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Raksha Balaji had to be the most attractive girl at Temple University in Philly. The only problem was that she was a huge hoe. It was rare that she would be sober. She was constantly high, drunk or both. The entire time I knew her she was hooking up with strangers at parties until she finally found a fuckbuddy. It broke my heart because despite her being a whore, I had a massive crush on her. It seemed hopeless though. How could I win over the heart of a party girl who was only interested in sex and already had a fuckbuddy? Fortunately my chance came when I heard from a friend that she was looking for a boyfriend. Her fuckbuddy got a girlfriend and she was left feeling jealous and lonely. We were both sophomores at Temple and I had gotten her number from a business class project. It was time to make a move. I called her up and asked her out to dinner. To my surprise she sounded ecstatic! I was her type after all, a tall white guy with brown eyes and black hair. “Hey Noah,” Raksha cooed as she sat down. I had invited her to a casual Mexican restaurant but of course she came dressed elegantly. Her makeup was done to make her look like a movie star. Raksha is a flawless looking Indian girl with creamy brown skin, long black hair and dark brown eyes. Her most incredible feature was her massive tits. Raksha is only five feet tall and super skinny. She’s a tiny little stick yet she was somehow blessed with D cup breasts. This unusual proportion caused all her clothing to fit awkwardly. They didn’t make clothing for tiny people with enormous boobs. This lead to all of her tops and dresses squeezing her big tits. Most of her shirts became midriff bearing simply because of the grand size of her breasts. On our date she was wearing a silky pink dress that clung to her chest and rode up a bit though still covered her ass. “Damn you look amazing,” I gasped. Raksha smiled sweetly back at me. “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself!” Raksha blushed. She placed a mini black purse at the edge of the table and stared at me longingly as if she had something to say. At first I ignored her lustful stares but by the end of our meal I had to know what was up. “Are you alright? You were unusually quiet at dinner,” I asked cautiously. We were currently walking back to her dorm room. “I’m fine, I’m just nervous. To be honest being in a relationship really scares me. I definitely like you but knowing you like me is hard to think about. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I want to do.” Raksha peered at the sidewalk as we neared her dorm building. “We don’t have to be boyfriend-girlfriend, we can just go on fun dates and figure out what we are later,” I suggested. Raksha grinned and took my hand. “That sounds good to me. Thank you for dinner. I was wondering though, you know I’ve fucked a ton of guys in the past?” I tried to smile but it was awkward. “Yeah,” I replied slowly. “Yet you still wanna be with me?” She asked with big puppy dog eyes. “Of course, you’re gorgeous and so interesting. Everyday you work toward your dreams of being a top class business woman!” She giggled. “Alright then, how about you teach me how to be in a relationship and I’ll teach you how to fuck?” I was shocked by her forwardness but I was dealing with a slut. “Oh I know how to fuck!” I answered in a bragging tone. “But deal.” Before I knew it I was in Raksha’s dorm room. She had pushed me onto her bed and we were making out. I’m pretty sure I just agreed to be her fuckbuddy instead of her boyfriend but I wasn’t complaining. Raksha ground her clothed pussy against my erect cock. It didn’t feel too good when I was still wearing jeans. “I haven’t had dick in so long,” Raksha begged. She scooted off me to undo my belt. In a flash she practically ripped off my jeans. She was such a hoe for white cock. “I’ll suck your dick if you suck my tits?” “Do you even have to ask?” I laughed as I forcefully removed her dress. I could tell she liked it kinda rough so I wasn’t worried about being careful. Once her elegant pink dress was gone I was shown the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen. I placed my fingers to feel her drenched panties. Suddenly Raksha clamped her thighs together to trap my hand on her puss. “Ohh fuck, never mind the sucking, I need a good fucking right the hell now!” Raksha moaned. Her hands flew to her snatch, in an instant her panties and bra were gone. I couldn’t help myself. I sat up, whipped off my shirt and dove in to suck on her fat brown nipples. She shrieked as I collapsed on top of her. My right hand rubbed her left nipple, playing with her giant boobs. Raksha gasped and moaned as her legs wrapped around me. I felt her hands grab my head and pull me into her chest. I sucked and licked her breasts until neither of us could wait any longer. Raksha got up as we switched positions so she could ride me. Nothing was hotter than watching her impale herself on my cock. She let out a shriek of satisfaction. Afterward it was off to the races as Raksha ground her pussy on me. I was surprised at her skill and how hard she could take it. It wasn’t long until I felt my balls boil, waiting to release cum. I looked up to watch Raksha’s mammoth tits bounce wildly while her flat stomach didn’t budge at all. I firmly placed a hand on each of her asscheeks as I got ready for our climax. She didn’t have a big ass but it was decent, especially for her tiny size. I held onto that ass for dear life as Raksha started bucking more frantically. “I’m cumming! Fuck you, I’m cumming!” Raksha gasped. Her pussy clamped down on my shaft as I felt a torrent of pussy honey flow out. “I’m cumming too,” I replied. It was true, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Raksha slapped her ass downward and leaned forward. Her massive tits were right in my face. She moaned as I pumped my hot seed inside her warm welcoming womb. I held her there for a moment, feeling her enormous breasts pressed on my chest. Raksha licked and sucked at my neck. I rubbed her whole body with my hands. I loved her soft creamy brown skin. We cuddled and made out until we were ready to go at it again. I ended up blasting Raksha’s pussy several times that night. She loved how rough I was when we did it doggy style. I showed no mercy and pounded her sweet pussy until we both came. Raksha screamed with delight. I’ve never met anyone capable of going so many rounds. She had an amazing sex drive. It was no wonder she was a hoe. I rubbed her ass and gave it a slap. I wished she would be my hoe. Raksha clung onto me and we slept naked together in her small dorm bed. Looking at her pussy and mouth overflowing with my cum I thought, maybe she already was my hoe. We ended up hooking up after every date. It was easier to count the days we didn’t have sex than the days we did. I’m not sure if she loved me or if she just loved the sex. We were together almost everyday until winter break came along. I didn’t see Raksha for a month. When we reunited back at school Raksha was as horny as ever. We didn’t even go out first, she pushed me into her room and immediately started taking off her clothes. I smiled and got undressed myself. I climbed onto her bed and turned around to see Raksha completely nude but she looked different. She had put on weight. Her thighs were thicker and rubbed together, her ass was fuller and her already large tits had gone up a cup size. The biggest change was in her bloated belly. Raksha used to be a tiny stick figure now she was still tiny but with some serious curves. I got off the bed and went to hug Raksha’s new rounded form. Her soft body was incredible. I couldn’t help myself and rubbed her slightly rounded, chubby belly. When I did I found it firm, not jiggly. My mouth dropped. “Are you pregnant?” I gasped. Raksha huffed. “No you dick, I just gained weight over the holidays, you don’t have to rub it in!” She was obviously annoyed. “I’ve been having unprotected sex for years, what makes you think you’re so special that you could knock me up?” It started to make sense. She was in denial. Raksha must’ve gotten pregnant early on and started to show during winter break. Now she’s around four or five months along. Throughout the conversation I was rubbing or investigating her body. Her belly was so swollen it was inches away from sticking out past her enormous tits. I felt Raksha’s brown bulge. It didn’t feel like fat at all, she had to be pregnant. “When did you last have your period?” I interrogated. Raksha swiped my hand away from her stomach. “Excuse you, I’m not fucking pregnant! If you don’t like my body anymore then you can fuck someone else!” I didn’t believe her. “Answer my question.” “I don’t know! I can’t remember,” Raksha paused then quietly added, “a couple months ago?” My heart beat faster. “Are you serious? You’re definitely pregnant! You haven’t had your period in God knows how long, your sex drive is off the charts, and you’re fucking showing!” Raksha burst out crying. “No I’m not pregnant!” “What makes you say that?” “Because I can’t be!” Raksha sobbed. “My parents are stereotypical strict Indian parents. They’ll kill me! They don’t even know I’m sexually active. I don’t even know if they’ll like you because I don’t know but I think they always wanted me to be with an Indian boy. If I’m pregnant my life is over! I’ll have to drop out of college and I can’t even smoke or drink!” Finally she had broken. She did know she was pregnant. Raksha simply couldn’t bare to believe it. It was time she accepted it and started to work things out. We had a long talk and decided that we would put the baby up for adoption. We were obviously not responsible enough to raise a child. Eventually Raksha calmed down and her sexual appetite returned. Toward the end of our conversation Raksha was steadily stroking my cock as we sat next to each other. I smiled and reached over to rub her beautiful belly. “Would some dick make you feel better?” I laughed. Raksha beamed. “It’s been a month, Noah, I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny before in my fucking life!” She got up and sat on my lap, resting my hard dick between her plump asscheeks. I reached around to play with her massive tits while she grinded on me. The feeling of her soft flesh against me was irresistible. My fingertips slowly worked their way down from her nipples to her round belly. I loved her pregnant body. I couldn’t believe she was growing my baby inside her. “How are you able to get it up?” Raksha panted as her ass slapped against my legs. “I was so afraid you’d think I’m too fat or pregnant.” “It’s impossible to be too pregnant and you’re not fat at all. The extra weight is so sexy on you! Your tits, ass, and thighs are so full and round. I absolutely love your pregnant tummy. There’s just something about it that makes me want to fuck you while holding that belly of yours!” I replied probably too honestly. Raksha moaned from my words. “Mmm, you love that you got me preggo don’t you? That’s why you can still get it up. You love seeing the changes your dick made to my body. You love my belly swelling with your child. It turns you on doesn’t it?” I lost it. She was right about everything. I picked her off of my lap and put her on the floor. Raksha immediately got into doggy style position. Her enormous breasts hung off her body as her belly bulged outward even more. I couldn’t resist my beautiful pregnant girlfriend. I grabbed her waist and plunged my hard cock deep into her pregnant pussy. Raksha howled. Her whole body bucked backwards along with my thrusts. She was real horny, it had been a long time since she had fucked me. My dick made sloshing noises as it plowed her dripping wet cunt. Sex with Raksha was even better with her pregnant. I smacked her fat ass which used to be boney. My hands pawed at Raksha’s new thick body. I loved being able to feel her body up. She moaned whenever I played with her humongous tits. I couldn’t wait to suck milk from them once she starts lactating. They were always gigantic, I wondered just how much larger they’d get. “Oh fuck it’s been too long I’m cumming already!” Raksha called as her pussy clamped and gushed around my cock. I moved my hands to hold Raksha by her round, brown belly. It was unbelievably soft. I slammed away at her wet cunt even faster. I could feel Raksha’s big titties bounce all over. I stroked her gently swelling belly as I finally reached my own orgasm. She gasped feeling my hot seed rush into her already pregnant womb. I gave her newly thickened ass a nice smack. It left a sweet reddish mark on her flawless light brown skin. Raksha cooed and rolled onto her back laying with her belly facing the ceiling. I cuddled up to her on the floor. Her tummy looked a lot smaller while laying like this. I could see how she could easily hide her pregnancy for now. I held her body close to mine. She turned around and pressed her massive tits and slightly rounded belly into my body as she held me close too. We made out while we embraced awkwardly on the floor. Our hands explored each other’s bodies. I loved her pregnant curves. She used to be so petite everywhere except her tits. Now everything was round and curvy, even her belly! I felt up her thick thighs and plump rump. I’m not sure if I’d ever be able to leave her alone while she was pregnant. I sucked on her large nipples while massaging her growing brown breasts. In that moment I knew I would fuck her everyday of her pregnancy. Months Later Raksha appeared as though she would explode at any second. Not only was she now 9 months pregnant but she also refused to purchase larger clothing. She refused due to her denial that she was truly massive and because she didn’t want to spend money on clothes she’d only wear for a month or two. Being a rail thin stick with tits, Raksha was used to clothes lasting forever and only went shopping for fun or fashion, not necessity. This was alright with me. I loved Raksha’s huge pregnant body. Currently she was wearing an old T-shirt which struggled to cover her enormous tits. They were always huge but with pregnancy they were now 36DDD and leaking milk. She flaunted her tits around, knowing how much I loved them. Obviously with a small shirt like that almost her entire pregnant belly was showing. It was incredible. Raksha had gotten so big that we suspected it was twins. We were wrong. The Doctor informed us it was only one baby, some women simply carry a little big. Raksha walked sexily towards her bed. Her thighs were now thicc and rubbed together while she moved, especially in the sleek black yoga pants she was wearing. It was amazing how they hugged all her new curves. Raksha never had an ass before, now it was quite plump. Her yoga pants were stretched so thin by her growing ass and thighs that they were practically see-through. My favorite part was how Raksha’s big golden-brown belly hung over her pants. That’s why she looked ready to explode: her huge tummy couldn’t be contained and the rest of her body strained the clothes she was wearing, waiting to be released. I was sitting on her bed naked and waiting. Once Raksha was close enough she hopped on the bed and pushed me over. I watched as she undressed herself while sitting in between my legs. Finally all her soft jiggling flesh was freed from their tight confines. She noticed my large erection and smiled. “I’m so glad you love my big round body,” Raksha smirked. She crawled towards me slowly, letting me admire her enormous swaying tits. I was surprised when I felt her belly rub against my stiff cock. She pressed her pregnant tummy all along the length of my shaft before raising herself up to ride me. “I love how you’re constantly turned on by my baby bump, did you like when I rubbed it on your cock?” Raksha teased. She aimed my dick and guided herself on top. I placed my hands on her fat ass as she began to bounce up and down on my dick. “Yeah that was definitely unexpected,” I finally answered. I was too in awe of her incredible curves and amazing pussy to reply faster. “Mmmm maybe I should give you a belly job later,” Raksha cooed. I squeezed her thick ass at the thought of her rubbing me off with her giant golden pregnant belly. She laughed as her tits bounced wildly. Milk began to leak out of them as she grew more excited. Her tummy was rubbing against my body as she rode me. I was in heaven and Raksha could tell. “You like me pregnant so much and fuck me so good, I feel like you’re gonna knock me up again right after this baby, huh? You gonna keep me constantly pregnant so I’ll get curvier and thicker and I’ll always have a big belly for you to love?” Raksha remarked between gasps. I had no clue if she wanted that to happen or was just playing with my pregnancy fetish but either way I was beyond excited and couldn’t wait to hear what she had in store. Something about how she said it... made it seem like she was issuing a challenge...

