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From Co-worker to Student Ch. 02

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This is part two of the first story I have written and felt compelled to put online. It is a work of fiction based heavily on events that I’ve experienced, a couple female friends, and other things that have shaped me as a person. While many people seem to prefer writing stories that get down to business, so to speak, I wanted this one to feel somewhat more realistic in terms of dealing with personal issues that come into play with a sexual relationship. Thanks for reading! I appreciate any comments, feedback, or advice.

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“Okay?” She responded a little surprised and unsure what I meant.

“I want to do it.” I smiled timidly.

“You’ve decided? Are you sure? I guess I am asking you to make a big decision.” She said. “Maybe you need more time to think about it.”

“Ann, I’ve always fantasized about losing my virginity to an older woman. I just never thought it would actually come true. So, yes, I’m sure.”

She put her chin back on her knees and peered at me thoughtfully making me feel rather uncomfortable.

“I want you to be absolutely sure about this, Scott. I think you need more time. I’d feel terrible if you woke up on Monday morning filled with regret.” She spoke slowly, as if she’d thought through every word and didn’t want to misspeak. “Why don’t you go home and pick up some clothes and anything else you think you might need if we spend time together. Take your time and think about it. If you don’t feel right about coming back, it’s okay.” She smiled as if to assure me she’d understand that decision. “If you come back, I’d be thrilled. Seriously Scott, I once felt the way you do about sex, and I understand where you’re at right now. But I think what you’ll gain from this would be more than just a weekend of sex. I hope we can become more than just co-workers.” She paused again, and shook her head slightly. “I don’t mean romantically. Just good friends…with benefits.” The smile returned to her face.

Of course I had already been considering what she was offering. My mind raced as she spoke. She was right, I decided. I would head home and figure out what to do. Being able to do so alone, free of the psychological pressure of her nearly naked body, would be a good thing.

We said our goodbyes and I walked to my car. As I started it up I saw her watching me from the front door. I don’t remember much about the ten minute drive other than thinking the whole time. I was back at my previous point of making a decision. I knew that the right thing to do was decline her offer. However her comment about what I’d gain had stuck with me. As I considered her meaning, I realized that I could come away not only with her as friend, one unlike I’d had before, but she might approach the situation as something of a teacher. I could ask her to go slow, and show me how to please a woman properly, things I could use when I finally marry. I knew there were plenty of questions that I could ask her on top of that.

I threw some clothes and toiletries into a bag, took a quick shower, and put on some clean clothes. I was ready, and still didn’t feel like I was set on what to do. So I flopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It was obvious that I couldn’t decide one way or the other just by thinking about it. And that’s when my longing for the physical sensations of a woman’s company took over. I stood up, grabbed my bag, and headed back to Ann’s house.

My way back to her house went fast. I made a point to put my decision out of mind. Dwelling on it was just going to distract me from the experience. I cranked up the volume of the CD I was listening to and thought about the next few days. “Oh crap!” I thought as I remembered that I was supposed to help a friend of mine move the next day. I didn’t need to do that until after lunch, so it would still give Ann and me some time to be together. I hoped it wouldn’t be reason enough for her to change her mind.

I pulled up to her house and saw the garage door opening so I pulled inside. She was standing next to my car as I got out. I wondered if she had been watching for me the whole time.

“I’m so glad you came back.” She whispered in my ear as she hugged me. She hadn’t put on any clothing while I was gone, opting to stay in only her bra and panties, but did have a blanket draped over her shoulders. As she hugged me tightly, I felt her breasts press against my chest. She smelled so good. Any remaining indecision I had at that point faded away. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

She grabbed one of my hands and led me into the house, not forgetting to close the garage door on the way inside. As she walked in front of me I notice a spring in her step like that of an excited little girl who was just granted a request that she’d long been denied. I dropped my bag near the kitchen table as she led me through to the living room.

We sat on the couch, facing each other. The television was on low volume and provided some nice background noise at a time when I really didn’t want to experience any awkward silences. There was only one light turned on, and it shone Cami Halısı softly such that it would have been hard to read a book, but one could still see everything in the room just fine. Ann shed the blanket, and sat at the end of the couch opposite me with her legs pulled up in front of her again and her chin on her knees. I couldn’t help but look down at her dark blue panties that were again pulled tight against her pussy lips. That sight alone stirred my hormones.

“I’m so happy Scott.” She spoke as we sat down. “I didn’t think you’d come back. I want you to know that I’m honored that you’re willing to let me be your first partner. It’s been a while since I last was intimate with a guy, so if I go too fast, tell me, okay?” I nodded and let her continue speaking. “I want to show you everything. God, that idea excites me so much. I still can’t get over the idea that you’ve never experienced so many things! I’m eager to show you the ropes. I promise I won’t disappoint you.” A huge smile formed on her beautiful face.

“When I was at home, that was the only thing I decided I wanted us to agree on. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about going slow and letting me understand everything.” I must have had a look of relief on my face because she reached out and put a hand on one of mine. “But there’s only one problem. I have to help a friend of mine move tomorrow. It’s not until after lunch though.”

“That’s okay.” She said, and then thought for a moment before continuing. “Would you want to come back after you’re done?”

“Oh. I hadn’t thought about that, but yeah, I’d love to.” I replied, thrilled by the idea.

“Good,” She replied, grinning. “I want you as much as I can have you this weekend. I hope you’re a night owl, because I think it’s going to be a late one for us.”

She stood up on her knees on the couch, and put a hand on the arm of the couch and another on the back of it, so she could lean over me. For a few seconds she was still, studying my face. I caught a glimpse of her modest cleavage out of the corner of my eye, and looked down at it. My mindset of the two of us being professionals threw up a red flag, and I blushed and muttered a quiet apology. As if to accept the apology, Ann leaned over more and put her lips to mine.

The kiss, or “The Kiss” as I remembered it since it was really my first really long passionate one, started slowly. True to her word, Ann took her time, keeping her lips shut as she pressed them against mine. I closed my eyes and sat up straight to meet her. The new sensations sent my head spinning. Her lips felt warm and soft like a down pillow. The perfume she was wearing was very mild and had a slight vanilla smell to it.

As we kissed her nose pressed against mine causing me to open my eyes. She still had hers closed, so I took the moment to watch her face. Her bangs hung over one side of her forehead because the way she parted her hair, for lack of a better way of describing it, wasn’t down the middle of her head. Her eyebrows were thin, and more of a dark blonde compared to that of her hair. They had a nice arch to them and were obviously something she took to grooming carefully. She was wearing just a little bit of eyeliner, but not much other makeup, which I found refreshing. I’d never really noticed it before, but she had lots of faint freckles on her cheeks. And her cheeks were accented by high cheekbones that weren’t too angular. Her nose was short and came to kind of a stubby point. I thought it was cute.

I brushed her bangs back and cupped the right side of her face in my hand for a moment before she pulled away. I watched her lips in anticipation of the kiss continuing. They weren’t exactly thin, but weren’t puffy either. Her top lip had a cupid’s bow in the middle, and her bottom lip was a little thicker and always seemed to be pursed as if she was going to speak. Sometimes at work I had noticed that, depending on her mood or what she was doing, her lips would have a slight pout to them.

“That was nice.” Ann said softly and gazed into my eyes before getting off of the couch. She motioned for me to move towards the middle cushion. I moved over and she sat on my lap in such a way that her legs were bent all the way, her knees were by my hips, and her crotch was resting above my thighs. She pressed her chest against mine and bit her lip. “You ready to do that again now that we’re a little more comfy?” She didn’t give me a chance to reply, not that I would have declined. Her arms went around my neck and she put one hand on the back of my head. I wrapped my arms around her and let my hands rest on her lower back.

This time the kiss grew much more passionate. Her head tilted slightly and her mouth opened right away, poking my lips with her tongue. I had no intent of resisting her progress, and gladly welcomed her exploratory gesture by shooting my tongue her way. The taste of a woman’s mouth was something I had often wondered about, but eventually assumed that unless she was a smoker or had recently consumed something, that her mouth would Cami Halıları probably not taste like anything. I would say that held true with Ann. Aside from the wonderful passion of the kiss, it was the wet warm feel of her tongue and lips that I noticed.

“God, I feel like I’m in high school again.” She said as she paused for a breath. “I just wish those guys were as patient a kisser as you seem to be.”

She kissed my cheek and then my neck as she scooted her body even closer to me. Her crotch was now pressing against mine. My cock, which I hadn’t noticed while we were kissing, was now very hard and pointed upwards. She noticed it and let out a little “Mmm” as if to give her approval of my arousal. Her chest was now pressing hard against me as well. Those soft breasts of hers sandwiched between us. I wrapped my arms around her again and hugged her tightly. This simple feeling of having a woman’s weight pressing against me was something I had often longed for on nights when I was feeling lonely. It was just as good as I had hoped.

When she finally pulled away I had leaned my head back and my eyes were closed. I was getting so into how it felt having her laying kisses on my neck and ears that I felt a little disappointed when she stopped.

“Oh Scott, I’m so horny right now.” She spoke softly. Her words were a far cry from the professional choice of words I was used to hearing from her at work. “You’ve made my panties wet now. You promised not to get any more of my clothes dirty, naughty boy.” She smirked at me and pressed her nose against mine. I couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. “I guess I can let it go this time.”

“I hope so. All I was doing was sitting here.” I said and laughed again.

“That’s not how it feels to me.” She said as her eyes darted down for a moment, her way of pointing out my erection. “It’s good to know you’re enjoying this too.” She sat back a bit and laid her hands on my chest. “Can I take off your shirt?”

“Sure.” I said.

She took her time undoing the buttons and then pulling it out from being tucked into my pants. I helped her pull it off of my arms. Then she expertly removed my t-shirt by pulling it up over my head.

“Much better.” She stated while examining me. I’ve always been kind of a skinny guy. Most of my strength is in my legs thanks to running regularly. But my upper body was still in shape, just a bit on the thin side. I also had a fair amount of dirty blonde hair on my chest. She ran her hands from my shoulders down to my elbows, and then over to my pectorals where she stopped and looked into my eyes.

“You feel good Scott.” She was about to say something more, but stopped for a moment. “Do you want to see mine now?”

I smiled slightly and just nodded. I’d seen plenty of breasts while browsing the internet, and had copped a feel here and there in the past. But I never had this type of up close and personal encounter with them before.

“Okay, I didn’t think you’d say no.” Ann laughed. “I hope you like them.”

She lifted her arms up and put her hands behind her head making her chest pull upward and her breasts swell a bit. I was actually surprised that they looked smaller than what I was expecting after seeing her figure in her work clothes. And even though she’d been in just the bra this whole time, I didn’t take time to really look at her chest closely. Regardless, I was not disappointed at all. I’d never been very interested when seeing pictures of big breasted women before.

“I want you to take off my bra. Just reach around behind me and unhook it.” She instructed me. I reached around her back to manipulate the hook mechanism, and in doing so found us face to face again. She kissed me on the lips as I quickly learned how this bra worked. It took a few moments of fiddling with it, but I managed to unhook it. Ann felt that I had been successful, broke the kiss, and lowered her arms so that she could hold the straps.

“Okay, now sit back again.” She ordered as she placed her hands on the cups of the navy blue bra. Slowly she pulled the cups downward while watching my face closely. I bit my lip anxiously as her tits were fully exposed. They were, as I theorized earlier, smaller than I was thinking, but nothing for her to be ashamed of. They fit her frame and build very nicely.

“Do you like them?” She asked quizzically.

“Very much,” I said. “They’re perfect on you. Now you get to see just how inexperienced I am. What size are they?”

“Oh hon, lots of men don’t have a clue about bra sizes.” She chuckled. “Mine are about a 32B right now, but that changes as my weight changes. Sometimes they’ll get up to a 34C, sometimes they get a little smaller. But this is pretty average for me.” She cupped them in her hands and looked at them with me. “You really like them? I’ve always thought they were a little small.”

“No, they’re perfect. And I’m not just saying that because you’re letting me see them. They really look good with how you’re built.” I hoped she believed that I was being completely honest with her. “Besides, I never thought fake ones looked that good.”

“Well if a young man like you approves, that means a lot. I do have to admit that I think they’ve aged well.” She said, and I nodded in agreement. They didn’t sag much, and the little sag that was there didn’t do anything to make them look bad.

Ann watched me intently as I inspected her now bare chest. Her breasts were very symmetrical. The areolas were between and inch and an inch and a quarter in diameter, and her hard nipples were maybe a touch under a half inch across. The tits as wholes were firm enough that the profile of each looked like a half pear pressed against her chest. The area between her breasts and her upper chest was covered with freckles like those on her face. I smiled at her after observing all of this, and she returned it with a big grin. I think she finally believed my comment about them being just right for her.

“I’m glad you like how they look. But I want to you know if you like how they feel and taste and smell, okay?” She had taken my face in her hands as she said it.

“I’d love to.” I admitted.

“First I want to tell you a few things though.” She said as she put her hands on my shoulders. “Never forget that to give the entire thing attention. Many guys just play with the nipples, and while the nipples are sensitive as hell, the whole tit feels good when it’s touched.” Then to demonstrate she put her hands under the breasts and cupped them again and roughly ran her hands over them as she said this. “The nipples are much more sensitive, like I said. A friend of mine once described them as being hotwired to the clit, and I’m inclined to agree with her. If you want to get a woman hot down below,” She said as she gave her pussy a firm pat with one hand and then brought her hand back up to the bare breast. “Make sure you start by pleasuring the nipples and the rest of the breasts.”

I had given her my full attention as she told me this stuff, and now took a moment to digest all of it. I already felt that her knowledge was well worth knowing. My smile grew as I thought about it.

“Now,” She continued. “I want to feel your hands and mouth on them.” Her hands went to my shoulders again for a moment and she smiled at me as she anticipated the upcoming pleasure she was going to receive. Then she rose up so she was standing on her knees and her tits were level with my face. She brought her arms around my neck and laid them on my back and gently pulled me towards her.

I didn’t want to use my mouth right away, so I had to nudge her away from me. I quickly and carefully took her breasts in my hands. I was surprised at how soft they were.

“Wow, they’re so soft.” I said quietly. My wonderment was obvious in my voice.

“Yes they are.” She said, and sighed as I continued touching her.

First I simply held them in my hands. The only thing that I can think of to compare them to is the softest loaf of bread you might find at the market. Not so soft that they flatten under pressure, but very soft nonetheless. As I finally got over this new discovery, I slowly traced my fingertips along the underside and then around the top of each one simultaneously. After that I took them in my hands so that the undersides pressed against my palms and the nipples were against the middle of my hands. I still couldn’t get over how soft they were.

“Don’t be afraid to be a little rough with them. Not too much though, they’re sensitive. But some nice firm squeezing feels really good.” She said as she watched my hands.

Understanding what she meant, I put the webbed part of my hand between my thumb and index finger under each one and pushed up so I could hold each breast completely in my hands. Once I had a comfortable grasp on them, I gave a gentle squeeze, bringing a satisfied sigh from Ann.

“There you go hon. Use your mouth too.” She whispered to me.

“I will. I want to take time to enjoy this.” I told her. But I was ready to taste these lovely mammaries. I pulled my hands away, licked my lips so that they were softer, and kissed each nipple very gently. No need to get her too excited too quickly. At that moment I wished I had two mouths so that I could give both nipples attention at the same time, but decided that I would do my best to give them both equal time in my mouth.

When I was about to begin exploring with my mouth, I decided that I needed a better angle at which to do it. I put my hands on Ann’s hips and pulled her to me so that her crotch was pressing against mine. Then I put my hands behind her lower back and started to lean forward. Ann knew what I was trying to do, and she put her arms around my neck and leaned back. Now I was able to suckle her chest and have her body snuggly pressing against me.

Her nipples were hard, and the way they reached straight up almost seemed like an invitation for a passing mouth to stop and spoil them with pleasure. I started on her left breast. Taking one hand from behind her, I cupped the tit from underneath and pushed it upwards slightly, making it swell more and causing the nipple to protrude even more. While I used my mouth on it, I did my best to continue a gentle massage with my hand. Finally I was ready to let my lips and tongue make contact.

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Handsome Pt. 02 Ch. 01

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Chapter 1

Party Girls

I’ve decided to end Handsome rather abruptly.

I’ve done this because I was about to enter into my first serious relationship and felt a fresh start was needed to keep this meaningful turn my life separate from what had occurred before.

Twenty-one chapters into a story is not the time to count on the reader understanding the difference between this girl and the others preceding her. And so, I’ve made a slight break in the sequence of the story by making this Handsome, Part 2.

Her name was Hayley, and what we had was far more than puppy love. There’s no telling how long we would have remained together had the fates not intervened. But that’s the story and that’s why I’m making this a separate story.

We pick up essentially where the last chapter of Handsome ended, so let’s get on with it.

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With school finished, certain parents went on vacation, leaving both their kids and homes available for the ultimate summer partying. Hayley Masters had parents who were independently wealthy, and traveled the world every summer. With Hayley having just turned eighteen, she convinced them to allow her to remain home when they flew off to Greece.

Further, they left her with a brand new spanking red Corvette.

She had just picked me up, and we were tooling along the highway doing 95 with nary a trooper in sight when she popped the question.

“When are we gonna fuck, Bree?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Hayley.”

“Bullshit, you’ve been busy humping that woman over on Elm Street. Everybody knows it.”

“Everybody knows shit,” I replied, following my rule never to discuss my women.

“C’mon, Bree, you’re the talk of the school. All the girls trade stories about you.”

With that she let one hand leave the wheel and lightly scratched my thigh. I laughed and brought her hand onto my rising boner.

“OH!” she barked, and momentarily lost control of the Corvette.

“Watch what the fuck you’re doing, Hayley!”

“Sorry … wanna go to may place?”

“Anyone home?”

“No, the maid comes by tomorrow to clean and stuff.”

“Okay then. By the way, I’m fresh out of rubbers, got any?”

“There must be a gross or two in my father’s room.”

“It’s nice to be prepared. Does he have any other niceties around?”

“Ton’s of shit.”

“You mean grass?”

“That and lots of other shit.”

Great, let’s get it on.”

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Hayley was naked. Her dark skin glistened with sweat as she stretched out on the bed and pushed my head away from her crotch.

“Stop, please…” she laughed, weakly. I’d learned quickly enough that she loved oral; could come repeatedly, and was now sitting in a puddle of her own juices. I got up and found a towel to put under her ass, and then tied her wrists to the headboard, and dove down between her thighs again.

I stayed there for a long time, listening to her shrieks and repeated climaxes, marveling at the fact that we were alone in the vastness of her home. She had told me it was over 10,000 square feet, not counting the guest house on the other side of the pool.

I found her to be excessively clean. Perhaps she was the cleanest girl/woman I’d ever been with. Maybe she was neurotic about her over-washing, trimming, shaving and deodorizing, but it was no skin off my ass, so why object?

Whatever Hayley thinks about her cleanliness’, I personally found her a delicious morsel.

I took another little lick, off the tip of her labia, now swollen and sticking out like little pink muffins.

Hayley moaned, and then said pleadingly. “Let me go.”

“Why?”

She giggled. “I need to pee.”

That made me laugh along with her, but I didn’t relent.

“What will you give me if I let you go?”

“Oh, you know I’ll give you anything sweetie,” she purred.

I sat astride her, my boner and balls resting against her soft warm belly, and reached for her wrists, tied with a red silk sash knotted into a decorative bow. I pulled one loose.

“What if I told you I want to fuck your little ass?”

Her eyes flashed, I sensed little Hayley was aroused at my talking dirty to her.

