at a fast speed and I was driven even crazier by it. Neither of us had noticed my dick was rock hard right now, which sat at 5" and not even close to his width. He slapped my dick and said "I have the bigger dick, I'm the master. I'm your daddy. You're gonna do what I say when I say it." I said yes daddy, which was muffled from his dick in my mouth, and he laughed and kept going in my ass. He groaned and moaned and I knew I was doing a good job. After about 10 minutes I came from his fingering me, and about 10 minutes after that I felt him swell up and I knew I was close. I wanted it so bad I was ready. He groaned as he shot his load and I took it all in my mouth before swallowing it. It tasted better than I thought it would. I cleaned him up and put it back in his pants as he instructed. "That was great you fucking cock sucker. I hope you enjoyed Daddy's dick a lot, because you'll be getting it a lot from now on. I come through this town a lot, and so that means you'll be pleasing me every time how I see fit from now on. Understood bitch?" "Yes Daddy I hope to please your cock soon." I said with a smile and a small laugh. I pulled my pants up and he wrote me his number to keep me in contact with him for future times, and then I was on my way, smiling and waiting for next time to come.

Tanner to Tessa Deandra Robinson watched the man cross the busy street. She had seen him before when he came to take out her sister, Kelsey. He was a tall and athletic looking man after having played basketball in college. He had even made the All-American team because of his quick decision-making ability, which lead him to a very successful career as a Corporate Executive. He was smart, funny and just about everything a girl could want in a man. So when he had asked Kelsey out, all she did was gush over him. Kelsey had told her sister how excited she was to be going out with Tanner Mackenzie, the vice president of a very prestigious communications company in downtown Manhattan. Kelsey worked for the same company as a secretary on the fourth floor. She was a slim, but curvy girl who had barely graduated from a local college. She stood about 5' 8" and had long flowing brown hair, blue eyes and a sparkling smile that would catch any man’s eye. Deandra was almost jealous of her very buxom sister if it wasn't for the fact that her sister was about as bright as the new moon, at times. She was very good at typing and taking notes and filing, but she would have better been suited as a model. In fact, Deandra had often told Kelsey to put a portfolio together and try to break into the world of fashion. So when she called Deandra and told her all about Tanner, Deandra the older of the two just simply smiled and listened as Kelsey rattled on and on about how handsome he was, and that he was picking her up in a limousine and that they were going to a ballet and dinner and how she needed a new dress because she just didn't have anything to wear. So loving her sister as much as she did, she arranged for a dress to be delivered to her. Deandra was an average looking girl herself. But what she lacked in looks she made up for in talent and design. She had started her own fashion designing business and was very successful at it. She did not mind helping her sister out and had almost arranged for a very nice cocktail gown sent to her sister's apartment. After her phone call, she pulled at her computer and began googling mister Mackenzie. It seemed he was an eligible bachelor. A little too eligible, because she found picture after picture of him on the internet with almost a new girl on his arm every time she clicked on the picture. This set off her warning bells and so she decided to deliver the dress herself to warn her sister and let her know that it was possible the man she was going out with changed women like he changed underwear. She arrived at Kelsey's apartment, about three hours before the date, with the dress and a bottle of wine. She knew her sister would maybe have a single glass before her date but Deandra would drink the rest while waiting patiently for Kelsey to come home. She had made an oath to her mother to watch out for her sister in the big city and that is exactly what she would do. They chatted and gossiped about life in general while Kelsey got ready for her date. Deandra explained everything she had seen and found on Tanner Mackenzie, but all she got from her sister was a bunch of giggles and being called an old fuddie duddie. So she sighed and simply asked Kelsey to call her if she needed her and let her know that she would be waiting for her at the apartment when the date was done. When he arrived at the apartment, He was dressed in a very nice pin stripped suit. Deandra had let him in and gave him a good talk about how he wanted him to treat her sister. He seemed very nice but something about his smile told her this man was trouble with a capital T. Deandra warned him in advance that she was very protective of her sister and she just didn’t know how she might react if he hurt her in any way. He simply nodded to her and said she was in the hands of a Man who knew how to treat a girl like Kelsey. Something in his tone set off another warning bell. But before she could say anything else her sister came out of the bedroom. She was beautiful in the long black dress with the V cut neck that barely allowed her breasts to peek out at the edges. She looked so good in the dress that Deandra automatically regretted her choice but it was simply too late to make a change. Tanner let out a wolf whistle and then reached out and kissed her small delicate hand as he guided her out of the door of the apartment. Deandra slept horribly, waiting for her sister to come home and when she woke up in the morning at the sound of the apartment door opening she jumped out of the bed startled. What met her eyes caused her to burst into tears. Kelsey stood in the doorway trembling and her lower lip barred the signs of abuse. Her dress was slightly torn as she slid down to the floor, her sister rushing to her and pulling her up into a hug. “He raped me,” she cried, “and told me if I valued my job I shouldn’t tell a soul, not even you.” The girls sat together for hours and sobbed. Deandra lifted her face with her palms softly and said, “Don’t worry, I will make him pay, I promise when I’m done with him, no one will ever know there was ever a Tanner Mackenzie.” So now she sat watching him cross the street with his smug strutting grace. Deandra had sworn she would never do what she was about to do, but she would not let him rape another girl ever and even though she knew there were consequences to her actions it didn’t matter, she would get revenge for what he had done to her sister. She pulled her fingers up and began making symbols in the air as she looked at Tanner, with venom in her eyes. Deandra’s family had come from Italy almost two centuries before the present date. Her Great-Great Grandmother had come from a family of witches. She too had pitch black hair. Her Grandmother was the same, as was her mother. The family had only passed down their skills from raven-haired daughter to the next. Their magic was only supposed to be used for good as using it for personal gain meant that the effects would come back upon the caster three-fold. Deandra knew the consequences, but her spite and anger controlled her. She chanted in some forgotten language as she kept focused on Tanner and sweat began pouring from her forehead until she made the last sign and lightning cracked across the sky and landed near them both one arch reaching out and touching Scott upon his forehead and another, striking Deandra upon the chest. She saw him fall to the ground and it was the last thing she saw before she blacked out in her idling car. “Hey buddy, are you ok?,” were the first words Tanner heard when his eyes opened. His head felt as if a Mack truck had driven over it. He could feel the blood surging through his veins and a tingling throughout his entire body. He sat up and gathered his senses as a ringing echoed through his ears. “Yeah, think so,” he said and got himself up off the ground with some help from the stranger. “Well you better go to the doctor and get looked at,” said the stranger. He glanced at his watch and realized he was going to be late for his board meeting. “No, I think I’m ok I’ll go a bit later, but thanks for your concern,” and headed toward the building in front of him. Tanner jumped into the first elevator that opened and watched the door close, as he felt a shiver run through him. He stood there listening to the music, a new pop song being sung by a female artist about boys. Normally not his kind of music but he found himself humming along to the tune. As he stepped off the elevator he brushed his long blond hair out of his eyes and stepped toward the boardroom. It didn’t even register to him that when he got on the elevator he had a formal business cut hairstyle with dark brown hair, his changes had begun. In the car, Deandra sat up at the sound of the traffic outside her window. She was unsure what had just happened, but knew her spell was in place. She chewed on her lower lip remembering what her mother had told her about three-fold, but had a plan for that as she put the car in drive and pulled out in traffic and headed toward the Hamptons where she knew her mother was living. She looked up into the rearview mirror and shook her shoulder length blonde hair and let it come to rest upon her shoulders. She turned on the radio and instead of the station she normally listened to of classical music, I touch myself came pouring through the speakers as she started singing along. She had forgotten that just before the spell, she had pitch black hair. Tanner walked toward the board room his confidence coming back as he walked. He didn’t notice that his hips had begun to sway a bit as the tune of the elevator seemed to bounce around his brain and he began humming the song. His hips seemed to be shifting as he moved and his business trousers began moving and changing with each step. Soon, they had shifted about and become a short skirt which allowed his buttocks to peek out just below the hem. His buttocks had filled out and become toned and well-rounded, the perfect heart-shaped behind. His boxers shifted as well and moved becoming a thing g-string thong which ran up between his full ass cheeks. The second part of his change had become complete even though those around him seemed oblivious to how ridiculous he looked with his hairy legs, black socks, and business shoes. Deandra took the next on ramp as she headed on the main interstate. She didn’t even notice as her long business skirt shifted and slid up her legs and changed into a black leather mini skirt. She also didn’t notice as her hips expanded more from their current small width to hips that a porn star would die for, with a full bottom that was barely covered by the leather skirt. If she hadn’t been affected by the spell she would have also realized that instead of the granny panties she normally wore, she was now naked under the skirt and her legs spread slightly giving the world full view of her hairless pussy. But none would see just yet because she was still concealed within her car. Tanner walked into the board room, sashaying to his chair with a sway of his hips. The others in the board room smiled and said hello as he opened his computer to start checking his emails. The other members of the board still had not arrived and he was relieved that he was not too late. He began skimming through his email which was full of reports and charts. He glanced over as the door opened and a tall handsome man entered the room. Tanner’s eyes looked him over and he found himself gazing at the man’s crotch and then he quickly averted his eyes back to his emails and clicked on the first one that contained coupons for Macy’s department store, they were having a shoe sale and Tanner couldn’t wait till the meeting was going to be over so he could go see if those high heels he had wanted were going to be on sale, too! His long legs pushed down toward the floor and became hairless and smooth his thighs filling out and brushing against one another as he gently rocked his hips back and forth upon the seat. His calves becoming smooth and sleek as his socks snaked their way up to his thighs and changed into thigh high stockings with lace at the top, his shoes shifting and becoming red opened toe stilettos as his feet shrunk with the changing shoes and his tendons moved and changed. He would find it very difficult to walk now without at least six inch heels on. Deandra set the car on cruise control and sang along to Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off as she swayed back and forth to the song dancing in her seat. Her thighs began filling out and her stocking shifted and changed becoming fish nets hooking to the new garter that formed on her new thick hips. Her small black flat shoes began morphing and moving up her legs changing into a pair of above the knee black leather boots, the heels extending to six inches. Her mind going over thoughts of getting to her mother’s house began to fog slightly and shift as she took the next off-ramp and turned her car toward her office instead, she had some orders for dresses she needed to worry about, forgetting any reason for needing to reach her mother. She checked her cell looking at her orders in her email and clicking on one she realized she was supposed to meet with a client later that day. Tanner listened to the board meeting, but began having trouble concentrating on what was being said. They were using big, boring words like tele..telecumm..mmmm cumm now that was a word he liked as he turned his attention back to the men in the boardroom. He licked his lips as he felt a stirring in his crotch which was growing warm. He couldn’t feel anything other than the warmth as his once proud phallus began shrinking and sliding up toward his pelvis, his balls shifting and sliding up inside the cavities whence they had dropped when he was a young man. His sack began pulling up tight to his body and smoothed out a small slit forming as his cock adjusted and shrank turning into a nice small clitoris. She began to get moist thinking about the cocks surrounding her in the boardroom as she stared out the window. Deandra pulled into the parking lot that once had the sign Deandra’s Fashions high above it but now read Deandra’s Escorts. She parked in her spot and walked inside feeling the breeze drift over her bare pussy which had expanded slightly with full pouting lips and a moist heat that radiated through her as she swayed up the stairs to her office her butt protruding out behind her. Her office had a new client waiting for her as she walked in the door. The strong-looking man eyeing her as she moved around her desk and set upon the edge spreading her legs enough to grab his eyes attention and draw his view to her wet exposed pussy lips. It was a subtle change in her attitude toward men as her eyes drifted to his crotch and licked her lips. Tanner’s attention was drawn back to the room from the window as one of the men spoke to her. “Tessa, are you paying attention?” the man asked her. She giggled and said, “Yes Sir,” as she turned in her seat. Her waist narrowing as she looked up into his wonderfully attractive eyes. She felt a slight pinch from her belly button ring as she sat back a bit. Her business coat had dissolved and her white-collar business shirt began changing and moving about her. The tank top muscle undershirt adjusted and become a black 38DD bra with lace fringe as her chest began to pillow and expand filling each cup perfectly then pushing just a bit more out. Her breasts firm and supple as her aureole expanded and became a darker brown until they were about 3 inches in diameter and her nipples thickened and pushed out into each cup and increased in sensitivity. She giggled as her breasts swayed and her nipples hardened. Her business shirt began changing into mid length top allowing her belly to be open for all to see the collar shifting and turning as it became a tie that tied just behind her neck. Words in rhinestone appeared on the front that read Tessa. Deandra sat at the edge of her desk as she looked at the man in front of her. A fog descended on her and she began thinking about just how big his cock must be in his pants, as the two bells in her pierced navel rang out as her business top shifted and became a leather halter top. Her breast began expanding becoming 44 DD tits that fought to stay enclosed in the halter that allowed her nipples to be exposed, pushing through for all to see. A small gold chain was attached to her nipple rings and a new chain slid up to her throat where a collar had appeared around her small neck. The words slut appears upon the collar in stainless steel bold lettering. As she gazed down at the handsome man she could only think of as Master. Tessa’s shoulders became small as her entire body continued shrinking. As Tanner, she stood a solid 6 foot 5 inches, but as Tessa, she had shrunk to a small size of just 4 foot 11 inches. Her Adams apple disappeared as her throat became small and slim. Her hair finished lengthening to just above her ass. Tessa smiled at the all the strong board room members as a fog went through her brain yet again and her eyes refocusing as her face softened and her eyes became big and doe-eyed. Her once strong nose becoming a small cute button on her face as her cheeks moved up giving her high cheekbones with a smooth definition. Her eyelashes lengthened and mascara appeared upon them her eyelids with a soft silver make up that sparkled in the light. Her lips becoming soft and sensuous filling and becoming large with the perfect little “O” in the middle that screamed Dick Sucking Lips. She licked her lips and slowly she rose from the chair as she turned to her once business computer that had changed to a pink shelled laptop. Deandra’s eyes grew heavy with exaggerated makeup that was dark. Her lips blossoming out and becoming full and thick covered in a deep red lipstick. Her blush was a bit heavy but she now liked wearing her makeup style that matched her namesake on her collar, slut. Her tomboyish face also changed shape, to the face with a dirty, promiscuous look to it that would make any pornstar envious. The Man rises from his chair and moves around to the other side of the desk and sits in the chair. The sign that was high above the building now read McDavish Porn Industries. Deandra could feel the tongue stud in her mouth as she reached out and licked her lips slow and sensuously. Mr. McDavish looked at the girl before him as he looked over her slutty form. “we should have a live feed momentarily from the girl we sent over to Thomas Communications girl,” he said with confidence. “They paid a good amount of money for their entertainment.” Deandra just moaned as her pussy juices dripped from her swollen lips and slid to the floor crawling to her Master. She felt her pigtailed hair brush the side of the desk as she moved slowly toward the object of her desire, the large bulge in the pants of her Master. Tessa moved with grace as she turned her monitor toward the men in the boardroom and giggled. “Can any of you smart guys help me with my computer,” she said with a pout upon her red glossed lips. “I am like sooo confused by these thingies and my boss like wants to see the show.” The president of the company stood up and moved to the computer and clicked the live feed button as the computer connected to the other end. A small picture of McDavish appeared in the corner and Tessa jumped up and down clapping her hands giggling. “Oh! Goodie!” she cried out as her breasts bounced about her. “She is like ready to start, boss, teehee,” she said as she started climbing upon the table seductively and rested upon her small hands with her hips pushed up in the air. The men in the room quickly undressed and climbed upon the table as she licked her lips knowing that her aching holes would soon be filled by all the wonderful cocks surrounding her. Soon her skirt was pushed up over her hips and a cock was thrusting in and out of her pussy as she moaned around the cock that was now deep in her mouth and throat. She looked at the computer monitor with her big doe eyes which were filled with lust and desire. Out of the corner of the screen, she could see her Boss now stroking his cock while watching from the other end of the live feed. The slut eyed her Master’s cock as he pulled it out and began stroking it. She crawled forward and down upon her knees started licking his balls slowly until her tongue reached the top of his shaft and she couldn’t hold back anymore and began deep throating the cock allowing it to slide down her empty throat. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth as she caught sight of the large screen on her Master’s computer. She climbed up watching the blond bimbo on the other end getting fucked hard by the men in the room. She then turned and impaled her hot cunt upon his shaft. She cried out in ecstasy as he continued pushing his cock into her and she bounced up and down upon it, and then it happened. Her eyes make contact with the big doe eyes bimbo on the other end; suddenly Deandra’s memories come flooding back to her. She remembers everything about who she is and was and she struggles to regain control of herself, but with each thrust of her new found Masters cock a fog begins drifting back down upon her until who she was faded away forever as she cumms violently around his cock spasming until there is nothing left of her, nothing but a cock slut slave. Tessa watched the screen as she sees another girl crawl up to her boss and sees the girl start sucking her bosses cock which turns her on all the more. A second cock enters her pussy as she giggles around the cock in her mouth. She watches as the girl on the screen climbs up onto the bosses cock and begins humping hard against it, and looks toward the screen and their eyes make contact. Flash, Tanner remembers everything that happened to him and knows he is a guy. He struggles against the men who are holding him down and fucking him as he feels another cock enter his ass and begins pumping deep into him. He tries to cry out but can’t because of the cock in his mouth. As the cock in his ass and his new pussy continue pounding him, he starts crying knowing he is being raped against his will. Then it builds within him, the waves of pleasure start taking over, and he moans and begins thrusting back against the invading cocks, a pink fog begins filling his mind and numbers, math, history, his life as a basketball player begin disappearing. His climax builds as his vice presidency disappears and soon the name Tanner fades from his brain, he cums hard and who he was is gone forever. Tessa giggles and opens her eyes and licks her lips. “That was like very yummy!” The once intelligent, popular, and successful Tanner is no more. A man who once had all the talent in the world, and could get with any woman he wanted was now Tessa, a dimwitted bimbo who was only serviceable at servant like roles, except sex. The only thing she was good at, and cared about was getting fucked by guys. In his last life, he was putting his cock into any woman he desired. But now, as Tessa, he was taking any cock that wanted her pussy. The former vice president of a large corporation was now a ditzy blonde stripper, who works as a hooker on the side. The highest aspiration Tessa could now hope, or even wanted, is to become a pornstar, which she and Deandra both eventually ended up doing. Her only talent was sucking dick and spreading her legs, but she didn’t seem to mind. Deandra was once an intelligent person in her own right, also strong-willed and tough. But, all those traits were gone, as her own spell had not only affected Tanner but herself, too. Deandra’s strong will was gone, as she literally could not resist any man who wanted her. Deandra was throwing herself at as many men as possible, earning her a reputation as the town whore, even more so than Tessa. But unlike Tessa, she didn’t seem to enjoy it nearly as much. Whereas Tessa wants the sex and craves it, Deandra pursues it in an almost robotic-like way, as if it is all she knows how to do. Every man is considered her master. Both Deandra and Tessa are stuck in slut roles, permanently. As the years pass they age up until they hit 50, then they revert back to their 20’s, resulting in a never-ending cycle of life as sluts. And in a strange turn of events, Kelsey is also affected, as the former communication corporation is now a porn studio. Kelsey ends up doing porn scenes with the women that used to be her sister and her rapist. But due to the spell, none of them know it, as their old identities were completely erased. All Kelsey sees now is two dumb, plastic looking bimbos.