Ok time to put this story down and share something that happened to me quite a few years back. Although it was a long time ago I can remember it like it was yesterday. I had been away at work for 3 weeks and was coming to the end of a 16 hour drive home. I had called my partner Cathy about 5 hours ago and told her I should be home around midnight. She replied “ I will be well asleep by then, don’t wake me when you get home. Drive safe I love you" I arrived home just after midnight and parked my ute in the back yard. Living on a corner block I had a side gate into the back yard and with the vehicle securely locked away I entered the house through the laundry door. I stopped off in the kitchen a grabbed a quick glass of oj before heading to bed. I stripped off and slid into bed beside Cathy giving her a kiss on the cheek. She was laying on her side with her back to me perfect for spooning. Laying there with my lady in my arms and feeling her soft smooth skin against mine and after being away from home for 3 weeks the blood began to flow. I could feel my cock start to stir and before lone my hard cock was pressing the warm smooth body laying next to me. Not bothering with formalities I pushed the covers back to expose her rear end, moving to a kneeling position I put just a little of my saliva on the tip of my cock and worked the bell end of my cock into her warm wet pussy. By almost instinct Cathy pulled her knees up to her ample chest to allow me to pound her from behind. I had 3 weeks worth of sexual tension so it was all over in a short period of time with me cumming inside her ,I layed down to drift off to sleep with Cathy mumbling a “ mmmmmm welcome home hun" and we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning in bed alone, I looked at my watch and saw the time was 8: 30 and surmised that Cathy had left to drop the kids at school on her way to work. I lay there and gave my morning wood a couple of slow strokes and smiled to my self as I thought back to the quicky sex I had before going off to sleep. I decided I'd get up and put the kettle on to make a cuppa. Seeing as Cathy had left with the kids I didn’t bother putting any clothes on. Here I am walking out into the kitchen as naked as the day I was born sporting a quite impressive morning wood feeling free as a bird. I flicked the kettle on and stood there having the good ole morning stretch. I must have let out a bit of a groan as I stretched, I heard a gasp, looked around and saw Cathy's mother Jenn standing in the spare room. She was bent facing me pulling on her underwear. There she was pulling her panties up and otherwise naked, there I was stretching for the ceiling with my arms and my cock. I stepped back around the corner out of her sight and heard the bedroom door slam shut. I took it as my cue to go and put some clothes on. I bolted for my bedroom thinking “ oh fuck that’s going to make life a bit awkward for a while” then then the image of Jenn’s naked body popped into my head. Bugger me if my mother in law doesn’t have a hot body. I mean she is definitely not an unattractive woman. But I never thought she was rocking a body that good at 58 years old. Jenn stands about 5 foot 5 has sandy coloured hair, she has attractive features but with signs of a spending a fair bit of time in the sun. Not in a bad way mind you. To look at he clothed you can see she has a reasonably fit figure. Largish breasts curvy hips and a trim waist. To see her naked……. Her tits were a sight to behold. ( I later found they were 12e) big firm round tits with only the slightest hint of sag to them, down over a almost flat stomach with just enough meat not to have a hard body. Her hips….. “oh my god” as they say nice round hips perfectly complimented her shape. But the one thing that blew me away the most was her vag. Smooth as silk and just a perfect slit. Standing in my room I could see precum starting to make and appearance on the end of my cock just thinking about it. I quickly thru on a pair of shorts and a tshirt and headed back out to the kitchen. I called out to Jenn to ask if she wanted a coffee in the calmest voice I could muster and she answered with a “yes, as long as you have some clothes on" in a kind of happy voice. Jenn an I have always got along but she has never really warmed to me as such. Always spoke to me in a way that made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for her daughter but Cathy chose to be with me so she will go along with it. Im not a bad guy, I work hard, provide Cathy and her 2 kids with a good lifestyle, nice home, nice cars and above all else I treat her like a queen well almost. Jenn walks out in a navy blue skirt with a white shirt and blue suit jacket. She looked very professional . Jenn removes the jacket and put it over the back of a chair at the dinning table and as I watch her I realize I'm looking at her a total different way now. I follow the line if her skirt up and over her bum, taking it all in and think to myself that she has quite a nice round bum. How have I not noticed this before. Jenn then sits a the breakfast bar and takes her coffee in her hand and doesn’t say much at all so I took upon myself to say “hey um look I'm sorry about that Jenn. I didn’t realize anyone else was here. I thought with Cathy and the kids gone the house was all mine so I didn’t bother with clothes” Jenn had a faint hint of a smile on her face as she replied “that’s what I thought too. I didn’t hear you come home last night". I work out after moving out into the country a few months back driving to the city each day for work Jenn was finding herself more and more fatigued each week so Cathy offered her mum the use of our spare room during the week. Jenn add" I hope its not a problem”. With me working away most of the time I thought it's not such a bad idea as its more company for Cathy while I'm away. The mood in the room started to feel a little better as we chatted and my eyes began to wander. I could make out the white lacey bra trying to contain Jenn's breasts and her shirt allowed me to see just a hint of her cleavage. I was trying to be discreet while having my sneaky little perv. Noticing the little freckles that adorned her cleavage and the way her boobs move a little as she spoke I started to get a little aroused once again. I'm sure she caught me looking on one or more occasion but I was doing my best to be discreet. I offered Jenn a second coffee to which she accepted and I'm pretty sure I saw her looking at the bulge in the front of my shorts as I got the milk from the fridge. We chatted a little more as we had our coffee then Jenn headed off to work. My day was pretty uneventful and just pottered around unpacking my ute and doing a few jobs around the house. In the evening Cathy and kids got home and she informed me that her mum was staying with us and how it had come about. Jenn arrived home right before dinner and we all sat around chatting and catching up. Nothing was said about the morning so I left it at that. Cathy and I went off to bed around 10pm with Jenn saying she was going to read for a while. Laying in bed next to Cathy we chatted a little while gently caressing each other. Our lips met and Cathy's tongue made its way into my mouth. My hands made there way up Cathy's body and I took her right breast into my hand. As seems to run in the family Cathy has a nice pair of boobs also. She has a pair of 12dd breast that are a lovely creamy white colour in have nice dark red nipples with areola about 2 inches in diameter. Her stomach is not quite flat but close to it. She has a creamy complexion with smooth soft skin. Her legs are long and very shapely and lead up to a nice round bum. Not as firm as it once was but I'm not complaining. I break our kiss and move to her neck kissing and gently nibbling as I go. Cathy slowly guides my head down untill my mouth is on her right breast. I take her nipple into my mouth as my tongue makes small circle around her nipple. I take her left nipple between my thumb and for finger gently pulling and twisting it. I feels Cathy's chest rising and falling as her breathing becomes heavier and take is as my cue to continue south down her body. I kiss her stomach as I go, then come to the familiar strip of hair that guides my to her pussy. As I kiss my way down her little strip of hair she grabs my head and pushes it down. She is growing impatient. I find her clit with my tongue a begin to make small circles around it, Cathy responds by thrusting her hips into my face. I can taste her juices and feel them start to flow as her body begin to tense. She begins to moan loudly as she pulls a pillow over her face to drown out the noise. After a few seconds her body relaxes and she giggles a quiet “ whoops mum is here". I slide my way up her body and guide my cock to its very wet target easy the tip in and in one good thrust its buried to the hilt inside my lady. Slowly we fuck in the missionary position while kissing softly. The her hips start to buck. “Wait take me from behind before I come again” Cathy says between heavy breaths. We roll into place Cathy on her hands and knees with her legs apart so she can play with her clit. I entre from behind take hold of her hips and start thrusting. While pound away at her from behind I moisten my thumb with some saliva and push it gently into her tight little bum. She begins to buck and moan a little louder. She buries her face into the mattress as she is about to come trying to muffle the sound of her pending orgasm. The little devil inside me takes my free hand slides it up her back and grabs a fist full of her hair. As she begins to howl the start of her orgasm I pull her hair enough to lift her face out of the mattress. As her pussy clamps down on my cock I feel my own orgasm boiling with two good hard thrusts I unload into Cathy's quivering pussy. A short time later we are spooning as we drift off to sleep. I wake up in the morning to Cathy kissing me on the forehead, she is dressed and has the kids ready for school and is on her way out the door. We wish each other a good day and the kids call out “see you Mark” I reply with “have a good day guys. See you tonight" I get up out of bed and jump in the shower, my cock is pointing up at me as if to say “ good job last night mate”. I consider masturbating in the shower but decide to give it a miss get out towel off and throw on a pair of shorts. Out in the kitchen The kettle is on and I call out “ You like a coffee Jenn" I get a muffled reply from the spare bathroom. So I get the cups ready. The bathroom door opens and out steps my mother in law wrapped in a towel with another one tied around her hair. Walking towards her room she is adjusting the towel on her head as I ask" was that a yes for coffee" she pause mid stride to say “yes please “, with her hands busy at her head the towel around her body fell straight to the floor. My brain went mental" yes yes hallelujah yes yes" I said to myself. I did not take my eyes off her. Mustering all my courage I said “so we are nudists around here now"? Frantically grabbing for her towel Jenn replies “ no we are not" in a stern voice. “ You have clothes on” as she starts to cover up with her towel. “Fuck it" I thought as I grabbed my shorts and sent them to the floor. “It's so much more relaxing this way” I said with a grin. My heart was racing waiting for her to snap back in a fiery tone. But all the came was a “carefully you don’t spill the boiling water. I will be out in a second" “ holy shit" I thought. Jenn may actually be ok with this. And a second later walks out with just the two towels she had on draped over her arm. Hanging the damp towels over the chair she tell me" I actually have been sitting here naked enjoy my breakfast since I've been staying here. And well after yesterday and then again this morning you catching me naked I guess I don’t really have anything left to hide. And yesterday with you being naked and all and your brazen dropping of your shorts I thought why not.” “yesterday was a but of a shock, I didn’t know you were here, but this morning when you dropped your towel I thought why not" I said with a wink. “ I didn’t drop my towel it fell" she came back with As I made the coffees I offered to make Jenn some toast and she accepted with a smile. Who would have thought being naked around my mother in law would soften the tone she used to talk to me. As I made the drinks and the toast cooked I could feel her looking at me. As I handed her coffee over Jenn looked at me with a sly grin and asked" does that thing ever go down" looking straight at my upward pointing cock. “ it was pointing at the ceiling yesterday and now it again “ I had completely forgotten about my cock and was far to busy trying to play it cool while taking in the sight in front of me. With warming cheeks I replied" um sorry about that. Its you know, morning, being near a naked woman and all. I t will go down soon" Jenn looked a little sad almost and said “ don’t be sorry. Its nice to see. I haven't seen one that hard for a long time.” She went in to tell me her and her husband Ned haven't been naked around each other for the last ten years. He had gained a lot of weight after an accident and never lost it. Not that she found him unattractive, it was his lack of energy and had a few issues performing when it came to that. And due to his snoring they slept in separate rooms. Not knowing whether to compliment Jenn on her assets I took a casual glance over her body as she sipped her coffee. “ see something you like about the old body" she asked with a questioning eye. Blushing a little “ whats not to like" I replied “ you have a stunning figure. And to be honest its going to be a while before this goes down" looking a my cock With a genuine smile and a touch of red in her cheeks “ I'm glad. I like looking at it.” We continued having our breakfast and taking no so sly looks at each other. With her tits sitting just above the breakfast counter I didn't really get a good look at the rest of her body. I was dying to see more. I could feel my stiffness leaving my cock slowly and thought I could almost see a touch of disappointment on Jenn's face. I plucked up a little courage and said “ I noticed yesterday you were totally bald down there" nodding below the countertop “ forgive me for asking but if you and Ned aren't…..” I paused. Jenn slid her chair back a little and with slightly parted legs, she ran her hand over her pubic mound, looked up at me and said “ Its not for Ned. He doesn't really like it bald. But as we age and hair starts to go grey I don’t really like seeing greys down there.” Watching Jenn run her hands over her smooth pubic mound my cock springs back to full attention. As her hand glides back and forth her lips part just enough for me to see her glistening juices. She is obviously enjoying the whole scene or maybe just her own touch. I find my hand on my cock and is stroking away watching my mother in law showing me her bald pussy. She looks at me and asks" do you like it" then looks down to see me stroking away at my pulsating ridged cock. I stammer “ that’s the tastiest looking puss I think I've ever had the privilege to lay eyes on" I don’t think she listened to me as her eyes were fixed on my hand sliding back and forth up the length of my shaft. At the same time her middle finger made its way into her perfect little slit. It was by far the hottest thing I have ever seen. I could feel a small amount of precum start to weep from the eye of my cock and saw Jenn's eyes start to glisten. No words are spoken as we watch each other start to masturbate quicker and harder. Jenn raises her left hand up and starts to play with her left breast, gently massaging the squeezing her nipple. Her eyes are fixed on my hand which is now almost a blur as it slides back and forth. As too is Jenn's middle finger. A low moan begins to come from my mother in law as she begins to rock her hips back and forth. She bites her lip as her middle finger swirls over her clit. I'm intoxicated by the sight in front of me, this gorgeous 58 year old woman frantically rubbing herself in front of me. I begin to feel that familiar feeling as my balls begin to tighten. I’m sure Jenn senses it too as her frigging becomes more intense. Her hips are shaking, bottom lip is quivering, her pussy and hand is coated in her own juices. Her moans become louder but the whole time she is focused on my cock. Im not sure I can last much longer when I hear “ cum for me. I want to see it". And that’s it. The first rope shot nearly all the way across the breakfast bar landing right in front of Jenn. At that exact moment I heard Jenn howling with pleasure, her finger was a blur as it worked her clit, her hips were bucking wildly as she watched wide eye me shooting rope after rope of my seed over the breakfast bar. As my orgasm started to subside I had to grab the bench for balance. I looked over and Jenn was sitting the panting heavily staring at the load of cum that had been shot over the breakfast bar. She was shaking with just the tiniest beads of sweat on her forehead. A few moments later we looked at each other. “ fuck that was intense” was all I could say. Jenn looked at me and replied “ um yes, you could say that. It seems things may have got a little out of hand" I could resist “ no I think being in hands was the problem" with a shy grin. “ Maybe we should get a little cleaned up" Jenn offered. “ Should we take a shower” I asked “ I don’t think that’s a good idea Mark, things went a bit to far as it is" was the answer that put me back in my place. “Can I please have another coffee while I get ready for work” she asked as she made a move to get up. I moved to turn the kettle on as she stood, as I turn back to have another look at the naked form about to walk away I saw Jenn scoop up a finger load of my cum off the bench and licked her finger clean. She looked up saw me watching, her face went from shocked to a cheeky wink in a second. I looked over to where she had been sitting a noticed a small wet patch on her chair. Jenn appeared 2 minutes later dressed much the same as the day before right as I was about to clean the mess I'd left on the counter. She took the cloth from me and started to wipe it up, not before dipping her finger in it once again. “That’s quite a big mess you made considering what you got up to with Cathy last night.” She said with a grin. “What do you know about last night” I retorted “Not much but it sounded like you made my daughter happy before you went to sleep" remarked Jenn. We finished our coffee with a few sly glances towards each other then Jenn got up saying “ its time for me to go to work". She approached me and gave me the first even hug shared between the two of us. I could feel her breasts pressed hard against me. With a quick peck on the cheek she was out the door saying “ I will see you Sunday night. Have a good weekend" and then she left. The weekend was quite uneventful and consisted of the usual running round and jobs around the house. Sunday afternoon Cathy asked “what should we do for dinner” “I'm not sure, if we go out will your mum be coming with us" I replied “no mum wont be here until tomorrow, she drives straight to work on Monday's then comes here at night" Cathy said “She said see you on Sunday as she walked out the door on Friday” I replied Cathy looked a little puzzled shrugged and carried on pottering around the house. I decided to head out to the garage for a while and do some work on my car. A couple of beers and a few hours later Cathy calls out dinner will be ready in half an hour. I pack up my tool then head inside for a shower. As I pass through the kitchen I see Jenn is there helping Cathy with dinner. Cathy is wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a sleeveless tshirt. I cans see she has no bra on by the way her boobs sway as she moves. Its nothing uncommon as she normally discards it when she is home. Jenn is wearing almost the same shorts but has on a loose fitting singlet minus her bra also. I take a second to admire both women standing the and mentally undress the pair of them. Both are good looking ladies and Jenn is pretty much a slightly older looking version of Cath. The only difference is Jenn's boobs are a bit bigger and slightly perkier. I head off for my shower, when im done, eat dinner with the rest of the family. We all watch tv together and I take the opportunity to check out Jenn’s boobs as she watches tv. We all decide its time to head off to bed, as Cathy and I snuggle down I make my move for a little love making. She informs me she has her period so its out of the question. I'm laying there with a semi erection feeling horny after checking out Jenn's tits and looks like I'm going with out relief. I could have asked Cathy for a blow job instead but that was one of the things she wouldn’t do. In the 5 years we had been together I only ever received a total of four blow jobs. I went off to sleep semi hard cock in my hand. Monday morning I wake to Jenn calling out" coffee is ready sleepy head" I climb out of bed pull on a pair of shorts and head out to the kitchen. Jenn is standing in the kitchen pouring the milk into the coffees she is wearing the same singlet as last night but has on a pair of silk shorts. I take in the sight in front of me. Although her outfit shows her body's curves and looks pretty damn good I'm still a little disappointed she has chosen to wear clothes. “You dressed this morning" I asked “ I was kind of hoping you would have gone without again" She smiled at me saying" I did think about it, but then again I think things went a little too far on Friday morning. You must have too otherwise you wouldn’t have put shorts on” “I can fix that” I said “consider them gone" “Hang on a second” Jenn said holding up her hand. “ would you like some toast" she asked trying to change the subject. “yes please “ I replied trying to hide my disappointment As Jenn bent over to get the toaster from the cupboard I sat there staring at her nice round silk covered bum. Her shorts rode up a little to reveal a hint of her smooth lips from between her legs. In almost an instant my cock spang to life forming a tent in the front of my shorts. Jenn turns around with the toaster in her hands and immediately sees me standing there coffee in hand with my cock straining to be freed from my shorts. She looks a little longer than a glance then puts the toaster on the bench. “What on earth got in to you” she asks with a stern voice but a softening look on her face “Well it was when you bent over just now, and what you're wearing doesn't help much either” was all I could come up with. “ Jeez” Jenn says “that thing seems to always be pointing, or it doesn't take much to get it pointing. Do you need to adjust it or something, It doesn’t look very comfortable” I stick me hand down my shorts a shift the head of my cock upwards so the tip points at my belly not pressing against my shorts. The result being the head is clearly sticking out over the waist band and in clear view. Jenn seems to be trying not to look at it while making the toast but her eye keep going back to the top of my shorts. I sit on the stool at the end of the counter and with the waist band holding my cock to my body The head begins to poke in my belly. Jenn looks and has a small chuckle and states the obvious “its poking you in the belly, that looks even more uncomfortable than before. For god's sake just take them off already" I stand and remove my shorts. My cock spring free and happily points straight at Jenn. Her eyes seem almost transfixed staring at one of the best erections of my life , then she almosts snaps herself out of it with a little shake of the head. “ hey um Jenn, I'm standing here as naked as can be" I started “ I'm not blind” she chimes in before id finished “Feeling a bit left out” I finished. “Are you not joining me" “I don’t think it’s a good idea after what happened on Friday “ was the short answer Jenn hands me my toast and stands near me eating hers. She looks at me then my cock then back at me and simply says “ its still standing. It hasn't gone down in the slightest.” “ Nah it hasn't” I remarked “and it as hard as a brick" as I take my right hand and try to bend it as a display of how hard it truly is. “Stop that” My mother in law almost shrieks “you will do yourself some damage" as she takes my hand to try and stop me. Her hand is on mine, I cant resist and quickly slide my hand out from under hers then using my freed hand guide hers onto my cock. She tries to pull away but I hold her there and say “ pretty hard isn't it" After three or four strokes Jenn pulls her hand away and says “yes, yes it is very hard. And how dare you put my hand on it like that" “I'm sorry I thought that’s what you were going for, I was just trying to help" was all I could come up with “Hahaha “ Jenn laughed. “You really think I would just reach out and grab you like that. I mean come on really" “well you seem to like looking at it, you even told me to take my shorts off, and on top of