“Fine … but I need to pee and clean up … you know, especially back there.”

I told her that I liked her when she was sweaty and hot.

Hayley bit her lip. I saw she was serious. “No, I need to, really.”

I reached up, and loosened the other sash. Her hands were free. I kissed her, slowly, sucking her tongue into my mouth, nibbling on her lips. She started wiggling around impatiently, and finally broke the kiss.

“Sorry sweetie, I really have to…”

I let her go, mumbling, “Yeah, yeah,” and watched her disappear into the bathroom for a while. I may have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Hayley was tugging at the wet towel under my ass.

“Gotta throw this in the laundry, sweetie,” she was saying, as she dragged it out from under me.

I said nothing, having a sense of relief at the feel of the cool dry silk sheets now Cami Halısı sticking to my semi-wet ass.

“Hey,” she said in greeting on her return.

“Hey yourself,” I replied, smiling at her.

She ran her hands up and down her body, stroking her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and then turned and put her ass toward my face. It had been scrubbed nine ways from Sunday. Both inside and out, of that I was sure.

“Like it?” she asked.

“C’mere!” I growled, and dismissed any idea of having to restrain her, even lightly.

She giggled and caressed her rear; and then ever so delicately, Hayley slid her hands between her cheeks, leaned forward, and looking over her shoulder and straight into my eyes, pulled them apart to display the freshly washed cleft.

My finger trailed down the small of her back, across the sensitive pucker of her ass and in between her legs. Hayley groaned excitedly and crawled into bed next to me.

“It’s nice and clean for you, sweetie.”

“Thank you, baby, I appreciate a clean ass. I really do.”

But I didn’t jump right in, knowing there would be a greater reward if I brought Hayley along slowly. And so, I began making love to her by kissing her ear; sucking at her earlobe until she let out a quiet but satisfied moan. Only then did I release the lobe and move slowly across her face to her chin. We engaged in a torrid kiss; swapping saliva and dueling with our tongues. Until I decided to move on, and did, kissing my way down her lithe body, stopping to suckle at her fully taut, cherry nipples.

Hayley, already fully aroused, moaned loudly when I bit down on her left bud, sending an electrical shock from the nipple directly to her cunt.

I smiled inwardly as a dark flush of intense arousal began to cover the upper portion of her body. She was breathing heavily as I kissed my way slowly across her stomach. When I reached her glistening pussy, I gave one long lick up her slit, causing Hayley to gasp; then kissed her inner thighs, stopping only to wet a finger in her flowing juices, and then inserting it up her ass.

“Oh, my, oh, my!” she moaned, squeezing her left nipple with the fingers of her right hand.

I wiggled the finger in her ass, and she whimpered; her hips moved rhythmically to meet my thrusting digit. I leaned into her, and resumed my licking and sucking, and a moment later Hayley wasn’t capable of speech.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her body was trembling, and every time I went back to her cunt, her body jerked, and a moan escaped her mouth. I pushed my face into her pussy, flicking my tongue hard against her clit, then drew it into my mouth and sucked.

Hayley found enough voice to scream out as an orgasm overtook her.

She kept screaming until I covered her mouth with my hand while telling her to shut up.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her face contorted from an expression of pain and torment to one of intense pleasure. I resumed eating her and she began to flop under my mouth like a fish out of water; then with the next series of orgasms, she went limp, totally out of it.

I took the opportunity to closely examine her cunt. Her juices were bubbling up from her hole and I licked and sucked them away. I studied her clitoris and teased it, noting that although unconscious, her body reacted as I thought it would, jerking up to meet my lips and tongue.

I brought her to another climax and then satisfied myself with caressing her thighs and breasts until she revived on her own.

When she came back, there was a slight line of drool at the corner of her mouth. I gently wiped it away, wiping my hand on the silk sheets.

“How you feelin’? I inquired.

“Wonderful! Just … wonderful!”

We kissed and after playing another round of tongue tag, I said, “Time for some ass play. Are you ready for it?”

“Anything you want, lover man,” she sighed.

I contented myself with playing with her cunt until it started to pump juices again, and then stuck two fingers into her ass.

“Doesn’t hurt,” she said, “just a little uncomfortable.”

“I know,” I replied. “I opened you a little while you were coming in your dream state.”

“My dream … state?” Hayley said puzzled.

“Yeah, you um, passed out.”

“I passed out?”

“Um, yeah. You kept screaming and coming and … I guess you couldn’t process it all, and fainted, or something.”

With my free hand, I cupped her left breast, gently feeling its firm shape and soft skin. She moaned happily, and I leaned forward and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking it slightly, and teased it with my tongue. Hayley responded by closing her eyes and moaned softly. When her nipple was swollen to it full size I gave it a hard squeeze.

Breathlessly she husked, “Wow! I never did that before.”

I added a third finger to her ass, and her body stiffened, then jerked sharply at the sudden pain.

“Ouchie!”

I quickly eased the pressure on her rosebud, pulling all three fingers out.

I held them up for her inspection. “Look, see … no fecal matter.”

“Oh!” she Cami Halıları yelped, then composed herself and said, “Course not. I cleaned myself for you. But what you did then hurt.”

“I’ll go slower, Hayley. It won’t hurt,” I said trying to reassure her.

She stiffened again. “You’ve got such a big one…”

“Have you done it before?”

She hesitated before answering.

“C’mon, Hayley, you know I don’t kiss and tell.”

“My … my father … does it back there. He doesn’t want to take a chance on getting me preggers.”

“Well then, you should know that I won’t hurt you … not much anyway.”

“You … you’re a lot bigger than him,” she said, with a lot of doubt in her voice.

It won’t hurt,” I reassured her. “I’ll go very slowly, you’ll hardly feel any pain, I promise.”

“Okay, I trust you … and anyway…” her voice dropped off.

“What, baby?”

“I all ready told you, you could do anything to me.”

Holding my dick in one hand and tweaking her nipple with the other, I began rubbing it over her pussy and asshole. Hayley drew her knees up against her tits, and spread herself open for me.

I sent two fingers into her ass, and told her to reach back and spread her hole even wider for me.

Hayley did it without saying a word. I plucked the fingers out and checked her ass. The hole was open enough for me to give it a try. I grabbed the lubricant and applied a generous amount to her asshole and even more to my dick and put my member up to her backdoor.

“Get ready,” I warned, “I’ll go slowly now. It might hurt some, but once I get it in it won’t hurt anymore.”

“That’s what Daddy said too.”

“I’m not your Daddy, Hayley.”

“I know … at least you care about me.”

That caught me off guard. To hear her say she trusted me more than her old man … well, it shook me, and I vowed to be gentle with her.

I settled myself on my knees, positioned my dick, and went right in. I did feel a little resistance, but nothing to write home about; nor was there any apparent pain to Hayley, who was already wriggling her ass around beneath me like she was going crazy. She had this ecstatic look on her face, like she’d never had it this good with anyone else.”

“Oh, yes,” she huffed; your big old cock is working pretty well.”

“Any pain?”

“Nothing that I could complain about. You went in nice and easy. But not slowly.”

“I couldn’t help that, Hayley. You accepted me easily. I just went with it.”

“I forgive you. Your cock feels so good, and is filling me up.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said humping her at a slow pace. I was about halfway in, and didn’t want to rush it.

And when I inched in a little more, I felt her tense, and stopped completely.

“Don’t … don’t stop! Oh, oh, oh … I just love the way we’re connected.”

“Want me deeper?”

“Oh, yes!”

I moved in incrementally.

“Nice! So nice! Bree?”

“Yes?”

“Can you rub my clittie?”

I did, and heard her purr with contentment.

“Like it?”

“Um, I’m gonna have a big cum this way. You wait and see.”

“Want me to cum in your ass?”

“Oh, sure!”

I risked pressing further and while Hayley groaned, I didn’t get the impression it hurt so much as having wrought even more pleasure out of my penetration.

“OH!” she gasped suddenly. “Right there, Bree. Stay right there!”

“Here?”

“Yes, there!”

“How about here?” I asked moving my hand over her clit at a faster pace than earlier.

“Oh … lovely! When … when you … if I tilt up to meet your hand … just so.”

“Tell me!”

“It’s … you get the right angle and it’s … Perfect! I … I feel you pressing into me, and your weight and then your hand … and your cock … so hard, so deep…Christ! I have to bite something!”

I shoved a pillow at her face, and she bite into the corner and then screamed into it.

A moment later, she turned her face toward me and groaned brusquely, “Ride me! Oh, fuck me silly!”

I began to pound my dick into her.

“Can … can you pinch my nips?”

I reached around, round her right nipple and gave it a hard squeeze.

“Almost there!”

I started coming at that and as I continued with my ejaculation, I felt her shuddering as she joined me.

After we’d calmed down, I let my dick pop out of her ass, and was surprised to find some specks of fecal matter adhered to the tip.

I showed it to Hayley, and was surprised when she giggled and shook my flaccid member back and forth.

“I never can get it all,” she said and then joined me in a fit of laughter that only ended with her gasping, “Can … can we do it again?”

I kissed her softly on the lips and then eased my limp dick into her pussy. I stayed there until I began to get hard. She felt it too and used her cunt muscles to contract around me, and with her tongue licking my teeth, I began to fuck the hell out of her.

Of course that triggered another series of orgasms within her, and when they arrived I waited them out before renewing my fucking. I wondered if she’d be up and walking the next day, but really didn’t care. I felt myself readying, and tried to fuck right through her until I exploded with Hayley moaning and groaning under me.

(PS: for those of you who might object to my inserting a fecal specked dick into her. She used a wash cloth to clean me off before we proceeded. As I said earlier, Hayley had a cleaning fetish.)

Afterward, near exhaustion, Hayley whispered between kisses that she wanted me to come to a party she was having the next night.

“You’ll be having a problem walking tomorrow, never mind throwing a party,” I said.

She laughed. “No I won’t. I won’t have to do anything. The others will. They love coming to my house.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The girls and I,” she said,” and named three girls in the junior class, “Sandra Nickerson, Janet Hillverton, and Billy Vessily.”

“We usually buy lingerie at Victoria Secret’s and model it after the guys we invite get drunk on my father’s booze.

“And who are the guy’s?”

“Pretty much the same ones; but now that I’ve met you; I’m not sure about the others. Got any suggestions?”

“No. But I recommend picking someone who can keep their mouths shut.”

“They can, and will. My Father’s going to back them.”

“What’s that mean?”

“For college. He’ll support then in the college of their choice. He’s got oodles of money, and donates lots to various universities. Of course, anyone he recommends gets in, and sometimes with generous scholarships.

“So you all screw your brains out at these parties?”

“No … that is, we haven’t yet. I’ve been waiting for the right guy … and that’s you, Bree. You’re my lover man, and I want you to screw the other girls too. Let them get a taste of what a really good cock tastes like.

“Why when Billy hears about you,” she said looking me in the eye, “I’ll bet she tries to knock me down trying to get her pussy in front of you before I can.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Uh-uh. She definitely has the hots for you. Always had, I know, she’s wanted you to do her since you were a freshman.”

Evidently, the “Modeling” parties started off innocently enough. Hayley, with oodles of money to spend, took her closest friends shopping every Wednesday. Shoes, dresses, casual attire and accessories, were the typical items purchased. The other girls, Sandra, Billy and Janet were thrilled to have Hayley as a friend, a rich friend, who treated them very well. But they eventually found it a little boring.

It was Billy who suggested spicing things up by buying sexy lingerie, and that went well for a month or so. They grew accustomed to taking their lingerie back to Hayley’s and modeling their purchases for one another while drinking expensive Champagne. The girls all realized that, except for Hayley, none of them could take the expensive lingerie home with them, fearing that their respective parents would not approve, and probably think they were up to far worse activity than merely modeling for each other.

Then one Wednesday, Janet produced a set of vibrators. The girls thrilled to what they thought were orgiastic displays when wearing the skimpiest of lingerie, ultimately taking turns masturbating in front of each other. From that point, it was only a matter of time until one of them, Janet again, who hinted to her boyfriend about the goings on each week at Hayley’s.

But Hayley and Billy were reluctant to bring boys over, knowing full well what might happen with them parading around almost naked in front of horny high school boys. A compromise was reached, and three boys were invited, all of whom were already indebted to Hayley’s father for one thing or another, and were not in a position to damage that relationship. The deal was that they would party with some booze and light drugs, and make out with one another, mostly pairing off, but sometimes doubling up, but no actual intercourse. The evening would end with the girls putting on a fashion show, at which they modeled their current lingerie.

After the second party using this arrangement, the girls realized that it was only matter of time until they wouldn’t be able to control the guys, or themselves, and that they would be screwing all over the place, with undesirable consequences for all involved.

The funny thing was that after discussing it, the girls realized that rumors were spreading about their weekly modeling shows. They agreed it was worth the risk; after all, as Hayley put it, “We have deniability, and my father will defend his reputation and ours to the death.”

The only remaining problem was that at least on other boy was needed to make it an even pairing all around.

Two weeks went by without having a party. One reason was that Hayley’s parents were home during that period. The second was that the girls were actively seeking the elusive fourth male to join in.

During this time frame, Hayley met me at a record store. I happen to like all kinds of music, and was picking up a copy of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony when I literally bumped into Hayley. She hinted that, given the opportunity, she’d love to go out with me. At the time I was screwing Gerry and her sister-in-law’s brains out on an almost daily basis. So I left it at a maybe, but not right now.

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Choices: Revisited Ch. 02

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Choices revisited is a series that follows “Choices” which tells the story of a relationship that is build between three people. Brother, Brandon Jenson. Sister, Monica Jenson and Kimberly Chambers a long time friend of Monica. Choices Revisited will tell the story of their lives directly after they all claim one another in greater detail. We hope you enjoy.

~{Part 3}~
In the lights of New York

-Brandon-

The elevator ride up to the room seemed to take forever. I could feel Kim fidgeting nervously at my side. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why, less then two hours ago she had her hand on my leg on the plane and now when I looked at the beautiful Gothic girl standing next to me she looked down right petrified. When the double doors of the elevator opened Kim didn’t seem to want to get out, and when she finally did she was dragging her feet looking down at the floor.

“You okay Kimmy?” I asked as we walked.

Kim looked down at the floor and then up at me, a little smile touched the corners of her lips and she whispered. There was something about her eyes when she looked at me, they were usually soft golden brown, like molten gold but tonight they shined like a gold band and sparkled like a thousand little diamonds. “Are you truly happy Brandon?”

Before I could answer we reached the door and Kim opened it with the key card the front desk had given us. I tossed my bags into the room, and then her own. She looked at me with a lifted brow and before she could so much as get the first syllable of a question out I scooped her up into my arms and cradled her tenderly. “Kim, my love, I couldn’t be anymore happy with the way my life as turned out. Monnie and me would have been good, very good but you my Gothic Princess, you have made us whole. You are second to no one Kim, I love you.”

“Oh….Brandon.” She cooed at me and buried her face happily in my throat.

I carried my bride across the threshold of our honeymoon suite and set her down on the other side of the door. I closed the door and rounded on her, but she danced out of my arms with a giggle. I let out a playful growl and stepped toward her, but again she danced out of reach. “Come here.” I growled.

“Nope!” She giggled and then smiled her impish little smile. “You unpack us. I, need time to get ready.”

“Your ready.” I purred. “Come to me.”

Kim took a single step forward as if my command triggered some part of her that demanded she obey. A look of complete lust and commitment was clear in her eye, but there was also a hint of a pleading regret. “Please?” She whined softly and took another step almost against her will. “….Please my husband? I want to give you something….but I cannot say no to you. Please baby?”

“When could I ever deny you anything?” I whispered.

Kim squealed happily and then ran to me. She kissed me softly on the cheek then ran to her bag, grabbed the smallest one and ran to the bathroom door. The door closed and I was left alone with the room. The room was split into three rooms. A living room with a large couch, a huge television set and a bowl of fruit and champagne on the table. The second room was a bedroom with a huge queen sized bed covered in silk sheets with a mosquito netting style canopy hanging down around it. The final room was a dinning style room with a huge table and a little mini fridge sitting next to the window. Not bad for nearly a nearly two grand for the week.

After I walked the room I popped the champagne cork and poured two glasses of the clear liquid. I pulled off the black T-shirt I wore and kicked off the boots. Around the time my socks joined my boots I heard the bathroom door open and turned to greet my bride and found I couldn’t breath.

Kim had showered and cleaned all of the make up from her face and I saw then what Monica had seen a year before. My Kim was beautiful without the make up. Her cheeks had just enough color to them to show off the breathtaking paleness of her skin. Her lips were full and had a reddish/pink tone to them naturally. Her hair was damp and had a semi curl to it as it hung down and framed her face. She wore a white sheer robe that was open and hung down to her mid thighs. Beneath it a satin black pair of bikini cut panties and a black satin bra that cupped and pushed up her small but perfectly rounded breasts.

“Hi baby.” She whispered in a sultry purr.

“..K…im?” I said in disbelief. Suddenly my throat was dry and my tongue felt huge in my mouth.

“Do you like?” She whispered and twirled at just the right speed so when her back was to me each of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks flexed. She sounded a little like a high school who was looking for the approval of her prom date.

“….You are beautiful.” I whispered in awe. “How could I have never noticed how truly magnificent you are Kimmy?”

Kim’s lip began to tremble in happiness. Her cheeks flushed and I noticed the faint aroma I knew very well. My beautiful brides pussy, I could smell it from here. She was dripping wet. “It’s all yours Picture upload beloved.”

“Can I have it?” I whispered and began to walk unsure toward her. I could feel my heartbeat picking up in my chest.

“Brandon.” She whispered and I noticed kept her hand closed tightly. “You have given me so much more then I ever thought possible.” She took a single step toward me, her eyes shining with a perfect mixture of love and lust. “You have opened my eyes to a world filled with love, loyalty, teasing and more affection than I ever considered.” She took another step and I could see the way her breasts heaved with each heated breath.

With each word she seemed to pause, a half a seconds hesitation as if the words she spoke were to powerful, even for the person speaking them. Some barriers, no matter how long it became, stayed strong and Kim was terrified of her feelings, even years later how strong they were terrified her. It was something so adorable about her.

“You have finally opened me up to the woman I always knew I could be……and given me a woman who never fails to show me she wants me and a man who I know will never betray me. For all of this I want to give you something I promised myself I would only give the man who I gave my heart to forever. The one man I would never ask for my heart back, no matter what he did. The man I trusted completely.”

When she stopped speaking and walking she was standing right in front of me with her small breasts pressed into my stomach. I looked down into her angelic little face and ran my hand up her side through that sheer robe. I could feel the lump in my throat becoming more problematic then the lump in my jeans. “…What do you want to give me beloved?”

Kim lifted that closed hand very slowly and held it up to her face, level with my chest. Her eyes twinkled in a way I had never seen before. She looked excited and yet scared all at the same time. Slowly she opened her hand and inside it she held a single small bottle of K-Y jelly. “There is still….a part of me that is a virgin.” The words came out soft, almost as if she herself were in disbelief that she was about to do this.

“You haven’t ever?” I whispered in shock.

“No Brandon.” Kim said softly. “I never have, so you my prince must be gentle.”

For a time I stood there staring at her. I loved her more then ever before at that moment, she was going to give me something priceless. I picked up my tiny bride and carried her to the bed. I laid her down and watched as she slipped higher up the bed until she stopped with her head resting on the pillow with her hair framing her face. Slowly I pulled the robe down one arm then the other. I watched her bit her lip ever so gently as I slid those panties down her slender toned legs.