Tanner to Tessa Deandra Robinson watched the man cross the busy street. She had seen him before when he came to take out her sister, Kelsey. He was a tall and athletic looking man after having played basketball in college. He had even made the All-American team because of his quick decision-making ability, which lead him to a very successful career as a Corporate Executive. He was smart, funny and just about everything a girl could want in a man. So when he had asked Kelsey out, all she did was gush over him. Kelsey had told her sister how excited she was to be going out with Tanner Mackenzie, the vice president of a very prestigious communications company in downtown Manhattan. Kelsey worked for the same company as a secretary on the fourth floor. She was a slim, but curvy girl who had barely graduated from a local college. She stood about 5' 8" and had long flowing brown hair, blue eyes and a sparkling smile that would catch any man’s eye. Deandra was almost jealous of her very buxom sister if it wasn't for the fact that her sister was about as bright as the new moon, at times. She was very good at typing and taking notes and filing, but she would have better been suited as a model. In fact, Deandra had often told Kelsey to put a portfolio together and try to break into the world of fashion. So when she called Deandra and told her all about Tanner, Deandra the older of the two just simply smiled and listened as Kelsey rattled on and on about how handsome he was, and that he was picking her up in a limousine and that they were going to a ballet and dinner and how she needed a new dress because she just didn't have anything to wear. So loving her sister as much as she did, she arranged for a dress to be delivered to her. Deandra was an average looking girl herself. But what she lacked in looks she made up for in talent and design. She had started her own fashion designing business and was very successful at it. She did not mind helping her sister out and had almost arranged for a very nice cocktail gown sent to her sister's apartment. After her phone call, she pulled at her computer and began googling mister Mackenzie. It seemed he was an eligible bachelor. A little too eligible, because she found picture after picture of him on the internet with almost a new girl on his arm every time she clicked on the picture. This set off her warning bells and so she decided to deliver the dress herself to warn her sister and let her know that it was possible the man she was going out with changed women like he changed underwear. She arrived at Kelsey's apartment, about three hours before the date, with the dress and a bottle of wine. She knew her sister would maybe have a single glass before her date but Deandra would drink the rest while waiting patiently for Kelsey to come home. She had made an oath to her mother to watch out for her sister in the big city and that is exactly what she would do. They chatted and gossiped about life in general while Kelsey got ready for her date. Deandra explained everything she had seen and found on Tanner Mackenzie, but all she got from her sister was a bunch of giggles and being called an old fuddie duddie. So she sighed and simply asked Kelsey to call her if she needed her and let her know that she would be waiting for her at the apartment when the date was done. When he arrived at the apartment, He was dressed in a very nice pin stripped suit. Deandra had let him in and gave him a good talk about how he wanted him to treat her sister. He seemed very nice but something about his smile told her this man was trouble with a capital T. Deandra warned him in advance that she was very protective of her sister and she just didn’t know how she might react if he hurt her in any way. He simply nodded to her and said she was in the hands of a Man who knew how to treat a girl like Kelsey. Something in his tone set off another warning bell. But before she could say anything else her sister came out of the bedroom. She was beautiful in the long black dress with the V cut neck that barely allowed her breasts to peek out at the edges. She looked so good in the dress that Deandra automatically regretted her choice but it was simply too late to make a change. Tanner let out a wolf whistle and then reached out and kissed her small delicate hand as he guided her out of the door of the apartment. Deandra slept horribly, waiting for her sister to come home and when she woke up in the morning at the sound of the apartment door opening she jumped out of the bed startled. What met her eyes caused her to burst into tears. Kelsey stood in the doorway trembling and her lower lip barred the signs of abuse. Her dress was slightly torn as she slid down to the floor, her sister rushing to her and pulling her up into a hug. “He raped me,” she cried, “and told me if I valued my job I shouldn’t tell a soul, not even you.” The girls sat together for hours and sobbed. Deandra lifted her face with her palms softly and said, “Don’t worry, I will make him pay, I promise when I’m done with him, no one will ever know there was ever a Tanner Mackenzie.” So now she sat watching him cross the street with his smug strutting grace. Deandra had sworn she would never do what she was about to do, but she would not let him rape another girl ever and even though she knew there were consequences to her actions it didn’t matter, she would get revenge for what he had done to her sister. She pulled her fingers up and began making symbols in the air as she looked at Tanner, with venom in her eyes. Deandra’s family had come from Italy almost two centuries before the present date. Her Great-Great Grandmother had come from a family of witches. She too had pitch black hair. Her Grandmother was the same, as was her mother. The family had only passed down their skills from raven-haired daughter to the next. Their magic was only supposed to be used for good as using it for personal gain meant that the effects would come back upon the caster three-fold. Deandra knew the consequences, but her spite and anger controlled her. She chanted in some forgotten language as she kept focused on Tanner and sweat began pouring from her forehead until she made the last sign and lightning cracked across the sky and landed near them both one arch reaching out and touching Scott upon his forehead and another, striking Deandra upon the chest. She saw him fall to the ground and it was the last thing she saw before she blacked out in her idling car. “Hey buddy, are you ok?,” were the first words Tanner heard when his eyes opened. His head felt as if a Mack truck had driven over it. He could feel the blood surging through his veins and a tingling throughout his entire body. He sat up and gathered his senses as a ringing echoed through his ears. “Yeah, think so,” he said and got himself up off the ground with some help from the stranger. “Well you better go to the doctor and get looked at,” said the stranger. He glanced at his watch and realized he was going to be late for his board meeting. “No, I think I’m ok I’ll go a bit later, but thanks for your concern,” and headed toward the building in front of him. Tanner jumped into the first elevator that opened and watched the door close, as he felt a shiver run through him. He stood there listening to the music, a new pop song being sung by a female artist about boys. Normally not his kind of music but he found himself humming along to the tune. As he stepped off the elevator he brushed his long blond hair out of his eyes and stepped toward the boardroom. It didn’t even register to him that when he got on the elevator he had a formal business cut hairstyle with dark brown hair, his changes had begun. In the car, Deandra sat up at the sound of the traffic outside her window. She was unsure what had just happened, but knew her spell was in place. She chewed on her lower lip remembering what her mother had told her about three-fold, but had a plan for that as she put the car in drive and pulled out in traffic and headed toward the Hamptons where she knew her mother was living. She looked up into the rearview mirror and shook her shoulder length blonde hair and let it come to rest upon her shoulders. She turned on the radio and instead of the station she normally listened to of classical music, I touch myself came pouring through the speakers as she started singing along. She had forgotten that just before the spell, she had pitch black hair. Tanner walked toward the board room his confidence coming back as he walked. He didn’t notice that his hips had begun to sway a bit as the tune of the elevator seemed to bounce around his brain and he began humming the song. His hips seemed to be shifting as he moved and his business trousers began moving and changing with each step. Soon, they had shifted about and become a short skirt which allowed his buttocks to peek out just below the hem. His buttocks had filled out and become toned and well-rounded, the perfect heart-shaped behind. His boxers shifted as well and moved becoming a thing g-string thong which ran up between his full ass cheeks. The second part of his change had become complete even though those around him seemed oblivious to how ridiculous he looked with his hairy legs, black socks, and business shoes. Deandra took the next on ramp as she headed on the main interstate. She didn’t even notice as her long business skirt shifted and slid up her legs and changed into a black leather mini skirt. She also didn’t notice as her hips expanded more from their current small width to hips that a porn star would die for, with a full bottom that was barely covered by the leather skirt. If she hadn’t been affected by the spell she would have also realized that instead of the granny panties she normally wore, she was now naked under the skirt and her legs spread slightly giving the world full view of her hairless pussy. But none would see just yet because she was still concealed within her car. Tanner walked into the board room, sashaying to his chair with a sway of his hips. The others in the board room smiled and said hello as he opened his computer to start checking his emails. The other members of the board still had not arrived and he was relieved that he was not too late. He began skimming through his email which was full of reports and charts. He glanced over as the door opened and a tall handsome man entered the room. Tanner’s eyes looked him over and he found himself gazing at the man’s crotch and then he quickly averted his eyes back to his emails and clicked on the first one that contained coupons for Macy’s department store, they were having a shoe sale and Tanner couldn’t wait till the meeting was going to be over so he could go see if those high heels he had wanted were going to be on sale, too! His long legs pushed down toward the floor and became hairless and smooth his thighs filling out and brushing against one another as he gently rocked his hips back and forth upon the seat. His calves becoming smooth and sleek as his socks snaked their way up to his thighs and changed into thigh high stockings with lace at the top, his shoes shifting and becoming red opened toe stilettos as his feet shrunk with the changing shoes and his tendons moved and changed. He would find it very difficult to walk now without at least six inch heels on. Deandra set the car on cruise control and sang along to Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off as she swayed back and forth to the song dancing in her seat. Her thighs began filling out and her stocking shifted and changed becoming fish nets hooking to the new garter that formed on her new thick hips. Her small black flat shoes began morphing and moving up her legs changing into a pair of above the knee black leather boots, the heels extending to six inches. Her mind going over thoughts of getting to her mother’s house began to fog slightly and shift as she took the next off-ramp and turned her car toward her office instead, she had some orders for dresses she needed to worry about, forgetting any reason for needing to reach her mother. She checked her cell looking at her orders in her email and clicking on one she realized she was supposed to meet with a client later that day. Tanner listened to the board meeting, but began having trouble concentrating on what was being said. They were using big, boring words like tele..telecumm..mmmm cumm now that was a word he liked as he turned his attention back to the men in the boardroom. He licked his lips as he felt a stirring in his crotch which was growing warm. He couldn’t feel anything other than the warmth as his once proud phallus began shrinking and sliding up toward his pelvis, his balls shifting and sliding up inside the cavities whence they had dropped when he was a young man. His sack began pulling up tight to his body and smoothed out a small slit forming as his cock adjusted and shrank turning into a nice small clitoris. She began to get moist thinking about the cocks surrounding her in the boardroom as she stared out the window. Deandra pulled into the parking lot that once had the sign Deandra’s Fashions high above it but now read Deandra’s Escorts. She parked in her spot and walked inside feeling the breeze drift over her bare pussy which had expanded slightly with full pouting lips and a moist heat that radiated through her as she swayed up the stairs to her office her butt protruding out behind her. Her office had a new client waiting for her as she walked in the door. The strong-looking man eyeing her as she moved around her desk and set upon the edge spreading her legs enough to grab his eyes attention and draw his view to her wet exposed pussy lips. It was a subtle change in her attitude toward men as her eyes drifted to his crotch and licked her lips. Tanner’s attention was drawn back to the room from the window as one of the men spoke to her. “Tessa, are you paying attention?” the man asked her. She giggled and said, “Yes Sir,” as she turned in her seat. Her waist narrowing as she looked up into his wonderfully attractive eyes. She felt a slight pinch from her belly button ring as she sat back a bit. Her business coat had dissolved and her white-collar business shirt began changing and moving about her. The tank top muscle undershirt adjusted and become a black 38DD bra with lace fringe as her chest began to pillow and expand filling each cup perfectly then pushing just a bit more out. Her breasts firm and supple as her aureole expanded and became a darker brown until they were about 3 inches in diameter and her nipples thickened and pushed out into each cup and increased in sensitivity. She giggled as her breasts swayed and her nipples hardened. Her business shirt began changing into mid length top allowing her belly to be open for all to see the collar shifting and turning as it became a tie that tied just behind her neck. Words in rhinestone appeared on the front that read Tessa. Deandra sat at the edge of her desk as she looked at the man in front of her. A fog descended on her and she began thinking about just how big his cock must be in his pants, as the two bells in her pierced navel rang out as her business top shifted and became a leather halter top. Her breast began expanding becoming 44 DD tits that fought to stay enclosed in the halter that allowed her nipples to be exposed, pushing through for all to see. A small gold chain was attached to her nipple rings and a new chain slid up to her throat where a collar had appeared around her small neck. The words slut appears upon the collar in stainless steel bold lettering. As she gazed down at the handsome man she could only think of as Master. Tessa’s shoulders became small as her entire body continued shrinking. As Tanner, she stood a solid 6 foot 5 inches, but as Tessa, she had shrunk to a small size of just 4 foot 11 inches. Her Adams apple disappeared as her throat became small and slim. Her hair finished lengthening to just above her ass. Tessa smiled at the all the strong board room members as a fog went through her brain yet again and her eyes refocusing as her face softened and her eyes became big and doe-eyed. Her once strong nose becoming a small cute button on her face as her cheeks moved up giving her high cheekbones with a smooth definition. Her eyelashes lengthened and mascara appeared upon them her eyelids with a soft silver make up that sparkled in the light. Her lips becoming soft and sensuous filling and becoming large with the perfect little “O” in the middle that screamed Dick Sucking Lips. She licked her lips and slowly she rose from the chair as she turned to her once business computer that had changed to a pink shelled laptop. Deandra’s eyes grew heavy with exaggerated makeup that was dark. Her lips blossoming out and becoming full and thick covered in a deep red lipstick. Her blush was a bit heavy but she now liked wearing her makeup style that matched her namesake on her collar, slut. Her tomboyish face also changed shape, to the face with a dirty, promiscuous look to it that would make any pornstar envious. The Man rises from his chair and moves around to the other side of the desk and sits in the chair. The sign that was high above the building now read McDavish Porn Industries. Deandra could feel the tongue stud in her mouth as she reached out and licked her lips slow and sensuously. Mr. McDavish looked at the girl before him as he looked over her slutty form. “we should have a live feed momentarily from the girl we sent over to Thomas Communications girl,” he said with confidence. “They paid a good amount of money for their entertainment.” Deandra just moaned as her pussy juices dripped from her swollen lips and slid to the floor crawling to her Master. She felt her pigtailed hair brush the side of the desk as she moved slowly toward the object of her desire, the large bulge in the pants of her Master. Tessa moved with grace as she turned her monitor toward the men in the boardroom and giggled. “Can any of you smart guys help me with my computer,” she said with a pout upon her red glossed lips. “I am like sooo confused by these thingies and my boss like wants to see the show.” The president of the company stood up and moved to the computer and clicked the live feed button as the computer connected to the other end. A small picture of McDavish appeared in the corner and Tessa jumped up and down clapping her hands giggling. “Oh! Goodie!” she cried out as her breasts bounced about her. “She is like ready to start, boss, teehee,” she said as she started climbing upon the table seductively and rested upon her small hands with her hips pushed up in the air. The men in the room quickly undressed and climbed upon the table as she licked her lips knowing that her aching holes would soon be filled by all the wonderful cocks surrounding her. Soon her skirt was pushed up over her hips and a cock was thrusting in and out of her pussy as she moaned around the cock that was now deep in her mouth and throat. She looked at the computer monitor with her big doe eyes which were filled with lust and desire. Out of the corner of the screen, she could see her Boss now stroking his cock while watching from the other end of the live feed. The slut eyed her Master’s cock as he pulled it out and began stroking it. She crawled forward and down upon her knees started licking his balls slowly until her tongue reached the top of his shaft and she couldn’t hold back anymore and began deep throating the cock allowing it to slide down her empty throat. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth as she caught sight of the large screen on her Master’s computer. She climbed up watching the blond bimbo on the other end getting fucked hard by the men in the room. She then turned and impaled her hot cunt upon his shaft. She cried out in ecstasy as he continued pushing his cock into her and she bounced up and down upon it, and then it happened. Her eyes make contact with the big doe eyes bimbo on the other end; suddenly Deandra’s memories come flooding back to her. She remembers everything about who she is and was and she struggles to regain control of herself, but with each thrust of her new found Masters cock a fog begins drifting back down upon her until who she was faded away forever as she cumms violently around his cock spasming until there is nothing left of her, nothing but a cock slut slave. Tessa watched the screen as she sees another girl crawl up to her boss and sees the girl start sucking her bosses cock which turns her on all the more. A second cock enters her pussy as she giggles around the cock in her mouth. She watches as the girl on the screen climbs up onto the bosses cock and begins humping hard against it, and looks toward the screen and their eyes make contact. Flash, Tanner remembers everything that happened to him and knows he is a guy. He struggles against the men who are holding him down and fucking him as he feels another cock enter his ass and begins pumping deep into him. He tries to cry out but can’t because of the cock in his mouth. As the cock in his ass and his new pussy continue pounding him, he starts crying knowing he is being raped against his will. Then it builds within him, the waves of pleasure start taking over, and he moans and begins thrusting back against the invading cocks, a pink fog begins filling his mind and numbers, math, history, his life as a basketball player begin disappearing. His climax builds as his vice presidency disappears and soon the name Tanner fades from his brain, he cums hard and who he was is gone forever. Tessa giggles and opens her eyes and licks her lips. “That was like very yummy!” The once intelligent, popular, and successful Tanner is no more. A man who once had all the talent in the world, and could get with any woman he wanted was now Tessa, a dimwitted bimbo who was only serviceable at servant like roles, except sex. The only thing she was good at, and cared about was getting fucked by guys. In his last life, he was putting his cock into any woman he desired. But now, as Tessa, he was taking any cock that wanted her pussy. The former vice president of a large corporation was now a ditzy blonde stripper, who works as a hooker on the side. The highest aspiration Tessa could now hope, or even wanted, is to become a pornstar, which she and Deandra both eventually ended up doing. Her only talent was sucking dick and spreading her legs, but she didn’t seem to mind. Deandra was once an intelligent person in her own right, also strong-willed and tough. But, all those traits were gone, as her own spell had not only affected Tanner but herself, too. Deandra’s strong will was gone, as she literally could not resist any man who wanted her. Deandra was throwing herself at as many men as possible, earning her a reputation as the town whore, even more so than Tessa. But unlike Tessa, she didn’t seem to enjoy it nearly as much. Whereas Tessa wants the sex and craves it, Deandra pursues it in an almost robotic-like way, as if it is all she knows how to do. Every man is considered her master. Both Deandra and Tessa are stuck in slut roles, permanently. As the years pass they age up until they hit 50, then they revert back to their 20’s, resulting in a never-ending cycle of life as sluts. And in a strange turn of events, Kelsey is also affected, as the former communication corporation is now a porn studio. Kelsey ends up doing porn scenes with the women that used to be her sister and her rapist. But due to the spell, none of them know it, as their old identities were completely erased. All Kelsey sees now is two dumb, plastic looking bimbos.

THREEWAY CALLING Amy King had just started college and a new job. She had led a very sheltered life before college, since her high school was girls-only and she didn’t have much of a social life. Her father was a contractor and had done some building repairs for a group that prepared fossils and artifacts and built exhibits for museums and was able to get her an interview. Wanting to study anthropology, Amy was thrilled to have the opportunity, but was disappointed when she found herself in an extremely dull position behind a desk entering credit card charges into a computer program and ordering office supplies for her jerk of a boss. There was nothing to the job, so she wound up roaming the Internet most of the time, watching movies and fantasizing about a fuck buddy she had picked up at a party at the beginning of the semester. She may have been sheltered and introverted when she walked in the door of that party, but that all changed, almost from the moment that she had met Ben… Ben was, in one word, a perv. He was a perv who knew how to light her fire. There was nothing serious about their relationship; they never really talked, unless it was to beg for more, and no one really knew about them, which was fine. Neither of them was interested in dating the other, or anyone, and only found excitement when they heard about each other’s outside sexual escapades. She had quite a few fantasies that she fully intended on fulfilling by the time she left college. She wanted to have a threesome with another girl, and one with two guys. She wanted to be tied up and left naked to be ravished at her keeper’s pleasure. She wanted to be surprised by a glory hole. She wanted to be pressed up to a cold tile wall by a stranger in the bathroom of a ratty bar. More than anything, she wanted to be caught doing something naughty and then ferociously fucked by the person who caught her. The fantasies that weren’t starring Ben were often starring one of the guys that worked on the projects downstairs: a handsome artist named Joe. On one particularly boring day at work, Amy found herself to be particularly horny. The workers downstairs were working on creating a dolphin exhibit for a nearby museum and her manager would be shut up in the office all day with the boss and a prospective client. She didn’t feel like roaming around online and had left her homework at the dorm. She decided to text Ben and see what kind of entertainment he could provide… A: wuts the kinkiest thing uv evr done? B: hey sexy. fucking a tranny high off my ass on mescaline in a forrest is gotta be up there. A: o my :p so if u culd be here with me right now with me wut wuld u do? B: I wuld insert myself firmly into that godly pussy of yours. A: come on stud. im bored. im horny. im alone. inspire me ;) B: I wuld shove u up against the wall and hold your arms above your head Now this was going somewhere. B: id suck on ur neck and shove my leg between yours. id bite down as you grind your pussy on my thigh and begin to stoke my cock. She could feel her pussy getting wet. She couldn’t wait to act this out with Ben when she got off work. B: I throw u on2 the bed and pull u on top of me, raking my nails down ur back as u ride me like a bronco She was ready to go, so she set the office line to voicemail, left a sticky note on the manager’s chair saying that she was out to lunch, and brought her cell with her to the bathroom. She didn’t have to worry about being interrupted. The boss’ office had it’s own private bathroom for the people in the meeting. The downstairs workers had their own bathroom too, and rarely came upstairs anyway. She straddled the toilet in one of the stalls and pulled her skirt back so that she could slide her panties to the side, and slowly slipped her finger in her slit. With her other hand, she held up her phone to keep reading. B: I start rubbing ur clit and pinching ur tits. as u begin 2 climax u lean forward and I start sucking ur nipples while u bite down on my neck. after u cum I flip u ovr and fuck u up the ass as hard as I can Amy began slowly circling her clit, spreading her juices and getting herself wound up before the big show. Before long, she was thrusting her hand into herself, biting her bottom lip and struggling to keep her eyes open so she could finish Ben’s story. She was breathing heavily and was too distracted to notice the bathroom door swinging open. She thought that maybe she should take a picture of herself to send to Ben, or maybe take a video. She was too distracted to even see an eye peek inside the stall door that she had neglected to lock. Maybe she should call him up so he could hear her moaning while her hand slapped in and out of her wet pussy. She was far too distracted to hear the intruder creep back to the door and bolt it shut. B: I reach around and rub ur clit until ur screaming and then I cum deep inside u… Amy dropped her phone as the stall door slammed open and Joe pulled her upright. He slammed her up against the wall and grinned wildly, as if he was seeing Amy properly for the first time. He looked up and down her body before roughly pulling her light pink blouse over her head. He kept it around her wrists to restrain her and bunched her skirt up, tucking it into the side of her underwear as he got on his knees. He lifted her right leg over his shoulder and gently kissed up her inner thigh. He looked up at her before he reached the top and ran his hands up the back of her legs, eventually squeezing her ass. He expected her to look scared, or at least apprehensive, but she pursed her lips mischievously and he was filled with hunger. He dove in, tongue first, devouring her pussy. He licked quickly then slowly then quickly again, shoving his finger up her hole. She writhed on top of his face for what seemed like hours, clenching her jaw and breathing heavily through her nose so that she wouldn’t scream and alert her boss. Joe had a thought and surprised her again, lifting his other hand and slowly sinking a finger in her asshole. She jumped a little and shivered. He stopped moving, just holding her there until she settled down. Then he started up again at full force, pounding each of her holes with his hands and running his tongue up and down her slit and sucking on her clit. Amy was breathing more and more heavily, and soon felt herself swell. She came violently; her whole body trembled as her juices sprayed all over Ben. No, not Ben. Joe. Ben wasn’t here right now, except in her mind. Joe was rock hard. He stood up quickly and spun her around. He pushed her down to the floor and bent her over the toilet, tying her to the pipes with her shirt, and left. She was thrilled. It was like her darkest dreams were coming true. Her one worry was that he would leave her there without giving her more. All concern for her job was gone. She couldn’t care less if her boss walked in right now to see her ass in the air. All she wanted was more. She looked down at her phone, cracked from falling on the floor, reflecting her shining face. Soon enough, the door swung open again. She heard the bolt click, but this time two sets of shoes walked towards her. She looked up to see Joe’s best friend and co-worker, Brad, looking down at her in wonder. She’d never paid Brad much attention before, but now she saw him plainly, and wanted nothing more than to “know” him better. Joe untied her and pulled off her shoes, throwing them and her shirt across the floor. He tore off her skirt and her now drenched thong. Then he quickly stripped and laid down on the floor, pulling Amy on top of him. He spit in his hand, smiling up at her, and stroked his bare cock before thrusting it inside of her. She gasped and whimpered. He began pumping into her. His hands gripped her hips and she placed her own on either side of his head. In and out, first slowly and gently, then faster and harder. She looked up as Brad walked around to watch her tits bouncing up and down with every thrust. She gazed into his eyes, pleading for him. She let her eyes wander and fixed them on the bulge in his pants. Joe stretched Amy’s pussy with his throbbing cock and groaned. Brad couldn’t take it anymore and stripped down. Amy raised her torso, sitting upright on Joe, and reached out for Brad. He stepped forward, still tentative but excited, and closed his eyes with a sigh as he felt Amy’s lips wrap around him. Her head bobbed back and forth as her body was lifted up and dropped down. She grabbed Brad’s leg and moaned. She had no intention of letting him finish this way. She wanted him somewhere else. She took one last lick and pulled back. She put her hand on Joe’s chest and spoke for the first time. “Wait.” Both Brad and Joe’s eyes snapped open. She stroked Joe’s face and looked up at Brad. She smiled at him and pressed herself down again on Joe’s chest. Brad had never thought seriously about having a threesome before. Not this kind, at least. He’d definitely fantasized about two girls before, but when he really thought about it, it seemed like a lot of work. It was probably a lot more awkward than what he saw on his favorite websites. He’d never thought about two guys and a girl though, but the way Amy was laid out with her ass sticking in the air, practically begging for him, he didn’t even give it a second thought. He circled Amy again and got down on one knee. He placed one hand on her waist and used the other to align himself, lubed up with Amy’s saliva, and thrust himself into her. Joe and Brad pumped in and out of her. It was awkward at first, but soon they were moving in time. The feeling of having both of her holes filled exhilarated Amy. As she arched back against Brad, Joe tilted his head up to suck on her breasts. She moaned and then inhaled sharply as Brad bit down on her neck. The sounds of slapping and moaning and panting echoed against the tiles. The boys started thrusting with fervor, more and more quickly. Brad let out an animalistic growl and pulled Amy back towards him, his hand wrapped around her throat. He reached his other hand around her waist and used his finger to quickly rub her clit. Joe ran his hands up and down her thighs, leaving red trails from his nails in their wake. Amy reached back and held onto Brad as the three rocked in unison, and found it more and more difficult to remain quiet. As Joe gave one final massive thrust into her, using all of the energy he had left, Amy cried out. The two came together and Amy collapsed. Brad thrust into Amy from behind, faster and faster, grunting as Amy finally let out a scream of pleasure. He wasn’t ready yet; he wanted more and he wanted her to cum one more time. He did all he could to hold himself back and pulled out of her and stood up. He pulled her up and faced her towards him. He kissed her roughly as he pushed her back to the sink. As she leaned back, Amy saw Joe slide back and sit against the wall, his chest shining with sweat and rising and falling as he panted after all the exercise. He winked at her and looked back up at Brad. Brad stared down at her and dove into her, driving in and out of her pussy. He did all that he could to go slowly, and pressed his thumb again on Amy’s jelly bean, her sugar plum, her… love button. He smiled and thought of all the ridiculous words for the clit that he’d heard. The only word that fit Amy was “jewel.” He shone it with his thumb and finally came. He hoped she was on the pill, but it was too late now. Amy felt herself get filled with his semen and barely gave it a thought. She could only smile and grab onto the sink as Brad pulled out and pushed his fingers into her until she came once more. When they were finished Brad leaned against Amy. She ran her fingers through his hair as Joe finished getting dressed in the background. Without a word, Brad stepped back to clean himself up and get his clothes together. Amy did the same and walked over to the door. Brad smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek before he walked out. Joe gave her a gentle nudge on the shoulder. “Let’s do this again sometime,” he said with a wink, and strode proudly out the door. Amy poked her head out the door, and all of a sudden remembered where she was. Her boss must have heard them. The walls weren’t very thick. She snuck around the office and found a note on her desk. She exhaled with relief as she read that the meeting had been moved to a restaurant and that they wouldn’t be back for a few hours. She walked back down the hallway and pressed her ear to the door to the staircase that separated the office from the workroom downstairs to make sure that Brad and Joe were gone. She swung the bathroom door open again and found her cell phone. She lifted it to her ear to see if it was still working. “I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Ben said, having heard Amy pick up the phone. “What did you think?” “You,” Ben laughed, “are a bad, bad girl. I was expecting a dirty phone call, but that was a surprise.” “It surprised me too,” Amy said with a smirk. “I can’t wait to see you tonight. Maybe we can go to a bar to find a friend.” Ben couldn’t believe he had found someone like her. “We’ll have a little reenactment.”