that you reached for it" I said playing the confused victim the best I could. “Well I wasn't” was all she had left “ now eat your toast" We eat away in silence. Jenn was pretty much staring at the bench with a kind of half in thought and half dreamy look on her face. I on the other hand was running my eyes up and down her body taking in every little detail, right down to the ample amount of side boob I could see through the arm on her singlet. While Jenn was focused on thinking what ever she was thinking I gave myself a couple of sly stokes just to keep things in tact. I love the way Jenn's eyes seem to twinkle when she looks at my cock. To break the silence I asked" are we good" With a warm smile she said “ yes of course we are good” “Well in that case, what did you think. Did you like it" I asked with a big grin, hoping that if my question made her made she would think I'm just making light of the situation. Her head spun to me with a terse expression , then seeing my stupid grin softened. A cheeky smile came over her face and said “ that’s the hardest prick I've had in my hands for years, it was very nice and if you are lucky I may even do it again" It must have been said for shock value because I'm sure my facial expressions was one of absolute surprise, and with her smiling like she had got the reaction she wanted I came back with “ha I reckon you are all talk, but if you so choose to feel free to go a head" She seemed to think for a second then I'm sure she bit her own bottom lip as she reached out and took my hard prick into her hand. Her hand was amazingly soft, gentle and her grip was perfect as she began to slowly stroke. Both of us watched her hand slide up and down the length of my shaft as if we were mesmerized. After about a minute or so she looked at me with a smile and raised eyebrows and said “All talk hey” as she let go of me. She waved a hand in front of her face as if to fan herself and said “phew its getting warm in here" I suggested “Maybe its all that clothing you are wearing" To which I got back “ you haven't finished your coffee" “I reckon it would be the coolest thing in the room now" from me “Be a sweetie and put the kettle on then, I've just got to go to the loo" Jenn asked I turn around put the kettle on and rinse the cups feeling a little ripped off. Here I was thinking I was going to get a full blown hand job off my mother in law then she walks off. I hear the toilet flush as I'm pouring the milk into the steaming cups and as I turn I see Jenn walking back in the room. She has come back in holding her hand out beside her totally naked with a simple “happy now" “Fuck yeah" I blurt out “I don’t know what's better the feeling of your hand or the sight before me” I get a small blush as a reply. Jenn walks up and takes her cup from me giving my cock a gentle squeeze with her free hand. She turns to move towards the counter and I manage to get in a quick upward rub of her right but cheek as she stepped away. She turns and says “You think you have free rein to go round touching me now" “I couldn't resist” smiling at her “ plus that was no way near what you have been up to" “its not tit for tat" I'm told in a matter of fact kind of way. I look her straight in the eye and take my cock in my hand and begin to stoke it. Her eyes shoot straight to it. She steps closer, her naked breast touch my arm. Her hand slides down and pushes mine off my cock. She begins to slowly stroke. My right hand finds her belly and glides up until it cups Jenn's left breast. “What do you think you are doing” she asks quietly I reply by running my hand up over her breast. Her nipple it hard and poking straight out, I take it between my thumb and forefinger giving it a gentle tug. I massage her breast for a little while before getting bolder and running my hand down her belly. The moment my finger touch her mound she releases my cock grabs my wrist and says no we shouldn't be doing this. I continue to make small rubbing motions on her smooth mound a I push ever so slightly down. After a few seconds my fingers find Jenn's slit and a little push further down I Jenn feels my finger touch her clit for the first time. She still has hold of my wrist be seems to be holding my hand to her very wet pussy. Her head goes back as she moans softly. I look to see her large chest starting to heave as I make small circles on her clit with my middle finger. I lean down and take her right nipple in my mouth. Her free hand grabs my head and holds it to her chest as I gently lick, suck and bite her nipples switching from one to the other. Her body begins to feel a little shaky and her legs begin to give way. I'm almost holding her up and I decide to lift her onto the bench. Jenn asks" what are you doing, I can't reach you anymore “ “Just relax" I said as I start to bend forward. Pushing her legs apart I place my hand on her lower belly and slide my thumb into her neat little slit. I find the nub I'm looking for and make small circles with my thumb. Jenn rests back with her hands on the bench tilts her head back letting out a little moan. I lean forward and replace my thumb with my tongue. Jenn’s pussy I soaking wet and taste is amazing, she starts to moan louder as her thighs begins to close around my head. Her hips begin to buck and I fell one of her grab the back of my head. She lets out one god oh mighty moan and I feel her juices begin to saturate my face. After a second or two her body goes limp. Her hand gently pushes my face away and almost whispers “ fuck I have never had an orgasm so quick before" “ look at you face” Jenn says as she opens her eyes and grinning like a loon. “Swap places with me" she instructs as she gently slides off the bench. She wobbles a bit as her legs take her weight and I reach out to steady her. “ Go on get up" she says. I climb up on the bench sitting with my legs dangling over the side. She walks up to me, takes my cock in her hand. Stoking it she looks my in the eye and with a shrug leans forward and runs her tongue over the head of my cock. Her tongue circles the head a few times. The warmth of her tongue is amazing. And quick as a flash she takes my whole length into her mouth. I feel her throat throbbing around the head of my cock. I hear her start to gag a little, then her head comes back up. Jenn sucks my cock like I've never been sucked before. She cups my balls jerks my cock with her hand and take whole length time and time again. This woman is an expert cock sucked I surmise. I let her know that I'm not far off cumming and she seems to double her efforts. This is too much for me and I begin to unload into her mouth. I hear her gag a little as shoot what feels like the biggest load I have ever shot. Jenn continues to keep my cock in her mouth after I have come cleaning up every drop of my jizz. As I begin to soften in her mouth she draws her head back letting my cock fall with an audible plop. I look down at my mother in laws face and see she has a small dribble of cum running down her chin. “you missed a bit" as I motion to her chin. She licks her lips then her finger wipes the small dibble of her chin then she sucks her finger clean. “You look like you need a cup of coffee, and I will make you something to eat" Jenn says as I sit on the bench with my head still spinning. I watch Jenn move around the kitchen as she makes breakfast, I see the slick lines left over from her orgasm still shining on the inside of her leg. My head stops spinning as I slide of the bench and head to the bathroom. Once finished taking care of business I head back to the kitchen to find Jenn bending over looking in the dishwasher, her smooth lips peeking out from between her thighs. Fuck me I haven't seen anything so hot in a long time, I feel the familiar feeling of blood beginning to flow back to my cock once again. Jenn turns as she hears me enter and tell me to take a seat. Her eyes drift down to my crotch. “Again" she say questioningly “You are hard again. I think I need to have some actual food in my stomach to get me through the day. Now have your breakfast" As I sit and eat Jenn eats while cleans up the kitchen in between bites of her toast. Under the counter I give my cock slow gentle strokes as I watch Jenn move around. We share a bit of small talk trying to act as if nothing had happened between us, all the while I'm thinking I want to bury my cock in that smooth sweet pussy. Jenn finishes her breakfast and announces that she is going for a shower and walks off across the lounge room towards the bathroom. Once the water is running I head to the bathroom to join Jenn. I walk in and a greeted with a “And what do you think you are doing? You and that hard dick of yours can go away, I need to go to work today.” “I will wash you back for you" I reply as I step into the shower. Jenn turns her back to me and hands me the body wash. I wash her back then gently massage her shoulders then my soapy hands slide over and start to massage her tits, as I reach forward my hard cock nestles neatly in her soapy ass crack. He hand comes around and starts to stoke me. Jenn tilts her head back and says “Can you make it quick, I'm already late for work" With bit of a shocked reaction a say a quick “Sure" as I push her to a bent over position . She guides my stiff cock to entrance of her pussy and I slowly push. I savor the feeling as all of my 8 and a half inches slowly slide into the warmth of my mother in laws pussy. Its warm wet and surprisingly a snug fit. I begin to thrust. Jenn tells me to go steady for a bit. I'm looking down at Jenn’s back as I watch myself disappearing inside her, I see her little asshole winking at me so I rub a little soap on my thumb then gently press it against her ass. Jenn starts to thrust back against me and I take it as my cue to pump harder and my free hand grabs her hip and I begin pound away on my mother in law adding more and more pressure to my thumb. In no time my thumb is buried in her ass as I pound her from behind. I look up and see she has one hand against the wall and the other look to be between her legs. She starts a deep moan from somewhere deep inside her and feel her pussy tighten around my cock, and my thumb feels like its about to get crushed as Jenn has her second orgasm for the morning. I remove my thumb grab hold as I feel the pressure in my ball begin to rise and then I feel the old familiar feeling. I'm pumping away as I start to cum shot after shot as I unload into Jenn’s pussy I start to wonder if I'm going to stop cumming. I don’t think I've ever cum that hard or that much before. My knees begin to buckle a little as the waves of my orgasm hit, l lean back a little and my cock slips from inside Jenn. We have a quick wash then get out of the shower. Jenn heads off to her room to get dressed while I make myself a coffee, Jenn declined as she was already late for work. Once dressed she walks out comes up and gives me a kiss square on the lips the says “Thank you stud, I haven't felt this good in years" then she left for work. Later that day my boss called saying he needed me in the yard for the rest of the week, much to my dismay that meant early starts and late finishes. No more naked coffees with Jenn and no chance of a repeat of our shower together. I work the next week in the yard as well, its hot as hell all week and I'm totally buggered. Friday afternoon I knock off early so that Cathy and I can take the kids to the airport. They are flying to Sydney to spend the school holidays with their father. Cathy and I get home around 6 with a pizza, movie and a few drinks and turn the aircon on. Fuck its blowing hot air, looks like its packed it in. I head out to the shed and grab an old fan as Cathy opens every window in the house. Sitting on the lounge feeling hot Cathy stands and strips all he clothes off and says" we are alone, the kids aren't here so why not". I agree and stand up and do the same. Cathy gets up and takes our clothes to our bedroom then come back to the lounge. Being in front of the fan naked sure helps cool us down. Half way through the movie I hear the front door open and I hear Jenn call out “hello". Cathy is in the kitchen making drink and comes walking into the lounge at the same time as her mother and tries to cover herself and spills the drinks. Jenn looks around and notices we are naked and starts to apologize, while I tell her that the aircon broke and its hot. Cathy looks at me and says" Your not even going to cover yourself" To which I reply “ Nar you've both seen it all before, I got nothing to hide, plus its to hot to be covered" “What do you mean we both seen it all before. When has mum ever seen you naked" Cathy asks in a confused manor I go on to tell Cathy about the first morning I got home and add how embarrassed we both were and not saying anymore about our mornings together. Having had a few drink under her belt Cathy finds the story hilarious and asks why I hadn't said anything before. I told her I didn't think it was worth mentioning. I look over a Jenn and ask if she would prefer us to put our clothes on and she answered with “ its your house, I cant really ask you too can I. I don’t want to intrude on you night so I might head home" Its unusual for her to come to our house on a Friday night and after asking what brings her here we find out her husband Ned was leaving early in the morning to go on a fishing trip with some mates, so she thought she might call in a see what we had planned as she didn’t feel like being in the country by herself. I told Jenn she wasn’t intruding and she was welcome to stay, we have pizza and a movie. Cathy says to her mother” Put your things in your room and I will pour you a wine" while looking at me “ and we will just put some clothes on' From Jenn's room we hear “ don’t worry about clothes, Mark is right its to hot. That is as long as you don’t mind if I join you.” Cathy looks at me as if to ask my thought as I casually shrug as if to say I don’t care. She calls out to her mum “ Um I guess why not.” While heading to make some more drinks. Jenn walks in and takes a seat on the lounge and asks again that she is not interrupting out night, then her and I make a bit of small talk about our day. Cathy returns with our drinks and we start the movie again for Jenn. After a while I get up to make another round of drinks and when I return I can feel both women looking. I hand out the drinks take a seat and watch the movie. Then its Jenn’s turn to make drinks Cathy leans over and whispered with a little giggle “ Mum keeps looking at your cock, it like she cant take her eyes off it" I get a cheeky grin and whisper in her ear “Give it a few stroke and see if you can get it hard before she comes back in.” Cathy being a little tipsy by now thinks it pretty funny and grabs my cock and begins to stroke it. A couple of strokes later and its standing to full attention ready to be seen. Cathy leans in a whispers “ You know that’s probably the first hard cock mum has seen in a decade” and goes on to tell me about her parents sleeping arrangements, pretty much the same as Jenn had told me a couple of weeks ago. Jenn walks in and hands us our drinks and as she hands me mine her eyes seem to grow larger as they wander down to my stiff cock she seems to pause for a second then heads back to the kitchen for her drink. “You see her eyes, they nearly popped out of her head” Cathy giggles. Jenn comes in and takes her seat and after a few minutes Cathy asks “Can we swap seats hon, I'd like to lay down with my head on the arm rest if you don’t mind" I stand up to let Cathy move over and as she move says “ careful you will take someones eye out with that" with a giggle. “ Mum watch out you could loose an eye" . Jenn put her and up a to mockingly protect herself as I turn and her hand is in just the right spot for my cock to fall tight into it. She gently pushes it away while feigning a little gasp. “Oh my god mum, you right are you? See a penis and you have to grab it" Cathy says while in a fit of laughter. Jenn clearly embarrassed stammers “ no no I didn't mean to. I was an accident” blushing as she speaks. I take my seat and feel a little back handed slap on the side of my leg from Jenn. Cathy puts her feet on my lap and we continue watching movie. From the corner of my eye I see Jenn who in seated beside me taking more than a few glances at my crotch. I feel my erection slowly starting to fade as I slide my hand out of Jenn’s sight, underneath Cathy's legs and with a finger pointing upward I I follow the gap between her legs until I find what im looking for. To my surprise her pussy is nearly dripping wet. I slowly push it inside her and she closes her legs hard on my hand as to tell me, no way. Then Cathy trying to be cheeky attempts to stroke my fading erection with her feet. “ what are you doing" I ask Cathy “ You were starting to fade so I thought I'd help you out a bit" she replies “ I don’t think it will work with your feet" I tell her. “ Anyway what makes you think I need help" “ You were going soft and I want to see you hard. I'm sure mum likes too” Cathy blurts out sounding more tipsy than before. Jenn takes this opportunity to get up and offer another round of drinks telling Cathy she should think about some water instead. I watch Jenn walk into the kitchen admiring her body as she walks. Cathy wants to know what I'm looking at and I tell her I'm just checking out the scenery with a grin. She leans up to me and whispers “if you had the chance would you fuck my mum? A little taken back by her question I reply “ sure why not” thinking if only she knew I already have. Jenn comes back in with the round of drink and hand them out. Standing in front of me, I eye her from head to toe and having her pussy at eye level I stop and stare at her smooth mound. Cathy from beside me says out loud “ see something you like hon" with a giggle. “ Yes I do” I tell her “ your mum is stunning and look at her smooth pus" Jenn takes her seat and says “just watch the movie you two" We settle back and watch the movie and Cathy attempts again to rub my cock with her feet. Jenn looks over and says" for gods sake, get you feet off him you are going to do some damage. Why don’t you use your hands already" “ I cant reach and I can't move I'm comfortable” Cathy states Then to my surprise or more shock Jenn pushes Cathy's feet away and takes my cock in her hand and begins to stroke. Cathy is silent and slack jawed watching her mother stoking my cock as it grows in her hand. It takes only a few seconds and my cock its hard enough to break bricks and Jenn continues to stroke while watching the movie. Cathy has her hand over her mouth in shock so I take the opportunity to once again slide my hand up the inside of her legs. This time she spreads slightly and I find her opening. It is soaking wet. I slipped two fingers straight in, my thumb up to her clit and began to rub. It only takes a minute and Cathy is starting to buck her hips lightly try not to let her mother know what's going on. My hand is soaking wet as I hear Cathy muffling her moan as she cums in my hand. Jenn hasn't skipped a beat and is stroking away on my cock. Cathy regains her composure and says “ you look like you're enjoying yourself there mum". “Not as much as you by the looks of it" Jenn replies with a sly grin. Cathy seems to be trying to melt into the lounge from embarrassment. “And are you enjoying yourself Mark" Jenn asks. “How could anyone not enjoy themselves like this. I'm sitting with 2 naked women, one has just had an orgasm in my hand while the other is giving me an amazing hand job.” I reply “Well then everyone seems to be enjoying themselves them" Jenn says. “So you are enjoying yourself too Mum" Cathy asks “Well as I said, not as much as you but its ok" Jenn says Cathy starts to get up and says “ I will make us all another drink.” Cathy heads to the kitchen to make the drinks and Jenn looks at me for the first time since she has taken my cock in her hand. She smiles then leans forward and takes my cock into her mouth. I almost cum then and there. She only has it in her mouth for a couple of strokes then sits back up and her hand takes her mouths place. Feeling a little game I slide my hand up over her thigh, across her smooth mound until my middle finger finds it goal, I begin to rub Jenn's clit. She spreads her legs a little to allow my hand more room to move. She leans back and lets me pleasure her with my hand. Her hips are rolling slowly back and forth as if she is riding my hand. Softly moaning she rocks a little quicker and bits her bottom lip. Right as Jenn begins to cum Cathy walks back into the room with our drinks, she has a look of absolute shock on her face when she sees her mother start her orgasm with my hand between her legs. Jenn lets out a massive moan as the blissful feeling takes over her body. My hand is once again soaked. Cathy speaks “ what the…. I mean I turn my back for a second and you're playing with my mums vag. What's next? You going to fuck her? I can't believe you just made my mum cum" “ Oh shit sorry hun I didn't think you would mind. After all you didn't seem to mind her play with my cock while I played with you. And I thought it was only fair to return the favor" I replied a little worried Cathy was about to loose her mind. She seems to think for a bit then smiles saying “ You are right, I guess I was just a little shocked. I mean who can ever say they watched their mother have an orgasm" and to Jenn who is slowly catching her breath “ and it looks like you didn't mind either mum" Jenn looking a little embarrassed says “I think things may have gotten a little carried away. Im sorry dear” “Meh it fine mum, don't worry about it” Cathy says “ to be honest I was half expecting Mark to be the one cumming with you playing with him" “ Oh yes that right, poor Mark is still sitting here pointing that" Jenn nodding towards my erection. With the drinks on the table Cathy reaches over and give me a kiss while stroking my cock a couple of times. She sits down and says “ well mum are you going to finish what you started or do I have to" Jenn looks at my cock then Cathy and says “ oh as much as I was enjoying the feel of it I don't want to cause any problems. You go ahead dear. He is your man after all" Cathy looks at her mum and says “ there will be no problems, and if it was anyone else I would not be happy, but you look like you're enjoying mum, go ahead" Jenn reaches out and takes my cock in her hand and starts stroking. The feeling is amazing and sitting between my partner and her mother all three of us naked is one of the hottest things I have ever witnessed. I do all I can to stop myself from cumming and after about 10 minutes or so Jenn complains her wrist is getting sore. Cathy looks at me and asks" what's wrong hun, stage fright or you need something else?” I try my luck with “ depends on what else is on offer, do I get to put my cock into someone?” Cathy raises one eyebrow and says" someone? You didn't say get to put your cock in me, you said someone. Am I lead to believe that you are suggesting having sex with my mum" “you or your mum I don't really care, you mums hand is getting sore and you suggested something else. I just went with it" I replied Jenn was sitting there not knowing what to say then Cathy spoke “ tell me are you saying that you would have sex with my mum if she agreed” I nodded yes “ mum, would you" Jenn looks at her feet and says “ I'm not sure" I look at Cathy with raised eyebrow as if to ask “ well?” Cathy just shrugs with a smile as if to say why not then. I almost jump to my feet with excitement. “Fuck it. Stand up Jenn and come here" I say trying to sound assertive. Jenn looks stunned and slowly stands. I take her in my hand and guide her to the arm of the lounge and push her to a bent over position. She reaches for the arm of the lounge with her hands while her round ass is right in front of me. “ What here" She asks as if she expected to go off to a bedroom. I say nothing as I take my hard cock and touch it to her opening. Her pussy is still slick with her own juices and I have no trouble sliding in. She take my entire length in one go with a gasp and groan all in one. Cathy sitting on the lounge with one leg up looks surprised and turned on at the same time. I begin to thrust long slow thrust making sure the inward thrust is done hard. Jenn moans with each thrust and I feel her move as her hand heads towards her clit. In the light from the tv I see Cathy has move and is starting to rub her own clit. I grab Jenn’s hips tighter and start to thrust faster and harder, Jenn's moaning is getting louder and louder, Cathy's hand is almost a blur as she starts her moans of pleasure. With a loud “ oh fuck I'm cumming" I feel Jenn’s pussy clamp down on my cock. The extra pressure on my cock sets my over the edge and I feel my balls begin to boil. With a loud moan Cathy tell us “ I'm cumming too” and at the same time I let out a groan from somewhere within as I unload inside my mother in law. I keep thrusting until I'm sure I have given Jenn every drop of my seed.