Kim crossed her legs modestly. She reminded me so much of the first girl I had ever been with. So self conscience and worried about what I would think about her. I knew then how deeply she loved me. After seeing her be completely degenerate, she was shy now. She wanted to be my wife, not my whore. “Come to me my bride.” I whispered.

She leaned up, arching her back until her lips met mine and our tongues intertwined with one another. I heard her moan gently into the kiss. She arched her chest into my own when she felt the satin fabric of her bra slid free from her body. Her tiny nipples felt so hard on my chest.

Her hands slipped down and undid the buttons of my jeans and pushed them with her feet until they slipped off and fell to the floor. The boxers were the next to go. Her dark eyes stared into my own and I watched her bit her lip gently as the silk slid down my hips. Once they hit the floor her hands began to explore.

When her hand found my cock she closed it around the length. Her hand could barely fit around the length. There was no rush in Kim’s movements, her hand slid up and down the length of that hard strip of flesh at a slow and gentle pace which brought moans from my lips almost as soon as she started.

My own fingers then began to slid up her slender thighs and found the bare lips of her pussy so wet they were actually parting like two little pedals on a rose opening for the morning sun. She was so wet the wetness was running down her lips into the grooves of her thighs. Two fingers gently teased the opening and pushed slowly into her. The moan which left those sexy full lips was reward enough as far as I was concerned.

“Now….please before I lose my nerve.” Kim whispered and gently pushed at me

I got the message and leaned back. She crawled up onto her hands and knees. She leaned down and placed her chest on the pillows so her little ass was in the air and waving seductively at me. I slid my hand along the curve of her ass and heard her whimper with a mixture of desire and fear. “Are you sure this is what you want sweet heart?”

“Yes.” She whimpered and then added. “Please Brandon…be gentle.”

I emptied a good portion of the bottle into my palm and then ran my hand up and down the length images upload of my cock and applied some to her tiny little rose bud just to be safe. I placed the head at her unused back door and gently began to push. The second I began to add pressure I could hear my beautiful bride whimper. “Kim?” I asked concerned.

“Don’t stop!” She snapped. “Please baby I want this….i want it to be you…”

There was a large part of me that wanted to stop. Something about hearing the whimpers of a woman I had come to love more then my own life but when I heard that snap and the plea in her voice all I could do was press forward gently. The outcry of pain when the head of my cock broke the plain of her virgin ass about broke my heart but then Kim did something I didn’t expect. She reached between her legs and I felt her fingertips on my balls. I knew then, her fingers were working overtime on her clit. She was trying to off set the pain in her ass with pleasure. Smart girl.

“More.” She ordered and I pushed another two inches into her ass. My teeth ground together from the pressure that was wrapped around my cock. It was all I could do to keep hard, the pressure was so intense it was hard to keep the blood pumping. Perhaps I should have used more lube, but then again this feeling….was magical.

With a tiny little whimper another two inches buried into her tight, tiny virgin hole. I looked down and saw how much cock was still remaining and gulped. It was like pushing a hot dog into a keyhole. By the time I had all of my cock locked snuffly into her tight little ass. “Baby….” I heard Kim whimper. “Please hold still….god it feels like its going to tear me apart.”

“Baby we can stop.” I pleaded, but I couldn’t keep the pleasure filled whine out of my tone. Being in something so hot and tight was like heaven. It was a bit painful, but still heaven.

“No!” Her voice was commanding. She has heard the tone in my voice and wasn’t going to ruin this for me. “Okay….it doesn’t hurt….just very full. Go….but go slow.”

The lubrication helped as I began to ease the thick length of cock out of her ass. The push back in was less resistant then the first and the one after that went in without much resistant at all. As I pulled back and pushed in again I heard the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I heard Kim groan with pleasure. “Do you like it baby?” I asked as I pushed in the length of my cock deep into her ass again.

When my cock bottomed out inside her ass she sucked in a deep moan and began to wiggle her ass just a little. “That..feels better then I expected baby.” She cooed. “More?”

I grabbed her tiny hips and brought her back into me a bit firmer. Her ass hit my flat stomach softly yet hard enough to bounce slightly. When her ass hit my stomach and that cock burried itself in her tight back door she whimpered again. Using her hips I began a steady movement, moving just my hips forward and back. My cock was sliding in and out of her ass nicely now with no resistance.

“Oh god…” Kim moaned and began to throw her ass softly back into me. “I see why girls like this….oh….god baby. Something’s missing…..”

“I know baby.” I moaned as she threw her ass back into me. “It’s your beautiful wife’s tight pussy. It’s not on your tongue.”

As soon as those words left my mouth she screamed and I felt through the thin wall separating my cock from her sweet pussy the walls of that beautiful mound convulsed in orgasm. I had hit a very soft spot and I knew it from the last year with them. They loved me, and they adored making love to me but they had a very, very tender spot for licking each other. “Awe, does my Kimmy like her wifey’s pussy baby?”

“…N….ot fair…” Kim whimpered as she rode her orgasm bucking on the thick cock pumping in and out of her ass. “What about you?” She moaned as the orgasm subsided. “I see how you look with your cock lodged down her throat. Can you….OH GOD….can you picture it my love?…oh FUCK..that feels so GOOD!….Monnie’s pretty blond head flying up and down in your lap beloved?”

“Stop that.” I warned and just so show I meant it began to hammer her tiny little ass a little harder, a little deeper.

“OH GOD!!” She shrieked at the sudden pounding into her ass. Her body began to shake, convulse and seize as a monster orgasm began to take hold. We were playing a game now, who could tease the other to orgasm. It was a game we had never played before, fitting the first time of many to come would be on our honeymoon. “FUCK!….Her wet tongue sliding over your beautiful….talented…OH MY GOD!….heavenly cock….the way her pussy wraps around you so tight. OH BABY….like it was made for you.”

I began to pant as she spoke these things that seemed to flash through my mind in burning images that seared my brain. My cum felt like it was on fire, bubbling up the length of my cock and begging to get out. My grip on her hips tightened and I began to bring her back with such ferocity that the whole beg shook and the people around us had to begin to complain about the screaming. I was losing this war and needed to bring out a special weapon. “You remember the night of the wedding….” I began and pulled her back into me as hard as my arms could pull leaving little red contact marks on her pale tight ass. “….You and Monnie were so happy, she climbed up on you and rode your face while I watched. She screamed out she loved her wife as she came.”

Kim’s body froze at that moment with me buried hilt deep in her ass. She turned her head and looked at me with a look in her eyes that was a mixture of ecstasy and anger. “Not….fair.” She whispered and then threw her head back in orgasm. Through the thin membrane separating my cock from her throbbing pussy I felt the walls shutter and vibrate.

The room was a constant echo of her passionate screams. The muscles of her ass began to clamp down on the length of my cock. Hearing her screams of pleasure was more then I could bare with a growling moan I threw my head back and exploded deep inside her once virgin ass.

The two of us collapsed to the bed. Kim wiggled around until she was pushing herself into my arms caressing my throat with her lips. Our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat and the only sounds which filled the room was that of her soft panting. After a few minutes she looked up at me and smiled. “That was low beloved.” Though she said this, there was a strange fondness in her voice. “We were at war and you had to bring up when Monica climbed on my face. Cheater.”

“All is fair in love and war.” I said with a grin.

“I love you Brandon.” Kim whispered.

Before I could even respond I looked down and saw Kim was sleeping peacefully into the groove of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame and pulled her to me. This woman had just given me a priceless gift. In a way she had given me her virginity and I adored her for that. “I love you too Kim.” I whispered and laid my head back on the pillow.

~{Part 4}~

Some surprises are horrible…

-Monica-

If I had known the kind of problems that I was about to cause I would have never answered my cell phone and given Jason our address, but the truth was I was lonely. When the door bell rang both Lady and Tramp ran to the door and barked. We named them after the old disney movie, it turns out it was all of our favorites. I had changed into a pink sun dress, a pair of pink sandals and had my hair down over my shoulders.

When I opened the door and saw Jason again I had to admit, I felt a little flutter in my chest. He was wearing a black silk button up shirt that was open, a black undershirt and a pair of black slacks. His dog tags were hanging down over the undershirt. Another of the danger signs I didn’t notice, he looked like he was dressed for a date.

“Wow Monnie.” Jason said in awe as he looked over my body. When his eyes stopped at my breasts I cleared my throat.

“My eyes are up here Jason.” I said firmly, but with a playful little smile.

“You never used to mind me checking out the girls. In fact, you use to encourage it.” Jason said with a crooked smile. “How can you blame me anyway, look at them.”

I looked down at the top of the pink sun dress and I had to admit, they did look amazing. The 36C breasts were being pushed up by the bra making the lines of the sides and tops of the mounds of flesh show themselves very provocatively. “Sorry…..i should have given more thought to my outfit of choice.”

“I am not complaining.” Jason said with a grin.

All I could think was, yes and that is my problem. Before I could say anything however he lifted his arm and held up the thin bottle of green fluid. I looked at it and a grin touched the corners of my lips. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Tryce family homemade Apple Martini.” Jason said with a grin.

“That will go well with the ribs.” I said with a answering grin and led him through the house into the dining room where the two places were set for dinner. No candles to make it look like a romantic dinner but seated across the table from each other was a full plate of ribs, seasoned fries and Corn bread muffins.

Jason took in the spread of food with a lifted brow and said with a faint little chuckle. “You aren’t a cook Monnie, let alone someone to cook meat.”

“A lot has changed.” I answered with a little laugh. “My w….” I could actually taste the lump in my throat and said softly. “Brandon’s wife taught me how to make them.”

“Well let’s eat.” Jason said and we slid into our spots on the table.

I poured each of us a glass of the Apple Martini which left a surprising amount of the liquid left in the bottle. We sat there and ate our meal and talked about the good times in high school. Jason and I had gotten together at the end of freshman year. He was the young rebel type who didn’t come from a good home and rebelled against the system because of it and I was the popular girl who he jumped at the chance to be with. I realized then that like Brandon, I was in love with him for years before I realized it. I chose Jason because he reminded me so much of my Brandon, and thinking about Brandon always got those special instincts running….whether I wanted them to or not.

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Chloe and Daddy Ch. 02

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It’d had been over a week since John’s hot daughter had sucked him off on the couch. His wife, Janet, had been home more this week and they were getting along, until tonight that is.

He stalked down the hall in long angry strides. He just had another fight with his wife and he was not going to sleep in the same room as that hateful bitch.

He didn’t notice that Chloe had her door open and was watching him until she spoke “Daddy?” she said in a sweet little girl voice.

His angry gaze jerked towards her then instantly softened. “Hey baby girl,” he whispered to her.

“Are you ok daddy?” she asked.

He smiled tiredly down at his petite daughter. “Yes baby I’m fine. Just your mother and I….” His deep voice trailed off and he sighed waving the rest of his comment off with one big hand. “Never mind, baby, nothing you need to worry about.”

Chloe wrapped her arms around him, laying her head against his big hard chest. She snuggled against him happily as his big arms wrapped around her slender frame. She tilted her head to look up at him her long red hair tumbling down her slim back.

Daddy slowly rubbed his daughter’s back with one big hand and she pressed close. Having her so close went a long way towards making his anger dim. Other urges took its place and he drew back.

Chloe pouted when he pulled away. “Go get some rest baby, I’m gonna sleep in the guest room tonight,” he said distractedly.

Chloe grabbed his hand, tugging on it she said: “Daddy you don’t have to sleep in there all by yourself.” She whispered with a smile “You could sleep in here with me.” Her breath quickened as Daddy’s eyes went from distracted to intense in a heartbeat. His gaze turned hot as they slid down over her body. She was wearing a loose nightshirt and from his height, he could see right down the top exposing nearly all of her big tits to his gaze.

She stepped back into her room pulling the nightgown up and over her head. Her all over tan contrasted sexily with the white lace panties, the only thing she was left wearing. Daddy glanced down the hall towards her mom’s room then back at her. She slid her hands over her big tits pushing them together holding them up for his inspection her fat nipples growing hard under his hot gaze.

“Please daddy,” she asked still in that little girl voice.

Daddy groaned under his breath then stepped quickly into her room locking the door behind him.

“You are a bad little girl.” He growled softly his big hands replacing hers on her tits squeezing and kneading them roughly.

She moaned arching into his hands “Ooo, yes daddy, I’m your bad little girl.” She whispered sweetly. “I’ve been thinking about this every day since last week. I want you so much daddy.”

She cried out softly as daddy pinched her fat nipples pulling on them. She was panting her pussy already wet. Chloe reached for daddy’s shirt unbuttoning it so she could run her small hands over his hard chest.

“Oh baby girl I’ve been thinking about it too” daddy said as he knelt in front of her and pulled one of his daughter’s swollen nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard at each nipple in turn while his hands roughly massaged her titties.

He pulled and rolled one of his little girl’s pink, puffy nipples between his fingers, then tugged hard as he pinched down on it making her cry out softly. Daddy kissed her abused nipple, leaving it with his big tongue as his rough fingers gave the other nipple the same treatment.

Daddy spent a long time nursing and palming his daughter’s big titties. Chloe’s head fell back her red hair tumbling past her shoulders and she clutched daddy’s head against her chest pushing her puffy, pink nibbles deeper into his mouth as he sucked.

Daddy finally lifted his head from her tits “Go sit down on the edge of your bed baby.” Chloe bounced eagerly to her bed. Cami Halısı Sitting down she spread her legs wide, put her hands on the bed behind her leaning back making her big titties push out towards daddy. “Mmm that’s a good girl” daddy rumbled. Staying on his knees, he moved between his daughter’s legs. Rubbing his big, rough hands over her amazing tits he sucked greedily at her puffy, pink nipples again pulling as much of her tit into his mouth as he could.

He nursed greedily at his daughter’s tits his facial hair scraping against her soft sensitive skin and she panted in lust. As he continued to suck, he slowly stroked downward over her flat belly, sliding his big fingers under the top of her lacy little panties he started to work them down over her full hips.

His horny little girl lifted her hips enough to help him pull them past her firm ass cheeks, to her thighs, and finally down past her knees then off. Chloe was breathing in quick excited little gasps as daddy’s rough hands spread her legs wide. His thumbs rested just shy of touching the bare puffy lips of her wet pussy and she squirmed desperately against his hard grip trying to get him to touch her there.

A sharp cry escaped her as daddy scraped his teeth over her sensitive nipples. He bit down holding onto her nipple with his teeth flicking his tongue back and forth over it rapidly. At the same time, he palmed her sweet cunt grinding the heel of his hand against her clit as he forcefully rammed a big finger into her tight wet hole. Chloe’s cry was loud as he started fucking her with his big finger.

Daddy pulled his mouth away from her tit and said “be quiet baby. If your mother comes to see what you are screaming about we will have to stop. You don’t want that do you?”

Chloe shook her head as she panted in lust. “N-no daddy I don’t want you to stop. I’ll be quieter I promise.”

Daddy smiled. “Good girl. I would love to hear you scream for me baby but I don’t want to have to stop either. You got your daddy’s cock so hard, little girl.”

Chloe moaned softly “Ooo daddy I want to see it! Show me your big cock please!”

“Ok baby scoot up onto the bed,” he replied. She scooted back until she was fully on the bed. Daddy crawled up onto the bed with her pushing her flat onto her back he straddled her rounded hips.

“Take it out for me baby” he told her. She nodded and eagerly reached for his crotch, unfastening his jeans she pushed them and his boxers down at the same time. Daddy’s massive cock flopped out of his clothes smacking her belly with his heavy hard-on and big, swollen balls.

She stared at his big purple cockhead dripping pre-cum onto her flat belly. She kept staring, fascinated with her daddy’s enormous cock. Hi knelt up, moved his body up, his cock sliding up along her belly until that big, fat cockhead poked into her tits. She whimpered as daddy took his cock in his hand and slapped his thick shaft against her titties. Then he rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth over her fat nipples coating them with his dripping pre-cum.

Daddy nestled his cock between the soft valley of his daughter’s big tits. “Squeeze your titties around daddy’s cock baby,” he said hoarsely.

Chloe eagerly pushed her tits together trapping daddy big hot cock between them with a moan. Daddy moaned with her and started pumping his hips fucking the soft tight little hole his daughter’s tits had created. She tilted her head down opening her little mouth so daddy’s fat cockhead slid into her hot wet mouth each time it popped up from between her titties.

“Fuck yeah baby girl. You know how to make daddy happy don’t you!” His voice was filled with lust as he said it. Daddy grunted loudly with each thrust. His hands gripped the headboard hard and his big, hairy nuts slapped against the undersides of her tits.

The soft sounds of Cami Halıları daddy’s nuts slapping against his daughter’s tits filled the room along with their lustful, quiet groans as he titty fucked his little girl. The dripping pre-cum from his big slit quickly drenched the hole formed by her tits wrapped around his fat shaft making it slick and wet letting his cock slide back forth easily.

Chloe and her daddy both were becoming addicted to the depravity of their incestuous acts. Daddy was completely lost to his hot little daughter’s sexy body he wanted to fuck her every way possible. The hot little sounds she made as he slammed his massive cock between her tits and into her mouth was driving him over the edge.

Daddy began thrusting wildly, fast and hard between Chloe’s tits and she knew he was getting close. She pushed her tits as tight as she could around his hot, hard shaft and leaning her head further down sticking her tongue out to get at as much of Daddy’s massive fuck pole in her mouth as possible.

He clenched his teeth hard to muffle his yell as his hot sticky cum shot out the head of his cock and splashed into his daughter’s hot mouth. Another shot of cum spurted all over her big beautiful tits. Daddy dropped his head panting hard above her looking down at his hot little girl covered in his cum.

Chloe grinned up at him. “Mmm… daddy you came so much,” she whispered and brought her tits up to lick off his cum.

He groaned, his semi-hard cock was still resting between her soft tits. He sucked in a sharp breath as his horny little girl slid down taking his cock into her little mouth. She sucked him all the way in her hot mouth to the balls. It was much easier to fit daddy’s huge cock in her mouth since he wasn’t all the way hard.

She started bobbing her head up and down loving the taste of daddy’s big cock and hot cum in her mouth. She felt his cock start to swell again filling her mouth even more and she moaned.

Daddy pulled away rolling onto his back tug his pants all the way off. Chloe chased after her daddy’s big hard cock wrapping her hand around it she pumped it up and down locking her little pink mouth around it sucking desperately. Daddy groaned loudly and pushed her away from his crotch and she pouted at him.

“Hold on baby girl. I want to do something else now.”

He pushed Chloe onto her back again, covering her small body with his big one. Daddy’s fat cock was between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his hips forcing it against her pussy until her swollen pink lips were wrapped as much as possible around daddy’s thick pole.

Chloe watched her daddy’s face as she started to move, her nails dug into his shoulder as she rocked her body, her wet slippery pussy sliding up and down the shaft of daddy’s big cock, her big tits rubbed his hairy chest scraping her swollen nipples.

“Ah yeah baby fuck! Your little cunt if so fucking wet” Daddy kissed her hard “I want to fuck your little pussy baby. Let daddy put his big hard cock in his little girl, ok?”

She groaned at the thought and nodded frantically. “Yes daddy yes! Please fuck your baby girl’s cunt!”

Daddy kissed her hard again, his tongue filling her mouth as he spread her legs wide. He took his massive 10-inch cock in his hand, rubbing the fat 3-inch head up and down her dripping pink slit. Then he placed the massive tip against her tight little pussy hole. He pressed forward slowly grunting into his daughter’s mouth as he worked his enormous cock into her tiny cunt.