Tanner to Tessa Deandra Robinson watched the man cross the busy street. She had seen him before when he came to take out her sister, Kelsey. He was a tall and athletic looking man after having played basketball in college. He had even made the All-American team because of his quick decision-making ability, which lead him to a very successful career as a Corporate Executive. He was smart, funny and just about everything a girl could want in a man. So when he had asked Kelsey out, all she did was gush over him. Kelsey had told her sister how excited she was to be going out with Tanner Mackenzie, the vice president of a very prestigious communications company in downtown Manhattan. Kelsey worked for the same company as a secretary on the fourth floor. She was a slim, but curvy girl who had barely graduated from a local college. She stood about 5' 8" and had long flowing brown hair, blue eyes and a sparkling smile that would catch any man’s eye. Deandra was almost jealous of her very buxom sister if it wasn't for the fact that her sister was about as bright as the new moon, at times. She was very good at typing and taking notes and filing, but she would have better been suited as a model. In fact, Deandra had often told Kelsey to put a portfolio together and try to break into the world of fashion. So when she called Deandra and told her all about Tanner, Deandra the older of the two just simply smiled and listened as Kelsey rattled on and on about how handsome he was, and that he was picking her up in a limousine and that they were going to a ballet and dinner and how she needed a new dress because she just didn't have anything to wear. So loving her sister as much as she did, she arranged for a dress to be delivered to her. Deandra was an average looking girl herself. But what she lacked in looks she made up for in talent and design. She had started her own fashion designing business and was very successful at it. She did not mind helping her sister out and had almost arranged for a very nice cocktail gown sent to her sister's apartment. After her phone call, she pulled at her computer and began googling mister Mackenzie. It seemed he was an eligible bachelor. A little too eligible, because she found picture after picture of him on the internet with almost a new girl on his arm every time she clicked on the picture. This set off her warning bells and so she decided to deliver the dress herself to warn her sister and let her know that it was possible the man she was going out with changed women like he changed underwear. She arrived at Kelsey's apartment, about three hours before the date, with the dress and a bottle of wine. She knew her sister would maybe have a single glass before her date but Deandra would drink the rest while waiting patiently for Kelsey to come home. She had made an oath to her mother to watch out for her sister in the big city and that is exactly what she would do. They chatted and gossiped about life in general while Kelsey got ready for her date. Deandra explained everything she had seen and found on Tanner Mackenzie, but all she got from her sister was a bunch of giggles and being called an old fuddie duddie. So she sighed and simply asked Kelsey to call her if she needed her and let her know that she would be waiting for her at the apartment when the date was done. When he arrived at the apartment, He was dressed in a very nice pin stripped suit. Deandra had let him in and gave him a good talk about how he wanted him to treat her sister. He seemed very nice but something about his smile told her this man was trouble with a capital T. Deandra warned him in advance that she was very protective of her sister and she just didn’t know how she might react if he hurt her in any way. He simply nodded to her and said she was in the hands of a Man who knew how to treat a girl like Kelsey. Something in his tone set off another warning bell. But before she could say anything else her sister came out of the bedroom. She was beautiful in the long black dress with the V cut neck that barely allowed her breasts to peek out at the edges. She looked so good in the dress that Deandra automatically regretted her choice but it was simply too late to make a change. Tanner let out a wolf whistle and then reached out and kissed her small delicate hand as he guided her out of the door of the apartment. Deandra slept horribly, waiting for her sister to come home and when she woke up in the morning at the sound of the apartment door opening she jumped out of the bed startled. What met her eyes caused her to burst into tears. Kelsey stood in the doorway trembling and her lower lip barred the signs of abuse. Her dress was slightly torn as she slid down to the floor, her sister rushing to her and pulling her up into a hug. “He raped me,” she cried, “and told me if I valued my job I shouldn’t tell a soul, not even you.” The girls sat together for hours and sobbed. Deandra lifted her face with her palms softly and said, “Don’t worry, I will make him pay, I promise when I’m done with him, no one will ever know there was ever a Tanner Mackenzie.” So now she sat watching him cross the street with his smug strutting grace. Deandra had sworn she would never do what she was about to do, but she would not let him rape another girl ever and even though she knew there were consequences to her actions it didn’t matter, she would get revenge for what he had done to her sister. She pulled her fingers up and began making symbols in the air as she looked at Tanner, with venom in her eyes. Deandra’s family had come from Italy almost two centuries before the present date. Her Great-Great Grandmother had come from a family of witches. She too had pitch black hair. Her Grandmother was the same, as was her mother. The family had only passed down their skills from raven-haired daughter to the next. Their magic was only supposed to be used for good as using it for personal gain meant that the effects would come back upon the caster three-fold. Deandra knew the consequences, but her spite and anger controlled her. She chanted in some forgotten language as she kept focused on Tanner and sweat began pouring from her forehead until she made the last sign and lightning cracked across the sky and landed near them both one arch reaching out and touching Scott upon his forehead and another, striking Deandra upon the chest. She saw him fall to the ground and it was the last thing she saw before she blacked out in her idling car. “Hey buddy, are you ok?,” were the first words Tanner heard when his eyes opened. His head felt as if a Mack truck had driven over it. He could feel the blood surging through his veins and a tingling throughout his entire body. He sat up and gathered his senses as a ringing echoed through his ears. “Yeah, think so,” he said and got himself up off the ground with some help from the stranger. “Well you better go to the doctor and get looked at,” said the stranger. He glanced at his watch and realized he was going to be late for his board meeting. “No, I think I’m ok I’ll go a bit later, but thanks for your concern,” and headed toward the building in front of him. Tanner jumped into the first elevator that opened and watched the door close, as he felt a shiver run through him. He stood there listening to the music, a new pop song being sung by a female artist about boys. Normally not his kind of music but he found himself humming along to the tune. As he stepped off the elevator he brushed his long blond hair out of his eyes and stepped toward the boardroom. It didn’t even register to him that when he got on the elevator he had a formal business cut hairstyle with dark brown hair, his changes had begun. In the car, Deandra sat up at the sound of the traffic outside her window. She was unsure what had just happened, but knew her spell was in place. She chewed on her lower lip remembering what her mother had told her about three-fold, but had a plan for that as she put the car in drive and pulled out in traffic and headed toward the Hamptons where she knew her mother was living. She looked up into the rearview mirror and shook her shoulder length blonde hair and let it come to rest upon her shoulders. She turned on the radio and instead of the station she normally listened to of classical music, I touch myself came pouring through the speakers as she started singing along. She had forgotten that just before the spell, she had pitch black hair. Tanner walked toward the board room his confidence coming back as he walked. He didn’t notice that his hips had begun to sway a bit as the tune of the elevator seemed to bounce around his brain and he began humming the song. His hips seemed to be shifting as he moved and his business trousers began moving and changing with each step. Soon, they had shifted about and become a short skirt which allowed his buttocks to peek out just below the hem. His buttocks had filled out and become toned and well-rounded, the perfect heart-shaped behind. His boxers shifted as well and moved becoming a thing g-string thong which ran up between his full ass cheeks. The second part of his change had become complete even though those around him seemed oblivious to how ridiculous he looked with his hairy legs, black socks, and business shoes. Deandra took the next on ramp as she headed on the main interstate. She didn’t even notice as her long business skirt shifted and slid up her legs and changed into a black leather mini skirt. She also didn’t notice as her hips expanded more from their current small width to hips that a porn star would die for, with a full bottom that was barely covered by the leather skirt. If she hadn’t been affected by the spell she would have also realized that instead of the granny panties she normally wore, she was now naked under the skirt and her legs spread slightly giving the world full view of her hairless pussy. But none would see just yet because she was still concealed within her car. Tanner walked into the board room, sashaying to his chair with a sway of his hips. The others in the board room smiled and said hello as he opened his computer to start checking his emails. The other members of the board still had not arrived and he was relieved that he was not too late. He began skimming through his email which was full of reports and charts. He glanced over as the door opened and a tall handsome man entered the room. Tanner’s eyes looked him over and he found himself gazing at the man’s crotch and then he quickly averted his eyes back to his emails and clicked on the first one that contained coupons for Macy’s department store, they were having a shoe sale and Tanner couldn’t wait till the meeting was going to be over so he could go see if those high heels he had wanted were going to be on sale, too! His long legs pushed down toward the floor and became hairless and smooth his thighs filling out and brushing against one another as he gently rocked his hips back and forth upon the seat. His calves becoming smooth and sleek as his socks snaked their way up to his thighs and changed into thigh high stockings with lace at the top, his shoes shifting and becoming red opened toe stilettos as his feet shrunk with the changing shoes and his tendons moved and changed. He would find it very difficult to walk now without at least six inch heels on. Deandra set the car on cruise control and sang along to Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off as she swayed back and forth to the song dancing in her seat. Her thighs began filling out and her stocking shifted and changed becoming fish nets hooking to the new garter that formed on her new thick hips. Her small black flat shoes began morphing and moving up her legs changing into a pair of above the knee black leather boots, the heels extending to six inches. Her mind going over thoughts of getting to her mother’s house began to fog slightly and shift as she took the next off-ramp and turned her car toward her office instead, she had some orders for dresses she needed to worry about, forgetting any reason for needing to reach her mother. She checked her cell looking at her orders in her email and clicking on one she realized she was supposed to meet with a client later that day. Tanner listened to the board meeting, but began having trouble concentrating on what was being said. They were using big, boring words like tele..telecumm..mmmm cumm now that was a word he liked as he turned his attention back to the men in the boardroom. He licked his lips as he felt a stirring in his crotch which was growing warm. He couldn’t feel anything other than the warmth as his once proud phallus began shrinking and sliding up toward his pelvis, his balls shifting and sliding up inside the cavities whence they had dropped when he was a young man. His sack began pulling up tight to his body and smoothed out a small slit forming as his cock adjusted and shrank turning into a nice small clitoris. She began to get moist thinking about the cocks surrounding her in the boardroom as she stared out the window. Deandra pulled into the parking lot that once had the sign Deandra’s Fashions high above it but now read Deandra’s Escorts. She parked in her spot and walked inside feeling the breeze drift over her bare pussy which had expanded slightly with full pouting lips and a moist heat that radiated through her as she swayed up the stairs to her office her butt protruding out behind her. Her office had a new client waiting for her as she walked in the door. The strong-looking man eyeing her as she moved around her desk and set upon the edge spreading her legs enough to grab his eyes attention and draw his view to her wet exposed pussy lips. It was a subtle change in her attitude toward men as her eyes drifted to his crotch and licked her lips. Tanner’s attention was drawn back to the room from the window as one of the men spoke to her. “Tessa, are you paying attention?” the man asked her. She giggled and said, “Yes Sir,” as she turned in her seat. Her waist narrowing as she looked up into his wonderfully attractive eyes. She felt a slight pinch from her belly button ring as she sat back a bit. Her business coat had dissolved and her white-collar business shirt began changing and moving about her. The tank top muscle undershirt adjusted and become a black 38DD bra with lace fringe as her chest began to pillow and expand filling each cup perfectly then pushing just a bit more out. Her breasts firm and supple as her aureole expanded and became a darker brown until they were about 3 inches in diameter and her nipples thickened and pushed out into each cup and increased in sensitivity. She giggled as her breasts swayed and her nipples hardened. Her business shirt began changing into mid length top allowing her belly to be open for all to see the collar shifting and turning as it became a tie that tied just behind her neck. Words in rhinestone appeared on the front that read Tessa. Deandra sat at the edge of her desk as she looked at the man in front of her. A fog descended on her and she began thinking about just how big his cock must be in his pants, as the two bells in her pierced navel rang out as her business top shifted and became a leather halter top. Her breast began expanding becoming 44 DD tits that fought to stay enclosed in the halter that allowed her nipples to be exposed, pushing through for all to see. A small gold chain was attached to her nipple rings and a new chain slid up to her throat where a collar had appeared around her small neck. The words slut appears upon the collar in stainless steel bold lettering. As she gazed down at the handsome man she could only think of as Master. Tessa’s shoulders became small as her entire body continued shrinking. As Tanner, she stood a solid 6 foot 5 inches, but as Tessa, she had shrunk to a small size of just 4 foot 11 inches. Her Adams apple disappeared as her throat became small and slim. Her hair finished lengthening to just above her ass. Tessa smiled at the all the strong board room members as a fog went through her brain yet again and her eyes refocusing as her face softened and her eyes became big and doe-eyed. Her once strong nose becoming a small cute button on her face as her cheeks moved up giving her high cheekbones with a smooth definition. Her eyelashes lengthened and mascara appeared upon them her eyelids with a soft silver make up that sparkled in the light. Her lips becoming soft and sensuous filling and becoming large with the perfect little “O” in the middle that screamed Dick Sucking Lips. She licked her lips and slowly she rose from the chair as she turned to her once business computer that had changed to a pink shelled laptop. Deandra’s eyes grew heavy with exaggerated makeup that was dark. Her lips blossoming out and becoming full and thick covered in a deep red lipstick. Her blush was a bit heavy but she now liked wearing her makeup style that matched her namesake on her collar, slut. Her tomboyish face also changed shape, to the face with a dirty, promiscuous look to it that would make any pornstar envious. The Man rises from his chair and moves around to the other side of the desk and sits in the chair. The sign that was high above the building now read McDavish Porn Industries. Deandra could feel the tongue stud in her mouth as she reached out and licked her lips slow and sensuously. Mr. McDavish looked at the girl before him as he looked over her slutty form. “we should have a live feed momentarily from the girl we sent over to Thomas Communications girl,” he said with confidence. “They paid a good amount of money for their entertainment.” Deandra just moaned as her pussy juices dripped from her swollen lips and slid to the floor crawling to her Master. She felt her pigtailed hair brush the side of the desk as she moved slowly toward the object of her desire, the large bulge in the pants of her Master. Tessa moved with grace as she turned her monitor toward the men in the boardroom and giggled. “Can any of you smart guys help me with my computer,” she said with a pout upon her red glossed lips. “I am like sooo confused by these thingies and my boss like wants to see the show.” The president of the company stood up and moved to the computer and clicked the live feed button as the computer connected to the other end. A small picture of McDavish appeared in the corner and Tessa jumped up and down clapping her hands giggling. “Oh! Goodie!” she cried out as her breasts bounced about her. “She is like ready to start, boss, teehee,” she said as she started climbing upon the table seductively and rested upon her small hands with her hips pushed up in the air. The men in the room quickly undressed and climbed upon the table as she licked her lips knowing that her aching holes would soon be filled by all the wonderful cocks surrounding her. Soon her skirt was pushed up over her hips and a cock was thrusting in and out of her pussy as she moaned around the cock that was now deep in her mouth and throat. She looked at the computer monitor with her big doe eyes which were filled with lust and desire. Out of the corner of the screen, she could see her Boss now stroking his cock while watching from the other end of the live feed. The slut eyed her Master’s cock as he pulled it out and began stroking it. She crawled forward and down upon her knees started licking his balls slowly until her tongue reached the top of his shaft and she couldn’t hold back anymore and began deep throating the cock allowing it to slide down her empty throat. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth as she caught sight of the large screen on her Master’s computer. She climbed up watching the blond bimbo on the other end getting fucked hard by the men in the room. She then turned and impaled her hot cunt upon his shaft. She cried out in ecstasy as he continued pushing his cock into her and she bounced up and down upon it, and then it happened. Her eyes make contact with the big doe eyes bimbo on the other end; suddenly Deandra’s memories come flooding back to her. She remembers everything about who she is and was and she struggles to regain control of herself, but with each thrust of her new found Masters cock a fog begins drifting back down upon her until who she was faded away forever as she cumms violently around his cock spasming until there is nothing left of her, nothing but a cock slut slave. Tessa watched the screen as she sees another girl crawl up to her boss and sees the girl start sucking her bosses cock which turns her on all the more. A second cock enters her pussy as she giggles around the cock in her mouth. She watches as the girl on the screen climbs up onto the bosses cock and begins humping hard against it, and looks toward the screen and their eyes make contact. Flash, Tanner remembers everything that happened to him and knows he is a guy. He struggles against the men who are holding him down and fucking him as he feels another cock enter his ass and begins pumping deep into him. He tries to cry out but can’t because of the cock in his mouth. As the cock in his ass and his new pussy continue pounding him, he starts crying knowing he is being raped against his will. Then it builds within him, the waves of pleasure start taking over, and he moans and begins thrusting back against the invading cocks, a pink fog begins filling his mind and numbers, math, history, his life as a basketball player begin disappearing. His climax builds as his vice presidency disappears and soon the name Tanner fades from his brain, he cums hard and who he was is gone forever. Tessa giggles and opens her eyes and licks her lips. “That was like very yummy!” The once intelligent, popular, and successful Tanner is no more. A man who once had all the talent in the world, and could get with any woman he wanted was now Tessa, a dimwitted bimbo who was only serviceable at servant like roles, except sex. The only thing she was good at, and cared about was getting fucked by guys. In his last life, he was putting his cock into any woman he desired. But now, as Tessa, he was taking any cock that wanted her pussy. The former vice president of a large corporation was now a ditzy blonde stripper, who works as a hooker on the side. The highest aspiration Tessa could now hope, or even wanted, is to become a pornstar, which she and Deandra both eventually ended up doing. Her only talent was sucking dick and spreading her legs, but she didn’t seem to mind. Deandra was once an intelligent person in her own right, also strong-willed and tough. But, all those traits were gone, as her own spell had not only affected Tanner but herself, too. Deandra’s strong will was gone, as she literally could not resist any man who wanted her. Deandra was throwing herself at as many men as possible, earning her a reputation as the town whore, even more so than Tessa. But unlike Tessa, she didn’t seem to enjoy it nearly as much. Whereas Tessa wants the sex and craves it, Deandra pursues it in an almost robotic-like way, as if it is all she knows how to do. Every man is considered her master. Both Deandra and Tessa are stuck in slut roles, permanently. As the years pass they age up until they hit 50, then they revert back to their 20’s, resulting in a never-ending cycle of life as sluts. And in a strange turn of events, Kelsey is also affected, as the former communication corporation is now a porn studio. Kelsey ends up doing porn scenes with the women that used to be her sister and her rapist. But due to the spell, none of them know it, as their old identities were completely erased. All Kelsey sees now is two dumb, plastic looking bimbos.