Ok time to put this story down and share something that happened to me quite a few years back. Although it was a long time ago I can remember it like it was yesterday. I had been away at work for 3 weeks and was coming to the end of a 16 hour drive home. I had called my partner Cathy about 5 hours ago and told her I should be home around midnight. She replied “ I will be well asleep by then, don’t wake me when you get home. Drive safe I love you" I arrived home just after midnight and parked my ute in the back yard. Living on a corner block I had a side gate into the back yard and with the vehicle securely locked away I entered the house through the laundry door. I stopped off in the kitchen a grabbed a quick glass of oj before heading to bed. I stripped off and slid into bed beside Cathy giving her a kiss on the cheek. She was laying on her side with her back to me perfect for spooning. Laying there with my lady in my arms and feeling her soft smooth skin against mine and after being away from home for 3 weeks the blood began to flow. I could feel my cock start to stir and before lone my hard cock was pressing the warm smooth body laying next to me. Not bothering with formalities I pushed the covers back to expose her rear end, moving to a kneeling position I put just a little of my saliva on the tip of my cock and worked the bell end of my cock into her warm wet pussy. By almost instinct Cathy pulled her knees up to her ample chest to allow me to pound her from behind. I had 3 weeks worth of sexual tension so it was all over in a short period of time with me cumming inside her ,I layed down to drift off to sleep with Cathy mumbling a “ mmmmmm welcome home hun" and we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning in bed alone, I looked at my watch and saw the time was 8: 30 and surmised that Cathy had left to drop the kids at school on her way to work. I lay there and gave my morning wood a couple of slow strokes and smiled to my self as I thought back to the quicky sex I had before going off to sleep. I decided I'd get up and put the kettle on to make a cuppa. Seeing as Cathy had left with the kids I didn’t bother putting any clothes on. Here I am walking out into the kitchen as naked as the day I was born sporting a quite impressive morning wood feeling free as a bird. I flicked the kettle on and stood there having the good ole morning stretch. I must have let out a bit of a groan as I stretched, I heard a gasp, looked around and saw Cathy's mother Jenn standing in the spare room. She was bent facing me pulling on her underwear. There she was pulling her panties up and otherwise naked, there I was stretching for the ceiling with my arms and my cock. I stepped back around the corner out of her sight and heard the bedroom door slam shut. I took it as my cue to go and put some clothes on. I bolted for my bedroom thinking “ oh fuck that’s going to make life a bit awkward for a while” then then the image of Jenn’s naked body popped into my head. Bugger me if my mother in law doesn’t have a hot body. I mean she is definitely not an unattractive woman. But I never thought she was rocking a body that good at 58 years old. Jenn stands about 5 foot 5 has sandy coloured hair, she has attractive features but with signs of a spending a fair bit of time in the sun. Not in a bad way mind you. To look at he clothed you can see she has a reasonably fit figure. Largish breasts curvy hips and a trim waist. To see her naked……. Her tits were a sight to behold. ( I later found they were 12e) big firm round tits with only the slightest hint of sag to them, down over a almost flat stomach with just enough meat not to have a hard body. Her hips….. “oh my god” as they say nice round hips perfectly complimented her shape. But the one thing that blew me away the most was her vag. Smooth as silk and just a perfect slit. Standing in my room I could see precum starting to make and appearance on the end of my cock just thinking about it. I quickly thru on a pair of shorts and a tshirt and headed back out to the kitchen. I called out to Jenn to ask if she wanted a coffee in the calmest voice I could muster and she answered with a “yes, as long as you have some clothes on" in a kind of happy voice. Jenn an I have always got along but she has never really warmed to me as such. Always spoke to me in a way that made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for her daughter but Cathy chose to be with me so she will go along with it. Im not a bad guy, I work hard, provide Cathy and her 2 kids with a good lifestyle, nice home, nice cars and above all else I treat her like a queen well almost. Jenn walks out in a navy blue skirt with a white shirt and blue suit jacket. She looked very professional . Jenn removes the jacket and put it over the back of a chair at the dinning table and as I watch her I realize I'm looking at her a total different way now. I follow the line if her skirt up and over her bum, taking it all in and think to myself that she has quite a nice round bum. How have I not noticed this before. Jenn then sits a the breakfast bar and takes her coffee in her hand and doesn’t say much at all so I took upon myself to say “hey um look I'm sorry about that Jenn. I didn’t realize anyone else was here. I thought with Cathy and the kids gone the house was all mine so I didn’t bother with clothes” Jenn had a faint hint of a smile on her face as she replied “that’s what I thought too. I didn’t hear you come home last night". I work out after moving out into the country a few months back driving to the city each day for work Jenn was finding herself more and more fatigued each week so Cathy offered her mum the use of our spare room during the week. Jenn add" I hope its not a problem”. With me working away most of the time I thought it's not such a bad idea as its more company for Cathy while I'm away. The mood in the room started to feel a little better as we chatted and my eyes began to wander. I could make out the white lacey bra trying to contain Jenn's breasts and her shirt allowed me to see just a hint of her cleavage. I was trying to be discreet while having my sneaky little perv. Noticing the little freckles that adorned her cleavage and the way her boobs move a little as she spoke I started to get a little aroused once again. I'm sure she caught me looking on one or more occasion but I was doing my best to be discreet. I offered Jenn a second coffee to which she accepted and I'm pretty sure I saw her looking at the bulge in the front of my shorts as I got the milk from the fridge. We chatted a little more as we had our coffee then Jenn headed off to work. My day was pretty uneventful and just pottered around unpacking my ute and doing a few jobs around the house. In the evening Cathy and kids got home and she informed me that her mum was staying with us and how it had come about. Jenn arrived home right before dinner and we all sat around chatting and catching up. Nothing was said about the morning so I left it at that. Cathy and I went off to bed around 10pm with Jenn saying she was going to read for a while. Laying in bed next to Cathy we chatted a little while gently caressing each other. Our lips met and Cathy's tongue made its way into my mouth. My hands made there way up Cathy's body and I took her right breast into my hand. As seems to run in the family Cathy has a nice pair of boobs also. She has a pair of 12dd breast that are a lovely creamy white colour in have nice dark red nipples with areola about 2 inches in diameter. Her stomach is not quite flat but close to it. She has a creamy complexion with smooth soft skin. Her legs are long and very shapely and lead up to a nice round bum. Not as firm as it once was but I'm not complaining. I break our kiss and move to her neck kissing and gently nibbling as I go. Cathy slowly guides my head down untill my mouth is on her right breast. I take her nipple into my mouth as my tongue makes small circle around her nipple. I take her left nipple between my thumb and for finger gently pulling and twisting it. I feels Cathy's chest rising and falling as her breathing becomes heavier and take is as my cue to continue south down her body. I kiss her stomach as I go, then come to the familiar strip of hair that guides my to her pussy. As I kiss my way down her little strip of hair she grabs my head and pushes it down. She is growing impatient. I find her clit with my tongue a begin to make small circles around it, Cathy responds by thrusting her hips into my face. I can taste her juices and feel them start to flow as her body begin to tense. She begins to moan loudly as she pulls a pillow over her face to drown out the noise. After a few seconds her body relaxes and she giggles a quiet “ whoops mum is here". I slide my way up her body and guide my cock to its very wet target easy the tip in and in one good thrust its buried to the hilt inside my lady. Slowly we fuck in the missionary position while kissing softly. The her hips start to buck. “Wait take me from behind before I come again” Cathy says between heavy breaths. We roll into place Cathy on her hands and knees with her legs apart so she can play with her clit. I entre from behind take hold of her hips and start thrusting. While pound away at her from behind I moisten my thumb with some saliva and push it gently into her tight little bum. She begins to buck and moan a little louder. She buries her face into the mattress as she is about to come trying to muffle the sound of her pending orgasm. The little devil inside me takes my free hand slides it up her back and grabs a fist full of her hair. As she begins to howl the start of her orgasm I pull her hair enough to lift her face out of the mattress. As her pussy clamps down on my cock I feel my own orgasm boiling with two good hard thrusts I unload into Cathy's quivering pussy. A short time later we are spooning as we drift off to sleep. I wake up in the morning to Cathy kissing me on the forehead, she is dressed and has the kids ready for school and is on her way out the door. We wish each other a good day and the kids call out “see you Mark” I reply with “have a good day guys. See you tonight" I get up out of bed and jump in the shower, my cock is pointing up at me as if to say “ good job last night mate”. I consider masturbating in the shower but decide to give it a miss get out towel off and throw on a pair of shorts. Out in the kitchen The kettle is on and I call out “ You like a coffee Jenn" I get a muffled reply from the spare bathroom. So I get the cups ready. The bathroom door opens and out steps my mother in law wrapped in a towel with another one tied around her hair. Walking towards her room she is adjusting the towel on her head as I ask" was that a yes for coffee" she pause mid stride to say “yes please “, with her hands busy at her head the towel around her body fell straight to the floor. My brain went mental" yes yes hallelujah yes yes" I said to myself. I did not take my eyes off her. Mustering all my courage I said “so we are nudists around here now"? Frantically grabbing for her towel Jenn replies “ no we are not" in a stern voice. “ You have clothes on” as she starts to cover up with her towel. “Fuck it" I thought as I grabbed my shorts and sent them to the floor. “It's so much more relaxing this way” I said with a grin. My heart was racing waiting for her to snap back in a fiery tone. But all the came was a “carefully you don’t spill the boiling water. I will be out in a second" “ holy shit" I thought. Jenn may actually be ok with this. And a second later walks out with just the two towels she had on draped over her arm. Hanging the damp towels over the chair she tell me" I actually have been sitting here naked enjoy my breakfast since I've been staying here. And well after yesterday and then again this morning you catching me naked I guess I don’t really have anything left to hide. And yesterday with you being naked and all and your brazen dropping of your shorts I thought why not.” “yesterday was a but of a shock, I didn’t know you were here, but this morning when you dropped your towel I thought why not" I said with a wink. “ I didn’t drop my towel it fell" she came back with As I made the coffees I offered to make Jenn some toast and she accepted with a smile. Who would have thought being naked around my mother in law would soften the tone she used to talk to me. As I made the drinks and the toast cooked I could feel her looking at me. As I handed her coffee over Jenn looked at me with a sly grin and asked" does that thing ever go down" looking straight at my upward pointing cock. “ it was pointing at the ceiling yesterday and now it again “ I had completely forgotten about my cock and was far to busy trying to play it cool while taking in the sight in front of me. With warming cheeks I replied" um sorry about that. Its you know, morning, being near a naked woman and all. I t will go down soon" Jenn looked a little sad almost and said “ don’t be sorry. Its nice to see. I haven't seen one that hard for a long time.” She went in to tell me her and her husband Ned haven't been naked around each other for the last ten years. He had gained a lot of weight after an accident and never lost it. Not that she found him unattractive, it was his lack of energy and had a few issues performing when it came to that. And due to his snoring they slept in separate rooms. Not knowing whether to compliment Jenn on her assets I took a casual glance over her body as she sipped her coffee. “ see something you like about the old body" she asked with a questioning eye. Blushing a little “ whats not to like" I replied “ you have a stunning figure. And to be honest its going to be a while before this goes down" looking a my cock With a genuine smile and a touch of red in her cheeks “ I'm glad. I like looking at it.” We continued having our breakfast and taking no so sly looks at each other. With her tits sitting just above the breakfast counter I didn't really get a good look at the rest of her body. I was dying to see more. I could feel my stiffness leaving my cock slowly and thought I could almost see a touch of disappointment on Jenn's face. I plucked up a little courage and said “ I noticed yesterday you were totally bald down there" nodding below the countertop “ forgive me for asking but if you and Ned aren't…..” I paused. Jenn slid her chair back a little and with slightly parted legs, she ran her hand over her pubic mound, looked up at me and said “ Its not for Ned. He doesn't really like it bald. But as we age and hair starts to go grey I don’t really like seeing greys down there.” Watching Jenn run her hands over her smooth pubic mound my cock springs back to full attention. As her hand glides back and forth her lips part just enough for me to see her glistening juices. She is obviously enjoying the whole scene or maybe just her own touch. I find my hand on my cock and is stroking away watching my mother in law showing me her bald pussy. She looks at me and asks" do you like it" then looks down to see me stroking away at my pulsating ridged cock. I stammer “ that’s the tastiest looking puss I think I've ever had the privilege to lay eyes on" I don’t think she listened to me as her eyes were fixed on my hand sliding back and forth up the length of my shaft. At the same time her middle finger made its way into her perfect little slit. It was by far the hottest thing I have ever seen. I could feel a small amount of precum start to weep from the eye of my cock and saw Jenn's eyes start to glisten. No words are spoken as we watch each other start to masturbate quicker and harder. Jenn raises her left hand up and starts to play with her left breast, gently massaging the squeezing her nipple. Her eyes are fixed on my hand which is now almost a blur as it slides back and forth. As too is Jenn's middle finger. A low moan begins to come from my mother in law as she begins to rock her hips back and forth. She bites her lip as her middle finger swirls over her clit. I'm intoxicated by the sight in front of me, this gorgeous 58 year old woman frantically rubbing herself in front of me. I begin to feel that familiar feeling as my balls begin to tighten. I’m sure Jenn senses it too as her frigging becomes more intense. Her hips are shaking, bottom lip is quivering, her pussy and hand is coated in her own juices. Her moans become louder but the whole time she is focused on my cock. Im not sure I can last much longer when I hear “ cum for me. I want to see it". And that’s it. The first rope shot nearly all the way across the breakfast bar landing right in front of Jenn. At that exact moment I heard Jenn howling with pleasure, her finger was a blur as it worked her clit, her hips were bucking wildly as she watched wide eye me shooting rope after rope of my seed over the breakfast bar. As my orgasm started to subside I had to grab the bench for balance. I looked over and Jenn was sitting the panting heavily staring at the load of cum that had been shot over the breakfast bar. She was shaking with just the tiniest beads of sweat on her forehead. A few moments later we looked at each other. “ fuck that was intense” was all I could say. Jenn looked at me and replied “ um yes, you could say that. It seems things may have got a little out of hand" I could resist “ no I think being in hands was the problem" with a shy grin. “ Maybe we should get a little cleaned up" Jenn offered. “ Should we take a shower” I asked “ I don’t think that’s a good idea Mark, things went a bit to far as it is" was the answer that put me back in my place. “Can I please have another coffee while I get ready for work” she asked as she made a move to get up. I moved to turn the kettle on as she stood, as I turn back to have another look at the naked form about to walk away I saw Jenn scoop up a finger load of my cum off the bench and licked her finger clean. She looked up saw me watching, her face went from shocked to a cheeky wink in a second. I looked over to where she had been sitting a noticed a small wet patch on her chair. Jenn appeared 2 minutes later dressed much the same as the day before right as I was about to clean the mess I'd left on the counter. She took the cloth from me and started to wipe it up, not before dipping her finger in it once again. “That’s quite a big mess you made considering what you got up to with Cathy last night.” She said with a grin. “What do you know about last night” I retorted “Not much but it sounded like you made my daughter happy before you went to sleep" remarked Jenn. We finished our coffee with a few sly glances towards each other then Jenn got up saying “ its time for me to go to work". She approached me and gave me the first even hug shared between the two of us. I could feel her breasts pressed hard against me. With a quick peck on the cheek she was out the door saying “ I will see you Sunday night. Have a good weekend" and then she left. The weekend was quite uneventful and consisted of the usual running round and jobs around the house. Sunday afternoon Cathy asked “what should we do for dinner” “I'm not sure, if we go out will your mum be coming with us" I replied “no mum wont be here until tomorrow, she drives straight to work on Monday's then comes here at night" Cathy said “She said see you on Sunday as she walked out the door on Friday” I replied Cathy looked a little puzzled shrugged and carried on pottering around the house. I decided to head out to the garage for a while and do some work on my car. A couple of beers and a few hours later Cathy calls out dinner will be ready in half an hour. I pack up my tool then head inside for a shower. As I pass through the kitchen I see Jenn is there helping Cathy with dinner. Cathy is wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a sleeveless tshirt. I cans see she has no bra on by the way her boobs sway as she moves. Its nothing uncommon as she normally discards it when she is home. Jenn is wearing almost the same shorts but has on a loose fitting singlet minus her bra also. I take a second to admire both women standing the and mentally undress the pair of them. Both are good looking ladies and Jenn is pretty much a slightly older looking version of Cath. The only difference is Jenn's boobs are a bit bigger and slightly perkier. I head off for my shower, when im done, eat dinner with the rest of the family. We all watch tv together and I take the opportunity to check out Jenn’s boobs as she watches tv. We all decide its time to head off to bed, as Cathy and I snuggle down I make my move for a little love making. She informs me she has her period so its out of the question. I'm laying there with a semi erection feeling horny after checking out Jenn's tits and looks like I'm going with out relief. I could have asked Cathy for a blow job instead but that was one of the things she wouldn’t do. In the 5 years we had been together I only ever received a total of four blow jobs. I went off to sleep semi hard cock in my hand. Monday morning I wake to Jenn calling out" coffee is ready sleepy