Chloe screamed into daddy’s mouth as his big cock was splitting her pussy open! She bucked and wriggled under him her dripping juices helping daddy to force his way into his little girl’s pussy. Chloe screamed as daddy finally managed to pop his huge cockhead in her little hole making her cum helplessly. Daddy swallowed her screams as he lunged forward managing to get half his swollen shaft up into her little cunt while it was still pulsing from her orgasm.

“Ah fuck baby girl your pussy is so damn tight!” He panted into her mouth as he slowly pushed forward working another fat inch into his daughter’s amazing cunt.

“Mmm daddy you are stretching your little girl’s pussy out with your huge cock. It feels so good daddy! Please give me more of your big daddy cock!” Chloe panted up at him.

Hearing his little girl beg for his cock made him groan and lunge forward again getting nearly all of his 10-inch cock into her wet cunt. ‘Can’t fucking believe I’m fucking my own daughter! And it’s so fucking good. I’m sick for loving this so much,’ he thought. Though he didn’t really want to admit it he knew deep down that because it was his daughter, it just made it better. He couldn’t remember anything getting him as hot as the incest he’d been committing with his little girl.

Daddy grabbed her hips and slammed forward hard finally getting his full long, thick cock into his daughter’s tight pink pussy. He groaned as his heavy balls slapped against her firm round ass. He could feel his massive cockhead butting her cervix. He quickly slapped his hand over her mouth as she started to scream. Her sexy green eyes wide and filled with lust stared up at him above his hand.

He moved his hand and whispered to her “you have to be quiet, ok baby?”

Chloe nodded. “Yes daddy, I know, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it! Your big cock feels so good, my pussy is so full! Please, please fuck me daddy! I’ll be quiet I promise!” Daddy’s cock throbbed inside his little girl’s pussy and he groaned softly as she begged for more of his cock.

He hooked his hands under his daughter’s knees lifting them up then spreading her open wide. He looked down to where her beautiful, tiny, pink pussy was stretched around his massive shaft. It was almost enough to make him cum right then. He swallowed his own loud groan and slowly pulled back his hips watching his cock slide out glistening wet from his daughter’s pussy juices. He pulled back until just his massive head was still inside her cunt then slammed back in hard.

He grunted in satisfaction as his baby girl quickly put both of her hands over her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. He watched her eyes roll back in her head and her tits bounce as he pumped in and out of her hot wet cunt with his thick hard cock fast and deep.

Daddy felt Chloe buck and twist under him as if desperate for more of his fat cock. Finally, he grabbed her hips with his big hands pinning her to the bed as he continued to pound into her. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room again even louder this time as daddy rode his daughter’s cunt mercilessly until she came her juices drenching his thick meat.

“Oh fuck baby!” daddy whispered urgently as he felt his little girl cum again. Her cunt muscles milked his big cock squeezing so tight he had to struggle to keep thrusting.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum in your hot little pussy!” he threw his head back grunting forcefully as he jammed his massive cock into his daughter’s fuck hole one last time as his hot jets of cum erupted violently from his balls to fill her up ‘ahhh fuck! fuck! I’m cumming in my daughter’s cunt!’ he thought. His harsh grunts filled the room as spurt after spurt of white cum poured into his daughter’s bare pussy from his hairy nuts.

Daddy slumped down onto the bed his hard, hairy chest heaving as he fought to get his breath back. Chloe snuggled into his side curling her slim naked body against his. He knew what they were doing was very wrong. That fucking his sexy young daughter was incest, but that was the best sex he had ever had. And wrong or not, he wasn’t going to stop.

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From the Writer: Thanks for reading this story and to those who read chapter one. I appreciate all the comments I’ve received and hope to hear more from my readers. Hope my story turns you all on as much as it does me.

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Fucking My Babysitter, 25 Years On

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This is a true story that happened less than a month ago. I have been going over and over it in my head since it happened but without anyone I can really talk about it with I felt the urge to write it down and submit it here, I hope you enjoy….

I grew up in Melbourne, Australia, but now live and work in Sydney.

Having not being able to get back home for christmas due to work, I arranged to come home and see my parents for a weekend right after New Years, arriving Friday and flying out again on Monday.

My parents however were leaving town for a couple of weeks Sunday night to celebrate their 39th wedding anniversary and then go and visit their grand children. I decided to stay the extra night anyway so I could maybe catch up with some old high school friends or just take it easy, any excuse to take Monday off work.

The weekend flew by quickly and uneventfully, but it was nice to just be hanging out with my parents and relaxing in the old home I grew up in. Before we knew it it was Sunday night and after a rushed early dinner I helped load their luggage in to the car so I could drive them to the airport.

While on our way out there my mother got a call on her mobile. I wasnt really paying attention to the conversation until I heard her say:

“Um, yeah I guess thats fine, the only thing is James will be there tonight, if you dont mind that I’m sure he wont either.” My mother said.

Oh great I thought, which of my parents friends have I just been signed up to entertain tonight.

“Remember Rebecca?” My mother asked after hanging up the phone. “She used to babysit you when you were little.”

“Yeah I Do.” I replied.

In fact I remembered her well even though I hadnt seen her for probably more than 15 years. When I was about 11 or 12 she used to babysit me after school until Mom or Dad got home from work. She was the daughter of their friends and roughly 10 years older than me, and back when I was 12 I was totally infatuated with her.

As far as I could remember she was the first girl I ever really had ‘those’ thoughts about and I remembered how I used to think she was the coolest and most beautiful girl in the world. She had the most beautiful face that was almost always sporting big round sunglasses and a cheeky grin, with long light brown hair almost to her waist, and a nice slim athletic figure. But my strongest memory of all was of her amazing and very large breasts. To this day I still remember the extraordinary time that I came home from school to find her sunbathing in the backyard facedown with her bikini top untied. I sat outside near her pretending to play my state of the art “catch the parachutes” handheld video game when really I was just staring at the side of her boobs.

I saw her whole breasts briefly soon after as she sat up a bit to put her bikini top back on. I must have thought about that moment thousands of times over my early teenage years.

“Well.” My mother continued. “She is back in town until the end of January, and since her parents place is going to be crowded with all the other kids, we are letting her house sit at our place while we are away. She was going to be coming Tuesday, but now it looks like she will be coming late tonight. I hope that’s ok with you, I’ve made up the spare room for her, show her where the extra bedding is if she needs it.”

“Yeah thats all fine.” I replied.

I was acting casual but I did feel a little wave of excitement and nervousness run through me, as well as several other thoughts, I’m 35 so she must be about 45 now I thought. I wondered what she would looks like now, and I wondered what her breasts would be like now.

I got home and showered and then got comfortable on the couch and watched some tv while drinking a gin and tonic (the only alcohol I could find in the house). That helped ease a few of my nerves about being reunited with the woman I used to fantasize about as a teenager.

I think I must have drifted off for a bit because before I knew it was 11 o’clock and there was still no sign of Rebecca. Just when I was considering going to bed I heard a key turn and the front door open. I jumped up and turned to meet her.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know if you’d still be up and whether to ring the bell or not, so I just used the key your mum left for me. So, Hi James! Wow look at you all grown up, you’re looking good, I hardly recognised you.” She said cracking that same Cami Halısı cheeky grin I remembered from over 20 years ago.

“Hi!” I said enthusiastically greeting her with a hug. “You’re looking good too.”

“Oh I dont know about that she said.” She said with a laugh.

I laughed too “Yip, tell me about it.” I said awkwardly not really knowing why I said that. She was older looking than I had expected but still looked great for 45, the long brown hair was gone and was now shoulder length and blonde, I liked it, it looked very youthful and cool. And she also no longer had her slim figure but was by no means fat and still very attractive. She was also not as tall as I had thought, she was 5 foot 5 at most, I am 6 foot but for some strange reason I was kind of expecting her to be bigger than me still.

She was wearing all black, a skirt that went down below her knees, a tight long-sleeve top with a thin see through a short-sleeved blouse over top. I couldn’t be shore with just a quick glance but it seemed her breasts had gotten even bigger than I remembered.

“Your room’s down here.” I said grabbing her suitcase and pointing down the hall. She walked ahead of me down towards the spare room giving me a good chance to check out the rest of her figure. I noticed she still had quite a slim waist but quite a sexy big round bum that looked great in her tight black skirt. All in all she was still very hot, an older more curvy version of the 22 year old beauty I remembered.

After showing her to her room I returned to the lounge and made myself another gin and tonic,

“What ya drinking?” Rebecca said as she rejoined me in the lounge.

“My parents Gin and tonic.” I said with a smile. “Would you like one?”

“Um Actually I brought a bottle of wine with me.” She replied “I think I might have a glass of that.”

So, we sat and drank gin and wine and talked for quite a while, reminiscing about old times, me telling her about living in Sydney, her telling me about Queensland where she had lived for the last 10 years. It was good fun.

“Wow, look at the time.” she said eventually. “I think I’m going to jump in the shower and then hit the hay.”

“Yep true, I should get to bed too, back to sydney tomorrow for me.” I said yawning and stretching out my arms.

“Well it was great to catch up.” She said standing up and momentarily loosing her balance.

“Whoops! I guess 3/4 of a bottle of wine will do that to ya, time for a lie down.” she said giggling.

I stood up too and she hugged me goodnight. Feeling her breasts press against my chest was a nice little thrill to end the night I thought.

“Night James, It was fun catching up with you finally.” She said as she headed off to her room.

As I was cleaning up the kitchen I could hear the shower running and couldn’t help but imagining her in there drunk and naked with water and soap running all over her hot curvy body and how amazing it would be to be in there with her.

I was still in the kitchen when I heard her leave the bathroom and go in to her room and close the door. I thought that was going to be the end of our little reunion. Oh well, I thought, I guess I should get some sleep too. I was in the process of turning off the lights when Rebecca popped her head out of her room. Although she was trying to hide it I could see she was still wrapped in just a towel with another one wrapped round her head.

“Um James, this bed is really soft, and I have all kinds of problems with my back.”

I wonder if that’s her huge breasts fault I thought to myself.

“Well.” She continued. “I see there is actaully two mattresses on here, do you think your mother would mind if I took the soft matress off and just slept on the bottom one.”

“Yeah of course, that’s fine.” I said. “I’ll help you move it off”

“Ok Great, just give me 1 second to get dressed first.” She said as she closed the door behind her.

“Ok come in.” She yelled out moments later.

I went in to find her sliding the sheets and blankets carefully off the top matress. she still had a towel wrapped around her waist covering her lower half, and she had put on a black t-shirt on over top.

I saw what she meant when we moved the matress, it was incredibly soft, as it buckled in half as we lifted it off the bed pulling her forward on to the bed letting out a rather loud “Fuck!” as she fell.

“You Cami Halıları ok?” I asked.

“Owww that hurt, tweaked my damn back, I’ll be ok.” She said putting her hand to her back.

“Are you sure Rebecca? I’m sure my parents have some pain killers around or something that would help.”

“It’s ok thanks James I have some with me, lets just get this matress out the way so I can lie down.”

We moved the matress out in to one of the other bedrooms and re-made up her bed again, Rebecca laid down carefully and said:

“Ah thats much better, thanks so much James, you’re a life saver.”

“No problem, are you shore there’s nothing I can do for you and your your poor back?”

Although I wanted to I stopped myself from offering a massage but to my surprise, and delight, she cracked that cheeky smile and replied:

“Well, if you could give me a teeny wheeny back rub while I blow dry my hair that would be devine.”

“Sure no problem.” I said trying to act casual again but feeling another wave of excitement flow through my body.

“You’re the best!” she said plugging her hair dryer and perching herself on the edge of the bed. I went and sat behind her and asked her where it hurt.

“Everywhere!” She laughed. “But just below my shoulders its really bad.” And with that she turned on her rather loud hair dryer, leaned her head forward and started drying her hair.

I put my hands on her shoulders and started massaging them through her t-shirt, as she started slowly straightened her back, correcting her posture. I then started running my thumbs in circles slowly over her upper back.

The loud hair dryer stopping any real chance of small-talk which was fine by me. Although as I worked my way down she arched her back and I heard her faintly groan in appreciation. Then she turned off the hair dryer and placed it down on the bed.

“Oh god that feels amazing james, please dont stop yet.” She said as she turned and lay down flat accross the bed sideways. “Just a few more minutes, pretty please!”

I moved to the middle of the bed, kneeling beside her and continued working my way slowly down her back.

Rebecca’s t-shirt had ridden up a little exposing a small strip of her lower back just above the towel. I gathered up some courage and casually grabbed each side of her t-shirt and pulled it up to just below her breasts exposing her whole lower back. I continued massaging her lower back with Rebecca now getting more vocal with each stroke, softly moaning as I rubbed my hands slowly up and down her back. Each time I moved my hands higher up her back I pushed my hands further up under her t-shirt, pushing it higher and higher up until the sides of her breasts were partially exposed.

Rebecca had a nice tanned back but I could now see the side of one of her breats and it was completely white. I now ran my hands up each side of her back running my fingers very close to the sides of her breasts, she let out a long moan and I felt my cock starting to grow.

Getting more confident by the second I grabbed the t-shirt again and asked:

“Can we take this right off?” As I started sliding it over her head not waiting for an answer.

“Ok.” She said a little hesitently as she raised her arms allowing me to slide it off completely, then resting her head on her hands again.

The sight of this hot older woman lying topless on the bed combined with her moaning sensually every time I ran my hands over her naked body had me so turned on my cock was growing harder by the second.

I decided to move positions so I was straddling her thighs with her legs together, still wrapped in the towel. I ran my hands in broad strokes all the way up her back to her shoulders, leaning over her pressing my now hard cock against her ass.

“Oh God.” She said softly.

I then ran my hands back down the sides of her back, running my hands slowly over the sides of her breasts each time.

This continued for a while longer, slowly pressing my cock against her ass while running my hands over her entire back while she moaned more and more. At one stage I slid my hans right under her breasts and start squeezing and massaging them, running my hands over fingers back and forth over her nipples. Neither of us said anything apart from the occasional moan. Next I slid down her body and told her I was going to work on her legs.

I moved down so I was straddling her lower legs just below the towel. and started massaging one of her calf muscles, then working my way slowly up her leg pushing my hsnds up under the towel. Getting halfway up her thigh then moving to the other leg and working up that leg, getting higher up her thigh this time, massaging higher and higher up her inner thigh. Then back to the other leg, my hand getting so high up her inner thigh this time my hand brushed against her underwear.

.

“Oh you are wearing underwear, we wont need this towel then.” I said to which she laughed and replied:

“oh wont we?”

I Unwrapped the towel and pulled it out from her. I then stood up and removed my shirt and shorts so I was just in my boxes. I straddled her thighs again staring down and her big sexy ass in her plain blue underwear that covered her whole ass. I put my hands on her upper thighs and worked my way up to massaging the bottom of her hot ass and rubbed my thumbs up and down the sides of her pussy through her underwear. She was getting wet through her panties as I slid my hands under the material and grabbed and massaged her cheeks, this time running my thumbs under her panties and up and down the wet lips of her pussy. She kept moaning and breathing faster as I continued massaging her ass and pussy.

I then slowly slid off her panties and took off my boxes making us both completely nude.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She said as I climbed back on top of her so my hard cock slid between her ass cheeks and pressed against her pussy, I leaned over pressing my chest against her back, sliding my hands under her and grabbing her breasts and started kissing her neck.

“Do you want to stop?” I whispered in her ear as I squeezed her amazing breasts.

“Mmmmmm no.” She groaned “Fuck me.”

I sat back up spreading her legs apart, and moved so I was kneeling between them, grabbing my hard cock by the shaft and rubbing the head of it up and down her dripping pussy.

“Mmmmmm God, fuck me James!”

After teasing her pussy a little longer I slid my cock inside her. My cock is pretty big and thick and she let out a loud “Uggh, my God” as I slowly pushed it deeper inside her pussy. I Grabbed her ass in my hands spreading it apart as I started sliding my cock in and out of her.

Both us were moaning as I leant over on top of her again, reaching under her and grabbing her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples pressing my body against hers, sucking on her neck and shoulders as I pushed my cock deeper inside her pussy.

“Mmmmmm harder James.” She moaned.

I sat up again I pulled her back up on to her knees and start fucking her doggy style.

“Oh god, harder, harder.” She cried

I started pounding her faster and harder from behind, her breasts were slapping together, my balls were slapping against her pussy.

She was moaning loud and shouting: “Mmmmm dont stop! Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!”

While still fucking her pussy I took my middle finger and sucked on it getting it nice and wet before sliding the tip in to her hot ass. She moaned hard and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock tighter.

I pushed my finger deeper up her ass while still pounding her pussy from behind while she screamed:

“I’m cumming I’m cumming!”

I felt her pussy tighten and squirt cum all over my cock as she fell forward flat on the bed with me collapsing on top of her.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck that was amazing, did you cum yet?” She asked me.

“Not yet, turn over I want to cum on your breasts.” I replied.

She rolled over and I straddled her waist, she took my cock in her hands and starting jacking me off. It felt amazing watching her lying on her back with her huge tits shaking inches from my cock while she stroked my cock faster and faster. It wasn’t long before I came hard all over her breasts and stomach.

We both passed out shortly after and we only had a quick conversation in the morning as she was leaving to go see her family. She gave me a kiss and with a wink said:

“Well thanks for the fun night, if you are ever in Queensland we should catch up again.”

We exchanged phone numbers and she was gone and hadn’t returned by the time I left for the airport.

I have been feeling weird about that night ever since, but I cant stop thinking about it and am already thinking about making my way up to Queensland for a visit. So maybe there will be a chapter 2 to this story sometime in the future.

Hope you enjoyed it anyway, felt good to write it out and kind of ‘tell someone’ as I have not told anyone in my real life about what happened.

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Haitian Men are Kings Ch. 02

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Watching that sexy Lebanese slut Aamina Farouk’s big round ass and floppy tits jiggle as she sucks my cock and balls, I sighed in pleasure. My name is Fabien Lafontaine. Born and raised in the town of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to proud Haitian immigrant parents. I’m as Canadian as maple syrup, and just as delicious on your tongue. Just ask any of the freaks I’ve fucked in recent times. Right now, I’m having a hot threesome, man. While Aamina Farouk is sucking my cock, this Somali guy named Muhammad Aziz is licking my asshole. What can I say? I’m having a really good time. Ever since I moved to the Vanier area of Ottawa, Ontario, a place crawling with Somalis and Arabs, I’ve been having a raunchy good time. Had I known the outwardly conservative Muslims were such freaks in private, I would have started fucking them a long time ago.

Here’s a little back story, if you will. I attend Carleton University and work part-time as a security guard. In my neighborhood, there’s this hot chick named Aamina Farouk who lives with her openly gay Somali roommate Muhammad Aziz. They both go to the University of Ottawa and flirted with me so much since I first moved to Vanier that I quickly figured they had designs on me. I wasn’t sure which one of them I’d go for but they made it clear that they wanted to share me. Either I would take the deal or I’d get nothing out of either of them. Damn. They really wanted me. It’s not their fault, really. I’m a six-foot-four, 250-pound Haitian-Canadian stud with nine inches of thick, uncircumcised chocolate dick. With big hairy balls to match. And I sure as hell know how to use them. I mainly prefer women but if I were to be totally honest with myself, I just like sticking my dick in a tight spot. Doesn’t matter if it’s a beautiful woman’s warm mouth, hot pussy or tight ass. Or sometimes the mouth and ass of a willing gentleman. I don’t discriminate. I guess you’d call me bisexual. Whatever. It’s all good. Sex is natural, man. I just enjoy showing it off.