When I made it back to the condo unit, I grabbed my purse and ran into the door, crying out in triumph when the lights came back on a few seconds later. Knowing I wouldn’t have a lot of time, I quickly grabbed up several thick towels from the bathroom and shoved them in the dryer along with Itch’s soaked t-shirt and cranked it on high. I ran back into the bedroom, retrieving a laundry basket we kept in the units for the guests and walked back into the living room. I turned the electric fireplace on low, just enough to warm the small area around it up, threw open the sliding glass door to let the stifling air escape and swap it with fresh air and then made a bee-line back to my car. As I pulled the cooler out of my trunk, Itch pulled up and quickly got out of the truck, his bag in his hand and I raced over to him and climbed into the truck, retrieving mama cat and a couple of the kittens. I handed them off to him, grabbed up the remaining four and hurried into the condo. “Over by the fireplace,” I said quietly as we made our way through and he carefully placed the family down on the floor. “There’s just my cooler, bag of clothes and my laptop in the trunk, can you go get, please?” He nodded as we both got up and as he slipped out the door, I grabbed the laundry basket and the warm towels from the dryer and headed over to the family. Making quick work of it, I set several of the towels into the basket then taking one of the warmed towels, I started drying off mama cat. The kittens meowed and moved around me as I worked as fast as I could, and when she was nothing more than damp, I set her in the basket and grabbed the nearest kitten. By the time Itch returned to me, four of the kittens had snuggled deep into the warm blankets and mama cat relaxed and stretched out, watching me intently with big green doll eyes. The kittens immediately went after her, taking in a late lunch and as I set the last kitten into the basket, Itch was behind me. He worked quickly and quietly as he pulled the various pins from my hair, releasing my soaking wet mop from the top of my head and with the last remaining warm towels, began to dry it as best as he could. “Well aren’t we a wet bunch of characters,” I said to mama and she meowed at me as she watched us. “We would have lost these guys if I hadn’t seen her.” “Like I said, beautiful, I wouldn’t have chanced going out there. But I’m glad you did, looks like a happy family reunited.” I took hold of his hands and he stood up behind me as I got up myself and when I turned to face him, I gave him a long hug. “Big balls, lady, you got some big balls.” “Thanks for helping.” I said into his ear and then as we broke the hug, our soaking wet clothes clung together and snapped back on us. We laughed as I stepped away from him, moving to get my clothes bag. “I’m sick of being wet, but I need to get warm in a hurry. Going in to take a shower, you jumping in, too?” Under normal circumstances, that would have opened the floodgates of extreme vulgarity from the man, but considering what we had just done, he simply nodded and moved to his bag. “Yeah, I’ll run into the next unit. No telling how long we’ve got before the power goes out again, we’ll lose what hot water we do have.” He slipped out of the door and let himself in the next in the blink of an eye as I made my way into the bathroom with my clothes. I turned on the water, getting it nice and warm before I slipped back out into the living room. I checked on the family one more time, most of the kittens were done eating and they were curled up sleeping with mama. I stroked her a few times as she softly meowed at me and when I heard her purring, I stood straight and walked into my hot shower with a smile. The shower was mind-blowing good, the shower head one that had different settings on it. I opted for the massaging setting and groaned as it began to beat on my already tender muscles. I was going to feel every inch of the rescue in the morning and as the last of the adrenaline was used up, I found myself sitting on the shower floor for a few moments, letting the water beat on my head. I stayed there for as long as I could and when I detected the slightest change in temperature, I stood up, shaved my legs, under arms and cunt, washed and conditioned my hair and made it out of the shower just as the water went cold. I dried off quickly and as I slipped into my comfy clothes, another pair of yoga pants and an oversized shirt with thick, warm socks, I headed out into the living room and my gut wrenched as I stepped in. I caught the scent of his cologne in the air and as I fought to keep my composure, I concentrated on each step as I walked up behind him as he stood the glass doors. I gazed on the tattoo again, the intricacy and detail was amazing and when I stepped up behind him to close the distance, he turned to face me. “Oh now that’s a sexy outfit,” He wolf-whistled and I swatted him with the towel I was using to dry my hair. “I think I like you without makeup.” “Don’t lie to me, asshole.” He laughed loud as I looked out the doors, noticing that the rain had stopped and the sun was actually threatening to break through the clouds. Living in the area that we do, we both had that sinking feeling that our rain problems were far from over. In normal times, the sun signaled the storms were over but for us, it just let us know it was going to heat things up, churn it good before the next round of storms moved through. For the next couple hours, we all settled in and got comfortable. As he cooked up the steaks, my stomach lurched from being empty and when we ate, we were afforded a long reprieve from the storms and we ate out on the deck, looking out over the lake. His radio went off and he answered as he put the last bite of steak in his mouth. A couple of trees fell close to the maintenance shed during the last round of storms and the office wanted him to check on it. As he gathered our plates, I followed him into the kitchen, asking if he wanted company. He looked out the window and growled, shaking his head at me as he grabbed his rain slicker. “No way, gorgeous, this next round is going to be bad and if I don’t hurry, I’ll get caught in it. No sense in both of us drowning.” “Your chivalry is boundless.” I giggled as he swatted my ass again. “Just be careful.” He nodded and slipped out of the condo and I made quick work of the dishes, getting the kitchen cleaned back up and I called the office to ask which office worker was in which unit, I would have to go clean them when we were allowed to leave. They read off the list to me and I shuddered violently when I realized that Itch and I were the only ones in the building they put us in. Either they knew we were going to fuck eventually or had already been fucking our brains out, it was odd to me that they put us in a building away from everyone else. Logic kicked in though, we were in that location when the lake broke its banks, and it would only stand to reason to keep their crew where they knew they were. Or was it? I fed mama cat a can of warmed tuna and made her a makeshift litter box from the cat litter I carry in my car for the winter before I slipped onto the couch, suddenly exhausted from my day. I stretched out long as I turned the TV back on, actually falling to sleep as it was reported that the worst of the storms would be later that night, after the sun went down. I don’t know how long I was asleep, I just know that when I first woke up, my exhausted body and brain wasn’t functioning right. There was a single light on in the condo in the kitchen, the TV turned off and the condo lit up by momentary brilliance as the quiet lightning in the distance fired off. I realized then that I was a little chilly and when I finally willed my arm to move, I noticed that my shirt was lifted high, exposing my tits. Upon further inspection, I realized that my pants had been slipped down my legs passed my knees and my legs were spread. I gasped when I saw a figure standing at my feet, looking down on me and when I caught a glimpse of Itch in the flashing light, part of me relaxed while another part went stone cold. Somehow in my deep sleep, he had managed to undress me enough to expose my body to him and when the lightning lit up the room again, my eyes dropped to his hardened cock, the imposing rod captured in his fisted hand which was slowly and easily stroking it. “Don’t move, whore,” his voice was thick was excitement as his other fisted hand rose. He threw what was in it on the coffee table, a bunch of twenties, a couple of fifties and to my shock, a couple of hundreds – well over what it would take to pay me off and my eyes shifted back to his as I relaxed back on the couch. “I’ve paid for tonight and well into the weekend, don’t think we are going anywhere. Your ass and cunt is mine.” I let a deep shudder erupt through my body as I moaned, the combination of watching him stroke his fuck meat and throwing cash at me was enough that I was instantly standing on the cliff of orgasmic bliss. Just one puff of a breeze would send me over the edge and I settled my eyes down on his cock to watch him, his hand still stroking it as if he were teasing himself. He gently reached down to stroke a bared thigh as he continued stroking himself, getting into it a bit more as his fist clamped down on it a little harder. He groaned as he let his hand slip up my thigh, across my hip and suddenly plunged between my legs, easily slipping three fingers back inside my cunt. I couldn’t help myself as I groaned long and threw my hips in the air, holding them high as he began fucking me with his fingers. It didn’t take long, the wet sounds of my cunt filled the room and he groaned himself as his fist worked faster and harder. “The things I’m going to do to you, whore. Four years of constant torture that you have done to me has been insane. Normally, I don’t pursue women this long, if they don’t show interest I let them go about their lives, but you,” he quickly increased the pressure on his hand that he was using on me, his fingers flying harder and deeper in me than before. I quickly came as he worked me over and as my back arched and I moaned loud, he picked up speed with his fingers, sending me deeper into my orgasm. “You fucking little whore, you’ve been the only one I’ve really wanted, I even stopped fucking my wife for a while.” His admission to holding out on his wife made my brain snap as he laughed when my orgasm sky rocketed me into the lower atmosphere. As I moaned and thrashed on the couch, I kept my eyes on his other hand, which had begun to pound on his meat with an intensity that I had never seen before. When my orgasm subsided, I crashed to the couch with a grunt and I laid still as he eased his hand away from me. My body was still throbbing heavily when I suddenly gasped loud, feeling myself getting picked up and thrown over a shoulder. As we made our way through the condo, I whimpered softly as I knew that he would do exactly as he said, Itch was never one to mince words. I quickly found myself flying in the air away from him, grunting loudly as my back in the mattress and I let out a hard gasp as his body fell on mine. With lightning speed, he lifted my shirt from me and grabbed my wrists before he hoisted them above me. Before I could defend myself, I found my wrists wrapped tightly in the bed sheets and when I tried to move my hands down, I wasn’t able to. In the pitch black darkness, I looked over my head, noticing quickly in the flashing light that he had managed to create my restraints from the flat sheet, which was stretched to its maximum and the other ends tied to the bed posts. As I studied the knot and began trying to work my hands free, I found his hands roughly yanking my pants completely off of me and again, with lightning speed, he tied one leg up and out away from me, the knot at my knee. I stopped concentrating on my hands and looked down as he grabbed my other leg and as he began moving it into position, I locked my knee and held still. I should have known that he would win as he forced my leg to bend and he secured it quickly with the other end of the sheet. Effectively tied down and spread out wide, he stood up and looked down at his handy work. He was good, I have to give him that, a little too good since he had tied me down from the side of the king sized bed and not long ways – there was nowhere I could go and surely, not a goddamn thing I could do to get out of it. He put his hands on his hips as he caught his breath, I had at least put up a good fight and his dark skin glistened when the lightning flashed. He said nothing to me for a while, gazing down at me like a hungry, rabid wolf and when he finally moved into position between my legs, I held my breath, waiting for whatever it was he had in store for me. I gasped and trembled hard enough to shake the bed as I watched his head lower between my legs and when his thick, soft tongue took a swipe of my cunt, I lost it and screamed. As he roughly grabbed my spread thighs with his hands, he settled into my cunt, eating it like he would never again have one in his mouth. As his lips closed around it, his tongue slipped up and down the entire length of my cunt, from the bottom of my slit to the top of my clit before he zoned into the bundle of hot nerves and began flicking it with his tongue at an amazing speed. I grunted and moaned, cried out hard as he bore down on it, hitting the sensitive spot with such determination and force that my body jerked with each lick. It was quickly becoming unbearable as I tried in vain to move my hips away from him, to which he answered by holding my thighs even harder on the bed. I begged him to stop, pleading with him that it was going to start hurting and still, he ignored me as he worked faster and harder. The sounds of his tongue working me over filled the room quickly as I tried in vain to thrash away from him, but when the floodgates opened and my orgasm threatened to break every bone in my body, I managed to shift my hips enough to push my clit further into his mouth, screaming out my bliss and his name as it took over my body. I gasped and heaved loudly as my hips rose off the bed and I blushed violently when I heard him chuckle, his mouth still locked on my clit, his tongue still thrashing at the exploding nerves. The vibrations of his chuckling did incredible things to me and I moaned as I pushed my hips further down, forcing his head deeper into my open thighs. He never broke contact as he continued thrashing at my clit and open cunt and when I felt his fingers first caress my ass and then slowly begin to push in, I froze and whimpered. He chuckled again as he pushed deeper, his tongue working faster and harder and I thought I would lose my mind from the sensations he was giving me. No doubt about it, the man knew how to eat pussy, mastered it and as his fingers began driving into my ass slow and easy, my hips lifted from the bed again and I wailed through my orgasm. His chuckling was driving me insane as he continued sucking and eating on me for so long, I couldn’t tell you when he finally stopped – just that I was already exhausted, covered in sweat and had so many orgasms, I lost count. When he finally released his mouth from my cunt and stood up, I laid there still and weak, unable to do much of anything when I felt him release my legs if only for a moment. I had just enough time to catch my breath before I suddenly felt his hands grab my hips roughly and turn me over. I gasped as I felt him grab my ankles and again tie them down as I tried to ease the tension in my shoulders and upper arms since they were crossed above me. With my legs secured, he lifted my hips off of the bed and without saying a word – he plunged his cock as far as he could into my cunt. He grunted loud as he was momentarily stopped, a good part of that being how many orgasms he had given me with his mouth. My eyes widened when I felt the thickness of his fuck meat, if he was only half-way in and already I was stretched, how thick was it towards the base?? I whimpered as I felt him pull out and grunted as he pushed back in – this time only gaining a couple more inches. “Fucking tight whore,” I screamed as I felt his hand suddenly connect on my ass and he pulled out and pushed in again. “I knew you would be, but wasn’t expecting this.” He spent several minutes working his cock into me and when I finally felt him push the rest of the way in, I felt my cunt let go and I gushed all over him as I came again. He growled as he spanked me again, listening to him grunt softer as my cunt muscles contracted repeatedly around him. He stayed motionless as I continued to cum and when my orgasm subsided, he grabbed an even tighter hold of my hips and began pounding into me like a jackhammer. His cock always impressed me when I saw it, long and amazingly thick and I knew if it ever slipped into my cunt, I’d be in trouble. He grunted and growled loud as he pushed repeatedly into me with the force that jerked the headboard against the wall, causing it to crack loudly. I came again in a hard gush, his hands grabbing an even tighter hold and he slowed down his thrusts, making sure that I could feel every exquisite inch as my cunt gripped him tighter and tighter. He fucked me on all fours until I was again exhausted, my body now frapped to the limit and I was weakly begging him to stop. I heard him gasp as I came on him again, my cunt now so sloppy wet that I could hear my juices churning. I blushed, even in the darkness at that revelation, I had never gotten that wet before. He seemed to sense it as he chuckled and bore down on me harder and faster, his hand again connecting with my ass. “C’mon, you fucking whore,” He spanked me again and I cried out. “C’mon and cum all over me. You love my cock, I can feel it.” I moaned deep as my cunt tightened and he grunted as he fucked faster. “That’s it, you cock loving whore, cum. . .” he grunted loud as my cunt tightened further. I shook my head and whimpered, there was no way I had one more orgasm in me, even as I felt it building in my guts. I shuddered hard and as my cunt contracted, he growled deep and pounded me into another body breaking orgasm. I whimpered weakly as my entire body contracted with my cunt, his laughing now filling the room as I gave up the fight and collapsed heavily on the bed. With my body now lax, it seemed to fuel him on even more and I whimpered as he continued driving into me, with even more force than before. I realized then that he had not blown his load yet and I weakly whimpered again, remembering that he warned me that once he sunk into tight, wet cunt, he was like a dog knotted. I never prayed for a good hard fucking to end before, but it was then that I caught myself begging quietly in my mind for it to end, even though I truly did love his cock and how each inch was pure heaven and hell. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my body and him, feeling his strong hips connect loudly against my ass. I noticed how his cock felt buried deep, just out of reach of my pain point and knowing that if he just took a step forward, he would hit it repeatedly. A passing thought had entered my mind just as my body reacted to yet another powerful orgasm – my Itch could easily fuck the very life out of me and while I had always harbored the fantasy that D would be the one to do that, I was quickly beginning to accept that my Itch would beat him to it. It was then that I felt him jerk heavily and blow his white hot load into me, grunting loudly each time his cock jumped in my now well used cunt. I thanked the Gods for the small favor that he was done as I felt each explosion fill me and by the time he had finished, I was done in. When he pulled from me several minutes later and released my hips, my weak body hit the bed heavily. I stayed there quietly as he released me from the bed sheets and as I slipped to sleep, I realized there were still many more hours left in the evening and that he had been right – this was only the beginning.

You don’t know me – yet, this is my first story posted. Over time you’ll find out that while I am a female, I can be just as sexually deviant at the most experienced male, but for now, I want to start you off slow and easy. Everyone has that one person that enters their life and suddenly, all reason, all rhyme flies out the window and you become another person entirely. One that’s driven by desire and a deep seated need that leaves us exhausted and ready to snap. Sometimes, we get pissy and gritchy, nothing pleases us and nothing satisfies that deep, gnawing craving that drives us to the brink of sanity. The amazing thing, nine times out of ten, it’s not the person we are with – a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife that does this to us, it’s a complete stranger and it ramps up the danger level several notches. Someone reading this right now has that very person in their life and it’s burning a hole right through them if they haven’t acted on their animalistic tendencies yet. So, sit back and relax (for a little bit) and let me tell you how I handled mine. I work at a resort as the head housecleaner, we have several dozen motel rooms, condos, houses and suites that my crew goes through and cleans top to bottom. We have a maintenance crew that I work with closely, a couple of the men are former construction workers, and we also have an electrician and a plumber and two gardeners that works the grounds, headed up by their leadman – my itch. Every day, I’m in contact with that crew as we always find something wrong with one of the units and it’s their job to fix the problem so the unit can be rented out. All the guys are fit, good looking men ranging from 20 to 45 and my itch, well my itch seriously puts the rest of them to shame. Not much taller than me at 5’6, he’s a mean looking Hispanic, but one that makes me drool and causes my cunt to open up and continuously drool when I get in this vicinity. He takes very good care of himself, buff, shaves his entire body including his head and always wears this amazing cologne that seems to linger well after he’s left. His eyes, bright and a hazy green is curtained with beautiful lashes, even some of my girls on my crew have talked about taking him to bed. I have to admit, I get mad when they talk about it, if anyone was going to bed that man it was going to be me one way or the other and I would do it long before the rest of them had their chance. He and I have always had that fun, bordering on a sexual harassment kind of relationship, which while I’m at it, I don’t believe in sexual harassment, not like everyone else anyway. If a guy notices what I’m wearing and tells me I look great, I’m taking the compliment and running with it, even if he’s busy trying to look down my shirt, I have great tits, I like to get noticed. He on the other hand, has gotten into trouble a couple of times for harassing some of the women in the offices and one of the girls on my crew and for a brief time, I was pissed about it because he was told to either straighten up or he would get fired. It changed him after that, he wouldn’t play with me when I was in a particularly frisky mood until one day when we were in a unit alone and after several moments of trying to get him to loosen up around me, I flashed him my tits. He loosened up around me after that, but would stay reserved with everyone else. I cornered the market with a ten second flash and our relationship finally relaxed and went back to the way it was before. What can I say, I’m a calculating bitch and I freely admit it and proud of it. As for me, well, not much can be said. I’ve been told I’m pretty but sometimes I don’t see it. I keep myself well dressed, always looking my best and I have a knack for putting on my makeup in such a way that gets me noticed. One of my best assets are my eyes, a deep green with light gold flecks and I use only the best colors to bring them out. My green and purple smoky cat eyes gets people noticing quickly. I’m only 5’4, overweight but healthy and I have a perfect set of 40DD tits that melts even the heart of stone and causes cocks to twitch and minds to whirl out of control with fantasies. My ass is always tight, partly because I have always held jobs that keeps me moving and on my feet for long hours, my hair is down to my waist and a deep mahogany. My itch tells me that I’m exotic looking. While this sounds like a decent package that I have, I’m divulging a secret, one that I was told by my handler (which you will meet in subsequent stories, stay with me folks) I would be allowed to reveal to you, my readers. I work hard for my money, let’s get that fact out in the open right now and I’m proud of that fact. Most women try to use their looks to get a foot up, I use my work ethics. But I have always harbored a secret fantasy, one that few know. If you want to fuck me, you have to pay me. There, it’s out. By day, I’m just a housekeeper with fifteen years management on my resume but if you want me in your bed, fork over the dough and smile about it. Now that we have established that piece of information, let me tell you what happened last year with my itch. We are located in an area that sees a lot of flooding in the early spring once the heavy rains set in. It’s a beautiful location really, mountains and trees, fields of swaying green grass and creeks but we are also nestled right against a lake that when the rains hit turns a part of our resort into a swamp. It has been suggested for years that we do something to fix it and when we attempt to, the Corps of Engineers tells us no, it would ruin the natural landscape. Bastards, it’s easy for them to say that, they don’t have to mess with the cleanup every year. Last year was particularly messy, almost twenty straight days of rain, coupled in with the occasional severe storm that would drop buckets of water on us. The resort hadn’t been open for the season that long, thankfully we didn’t have too many guests and they were all nestled up higher, nice and dry. On the rarest of occasions, the main road leading out of the resort would flood, causing all the crews and office personnel to become stranded, at which time the owners puts us up in various units throughout the resort at no charge to us, we are allowed to use all amenities and we stay however long it takes for the waters to recede. My itch and I are always the first two on the property in the mornings, I have to wade through the listing of reservations and those staying with us, those that are checking out that day and he has to get his trucks fueled and check on the list of repairs to the units that I give him. This particular morning was treacherous getting into work, the night before we had several severe storms that brought a couple of trees down and power lines to boot. When I woke up and saw the news, I double checked the bag that I always have in my car, a change of clothes for a few days, toiletries, spare makeup bag, etc. and a small cooler of food, potatoes, boxed dinners, frozen hamburger, chicken and all the fixings for my famous chicken enchiladas. I knew that if it I was going to get stuck at the resort, it would happen in the next day or so, the lake was already lapping at the top of its bank near us. I’ve learned to listen to my instincts and they were screaming at me the next few days were going to be dangerous. I was sitting at my desk writing out my work orders for my girls when he walked into the door. I immediately inhaled, something I do each and every time he does and filled my lungs with his cologne as he walked quietly over to me. I looked up at him as I lifted my coffee mug to take a sip of coffee, waving at him with one hand while I winked at him. “Morning, sunshine – glorious day isn’t it?” I wasn’t about to let the bad weather kill my mood, I was feeling particularly good that morning and nothing could bring me down. “I wouldn’t necessarily call it glorious, I got stuck out in the rain trying to get my wife’s car running, I told the bitch to put it in the garage last night, but she didn’t.” He pulled his rain slicker off over his head and I got a brief look at his belly and went weak, he had begun to carry a little extra weight there when he was forced to stop working out when he tore a muscle in his shoulder and his doctor ordered him to lay off the weights until it healed completely, but the remnants of a glorious eight pack was still there. And yes, the man is married, however they have an open marriage, they fuck who they want. “How was your drive in?” “Uneventful. Slow, but nothing happened. One of the creeks near me is about to blow its banks. If I can get out of here today, I’ll have to take the long way home.” It was then that a large clap of thunder followed by a blinding lightning flash lit up the office and shook the building and we were instantly in the dark as the power was lost. “Damn it.” We both reached for our cell phones to light up the area around us and I grabbed my address book. He walked over to the coffee and poured himself a mug before he slipped over to me as I flipped through my book and refilled mine. “Oooh, thank you, you are my god.” It was a statement that was true, I’ll give anyone the time of day if they have a pot of coffee in their hand. In the light of our phones, he gave me a seductive wink and my internal organs all went to goo. “Most of our guests won’t be doing much today, the rain is going to keep them indoors. We have four units that needs cleaned, they left before I got here. Screw this, I’m calling my crew off.” “You sure about that?” He sat on the desk and looked at my list in his phone light. “Positive, if the power stays off, we can’t clean those units anyway, they can hold until tomorrow.” I found the first housekeeper to call, I established a phone tree of sorts with them, I call her, she calls two, they call two and with one phone call, my crew is home safe and dry. I punched in her number and waited for her to pick up. “I can’t expect my girls to come in like this, you know that lake is going to go over the banks at the very earliest, today.” She picked up in three rings and I quickly relayed to her that I wanted the crew to stay home. She thanked me profusely, her and her husband spent the night worrying about a creek that ran not too far from their house and when the sun rose that morning, they knew they were going to get flooded. I told her to be safe and not to forget to call her two, she said she would and I hung up the phone. We sat in silence for a few moments drinking our coffee when the power suddenly sputtered back on. “So, sexy, power’s back on, looks like you get to clean by yourself.” He smiled over the rim of his coffee, another seductive wink and I again grew weak. “I can handle it, you beast.” I did a half growl half purr that I knew always got to him and I watched him shiver. We both grinned at each other as we sipped on our coffee before I broke eye contact on purpose to go back to my lists and handed him his. “Here’s yours. Hell, your day is light enough, you should consider calling your crew off, too. No sense in bringing them in, there’s nothing we can do once that lake falls over the banks.” “Good point.” He picked up his cell and called his first crew member as my phone started going off with texts from my girls letting me know they got the message. He went through his crew list in a few moments and when he finished, I was headed back to the coffee pot. He suddenly meowed as I walked past him and slapped my ass but good. “Just had to wear those pants, you know those are my favorite.” I was wearing my light gray yoga pants with a deep plum colored t-shirt, my hair swept up in a bun on top of my head with wisps falling to my shoulders. Had to admit, I looked good and I appreciated the fact that he liked what I wore. “It was the only clean pair I had.” I grinned as I made my way back to my desk and I heard him laugh hard behind me. “Okay, I lied, I know my ass looks fantastic in them.” “We both have time to kill now,” he crept up on me so fast that I gasped when I felt him grab my hips and pull them back into his as he began to grind against my ass. I almost spilled my coffee as he ground against me harder and I swallowed as I felt his semi-hard cock slip up and down between my cheeks. “No one is going to be in the office for another hour, what say you take that infernal shirt and bra off and let me fuck your tits again, got the sixty in my pocket, too. Or better yet, let me shred these god forsaken pants and sink into that hot, tight cunt I just know you’ve got.” It was a very hot, very hard day the year before that I let him fuck my tits in a moment of weakness and it was then that I revealed my secret to him. It turned him on fiercely when I told him it would cost him sixty bucks to fuck my mounds and when I expected him to step away from me when he realized he was dealing with a prostitute, he flipped out the money so quickly, my head started to spin. We found an unoccupied unit nearby, slipped in and I let him fuck my tits. It was that moment that I knew I was dealing with a completely different breed of man as he slipped his cock between them, which was an impressive 9.5” and thick. His cock head was a large mushroom of tight, hot skin and as I closed my tits around it, he growled and began fucking them like a madman. I worried for my safety as his hips hammered away at me as he grabbed my hair in both hands and grunted hard as he fucked. His load was extraordinary when he blew, saturating my chest, neck and chin and to my surprise, he fucked harder and faster and kept fucking until he blew twice more. My tits were sore for days after and in another heated moment when we were alone, he pinned me to a wall and explained that he was much like a knotted dog, once he slips in he makes it a point to stay there until the woman he’s fucking begs him to stop and even then, there were times that he wouldn’t, he’d just keep fucking. I knew then we were destined to fuck because that’s how I like it, hard, fast and sweaty. I was tempted to do it, so tempted in fact that I caught myself turning around to face him when I suddenly stopped myself. I wasn’t about to risk the possibility of someone walking in on us and there was work we both had to do. “As amazing as that proposition is, keep it in your pants, you animal.” I playfully swatted at him as I broke free from his grasp and moved to sit down at my desk. Judging by the look on his face, I knew I was flush from the excitement but I kept my composure. I let my eyes purposely gaze to his crotch, purring over my coffee mug as I saw his meat which was now fully hard and giving me a rather amazing show. “Maybe later.” “Fucking tease,” he was grinning as he backed away from my desk and I grinned wider. “Just a fucking tease.” “If I were just a tease, I wouldn’t have let you have my tits for twenty minutes, keep that in mind.” I grabbed my cigarettes and looked out the window, noticing that the latest storm was already well away from us and the rain had briefly stopped. We both stepped outside and as I smoked, we kept our eyes on the sky. “You ever going to let me fuck you?” I gazed into his eyes and stifled a loud moan when I saw the promise of hours of intense pleasure lurking in them. “You know I’ll ruin you.” “Oh sugar,” I smiled as I playfully patted his hand when I caught my composure. “You know the drill. You want all of me in your bed, it’s going to cost you big.” “I’m well aware of that fact and I’m willing to pay it.” “What would your wife say when your savings account is suddenly three hundred light? Let me talk to my handler, I’ll get back to you soon. In the meantime,” I stood straight as I took a long drag of my cigarette, listening to the gaggle of women coming up the stairs to the main offices. “Time to act professional, gorgeous. Find me at lunch, I brought my version of tamales to eat and I made too many.” “You know my wife doesn’t give a shit about who I fuck in my bed.” He kept his voice low but he was still grinning. “Lunch it is, think about the tit fuck, I need it bad.” With that, we straightened up and began our work day. I made quick work of cleaning the units that were empty, all the while turning on the TVs in each unit to watch the news. There was no mistaking that the worst of the storms were headed for us, predictions had tornadoes in the mix and due to hit us sometime in the late afternoon hours. I called my best friend and reminded her that I would probably be stuck at work and to check on my kids – two chocolate point Siamese cats to which she replied that they were in good hands, she would check on them and reminded me to call her if I got stuck. When lunch time came around, I radioed to my itch which unit I was in and as I slipped my tamales into the oven to warm, I made another call. I waited nervously as I listened to the ringing, hoping that my itch was far enough away that I could have some privacy before he came in. “Hello, my pet, are you well?” The sexy British voice that filtered in through my phone caused me to grow weak in the knees and I caught myself before I slipped to the floor. My handler, which you will know him only as ‘D’ is a dark, sexy, handsome Brit I had met some years before when he graced our resort with his presence for two weeks’ vacation. I visited him regularly after work, something that we weren’t technically supposed to do but I couldn’t keep away from him. He did things to me that no other man has ever done, even my itch. I kept in touch with him since and our story, well, that’s another one you’ll just have to wait for. Remember what I said, I’m a calculating bitch. “Soaking wet, but safe.” I finally found my voice and I light up a cigarette as I relaxed. “How are you doing?” “More than well now that my pet has called me, I have been worried about the weather. But I sense that this isn’t a normal ‘how are things’ phone call, you rarely call me during the day. What’s troubling you, my pet?” His voice is so god damned sexy, I don’t think he realizes just what it does to me when he talks. It’s deep and gravelly, and when he’s turned on, he growls and sends electricity running through me from head to toe. I guess I let too much time pass before he spoke again. “Ah, yes, now I know. Your itch, I take it that it is troubling you again.” “It would be so much different if he didn’t turn me on like a fucking teenager, D.” I sighed in the phone and relaxed even further. Something about my handler allows me to be myself, respectfully and I have only upset him once in the five years we’ve known each other, something I still kick myself in the ass for, it was stupid to do at the time, but a private matter that won’t hit your ears. He has said I am a natural born slave, submissive with respect and will do anything to please but it comes so easy to me that I don’t think about it, I just do it. Because it’s so natural for me, I’m allowed to be more myself around him than others that he has had in his presence, a distinction that I’m quite proud of. “You’ve seen the pictures I’ve sent you, the man is a living god on the resort, there’s not a day that goes by that someone doesn’t notice him. Hell, you know I noticed him dead bang the moment I started this job, I can’t keep my eyes off of him and being completely blunt, he’s starting to star in more and more of my fantasies. I think if I were to tally it against you, he’s coming up fast.” He chuckled and I stifled a moan. “You’re not supposed to find this amusing, sir,” I added with a grin, letting him know that while I was in turmoil, I could still be somewhat playful. “He’s asking again for everything. I’ve kept him on a leash this long, but he’s starting to fight me and I’m starting to lose.” “The question to ask here is why you have not allowed it. He knows the price we set, he’s willing to dance. He’s fucked your tits, he wants more. So give it to him already and ease the man’s torture.” I let his words sink in and I moved to the oven to check on lunch. “What are you afraid of, my pet? Of everything you have ever done, of all the men you have fucked, all the women you have bedded, only this one causes you to stop.” “May I speak freely?” My voice was starting to weaken and I leaned against the counter. “Of course, my pet – always.” “Thank you.” I took a big inhale, let it out easily and blurted out what has been holding me back. “Everything you have taught me, in the six years we have been together, I have always felt that I was in control, even when I wasn’t. I guess you could say it’s a safety mechanism, you’ve never tested me any further than you feel would jeopardize me. This guy…D, this guy scares me in that if we fuck, I may not have that control. “It also doesn’t help that Itch could easily become a regular, he’s very sexually driven - he’s like your twin, I swear that to the gods above and below me. While that would pad my finances very well, there’s also a part of me that feels like if that happens, I’m going to be taking advantage of him.” “I see your point, you are in a dilemma.” He sighed soft in my ear and even that sent a thrill down my spine. I heard Itch’s truck pull up and I gasped as I slipped into the bathroom. “As your handler though, you know that I can force you to do this and while you do enjoy that immensely, as do I, you need to remember your place, my pet. You are a whore, deep down, this is your fantasy you are living day in and day out and a whore never refuses a client.” “I had a feeling you would say that.” He chuckled again and I looked in the mirror at myself. “That’s what makes you so unique and special, my pet. You have heart even when you aren’t meant to have one. Do you want me to pull rank on you – would that ease your burden?” I thought about it as I heard him slip into the door and call out my name. I stopped breathing for a second, then called out to him I was in the bathroom and I turned my attention back to my phone call. “Yes.” “Then it’s settled. Fuck the man. And one more thing, enjoy it.” I didn’t say another word as I closed my phone, ending the phone call as I quickly flushed the toilet, ran the water in the sink for a few seconds and headed out into the kitchen. “Oh my god, those smell wonderful.” He quickly opened the oven door and I laughed as he dug into it and pulled out the pan. “We are going to eat like kings today.” I watched him as he pulled a couple of plates out of the cupboard as I moved to the fridge and pulled out our sodas. I quickly reached out to him without thinking and grasped his arm. “First thing is first, fuck beast.” I put our sodas on the counter and quickly shed my shirt, walking into the living area of the unit. I slipped my bra off next, my tits freed from their constraint as I turned to face him, my nipples already rock hard and tingling. “You wanted a tit fuck, come get it.” I positioned myself on the couch upside down with my head hanging off the end as he quickly rushed over to me. I could hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, already he was breathing heavy as I grabbed my tits and slowly pushed them together. “Aw yeah, baby, that’s what I’m talking about.” He quickly positioned himself between my mounds, growling long as I pushed my tits together, trapping his cock effectively between them. Thrusting heavily and deep once, he grunted as he settled himself in. He pulled his jeans down to his knees, freeing up his balls and I licked my lips at the sight of them hanging just a few inches from my mouth. Before he began to fuck, I opened my mouth wide and quickly sucked one of the hairless beauties in, swirling my tongue fast and hard. He groaned and pushed again, holding himself up on shaky legs. “Oh bitch, yeah suck my balls.” With that began the onslaught, his hips pistoning his cock between my tits with the force of a jackhammer. As he gained speed and strength, he leaned forward to grab my knees which hung over the back of the couch, growling and grunting louder with each thrust forward as I sucked and licked on his balls. “Aw yeah bitch, your big tits are perfect for fucking. Take my cock, you whore.” He growled out the words as his cock slipped in and out of my tits with lightning speed and I pushed on them harder, tightening my hold on his cock. He growled again and I gasped loud when I suddenly felt his hand dive into my yoga pants. As his fingers slipped across my wet cunt, he groaned loud and fucked harder. “Fuck yes, the whore shaves her cunt. I’d eat you until you blacked out.” His fingers flew across my clit just as fast as his hips pummeled me and I groaned heavy as I felt the tingling spread. I licked his balls heavily as I spread my legs out as wide as I could, impressing him with my flexibility as my knees hit the couch cushions with little effort. The sounds of my wet cunt filled the room as he worked my clit faster before he shoved three fingers deep into my cunt and began fucking me just as hard as he fucked my tits. It didn’t take long for either of us, in just a few short moments, we both were cumming, my hips flying off the couch as my body was racked with mind-numbing ecstasy as he slipped his fingers free and concentrated solely on my exploding clit. I could feel his load begin to cover my stomach and just as he finished blowing, he pulled free of my tits and stroked himself to his end, effectively coating my tits as well. We stayed in that position for a long time, both of us catching our breath before he finally eased himself off of me and disappeared into the bathroom. I laid still, knowing he was going for a washcloth to clean me up and I allowed myself a few moments of blissful peace as I heard distant thunder. He returned a moment later and cleaned me off before helping me stand and as we walked into the kitchen, he retrieved my bra from the floor and handed it to me. When we made it to the kitchen and I sat down, he handed me my t-shirt and opened his soda. “You are one hot bitch,” he said with a smile as he divided up the still hot tamales into our plates and handed a plate to me as I slipped my shirt back on. “Whoever is your handler, the man is a genius.” “Glad you enjoyed it.” I smiled back at him as I dove into my lunch, suddenly famished from the workout just a few moments earlier. Another loud clap of thunder hit, this time much closer and it shook the building. I looked over at the TV which was still on from when I came into the unit originally and saw a nasty storm bearing down on us. I turned back to my lunch, noticing that he was flipping through his wallet. As the fifty and ten hit the counter, I stifled a moan and a hard shudder as a micro orgasm hit me. My cunt contracted deep and I held myself in check as my body threatened to come unglued. It took several moments to settle back down and I prayed that he didn’t see what the effect of the money on the counter did to me. We ate in relative silence after that, both of us devouring the tamales as if we hadn’t eaten in days and when our hunger was satisfied, we leaned heavily against the backs of our chairs. I lit a cigarette and moved to the fridge to retrieve a couple more sodas when lightning fractured the sky outside and plunged us into darkness again. “Damn it.” He growled as he stood up. “I’m not moving for a few minutes, not until the storm passes. I have to call it in, want me to call in for you?” “Yeah.” I sighed as I grabbed up our dishes and filled the sink with soapy water. “Make sure to tell them what unit we are in so they know where to find us.” “You had to say that, an afternoon stuck in a condo with a hot whore is my idea of heaven. If they know which unit we are in, they could come find us and if my head is buried between your legs, the situation would be rather awkward.” He winked at me and I flipped a towel at him, even as my body exploded with promising orgasms as I imagined him eating my cunt. I knew deep down he was an expert, no doubt the kind of man that would get his fill of eating wet pussy for hours on end, making the woman weak with multiple orgasms. “That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.” He slipped out into the rain briefly as he ran to the truck to retrieve his radio and slid back into the condo as his wet boots hit the tile. I laughed as he almost wiped out, but then he regained his composure before he slammed the door shut, cussing loudly. “Base, this is maintenance unit 2 and housekeeping unit 1, we are in 380, staying here until the storm passes, over.” He slipped his wet t-shirt off and I groaned as I saw his muscular back, large angel wings graced his back in beautiful swirls. The tattoo was exquisite and had to have cost him a pretty penny. He tossed his shirt into the dryer and tried to turned it on, cussing when he remembered the power was off as I felt my cunt begin to open up and leak again. “10-4 Unit 2. Just to let you know, the lake breeched its bank, main road is quickly flooding over. Looks like you guys are stuck for the night.” The grin that crept across his face showed a mix of emotions, one of pure joy at being stuck in the resort and the promise of sex beyond my imagination. My cunt contracted, my nipples hardened and my body exploded – both in anticipation of a night that I would never forget and fear. “Unit 2, you can stay in 280, directly below your present location, unit 1, you can stay where you are, over.” “Copy that.” He replied as his grin never subsided as he stood stock still, looking like a wet stone sculpture of a god from long ago. His muscles glistened from the rain in the dark and seemed to twitch on their own as he gazed at me up and down slowly. “Tell me your handler wants you in my bed or I just might have to rape you and take it anyway.” I didn’t stifle the moan as it escaped loudly from my mouth and I leaned heavily against the counter. One way or the other, the itch was going to fuck my brains out and either direction, whether D told me to or he would rape me was a promise that I knew he would keep. I couldn’t hold out much longer, I was fighting a losing battle and my sanity was being threatened the likes it never had before. I merely nodded, then turned slowly back to finish the dishes. I heard him move away from me and into the bathroom. I sighed with relief for only a moment as he returned, back to his normal self. “We should get your car up here, where you parked is in no danger of flooding, but it would be nice to get out of this stifling condo for a bit, even if it is raining.” I knew he told the truth, the air in the unit had become somewhat unbearably hot since the AC wasn’t running and it looked as if the power wasn’t going to return for a while. I finished up the dishes and turned back to him, watching him closely as he moved back and forth between the fridge and the counter. We didn’t say a single word as we slipped out of the condo and straight to his truck, jumping in quickly as we tried in vain to not get too wet. He reached behind me and pulled out his bag, retrieving a dry t-shirt and started the truck. As we drove down the road leading to my car slowly, we both watched as the lake poured over the banks, the color in our faces slowly washing away like the waters below us. “I’ve never seen it this bad before.” I whispered and he shot a look at me, confirming that he felt the same way. We made it to the main offices a few minutes after and as I slipped out of the truck to head to the offices, a loud clap of thunder startled me bad enough that I practically jumped into his arms. We both laughed as we made it up the stairs quickly, I retrieved my purse and keys as he went into the main lobby to find out more information. We met up a few moments later and as we began descending the stairs, movement to my left caught my eye and I screamed. A black and white cat who had given birth to a litter of kittens was soaked to the bone and crying loudly. I ran down the stairs as he called out to me and when I hit the ground, I took off running. I scooped her up quickly and scanned the area around us, looking for her kittens. They were young, just a few months old and would be helpless in the downpour. If the flood hadn’t already killed them, the torrential rains would. “Take her to the truck!” I screamed as I shoved the cat into his arms. “We’ve got to find her kittens!” I frantically took off towards the area that I knew she had them at and started calling to them. A few moments later he joined me and together, we spent a half an hour looking for them. I had started to cry and panic, we hadn’t found them yet and my heart was breaking when I realized we may have lost them. When a pathetic little mew suddenly hit my ears between thunder claps, I screamed again and ran toward it, finding a completely soaked gray kitten shivering in the rain. “This is going to be close, we don’t have a lot of time!!” The sound of his voice scared me as I whipped around, noticing that the lake was moving towards us at an alarming rate. “She had six, if that one is here, the others are close!” I picked it up, holding onto it close as I continued calling out to the rest. A few seconds later, he found four of the little fuzz balls, looking scared but grateful. One more to go, I quickly handed him the one I had. “Get these little guys to the truck, I know that last one is here somewhere!” “Going to be damn close, woman!” He yelled at me and gave me a stern look that startled me. “Not worth it for a kitten!” He took off for the truck anyway, carrying his rescues as I started calling for the last one. I found it a moment later, up in a small tree and judging by the way the water was moving, I was about to go for a swim if I didn’t act. I ran for the tree, calling to the kitten as I did and as I reached it, I jumped up the trunk and scaled the five feet left to get to it. This one was my favorite, a pure white fluff ball with a splash of dark gray that graced its left ear and down around its eye. When it saw I was coming to rescue it, it stood up and began meowing, trying hard to climb down the tree. Knowing that his little claws got him up there but his inexperience at coming down trees would be dangerous, I reached up quickly and grabbed him by the scruff. He went limp as I cradled him on my neck and together, we jumped. I landed in water that was swirling around my knees and I looked up to see my itch standing on solid ground but was moving steadily backward as the water advanced on him. Knowing I had one chance, I kissed the wet kitten and yelled at Itch to get his attention as I moved forward the best I could. There was only one chance at saving the wet little baby and I had to take the chance. “Trust me, little guy, he’s got great hands.” I kissed him again and with that, I launched the kitten the twenty feet between us and held my breath. He stepped into the water a few steps, but effectively caught the kitten and held him up like a trophy. We both screamed in victory at the rescue and as I started to wade out of the water, I caught the glimpse of a wide smile on his face as he held the kitten close. Something brushed my legs, it had to have been a log and I suddenly found myself under water. I quickly got my head above it and instead of attempting to fight it to stand, I relaxed and let the current take me up close to where he stood. He grabbed my hand as I reached him and with the kitten clinging to his soaked t-shirt, he hauled me up to my feet and quickly lifted me into his arms. I grabbed the kitten from his shoulder as we made our way up to higher ground and as he sat me down next to the truck, an explosion of cheers above us caught our attention. All the office workers stood in the open doorway and clapped at the successful rescue. I held the kitten up so they could see him before Itch pushed me into the truck. “You have some serious balls, woman. I wouldn’t have done what you just did.” He said as he climbed into the truck. In the back seat, mama cat who was still wet was drying off her babies and as I handed the last one to her, she meowed and pressed her head to my hand as if to thank me. “I have a soft spot for cats, even more so when they are in danger.” I replied softly as I slipped out of the truck. “One of the office workers made it out of the resort before the lake blew its banks. She bought quite a bit of food, steaks, hamburgers, pizzas, what’s for dinner, Wonder Woman.” I grinned at the comment and stuck my tongue out. “Not picky, just grab a little of everything, I have a few things in my car as well.” I jumped as a clap of thunder rattled my brains and the rain started coming down harder. “Make it fast, those little guys need to be warmed up. I’ll be ready when you get back.” “Ready for what!?! The cats, the food or me!!” I stuck my tongue out again and slipped into my car, grateful I was no longer getting rained on. As he pulled away, he honked and flipped me off with a smile and I returned the gesture. This night would definitely be one for the record books.