head" I climb out of bed pull on a pair of shorts and head out to the kitchen. Jenn is standing in the kitchen pouring the milk into the coffees she is wearing the same singlet as last night but has on a pair of silk shorts. I take in the sight in front of me. Although her outfit shows her body's curves and looks pretty damn good I'm still a little disappointed she has chosen to wear clothes. “You dressed this morning" I asked “ I was kind of hoping you would have gone without again" She smiled at me saying" I did think about it, but then again I think things went a little too far on Friday morning. You must have too otherwise you wouldn’t have put shorts on” “I can fix that” I said “consider them gone" “Hang on a second” Jenn said holding up her hand. “ would you like some toast" she asked trying to change the subject. “yes please “ I replied trying to hide my disappointment As Jenn bent over to get the toaster from the cupboard I sat there staring at her nice round silk covered bum. Her shorts rode up a little to reveal a hint of her smooth lips from between her legs. In almost an instant my cock spang to life forming a tent in the front of my shorts. Jenn turns around with the toaster in her hands and immediately sees me standing there coffee in hand with my cock straining to be freed from my shorts. She looks a little longer than a glance then puts the toaster on the bench. “What on earth got in to you” she asks with a stern voice but a softening look on her face “Well it was when you bent over just now, and what you're wearing doesn't help much either” was all I could come up with. “ Jeez” Jenn says “that thing seems to always be pointing, or it doesn't take much to get it pointing. Do you need to adjust it or something, It doesn’t look very comfortable” I stick me hand down my shorts a shift the head of my cock upwards so the tip points at my belly not pressing against my shorts. The result being the head is clearly sticking out over the waist band and in clear view. Jenn seems to be trying not to look at it while making the toast but her eye keep going back to the top of my shorts. I sit on the stool at the end of the counter and with the waist band holding my cock to my body The head begins to poke in my belly. Jenn looks and has a small chuckle and states the obvious “its poking you in the belly, that looks even more uncomfortable than before. For god's sake just take them off already" I stand and remove my shorts. My cock spring free and happily points straight at Jenn. Her eyes seem almost transfixed staring at one of the best erections of my life , then she almosts snaps herself out of it with a little shake of the head. “ hey um Jenn, I'm standing here as naked as can be" I started “ I'm not blind” she chimes in before id finished “Feeling a bit left out” I finished. “Are you not joining me" “I don’t think it’s a good idea after what happened on Friday “ was the short answer Jenn hands me my toast and stands near me eating hers. She looks at me then my cock then back at me and simply says “ its still standing. It hasn't gone down in the slightest.” “ Nah it hasn't” I remarked “and it as hard as a brick" as I take my right hand and try to bend it as a display of how hard it truly is. “Stop that” My mother in law almost shrieks “you will do yourself some damage" as she takes my hand to try and stop me. Her hand is on mine, I cant resist and quickly slide my hand out from under hers then using my freed hand guide hers onto my cock. She tries to pull away but I hold her there and say “ pretty hard isn't it" After three or four strokes Jenn pulls her hand away and says “yes, yes it is very hard. And how dare you put my hand on it like that" “I'm sorry I thought that’s what you were going for, I was just trying to help" was all I could come up with “Hahaha “ Jenn laughed. “You really think I would just reach out and grab you like that. I mean come on really" “well you seem to like looking at it, you even told me to take my shorts off, and on top of that you reached for it" I said playing the confused victim the best I could. “Well I wasn't” was all she had left “ now eat your toast" We eat away in silence. Jenn was pretty much staring at the bench with a kind of half in thought and half dreamy look on her face. I on the other hand was running my eyes up and down her body taking in every little detail, right down to the ample amount of side boob I could see through the arm on her singlet. While Jenn was focused on thinking what ever she was thinking I gave myself a couple of sly stokes just to keep things in tact. I love the way Jenn's eyes seem to twinkle when she looks at my cock. To break the silence I asked" are we good" With a warm smile she said “ yes of course we are good” “Well in that case, what did you think. Did you like it" I asked with a big grin, hoping that if my question made her made she would think I'm just making light of the situation. Her head spun to me with a terse expression , then seeing my stupid grin softened. A cheeky smile came over her face and said “ that’s the hardest prick I've had in my hands for years, it was very nice and if you are lucky I may even do it again" It must have been said for shock value because I'm sure my facial expressions was one of absolute surprise, and with her smiling like she had got the reaction she wanted I came back with “ha I reckon you are all talk, but if you so choose to feel free to go a head" She seemed to think for a second then I'm sure she bit her own bottom lip as she reached out and took my hard prick into her hand. Her hand was amazingly soft, gentle and her grip was perfect as she began to slowly stroke. Both of us watched her hand slide up and down the length of my shaft as if we were mesmerized. After about a minute or so she looked at me with a smile and raised eyebrows and said “All talk hey” as she let go of me. She waved a hand in front of her face as if to fan herself and said “phew its getting warm in here" I suggested “Maybe its all that clothing you are wearing" To which I got back “ you haven't finished your coffee" “I reckon it would be the coolest thing in the room now" from me “Be a sweetie and put the kettle on then, I've just got to go to the loo" Jenn asked I turn around put the kettle on and rinse the cups feeling a little ripped off. Here I was thinking I was going to get a full blown hand job off my mother in law then she walks off. I hear the toilet flush as I'm pouring the milk into the steaming cups and as I turn I see Jenn walking back in the room. She has come back in holding her hand out beside her totally naked with a simple “happy now" “Fuck yeah" I blurt out “I don’t know what's better the feeling of your hand or the sight before me” I get a small blush as a reply. Jenn walks up and takes her cup from me giving my cock a gentle squeeze with her free hand. She turns to move towards the counter and I manage to get in a quick upward rub of her right but cheek as she stepped away. She turns and says “You think you have free rein to go round touching me now" “I couldn't resist” smiling at her “ plus that was no way near what you have been up to" “its not tit for tat" I'm told in a matter of fact kind of way. I look her straight in the eye and take my cock in my hand and begin to stoke it. Her eyes shoot straight to it. She steps closer, her naked breast touch my arm. Her hand slides down and pushes mine off my cock. She begins to slowly stroke. My right hand finds her belly and glides up until it cups Jenn's left breast. “What do you think you are doing” she asks quietly I reply by running my hand up over her breast. Her nipple it hard and poking straight out, I take it between my thumb and forefinger giving it a gentle tug. I massage her breast for a little while before getting bolder and running my hand down her belly. The moment my finger touch her mound she releases my cock grabs my wrist and says no we shouldn't be doing this. I continue to make small rubbing motions on her smooth mound a I push ever so slightly down. After a few seconds my fingers find Jenn's slit and a little push further down I Jenn feels my finger touch her clit for the first time. She still has hold of my wrist be seems to be holding my hand to her very wet pussy. Her head goes back as she moans softly. I look to see her large chest starting to heave as I make small circles on her clit with my middle finger. I lean down and take her right nipple in my mouth. Her free hand grabs my head and holds it to her chest as I gently lick, suck and bite her nipples switching from one to the other. Her body begins to feel a little shaky and her legs begin to give way. I'm almost holding her up and I decide to lift her onto the bench. Jenn asks" what are you doing, I can't reach you anymore “ “Just relax" I said as I start to bend forward. Pushing her legs apart I place my hand on her lower belly and slide my thumb into her neat little slit. I find the nub I'm looking for and make small circles with my thumb. Jenn rests back with her hands on the bench tilts her head back letting out a little moan. I lean forward and replace my thumb with my tongue. Jenn’s pussy I soaking wet and taste is amazing, she starts to moan louder as her thighs begins to close around my head. Her hips begin to buck and I fell one of her grab the back of my head. She lets out one god oh mighty moan and I feel her juices begin to saturate my face. After a second or two her body goes limp. Her hand gently pushes my face away and almost whispers “ fuck I have never had an orgasm so quick before" “ look at you face” Jenn says as she opens her eyes and grinning like a loon. “Swap places with me" she instructs as she gently slides off the bench. She wobbles a bit as her legs take her weight and I reach out to steady her. “ Go on get up" she says. I climb up on the bench sitting with my legs dangling over the side. She walks up to me, takes my cock in her hand. Stoking it she looks my in the eye and with a shrug leans forward and runs her tongue over the head of my cock. Her tongue circles the head a few times. The warmth of her tongue is amazing. And quick as a flash she takes my whole length into her mouth. I feel her throat throbbing around the head of my cock. I hear her start to gag a little, then her head comes back up. Jenn sucks my cock like I've never been sucked before. She cups my balls jerks my cock with her hand and take whole length time and time again. This woman is an expert cock sucked I surmise. I let her know that I'm not far off cumming and she seems to double her efforts. This is too much for me and I begin to unload into her mouth. I hear her gag a little as shoot what feels like the biggest load I have ever shot. Jenn continues to keep my cock in her mouth after I have come cleaning up every drop of my jizz. As I begin to soften in her mouth she draws her head back letting my cock fall with an audible plop. I look down at my mother in laws face and see she has a small dribble of cum running down her chin. “you missed a bit" as I motion to her chin. She licks her lips then her finger wipes the small dibble of her chin then she sucks her finger clean. “You look like you need a cup of coffee, and I will make you something to eat" Jenn says as I sit on the bench with my head still spinning. I watch Jenn move around the kitchen as she makes breakfast, I see the slick lines left over from her orgasm still shining on the inside of her leg. My head stops spinning as I slide of the bench and head to the bathroom. Once finished taking care of business I head back to the kitchen to find Jenn bending over looking in the dishwasher, her smooth lips peeking out from between her thighs. Fuck me I haven't seen anything so hot in a long time, I feel the familiar feeling of blood beginning to flow back to my cock once again. Jenn turns as she hears me enter and tell me to take a seat. Her eyes drift down to my crotch. “Again" she say questioningly “You are hard again. I think I need to have some actual food in my stomach to get me through the day. Now have your breakfast" As I sit and eat Jenn eats while cleans up the kitchen in between bites of her toast. Under the counter I give my cock slow gentle strokes as I watch Jenn move around. We share a bit of small talk trying to act as if nothing had happened between us, all the while I'm thinking I want to bury my cock in that smooth sweet pussy. Jenn finishes her breakfast and announces that she is going for a shower and walks off across the lounge room towards the bathroom. Once the water is running I head to the bathroom to join Jenn. I walk in and a greeted with a “And what do you think you are doing? You and that hard dick of yours can go away, I need to go to work today.” “I will wash you back for you" I reply as I step into the shower. Jenn turns her back to me and hands me the body wash. I wash her back then gently massage her shoulders then my soapy hands slide over and start to massage her tits, as I reach forward my hard cock nestles neatly in her soapy ass crack. He hand comes around and starts to stoke me. Jenn tilts her head back and says “Can you make it quick, I'm already late for work" With bit of a shocked reaction a say a quick “Sure" as I push her to a bent over position . She guides my stiff cock to entrance of her pussy and I slowly push. I savor the feeling as all of my 8 and a half inches slowly slide into the warmth of my mother in laws pussy. Its warm wet and surprisingly a snug fit. I begin to thrust. Jenn tells me to go steady for a bit. I'm looking down at Jenn’s back as I watch myself disappearing inside her, I see her little asshole winking at me so I rub a little soap on my thumb then gently press it against her ass. Jenn starts to thrust back against me and I take it as my cue to pump harder and my free hand grabs her hip and I begin pound away on my mother in law adding more and more pressure to my thumb. In no time my thumb is buried in her ass as I pound her from behind. I look up and see she has one hand against the wall and the other look to be between her legs. She starts a deep moan from somewhere deep inside her and feel her pussy tighten around my cock, and my thumb feels like its about to get crushed as Jenn has her second orgasm for the morning. I remove my thumb grab hold as I feel the pressure in my ball begin to rise and then I feel the old familiar feeling. I'm pumping away as I start to cum shot after shot as I unload into Jenn’s pussy I start to wonder if I'm going to stop cumming. I don’t think I've ever cum that hard or that much before. My knees begin to buckle a little as the waves of my orgasm hit, l lean back a little and my cock slips from inside Jenn. We have a quick wash then get out of the shower. Jenn heads off to her room to get dressed while I make myself a coffee, Jenn declined as she was already late for work. Once dressed she walks out comes up and gives me a kiss square on the lips the says “Thank you stud, I haven't felt this good in years" then she left for work. Later that day my boss called saying he needed me in the yard for the rest of the week, much to my dismay that meant early starts and late finishes. No more naked coffees with Jenn and no chance of a repeat of our shower together. I work the next week in the yard as well, its hot as hell all week and I'm totally buggered. Friday afternoon I knock off early so that Cathy and I can take the kids to the airport. They are flying to Sydney to spend the school holidays with their father. Cathy and I get home around 6 with a pizza, movie and a few drinks and turn the aircon on. Fuck its blowing hot air, looks like its packed it in. I head out to the shed and grab an old fan as Cathy opens every window in the house. Sitting on the lounge feeling hot Cathy stands and strips all he clothes off and says" we are alone, the kids aren't here so why not". I agree and stand up and do the same. Cathy gets up and takes our clothes to our bedroom then come back to the lounge. Being in front of the fan naked sure helps cool us down. Half way through the movie I hear the front door open and I hear Jenn call out “hello". Cathy is in the kitchen making drink and comes walking into the lounge at the same time as her mother and tries to cover herself and spills the drinks. Jenn looks around and notices we are naked and starts to apologize, while I tell her that the aircon broke and its hot. Cathy looks at me and says" Your not even going to cover yourself" To which I reply “ Nar you've both seen it all before, I got nothing to hide, plus its to hot to be covered" “What do you mean we both seen it all before. When has mum ever seen you naked" Cathy asks in a confused manor I go on to tell Cathy about the first morning I got home and add how embarrassed we both were and not saying anymore about our mornings together. Having had a few drink under her belt Cathy finds the story hilarious and asks why I hadn't said anything before. I told her I didn't think it was worth mentioning. I look over a Jenn and ask if she would prefer us to put our clothes on and she answered with “ its your house, I cant really ask you too can I. I don’t want to intrude on you night so I might head home" Its unusual for her to come to our house on a Friday night and after asking what brings her here we find out her husband Ned was leaving early in the morning to go on a fishing trip with some mates, so she thought she might call in a see what we had planned as she didn’t feel like being in the country by herself. I told Jenn she wasn’t intruding and she was welcome to stay, we have pizza and a movie. Cathy says to her mother” Put your things in your room and I will pour you a wine" while looking at me “ and we will just put some clothes on' From Jenn's room we hear “ don’t worry about clothes, Mark is right its to hot. That is as long as you don’t mind if I join you.” Cathy looks at me as if to ask my thought as I casually shrug as if to say I don’t care. She calls out to her mum “ Um I guess why not.” While heading to make some more drinks. Jenn walks in and takes a seat on the lounge and asks again that she is not interrupting out night, then her and I make a bit of small talk about our day. Cathy returns with our drinks and we start the movie again for Jenn. After a while I get up to make another round of drinks and when I return I can feel both women looking. I hand out the drinks take a seat and watch the movie. Then its Jenn’s turn to make drinks Cathy leans over and whispered with a little giggle “ Mum keeps looking at your cock, it like she cant take her eyes off it" I get a cheeky grin and whisper in her ear “Give it a few stroke and see if you can get it hard before she comes back in.” Cathy being a little tipsy by now thinks it pretty funny and grabs my cock and begins to stroke it. A couple of strokes later and its standing to full attention ready to be seen. Cathy leans in a whispers “ You know that’s probably the first hard cock mum has seen in a decade” and goes on to tell me about her parents sleeping arrangements, pretty much the same as Jenn had told me a couple of weeks ago. Jenn walks in and hands us our drinks and as she hands me mine her eyes seem to grow larger as they wander down to my stiff cock she seems to pause for a second then heads back to the kitchen for her drink. “You see her eyes, they nearly popped out of her head” Cathy giggles. Jenn comes in and takes her seat and after a few minutes Cathy asks “Can we swap seats hon, I'd like to lay down with my head on the arm rest if you don’t mind" I stand up to let Cathy move over and as she move says “ careful you will take someones eye out with that" with a giggle. “ Mum watch out you could loose an eye" . Jenn put her and up a to mockingly protect herself as I turn and her hand is in just the right spot for my cock to fall tight into it. She gently pushes it away while feigning a little gasp. “Oh my god mum, you right are you? See a penis and you have to grab it" Cathy says while in a fit of laughter. Jenn clearly embarrassed stammers “ no no I didn't mean to. I was an accident” blushing as she speaks. I take my seat and feel a little back handed slap on the side of my leg from Jenn. Cathy puts her feet on my lap and we continue watching movie. From the corner of my eye I see Jenn who in seated beside me taking more than a few glances at my crotch. I feel my erection slowly starting to fade as I slide my hand out of Jenn’s sight, underneath Cathy's legs and with a finger pointing upward I I follow the gap between her legs until I find what im looking for. To my surprise her pussy is nearly dripping wet. I slowly push it inside her and she closes her legs hard on my hand as to tell me, no way. Then Cathy trying to be cheeky attempts to stroke my fading erection with her feet. “ what are you doing" I ask Cathy “ You were starting to fade so I thought I'd help you out a bit" she replies “ I don’t think it will work with your feet" I tell her. “ Anyway what makes you think I need help" “ You were going soft and I want to see you hard. I'm sure mum likes too” Cathy