Anyway, at the time that I met Aamina Farouk and Muhammad Aziz, I was in a bit of a funk. I was new to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, Cami Halısı and had just broken up with my girlfriend Cheryl Lalonde, this fine-looking blonde-haired white chick from the town of Laval, in provincial Quebec. I wasn’t really used to Somalis and Arabs because we don’t have too many of them in the City of Montreal. The Province of Ontario is more tolerant of the ultra-conservative and deeply religious mindset of the Arabs and Somalis so they love it there. The Province of Quebec is a tougher place for these people because we don’t put up with bullshit from people whose customs we don’t really understand. Look, I was raised Adventist and I’m fairly tolerant of other religions but sometimes the Muslims are really pushing it. In some parts of the western world, people hesitate to put up Christian symbols in fear of offending the Muslim minority. In Quebec, we don’t do that shit. Live your life the Quebec way regardless of what race or religion you are into or get the fuck out, that’s what we say. And I am a proud Quebecer, ladies and gentlemen. Anyway, back to the fucking. I squeezed Aamina’s big round ass as she went down on me. At the same time, I almost moaned as Muhammad Aziz thrust his tongue into my ass. Dude was really good at what he did. And here I thought all Somalis did was pray and chatter in their guttural language. Hmmm. Dude’s got some sweet lips on him. Word up.

Man, after getting my cock and balls suck and my ass thoroughly licked, I was ready for some serious fucking. I assumed control because I’m the stud around here and both Aamina and Muhammad were ready to follow my lead. First, I spread Aamina’s plump thighs and breathed in the scent of the Lebanese Canadian woman’s pussy. I never stick my cock in a pussy without first inspecting it, ladies and gentlemen. It prevents all kinds of nasty surprises. Much to my delight, Aamina had a sweet-smelling and even sweeter-tasting pussy. I began licking her up as if she were made of the most delicious of nectars. Aamina giggled and ran her hands through my dreads as I licked her. At the same time, she was jerking Muhammad Aziz off. Apparently, Cami Halıları the gay Somali didn’t mind getting a hand job from his female best friend. Now that’s what I call true friendship. I wish I had friends like that.

I was ready to fuck, and put a condom on. I put Aamina on all fours, gave her big round ass a slap for good measure, then slid my cock into her pussy. Muhammad Aziz watched us, stroking his thick member. Hmm. I didn’t know Somali guys were packing like that. Since they’re usually tall and thin, I assumed they weren’t thick anywhere. I stand corrected. Anyhow, I began drilling my cock into Aamina’s cunt. The Lebanese chick had a nice, tight pussy. Oh, I knew that she sure as hell wasn’t a virgin or even close to it. The thing you have to understand about Muslim women, especially the ones from conservative nations like the Republic of Lebanon and the Nation of Somalia, is that they’ve got both a public face and a private face. Same as you and me. In public, they dress conservatively and act all soft and sweet. In private, well, you’ll get the idea of what they’re truly like. That’s when their true self really comes out. I once saw a pair of hijab-wearing Somali chicks inside the adult video store located near the big mall downtown. Yeah, man. I am not kidding. And they bought enough DVDs and sex toys to shock even me. And I’m not a prude in any sense of the word.

I pinched Aamina’s big booty and told her to make some noise while I’m fucking her. When she seemed reluctant to comply with my request, I pulled her hair and yanked her head backwards while slamming my cock deeper inside of her. Muhammad smiled as Aamina’s eardrum-bursting scream filled the master bedroom of the apartment they both shared. I went really wild on her, man. I smacked that ass, pulled that hair and fucked that pussy. I owned her. Later, I had a go with her ass. Face down and ass up, Aamina spread her plump ass cheeks and offered me her asshole. Muhammad held Aamina’s ass cheeks wide open and lubricated her while I pushed my cock into her asshole. Hmmm. Aamina’s ass felt wonderfully warm and tight around my dick. Gently I began fucking her, taking my sweet time. We fucked and sucked for a good forty five minutes, then I had my nut. Once I pulled out of Aamina, Muhammad grabbed my still-hard dick, took off the condom and drank my seed. Man, I so wanted to fuck Muhammad but I was spent. Fortunately, the Somali stud knew a way to get me back online, so to speak.

Muhammad sucked my cock and fingered my asshole. Even with his best efforts, I wasn’t able to get hard again. At least not at first. Hey, if you’re smiling maliciously while reading this, you really should shut the fuck up. I’m a normal man, more or less, and I’ve got my limitations. Fortunately, Aamina joined Muhammad’s efforts. The sexy Lebanese mama sucked my cock while Muhammad sucked my balls. And what do you know? Lo and behold, in no time they had me hard as hell again. Muhammad smiled happily and assumed the position. Aamina held Muhammad’s ass cheeks wide open and poured lubricant all over his asshole while I put on a condom. I placed my dick against Muhammad’s asshole, and began fucking him. Aamina grinned at me and smacked Muhammad’s ass while I fucked him. She’s so naughty. I leaned over and sucked on Aamina’s tits while fucking Muhammad. The Somali stud didn’t mind. I enjoyed this delicious plate of Somali man booty for a good while, then I got my second and final nut of the night. And once more, Aamina and Muhammad sucked me off. Man, are Muslims freaky or what?

After that fantastic first night, the three of us became inseparable. I visit my hot new neighbors fairly often. Lebanese pussy and Lebanese booty along with a healthy serving of Somali man flesh. What kind of bisexual stud would I be if I didn’t enjoy such tasty dishes as often as I could? I’m new to Ottawa and although it’s a very boring town, I’m having fun. Carleton University is full of freaks too, I’m sure, but I’m new there and don’t want to get a bad reputation yet. That’s why I’m having my fun with some freaks located a bit closer to home. And for now, it works for me. While Ottawa isn’t half as beautiful as my beautiful hometown of Montreal, the local bitches ( both male and female ) give it up so easily that they make this town an attractive destination for booty catchers like myself. I think I’m going to like it here. This city won’t know what hit it!

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Aphrodisiac Transformation Ch. 02

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Note: In part one of this story, Dave’s friend James returned from Bangkok with a surprise, a potent herbal aphrodisiac. Though skeptical at first, Dave tried the powder on his wife, Karen and as it turned out, her friend Nancy. The result was an episode of incredible, unrestrained sex – the kind men dream about. The story continues from the next morning.

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Dave awoke the next morning with a smile that covered his whole head. It was literally a dream come true. Not only had his wife ravaged him beyond anything she’d ever done in the past, she’s even had sex with him and another woman – wild, uninhibited, cum-flying, ball-licking sex!

He held a key that obliterated a woman’s sexual inhibitions completely, causing her to desire sex more than air. My God, he thought, it could be worth mega-millions, but he knew of course it that he would never be able to market it, unless the FDA got really liberal.

For her part, Karen felt fine that morning, if a little confused. She remembered what had happened, but not with total clarity. More of a vague grasp of the details, with an overall image of a night of immense passion. One thing: how, she wondered, could she have been so incredibly loose, even participating in sex with another woman?

Perhaps David was right, we all have latent desires that are never acted upon until they build up and overtake us. After all, she hadn’t taken a survey of other people’s sexual habits. For all she knew, these things happened all the time. She was sure that she had enjoyed herself tremendously. She had loved being very naughty – it was something she secretly longed for – to fuck with reckless abandon. Karen had no regrets. On the contrary, she hoped it would happen again soon, somehow.

Dave called James at home to fill him in, only to get his answering machine. He finally reached James on his cell phone.

“James, where are you?”

“I’m getting the van worked on. What’s the good news?

“James, you da man!”

“No shit? I told you, brother. Give me the details.”

“Well, I put in on some pizza, and it melted right in.”

“Cool,” said James, “how long did it take till the fireworks began?”

“About fifteen, twenty minutes. But her friend Nancy walked in first.”

“Oh no,” James frowned.

“Oh yes,” beamed David. “Before I knew it, she ate a couple of a slices of the pizza and joined in the fun.”

“You mean, you got a twofer?”

David roared with laughter, “Actually it was a threefer. I did them, they did me, they did each other.”

“Oh, man,” James cried, “What I wouldn’t have given to see that. Did you film it?”

“No,” David reflected, “but that’s a good ideal for another time. Let me ask you a question. What effect does the powder have on us – the same as on a girl?”

“Not really, unfortunately.” James answered. “For some reason, it doesn’t have the same type of unrestricted arousal on the male system. Gives you some hard on and staying power, though. Like super Viagra.”

“Better than nothing,” David lamented. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Actually not much. Diane is traveling to her parents’ house for the weekend, so I’m stag.”

“Excellent,” replied Dave, “keep Saturday open.”

On Friday night, David told Karen that they were going to look at some antiques in the countryside with James on Saturday. Karen, who loved antique shopping and their friend James, was happy to go. David told James to come over with the conversion van – they were going to the country. James knew something was up – Dave hated shopping – and he couldn’t wait to see what David had in mind. What a wild man, he thought, I love that guy.

The ride to the country was filled with pleasant chatter, and they actually stopped at a couple of shops and looked around. Karen looked simply wonderful in her shorts and halter-top. Her tall, toned physique and exotic good looks were eye catching. Stopping at a roadside stand so Karen could use the restroom, David bought three cokes.

“Get ready to party, dude” David smiled at James.

“I knew you had something like this in mind, you nut. You sure that you want to do this?”

“No problem,” said David, “you’re like family, and this can open up a whole new vista for all of us.”

“But how are you going to get it going, what are you going to . . .”

James stopped speaking as Karen approached the van in the afternoon heat. David handed her a coke, which she nearly drained, as they got in the van and left. James drove along the lovely rural roads, music from his favorite Grateful Dead CD, American Beauty filling the cabin. “Just a box of rain . . .” he sang along with Phil Lesh.

David kept one eye on his watch and the other on Karen. Again, it took no more than fifteen minutes. He could see her eyes look off and hear her breathing change. Her hands played with each other. Her legs crossed and uncrossed. She’s probably getting wet, he thought. Now is the time, I just need Cami Halısı to light the fuse.

“So, Karen,” David asked innocently, “do you want to tell James about Thursday night with Nancy?”

“What?” Karen replied, unsure of what he meant. She felt almost as though she’d had a cocktail. Not drunk, but very nice, very serene, her mind uncluttered and her natural inhibitions quickly stripping away. “What, baby?”

“I mean about the movie we watched?” He turned to James. ” Man, James, you should have seen it. It started out with the usual talking, blah blah. Eventually this gorgeous redhead with huge tits pulled the guys cock out of his pants and began sucking it. I mean she swirled her tongue around the head, then somehow sucked the whole thing down, right Karen?”

“Yes he did,” Karen replied enthusiastically, her voice becoming thicker with passion as she spoke, “and he returned the favor. He pulled off her underwear and went to town on her sweet shaved pussy, licking it over and over and sucking on her clit until she was squirming like a fish out of water. Then he put the head of his big cock – his big fat cock – right against the opening of her sopping pussy . . .”

Karen began to speak faster. “And his cock was huge. It was beautiful. I have the . . . and he put it in her magnificent pussy and pounded away just . . . slamming her. It must have felt . . .”

Karen’s own words were wreaking havoc on her libido. As she recounted the porno to James, the images flooded her mind. She felt her lower back get slightly moist, as if she were exerting herself. Her pubic area started to tingle, as blood began to pour into her pussy lips and clit, swelling them.

Although she knew that she was starting to somehow mysteriously lose control – there was no doubt of it – Karen did not care. She reveled in the sensations. She stuck her hand down her pants, looking around self-consciously at first, and began to massage her mound. David smiled at James and went on.

“Then Nancy began sucking my cock. It was great, James. She slid her tongue all over it and sucked on my balls. She inhaled me. I held both her big tits in my hands and played with the nipples until they become rock hard.”

Suddenly feeling warm, Nancy stripped out of her shorts and top, revealing a white lace thong and matching bra set, which David had carefully bought her for the trip.

“David,” Karen begged. “I’m feeling – you better not talk . . .”

“She poured her hot saliva all over my big, stiff cock until is was soaking wet. She stroked my cock hard as she licked my asshole . . .”

Karen was now on the verge of totally losing control. She was rubbing every part of her body and licking her lips, her breathing ragged. It took all of her powers of concentration to say “James, please pull over – please.”

As her pulled to car into a secluded tree filled area, Karen got out of her seat and opened her shirt wide, literally sticking her breasts out at James. She cupped them in her hands as she swayed back and forth, as if dancing to charming island music. They were beautiful – firm and round, nipples just a little bigger than a quarter. James noticed that her nipples were fully erect as well, fairly pulsating.

“Haven’t you always wanted to see my tits, James?” Karen said unashamedly, her voice slightly slurred. “Do you like them? Why don’t you touch them?”

James responded by looking at David, who nodded his approval. James reached out and caressed Karen’s breasts, holding them in his large hands. Karen shivered and let out a sigh.

“Oh, James’, she said, looking at him adoringly, “that feels so good, having you touch me that way. So good.” Karen shut her eyes. The full effect of the powder was just hitting her system. She was about to go into arousal overdrive.

James brought his face to Karen’s breasts and lightly licked around one swollen aureole, then the other, while he gently squeezed her raised nipples. One at a time, he pushed a nipple in, only to watch it snap back out – bringing Karen incredible pleasure. She held onto his head with both hands as the feeling set in.

“Yes, baby,” she said. “Suck them, squeeze them. I’m so horny right now, James. I’m going to do things to you, to both of you, that I’ve never done before. Would you like that baby – would you David?” Karen’s head was awash with erotic energy as she continued, “I’m going to fuck you both as hard as I can. I’m going to suck on your cocks – I can’t wait to suck your cocks.”

David was incredibly turned on, listening to his wife talk like a full blown slut to their friend and him. The small amount of powder he put in his and James’ drink was working as James had explained. Both men had rock solid hard-ons, which they were going to put to good use on David’s electrified wife.

While James kissed and fondled Karen’s glorious tits, David reached around her waist and, kissing her back, put his hand inside her thong underwear. Descending his hand Cami Halıları down over her mound, he found her clit and, with his index finger, made it stand at attention. Karen was going nuts.

“Oh David – James. I’m so hot, I want you both. I want to taste your cocks. I want to fuck you. Let’s get wild on each other.”

James figured, what the hell – this is David’s idea. He pulled his cock out of his pants and fed it to Karen.

“Here you go, Karen. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted to see and taste? You want my big, fat cock between your pretty lips?”

Karen took James’ sizable cock in both hands and stroked it like it was her favorite toy. Looking into his eyes, she said in a wickedly sexy voice, “Oh yes it is James. It’s what I’ve wanted in my mouth for longer than I can tell you. I’ve always wanted to suck your cock – always wanted to fuck your brains out. I’m going to make your dreams come true.” James smiled at David and they both grinned at Karen’s uninhibited candor.

As Karen began to lick around the head of James’ engorged cock, David pulled her thong off and licked up and down the crack of her magnificent ass. Spreading her cheeks wide, he quickly found the entrance to her beautiful asshole and licked it softly. Karen sighed deeply and sucked further down James’ cock, using the flat of her tongue to contact as much area as possible. David proceeded to perform an extraordinary rim job on her, drenching her asshole with saliva.

Karen was bent over James, her seductively long legs spread to allow David’s tongue to tickle her asshole. With her full breasts hanging in front of him, James thought he might as well fondle them. Holding a breast in each hand, he used his thumbs to make circles around both aureoles, then pinched her nipples between his thumb and index finger. Each time his fingers made this journey, he squeezed her nipples a little harder, and shock waves surged through Karen’s body.

Still sucking James’ cock, she began to buck in orgasm. The intoxicating swells of pleasure coursing through her body encouraged her to suck even harder on it. Taking his shaft in both hands, she began to jerk James off. At first, she kept her mouth on the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it rapidly. But finally, as the full extent of the orgasm hit her, she pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her gorgeous eyes seared into James’.

“Cum on my face, James,” she pleaded in a low, throaty voice, her body shaking recklessly and her hands furiously pumping his organ. “Cum on my face and tits – like in the movies. I want to see you cum. I know how much this turns you on, I can feel it – you have me so hot – so hot – I need to see the cum shooting out of this beautiful cock.”

Karen was right, James was incredibly turned on by the sight of this gorgeous brunette working intense magic on his cock. He grabbed her hair as he felt his load roaring up the shaft like a freight train. His mouth formed an unconscious grin as he shot thick streams of semen that hit Karen in the chin, neck and upper breasts.

“Oh, Karen,” he moaned, you suck my cock so damn good – you can suck it anytime.”

Karen rubbed James’ seed into her neck and tits, then turned to David, her eyes still brimming with passion. Pulling his shorts off, David positioned her wet slit just over his full erection and tried to slip just the head in. To his delight, her pussy was so wet and excited that the full length of his cock slid in effortlessly, so that he was balls deep in his wife’s pussy. Karen began to use her long, shapely legs to move up and down on his cock.

“Fill me up, honey,” she blurted, “pump my pussy. Again – again – again . . .” Karen chanted as she rode her husband’s cock like an energizer bunny. Up and down she went – each down stroke delivering the sensation of waves crashing on the beach.

As wonderful as it felt, she needed more, and both men knew it.

“Karen?” David asked, “do you want more honey – do you want to feel something you’ve never felt before? Do you want to fuck James and I at the same time? Can you handle that?”

“Yes – yes I can,” she cried breathlessly. ” James — James, help your friend out – I need you both. Yes, that’s right – I’m ready for both of you now. Can you do it, James? Will you join in? I want to feel both of you.” Karen wasn’t quite sure what to expect – nor did she fret. All she knew was that her body was on fire and sexual fulfillment was the only thing that could put it out.

James took his still rock hard tool and wet it with some of the juices flowing freely out of Karen’s pussy. Karen slowed down her pace of riding David’s cock to give him a perfect target. James took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her ass, the shape and perfect skin tone she was blessed with. The way her defined upper torso tapered in to meet the top of her ass, as her long legs met at the top. Her body glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, accentuating the intoxicating smell of her perfume. The beauty of a woman’s body, when viewed from any angle, should never fail to be appreciated.

James spread her ass cheeks as wide apart as he could and moved his crown around the entrance to her hole, lubricating it further. Then he carefully inserted the tip of his cock inside her sphincter. At first impossibly tight, it soon began to accommodate him. He drove out and in again a few more times until it stayed open, ready to accept his full length.

Holding Karen’s shoulders, he pumped his entire cock into her asshole for the first time. She gasped.

Karen now had the exquisite sensation of a cock in her pussy, while another pounded her asshole. It was a first for her and she most certainly had never felt anything quite like it in her life. The fullness, the stimulation – it was almost unbearable. Sweat was now cascading down her lower back in streams, and she leaned forward on David as both men fucked her hard. She held her tits as they bounced uncontrollably from the force of both cocks hammering her.

When she could finally formulate words, they spilled out like sand pouring out of a slit bag.

“You – you two. You’re fuck – you’re fucking me – you’re fucking me to death. I’m dying the most – the most exquisite death – I feel like – I feel like I’m going to heaven – my whole body feels – Ohhh – Ohhh no . . . . Oh . . .yes . . .”

Karen’s orgasm literally started at her toes and traveled like shock therapy through her calves and thighs and all the way through her genitals. She felt as though she was having two orgasms at the same time – and indeed she was – one that started from her pelvic floor, where David’s cock was smashing, and another deep inside her anal canal, which James’ rod was stretching her. Together, they made her stomach feel warm and created a tingling sensation in her breasts. The sensation spread rapidly though her arms and shoulders, finally resting just below her jawbone. Her eyelids fluttered as her body was rocked hard, the orgasm ripping though her. She shivered, and her body was covered with goose bumps – her head thrust back and her mouth wide open.