I watched as his rounded ass bobbed up and down in the waves at the edge of the pool as he was bent over the side of the pool talking to friends. He was hot, and he knew it. He was 26, about 6ft tall and had a sexy tan, he had short brown hair, spiked from the pool water and bright blue eyes, his tan adding more tone to his gorgeously muscular body. I was on holiday with my parents in Corfu, I was out to them but they weren’t comfortable with it at all so I kept myself to myself around them. Id spent a good portion of our holiday carefully checking out guys from behind my reflective sunglasses and he was hotter than all of the guys id seen. I watched intensively as he played about in the pool with what I assume were his family, splashing around and laughing through his sexy smile. He was the type of guy who you could tell from his appearance that he loved working out and loved showing it off even more. Since the first day on the holiday id only ever seen him wear tight pants as he walked around and out of the hotel (This definitely showed off the size of his package!). Id caught his eye a few times when I didn’t have my shades on from the side of the pool and I smiled at him once before quickly deciding it was stupid to hope he was anything but straight. As he left the pool for the afternoon, dripping wet, flexing his muscles above his head in the sun as his six pack tightened I felt a little disappointed as I feared I might not see him again, and I re-adjusted my now fully erect cock in my shorts which Id been teasing the end of now as I watched him for a good 20 minutes. I decided id been out in the sun long enough and after a few minutes of letting that thing in my pants calm down I headed off to our apartment. I passed the pool and headed down the side of a block of studio apartments and span left to head up the stairs to our block. Just as soon as Id started to climb the stairs I heard a whistle of someone trying to grab my attention, I spun round confused as I knew my parents were off out in town, feeling a rush of excitement as I saw the guy standing over the edge of a balcony on the opposite block with a cheeky smile on his face. I was about to ask what he wanted as not to give away my excitement but before I could speak he gently flicked his head back and slightly to the right as to invite me up to his apartment. This was too good to be true! Surely he was gesturing to someone else but as I looked around and saw nobody else in sight I knew it was definitely me he was looking at, and I shot off in the direction of his apartment block. My hand totally missed his door as he flung it open as I attempted to knock to reveal him stood in a pair of tight red pants, outlining his rather large bulge. “H-hi you err--..” I stammered, but it didn’t matter as I was now locked in a passionate kiss as his hands ran across my back, his muscular arms locked around me, pulling me inside, me kicking the door shut as he pulled me onto the bed. I pulled away from his lips, I was in heaven, he tasted so sweet and I wanted more but I didn’t even know who he was. “WAIT” I blurted out, “I don’t even know your name..” He looked mischievously into my eyes and breathed softly “Joe, I’ve seen you looking at me, you seemed to be enjoying me when I was bent over the edge of that pool earlier” I blushed as I realised I cant have been all that discrete, but I had no chance to ponder on that thought as he pulled me on top of him , straddling his crotch in doing so and pulling me into another strong kiss. Blood was rushing to my cock as I felt his hard length press against my ass and slide back and forth against me. I had no idea how big he was yet, but I think I was right when id guessed he was big, he felt huge beneath me and it seemed to be swelling all the time as he broke the kiss. I ran my hands over his tough abs, groaning in pure ecstasy as he began to grab my cock through my now tented shorts. I sat up a little, about to move forward to kiss him but as I straightened up and shuffled forward a little, before I knew what was happening I felt soft wet lips followed by the warmth of saliva as he engulfed my cock in his mouth after ripping down my shorts. I gasped in shock and pleasure, falling forward and slamming my hands down either side of his head which only forced my cock deeper into his mouth which he took with ease, he’d done this before. He groaned deeply as he sucked my cock, the vibrations of his voice massaging my pulsing cock, if he kept this up I might blow my load right down his throat before id had the chance to do anything to him. I pulled back out of his throat groaning as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. I looked sat down again on his crotch, pressing my ass against his rock hard cock and swirling my hips around, teasing him against my asshole through his tight pants. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down hard onto his throbbing cock. It felt bigger than ever as moved around feeling the solid end of his cock thickly outweighing the rest of his cock. Id had enough of this play, I wanted his cock. I slid backwards off his lap and sat between his legs. I admired the way his cock had grown and caused a large thick outline in his pants, just under half of it now poking out of the top of his tight underwear. I quickly got to work, pulling his cock up and teasing the end with the tip of my tongue. His cock stiffened repeatedly, as he let out groans and gasps of pleasure. I forced my head down as quickly as I could, opening my jaw as wide as possible, engulfing three quarters of his meat and tasting his sweet precum in the back of my throat. I grabbed what I couldn’t take with my other hand and pumped up and down, tonguing, sucking and licking like id never taste another cock again. Joe was groaning and sliding his legs around as I went to work on his cock, forcing my head down further with both hands on the back of my head causing me to gag a little. Id had enough of this oral crap, I took one look at his glistening cock as I lifted my head up and knew that I needed it inside me. I jumped back up on top of him, straddling his length as I did and kissed him, sucking his tounge as I pulled down my shorts, causing my cock to spring out again. Joe pulled away breathing out his sexiest line yet; “I need to fuck you, so badly” I could feel his throbbing purple cock head against my ass hole, I spat on my fingers and attempted to lube myself up, I knew this was going to hurt. I pushed my ass outward, taking the head straight up my hole and relaxing my ass slowly slid half of his length up inside me. I was in heaven and hell at the same time, this really fucking hurt but I was in pure ecstasy and just wanted more, regardless of the pain. “You don’t have to take it all” he smiled, turning me on even more. “Fuck that, I want all of you” I gasped forcing my ass down and down thinking id never reach the bottom, my cock now ridiculously hard and leaking precum across his washboard abs. I suddenly felt my ass press against his thighs and his balls against my hole as his cock reached a whole new place inside me. I gasped, fearing I was already nearing orgasm and he hadn’t even touched my cock! “Fuuuuuuck” Joe exclaimed, “how the hell, oh my god that’s fucking AMAZING” My breathing was rapid and I panted as I threw my head back, his rock hard pole twisting inside me a little, reminding me of how he was now fully inside me. He Dug his fingers into my shoulders, his eyes rolling back in his head, mouth wide open as he began to slowly move in and out of my ass. “Fuck Joe, fuck, oh my god fuck me harder” I groaned as his length was massaged by my tightening asshole. Joe suddenly sat upright, still inside me as I slid up and down his pole so that we were almost in a hugging position and took the head of my cock into his mouth sucking hard and swallowing the precum that was now oozing from the head of my cock. “Fuck, Yeah” I groaned with each thrust as his cock rammed up my asshole, his lips working on my throbbing head. Joe laid back after a minute, placing his hands on my hips and working my ass up and down on his cock. Suddenly it felt as if his cock went even deeper into my ass as I rode his huge manhood. “Fuck, FUCK IM GONNA CUM!!” he shouted. I rode him harder than ever as his cock solidified harder than ever and his big balls tightened against my ass. His whole body became rigid, abs tightening and muscles pulsing and he came, load after load of thick creamy cum far up inside my ass. I suddenly became aware of how hard he was as his cock was pulsing inside of me. I couldn’t take it any more, he was too sexy and as he sat up and took my cock into his mouth once again, it pushed me over the edge. “Shi-“ was all I managed to get out before my balls had tightened and I came right in his mouth. He kept sucking and swallowed every drop of it as I fell sweating and panting on top of him, his big muscly arms embracing me into a tight hug as his cock began to shrink inside of me.

So about 6 months ago I met one of my friends sisters and we immediately became friends. we liked the same music and we always joked about things that no one else would understand. well one day i walked into the bathroom and i saw a pair of panties in the floor. they were small and multi-colored so i knew they were hers. now let me say that she is a very beautiful girl who i had fantasized about before but this just made me rage in my pants. I grabbed them off the floor and immediately checked for a stain in the crotch, BINGO! found a nice little spot and i shoved them to my nose and inhaled all of her scent. My cock throbbed at this. I stuffed them in my pocket for later, hoping she wouldn’t notice them missing. Well later that night I came home, alone, and laid down in bed. My cock shot straight up when I remember her panties were with me and now I could masturbate with them. I wrapped her cotton panties around my cock and started tugging and pulling at thoughts of her untouched pussy being soaking wet and wrapped around my cock. Within minutes I was shooting a huge load of thick cum into the crotch of her panties. I stuffed them in a dresser drawer for later use. However, a few days later my friend called me to see if we could hang out, so that meant going back to the “crime scene”. Well in my raging hard-on and sex-deprived state I had the thought of taking her panties back and putting them in her hamper so they could be washed and worn by her again. So I stuffed them in my pocket and drove to her house. The first thing I did was go to their bathroom and try to hide them amongst the other articles of clothing. Whilst diggin through her dirty hamper I felt something silky and smooth. Well hot damn purple silk boy shorts, and they had the strongest smell of pussy I had ever smelt other than the real thing. So it was an exchange program now. Bring one and take one. So this went on for a while until I got caught. I was being stupid and I forgot to shut and lock the bathroom door before rummaging through her clothes. She walked in and said “What are you doing?” I immediately came up with a pretty good excuse and I said “well I dropped something and I think it fell in here.” Well it was a decent enough lie to keep her from getting mad at me. She then started to help looking for the missing non-existent object and then she said “you didn’t really lose anything did you?” and I just shook my head, embarassed. She then asked what I was looking for and she wanted the truth. I told her that I was looking for her panties because I have a fetish and its what helps me get off. To my surprise she didn’t even get mad. She walked over do the door and shut it. She asked me if she could help with my problem and unbuttoned her pants, revealing the front of her panties to me. They were the same ones I found the first time. She then looked down at my crotch and I knew that meant I needed to lose my pants so off they went. My cock was standing tall by this time and all she could do was stare at it, so I pulled my boxers down to let my cock spring free. Off came her shirt and bra, revealing her small yet sexy tits to me. I put my hand up and reached for it as she stepped closer.she wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled me closer to her. We started kissing and rubbing each other, then I slid my hand down her back and inside the waistband of her panties. I pulled them down as I went down toa kneeling position to get a better look and sniff. It was heaven. I sat her down on the edge of the tub and spread her legs and began licking around her pussy. Occasionally she would let out a little sigh or moan. Then I swept my tongue across her lips and her legs tensed up slightly. She tasted like everything a woman should. I then began licking her aggressively, as she began to drip wet and moan more. She then pulled my face away from her pussy and said “just fuck me already!!” so I positioned myself over her , lining her up with me and I pushed my cock against her pussy. She looked into my eyes as I slid in, only to meet som very tight resistance. I pushed harder, poppong her cherry, and then sliding in pretty easily. She was in a little pain and I allowed her some time to adjust. Then she started moving back and forth against me, this was the sign that she was ready. So I began pushing my self deeper and deeper and pulling out, speeding up, and going harder. She started moaning the sexiest moans I had ever heard . she started gripping my cock tighter and tighter over the next few minutes and this was sending me over the edge with pleasure. I told her that I was gonna cum soon, and she just started moaning more and more, louder and louder. Then I said “….I’m going….to….cum..” and I attempted to pull out but she bucked and forced me back in and I lost it. I said “I’m cumming!” and she squeezed me and milked every drop out of me. So I pulled out and kissed her on the forehead. This gets better so don’t worry, check back for the second chapter.