blurts out sounding more tipsy than before. Jenn takes this opportunity to get up and offer another round of drinks telling Cathy she should think about some water instead. I watch Jenn walk into the kitchen admiring her body as she walks. Cathy wants to know what I'm looking at and I tell her I'm just checking out the scenery with a grin. She leans up to me and whispers “if you had the chance would you fuck my mum? A little taken back by her question I reply “ sure why not” thinking if only she knew I already have. Jenn comes back in with the round of drink and hand them out. Standing in front of me, I eye her from head to toe and having her pussy at eye level I stop and stare at her smooth mound. Cathy from beside me says out loud “ see something you like hon" with a giggle. “ Yes I do” I tell her “ your mum is stunning and look at her smooth pus" Jenn takes her seat and says “just watch the movie you two" We settle back and watch the movie and Cathy attempts again to rub my cock with her feet. Jenn looks over and says" for gods sake, get you feet off him you are going to do some damage. Why don’t you use your hands already" “ I cant reach and I can't move I'm comfortable” Cathy states Then to my surprise or more shock Jenn pushes Cathy's feet away and takes my cock in her hand and begins to stroke. Cathy is silent and slack jawed watching her mother stoking my cock as it grows in her hand. It takes only a few seconds and my cock its hard enough to break bricks and Jenn continues to stroke while watching the movie. Cathy has her hand over her mouth in shock so I take the opportunity to once again slide my hand up the inside of her legs. This time she spreads slightly and I find her opening. It is soaking wet. I slipped two fingers straight in, my thumb up to her clit and began to rub. It only takes a minute and Cathy is starting to buck her hips lightly try not to let her mother know what's going on. My hand is soaking wet as I hear Cathy muffling her moan as she cums in my hand. Jenn hasn't skipped a beat and is stroking away on my cock. Cathy regains her composure and says “ you look like you're enjoying yourself there mum". “Not as much as you by the looks of it" Jenn replies with a sly grin. Cathy seems to be trying to melt into the lounge from embarrassment. “And are you enjoying yourself Mark" Jenn asks. “How could anyone not enjoy themselves like this. I'm sitting with 2 naked women, one has just had an orgasm in my hand while the other is giving me an amazing hand job.” I reply “Well then everyone seems to be enjoying themselves them" Jenn says. “So you are enjoying yourself too Mum" Cathy asks “Well as I said, not as much as you but its ok" Jenn says Cathy starts to get up and says “ I will make us all another drink.” Cathy heads to the kitchen to make the drinks and Jenn looks at me for the first time since she has taken my cock in her hand. She smiles then leans forward and takes my cock into her mouth. I almost cum then and there. She only has it in her mouth for a couple of strokes then sits back up and her hand takes her mouths place. Feeling a little game I slide my hand up over her thigh, across her smooth mound until my middle finger finds it goal, I begin to rub Jenn's clit. She spreads her legs a little to allow my hand more room to move. She leans back and lets me pleasure her with my hand. Her hips are rolling slowly back and forth as if she is riding my hand. Softly moaning she rocks a little quicker and bits her bottom lip. Right as Jenn begins to cum Cathy walks back into the room with our drinks, she has a look of absolute shock on her face when she sees her mother start her orgasm with my hand between her legs. Jenn lets out a massive moan as the blissful feeling takes over her body. My hand is once again soaked. Cathy speaks “ what the…. I mean I turn my back for a second and you're playing with my mums vag. What's next? You going to fuck her? I can't believe you just made my mum cum" “ Oh shit sorry hun I didn't think you would mind. After all you didn't seem to mind her play with my cock while I played with you. And I thought it was only fair to return the favor" I replied a little worried Cathy was about to loose her mind. She seems to think for a bit then smiles saying “ You are right, I guess I was just a little shocked. I mean who can ever say they watched their mother have an orgasm" and to Jenn who is slowly catching her breath “ and it looks like you didn't mind either mum" Jenn looking a little embarrassed says “I think things may have gotten a little carried away. Im sorry dear” “Meh it fine mum, don't worry about it” Cathy says “ to be honest I was half expecting Mark to be the one cumming with you playing with him" “ Oh yes that right, poor Mark is still sitting here pointing that" Jenn nodding towards my erection. With the drinks on the table Cathy reaches over and give me a kiss while stroking my cock a couple of times. She sits down and says “ well mum are you going to finish what you started or do I have to" Jenn looks at my cock then Cathy and says “ oh as much as I was enjoying the feel of it I don't want to cause any problems. You go ahead dear. He is your man after all" Cathy looks at her mum and says “ there will be no problems, and if it was anyone else I would not be happy, but you look like you're enjoying mum, go ahead" Jenn reaches out and takes my cock in her hand and starts stroking. The feeling is amazing and sitting between my partner and her mother all three of us naked is one of the hottest things I have ever witnessed. I do all I can to stop myself from cumming and after about 10 minutes or so Jenn complains her wrist is getting sore. Cathy looks at me and asks" what's wrong hun, stage fright or you need something else?” I try my luck with “ depends on what else is on offer, do I get to put my cock into someone?” Cathy raises one eyebrow and says" someone? You didn't say get to put your cock in me, you said someone. Am I lead to believe that you are suggesting having sex with my mum" “you or your mum I don't really care, you mums hand is getting sore and you suggested something else. I just went with it" I replied Jenn was sitting there not knowing what to say then Cathy spoke “ tell me are you saying that you would have sex with my mum if she agreed” I nodded yes “ mum, would you" Jenn looks at her feet and says “ I'm not sure" I look at Cathy with raised eyebrow as if to ask “ well?” Cathy just shrugs with a smile as if to say why not then. I almost jump to my feet with excitement. “Fuck it. Stand up Jenn and come here" I say trying to sound assertive. Jenn looks stunned and slowly stands. I take her in my hand and guide her to the arm of the lounge and push her to a bent over position. She reaches for the arm of the lounge with her hands while her round ass is right in front of me. “ What here" She asks as if she expected to go off to a bedroom. I say nothing as I take my hard cock and touch it to her opening. Her pussy is still slick with her own juices and I have no trouble sliding in. She take my entire length in one go with a gasp and groan all in one. Cathy sitting on the lounge with one leg up looks surprised and turned on at the same time. I begin to thrust long slow thrust making sure the inward thrust is done hard. Jenn moans with each thrust and I feel her move as her hand heads towards her clit. In the light from the tv I see Cathy has move and is starting to rub her own clit. I grab Jenn’s hips tighter and start to thrust faster and harder, Jenn's moaning is getting louder and louder, Cathy's hand is almost a blur as she starts her moans of pleasure. With a loud “ oh fuck I'm cumming" I feel Jenn’s pussy clamp down on my cock. The extra pressure on my cock sets my over the edge and I feel my balls begin to boil. With a loud moan Cathy tell us “ I'm cumming too” and at the same time I let out a groan from somewhere within as I unload inside my mother in law. I keep thrusting until I'm sure I have given Jenn every drop of my seed.

[u][u] Meeting My Probation Officer My name is Andy, and I have totally fucked up. I’d never been in trouble in my life before. Then a lad I knew asked if he could stick some gear in my garage because his girlfriend had kicked him out and he needed somewhere to stash it until he was sorted. Like a mug, I said ‘yes’. I’m a mug because I know what he’s like, and I’ve always avoided him in the past, so I didn’t get involved. This time, for some stupid reason, I believed him. Next thing I knew, the cops were round with a warrant and I got nicked for handling stolen goods. They didn’t believe me when I told them I didn’t know the stuff was stolen, but they wouldn’t would they? So, I got probation for a first offence. I had to report to my probation officer once a week to talk about stuff and work on ‘resolving my issues so that I don’t re-offend’. I’m not sure how you resolve being a mug, but what choice did I have? For some reason I was expecting my probation officer to be some sarcastic, patronizing, overweight, middle-aged, bloke; a has-been with a social conscience and an attitude problem. I got a shock. She must have been about the same age as me, and a real looker. She was a brunette, average height, with long wavy hair, a good body, beautiful big green eyes, and freckles; very fuckable. Her name was Eve. Maybe probation wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Of course, I never really expected to fuck her; why would she bother with a ‘criminal’ like me? And, for a probation officer, it was probably against the rules anyway; but you can always dream, can’t you? In fact, that’s exactly what I was doing when I realized she was repeating my name. We were sat at a table in a tiny little office for our first meeting, and my mind was wandering all over her very appealing body, while she was filling out some paperwork about me. “Hello? You were miles away. What were you thinking?” she asked me. I smirked and shrugged my shoulders. Some thoughts are best not shared with someone who can have you sent back to court for re-sentencing in an instant. “Come on. You know you have to be honest and open with me, so now’s a good time to start.” I shook my head. “What can be so terrible that you can’t share it with me? There’s nothing you can say that will shock me, I’ve heard it all before.” [i]Are you sure about that? I thought. “It’s nothing, honest.” “It can’t be ‘nothing’ Andrew, or you’d just tell me anyway.” I hadn’t been called Andrew since I was a child. It was strange how it seemed to give her more power over me than she really had. “Some things are best left alone,” I replied, trying to convince myself. “No, they’re not. You won’t get into trouble, whatever it is. I’ve got to give you space to learn how our relationship will work.” Relationship? It won’t be the kind of relationship I’d like us to have, that’s for sure. She was looking at me expectantly. “I promise,” she said trying to encourage me. I knew I was losing the battle. “You won’t like it.” “You don’t know that.” “Yes, I do.” “Try me.” “Okay, if you really promise you won’t report me.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you. You can say whatever you want, just this once. I’ll tell you whether it’s acceptable or not, but I promise I won’t report you, no matter what. It will help you to get used to telling me what’s on your mind. So… what were you thinking?” I took a deep breath. I couldn’t maintain eye contact. I coughed to clear my throat, and she shifted impatiently in her chair. Suddenly, I decided I’d had enough. Don’t ask me why. Okay, I thought; don’t say I didn’t warn you. I shouldn’t be here, I’m not a criminal; I don’t owe you anything; I’m going to be as offensive as I can, and I don’t care what you do about it! “I want to fuck your cunt, your mouth and your arse, and I want to jizz all over your face and your tits.” There, I’d said it. Now, here comes the fallout. Stunned silence. The calm before the storm, no doubt. I looked up at her. She was clearly just recovering from the shock and pulling herself together. “I told you,” I said, defiantly. “Well, I must admit I wasn’t expecting that, but thank you for being honest with me.” “So, are you going to report me, now?” “No,” she shook her head. “I told you I wouldn’t, and I won’t. But I would like to know how you could think things like that about me.” “Have you looked in a mirror, recently?” She smiled. She had a cute smile. “I don’t think I’m all that.” “Well, I do.” I felt myself blushing. I thought I had gained control of this conversation, but somehow it seemed to be slipping away from me. “Thank you,” she replied, and she blushed a little, too. Probation officer or not, she was still human. “Do you have thoughts like that about other women?” “Of course, but not all women, obviously. Some of them are right munters.” That made her laugh. She had a pretty laugh. “But you think those things about the good-looking ones?” “Some of those things, yeah.” “What do you mean?” “Well, some are pretty enough to fuck, or cum in their mouths, but when they turn round I wouldn’t want to fuck their arses.” “Because they’re fat?” It was my turn to laugh now. “Yeah, a lot of women have fat arses, these days. There aren’t many women who deserve to be fucked in all three holes, and covered in spunk, but you’re definitely one of them.” “Thank you. I think. But is it fair to think of women just as sex objects?” I looked at her. “Don’t you look at good-looking male celebrities on the TV and in magazines and think ‘yeah, I could give him one’?” I was taking control again. She giggled. “Well yeah, I suppose so.” “Same thing, isn’t it? It’s human nature. We all want to fuck people we find attractive.” “So, you want to fuck me?” “In all three of your holes.” “And cover me with your spunk?” “Yes.” “I’ve never had anal sex before.” “You’ve got to build up to it slowly, so you get used to it,” I explained. “You need lots of lubricant and start with just a finger. You’ve got to learn to relax while you’re being penetrated. Eventually you’ll be ready to do it properly. Most women enjoy it when they finally get there, and it doesn’t take long. Maybe you should try it.” “Maybe I should.” She paused, as if she was considering it. “So, if you were going to do all those things to me that you said, what would you do first?” “Well, a bit of fooling around usually comes before full sex doesn’t it, so I guess you would wank me off all over your tits, first.” “Then what?” “Well, I guess it would be a straight fuck next, so I’d cum up your cunt. Bareback.” “And then what?” “Probably oral sex. I’d probably shoot my load down your throat the first time, and then all over your face the second time.” “And then the anal sex at the end?” “But it would definitely be worth the wait to empty my balls right up inside your sexy little arse.” She smiled again, looking totally unphased. “So, talk me through them then, one at a time. Tell me exactly how each one would happen… in detail.” I stared at her blankly, suddenly realizing that this was the most bizarre situation I’d ever found myself in; I was in my first meeting with my Probation Officer, starting my sentence for a crime I hadn’t committed. She had the power to put me back in court to be re-sentenced – which would mean a worse punishment, like prison – and she was telling me to carry on talking pure filth to her. I had to admit defeat; I was never going to be in control here, because I was in no position to refuse; and I couldn’t complain because she would obviously deny it and make something up to get me sent to prison. Was that where this was going? Or was she just winding me up as revenge for what I had been stupid enough to say to her? I really did want to fuck her, anyway. She was still looking at me, waiting patiently. “Well?” That killer smile, again. I swallowed and took a deep breath. “Well, I guess…” I looked around the tiny room for inspiration. “I guess we’d have to do it at the table here. You would push your chair back and stand up. I would come round and lean against the edge of the table, facing you.” My gaze dropped to her cleavage. Her blouse had enough buttons undone to just reveal the curves of her breasts as they disappeared from view; just enough to make me want to see more. I looked up at her again and she was still looking at me, smiling. She had watched me checking her out. I swallowed again and licked my lips. My throat was dry. “I would take your blouse off, and then your bra, as you unzip my jeans. I would play with your tits as you start to wank me off. I would tell you when I was getting close, and you would sit down. You would wank me off faster, pointing my cock towards your tits so I couldn’t miss the target, and you’d just keep going until I spilled my nuts all over you.” “I like the sound of that. What would happen at our next meeting?” I paused and looked around again, the next idea quickly taking shape. “We would start the same way,” I said. “Once you’ve got me hard, I would pull your skirt up round your waist, and you would sit on the edge of the table. I suppose you would already have taken your knickers off before I arrived. I’d start fingering you to make you wet, and you’d keep wanking me. Then you’d guide my cock into you and lie back on the table, so I could stroke your clit and make you cum while I fuck you. Then I’d bang you ‘til I shoot my load up you.” I grinned at her, hoping she liked the sound of that, too. She did. “I’m glad I get the chance to cum, too. Good to know you’re not selfish. So, what’s next?” I had to think quickly, because my next idea actually was pretty selfish. I added a bit in at the beginning. “Err, exactly the same. I’d start by giving you a good fucking on your back, but then I’d pull out, kneel between your legs, and lick your quim until you cum. Then I would sit down, and you would kneel between my legs and gobble me until you’ve swallowed the lot. And the next time,” I quickly added, “we would do the same again, only you would pull away just in time for me to squirt my spunk all over your face. Then you would use the tip of my cock to wipe it all into your mouth and swallow it all down.” “And finally?” she asked me. “We would have to spend more time fucking and sucking while you got used to me fingering you up the arse, with lots of lubricant. I guess it would be easier for you to lay face down on the table for that. Then one day, I’d be fucking you from behind, and fingering your bum, and then I’d pull my finger out and put the tip of my cock just inside your hole instead. It would still be open a bit where I’d had my finger in you. “Very slowly, and gently, I’d ease my cock all the way in. You would put your hand down between your legs, so you could frig yourself off, and I would roger you until I’ve emptied my balls in you. I don’t think it would take very long.” We both smiled this time. “Okay,” she said, writing something on the back of a business card, and sliding it across the table to me. “I just need your signature on the papers I filled out earlier, and you can go.” I signed the papers without reading them, and I didn’t really listen as she explained what they were. I was still trying to get my head around our conversation. “Your next appointment is at seven o’clock sharp tonight, at the address on that card. Don’t be late.” I looked down at it. It was an official probation service business card with her name printed on it. I turned it over to see what she had written. It had to be her home address. I was shocked. “Oh, okay,” I said automatically. “I’ll be there.” “You will if you know what’s good for you” she said, grinning at me. Then she got up and held the door open for me. It was time for me to go. The address was an apartment in a tower block. It was in an okay part of town. I arrived a few minutes early, showered and shaved, and dressed in my best shirt and trousers. I had brushed my teeth several times and had on plenty of deodorant and after-shave. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I wanted to be ready for it. I hadn’t made any effort with my appearance for my earlier meeting. I guess I hadn’t been in a very co-operative state of mind. I’d worn scruffy jeans, yesterday’s t-shirt, and hadn’t bothered shaving. It was a pointless protest that I hadn’t really thought through. But things had changed, and I wanted to make a good impression, although I must have done already, I supposed. Otherwise I wouldn’t have got this invite, would I? I don’t think I’m astonishingly good-looking, and my story-telling left a lot to be desired, so she was either a nymphomaniac, or the whole idea of me being obsessed with her body must have turned her on. Whatever; I was hoping for a good result. If she was expecting me to take her out to dinner, I was hoping her tastes weren’t too expensive; I could do better than a Macdonald’s, but not by much without time to save up. Maybe she would go Dutch? I paced up and down outside her door, trying to stay calm, until it was exactly seven. Then I rang the bell. An instant later, she opened the door just wide enough to look through the gap and smiled when she saw it was me. She had to have been waiting just the other side of it. Stepping back, she held the door wide open. She was wearing a black see-through negligee and matching panties, and nothing else but that smile. “Fuck me!” I gasped. “Why else would you be here?” She grinned, and motioned with her head for me to go in. She closed the front door and squeezed my bum as she brushed past me, wiggling along the passage. I followed her and found myself in her bedroom. She wasn’t going to waste any time. I suddenly had an odd thought: was this an ‘appointment’? Did she have another one at eight? Was this the point when she gave me the price-list, with no option for me to refuse, on penalty of jail-time? That would be a clever little scam. She must have seen the nervous confusion in my face. She stood close to me, reaching up to cup my face in her hands. “Relax. I’m not going to eat you. Well, not ‘til later, anyway.” She smiled up at me, and I kissed her. She undressed me, and by the time I was naked I was already semi-erect, with all my concerns long-forgotten. We embraced, and kissed passionately, as I explored her curves through the silky folds of her negligee. Our lips parted, and I pulled her negligee up over her head, leaving her in just her panties, which were so see-through they left nothing to my imagination anyway. She was shaved smooth, and I couldn’t wait to bury my face between her legs. “Sit down,” she ordered me softly. As I did so, she turned away from me, bending forwards at the waist and removing her panties; displaying herself to me in all her glory. My cock was now rock-hard. Leaning towards her with my hands on her thighs, I licked her pussy slowly, from clit to perineum, and then continued upwards, taking my time to rim her. She tasted clean and fresh, and smelled vaguely of green apples. She sighed at the soft liquid touch of my tongue against her anus, and I continued lapping at her for several minutes, leisurely shifting from pussy to anus and back again. Without warning, she stood up, and climbed on to the bed. Lying on her back and spreading her legs wide, she issued a firm command; “Kneel between my legs and fuck me, but don’t you dare cum in me.” I immediately shuffled into position and slid my cock into her already slick quim. As I began fucking her, rolling my hips back and forth, and reaching down to massage her breasts, she began to stroke her own clit. Moaning softly, she instructed me to fuck her faster. Frigging herself off quicker and quicker, her moans grew in volume and intensity until she cried aloud, her hips bucking as she threw her head back and came long and hard, her pussy muscles rippling up and down the length of my rigid, throbbing cock. I stopped fucking her so that I didn’t cum, but continued to play with her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were large and very stiff, and I leaned forward sucking each one in turn deep into my mouth. She pushed me away and told me to lie on my back. I eagerly obliged. She grasped each of my wrists and deftly wrapped scarves around them, securing them to the bedposts above my head. She must have put them under her pillows in readiness. Straddling my waist, she kissed me on the lips, and the chin; she shuffled backwards as she continued down my chest and stomach until her searching lips found the tip of my cock. Her tongue flickered across the swollen head and the sensation was exquisite. Then she nibbled her way down my shaft all the way to my balls. She licked my sack, gently sucked each ball into her mouth, and then nibbled back up my cock again. When she reached the tip, she sucked it into her mouth, adjusted her position, and then deep-throated me, her nose repeatedly nudging my pubic bone as she rhythmically sucked me off. Lying back with my eyes closed, I relaxed and immersed myself in the blissful sensation of this gorgeous, sexy, fuckable girl sucking by brains out. I became aware that she was doing something else, but I couldn’t tell what. Then I felt her finger pushing gently between my cheeks, and the contact with my anus was wet and cold. I tensed instinctively. She stopped sucking and looked up at me, with an ironic smile on her face. “Relax,” she whispered. “You must learn to relax as I penetrate you.” I gulped. Oh, shit! What have I let myself in for? She pushed her finger inside me. After the initial shock, it didn’t feel too unpleasant. Then she began to slide her finger in and out of me and resumed her deep-throating. As suddenly as she had begun, she stopped and got off the bed, rummaging underneath it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as she stood up, fastening a strap-on cock to herself. It was black, realistically lined, ridged and shaped, and at least six inches long. I swallowed hard, and she laughed. “I want to see if you can take it, before you give it.” Her eyes flashed mischievously as she slathered her hard, black cock in a generous coating of lubricant. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” I couldn’t speak. I almost tried but stopped myself. Begging would be undignified and would probably ruin everything else to come. This girl was filthy, and I wasn’t about to mess it up. I sighed and spread my knees, bringing them up to my sides. My surrender made her giggle. “Good boy,” she said, teasing me. She moved into position, and I felt her cock nudging against my anus, I swallowed hard again, and tried to relax. She pushed, and I tensed. It hurt. “Ouch!” “Shh. You must relax as I penetrate you, remember,” she teased, her voice soft and soothing. I made a conscious effort to relax my muscles, and when she felt me let go, she pushed again, very slowly penetrating me about half way. She pulled out a little, applied more lubricant, and then slid all the way in. “There. That’s not so bad, is it?” The best I could manage was a shake of my head. Then she began to fuck me, slowly and steadily at first, but gradually building her speed and rhythm. This was crazy, but I’m shocked to say it felt okay, in a weird kind of way. I would never get off on it, and I am definitely not gay; if it was a man trying to do this to me, I would fight to the death to stop him; but I could actually tolerate the sensation quite comfortably. It felt nice. She was really getting into her stride now, grinning broadly at me. “So, this is what it’s like to be a man!” she said as she continued thrusting deep inside me. She reached down and began to wank me off at the same time, matching the rhythm of her hand to the rhythm of her hips. “And this must be what it’s like to be a gay man!” she declared, laughing. I couldn’t help laughing, too. I was getting fucked in the arse by a woman with a strap-on, and I was actually enjoying being helpless to stop it. It even felt pretty good. She seemed to be satisfied, and pulled out, getting off the bed and removing the strap-on. Then she straddled me, taking my cock straight inside her. Now this was more like it! She fucked me like she was on speed, her breasts bouncing wildly above me. I desperately wanted to grab hold of them, but she had restrained me too well. She ground her clit hard against my pubic bone and drove herself rapidly and noisily to her second orgasm of the evening. It took her a couple of minutes to get her breath back. Still sitting astride my cock, she began to move slowly again. “So, can you cum five times in one night, do you reckon?” “Yeah,” I said, confident that I probably could, for her. “My record is ten times in one day,” I declared proudly. “Good,” she replied, leaning forward so that I could suck first one nipple and then the other as she untied my hands. She moved and sat on the side of the bed. “Come and stand in front of me,” she told me. I did as she asked, and she began fondling my balls as she wanked me quickly and expertly. As she felt my body stiffen, she pointed my cock at her cleavage and increased her pace. I grunted in pleasure as I felt the gushing release, and we both watched my spunk splashing across her breasts. She mopped up my creamy mess with her fingers and licked them clean. “One down, four to go,” she said. “Let’s get a drink and relax for a bit, before you cum inside me.” She smiled over her shoulder at me, as she headed for the kitchen, stark naked. I followed her. She took a cold beer from the fridge for me, and poured herself a glass of white wine. Then, we relaxed on the sofa in her lounge, both still naked. She was sprawled back in the corner of the sofa, facing me with her legs spread wide. This girl was not shy! For the first time in our brief relationship we actually had a normal conversation, just chatting about ourselves and each other. We took our time, drinking, and laughing. We seemed comfortable in each other’s company. After maybe ten minutes or so, looking at her beautiful face and curvy body as we talked, I began to feel horny again. My cock twitched into life, and she noticed. Giggling, she put her glass down, and I leaned forward over her, kissing and caressing her. She wrapped her arms around me and we embraced, kissing passionately. My cock was soon standing to attention and ready for action, again. As I moved between her thighs and eased myself into her she wrapped her legs around my waist, using her heels to pull me all the way inside her. In contrast with our frantic fucking a little earlier, we took our time, enjoying each other more gently and intimately. This time we made love. She was generous and passionate, focused entirely on me, matching her pace with mine, and using her inner muscles to bring me quickly to a very satisfying climax. She held me close and whispered in my ear. “Two down, three to go!” Giggling, she added “let’s have a bath together.” She filled the bath with deep, hot water, and lots of bubbles. We washed each other enthusiastically, laughing and giggling, before we settled down. I was sat behind her, leaning against the end of the bath, and Eve relaxed back against my chest with my arms wrapped around her. We chatted idly again for a while, and then I began massaging her breasts. She rested her head on my shoulder, enjoying the sensation. My right hand drifted down between her legs, finding and caressing her clit. It was her breathing that changed first. Then she began moaning softly as I continued my gentle stimulation. As she became more animated, I increased my pace, until she eventually began writhing and bucking, crying out my name and splashing water around as she came, sighed deeply, and then relaxed. Once she had recovered, she realized that my cock was pressing insistently against her lower back. She looked sideways up at me. “Do you need sorting out again?” “Mm, yes please,” I replied, grinning down at her. I knew what was going to happen next! We didn’t even make it out of the bathroom. As we stepped out of the bath, Eve told me to sit on the edge of the bath and dropped to her knees in front of me. Wrapping her fingers around my thick, swollen shaft she began to masturbate me, speeding up as my cock grew stiffer and stiffer. I leaned back, putting my hands on the opposite edge of the bathside to support myself. The thrusting of my hips told Eve I was getting close, and she began sucking the tip of my cock in time with her strokes, bobbing her head with perfect timing. She increased her pace, sucking harder. I tensed, and grunted, and she stopped; just before I was ready to shoot my load. What!? Pulling away, she laid on her back. “Straddle me, quick. Fuck my mouth” she ordered. I kneeled astride her chest, scooping my hand around the back of her head and lifting her face towards my groin. She opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around my shaft and sucking enthusiastically. I began thrusting my hips, fucking her beautiful face. The throbbing sensation returned almost immediately, and quickly grew in intensity. I fucked her mouth even faster. The pulsing increased in strength and frequency. My balls tightened. I leaned forward, supporting my weight with my free hand against the wall. I pulled her head forward, burying her face into my groin as I gave one more powerful thrust, ramming my cock down her throat and holding it there. Her muffled cries of protest were choked off, and she gagged as I came, squirting several thick streams of spunk directly into her throat. She fought to free her head, but I held her firmly in place as I continued to spurt into her, releasing her only after I was fully spent. She gasped for air. “Sorry about that,” I said, apologetically. “I couldn’t help myself.” “No,” she said, shaking her head and grinning up at me. “It was wicked. I loved it.” The next item on the agenda was food. Still totally naked, we ate sandwiches at the kitchen table, and had another drink. As she moved around the kitchen I watched the sexy sway of her hips, and imagined how it would feel to shove my cock right up between those firm round cheeks, and unload deep inside her tight little rear. Before that, of course, I still had the pleasure of cumming on her face to look forward to. I needed to recharge my batteries if I was going to cum twice more, so I was in no hurry, but when Eve told me she had trained in various therapies and asked me if I would like some ‘Indian Head’… well, I could hardly refuse, could I? It turned out to be a scalp massage, but it was a surprisingly sensuous experience; quite erotic, in fact. Then she asked if I would like a ‘proper’ massage, with oils. I wondered if ‘proper’ meant ‘Thai’ or something similar but guessed it wouldn’t and I was right. It was a traditional back massage, and she was very good at it. As she sat on me, rubbing oil into my shoulders, she said “So, you’re probably thinking that today didn’t turn out quite the way you expected, right?” I laughed. “You could say that. It’s not exactly a typical Friday for me. Not that I’m complaining, of course.” “Of course.” I could hear the warm smile in her voice. “It’s just that I gave up of waiting for men to make the first move ages ago. I mean, what’s the point if half of them chicken out, and the other half are boring, self-centred egotists? If I see a bloke I fancy, why can’t I make the first move and just fuck him? That’s what you men do, isn’t?” “I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever fancied a bloke.” She laughed and slapped my shoulder playfully. “You know what I mean.” “Well your chat-up routine is a little unusual.” She laughed again. “Well, please don’t think I chat up all my clients. In fact, you’re the first, and probably the last. Most of them are horrid little scum bags.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “It’s also unethical. I could get the sack.” “So, why me?” “I could tell you’re different. A first conviction at your age means you’re either an exceptionally clever criminal, in which case you would finally have been caught for something far more sophisticated; or you were incredibly lucky not to have been caught before, which is against the odds; or you just did something totally out of character. I’m guessing it was the last one.” So I told her my story, and she believed me. Not that it changed anything, but at least she accepted that I’m a decent, honest person who just made an error of judgement, and for some reason that mattered to me. She got off the bed and opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet. “Move over,” she said. “It’s my turn, now.” I rolled onto my back and saw that she was holding a Rampant Rabbit, with a big smile of anticipation on her face. She laid on the bed beside me, handed me the vibrator, and made herself comfortable. I was happy to pleasure her again, but I needed a few moments to figure out all the different settings, first. I know how to treat a lady, so I took my time, and caressed her entire body with her toy, before gradually zoning in on where it ultimately mattered. When she finally came, her orgasm drove a series of screamed expletives from her filthy little mouth, along the lines of “Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Christ! Yes!” God knows what her neighbours must think of her, but I guess she enjoyed that one. After she had calmed down and got her breath back, she rolled on top of me. She kissed my lips, my chin, my throat, my chest and my stomach, before moving down between my legs. I propped my head up with pillows and watched her as she began to suck me off. She soon had me fully erect, combining her lips, tongue and fingers with mind-blowing expertise. She watched me the whole time, mentally fucking me with her big green eyes. I cannot begin to tell you how sexy it was. She alternated between stroking, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling with endless variety, combining and changing them constantly, and watching me throughout. All too soon, I felt the familiar tell-tale throb of another impending orgasm. She sensed it, or felt it, almost immediately and seemed to just step-up a gear, somehow. It wasn’t just the pace; it was the subtlety of her caresses, and those unbelievably sexy eyes. As she drove me closer and closer to the edge, she let her fingers do the work of finishing me off, with her lips pressed firmly against the underside of my cock’s throbbing swollen head, in a frozen kiss. With an unexpected swipe of her tongue I erupted, and jizzed a thick glob of spunk across her nose and cheeks, followed by several smaller spurts all over her face and chin. When I was done, she used my cock to wipe my spunk into her mouth, and then sucked and licked it clean. “One good turn deserves another,” she said, winking at me. “Wow,” was all I could manage. As she got up, she said “I know you’ll need a while to recover before we go again, so I thought we could watch a porno for a bit, just to keep you in the mood. It’s one of my favourites, with lots of anal in it.” I just nodded in agreement. Anything she suggested was good, as far as I was concerned. “Oh, and just for the record; I know I told you today that I’ve never had anal before, but I fibbed just to see what you would say. I love it!” The movie was the same as they all are; a feeble story, terribly acted – including most of the sex – and yet, curiously arousing. This particular one featured a gangbang with lots of double-penetration, and ass-to-mouth, and facials for the money-shots. The girl must have nearly drowned making it. We watched it on the television in Eve’s bedroom, snuggled up in bed together, and as the movie neared the big finale, she began stroking my cock again. My response was fairly instantaneous, and by the time the last of the actors had shot his load over the actress’s face, I was stood to attention and ready for action myself. Eve reached for the remote to switch off, and went down on me, fingering herself at the same time. Her soft, sensual moans sounded far more real and convincing than the actress’s. After a couple of minutes, she laid back with her legs spread wide, still massaging her own clit. “Fuck me, but don’t cum yet.” I was happy to oblige, kneeling between her thighs and giving her a good shagging while she brought herself off in a series of high-pitched yelps that finished with a satisfied sigh. She pushed me off and reached for the tube of lubricant on her bedside cabinet. I had a momentary flash-back to the strap-on dildo but needn’t have feared. She squirted a generous helping onto her fingers and proceeded to massage it all over the forefinger and index finger of my right hand. Raising her knees to her chest, to expose her butt to me, she smiled up at me. “Go on then, get your fingers in there. Make sure I’m ready.” Again, I was happy to oblige, with first one and then two fingers, working the jelly-like lube into her tight little hole. All the while, Eve continued to massage my cock with more of the lube, with her eyes closed and a look of gleeful anticipation on her face. I was kneeling between her legs and decided I couldn’t wait any longer. Shuffling forward, I withdrew my fingers and introduced the tip of my cock to her waiting rosebud. Pushing gently, I eased the tip inside her. She gasped, and then sighed with pleasure. She opened her eyes and held my gaze, smiling, as I slowly glided all the way into her, just a tiny amount at a time. My god, she was tight! I began to rock my hips, watching my length sliding gracefully in and out of her arse, and squirted more lubricant, to ease the way. “How do you want it?” “Hard and fast, of course,” she murmured, reaching for her clit once more. Determined not to disappoint her, I banged her arse for all I was worth as she brought herself off yet again with wild squeals of ecstasy. I banged her until I could hold back no longer and groaned loudly as I emptied my aching balls deep inside her, one last time. “Wow,” she breathed. It was her turn to be speechless this time. “That was pretty awesome,” I agreed, collapsing on to my back. Eve giggled. “What?” “Get some sleep. We’re doing this all over again tomorrow. Or some big hairy-arsed bloke will be doing it to you every night in a prison cell.”