“Woooww,’ she managed. “Oh – my – God – it’s – so – intense – wooah.” Her orgasm crashed into her like an automobile accident, then slowly subsided, leaving her wanting more.

David was astounded at the sexual energy the powder gave Karen. Without missing a beat, she dismounted him, and with James’ cock still buried in her ass, devoured David’s cock. “I – just – have to taste – your cock in my – mouth,” she mumbled between slurps. In a matter of just a minute or so, David was on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, honey, I feel it building up . . . where do you want it?”

Karen didn’t reply, nor did she remove her mouth from David’s cock. She just looked him in the eyes and this was his answer. He shot his thick stream down Karen’s throat. Somehow, she was able to swallow blast after blast with her head still dancing up and down on him.

Still, neither man was spent and Karen, covered with sweat, was still frenzied with raw lust.

Karen dismounted James’ cock and turned her back to David, who was sitting in the van’s other captain’s chair, his stiff cock pointing toward the roof. She placed her asshole, still stretched open from James’ onslaught, over his pole. David pulled her onto him. His cock slid easily into her rectum.

“Oh my,” Karen shuddered, “such a sweet sensation, darling. Your glorious cock — filling my ass. It feels like it – like it is filling my whole body.”

David reveled in the feeling of his cock in Karen’s ass. The smooth feeling, the inexplicable wickedness of it. In their relationship, she had never really enjoyed the feeling of anal sex, but tolerated it. Now, however, she craved the feeling of a cock filling her anal passage more than anything.

James had now moved in front of Karen. She took his cock between her tits and began jerking him off with them, sweat beading on her forehead.

It was so quiet and peaceful in the country, it was a wonder that the three lovers didn’t hear the State Police cruiser pull up – though they were otherwise occupied.

Sgt. Paul Truman exited his vehicle to see what was going on in the new conversion van. He’d noticed it there by the trees for over a half-hour now, and was becoming suspicious. With two years on the force, the handsome young trouper felt ready to handle any situation. His training had prepared him well. He was strong and brave, and totally unprepared for what he saw when he looked inside the van.

Through the tinted windows he saw two men and one hot brunette engaging in what looked to be extraordinary sex. She had one fella’s dick between her tits and the other one was – was that her ass he was fucking? Good Lord, he thought.

Paul was somewhat unsophisticated, but far from stupid. He quickly sized up the situation as non-threatening. His only concern was whether it was consensual sex or not. He knocked on the window with his nightstick. The occupants jumped. James and Dave quickly dressed, while Karen covered herself with a blanket from the back of the van. James opened the window.

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Fourth of July Birthday

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This is the fourth in my “(insert holiday name) Birthday” series. The first three are “Valentine Birthday”, “Easter Birthday” and “Double Birthday.” Readers have asked me to expand the series. This time, a girl’s birthday coincides with our country’s birthday celebration. Fireworks aren’t the only things that get hot!

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“Daddy, they’re doing fireworks at Puddle Park.”

The park wasn’t really called Puddle Park. That was a nickname. At the bottom of three steep hills, the park filled with water after any rainstorm. The local weather forecaster would report how much rain we got by how much of the swing sets were submerged. High and dry above the depression were parking lots for visiting citizens.

“So, Daddy, will you take us? Pleeeeese?”

“Us” was the shortcut for my daughter and her four closest friends. They went everywhere together. On our first outing, I got to know her friend and our neighbor Bree really well. Too well, in retrospect. I had taken her cherry on her eighteenth birthday. It wasn’t my idea, really, although I guess I went along willingly. Then there was Marci, who fucked me like a bunny while I wearing an Easter bunny costume. I hadn’t seen the girls as a group since then.

“Okay, I’ll drive you all to the park for the fireworks display.”

And so I drove our van through the extended neighborhood, gathering the budding young women.

“Hello, Mr. Marcus,” Bree greeted me warmly.

“Hi, Bree,” I responded, uncomfortable at hiding our intimate liaison.

“Hi, Mr. Marcus,” said Marci, grinning broader than necessary.

I promised myself that no repeat episodes like those would occur this night.

My daughter and I were well prepared, but the girls brought extra blankets, snacks and whatever else young girls carry in those oversized shoulder bags they use as purses. Although all of the girls were dressed for the warm weather, Sally was dressed the most provocatively. Her shorts were handmade from regular blue jeans, but cut so high the cheeks of her ass stuck out from the backs and the two front pockets hung down from the extremely brief clipping on the front. Her crop-top was at least one size too small, and there was clear evidence she had left her bra at home. I locked up the van and we paraded down the Bayan Escort Antep slope towards the bottom.

“Let’s set up next to the sandbox,” my daughter demanded.

Once she had something in her head, there was no negotiating. The recent rain had turned the sand into semi-permeable concrete. The ground was damp. Fortunately, we had brought a plastic drop cloth to put down, so as not to ruin the blankets. The ground was not only damp but also cold and it took several layers of blankets to made a warm patch. The girls were playfully roughhousing and Sally got pushed off the blanket onto the cold damp turf.

“Eeeeoooo, I’m soaked,” she cried.

When she stood up, I saw that her shorts and exposed buttocks were wet and dirty from the ground.

“I need to go back up to the van and change. Mr. Marcus, could I please have the key?”

“Don’t let her go alone, Daddy. We’ll be okay here. There are still four of us.”

I agreed, following Sally up the steep hill. More than once Sally lost her footing on the damp grass, and I had to grab her to prevent her from tumbling down the embankment, taking me with her. I had several opportunities to touch her body, each time making a frantic grab regardless of where my hand landed. Her safety, not my pleasure, was my concern. By the time we got to the parking lot, I had accidentally groped Sally all over. I was not unaffected by these chance opportunities. I unlocked the van and opened the rear hatch, where the girls had stowed still more backpacks and duffel bags. Sally bent forward, giving me an extended look at her dirty, exposed buttocks. She found her duffel and searched for a change of clothing.

“I was sure I packed a pair of jeans, for when it got colder. I guess I must have left them at home. At least I have a towel.”

Sally faced me and rubbed the towel back and forth her backside like a hula dancer. The rest of her body swayed with the movement. I kept reminding myself of the Valentine’s Day and Easter incidents and my promise to myself to avoid a repeat.

Sally handed me the towel.

“Did I get all of the wet spots, Mr. Marcus?” Sally asked, spinning around and bending over slightly. By dragging the towel back and forth, Sally had displaced the crotch material of her shorts. Even in the dim parking lot lighting, I could see part of her pussy exposed.

“I think I have a wet spot. Could you get it for me?”

I wadded up the towel and passed it quickly over her behind, trying to keep my hands at a distance from her privates.

“You’ll never get it that way.”

Sally placed the towel flat on my hand and placed it in between her buttocks, manipulating it by moving my wrist.

“Ooh, that’s better.”

“Sally, I don’t think -“

“Mr. Marcus, I’m hot as a fire cracker.”

Sally reached back and grabbed the front of my pants.

“Ooh, and so are you. I really want to celebrate tonight with a bang.”

Sally pulled the towel free but left my hand between her legs. She didn’t have to move my wrist. I was out of control but in control, stroking her partially exposed and partially covered mound.

“Come on,” she said, crawling into the back of the van. She released the middle seats and pushed them forward. Then she lay back on the thin carpeting. Her short shorts and panties were off in an instant. Her legs spread, she was waiting. For me. What was I going to do?

“Get in and shut the hatch before anybody sees me,” she demanded.

I followed her orders. I was kneeling above her as she undid my belt and zipper. Her hand reached inside my shorts.

“Bree said you were big but I didn’t believe her. I should have used a bigger candle.”

“So you planned this?” I asked, trying to ignore the effect her tiny hand was having, stroking my erection.

“Yeah, sure. Oh, you don’t know! Today is my birthday. I’m eighteen tonight, and I want you to be my first real lover.”

“Sally, I’m really flattered, but this isn’t right.”

“Oh, so it was okay to fuck the shit out of Bree and Marci, but I’m not good enough. What, am I so ugly?”

Sally used both hands to pull up her tank top, leaving it to hang loose around her neck. Her small breasts were capped by medium sized brown patches and small nubbins in the centers.

“No, Sally, you’re not ugly at all. You’re very pretty.”

Sally continued to work my penis with one hand and herself with the other.

“Then come closer and show how me how pretty I am.”

Sally did the honors, pulling my pants and underwear down to just above my knees. I leaned forward, balancing my weight on my knees between her legs, Sally directing my erection towards her massaged and willing pussy. I put my stiff arms on each side of her body, so I wouldn’t crush her with my weight. The quarters were so cramped, the only place for my feet were up in the air, against the window of the rear hatch. I was pretty well jammed in until Sally pulled me closer, unceremoniously thrusting my dick into her cunt.

“Give me your fire cracker,” she moaned, thrusting her hips forward to take more.

Okay, I figured. She wants to feel something in her. I’d be happy to oblige. But, I won’t make the same mistake that I made with Bree and Marci. I’ll keep things under control, give her a couple of inches and pull out before I cum.

“Uh, uh, uh, no, you’ve got to go deeper, Mr. Marcus. Fuck me good, fuck me deep.”

Sally scooted towards me. In my position, feet against the rear window, on my knees, arms locked and outstretched holding me up, I had nowhere to move. Now I was a couple of inches further into Sally’s cunt. She was thrusting her hips even more frantically, and my penis was really enjoying the friction. She must have used a very small candle indeed. Okay, I’m a little deeper than I wanted to be, but that’s okay. In for an inch, in for four. Or six. Okay, eight. I can still pull out before I dump my load and Sally will still be happy and well fucked.

“I can’t see anything. I really want to see you fucking me.”

Neither of us was in a position to turn on the overhead dome light, and that was just as well. Even with privacy glass, I was afraid someone would see in if we turned on the light. Sally reached for her backpack and fumbled around inside it. I couldn’t see what she was doing until it was too late. She used a lighter and lit a sparkler.

“Sally, we’re right above the gas tank. Put that out. And don’t touch it. It’s hot.”

I couldn’t believe I was giving parental instruction to the young lady I was fucking. Sally blew with all of her might but of course the sparkle burned even brighter. She shook it, and that’s when it happened. A few burning embers came loose and landed on my back, just above my ass. I was right, it was hot. I had no free hand to flick them off.

“Sally, I’m burning up.”

“Oh, Mr. Marcus, I’m hot for you too.”

Sally continued to buck her hips with more vigor. All I could think to do was to try and toss the embers off by bucking up and back, hoping the movement would dislodge them. The pain of my burning flesh was completely distracting. I could think of nothing else except getting them off.

“Owwww.”

“Ooooh,” Sally moaned.

I threw my body forward. They stayed, stuck to my flesh.

“Owwww.”

“Ooooh.”

Again, putting my weight behind the lunge. No effect.

“Owwww.”

“Ooooh.”

Once more. The pain was decreasing. Maybe they were burning out.

“Owwww.”

“Ooooh.”

I looked down. I was buried to the hilt in Sally’s cunt, not a fraction of an inch to spare. In my efforts to dislodge the burning embers, I had made a series of serious and deep thrusts into Sally’s tight cunt and raised both of our levels of excitement. In response, Sally had scooted even further towards me. My knees were bent even tighter, and I had no room to move back, or even forward for that matter. And, I could feel a tingling that warned me that my juices were forming for the big wet finish, not a good sign if I was to pull out before cumming. Sally was keeping up the rhythm, rocking back and forth on my erection, enjoying the full length.

“Oh, you’re so hot. I’m so hot.”

One of Sally’s hands went down to her clit, and she rubbed it ferociously. The other came down between my legs and fondled my balls. Soon they were pressed against the base of my erection, ready for business.

“No, Sally, no.”

“Oh, yes, Mr. Marcus, yes, yes, yes.”

With her hips thrashing, Sally’s cunt boiled over. I could do nothing but try to extinguish her flames with my love juice. Sally’s hand came up with seepage on her fingertips.

“Wow, Bree wasn’t lying. You do give a girl a good birthday present, Mr. Marcus.”

“You’re welcome, I think.”

She scooted back, leaning against the folded middle seats, giving me enough room to turn and sit down. Cum leaked from her initiated pussy.

“Say, shouldn’t we clean up? Maybe we can still catch some of the fireworks. Not that we haven’t already made our own, huh?”

Sally found her jeans that miraculously appeared from her duffel. She didn’t bother with panties. I pulled up my pants and zipped up. We opened and climbed out of the side door just as my daughter and her friends were coming towards the van, blankets and such in hand.

“You missed the whole thing, Daddy.”

I didn’t correct her.

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An Original H M Tale

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Home Invasion

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Note: This one’s a little edgy, and may not be for everyone. It is just fantasy, but if you’ve ever been the victim of violent crime you might not want to read this. Consider yourself warned – I don’t need any nasty letters about it, thanks.

When my apartment door burst open I was sitting at the computer in my underwear. Too late I realized that I’d stupidly left the door unlocked. Now there was a big, strange man standing in my hallway staring at me through a nylon mask. I could hear his heavy breathing. The flashbulb memory is burned into my brain. The man turned to lock the door and then stepped toward me. I was frozen, my heart pounding, but I managed to think, “Don’t faint, don’t faint…”

“Hey, faggot,” the stranger growled. He’d seen the pictures on my monitor. I could make out a sinister toothy grin through the mask.

“Wh-what do you want?” I blurted out.

“Whatever you got that I can carry. And since you’re a poof maybe I’ll just get my rocks off before I rob you. You faggots give the best head.”

I somehow summoned the strength to stand up from my chair. “Take whatever you want, but leave me alone. I’ve got a friend coming over any minute. He knows I’m home, and if I don’t let him in he’ll call the police.”

“Yeah, right. Sit down! If he comes, we’ll let him in all right, and I’ll just see which one of you’s the best cocksucker. You think you can take me? I can snap you like a twig… or cut you up good,” he snarled at me as he moved toward me, flicking his hand at the last to reveal and flip open a switchblade.

Terrified, I sat back down slowly, staring at the knife. The blade glinted blue in the light from the computer. My mind raced. Was he going to kill me? I tried to stay calm and tell myself that he just wanted to rob me and get lost, but I couldn’t know what he would do. I really was no match for him. He was a lot bigger than I. I did a mental inventory of all the possible weapons in my home, but all were far out of reach and there was no way I could make a run for them. For now I’d have to do what he told me. I looked up at him, trying to see his face. Through the nylon I could only see that he had thick dark hair and a goatee.

“So, you like looking at pictures of dick, huh? Here, have a good look at mine, then. Open my pants, ya fudgepacker, you’re gonna love this,” he continued as he moved closer, towering over me and thrusting his big crotch at my face.

“Please, sir, take anything, just–”

“Shut up! I’ll take my sweet time fucking your faggot gob, is what I’ll take, if I want to. And whatever else I want. Now, fish out the pole I’m gonna tear your ass open with, if you’re real good, heh, heh, heh,” he barked, and laughed sickeningly. This sick fuck was really enjoying himself.

Hating him and myself, I slowly did what I was told. I reached up and with shaking hands felt for his zipper.

“Start with the belt. Open it all up so you can get at my balls too.”

I unhooked his big metal belt buckle, memorizing its design as I did so. I was determined to be able to identify him if I ever got out of this. He was wearing a leather biker jacket, a black t-shirt, black jeans, and what looked like combat boots. When I’d stood, it had been partly to see how tall he was, and I guessed about 6’5” by the couple of inches he had on me. He outweighed me by a good fifty pounds, though, putting him at about 225. He probably really could snap me like a twig, and I abandoned thoughts of somehow getting the knife from him.

I slowly unbuttoned the waist of his jeans. I was still hoping that he might just stop all of this and take my valuables and leave, so I moved as slowly as I thought I could get away with. I was sickened by the fact that it was obvious that he was already aroused by all this. It was also obvious that his equipment matched the rest of him in terms of size, by the growing bulge in his jeans. I gulped at the thought of that monster taking me by force. I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his button-fly and pulled his jeans open. He wore cheap white briefs, that were obscenely distended by his now twitching cock, which arced off to the side. The pungent smell of ball and ass sweat wafted out in my face, and I paused.

“That’s it, you little whore, pull it out,” he pushed me on.

I took hold of the waistband of his briefs and pulled it out, over and down. His penis swung free to bob and point at my forehead, and it was huge. Continuing my mental ID inventory, I noted that he was probably about eight inches long, and uncut. There was a freckle or mole on the foreskin on the left side. The head was half-exposed and a bead of precum was forming in the slit.

“What are you waiting for, bitch? Suck it,” he ordered.

I was shaking all over, and I leaned in slowly, then he stopped me.

“Wait.” He put the knife behind my ear and braced it there with his thumb, the way you peel an apple. “You bite me, bitch, and you lose this ear.”

My shaking continued, and he now Escort Bayan Antep pulled my head forward by the ear so that I couldn’t t help but just open my mouth to take in his dripping penis. The bastard shoved it all the way in and held it there, gagging me, for several seconds.

“Oh yeah. You’ve gotta nice warm mouth, faggot. Suck that big dick. I know you love it,” he growled down at me as he started to thrust in and out of my mouth, holding my head still with the knife held to my ear and his other beefy hand clamped over my other ear. As terrified and disgusted as I was, my mind was churning again, trying to think of what to do. I didn’t want to cooperate, of course, but I hoped that if I did I’d at least get of it all alive. I thought, “I can do this. He’s not hurting me. I can have sex with him, and he won’t hurt me and he’ll leave.” But it just felt so dirty, like I was the whore he was calling me. I’d done it for less in the past, though, for much less than my life. Haven’t we all? So I tried to steel my resolve and strategize, while he pounded at the back of my throat with his monster cock. It was very thick, and it was hard to keep my teeth from scraping him, but with the knife pricking me behind my ear I did my best. All of sudden he pulled out.

“Hey dick-bitch!” I looked up at him. “I want this in your throat. All you girly-boys are good at that, so I know you’re holding out on me. Quit your gagging and take me down to my balls!”

I took a deep breath, knowing I’d need the air, and he shoved himself back into my mouth. This time when his big head hit the back of my throat I relaxed it and after a few seconds he slid past and into my esophagus. I hated that he knew I could do this. He groaned another of his oh-yeahs and pulled my head forward until my nose was jammed into his sweaty black pubes. I suddenly had an idea. If he was like most guys, he’d be done once he came, so I figured that if I made him come he wouldn’t rape me and he would just take some stuff and leave. I started to move my head. If this was what it would take, I’d give this bastard the best damn blowjob I knew how. I thought for a moment about him coming in my mouth, and the risks involved, but decided that the knife scraping my ear presented greater risk.

“Yeah, that’s it. I knew you liked it. That’s it. Blow me, whore-boy,” he moaned, loosening his grip on my head.

I tried to pretend he was just one of the many men I done this for in the past, for pleasure. I closed my eyes and worked the big slippery cock in and out of my tight throat. I knew I could make him come as fast as I wanted him to, and if I did it right, I’d take his load down my throat so I wouldn’t even have to taste it.

“Squeeze my balls, cocksucker. Work them while you eat my prick. You love it. You love me fucking your face, you slut! Oh fuck, yeah, suck that dick, faggot!”

I complied with his command, and reached up to knead his big sweaty balls as I increased my tempo. Me started to moan and I knew he was close. I sped up more, and then suddenly he grabbed my hair and yanked my head off his pole.