This is my first story. It is true and just happened to me recently, and fulfilled a fantasy that I have had for a long time. First a little background: My name is Mike and I’m 32 years old. I’m mixed half black and half white. I stay in good shape. I hit the gym 3 times a week, stand at 5’7, 160 lbs., and bench 285 curl 55 dumb bells and run a mile in about 7 minutes. I am very well defined and keep a clean shaven head, a beard and I wear glasses. I’m from Wichita, Kansas where this story happened. I work a 40 hour a week job and on occasion pick up a shift at a restaurant whenever they need someone to pick up a shift and that’s a good place to start. It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when I was at my day job when I got a text from the cook at the restaurant. She had drunk an energy drink that didn’t agree with her and nobody else could cover her shift, I was her only hope. I normally don’t like closing on weekdays as I have to be up at 6 am every weekday but I told her I would cover her shift. I rushed home and got out of my slacks and tie and got into my denim and tee and rushed downtown. It was a busy evening and I ended up leaving at 11:15. I was planning on going straight home and going to bed, little did I know that my normal 10 minute drive home was going to take a long detour. I had gotten off on my normal exit that took me through the “hood” in my city and as I drove down the street I saw her. A white girl, with strawberry blonde hair, she was notable wearing eye shadow, pants, boots and a jacket. She was too dressed up to be a hooker, plus who would hook on a rainy Tuesday night at 11:30 on a main street? She looked like she may have come from a club or was planning on going to one. I passed her wondering if I should see if she would want a ride. I had given rides to strange random women before and 80% of the time I ended up getting a sexual favor from the woman. I wondered to myself if I could get at least a blowjob from this girl if I gave her a ride. I took the next turn and turned around and went towards her. I rolled down my passenger side window and asked her if she needed a ride. She said yes, that she need to get to the other side of the city and that she would give me gas money, I told her not to worry about it. I asked her name as I jumped back onto the highway, “Holly” she said as we started to talk. I asked her how old she was “26” she said as she asked me my age. When I told her she stated matter of fact way that I was older than her. When I asked her what she was doing over there she told me she was seeing a “client”, an escort I thought to myself, I asked her what she did. She told me she was a dancer. She met this client at Club G, she had agreed to come over to do a private show but apparently he had been doing dope, acting crazy and not obeying her rules so she just left. I asked her how much she charged for a private dance, “$100” Holly said. Now I’ve always had a fantasy of getting a private dance from a stripper that turned into something more and now sitting next to me in my car was that exact chance, but could I do it. We continued to drive and as she told me how she lost her license because of a DUI, how she use to dance at Club G, but was working at Pleasures, and was thinking of working at Jezebel’s. I continued towards her grandmother’s house, getting off the highway and going toward her destination I noticed a branch of my bank and made a mental note. We were getting closer to where she wanted to go when I saw it, a hotel, it was now or never. “How about I get a private dance from you so you can make a little bit of money tonight, we can go to that hotel”, Holly said “Sure”. I found a street to turn around, got to the back and took out $100 plus a little extra and went back to the hotel.When we got out of the car I was finally able to see her full figure. Besides the strawberry blonde hair and the eye shadow she stood 5’6 weighed probably 110-115 lbs., probably only a 28-30 inch waist and maybe 32-34 A or B cup tits that I would see later. We went to the lobby. They had two types of rooms, a double and a hot tub room. She said wanted the hot tub but was ok with the double beds since it was $50 cheaper. The man behind the counter decided to work me a deal and offered me the hot tub room for $30 less. I would come to thank myself for getting that hot tub. We went to the room, the lights went on, and she found a station on the clock-radio as she closed the curtains and I took off my Dr. Martens and sat in a chair and she tripped to her bra and panties. I handed her the $100 as she asked me what kind of dance I wanted, I told her any kind she wanted. She asked me if I wanted her topless, I told her the less the better and she almost reluctantly took off her bra exposing her small perky tits. She started to dance, moving her hips, grinding against me, pushing her tits into my mouth, letting me touch her. She got on the floor and did a back bend putting her legs over my shoulders and her pussy right in my face, she pulled her panties to the side and shown me her shaven pussy, I tried to come forward to lich but she pulled away and wagged her finger at me. She straddled me and started to grind against me, she put her hand on my chest and noticed how muscular it was; I took a cue and took off my shirt. She gasped in amazement and started to feel my chest and arms. She stopped and asked if I wanted to take a bath together, I said yes, and she said that would mean we would have to be naked together. I went over and started the hot tub as she went into the bathroom, she came out shyly covering her pussy as I undressed and the hot tub filled. I got in and she came over continuing to cover her pussy, she sat on the side and helped me adjust the temperature. I finally pulled her in with me and she told me that she had never taken a bath with a man; I leaned over and started the jets. After a few minutes I was able to get her into my lap side saddle, my semi-hard dick pressing into her ass. I started to run my hand up and down her legs, she clamped them together as I tried to push them apart to rub her pussy and when I did get a finger in she pushed it out and told me no. I decided to give up. Holly decided to start to grind against me again and not even 5 minutes later she was facing me grinding her hips just above me, then it happened. She lowered her hips and I felt myself slide into her, she gasped. “Did she mean to do that?” I asked to myself as she continued to move her hips. I reached down and made sure my dick was really inside her and when I found it was I grabbed her hips and thrust myself the rest of the way in. The water started splashing as she started to ride me. I was in, I was fucking a stripper. I grabbed her hips and turned us over as she opened her legs and entered her again. Her head almost went under the water as I start to thrust my uncovered cock into her again. I stopped. “Let’s move to the bed” I told her, her wet body got out of the hot tub and went and pulled down the covers as I went over her and she spread herself and I slammed into her again. I grabbed her shoulders as I started to rotate my pelvis, pounding away at her, our skin slapped together and she raised her legs to get me in deeper. “You like that cock?” I asked, “Yes”, she moaned. “Have you ever had a cock as big as mine?” I asked next “Not quite, and your thicker” she barely squeaked out as she came. I decided to go deeper, taking her legs over my shoulders I slammed forward, I didn’t even get all in when I hit bottom and my dick bent a little as she cringed in pain as she pushed me back a little. I continued to fuck her on her back for a while before slipping her on top. She started to bouncer herself up and down in long thrusts as I grabbed her ass. She reached back and played with my balls. “Cum on my cock” I commanded her as she speed up and came yet again. “You like cumming on that cock don’t you?”; “Yes” she answered. “Do you want me to cum?”; “I’m cumming a lot but if you cum a lot I might have a baby” she replied. I asked her what her favorite position was, “This one” she said as she started moving her hips faster in quick thrusts leaning into me, kissing my neck as orgasmed yet again. We switched to doggie and I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me as I spanked her. I watched my black cock split her white pussy lips as I reached forward and pulled back on her hair and started slamming into her hard and fast, I could see her wetness glisten on my cock as she moaned and her body convulsed yet again. She fell forward and I got her on her back as I mounted her again and started to fuck her again. She started to speak gibberish as I rotated my hips starting to move faster, she was saying things like “You’re a beast, where did you come from?” I felt that familiar twinge in my cock and I knew I was close and I started to move my hips faster. The pace started to bring her to a climax to, then I felt it….”I’m gonna cum” I moaned, “Pull out, I’m not on the pill” she pleaded. Now honesty I could have, but her pussy just felt too good, I made my final thrusts as I fell two spurts as her pussy clamped down on me as she came. Afterwards we showered together. We talked and she told me she would like to fuck again, that I was the best she ever had. I jotted down my number as we left the room. I dropped her off at her grandma’s, she gave me a peck on the lips and I gave her an extra $40 for plan b and told her that it might be a good idea to get on birth control. I wondered if I would hear from her as I drove away as she told me she didn’t have a cell phone and only had her grandmother’s home phone. All I know is I know what clubs to go to if I ever want to see Holly and cum in that tight stripper pussy again. Feedback on my story is appreciated, and who knows, maybe I’ll write about my further adventures…

Kate's daddy leaned against the door of his big BMW waiting for the party to finish. It was just past 10.00pm and the evening was warm. His wife had asked him to pick up their daughter Kate and bring her home. Out of the evening gloom, a young girl of 16 appeared smiling warmly. It was Kate wearing well...almost nothing. A short mini skirt and a tight fitting top with bare midriff. She was already over 175cm and her long, lithe legs; toned upper body, pert breasts, cascading blonde hair and her exceptionally pretty face made for an intoxicating combination. In a word, she was hot. Kate leaned softly against Daddy and brushed his cheek with her lips. “Thanks for coming Daddy. I’ve had such a good time” She climbed in showing a great expanse of thigh. Daddy tried not to look. After all Kate was his daughter. They set off home. After a few minutes, Kate spoke in a hesitant voice “Daddy, can we stop somewhere so we can chat for a bit. I need to discuss some things with you” ‘Sure’ said Daddy ‘ and pulled off the road into a deserted truck stop. ‘Yes darling, what is it” ‘Daddy.....well...umm....all the other girls were talking about how great ...um...oral sex is and....um....I’ve never done it and I want to so much” Daddy was stunned at his daughter’s words. Inwardly, he knew that he would be resentful of any guy having sex with his pretty darling daughter. However, he had to stay balanced. ‘Well Kate, oral sex is very nice, can be fantastic in fact and I am sure you will have your opportunity eventually” ‘Yes but all the boys I know are such complete losers. I’m sure they have no idea. I would like my first time to be with someone experienced. She paused and then said quietly “Daddy, tell me what’s it like when you and Mummy do it?” Daddy blushed from embarrassment and looked away. “Well.um..I can’t answer that because Mummy and I don’t have oral sex. Um....she does not like giving oral and I stopped giving oral to her about five years ago. Kate gasped and looked at him in silence for a while “Oh, poor Daddy. That’s awful. We’re both in the same situation – we both want it and can’t find someone to do it with” The beautiful logic of what she was saying hung in the air and slowly sank into the minds of Daddy and Kate. A sexual tension was evident before Kate spoke again very quietly. “Daddy...um...will you do oral to me please....please Daddy and I will give oral it to you. I will try so hard to make it nice for you. Please Daddy. I want to do it so badly. I want you to lick my pussy and I want to suck your big Daddy cock. Please Daddy, I want you to drink my cum juice and I want to swallow your hot sperm.” She leaned across in her excitement and put one arm on his shoulder. Unintentionally, she put her other hand on her Daddy’s upper thigh where his erection had been hiding. Her hand came down on Daddy’s stiff cock. “Oh” she exclaimed ‘Oh Daddy, is that your big fat cock? Is your cock stiff because of me? Oh Daddy, I love you so much and she squeezed Daddy’s cock in her small hand. Any misgivings that Daddy might have had disappeared in that instance. Fuck he was so stiff and it had been so, so long. Yes, he would give oral to his horny daughter and his cock stiffened further as he wondered what her juices might taste like....mmm Also, he trembled at the prospect of her little mouth sucking on his big cock head....mmmm “Darling, let’s go in the back” and watched in stunned silence as his daughter’s cute ass and legs starred him in the face as she clambered to the back. He followed her rapidly. “Kate darling...um...take your panties off honey” “Oh Daddy...if I was wearing any panties, they would be sodden by now”. Daddy gasped, overwhelmed by what she was saying and sat there open-mouthed. Kate put her hand softly on the top of her daddy’s thigh and slowly let her fingers travel over his cock. His organ stiffened rapidly under her gentle caress. Slowly massaging his bulging cock head with her slim fingers, she said “ Daddy, you make me so hot, let’s be naughty together, I promise to keep this as our special secret.” Seeing the glazed look in his eye, Kate continued “Please Daddy, please lick out my tight little pussy and suck my clit so I cum and then I am going to suck your cock and I want to swallow your lovely rich cream” Kate lay back on the long rear seat and spread her honey coloured thighs. Daddy could not help but groan in admiration. Her pussy was totally bereft of pubic hair and already her fleshy, swollen lips had spread slightly. He could see the moistness on her inner lips, so pink and inviting. In one slow, fluid motion, Daddy leaned forward and ran his wet tongue lightly across his daughter’s soft inner thighs, kissing and nibbling as he went. He inhaled deeply and savoured the raw sex aroma of this beautiful young woman. Pausing for a brief moment to admire her glistening folds, Daddy ran his tongue lightly from the bottom of her pussy to the top in one slow, languid movement. Kate moaned softly and arched her head back with her eyes closed, her hands reaching under her top to play with her swollen nipples. Daddy allowed his tongue to rest briefly at the top of her pussy lips before slowly extending the tip and burrowing deeper. With a small circular motion, his tongue wormed its way into her inner folds, receiving a welcoming sprinkle of delicious honeydew as he went. Daddy sighed contentedly as his tongue encountered the hard button of Kate’s young clit. Then leaning forward slightly, he enveloped her clit in a slow circular motion, allowing the back of his tongue to brush over her little sex button very gently. “Oh yes” Kate moaned, “that feels so good Daddy. Just there, just suck my little clit”. Daddy could feel her heat building up and her slippery juices starting to seep out over his face and the leather upholstery. He was determined not to rush – he wanted this first time to be memorable for Kate. Kate looked up, utter contentment on her face. She could see the lust and adoration on her Daddy’s face as his hard tongue went to work. She was very happy that this was happening and knew that many more sexy romps lay before them. Perhaps there would be another opportunity tomorrow morning when Mummy went to see Grandma. Kate was already very hot and knew that she would have a big orgasm soon. She leaned up and slipped off her top – she was wearing no bra – and revealed her swollen nipples that she rolled hard between her thumb and fingers. She opened her legs wider, much to her Daddy’s satisfaction. Warmly cocooned between his daughter’s legs, Daddy reached up with both hands and gently spread apart her puffy lips. He gasped with pleasure. Kate’s little clit soldier was guarding the entrance to her love tunnel. Her walls were glistening with her juices and Daddy could see them slowly dribbling down to her tunnel entrance. He could not resist burying his face deep into her folds and lapping up her tangy nectar. Then, turning his attention back to her clit, he rolled the end softly between his lips and flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue. Kate moaned gently beneath him and thrust her pussy higher – she wanted more, much more. She sensed she would cum soon and responded with a fresh trickle of pussy juice straight onto Daddy’s probing tongue. Daddy attacked her clit more vigorously, sucking and tweaking, caressing and teasing, nibbling gently all the time. He could feel a faint tremble building in her loins. She was making soft cooing sounds and breathing in ragged gasps, Her trembles became spasms as Daddy continued to excite her clit – he knew she was near to cumming so...reluctantly, he paused. “Oh Daddy” she screamed, “don’t stop, don’t stop...I’m almost there”. Daddy waited a few seconds while her breathing steadied and her spasms faded and then he started all over again. The response was immediate. Kate arched her body as her Daddy’s tongue once more found her love button. Unbelievable sensations were coursing through her body. “Oh Daddy...oh fuck.. This is so good....please ...ooooh...never stop” Her spasms quickly started again, this time building to a more frenzied level. Her face was flushed and her nipples were as hard as two small bullets. “Oh..Oh...Daddy....I’m going to cum....oooh...” Again Daddy stopped and gazed in awe at the copious amounts of sticky goo seeping from her drenched pussy before starting over again. By this time, Kate was in the throes of a continuous, low-level orgasm. Every sinew in her perfect young body was stretched tight. Her face was shiny with perspiration. She craved release. In between her ragged breathing, Daddy heard snippets of words. “want...cum....no......stop....” He could feel her orgasm building fast, He knew it would be big. Her tight little ass lifted off the slippery car seat as a long moan started deep in her throat. “Aaaagh...Daddy.....I’m...cuummmming...” she screamed. “Oh....fuck” Kate thought as her pussy started to explode. Right at that instant, Daddy sank one juice-soaked, finger deep into his daughter’s virgin ass and one more from his other hand straight into her gaping love hole, as far as her intact hymen. The effect was electric. She squealed as previously hidden sensations engulfed her and a jet of cum juice squirted out of her pussy. “Oh...oh...fuck....oooohhh..” she gasped As she orgasmed, Daddy could feel her puckered ass ring and pussy lips opening and closing on his fingers, trying to draw them in further. He had never experienced anything like it. His cock twitched and dribbled a dollop of pre-cum straining for release. For several long minutes, Kate lay there, her blond hair matted with perspiration and her eyes glazed with sexual fatigue. Slowly, her breathing settled. She opened her legs wide so she could see her Daddy, his face inches from her pussy and saturated with her sticky cum juices. “Daddy....that was the best... That was awesome. I’m the luckiest girl alive. I feel so horny....mmmm” Her eyes smouldered with lust as she continued “Daddy, I want it taste your hot sperm, every last drop.” As she got up and reached for her Daddy’s cock with a wicked smile on her face, she said “Daddy, you made me squirt and now I’m going to make you spurt....I‘m going to milk you dry...” Kate was desperate to see and taste her Daddy’s sperm. She had seen a few young boys ejaculate when she came them hand jobs though she had never tasted sperm. Also, her poor Daddy had not had oral for so long. It was so unfair. She promised herself she would suck her Daddy’s fat cock at any opportunity in the future. She felt so alive, so hot and, as they reversed positions, her little pussy squirted a small stream of cum juice....oooh, she shuddered with delight as she reached for her Daddy’s cock. In the confined darkness of the car interior, Kate rubbed her nipples and hoped that they would be covered in her Daddy’s sticky sperm very soon. She pulled down her Daddy’s chinos, and giggled with excitement when she realised he was not wearing any underpants either. His fat cock sprang to attention, about eight throbbing inches with a large bulbous cock head. She paused for a moment gazing in awe at her Daddy’s large, fat, throbbing cock as she realised it was about three times her age. So many memories, so many experiences that she wanted her Daddy to tell her all about but they would have to wait. “Kate darling” whispered Daddy Kate noticed the tension in his face and was puzzled “The last time I received oral sex was over twenty years ago, before I married Mummy. This is like my first time all over again. I just want you to know that I am the happiest person in the world right now....and I’ll try not to cum too quickly” Kate blushed and quietly resolved that, although she did not have any experience, she was going to try her best to give her Daddy and lover the best blowjob he had ever received. She leaned forward and massaged her Daddy’s heavy, muscular thighs before reaching around and kneading his buttocks. Daddy groaned in pleasure...it had been so long for him. Kate leaned down and ran her little pink tongue softly over her Daddy’s groin. With the tip of her tongue, she licked a little droplet of pre-cum from his cock head, feeling glad when he moaned in satisfaction. “Ummmm...nice taste” she thought Kate ran her wet tongue up and down her Daddy’s thick cock shaft and gently sucked on his balls. She nuzzled down deeper and licked the little sensitive area just under her Daddy’s balls. “Oh fuck” she heard him moan. The time had come. Opening her mouth, she opened her mouth wide and enveloped her Daddy’s cock between her lips and gradually began an up and down motion, all the time her tongue darting out to tease and lick his fat cock shaft. Her saliva dribbled down the length of his cock as she tried to take it in her mouth. Her right hand grasped her Daddy’s cock firmly while her left fondled his balls and massaged his prostate area. She heard him moaning deliriously. Kate sensed he would cum soon. She could feel a faint trembling starting deep in his loins. His balls were tightening and his cock head was swelling. She readied her mouth to receive his first spurt – she wanted to taste her Daddy’s sperm so bad. “aaaghhh...” she heard her Daddy cry “Kate, I’m cumming...” Suddenly a great creamy stream of sperm shot deep into her mouth. It was so delicious. The force of it caused her to withdraw her mouth in surprise. She gasped as she saw another spurt erupt from his cock and splatter over her face, then another and another...over her neck and breasts. Her pussy exploded again as another shuddering orgasm swept through her, juices pouring out over her Daddy’s legs. Daddy pulled her down in a tight embrace and licked his cum juices off her pert breasts. He pulled her face hungrily towards him and they kissed deeply for the first time. Both their saliva and the remnants of their respective cum juices mixed freely. For several long minutes, they lay there entwined in an intimate embrace, not saying a word as their breathing settled. The air heavy with the tell tale aroma of sex. “Fuck” said Daddy. “Yes, fuck,” said Kate They chuckled and kissed passionately like the furtive lovers they had become. They both knew they had crossed a threshold.