“Oh no you don’t. I wanna see my load on your face, sperm boy. Jack it. Jack my prick off on that pretty face.”

Foiled in my plan, I could only do what he told me again. I kept working his big balls, and took his dick in my other hand and stroked. I still just wanted to get it over with, so I stroked hard and fast and closed my eyes, waiting to feel his semen hit my face. “DNA evidence,” I thought as I stroked.

“Open your eyes! You’re gonna see it coming, buddy,” he hissed, and I opened my eyes just in time to see the first rope of semen rip out of his cock. It landed on my cheek. I kept stroking and tried to keep my eyes open despite the pelting of hot bullets of spunk my face was getting. He grunted all the while. I was sickened to be sitting there drenched in this criminal’s sperm, but I hoped that it was over at last.

“Ooh, yeah, baby. Nice. Wish I brought my camera. Bet you love sitting there wearing my big hot load.”

I had nothing to say. His come seemed to burn as it oozed and dripped down my face.

“I know what you think you’re doing, by the way. You were thinking that if you just made me come I get out of here and leave you alone.” My heart sank. I tried a pleading look up at him.

“Thing is, that throat-fuck was so good, I can’t pass up a chance to fuck your other hole, now, can I?”

“No… please–”

“Shut up, bitch. You know you’re gonna love it. Luckily it doesn’t take long for me to get hard again, especially with a whore licking my asshole.”

“No, listen. Take anything. Please, I’ll–”

He flashed the knife in the air. “I am gonna take anything. I’m gonna take your ass, and you’re going to do whatever I tell you ‘til I do. Otherwise you’ll be picking your guts off this nice clean floor. Now, get on your knees. I’ll be right with you, I’m just gonna make this more comfortable for you.”

Wondering what he was up to, I slowly got down on my knees on the floor and watched him walk across my studio apartment, never taking his eyes of me. He went to the window that made up one whole wall of my apartment, and tugged at the blind cord. The vertical blinds sweeped open to reveal my familiar nighttime view of the city. He shuffled around with his pants open the whole time, his big flaccid cock lolling about, still glistening with my saliva. He went back to the hall, and suddenly the whole apartment lit up, every light.

“In case anyone wants to watch you work,” he explained wickedly. “Fuck, you’re such a little cock slut, they’ll think it’s just another night’s work for you. They can probably even see my load on your face! Now, eat me ass, whore!” he ordered, as he shoved his jeans and underwear down to his knees and spun around to bend over in front of me.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. With his cumload drying on my face, I stared ahead at his big hairy ass gaping at me in the blinding light. Again I got a strong waft of man-ass sweat and my stomach churned.

“Lick that ass or I’ll cut you!” He waved the knife in the air. The light only made it look more deadly than it had before.

I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue. I was trying to have as little of me touch him as possible. I aimed my tongue at a spot below his asshole, but close enough to it so that he might think I was licking his hole, I hoped. I made contact with his flesh, and again my strategizing backfired, as he reached around and grabbed the back of my neck with his free hand. With little effort he mashed my whole face into his ass, and with my pulling back, set up a ramming rhythm so that my tongue and nose were alternately buried in his anus. I was gagging, and he was groaning and hurling his now-familiar epithets back at me. He kept it up for a couple of minutes, then let go of my head. I slumped back on my haunches. Now his come was smeared and matted into the hair on his ass. He’d wiped his load off my face with his ass. I felt sick looking at it.

“Now, clean it up. That was just for fun. If you’re going to make me hard again, you gotta give my whole ass and hole a good tongue bath, like my old lady does. She does it nice and slow. ‘Course, you went and got my come all over me, ya sloppy whore. You’ll have to clean that up too. Start scrubbing, ass-licker.”

I thought I would hurl for sure. This fucker was sick. I knew he’d make me do it, but I needed to pause, to think. I roused myself again with thoughts that if I just got it over with, it would end. In my freaked-out, grossed-out state, I even thought fleetingly of the contestants on Fear Factor, and what they must think when they’re about to eat a bunch of maggots or something. They thought about the money, I thought about getting out alive. This sick fuck showed no signs of compassion, and certainly no respect for gay human life. I leaned in and lapped a big long lick right over his hole.

“Oh yeah! See, you fucking love it. Yeah, wash me up buddy. Hope you like the smell. I can’t remember when I showered last. I won’t have to again for awhile, when you’re done!”

I gagged again, but screwed up my resolve and lapped away at the monster’s big ass. I washed his crack like he told me to, and sucked his come out of his matted ass hair thinking, “It’ll be over soon, it’ll be over soon.” I could feel that he was stroking his cock, and couldn’t think about what was coming.

“Yeah, good job, my little faggot whore. Guess where this is going?” he sneered, as he stood up from his squat and turned around, brandishing his now full erection at me. He continued to stroke it, and I saw precum sparkling at the tip again. As the knife did; it too looked larger and more deadly in the full light.

I gulped and stood up shakily. “Please, please don’t–”

“Shut up! You’re gonna like this best of all. It’s what all you faggots want all the time! You make me sick! Get on the bed!” With that, he grabbed my shoulder, spun me around and shoved me hard toward my bed. I stumbled and fell across the bed on my stomach. I closed my eyes and tried to think again that it was just another guy I was having sex with, it was OK, and I was going to get through it. Then my body jerked up as he ripped my briefs right off with one strong yank. My hips burned where the waisteband seared my flesh with the abrupt friction, and I lay there trembling, now completely vulnerable to his attack.

“Yeah, your ass is enough like my woman’s that I’ll keep it up while I rape you,” he growled as groped my ass, spreading my cheeks and prodding me with his fingers, “she likes it up there too.”

“You must have rubbers here somewhere – all you faggots do,” he said as I heard him rummage in my nightstand, “I’m sure as fuck not gonna catch any faggot diseases from you, skank. Here we go – small of course, but this’ll do the trick. Here, faggot, I’ll even give you a dab of this lube, just so I don’t get your blood on me when I rip into you.”

His running commentary was torture to me as I waited for this ultimate violation. I was relieved though, in fact, to know that he was going to use a condom, and lube. I’d expected him to just dry-fuck me, bareback. That would have torn me open, for sure, with that monster cock. My head jerked back when I felt a sharp jab at my hole. I thought he was fucking me, but realized it was only one of his beefy fingers, sawing in and out of me.

“Just to lube you good. I like tight, but my old lady’s not as tight as you, and I wanna enjoy this,” he kept up his sinister chatter, as he added a second finger to his invasion. After adding a third and continuing to call me every dirty name he could think of, he removed his fingers and shifted himself above me. He held still for several seconds, torturing me.

“Take this, bitch!” he spat out then, and drove his cock straight into my tight asshole. I saw stars. I wanted to scream, but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurting me. I gulped a mouthful of duvet and bit down hard, then screamed after all, but it was muffled into the bedclothes. He pulled out, all the way, and viciously rammed his penis back into me, right to his balls, which pressed down on my own. I screamed again.

“There you go, faggot, the cock you always wanted. Take it. Take it, whore!” he yelled as he raped me. Opening my eyes, I caught our reflection in the window. In dazzling light, there I was on my bed being raped by a big masked stranger in a biker jacket. And beyond the glass, the countless lights of the city – many apartments just like mine across the way. I felt sick again to know that what my attacker had spat at me was true, that even if anyone saw this – and probably several were watching with binoculars right now – they’d probably just think we were a couple of kinky gay fucks getting off. Those queers, you just never know what they’ll get up to. I looked at my city and knew I was alone. I’d have to get through this with no help.

I refocused, concentrating again, even over my rapist’s steady spiel of abuse, on the thoughts of this being just another fuck. Fuck him. He wasn’t that big. I was sure I’d had bigger. The pain had actually subsided, as it always does. I started thinking about a guy I knew whose cock was about this guy’s size that I used to mess around with. Yeah, it’s just Paul fucking me, and talking rough, I tried to tell myself. We’re role-playing. I closed my eyes and saw Paul as he used to look when he pounded my ass lovingly. To my amazement, I started to feel my dick stir! Simultaneously disgusted with myself and thrilled that my survival plan was working, I humped my hips a bit, to shift and allow my cock to grow, and rub against the duvet to my intruder’s fuck-thrusts. He felt my movement, and again took it as encouragement.

“See, ya little whore, I told you you’d love it! What, your little prick getting hard? Fuck, you’re just like all the rest of those faggots. They’ll take it from anyone!” He changed his rhythm, and started to grind into me differently, making each push long and hard. I soon realized that he was doing this so that there’d be more friction for my cock, clamped as it was between me and the bed.

It worked for my fantasy, and I just kept my eyes closed and pictured Paul above me, glistening with sweat as we always both were when we fucked. My cock was fully hard, and was getting quite a workout from the soft cotton duvet cover. I actually started to “enjoy” the feeling of “Paul’s” dick skewering my ass. He filled me all the way, and with his bearing down there was heavy friction on my prostate and my dick. I started to squeeze the violating cock with my ass muscles to the rhythm of his thrusting. I actually started getting close. It would all be over soon. I started to moan and tried to muffle it in the bedclothes.

“’Spose you’re gonna shoot your little wad off, are you? Big fat cock ripping you open, just like you like it, huh? Tell me! Am I gonna make you come, you little slut?”

I muttered into the duvet.

“Speak up! Tell me you want me to fuck you to ‘til you come! Say it!”

“I–”

“Say it!”

“I… I want you to fuck me ‘til I come! … Fuck me!… Come on, fuck my hole! Yeah, fuck me, ya fucker! Can’t you do me any harder?! Pound my ass, asshole! Give it to me!” erupted from some store of energy and conviction I didn’t know I had left in me.

“Oh yeah! You do love it! I’ll pound you, whore. I’ll pound the shit outta you, bitch! Take it! Take that cock!” With this, he shifted his body slightly again, so that he could swivel his hips to more fully slam his into my battered ass. Our flesh and balls slapped together, and the buckle of his biker jacket rattled and bounced, cold, against my asscheek. I carried on my tirade, letting out all the hatred for him that had pent up inside me since he broke in, as did he, and my whole body actually inched across the bed as he drove me forward a little with each thrust, my dick raging beneath me. I’d never been so filled with cock. I started to whimper and moan uncontrollably.

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Gym Buddies Ch. 02

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“You bitch!” Jenna yelled at me. “Both of them together? Thanks for sharing, jerk!”

“It kind of just happened, Jenna… I shouldn’t have told you,” I said.

“No, what you should have done was call me. I’ve had my eye on both of them as well and you go off and fuck them both at the same time! You could have at least left one of them for me.”

“Well, it’s not like I married them, I’m sure you can join us next time. If there is a next time,” I said.

It had been only been two days since my threesome with Rob and Eric. I finally had to tell someone and decide to tell Jenna since she introduced me to the gym and by default the guys. I didn’t expect her reaction to be like this. She was more upset I didn’t call and share than the fact that I fucked two guys. I guess she had been having the same thoughts herself.

“Oh there will be a next time and I better fucking be there, Lacy!”

“Seriously? So you want all four of us to, like have an orgy?”

“Oh, like that is surprising to you, miss threesome! Yes! Hell yes, now we know they are into it, the group sex I mean. Why not. Just think how fun it would be to do them both, all of us together just going at it. Fuck it makes me hot just thinking about it.”

“Wow, okay, I didn’t see this coming,” I said.

“Well, now you know my dark side,” Jenna laughed… “I think it comes with the name.”

“True, you do have a porn star name,” I laughed with her.

“Exactly so when are we doing this?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I planned the first time.”

“Well, I want you to plan the second time and invite me. I can’t wait to see these guys naked. You do know you picked the two hottest guys at the gym, right. Was that on purpose?”

“Not really. Their schedules just worked with mine so I see them a lot.”

“Lucky you. You have to tell me all about them. I want details, cock details and everything.”

“Okay, or we could just go to the gym tonight and make something happen. I’m sure they will both be there.”

“Oh, hell yes… I’m totally in. What time?”

“I usually show up at six and they are already there.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you there,” Jenna said, with the biggest smile on her face I’ve ever seen. “But first you have to tell me everything.”

**

Work ended for the day and I drove home, changed into my workout stuff and headed for the gym. I hadn’t been back since I fucked Rob and Eric so I hadn’t seen them either. I had only missed a day, which happens occasionally so I’m sure they haven’t thought much of it. When I pulled into the lot, Jenna was waiting for me in her car. Rob’s and Eric’s vehicles where there and Jenna jumped out of hers like a kid on Christmas.

“They are both here!” she said, running up to me.

“I told you they would be.”

“Oh, my hell, I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” Jenna said. “I have plans!”

“Plans? Do tell,” I said.

“No time, let’s get in there and see if they will do it with us.”

“Trust me, it will be easy to convince them.”

Jenna was looking hot, hotter than normal for the gym. She had on her skimpiest sports bra and shorts. Her makeup and hair looked too good for the gym but I didn’t say anything. She’s taller than me and thin with not many curves. Narrow hips and natural small breasts but her face is gorgeous. She colors her natural dark hair an unnatural red, but it looks good on her. We headed in but before we did I had to calm her down and told her to play it casual, and to pretend she didn’t know anything. She finally settled down by the time we walked in.

“Lacy!” Rob and Eric yelled out like always and then when they saw Jenna they did the same for her.

“Hi guys. How’s it going?” I asked.

“Great, and you?” Rob asked.

“I’m good, ready for a hard workout.”

“Jenna, we don’t normally see you at this time of day,” Eric said.

“Nope, I figured I’d come with Lacy today. She said it’s less crowded.”

“Yeah, normally just the three of us,” Rob said.

I could tell that Jenna didn’t want to work out. She wanted to get it on and wanted me to instigate immediately so she was a little put out when I started working out with them. She finally started her own small workout but I could tell she wasn’t doing much, thinking things would go the way she wanted them soon. Every set I finished she looked at me with this look of “what the hell are you doing!” but I just kept working out with the guys as if nothing was different. Finally after twenty minutes she couldn’t take it anymore.

Screaming in frustration, Jenna yelled, “Are we going to fuck or what!”

Rob almost drop his weights. Eric started laughing and I shook my head.

“Well I guess the secrets out of the bag. I told Jenna what we did the other day. She wants in,” I said.

“Fine with me,” Rob said, setting his weights on the bench rack and sitting up.

“Yeah, me too,” Eric added.

“So my house again?” Rob asked, standing up.

“Sure, you are the closest,” I said.

“So we’re really doing Escort Bayan Antep this!” Jenna exclaimed.

“Yes, Jenna… I told you it wouldn’t be difficult to convince them.”

“Let’s go now!” she shouted.

“Wow, someone’s excited,” Eric laughed.

This time, Jenna and I followed the guys to Rob’s house and caught up to them in the garage. Jenna was practically shaking with excitement. I guess she had been thinking about this longer than I had and ever since this morning she has been anticipating sex with them. Let’s just say she was eager. In Rob’s living room I took Jenna’s hand, trying to keep her from attacking the two guys.

“You guys want a drink or something?” Rob asked.

“No thanks, I just want sex,” Jenna blurted.

“I’ll have a drink,” I said, making Jenna squeeze my hand hard.

“You and I can get started if you want, Jenna, why they have drinks,” Eric suggested.

“Yes, please!” Jenna said, ripping her hand from mine and crossing the room to Eric.

Before I knew it she was on her knees, pulling down Eric’s shorts. She grabbed his wide cock and fed it into her mouth still soft.

“Still want that drink?” Rob asked, watching Eric’s cock grow rapidly as Jenna slurped and sucked.

“Maybe later,” I said, walking over to him.

Looked like I had some catching up to do. I dropped to my knees as well and released Rob’s long cock, which was already well on its way to erect. Giving it a few strokes, I leaned forward and took the slightly salty head into my mouth and swallowed a few inches, stroking the base until he was fully hard. Looking left, I watched Jenna suck Eric like her life depended on it. She needed to slow down or Eric was going to blow before five minutes elapsed. I could hear him moaning and it was getting louder. I took my time on Rob, sucking slow and licking his shaft up and down the vein-lined width.

“Fuck, Jenna, I’m going to cum!” Eric yelled maybe a minute later.

“No, not yet!” Jenna yelled, taking him from her mouth and squeezing his head tight.

“Oh fuck… oh shit it might not stop!” Eric said, but Jenna was pinching hard and wasn’t letting go.

She even grabbed his balls and squeezed them as well.

Eric groaned and whined but I didn’t see any semen leave his cock. She held him for about a minute.

“You good?” Jenna asked.

He nodded and she let go. That’s when a good sized glob of cum oozed out of his head but nothing else followed. She must have stopped it in time.

“Better give you a break,” Jenna said, licking the semen off his cock before standing up.

I went back to sucking Rob while Jenna removed her clothing. She had shaved her sex completely. Her small breasts didn’t move after the bra was taken off and she had been tanning naked apparently because she was bronze even under her bra and shorts. Her nipples were erect and stood off her small breasts over half an inch with tan darkened areolas.

“My turn now?” Jenna asked, Eric.

He nodded and Jenna sat down on the couch, spread her legs and waited for Eric to drop to his knees to return the favor of oral. I lost my view of them and focused on Rob’s long cock in my mouth and his balls in my hand. He was no longer salty. I had cleaned him off and let the mixture of saliva and pre-cum coat his cock and balls. I sucked him for a few more minutes before standing up and wiping my face. I shed my clothing as he did the same and together we turned and watched Eric eating Jenna’s shaved sex.

“I bet she’ll suck you if you offer your cock,” I told Rob.

“Let’s see,” he responded.

We both went to the couch and sure enough, as he knelt on it and moved his dick close to Jenna, she grabbed it immediately and started sucking it while Eric continued on her pussy. Eric’s cock was still rock hard with a large drip of pre-cum making its way to the floor between his legs. He was returning the favor to Jenna with a gusto, tonguing her vagina and licking her clit quickly with a lot of energy. She was enjoying it. I could hear her moan with her mouth around Rob’s long shaft. Jenna took a break and looked up at me.

“Lacy? You’re not participating very well?” she said.

“Kind of hard like this,” I said.

“I have an idea where we can all participate,” she said, sitting up. “We need more room though. Eric and Rob, move the sofa and the coffee table so we have a large area here in the middle.”

Eric and Rob obeyed.

“You guys ever heard of a daisy chain?”

The guys nodded and I had an inkling of what she had planned. She began to order us down on the floor, placing us so head met sex until we were all in a circle or chain. Rob was eating me. I was Sucking Eric, Eric was munching Jenna and Jenna completed the circle by sucking Rob. It worked pretty well actually. I enjoyed the sensation of cock in my mouth and a tongue going to town on my clit and pussy. Rob was pretty good at oral and had me humming with pleasure rapidly. Eric’s fat cock filled my mouth and I more stroked him with just his head in my mouth than anything. I could hear Jenna moaning again and both the guys were adding their enjoyment to the mix. We were officially having an orgy, another first in less than a week.

The chain continued for several minutes. Eric’s cock got really hard and I thought he might have to cum again soon so I eased up on stroking and focused on just sucking his head, which I soon had to abandon because I started cumming myself. Rob had fingers up my sex as well as going ballistic on my clit. The combination took me over the edge and I came on his face with a major let down of juice I felt running down over my ass. He apparently didn’t mind because he ate me throughout the entire orgasm, holding me firmly with his hands.

I was totally gone and lost track of time and what everyone else was doing. I soon gained my senses back and found that Eric had gotten up, probably because I wasn’t sucking his dick anymore and was now actively fucking Jenna. He had her bent over the arm of the sofa, doing her from behind hard and fast. But what really got me and made me realize I must have been out of it for longer than I thought, was Rob was sitting on the sofa in front of Jenna having his cock sucked by her. She was getting the threesome treatment I had told her about and loving it. I watched for a bit, still feeling lightheaded slightly. Eric was pounding her so hard, even her small breasts were moving forward slightly as his hips hit her narrow ass. She was focused on Rob’s cock though, not letting Eric’s thrusts keep her from properly sucking his long dick.

Jenna was an impressive cock sucker, living up to her porn star name again with some serious deep throat talents. She was effectively taking all of Rob’s cock into her mouth and it must have been down her throat at least a few inches. The look on his face was pure ecstasy and a visual treat to watch these two buff and hot guys fucking my gorgeous friend from both ends was spectacular. Eric was working so hard his body glistened with perspiration and his wide cock was covered in Jenna’s juices. Rob wasn’t working himself, he was letting Jenna do it for him and boy was she. She was working that long cock like I’ve only seen on the internet. I’ve tried to suck a cock like that and haven’t been able to manage without gagging. She sure had whipped up a lot of creamy liquid that clung to his cock in long strings of goo when she came up for some air. She took over with her hand and used that concoction to stroke his shaft quickly up and down until he grabbed her hand to stop from cumming.

“Switch with me, dude,” Rob said so he could take a break from her incredible mouth.

That’s when they noticed me watching and I slowly got to my feet.

“Or better yet, Lacy’s back among the living,” Rob said.

Eric pulled out of Jenna and Rob smiled at me before going behind my friend and filling the hole Eric’s wide cock had previously been pummeling. I had Eric sit down on the couch and while facing him, climbed up on his lap, reached down and eased his Jenna-covered cock into my own wet pussy. He felt incredible as his wide cock spread me open and descended as deep as it could. I put my hands on his shoulders and began to rise and fall, slow at first before picking up the pace and riding him just like I wanted. I moved my body to bend his fat cock where I liked it. He soon was licking my breasts and sucking the hardened nipples. I turned and smiled at Jenna who smiled back and took Rob’s cock over and over.

No one said anything. The only noise in the room was the slapping of Rob’s body against, Jenna’s ass and everyone’s moans. We continued like this for another several minutes before Jenna wanted to change. She was getting tired of being bent over the sofa arm. She decided to ride Rob like I was Eric. Rob sat down next to Eric and Jenna eagerly climbed on to join me in riding our gym buddies. This also put her right next to me and this was, I found out later, one of her reasons for changing. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Do you think they would do DP with me? Do you mind? I’ve always wanted to try it?”

“Seriously?” I whispered back. “Have you ever done anal alone?”

“Yes, actually a few times.”

My eyes got big and I found my mouth had dropped open. I never knew this about Jenna. She truly was an uninhibited girl. I was shocked to learn that she’d done anal. I’d never even considered it, too afraid it would hurt and now she wanted both these guys’ cocks in her at one time. I quickly gathered myself again and said “Umm, go right ahead I don’t mind. I don’t know if they will though? It’s up to them.”

She turned away from me and kept riding Rob as I did the same to Eric. It got me thinking though. I wondered what it would feel like to have one of these guy’s cocks in my ass. I preferred it be Rob to start with if I went through with it but I didn’t know if I had the nerve. I was riding and thinking about it when suddenly Jenna spoke out.

“Let’s switch,” she said.

This was also for a reason I found out later. We switched though and I got onto Rob and Jenna started riding Eric. She told me later that she wanted his fat cock in her pussy when they did DP. The moaning continued as did the nipple sucking, butt grabbing and proper cock riding from both of us girls. I loved being in control and bending Rob’s long cock just perfectly inside me. I took most of him out so his head would it my G-spot on the descent every time. I was close to another orgasm when Jenna spoke up again and dropped the bomb.

“Rob my asshole wants you,” she said.

I froze, Rob and Eric looked at each other and Jenna started giggling.

“Oh come on, you know you want to. I know both of you have thought about doubling one of us up.”

They didn’t deny it and Rob looked up at me as if to ask permission since I still had his cock inside of me.

“Be my guest,” I said, getting off of him and standing back as he got up too.

“You sure about this, Jenna?” Rob asked, looking at her tightly puckered asshole.

“Very sure. Just use a finger or two first and get me wet,” she said looking over her shoulder.

“Oh this is weird,” Rob said as he spit on his fingers and started to rub them around Jenna’s ass while Eric’s wide cock was still in her pussy.

“Want me to do it?” I asked, seeing he was having a problem being so close to touching Eric’s dick.

“That would be great,” Rob agreed.

I did one better then fingers. I knelt down and started licking Jenna’s ass and even the cock in her pussy. I had a gay roommate in college and she tried to turn me to her side. I tried it out a few times but it never caught on for me, but I did learn how to eat pussy and lick assholes during the experimental college years.

“Oh my gawd, Lacy, that feels so fucking good!” Jenna moaned as I stuck my tongue as far into her ass as I could. Two finger were next and I added more and more saliva until she was very wet and open for Rob.

“Okay, she’s good to go,” I said.

Rob stepped forward and I stayed right next to Jenna so I could watch Rob stick his long cock into her ass. I’d seen it before but never in real life. I’ve got to say it was a sight for sure. He held his cock an inch behind his head and slowly pressed it into Jenna. Her flesh went white from the strain of having a cock in her pussy and now one being eased into her ass. Once the head was in, Rob let go pausing for a few seconds before moving again. Jenna assured him she was find and he began to move forward slowly. She never complained, and inch after inch slowly disappeared into her butt until Rob’s balls were against Eric’s fat dick. She had done anal more than a few times! I had my mouth wide again in awe of how much was going on down there. I couldn’t believe my skinny little friend with no hips had two well-hung guys in her body. It was amazing she wasn’t split in two.

“Oh fuck it’s so full!” she screamed. “I love it!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It just looked painful and uncomfortable but Jenna was honestly enjoying it. I thought the initial penetration was amazing. It was nothing compared to watching them start to move. Eric moved first. He had ben patiently waiting while I lubed her up and getting Rob’s cock all the way in took at least two minutes. Now Eric had stayed put long enough and began to thrust up and out, pushing his ass into the sofa and back up into Jenna’s pussy. That’s when she really started to get loud and filthy.

“That’s it! Fuck my cunt with that cock in my ass. Fuck me good! Give it to me I want to feel that fat cock sliding against the one in my ass!”

Eric obeyed and held nothing back, forcing his wide dick up and down as fast as he could manage with her on top.

“Now, fuck my ass, Rob!” she screamed.

Rob started to move and together they began to alternate thrusts. When one was in deep the other was almost out. I don’t think I blinked for five minutes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Jenna was absolutely loving it. I always thought the porn queens were just acting and pretending they liked being fucked by two guys, and I’m sure some are but Jenna had no reason to be acting. She was screaming for more, telling them to keep going and that she was cumming all in the five minutes I didn’t blink. And talk about an orgasm. This girl’s body started to shake and convulse between these two guys like no other I’ve ever seen. She screamed and shook for a long time until she finally couldn’t control herself anymore and fell limp onto Eric, who held her up and continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum!” Rob said, pulling out and spraying his load onto Jenna’s back. I guess the anal was too much for him and he lost it. Talk about a load. He coated her back with strings of cum, like ten long burst from his excitement. I watched spellbound as he stroked himself onto her. After Rob finished, Eric picked Jenna up, flipped her around and laid her on her back and continued to fuck her hard until he too pulled out and climaxed onto her body, big thick spurts of heavy semen. When they hit they made a huge mess on her stomach but he didn’t shoot far enough to hit her breasts.

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After making love after lunch we cleaned up, then went out for the late afternoon. When it was time for dinner we went to a nice restaurant, not too fancy, but clean with really good food. We sat beside each other and I was pleased to see a full table cloth, the corners dropping down towards the floor.

When we were seated and the waiter asked what we’d like to drink, I told him a diet cola of some kind but Old Green Eyes just smiled up at him and said, “Please bring me the largest glass of water you have. Also, a large pitcher of water to leave on the table.”

The waiter’s eyebrows rose in surprise, but after a moment he smiled, dipped his head forward in respect, and left. He immediately brought our drinks, and the pitcher, then left to get menus.

As we waited for him to return, I lifted the edge of the table cloth and draped it over our laps. Then I slid my hand under the cloth and while sliding my right hand along her thigh, leaned over and reached for a kiss. One of her wonderful kisses.

Our lips touched and I felt her tongue approaching, touching mine, demanding entry. I complied, opening my lips, inviting her in.

As our kissing became deeper I felt her shifting, spreading her legs. So, accepting her invitation, I slid my hand upward, not surprised to find she didn’t have any panties on. When the edge of my hand felt the hairs above her crotch, she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “Play with me. Touch me, I’m so horny and in need of your touch.” And with that she spread herself even wider.

I began to tickle her clit with my little finger and as I slid two fingers into her heat I saw her reach out and grab the glass of water, which she immediately emptied.

“I told you earlier, I’m going to fill your mouth with pee while you eat me. And I intend to keep that promise.”

I began to masturbate her, relishing in the feel of her, being very grateful that this woman’s passion was so evident. I kissed her ear as my fingers wandered between her legs.

I whispered, “If we hadn’t raised such a hunger this afternoon, I’d take you right back to our bed and ravish you.”

“Not until we’ve had dinner. Besides, I need more water. I’m going to bathe you. You certainly need a good Golden Shower, right?”

“Okay. I can’t wait – but will,” I replied.

I saw the waiter Bayan Escort Antep approaching so I removed my hand from between her legs. Later, about half way through the meal, she excused herself, saying, “I’ll be right back. I’ve got to go to the little girl’s room.”

“Too much water?” I asked with a smile.

“No, silly, I’ve got to take a dump. You know…move my bowels?”

“Oh, good,” I replied, “I was worried that you’d lose all that pee you promised.”

* * *

As usual, it was an excellent meal and as we slowly walked back to the hotel, I held her in my arms, sliding my hand up along her waist, touching the outer surface of her breast through her blouse. From time to time she would turn away from me, turning all the way around, this causing her large, soft breasts to drift across my hand. Then she would offer her lips for our pleasure. And I would kiss her, sometimes looking into her bright green eyes, sometimes closing mine, remembering how wonderful a privilege it is to kiss her.

We continued to walk, eventually reaching our hotel.

Once the elevator door closed I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight, my arms around her waist and our lips and tongue seeking each other’s. I do so enjoy kissing her. She feels wonderful in my arms, her warm body against mine. This is such a sloooow elevator.

I lean forward a little, tugging on her earlobe with my teeth, hearing her intake of breath as I lick her ear, taking the whole thing into my mouth, my tongue trying to taste her mind.

I circle within her ear, tasting the folds, feeling her pushing her body hard against mine. I want to make love to this woman. I want to have her in every way we’ve talked about. I want to softly abuse her body with my cock, have her pee in my face, violate her ass with my fingers, my cock, my tongue. I need to love her.

As I slid my hands down her back and onto her buttocks, my fingers digging into her skirt, feeling her soft ass, she pulled away from our kiss, saying, “No, don’t. I’ve got to really pee so once we’re in the room I need you to get undressed and lay down in the tub.”

But while the car continued climbing up to our floor, her hand softly stroked my cock through my trousers, her fingers reaching for my balls.

When we get into our room I immediately undressed. tossing my clothes hither and yon, then, naked, I went into the bathroom. my hard cock pointing the way before me, and laid down in the tub, waiting for her.

When she came in she was mostly nude, wearing just her bra, and in looking at her breasts I could see her nipples protruding through the soft material. And I could see her smile.

She stepped into the tub, her body over my face, knees on each side of my head. I reached up and placed my arms over her hips, and slowly pulled her body down until her cunt was right over my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her lips, tasting her pleasure, tasting her passion.

As I began eating her, I felt her hand tugging my cock, trying to get it erect again. Then I felt her mouth engulfing me, her teeth at the base of the shaft.

While she started to suck me, I felt her finger tugging at the string that has been dangling out of my ass all afternoon. And when I felt the first, the largest, ball trying to come out, I opened my eyes to see her two legs on each side of my face, her pussy wet and wild with passion.

Then she began. First a slight dribble, then more, and finally I heard her say, “Here it comes. Open your mouth. Drink my piss!”

She flowed into my mouth, then moved her hips, spraying hot piss on my chest, then returning to wash my face in her pee. I drank willingly, enjoying another of her many delicious flavors.

While she favored me with her pee I licked her crotch, the lips of her cunt, swollen and wet, pulsating with her passion. Still, she peed, her urine draining down my throat as it splashed up my nose, in my face, on my chest. I relished her.

When her urine stopped flowing she pushed downwards, her soft pussy damp with her passion, wet from her pee, warm and covering my nose and mouth.

I drank the last of the urine I caught, and returned to licking her, tasting both her cunt and her pee.

My tongue slid between her lips, sliding along until my chin was pressing her mons. I parted her pussy’s lips with my nose, driving inward, fucking her with my face as her mouth clamped down, squeezing the base of my shaft, the tip of my cock brushing the back of her warm, wet throat.

The way her hands gripped my thighs I knew she was about to climax, and sure enough, the flavor of her cunt changed as her climax began, the flavor and quantity changing as she came.

I licked her clit, my teeth scraping across the soft-but-now-hard nubbin, feeling her little clit growing in my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a little cock.

Her breathing became rough as I heard her saying, “Ohhh, oh, ohhhh, it feel sooo good!”

I continued to lick her until she said, “No more. I can’t stand any more.”

So I kissed her clit, seeing her pull her hips away from my face.

As she recovered, she stood up, then pulled me up so we could both rinse off. I rinsed my mouth so she would be willing to kiss me. I enjoy drinking her pee, but I’m not so sure she likes her own. We have yet to talk about that. I dream of us in a 69 position, each peeing in the other’s face at the same time, each accepting the warm, pungent offering, each drinking all we can receive.

* * *

We dried each other off, soft warmed towels brushing everywhere, then I grabbed one of her breasts and by tugging, led her to our bed.

When we got there she turned me around, then got down on her knees and reached for my cock, pulling me forward until her mouth again held me by the root.

I placed my hands on both sides of her head, pulling her face to my belly, driving my cock deep in her throat. With my hands full of her hair, I pulled and pushed her head, fucking her face, sliding between her willing lips, feeling her close her mouth just a bit so her teeth scraped the shaft of my cock.

When I felt my climax approaching I said, “Okay, girl, get ready for a mouth full of cum. And you’d better not swallow any until I give you permission.”

Then, as my balls began emptying into her mouth, I felt her pulling out the Ben Wa balls, the rubbing inside my ass pushing against my prostate, forcing the cum to fly out of my cock, spurting deep in her throat. I heard her humming as she received, her lips milking my cock, draining all she could get.

I don’t know what she did with the Ben Wa balls, but as my ass was already open from their passage, I felt her shoving one of her fingers past my anus, brushing the inside of my asshole, pressing against where my prostate was, ejecting the last of my cum. I was drained.

When my cock softened in her mouth, I raised her up and, placing my hand under her chin, lifted her face, seeing the smile in her green eyes, as I leaned forward for a kiss, a kiss filled with my cum, and her love.

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Growing up, we spent our summers by a lake. It was heaven. My grandparents, great uncle, my Mom and one sister, at the point of this writing, loved our cabin. My Dad stayed in our hometown to work during the week, and came up on weekends.

To save money, my Mom would cut our hair. Life was great, life was normal. Then came that one day, the day the seed of a fetish was planted.

Mom had cut my hair. I don’t really remember the style, if I even had one, but it was short and I had enough wispy ends showing, that she used a man’s electric razor to shave them away. I liked it, it tickled.

But my sister’s hair had somehow been screwed up. Whether she cut it wrong, or my sister wouldn’t sit still and was the cause of it, I don’t know. I wasn’t watching. But it was messed up enough that Mom dragged us to the local barbershop. My hair was fine. I remember standing there, looking up at my sister sitting on the kiddie seat.

The barber used clippers, and she started crying and screaming. I remember asking her if it hurt and she nodded yes. At least that’s the way I remember it happening. Most likely she was just scared of the clippers and noise.

I don’t recall any other incidents involving hair, cutting it, or barbers until I came to puberty.

I remember a time I really wanted my nape shaved. I must’ve been Bayan Escort Gaziantep around 14 years old, maybe 15. I tried to be forced to have it shaved by writing an anonymous note to a local salon, wearing gloves on my hands so I wouldn’t leave fingerprints.

I asked to have me taken out of school and have my neck shaved. Well, of course, nothing happened. I’m sure they thought it was a prank and that was the end of that.

I had blondish hair on my arms and legs so I didn’t start shaving my legs until close to 20 years old when it turned darker. I used an electric razor. Shaving my legs was nothing to get excited about, but those vibrations?

I figured they’d feel good ‘down there.’ I lay on my stomach with the shaver between my legs, the blades away from my pussy. It felt really good. I had to re-position it and somehow I got the nub of the cord on the shaver on my clit and I had my first orgasm. I was hooked. It would be me and the shaver for many years.

I did experiment with my hands and learned to bring myself off that way.

Finally, after I got a job, I was able to get my own apartment but with neighbors, I had to be careful about making noises when I came.

I was able to purchase a vibrator when I found an ad in the back of some magazine. This was long before the internet, when you had to mail order items from ads.

I purchased several different types over the years, for use depending on my needs at the time. I still shaved my legs with the shaver, though it finally gave out. ‘Bye old friend.

By the time I moved to my apartment, I had lost a lot of weight and was able to wear a short cut and look good in it. I don’t know what you’d call it, but it hugged my head and was about an inch lower the bottom of the ear length.

Sometimes it was cut just a little shorter, and the salon used the finishing clipper, but that didn’t excite me at all.

Then came the years I was too busy with life to think much about clippers. I was dating, going to clubs (disco era), and singing in community choruses. When I married, my husband lather shaved my pussy several times.

It was an erotic feeling, and I did enjoy the shaving as well as they sex afterwards, but it didn’t turn me on as much as thinking about clippers. We even tried the vibrating razor when it hit the market, but it wasn’t strong enough. I had grown my hair past my shoulders so hadn’t thought of clippers for many years.

I’ve now been divorced for 15+ years, retired for two. It wasn’t until this year, when sitting at my laptop, that I even thought of my clipper fantasies. I searched the ‘net and found so much on women’s head shaving, bald or short cuts.

I’ve bookmarked a couple nape shave videos that I pleasure myself to. As numerous as the head shaving videos are, there is very, very little on clipper pussy shaving. I did find one video but it’s only okay.

I read stories, looked at pictures and learned what I like. The more I trolled the ‘net, the more things I found that turned me on. The more turned on I got, the more I fantasized. And here I am.

This is why I have a fixation with clippers, and the reason I equate the barbershop experience and clippers with sex.

I’ve discovered other turn-ons that I’ve incorporated into my stories. I don’t know whether or not they are considered fetishes just because they turn me on, but I like them enough to add them. Color me curious about being with another woman. I have no desire to DO to a woman, only be done to, be the receiver.

Since seeing my first porno film with a lover, I’ve been curious about dp’s. I’ve done anal but didn’t like it alone; with a dp, I have no idea if I’d like it or not.

I love the idea of forced orgasms, by vibrators and machines; very light B&D, receiving a little pain. I’m not into the heavy stuff or extremes that some are. I just want some spice, not a lifestyle.

So from one day as a kid in a barbershop, to shaving my pussy, to videos and stories on the internet, my fetish evolved into what I write about today.

So much more than a haircut.

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