When I was young I always fascinated about my beautiful mom. She is really beautiful even now at 50 and during that time she was marvelous. When I was quite young, she use to call me to scrub her back while bathing. I always do it willingly and happily as it allow me to have the glimpse of her beautiful back and her butts even though sex was never in my mind at that age. I have quite fair complexion but she was extremely fair and her skin has milky shiny. Let me tell you about herself. She is just short lady having height of 5 feet 1 inch and have a figure of 38-32-38 figure. She has no fat but extra flesh which is well proportioned to all parts of her body. Otherwise she has well toned body and keep herself fittest at all times. She has beautiful figure even today. It all happened when I was 15 yrs of age. I was studying in my high school. During our winter vacation I and my mother went to our village for a relative marriage. My father stayed in city (Chandigarh, a city) due to his job. It was winter season and quite chilling. She bought underwear s for me (She uses to purchase all clothing for me). At night she told me to wear the underwear as she wanted to see whether size fits me. It was a black color french brief. I put on the underwear and shown to her. She said, “it looks good, today you sleep in my bed with me as it is quite cold here”. During those times I use to study late night, so I said, “Mom, I need to wake up till late night”. She said, “you should sleep early tonight and start studying tomorrow onwards”. I took my short and started to put it on but she said, “Why you are wearing short also, sleep in underwear only”. I agreed and put my short aside and went inside the quilt with her. Very soon she started snoring. Her back side was towards me. I also turned towards her and put my arms over her and embraced. This was nothing unusual as I use to do this when I was young and slept with her. I was not sleepy and when my cock touched with her butt, it started growing up hard. My cock grown to full of its maximum size and it was oozing out from my underwear’s elastic. First time it was a fascinating experience and feeling was totally different from earlier ones when I touched my mom. I really enjoyed this feeling. My full arms lap was on her and my hand was lying on her big breasts. I slowly-slowly started caressing her breast making sure that she should not wake up. But she was still snoring and was in sleep. My courage grew and I put my hand under her shirt taking it upwards to feel her naked breasts. I touched the bra and felt a little portion of her breasts coming out of her bra. I caressed them very gently making sure that she should not get up. At that moment she changed her position and lied flat on her back. When she changed her position I got frightened and removed my hand immediately. My whole arousal vanished in a moment as I thought I was caught. After making some husky sound, she again started snoring. I waited for a few minutes and my sexual ecstasy again aroused. I started the things again. This time her position was very comfortable for me. I put the hand under her shirt (Kameej, an Indian outfit which women wear) and started feeling her big breasts over the bra. I put my other hand between her legs over her salwar (An Indian outfit like loose trouser which women wear). I waited for moments without doing anything. She showed no sign of any reaction and I started finding the hidden treasure. I could feel her pussy lips with my hand over her salwar. My greed increased and I slowly started to undo her lash of Salwar. I was successful in that and loosened her Salwar to the extent that now I can put my hand inside and feel her panty. I again waited for while and then put my hand inside her panty very slowly. No reaction was received till the time. Now I put my full hand inside her panty and first time felt her bushy pussy. I parted the lips of her cunt and tried to find out her love hole. To my surprise her cunt was very wet and full of juices. I could not understand the reason. Exploring further, I found her love button of the cunt and started to play with it gently. At that time I was really enjoying all this foreplay. My cock has oozed so much pre-cum and my underwear was all wet with that. All of sudden she woke up from sleep. I immediately took my hand and pretended to be in deep sleep. She said, “Who opened my salwar?” During that course of action her salwar was down to her thighs. I was frightened; my blood came to freeze and I pretended to be in deep sleep holding my heavy breath. She shook me by her hand and said, “Son, have you opened my salwar?” But I never woke up. The only relief for me was that there was no anger in her voice. When I did not get up, she tightened the lash of her salwar and again went for sleep. I was not at all in a mood to take another chance and went on sleep. In the morning when I got up she was not in the bed. I got up and finished my daily calls. I took my towel and went to the bathroom for a bath since I don’t want to face her due to night incident. Now the horny feeling of night was converted to guilty. “Son get ready fast, we have to go for marriage ceremony”, I heard her voice with no unusual tone. “I will be ready soon mom”, I said and went for bath. When I came out my mom was ready with her best dress, makeup and ornaments. She was looking pretty beautiful as a newly wedded bride. We had our breakfast and I noticed nothing unusual in her behave. We went to our relative where marriage ceremony was going on. On the way, while my mom was driving, I kept quite due to my guilty feeling. But she kept on talking to me as usual. At wedding she enjoyed herself fully. She danced a lot and everybody appreciated her. I could see the lust shown by many male members for my mother who came there. She was really the most attractive spot in the marriage. I felt pride by owing so beautiful lady as my mother. We came back to home at night around 9 P.M. My mom started her changing in her room and I went to my room. She came to my room and told me to come for sleep with her. Her behave was such that nothing had happened last night. I thought that she was really asleep yesterday night and whatever she said to me was in her sleep. I went to her bed for sleeping and this time in underwear only. She gave a beautiful look at my crotch which was having a large bulge. She had changed her to sheering double breast nylon sky blue night gown opened in front and was tied with waist lash just under her beautiful round big breasts. A hook was also tied near her waist to make the gown wrapped with her lower body. I took a close look at her and to my surprise her breasts and nipples were visible even in the dim red light as she was not wearing her bra. She took a Disprin (Pain killer) tablet as she was feeling headache with a full glass of water and came inside the quilt where I was already in. “Son, will you give me handful of body massage as my whole body is aching”, she asked me. “Sure mom”, I said. She danced a lot in the marriage with other ladies and I could understand that she was tired. Usually I did this for her many times before. She lied on her stomach and I pressed gently all over her back and thighs. While feeling her soft body, my arousal came to full swing and my cock was hard rock. My guilty feeling of the day vanished in a moment and now I was sexually attracted to my mom’s lovely body. I massaged her back than her round big butts and her thighs. She moaned with every handful massage I gave her. A few minutes later she said, “Thanks, my lovely son” and gave me a big hug & kiss on my lips. I was really surprised as she never kissed me on my lips before. “Now go to sleep” she said. After some time she went on sleep but my mind was thinking something else. After waiting for some time when I was sure that she is sleeping well I again put my hand on her breast. Slowly I started caressing them gently and to my joy today they felt very soft and nipples can also be felt over the thin nylon gown. I continued to enjoy them for a while and then took my hand to her lower part. Her gown was already parted to her thighs by its own. I gently put my hand towards her pelvic area and to my surprise she was not wearing her panty. Again a big surprise came to me, today it was hairless and skin was as smooth as there were no hairs ever in that area. Now I could realize that in the morning hair remover was kept in the bathroom and she might have removed her pubic hairs in the morning. I gently rubbed her pussy lips and upper area. It became difficult to put my hand at her lovely hairless pussy, so I leaned my body little lower in the bed. Now I could reach easily with my hands up to her thighs and my face was near her huge butts. I touched her naked thighs and gently rubbed her thighs. I licked her beautiful big mounds with my tongue. Then I put my index finger in her cunt which was already very wet and moist. I gently rubbed her clitoris. Her clit was quite big and I thought it was aroused in her sleep. She was breathing heavily but I could not notice anything unusual. All of sudden she got up and I suddenly removed my hand with lightening speed and pretended to sleep with snoring sound. She said, “son…son.” I did not open my eyes. Again she said, “Son, open your eyes” this time she ordered in her tough voice. Frightened, I opened my eyes. She said with smile, “what were you doing my big boy?’’ I said, “nothing mom”. “You want to see mommy’s body” she said and opened the front of her gown. That moment was beyond my imagination. “Have a look nicely” she said and removed her gown fully. The quilt was already off and she was sitting fully naked on the bed. Her beautiful milky white body was shining in dim red light of the room. She looked like a angel came right from the heaven. I just can’t forget that scene even today. “Come touch me my son, don’t be shy” she said and pulled my hand to her breast. I also recovered from the situation and started rubbing her both the breasts with my both hands. “No, darling, you must rub and squeeze them gently” she said smilingly. She also put her hand in my underwear and caught hold of my penis. “Oh! My baby is quite grown up now, that’s why you wanted to touch and feel your mommy’s body”, she said in husky voice and removed my underwear. Then I made her lie on her back and went my knee down parting her legs. I put my cock on the entrance of her cunt and started to enter. “No darling, don’t be in hurry, this is not the way to make love with a lady, just wait” she said. I stopped and said, “Mom now I can not control”. “Rub each and every part of my body, suck my nipples, cress my breasts, caress my thighs, lick everywhere of my body and then only you should enter your cock in my cunt” said my mom. I started licking her from her thighs, navel, and put one nipple in my mouth and started sucking it as a child. “You have sucked milk from it for whole one year, now milk won’t be there but you will enjoy more baby”, she said. I sucked her breasts one by one. Her brown areolas were quite big and stiff now. I continued her licking with my tongue and slowly came down. I kissed the clean-shaven pussy and she moaned and grabbed my head over it. I then licked her cunt lips and she groaned like a wild animal. Now she was crying in ecstasy slowly and murmuring. “Now come on my little darling and enter your cock in my mommy’s cunt, mommy is feeling very hungry”. She said. But I carried on sucking her cunt lips and inserted my tongue inside her cunt. I also index finger in her cunt completely. She came with a shudder voice and big moan. She was completely wet and juices were oozing from her cunt and running into the crack of her ass. I licked and dried her completely by licking and eating each and every drop of her love juices. By this time m cock has swollen to an unbelievable size and it was looking like and monster. The head of my cock was already wet with pre-cum. I went over her body, parted her legs and put the tip of my s on her cunt. I gave small thrust and she gave full support by raising her butts, we were one body with one jerk. The feelings at that moment are heavenly for me. Her cunt was completely wet and very hot. Her cunt muscles totally gripped my cock. I leaned over my mom’s body and put a pressure on my groin area so that not even a single micro centimeter of my cock is out of that hole. I whispered in my mom’s ear, “Mom shouldn’t I put condom, else you will get pregnant”. She opened her closed eyes and gave me deep throat kiss in my mouth. She said with a sexy smile, “My little darling I am already on pills, otherwise your dad would have made me pregnant many times”. “Now go for job without any worry”, she said again. I really started wild and gave several big jolts for some time. She also kept on raising her butts completely and shoving her nipples in my mouth. She was in total frenzy and kept on moaning loudly on every thrust she gave and received. “Ohhh, baby, you cock is such a wonderful and big, it filled my cunt fully”, she said. “Now fill mommy’s love hole with your semens”, she murmured. I was now on my peak point moving my ass up and down fiercely. I felt that my cock is going to explode at any time. Mom also pounding her pelvis and taking every inch of my cock in her cunt. Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh, I roared and exploded in her cunt. came for ejaculation and with great scream. My breaths were running very fast. She put my face between her big breast and caressing my hairs while my shaft was still inside her cunt putting last drop of my cum in her. I kept on her lap for a few minutes and then she said gently, “Now take it out darling”. I took my dick out and it was still rock hard with all around sweet juices of both of us. She got up and said, “Come, let’s clean up.” She went to bathroom naked and I also followed her. She put the geyser on. There was still hot water in the geyser and she washed my penis by pouring hot water. “Why don’t we should take bath together”, she said smilingly. I immediately agreed and we poured mugs of hot water on each others body. The she started putting soap on my body. I also started soaping her body. I soaped and cupped her big breasts, her butt, her pussy and her thighs. At the moment I was again rock hard. She felt my desire and made a style by holding shower handle nob and shoved my penis from behind. She raised her butt in such a way that her opened cunt was quite visible. She was experienced in this art and may be doing with dad in that way. My soapy tool and her soppy cunt made everything easy and took no efforts to enter. I joyride this style until we both experienced our ejaculation. Then we took bath again rubbing each other. We soaked our body with towel and again came to bed embracing each other. She again gave me a deep throat kiss in my mouth and said, “You want more”. I shyly replied, “Yes mom”. Again we started the game with licking each other. She insisted me to come to 69 positions and feel the scent of her pussy. I came in this position and took my face towards her pussy. After bath she smelt great and there was no odor. By the time she took my penis in her mouth and started sucking it. I also put my mouth between her widespread lips of pussy and started licking them. Slowly I put my tongue inside her cunt and started licking and putting inside-outside. We both were groaning in great pleasure. After a while she got up and made me lie on my back. “Now mom will ride you”, she said smiling. She straddled over my dick and put it all inside her cunt by lowering her butts on it. “Oh my God, I am in heaven mom”, I said. She started lowering and raising her butts over my shaft and my dick is running in and out like piston. After a few minutes we both came to our peak point and she lie down over my body keeping my penis inside her cunt. Even though she was around 60 kg but I felt her soft and silky body very light and wished if she could keep this position forever for whole life. That night we continuously fucked each other for several times and we don’t know when we went to sleep naked keeping and embracing our bodies. Next day morning when I got up around 9 O’clock I found my mom not in the bed. She was in the kitchen already had bath with her wet open hairs. She was preparing breakfast. “Good morning my darling son”, she said and gave me a great hug between her breast and kiss on my cheek. “Go, take bath and get ready, we have to go back today”, she said as nothing has ever happened. We started at 11 O’clock for Chandigarh. On the way I tried to bring the night happenings with my mom but she ignored cleverly. We reached Chandigarh in the evening. Afterward nothing ever happened again. After a few days I joined my school as a daily routine but whole incident at our village was never went out of my mind. For many days I felt great guilty feelings. I thought I have done a great sin and God would never forgive me. The whole memories kept in my mind for many days and made me mentally sick. I could not face my mother keep an eye contact with her but her behavior was normal with me. She use to take care of me was jolly as usual. Now I am married. I have a beautiful wife and a child. The memories are still with me where I made my first love with my beautiful lovely mom. She taught me all the lessons of sex. I must admit that I made several sexual contacts with ladies during my college days and with my wife but one thing is sure that my mom was best among all. No one except her could make so happy and satisfied that she made me on that night. She is really a great, sexy and most beautiful lady till day. I love her very much today also even we never had any sexual interaction after that night. She cares me like baby, she loves me like baby and even make others to take care of me. I slept with her many times afterward but without any sexual advancement. I don’t know whether I did sin or something unnatural act but I am sure that she is God for me and made me experience a unique happiness that night. I know that moment will never come in my life again. I am sure that this was not a sin or crime in this world and I don’t know about the next world but may be she will be only my lady in the heaven. This writing is in the honor and respect to my adorable mother. Once again heartiest thanks mom!!!. I love you. Pl post your comments at [email protected]

Knock knock knock. That is what I heard as I was making dinner in the kitchen. I listen as my wife answers the door. “Hi, do you know the neighbor next door?”, the visitor asks. “No” my wife answers. “Well I was supposed to meet him today and he isn't answering the door.” she states. “Can I bum a cigarette?” she asks. “Sure” says my wife, handing her a smoke. They chit chat a while as I finish cooking. I bring the food out and give my wife a plate as the guest, Rebecca, borrows a phone to call someone. Rebecca finishes her call and excuses herself as my wife and I finish dinner. Soon after my wife's phone rings. Her friend is needing some help straightening her hair. My wife grabs her keys and heads out the door, Love you, be back in a bit, she says as she leaves. A few minutes latter there is a knock on the door again. When I answer it, it is Rebecca again. “Hey, I need some money for an ride. Can I sell you something? All I have is my purse and a lighter.” she says as she steps threw the door. I look her up and down. Middle length brown hair in a pony tail. Brown eyes with small dark bags underneath. Light tan with freckles on a round face that was kinda cute. DD breasts on a chubby body that is clothed in a loose t-shirt and pajama pants, maybe 5 foot tall. “I don't need any of that stuff.” I say as I shut the front door. “But pull out your tits and we can work out a deal.” I say cooly. “Huh” she says, surprised. “I want to see your big tits.” I say as I step forward and putting my hand on her hip. “Ok” she says as she starts to pull up her shirt while stepping back to the wall. Her shirt goes above her breasts and her hands pull her bra down, exposing round pale breasts with light blue veins showing hear and there. Her light brown nipples stand out of medium sized areola, angled down slightly. “Wow, those are beautiful.” I say as I step forward, cupping her left breast in my right hand as my mouth descended to her right nipple. She gasps in surprise as I suck the tender nub into my mouth. I run my left hand across her hip and down to her ass. My hand reaches low and squeezes her cheek while pulling up, pushing my first two fingers and her pants deep into her crack. I kneed her ass cheek as I continue to suck on her nipple. She stands there, frozen in shock, breathing heavier and heavier, her hands still holding the cups of her bra down. I move my mouth to her other nipple as my now free hand goes around and down her back. I slip my fingers under the band of her pants and into her panties, cupping her bare ass cheek. I pull her hips towards me, grinding my erection onto her pubic mound. She moaned quietly at this. I move my other hand down the back of her pants and with both hands reaching low, my middle finger touching the entrance to her vagina, first fingers on her ass hole feeling the heat from both of them. Her cracks are slick with sweat as I pull her cheeks apart, one finger pushing slightly into her back door and opening her pussy my other fingers. She gasps as I fondle her holes. I move my face up to hers, seeing her wide eyes and flushed face, mouth slightly open. I can no longer reach her pussy like this but my fingers a buried in her ass crack, putting pressure on her puckered hole. I kiss her lips forcefully. After a bit she starts to kiss back. I work my tongue into the kiss, rubbing it against hers. She moves her hands down to my sides, pulling me to her. I start to grind my hard cock against the front of her pussy. I start to kiss down her chin and then her neck. Across to the side of her neck then up to her earlobe. Her hand moves between our bodies to grab at my engorged dick. I move one of my hands around to her front and down her mound to her slick folds. No hair mars her soft, smooth skin. She is wet as my fingers move between her labia, exploring her sex. I move my middle finger to the back, just touching her gripping asshole. I press gently and slide my finger forward slowly across her vaginal canal, feeling the heat and juices. Forward feeling her peehole sinking in ever so slightly, across smooth skin then over her swollen clit. She sucks in a breath then moans as my fingers caress her sex. My finger rubs slow circles on her clit, causing her to grind her hips against my hand. I move faster in time with her hips, my face buried in her neck. She is moaning loudly now, thrusting hard down on my fingers. With my other hand I start to do slow circles on her tight asshole, slowly pulling it open and easing my finger inside. She is now digging her nails into my side and back. Groaning from the pleasure. I slide my fingers back, pressing my middle and ring finger deep into her dripping hole. She stiffens as I finger fuck her to climax. She starts to rock as she cums, contracting hard on my fingers in waves. Each time she relaxes I move my finger slightly deeper into her ass as I vigorously finger her pussy. Hot juices flow over my hand as it goes in and out of her pussy hole, soaking her panties and pants. My finger is almost completely in her ass when she finishes with her orgasm. I leave my fingers inside of her, keeping her holes filled. I kiss along her neck and up to her mouth as I slowly move my fingers out of her. Our lips meet as I come free of her holes. Her hand moves back to my throbing member she starts to stroke it threw my clothes. I guide her away from the wall and to my couch. I guide her to sit on the edge as I stand between her legs. I pull her shirt the rest of the way off of her then I remove her bra. As I look down on her topless form she starts to pull my pants down. Revealing nine and a half inches of hard cock so thick that she can barely fit her hand all the way around it. Precum is starting to drip out of the swollen head as it points right at her face. She grabs my dick with one hand as her other grabs my ass. She leans forward and touches her tongue to my pisshole, licking the precum away. She then starts to kiss the head of my prick. Open kisses that rub her wet lips over the head, her tongue caressing as she went. Then she takes my cock into her mouth. She can only get about half of it in. I moan as she starts to bob back and forth on me. I watch as I feel her soft lips move up and down on my shaft feeling her tongue caress my head when it is almost out. I feel the roof of her mouth and then the soft heat of the tonsils when she takes me back in. After maybe 30 strokes my cock starts to swell to mammoth size as I come close to climax. “I'm going to cum.” I moan. She takes me as deep as she can and holds me there. After a momemt of this I start to cum. When she feels me start to spurt she pulls back to where just the head is in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the head as I shoot into her mouth. When I'm done she milks the last bit out of my cock with a slow stroke from the base of my cock. I watch as she slowly slides her lips over the head taking it out of her mouth. Then with her lips just touching the tip, she swallows it all. I kneel before her and kiss her. I taste my semen on her lips and breath as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I press my still hard cock against her soaked crotch, enfolding her in my arms as I kiss her. I then lean her back as I kiss my way back to her breasts. Her nipples are hard as I suck on them and massage her breasts, all the while grinding our crotches together. I then start kissing my way down her belly and hook my hands onto the waistband of her pants. I slide them down continuing to leave a trail of kisses along the way. I start leaving wet kisses on her pubic mound as I slide her pants and panties down to her ankles. I work my way to the top of her pussy, right where the folds begin. She moans as my lips brush the top of her hood. I lean back to take her pants the rest of the way off. As I do I see her pussy. Pale and puffy outer lips. Smooth pink labia protruding just a bit past the outer lips, just a hint of brown color on the edge. When the pants come off and she can spread her legs all the way open her tender labia open showing a dark pink entrance that looks smooth and slick topped by a rosy clit almost as big as a dime. I lean forward, smelling her musky scent. I trail my tongue up one soft labia then the other one. I slowly rub my tongue across her clit then I run the tip up under the hood and move tip back and forth for a moment. She moans and squirms as I do this. I now run my tongue down to her opening and slide it in, getting a full taste of her sex. I press in hard, pushing my tongue in as deep as I can into her vagina. I move my tongue in and out, fucking her with it. Her juices taste amazing as I start to suck a little bit as I tongue fuck her. She grabs my head and pulls it against her. Grinding on my face as she does. She moans aloud “oh oh oh” then she freezes. I taste her cum as it starts to come out. I move my tongue up to cup her peehole and suck as she squirts into my mouth. She groans loudly and starts to shake as I do this. She fills my mouth with her tangy juices and I have to swallow again and again as I suck her orgasm out of her. I move back just a bit and gently move my lips up and down her pussy. She tenses when they brush her clit, still super sensitive after her climax. I move to the side and start kissing her outer lips. I can taste the juices from her first orgasm as I touch my tongue to her skin. I move down one then up the other. Then down again and low across the crack that hides her puckered hole. She sucks in a breath at that. I lift her knees up with my hands spreading her cheeks apart showing her darkened skin around her anus. I move forward and push my tongue onto her hole. I taste a dark flavor as my tongue does circles on her asshole. After a bit her anus starts to relax and I slide my tongue into her asshole. She clenched down on it but relaxes as I slide it in and out slowly. I work her ass for a few minutes then I move back up her pussy to her clit, letting her legs back down as I do. She moans as I start to lick it. Slowly at first, up and down, side to side. She moans yes when I suck it into my mouth and rub it vigorously with my tongue. She wraps her legs around my back and holds my head on her pussy with her hands. She grinds on my face as she moans. Then she freezes. I keep sucking and tonguing her clit as I feel her squirt onto my chin, soaking my beard and running down her crack and my chest. When she is done I slowly move back, her legs coming from around my back. I use my shirt to soak most of the dripping juices from my beard. Then I come up to my knees, resting my hard cock on her pussy. I grab it and move it across her soft, wet pussy. Back and forth, moving down a bit as I do. Then I push the engorged head up between her outer lips and her inner labia. Up and down on one side then again on the other. Then I put my head on her clit and run it down her sex, across her opening and into her crack. I push in a bit and run my coco back up. I feel my head pressing into her ass as I move up past it. I slip into her hole a bit as I come up, rubbing hard against the top of her vaginal opening. I pull my skin back hard making my pisshole open a bit as I run it up to her clit. I stop with her clit resting atop of my open peehole. I memorize just how it looks before running my cock back down to her enterance. I move my cock up and down, feeling her soft labia run over my naked head. Then I push myself into her, thrilling as I feel the silken heat and wet velvet of her bare vagina on my skin. She gasps as I go all of the way in, filling her completely. I start to saw in and out, watching her tots bounce as I thrust into her. I grab her hips and start to speed up as she moans. I bend forward and kiss her as I fuck her, placing a hand on her breast as I do. She kisses back pushing her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues swirl together as I pound in and out of her. She tenses and moans into my mouth as she clamps down on my cock. Her orgasmic juices flowing around my dick and dripping off my balls. Her orgasm sets me off. I pull back and look her in to eyes as my member swells inside of her. I thrust deep as I ejaculate into her naked pussy. Her eyes go wide as she feels my hot semen spill deep inside her. With each thrust I shoot more into her. As my climax tapers off I keep my dick inside of her. “That was amazing” I say as I rock my hips a bit. “I'm not on birth control” she states. “Don't worry about it” I say as I slowly thrust in and out of her. I lean back and grab my phone. I open up the camera and take a picture of her naked upper body. “What are you doing?” she says as she covers her breasts with her arms. “I get pictures of all of the beautiful women I sleep with. That way I can remember just how beautiful you are”. I lean back a bit and snap a pic of my cock still half way buried in her vagina. “You might as well let me. I keep them just for myself, promise.” “Ok” she says I pull out and position the camera towards her pussy. Click. “Hey, spread yourself open for me.” She reaches down and spreads her lips open for me. Click. “Squeeze some of my mum out now.” Click. I stand up and take a full body shot of her. “Hey what is you number? Let's make this a regular thing.” She gives me her number and I save it under Rebecca. “We need to get dressed before my wife gets here.” I say as I grab my clothes and start to dress. She dresses as well. I dig out my wallet and hand her a couple of twenties. “That should cover your ride.” “Thanks” she says. I lead her to the door. I lean in and kiss her for a moment. “I'll call you after a while.” I say as I open the door. “Bye” she says as she leaves. I light a scented candle and flip the couch cushion we came on over. Hope that covers the smell I think as I head for the shower.

I’m bisexual. My friends all think I’m straight, or at least my real orientation is nothing but suspicion on their parts. I’m in love with my best friend, Jessie. He doesn’t know. He can never know. I’m currently involved with an amazing girl, Anna. She’s ridiculously horny so I get to have sex all the time, and she knows I have no feelings for her whatsoever, and probably never will. She just doesn’t know why. The kicker is that her best friend, Emma, is also involved (for lack of a better word) my best friend. Now, if I were to tell her why I didn’t have feelings for her, I would have to tell her about Jessie. At which point, she’d probably hate me, because I think she assumes I don’t do feelings as a rule more than I just don’t have feelings for her. If Anna knew, then Emma would know, and then Jessie would know, and then it would get really awkward. So for the time being, Anna cannot know either. How do you keep love a secret? “Where are we?” Anna turns toward me in bed. The lights are all off but the ambience of the city creeps in through the windows and I can see the outlines of her breasts above the covers rising and falling while she breathes. “We’re in my bed.” Ambiguity is my weapon of choice. “Zack, please. Look, we’ve been…sleeping together…for what, three weeks now? I know you don’t have feelings for me, but…” her fingers trace the line of my jaw. I can’t see her eyes, but I can tell that she’s looking directly at me, “I need to know more about what’s going inside your head. I still feel as though you know me a lot better than I know you.” It was true; I did know her a lot better than she knew me. I had purposely kept it that way. I don’t like to lie, so I’d rather keep my feelings hidden away then confront them. What was I doing with her anyway? We had something, it obviously wasn’t nothing, but how is it fair to carry on like this—to either of us—when I could never commit? But the physical chemistry between Anna and me… Wow! “You know plenty about me.” I smiled and pressed my face into her hand so that she could feel my smile even if she couldn’t see it. Slowly, I raised my arm out of the covers and traced her areolas, causing her nipples to tighten. She breathed sharply and leaned in for a kiss. Our mouths found each other in the darkness we bit at each other’s lips before trading tongues in a deep embrace. Sidling closer, Anna’s hand that had been on my face found its was to the back of my head where she ran it though my hair and pulled me in deeper. Her other hand began to creep down my chest and across my abs. She found me, already erect, and smiled into the kiss, breaking it to nibble her way down my jaw line to my neck. Her mouth closed on my neck, her teeth scratching my skin sensually. She bit my shoulder hard, knowing that a little pain always turned me on more. She kissed my chest, nibbling and blowing on each nibble once before running her nose down my stomach to the prize. I watched as she leaned over my 7 1/2 inch dick. Her right hand was slowly pumping it as her left scratched through my chest hair. Her large breasts swayed with the motion. Because of the way she had positioned herself I had a fairly good view of her shaved, quivering vag, aching for attention of its own. I knew what I wanted. I pull both of her legs up over me so that she was straddling my face while she prepared to engulf me. The blankets had been tossed aside long ago. Then she dove in. Her warm mouth was like heaven around my shaft as she pumped the base rhythmically, her tongue working sensual wonders. Desiring to equalize the pleasure I leaned up and began teasing her clit with my tongue, sliding my index finger past my face into her cavity to rub her g-spot. Her pleasured moans reverberated on my dick and only made me stimulate her clit with increased fervor. I could sense myself approaching release and slipped a second finger insider her. The combination of the clit stimulation and double g-spot rub pushed her over the edge and she moan deeply while swallowing me whole. That was new! Most girls couldn’t get all of me down without gagging. Her surprisingly skilled throat muscles finished me off and we came together. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of me as my dick plopped out of her mouth and onto my right thigh, still leaking. She rolled off to my right side and panted, giggling with post coital happiness. I reached my right arm under her leg and placed it back on her cunt, slipping a finger inside with one more on her clit. I didn’t mean to pleasure her, but there was something very comforting about having my fingers inside of a girl. She sighed appreciatively and leaned her head against my leg. We fell asleep in this position. “So, what’s the deal with you and Emma?” I looked up at Jessie inquisitively. We were eating dinner at one of the smaller campus eateries. He was in the middle of a bite. I had timed the question that way, knowing that he would have to pause before answering, increasing the likelihood that he would take the question seriously. “What’s the deal with you and Anna?” Too much to hope for. “She knows that I have no feelings for her.” “That’s it?” “That’s it.” Pause. He didn’t feel like answering my original question, so I asked again, “What’s the deal with you and Emma?” “We’re involved.” “Do you like her?” Pause. He was very uncomfortable with the question, and I was enjoying every moment of it. He looked away from me, perhaps searching for the correct answer among the rest of the patrons. While his gaze was distracted I took the opportunity to soak in his beauty. Jessie and I look a little similar, we both have brown hair and brownies eyes, but that’s where the similarities end. I’m in pretty decent shape, but his body fucking rocks. I don’t know what he did before college to make it so awesome, but it worked (I’ve seen him changing before). He’s also blessed with no torso hair past a naturally trimmed happy trail. Don’t get me wrong, I love my own chest and belly fur, but I tend to be more attracted to the less hairy guys. I also happen to stand about three or four inches taller than him. I can’t do him justice by describing all of his attributes individually, because it’s the combination that works so well, but suffice it to say, he’s fucking beautiful, and most everyone would agree. His eyes returned from the crowd and I sharpened my eyes from the lovesick glaze that had fallen over them a second ago. “I’m happy…” That answer hurt me more than he could have known. We finished eating and headed back to his room. When we got there I threw down my stuff while he put on music. I didn’t come here very often, it didn’t feel great to be here, and he didn’t actually invite me over that much. We usually hung out in my room, granted my room is much more awesome. We wedged open his door to let music into the hall as took a soccer ball out to kick back and forth. I had stopped grilling him about Emma and an awkward silence fell over us until he asked, “You don’t like her?” “Anna?” “Yeah.” “No, I don’t.” “Why not?” “’Cause I don’t.” What would he do if I told him why not? “That’s hardly an answer.” “It’s a perfectly legit answer. I simply don’t have feelings for her.” “Is that ‘cause you are just devoid of anything or ‘cause you like someone else?” I guess if he’s going to ask this directly, “Because I like someone else.” “Who?” He didn’t seem very interested; it was as if he was talking to his mom or something. I imagined him asking all of the questions while thinking about something else…just going through the motions of grilling me. My heart was racing. “Doesn’t matter.” “Why not?” “’Cause they don’t like me.” “How do you know?” “I just do.” “You sure?” I was just getting pissed now, “Fine, do you like me?” “Yes.” WHAT? “Wait, what?” “…What?” He stopped the ball under his foot and smiled at me. Damn that smile. “You…like me? Like, really like like me?” “Yeah, I like like you.” “Fucking dick!” I bum rushed him, pinning him against the wall with one hand pressed up against his throat and the other holding his right arm tightly. I paused there, my face merely five or six inches from his. This didn’t make any sense, I had been hitting on him for the entire time I had known him and he not once slipped me anything that could be considered a signal of any sort. Though perhaps his so perfectly straight a performance could have clued me into how planned it must have been. But then again, I was probably just over thinking things. I tend to do that. My right hand on his throat moved to the back of his head and into his hair; my left hand down to his waste. His hands mirrored mine on me and I leaned in close, tasting his exhalations. I paused an inch from his mouth and savored the anxiety, letting him come to me. With a surge of energy Jessie bounced his back off the wall and came crashing into my face with a ravage hunger. Our mouths and tongues interlocked in a kiss I had wanted for at least a year. He kept coming at me and had me up against the opposite wall. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies, groping, scratching, kneading, anything to bring our groins and faces closer together. And then I woke up with a start, my breathing extremely heavy. Anna was still sleeping soundly and my hand was still resting slightly insider her. The ambient city lights outlined my erection pointing straight up. A fair amount of precum had begun to leak from the tip. I mumbled a curse and then leaned back down onto the mattress to return to my slumber, hoping to pick up where I left off.

Man it was a great day today…and I think I might have found someone with some class….Man I am glad. Her name’s Natasha…the first time I saw her man I nearly fainted with joy. She was about 5’9…2 inches shorter than I…she had her hair falling round her shoulders was. She was wearing a black dress…a business suit but hell if some one could look like that in a simple dress…I can’t even imagines how she would look in her lingerie. I realized I must stop staring at her like a ninny so I looked at boss in the eye…whose office I was in by the way The Ace Of Hearts is back in business…my boss told me is that she is the woman from the company we were dealing with…man I was surprised apparently Nats had tried a variety of jobs including teaching I wonder what she taught maybe ball juggling. I had to do my job…so I went with her to inspect the dam…while coming back our car broke down near my house. Or conversation had been way to formal…I realized this was my chance to turn it on.I offered to walk her home. I guess i should use this oppurtunity to describe her now she's one of those people who can make heads turn wherever she goes. She's a latikna...n from wat i cud see her breasts were natural n her ass was a perfect heart... Now she agreed but said that i would have to promise that i will not try to seduce me..not looking ame in the eye... "OK...i promise but my nanny used to say promises are made to be broken u no like pie crusts..." I decided to take a shortcut through a lane but apparently Nats was drawing eyes to her...well then a group of street punks leered at her n said "Hey Honey...Wat abt my place tonight i promise i pay for dinner. " I realised this was the ideal oppurtunity si i shouted back -"Sorry guys but i am already taken." Man that was fun...the all stared at me n then Nats burst out laugh n man those boobs were natural all right i could tell by the way they jumped... One look at her n Ace decided he had aced yet one more... ((((((ACE's DESCRIPTION Man the guy's incredible....he's built like a greek god. Tom Cruise n Brad Pitt couldn't be more appealing she thought. I wonder how big he's 9 maybe 10.)))))))))) At Ace's place Ace asked wat she wud like to drink he caught her smiling...he wondered wat cold be wrong n he asked her.... She replied--"I can't believe u said that to those guys. I really started liking u" 'Ya' i replied ' i like myself too' N i squashed on the couch looking for the remote when Enrique Iglesias's crooning came to my ears...n wat i saw as i turned back had my 12 inch cock screaming bloody murder. There she was Natasha had striped n was wearing nothing but some pink panties..her braest bounced as she walked he nipples on those golden hemispheres stickin out proud erect...those long legs seemed to give her the added height. As she came closer to me i saw those lips beatiful i thought to myself as i passed out to extreme ecstacy. That one kiss wrapped up the essebntials of love making. The two tounges touching, exploring n then moving away. After that she opened my jeans... she gasped out as my cock sprang free n knocked her on the chin...she slowly wrapped me up in her mouth n tried to swallow the whole load but coould not manage it for 7 minutes i held not wanting to burst in her face but could not quite manage it. She sucked the whole thing. Oh! n the pleausure was awesome....like i was fuckin ten girls at once. SHe then dropped her panties away it was my turn to gasp as i saw those wonderful lips man i was sure i wan in heaven. As my whole 12 inches went up her tunnel i fucked her cunt bone dry for almost fifteen minutes after which she begged me to stop. I replied i would if she promised to cook me dinner her place n she would have to pay... Well she agreed n i got her to sign the office contract she was in here to get it signed for double the amount they had originally agreed upon. I drove her hgome n all the time she begged me to come over her place. I promised i would I went to the office and collected $500 from boss as i gave him the contract.

The semester had ended, me and my girl friend was on our way home from school. It was about a four hour drive so we were just getting rolling on the highway, when Rose(my girlfriend) started flashing truckers as they passed by. Rose is about 5'7" , 165 pds, 36D breast, long brown hair and a very tight ass. She ask if i wanted to have some fun because all the attention was making here horny. "Hell Yes" is what blurted out without hesitation. I started to rub her erect nipples, as she moaned ever so slightly. Cars were driving by blowing the horn as they saw my ripe breats stand at attention as she rub her hand acrossed them . She she slowly slipped her hand down into here shorts and started to rub on her pussy. Watching her please herslf gave me a hard-on like no other. She asked me if i liked what she was doing. She could tell by the bulge in my pants i was enjoying every minute of it. Rose tilted her seat back and pulled off her shorts and began to finger her pussy. She finger her pussy and played with her tits while i rub on my dick. I could she her juices dripping from her fingers as they went in and out of her. She began rub the jucies on her nipples and licking it off. She turn and laid back across my lap as i began to finger fuck her wet pussy as she rub on her breast. The moans of pleasaure rang out as the other vehicle pass by and blew their horn in amazement. She pulled my hand out of her pussy and began to lick my fingers cleaning them, then she pushed them back deep inside of her. I rub her clits soflty and fingered her pussy with quick thrust. She moved her body up and down as i moved my fingers in and out of her. Then she began to scream "Don't Stop, don't stop, don't stop. She shook and quivered on my hand as the juices flowed out of her all over my hand. Taking my hand she licked some of her cum off my finger and I licked the rest. Thinking it was over she got on all four and started to rub on my cock and bite on my nipples. Pulling my throbbing cock from my shorts, i could feel her warm mouth surround the head of my cock. As she licked the shaft of my long member I began to rub on her round ass. While she sucked my cock i finger fucked her ass. I started with one finger and worked my way up to two. We both enjoyed the attention as we sreamed and moaned for more. I could feel my load about to blow as i scream i'm about to cum and she open wide and receive all my load in her hot steamy mouth. At that same moment the horn blows became clear again and when i look up some how i was driving down the wrong side of a four lane highway as cars swerve to keep from hitting us. Until this day we don't know how we got across the median onto on coming traffic.

Kate's daddy leaned against the door of his big BMW waiting for the party to finish. It was just past 10.00pm and the evening was warm. His wife had asked him to pick up their daughter Kate and bring her home. Out of the evening gloom, a young girl of 16 appeared smiling warmly. It was Kate wearing well...almost nothing. A short mini skirt and a tight fitting top with bare midriff. She was already over 175cm and her long, lithe legs; toned upper body, pert breasts, cascading blonde hair and her exceptionally pretty face made for an intoxicating combination. In a word, she was hot. Kate leaned softly against Daddy and brushed his cheek with her lips. “Thanks for coming Daddy. I’ve had such a good time” She climbed in showing a great expanse of thigh. Daddy tried not to look. After all Kate was his daughter. They set off home. After a few minutes, Kate spoke in a hesitant voice “Daddy, can we stop somewhere so we can chat for a bit. I need to discuss some things with you” ‘Sure’ said Daddy ‘ and pulled off the road into a deserted truck stop. ‘Yes darling, what is it” ‘Daddy.....well...umm....all the other girls were talking about how great ...um...oral sex is and....um....I’ve never done it and I want to so much” Daddy was stunned at his daughter’s words. Inwardly, he knew that he would be resentful of any guy having sex with his pretty darling daughter. However, he had to stay balanced. ‘Well Kate, oral sex is very nice, can be fantastic in fact and I am sure you will have your opportunity eventually” ‘Yes but all the boys I know are such complete losers. I’m sure they have no idea. I would like my first time to be with someone experienced. She paused and then said quietly “Daddy, tell me what’s it like when you and Mummy do it?” Daddy blushed from embarrassment and looked away. “Well.um..I can’t answer that because Mummy and I don’t have oral sex. Um....she does not like giving oral and I stopped giving oral to her about five years ago. Kate gasped and looked at him in silence for a while “Oh, poor Daddy. That’s awful. We’re both in the same situation – we both want it and can’t find someone to do it with” The beautiful logic of what she was saying hung in the air and slowly sank into the minds of Daddy and Kate. A sexual tension was evident before Kate spoke again very quietly. “Daddy...um...will you do oral to me please....please Daddy and I will give oral it to you. I will try so hard to make it nice for you. Please Daddy. I want to do it so badly. I want you to lick my pussy and I want to suck your big Daddy cock. Please Daddy, I want you to drink my cum juice and I want to swallow your hot sperm.” She leaned across in her excitement and put one arm on his shoulder. Unintentionally, she put her other hand on her Daddy’s upper thigh where his erection had been hiding. Her hand came down on Daddy’s stiff cock. “Oh” she exclaimed ‘Oh Daddy, is that your big fat cock? Is your cock stiff because of me? Oh Daddy, I love you so much and she squeezed Daddy’s cock in her small hand. Any misgivings that Daddy might have had disappeared in that instance. Fuck he was so stiff and it had been so, so long. Yes, he would give oral to his horny daughter and his cock stiffened further as he wondered what her juices might taste like....mmm Also, he trembled at the prospect of her little mouth sucking on his big cock head....mmmm “Darling, let’s go in the back” and watched in stunned silence as his daughter’s cute ass and legs starred him in the face as she clambered to the back. He followed her rapidly. “Kate darling...um...take your panties off honey” “Oh Daddy...if I was wearing any panties, they would be sodden by now”. Daddy gasped, overwhelmed by what she was saying and sat there open-mouthed. Kate put her hand softly on the top of her daddy’s thigh and slowly let her fingers travel over his cock. His organ stiffened rapidly under her gentle caress. Slowly massaging his bulging cock head with her slim fingers, she said “ Daddy, you make me so hot, let’s be naughty together, I promise to keep this as our special secret.” Seeing the glazed look in his eye, Kate continued “Please Daddy, please lick out my tight little pussy and suck my clit so I cum and then I am going to suck your cock and I want to swallow your lovely rich cream” Kate lay back on the long rear seat and spread her honey coloured thighs. Daddy could not help but groan in admiration. Her pussy was totally bereft of pubic hair and already her fleshy, swollen lips had spread slightly. He could see the moistness on her inner lips, so pink and inviting. In one slow, fluid motion, Daddy leaned forward and ran his wet tongue lightly across his daughter’s soft inner thighs, kissing and nibbling as he went. He inhaled deeply and savoured the raw sex aroma of this beautiful young woman. Pausing for a brief moment to admire her glistening folds, Daddy ran his tongue lightly from the bottom of her pussy to the top in one slow, languid movement. Kate moaned softly and arched her head back with her eyes closed, her hands reaching under her top to play with her swollen nipples. Daddy allowed his tongue to rest briefly at the top of her pussy lips before slowly extending the tip and burrowing deeper. With a small circular motion, his tongue wormed its way into her inner folds, receiving a welcoming sprinkle of delicious honeydew as he went. Daddy sighed contentedly as his tongue encountered the hard button of Kate’s young clit. Then leaning forward slightly, he enveloped her clit in a slow circular motion, allowing the back of his tongue to brush over her little sex button very gently. “Oh yes” Kate moaned, “that feels so good Daddy. Just there, just suck my little clit”. Daddy could feel her heat building up and her slippery juices starting to seep out over his face and the leather upholstery. He was determined not to rush – he wanted this first time to be memorable for Kate. Kate looked up, utter contentment on her face. She could see the lust and adoration on her Daddy’s face as his hard tongue went to work. She was very happy that this was happening and knew that many more sexy romps lay before them. Perhaps there would be another opportunity tomorrow morning when Mummy went to see Grandma. Kate was already very hot and knew that she would have a big orgasm soon. She leaned up and slipped off her top – she was wearing no bra – and revealed her swollen nipples that she rolled hard between her thumb and fingers. She opened her legs wider, much to her Daddy’s satisfaction. Warmly cocooned between his daughter’s legs, Daddy reached up with both hands and gently spread apart her puffy lips. He gasped with pleasure. Kate’s little clit soldier was guarding the entrance to her love tunnel. Her walls were glistening with her juices and Daddy could see them slowly dribbling down to her tunnel entrance. He could not resist burying his face deep into her folds and lapping up her tangy nectar. Then, turning his attention back to her clit, he rolled the end softly between his lips and flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue. Kate moaned gently beneath him and thrust her pussy higher – she wanted more, much more. She sensed she would cum soon and responded with a fresh trickle of pussy juice straight onto Daddy’s probing tongue. Daddy attacked her clit more vigorously, sucking and tweaking, caressing and teasing, nibbling gently all the time. He could feel a faint tremble building in her loins. She was making soft cooing sounds and breathing in ragged gasps, Her trembles became spasms as Daddy continued to excite her clit – he knew she was near to cumming so...reluctantly, he paused. “Oh Daddy” she screamed, “don’t stop, don’t stop...I’m almost there”. Daddy waited a few seconds while her breathing steadied and her spasms faded and then he started all over again. The response was immediate. Kate arched her body as her Daddy’s tongue once more found her love button. Unbelievable sensations were coursing through her body. “Oh Daddy...oh fuck.. This is so good....please ...ooooh...never stop” Her spasms quickly started again, this time building to a more frenzied level. Her face was flushed and her nipples were as hard as two small bullets. “Oh..Oh...Daddy....I’m going to cum....oooh...” Again Daddy stopped and gazed in awe at the copious amounts of sticky goo seeping from her drenched pussy before starting over again. By this time, Kate was in the throes of a continuous, low-level orgasm. Every sinew in her perfect young body was stretched tight. Her face was shiny with perspiration. She craved release. In between her ragged breathing, Daddy heard snippets of words. “want...cum....no......stop....” He could feel her orgasm building fast, He knew it would be big. Her tight little ass lifted off the slippery car seat as a long moan started deep in her throat. “Aaaagh...Daddy.....I’m...cuummmming...” she screamed. “Oh....fuck” Kate thought as her pussy started to explode. Right at that instant, Daddy sank one juice-soaked, finger deep into his daughter’s virgin ass and one more from his other hand straight into her gaping love hole, as far as her intact hymen. The effect was electric. She squealed as previously hidden sensations engulfed her and a jet of cum juice squirted out of her pussy. “Oh...oh...fuck....oooohhh..” she gasped As she orgasmed, Daddy could feel her puckered ass ring and pussy lips opening and closing on his fingers, trying to draw them in further. He had never experienced anything like it. His cock twitched and dribbled a dollop of pre-cum straining for release. For several long minutes, Kate lay there, her blond hair matted with perspiration and her eyes glazed with sexual fatigue. Slowly, her breathing settled. She opened her legs wide so she could see her Daddy, his face inches from her pussy and saturated with her sticky cum juices. “Daddy....that was the best... That was awesome. I’m the luckiest girl alive. I feel so horny....mmmm” Her eyes smouldered with lust as she continued “Daddy, I want it taste your hot sperm, every last drop.” As she got up and reached for her Daddy’s cock with a wicked smile on her face, she said “Daddy, you made me squirt and now I’m going to make you spurt....I‘m going to milk you dry...” Kate was desperate to see and taste her Daddy’s sperm. She had seen a few young boys ejaculate when she came them hand jobs though she had never tasted sperm. Also, her poor Daddy had not had oral for so long. It was so unfair. She promised herself she would suck her Daddy’s fat cock at any opportunity in the future. She felt so alive, so hot and, as they reversed positions, her little pussy squirted a small stream of cum juice....oooh, she shuddered with delight as she reached for her Daddy’s cock. In the confined darkness of the car interior, Kate rubbed her nipples and hoped that they would be covered in her Daddy’s sticky sperm very soon. She pulled down her Daddy’s chinos, and giggled with excitement when she realised he was not wearing any underpants either. His fat cock sprang to attention, about eight throbbing inches with a large bulbous cock head. She paused for a moment gazing in awe at her Daddy’s large, fat, throbbing cock as she realised it was about three times her age. So many memories, so many experiences that she wanted her Daddy to tell her all about but they would have to wait. “Kate darling” whispered Daddy Kate noticed the tension in his face and was puzzled “The last time I received oral sex was over twenty years ago, before I married Mummy. This is like my first time all over again. I just want you to know that I am the happiest person in the world right now....and I’ll try not to cum too quickly” Kate blushed and quietly resolved that, although she did not have any experience, she was going to try her best to give her Daddy and lover the best blowjob he had ever received. She leaned forward and massaged her Daddy’s heavy, muscular thighs before reaching around and kneading his buttocks. Daddy groaned in pleasure...it had been so long for him. Kate leaned down and ran her little pink tongue softly over her Daddy’s groin. With the tip of her tongue, she licked a little droplet of pre-cum from his cock head, feeling glad when he moaned in satisfaction. “Ummmm...nice taste” she thought Kate ran her wet tongue up and down her Daddy’s thick cock shaft and gently sucked on his balls. She nuzzled down deeper and licked the little sensitive area just under her Daddy’s balls. “Oh fuck” she heard him moan. The time had come. Opening her mouth, she opened her mouth wide and enveloped her Daddy’s cock between her lips and gradually began an up and down motion, all the time her tongue darting out to tease and lick his fat cock shaft. Her saliva dribbled down the length of his cock as she tried to take it in her mouth. Her right hand grasped her Daddy’s cock firmly while her left fondled his balls and massaged his prostate area. She heard him moaning deliriously. Kate sensed he would cum soon. She could feel a faint trembling starting deep in his loins. His balls were tightening and his cock head was swelling. She readied her mouth to receive his first spurt – she wanted to taste her Daddy’s sperm so bad. “aaaghhh...” she heard her Daddy cry “Kate, I’m cumming...” Suddenly a great creamy stream of sperm shot deep into her mouth. It was so delicious. The force of it caused her to withdraw her mouth in surprise. She gasped as she saw another spurt erupt from his cock and splatter over her face, then another and another...over her neck and breasts. Her pussy exploded again as another shuddering orgasm swept through her, juices pouring out over her Daddy’s legs. Daddy pulled her down in a tight embrace and licked his cum juices off her pert breasts. He pulled her face hungrily towards him and they kissed deeply for the first time. Both their saliva and the remnants of their respective cum juices mixed freely. For several long minutes, they lay there entwined in an intimate embrace, not saying a word as their breathing settled. The air heavy with the tell tale aroma of sex. “Fuck” said Daddy. “Yes, fuck,” said Kate They chuckled and kissed passionately like the furtive lovers they had become. They both knew they had crossed a threshold.

So about 6 months ago I met one of my friends sisters and we immediately became friends. we liked the same music and we always joked about things that no one else would understand. well one day i walked into the bathroom and i saw a pair of panties in the floor. they were small and multi-colored so i knew they were hers. now let me say that she is a very beautiful girl who i had fantasized about before but this just made me rage in my pants. I grabbed them off the floor and immediately checked for a stain in the crotch, BINGO! found a nice little spot and i shoved them to my nose and inhaled all of her scent. My cock throbbed at this. I stuffed them in my pocket for later, hoping she wouldn’t notice them missing. Well later that night I came home, alone, and laid down in bed. My cock shot straight up when I remember her panties were with me and now I could masturbate with them. I wrapped her cotton panties around my cock and started tugging and pulling at thoughts of her untouched pussy being soaking wet and wrapped around my cock. Within minutes I was shooting a huge load of thick cum into the crotch of her panties. I stuffed them in a dresser drawer for later use. However, a few days later my friend called me to see if we could hang out, so that meant going back to the “crime scene”. Well in my raging hard-on and sex-deprived state I had the thought of taking her panties back and putting them in her hamper so they could be washed and worn by her again. So I stuffed them in my pocket and drove to her house. The first thing I did was go to their bathroom and try to hide them amongst the other articles of clothing. Whilst diggin through her dirty hamper I felt something silky and smooth. Well hot damn purple silk boy shorts, and they had the strongest smell of pussy I had ever smelt other than the real thing. So it was an exchange program now. Bring one and take one. So this went on for a while until I got caught. I was being stupid and I forgot to shut and lock the bathroom door before rummaging through her clothes. She walked in and said “What are you doing?” I immediately came up with a pretty good excuse and I said “well I dropped something and I think it fell in here.” Well it was a decent enough lie to keep her from getting mad at me. She then started to help looking for the missing non-existent object and then she said “you didn’t really lose anything did you?” and I just shook my head, embarassed. She then asked what I was looking for and she wanted the truth. I told her that I was looking for her panties because I have a fetish and its what helps me get off. To my surprise she didn’t even get mad. She walked over do the door and shut it. She asked me if she could help with my problem and unbuttoned her pants, revealing the front of her panties to me. They were the same ones I found the first time. She then looked down at my crotch and I knew that meant I needed to lose my pants so off they went. My cock was standing tall by this time and all she could do was stare at it, so I pulled my boxers down to let my cock spring free. Off came her shirt and bra, revealing her small yet sexy tits to me. I put my hand up and reached for it as she stepped closer.she wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled me closer to her. We started kissing and rubbing each other, then I slid my hand down her back and inside the waistband of her panties. I pulled them down as I went down toa kneeling position to get a better look and sniff. It was heaven. I sat her down on the edge of the tub and spread her legs and began licking around her pussy. Occasionally she would let out a little sigh or moan. Then I swept my tongue across her lips and her legs tensed up slightly. She tasted like everything a woman should. I then began licking her aggressively, as she began to drip wet and moan more. She then pulled my face away from her pussy and said “just fuck me already!!” so I positioned myself over her , lining her up with me and I pushed my cock against her pussy. She looked into my eyes as I slid in, only to meet som very tight resistance. I pushed harder, poppong her cherry, and then sliding in pretty easily. She was in a little pain and I allowed her some time to adjust. Then she started moving back and forth against me, this was the sign that she was ready. So I began pushing my self deeper and deeper and pulling out, speeding up, and going harder. She started moaning the sexiest moans I had ever heard . she started gripping my cock tighter and tighter over the next few minutes and this was sending me over the edge with pleasure. I told her that I was gonna cum soon, and she just started moaning more and more, louder and louder. Then I said “….I’m going….to….cum..” and I attempted to pull out but she bucked and forced me back in and I lost it. I said “I’m cumming!” and she squeezed me and milked every drop out of me. So I pulled out and kissed her on the forehead. This gets better so don’t worry, check back for the second chapter.