Hunter wiped the sweat from his brow as he tossed the last bit of clean hay into the stall. “There you go, Maple,” he said to the chestnut mare in the opposite pen. “Nice and clean for you, old girl.” He tossed to pitchfork aside and unbolted the door. With the click of his tongue, the young farmhand led Maple back to her cleaned stall. Hunter gave the horse a pat on the rump before bolting her inside. He leaned on the door and smirked, “Your mama must loves you lots to set you up with that fine straw.” Looked softer than his mattress up in the loft, that was for sure. “My daughter takes care of the things she loves.” Hunter turned at the deep voice and was surprised to see his boss standing not far behind him. For such a bull of a man, Vernon moved damn near quiet as a cat. Vernon was a tall man with broad shoulders and muscles sculpted from years of working the fields. A greying beard framed his heavy jaw and barely brushed the top of his barrel chest. In a way, Vernon was the type of man Hunter hoped he would become as he grew older. Though he knew he would never be as tall, he hoped the hard work would bulk his already hardy physique. He also wished his own short, somewhat patchy beard had the potential to one day be as refined as Vernon’s. Vernon removed his cap and wiped his brow. It gave Hunter a moment to catch a brief glimpse of the older man’s receding grey hair before the hat was replaced. Part of him also hoped he would keep as much of his hair as his boss. The old farmer crossed his arms and stared down at him from under heavy eyebrows. “Something on your mind, boss?” Vernon huffed. “You know my Claire has her eye on you?” Hunter gulped- he had been aware that Maple’s mistress had been keeping an eye on him lately. Claire watched him as he worked like a vixen watching over a coop of chickens. She would come out in jeans that fit her like a second skin and shirts that were sure to show what God had gifted her during development. Claire often did things that got the other farmhands staring. Still, he knew she was trying to get his attention, specifically. It made him uncomfortable; too many times had someone he knew been fired for the advances of the farmer’s daughter. “I uh, I haven’t made any advances toward her, sir.” Hunter could feel new sweat forming on his brow. Had Claire said anything about him flirting with her? Vernon watched him for a moment and then smirked. “I know you haven’t, son, stop shakin’.” The older man stepped closer, and Hunter felt his back press against the support beam of the horse stall. “She don’t seem like your type, anyway.” Hunter was about to ask what he meant when Vernon took his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Vernon tipped the shorter man’s head back, so they looked eye to eye. Hunter found himself stunned to silence as he stared into his boss’s harvest green eyes. They were lined with deep furrows, like tilled fields. The two of them stood almost chest to chest, and Hunter could feel the heat from one of Vernon’s legs as it moved between his. “You like workin’ here, son?” the older man asked in a hushed voice. “Yessir,” Hunter swallowed as Vernon’s thumb pressed against his bottom lip. “I like having you around. You’re a real pretty man to look at.” Hunter nearly jumped when he felt his boss’s large hand firmly grasp his crotch. “Dadgum, boy, what you got goin’ on in there?” Vernon hummed thoughtfully before removing his hand. Vernon’s fingers rubbed along Hunter’s crotch, teasing along the seam of his jeans. It wasn’t long before he had the younger man groaning and grinding in rhythm. He chuckled when Hunter whined as he pulled his hand away. Unfastening the button on Hunter’s jeans, Vernon quickly replaced his hand inside the farmhand’s underwear. His thick fingers slid along the wet slit until he found the aroused head of Hunter’s clit. He took the elongated organ between his fingers and began to stroke him. “So you’re one of those types, huh? No wonder you’re so pretty.” Usually, Hunter would have taken offense to be called pretty. He had worked hard to leave that word in the past, but any thought of arguing left when Vernon’s lips met his. He could feel the full beard brushing against his chin as Vernon worked his mouth open. Hunter eagerly accepted the tongue that slipped inside. Finding the strength to move, he wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck to pull him closer. Vernon’s fingers left Hunter’s throbbing clit only for two of them to bury themselves deep inside of him. The air around them filled with gasps and moans and the sounds of Hunter swearing as his boss fingered him against the horse stall. The old farmer’s other hand unbuttoned Hunter’s shirt and pushed it open until it hung loose on Hunter’s arms. Vernon’s hand ran over the hairy plane of the younger man’s stomach and chest until it reached his nipple. The skin there buzzed with combined aroused sensitivity and residual numbness from when Hunter’s breasts had been removed. The faint scarring along the bottom of his pectorals hadn’t fully recovered after the surgery and usually felt weird to touch. However, he wanted nothing more than to have Vernon continue to pinch and twist the sensitive areola. Reaching down, Hunter grasped the older man’s cock through his jeans. He was surprised by how thick it was and how rock solid it felt already. Hunter had Vernon’s belt unfastened with a deft motion of his fingers and his jeans unbuttoned and pulled the girthy member from his underwear. He could feel the precum leaking onto his forearm as he stroked. Without warning, Vernon removed his hand from Hunter’s pants. The feeling of those strong fingers leaving his pussy made him whimper like a desperate girl. His clit throbbed from the sudden lack of contact, and Hunter became aware of how close he was to climax. His boss grabbed him by the shoulders, and, in a blink, Hunter found himself on his back among the fresh straw pile to the right of Maple’s stall. His jeans were ripped off over his boots, and Vernon’s thick legs settled between his. Hunter watched in breathless awe as the older man stripped out of his shirt and tossed it aside. White hairs on his chest glistened in the light of the barn. Small streams of sweat streaked their way down to the thick patch of hair at the base of his cock. Hunter’s eyes widened at the sight; he had felt the heaviness in his hand but seeing it now, his boss was a true stallion of a man. The organ pulsed as it stood erect from the older man’s body, shining precum oozing from the tip and dripping onto Hunter’s belly. It would be a stretch to make him- more of a stretch than anything Hunter had experienced in some time. His own miniature cock throbbed at the thought of feeling the thick shaft rub against it. As if Vernon could read his thoughts, the old farmer grabbed Hunter by the back of the knees and pulled him closer. Pulling his hips back, Vernon began to stroke the length of his manhood along Hunter’s eager slit. He rested the shaft against Hunter’s clit and grinned as the younger man squirmed in his grasp. “You like that, boy? Feelin’ another man’s cock up against yours?” “Yessir.” Hunter managed to groan. “You wanna feel this cock poundin’ yer insides?” “Yessir!” Vernon gave a devilish grin. “Good because I’ve been wantin’ to drain my balls in you for months. Git!” Without warning, Vernon bent Hunter’s legs back to his chest and plunged himself to the hilt. Hunter let out a yelp that turned into a long groan as the older man drove his cock deep into Hunter’s pussy. The younger man’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the head of Vernon’s cock stroke all the way to his womb. No one had ever gone so far inside him, even before the transition. Above him, his boss grunted like a bull. His hot breath blew against the side of Hunter’s face as he leaned in. Both of his strong arms braced themselves on either side of the younger man’s body, the angle effectively pinning him to the ground with his legs in the air. Hunter was at Vernon’s mercy, and he loved it. The old farmer’s balls slapped against his ass. His pubic hair and stomach rubbed against Hunter’s clit, making him wetter and making him whine. The sound made Vernon laugh in a way both dominant and mocking. “You sound like a desperate school girl, boy,” he said. “Bet you had old men like me fuckin’ yer pussy before you transitioned. You like ’em seasoned, don’t you boy?” He grabbed Hunter by the hair and tilted his head back. When Hunter gasped, Vernon took the opportunity to push his tongue deep into the young man’s mouth. The speed didn’t slow, even as Vernon released Hunter’s legs to pin his hands above his head. Hunter wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist, locking them at the ankles. This way, he could rock in time with each thrust and drive the old farmer deeper. It felt amazing! It had been a long time since someone had fucked him so thoroughly. He could feel himself growing lightheaded as his clit began to spasm. “Oh fuck,” Vernon groaned. “You’re squeezing me so good.” He leaned back and slid his thumb into Hunter’s mouth, holding it open. “Look me in the eyes as you cum on my cock.” Hunter’s vision started to tunnel as he stared up at his boss. This was way hotter than anything he could have dreamed of; Vernon’s chest shone with sweat and had bits of hay stuck to it. There were streaks down the side of his face where sweat had wiped away dirt from the day’s work. His boss’s cock filled him so effectively and rubbed him in all the right places. Hunter’s back arched, and he let out a deep moan as his legs tightened around his boss’s waist. The muscles in his thighs trembled to hold on as the ones in his pussy clenched the heavy cock. Vernon’s free hand gave Hunter’s nipple a twist, and that was all he needed to finish. The young farmhand was still shaking when he felt his legs get pulled apart and the filling cock leave his body. Hunter whimpered as emptiness overtook him, only to perk up when he saw Vernon take his throbbing cock in hand. With his thumb still holding Hunter’s mouth open, Vernon squeezed his shaft with a bestial growl. In a few quick strokes, streams of thick cum sprayed from the head to coat Hunter’s face and tongue. Salty fluid filled his mouth to the point of overflowing. It ran from his lips and down his chin, and he could feel it seeping under the collar of his shirt. His boss was leaving his mark, and it felt and tasted incredible. When the old man was finally finished, his body relaxed, and he stood panting above his employee. He stared down at the cum-soaked young man, then crawled forward and held Hunter’s head to his deflating cock; ordering him to clean it up. The farmhand lifted his hands to the older man’s hips and set to work immediately. He tended to his boss’s cock as thoroughly and eagerly as he would any other job the man asked of him. Hunter took great care in slurping up every drop of his and Vernon’s fluids, paying particular attention to the white-haired balls that hung low between the man’s legs. Vernon groaned and gripped the back of Hunter’s head. The old man’s grip was tight as he slowly fucked Hunter’s mouth. His semi-flaccid cock returned to life under the young man’s ministrations until he was able to shove it down the farmhand’s throat. His chest heaved with heavy breath. “You got me ready to cum again. You gonna drink it like a good boy?” Hunter looked up at the older man with one eye as cum dripped down his face. Vernon shuddered with pleasure at the sight. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get, you hear?” He rocked his hips slowly, savoring the building pressure in his balls and the feeling of the younger man’s throat. “I’m gonna fill that pussy with so much cum. Gonna fuck this mouth. You’ll be wet just at the sight of me.” Hunter couldn’t answer with anything more than the wet sucking sound of Vernon’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He didn’t need to respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and held onto Vernon’s hips as he sucked the older man off. When he felt Vernon’s balls tighten against his chin, Hunter held his face pressed to Vernon’s belly. More streams of cum shot down his throat; he swore he felt it enter his belly even before the reflex to swallow took over. Finally spent, Vernon pulled himself from Hunter’s mouth, leaving the young man panting for air. Vernon stooped down on one knee and took Hunter’s face in his hands before kissing him deeply. It didn’t bother him that he was coating his tongue in his semen. In fact, the salt of his seed tasted better coming from Hunter’s mouth. Parting for air, Vernon gave the young man a pat on the cheek before rising to his feet. “Get cleaned up, boy,” he said as he stuffed himself into his jeans. “Better get some rest too. I expect you to be here just as bright and early as any other day.” He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Maybe earlier so we can have some fun. I want to see how well you can work with cum leaking into your jeans.” When Vernon left, Hunter sat in silence for a while until he could find his balance again. With some effort, he got himself dressed and used his sweat rag to clean his face. He still felt lightheaded as he walked to his truck. What the fuck just happened? Did his boss really just give him the pounding of a lifetime? The memory felt unreal, yet the fluid that leaked into his briefs said it was. He felt his clit getting hard again. Reaching down, he cupped the small erection and rubbed it through his jeans as he drove home. It was hard to operate as the images of his boss face-fucking him and cumming on his face flooded his mind. “I’ll definitely be showing up early tomorrow,” he moaned. Pulling into his apartment, Hunter finished himself off in the dim light of the street lamp. After a few deep breaths, he hopped out of his truck and headed inside. Sleep was going to be rough tonight, but at least all those spare toys will be put to good use.

“That was a fine party, my lord.” “Indeed, I can’t remember a more pleasant evening,” replied Lord Nicolas as he sat at the large mahogany desk. He took the proffered drink and nodded to his long-time companion. Sipping at the glass, he added, “At least not since my dear wife left us; God rest her.” His friend, Saewulf, agreed. “Truly, Agatha knew how to entertain. She knew how to make a man feel like a king.” “In many ways, my friend,” Nicolas remarked with a devilish smirk. Saewulf chuckled. He sat back in his chair and asked, “Is it bad luck to speak of the departed in such a way?” “She hasn’t come to strike me down just yet.” He took another sip of his drink. After a brief pause, he said, almost to himself, “Laura was radiant tonight.” “Your granddaughter?” Saewulf lifted his eyes in thought. “She was certainly a beauty. My son would be proud to have her for a wife.” Nicolas barked a laugh as he set the glass aside. “Your son? Not you, my friend? I saw how you looked at her.” The other man offered a nonchalant shrug. “I looked at her no different than you did, my lord. Don’t try to deny it. I know you far too well for you to attempt to tell me that you were in a different state of mind. How old is Laura?” “She turned nineteen just this June.” “Any suitors?” “Plenty and my son is wise to fend them off. They have no idea what they’re getting into with Laura.” Saewulf laughed again and rose to pour himself another drink. He offered more to Nicolas, and when he stepped closer to pour, he said, “I’ve heard that she’s a bit of a free spirit and that her personality can be overwhelming for the uninitiated. I imagine that’s what makes her so appealing to me and you as well.” His voice dropped to a whisper. When he returned to his seat, he sipped the drink and leaned his head back to stare at the painted ceiling. “I was a fool as a young man, not appreciating such wild beauties like her.” Nicolas stared at his drink and nodded. Swirling the amber liquid around the glass, he murmured, “I as well. Agatha was a delightful woman, and I wouldn’t trade the many years of marriage with her for anything in the world. But girls like Laura make my blood boil with lust.” His eyes flicked to the desk. He paused momentarily, smirking, then adjusted his legs a little wider and leaned back in his chair. “She does have a habit of getting into places where she shouldn’t,” he added with an amused smirk. “All the best girls do,” Saewulf said with a smile. “We both love and hate them for it at the same time.” He paused, then said almost dreamily, “The neckline of her dress was perfect.” “Have we had enough to drink for this discussion?” Nicolas asked, his voice low and husky. “I can always pour us more if you need it.” Nicolas grinned and waved away the offer. He tapped his glass with a finger, the heavy ring making a hollow-sounding clink as he did so. “It reminded me of a dress Agatha wore when we were courting. When we snuck away to the gardens, I buried my hands inside it, pawing at her breasts like all lusty young men do. I would do the same to Laura, with much less awkward fumbling, of course.” “We learn over the years,” Saewulf agreed. “The younger ladies don’t give us much credit for our greying hair and wrinkled skin, but we learn many tricks over the years in regards to pleasing women.” “God, I loathe the amount of layers those damn dresses have and those strange contraptions that make their hips look so wide,” Nicolas groused, shaking his head. “I don’t care how beautiful it is. All of that mess gets in the way of what I want to do.” His free hand slid across his thigh and the bulge forming in his trousers. Saewulf was doing the same, stroking his manhood with his thumb as he stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t long until both men had their belts undone and trousers open. Nicolas took a long sip of his drink, his mind drifting to thoughts of his granddaughter. “The dresses she wears during the daytime would provide a better opportunity,” commented Saewulf. His hips flexed as he stroked his cock. “The fabric is lighter, there aren’t as many layers to get through. Do you suppose she’s experienced?” Nicolas grunted, his brow furrowing. “Only a fool would believe women aren’t as likely to explore carnal desires as men are. However, I pray she hasn’t yet.” “Would you prefer to be the one to teach her?” Nicolas couldn’t help but groan at the very thought. His hand worked the shaft in a tight grip as he pictured his granddaughter beneath him. “Of course I would.” Saewulf was panting slightly as he smirked at his long-time friend. “What if I beat you to it?” “I’d have to gut you like a fish,” Nicolas replied with a breathy laugh. “As if I’d allow someone like you to lay a hand on my granddaughter while she’s still pure.” “You’re just afraid she’d find me more appealing,” Saewulf said between shallow breaths. He kept stroking himself, smirking at his friend. “You always have been jealous of my way with women, Nicky.” Nicolas shook his head and laughed. He wanted to retort, but his mind was too busy conjuring up images of his granddaughter. Imagining her soft skin beneath his hands, her lips parting as he entered her, and his face buried in her sweet, supple neck. “Do you know,” Nicolas began, “The stablehands tell me she dresses in men’s clothes, trying to hide who she is so she can be part of their gambling circle.” Saewulf groaned in delight. He growled through gritted teeth, “Scandalous. Perhaps I should pay one of those boys to let me know when she’ll appear. Catch her one of these days and punish her accordingly.” “Use that old knife of yours to cut her out of them like you used to do for your late wife?” “Until she slapped me for cutting a particularly costly dress,” Saewulf replied. He slid down in his chair and slowed his strokes, keeping a firm hold on his cock. Turning his gaze to Nicolas, he asked, “What do you think her favorite position would be? Personally, I’d like to see her above me, so I could watch her perky breasts bounce up and down as she came for me.” “Hmm, a girl like that?” Nicolas pondered. “Girls as independent as my Laura tend to need a firmer hand. I wouldn’t be surprised if she preferred to be pinned down and slowly fucked from behind. Or maybe she prefers to be held down on her knees while sucking my cock.” He grinned at the thought, gripping his cock tighter and stroking himself more sensually. Saewulf was panting hard; he was so close to cumming. “Perhaps, we entertain Laura the same way we used to entertain girls back in our youth.” “With you on one end and me on the other?” Nicolas suggested. “Unless you don’t have it in you anymore, old man,” Saewulf baited. Nicolas closed his eyes as he felt his balls flexing. “Keep that shit up, and I’ll make you regret it.” Both men fell silent as they focused on the task at hand. It wasn’t long before both were gasping Laura’s name, their hands pumping rapidly as they fantasized about bringing her to the brink of pleasure. Their release came almost simultaneously as they groaned and convulsed against their hands. The old men gasped for air and collapsed into their chairs. Their mouths dry, they reached for their drinks and took small sips. When their glasses were empty, Saewulf stood and adjusted himself. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his face before dabbing the mess he had made on the rug. “Sorry about that, old boy.” Nicolas waved his hand dismissively. “It happens. No, I’ll take care of my own mess. Will you retire to your rooms for the evening?” Saewulf nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I believe so. With the delightful party and our… discussion, I believe I need some recovery time. Goodnight, old friend.” He reached over and patted Nicolas on the shoulder. After telling Nicolas not to stay up too much longer, he turned, headed out of the study, and quietly closed the door. Nicolas watched the door momentarily before reaching into his pocket and procuring a handkerchief. He cleaned his hand and poured another drink before leaning back in his chair. “And what did we learn about sneaking into Grandfather’s study without his permission?” Under the desk, face dripping with cum, Laura stared wide-eyed at her grandfather, too stunned to speak.

Vickie's Abduction Vickie is a very beautiful woman in her fifties looking more like a thirty year old. She unknowingly gets the attention of a local stalker rapist as she shops at the local super market. He kidnaps her and rapes her as she worries about him killing her. Her thoughts were to survive what ever he does to her. ______________________________________________________________ I was doing my monthly grocery shopping at the local super market when I spotted her. I pushed my shopping cart past her in the isle, smiled at her and she smiled at me asking how my day was. She is about 5'6” tall, approximate 125 pounds, brunette shiny soft looking hair down past her shoulders, medium size breast with nipples pushing against her thin silk blouse, small waist, nice perfect round hips and beautiful brown eyes. The form fitting pants showed a nice set of camel toes and hugged her sexy ass. I knew then that I will have her under my control very soon as my eight inch cock got very hard fighting to get out of my snug fitting wranglers. I ask if she was having a good day and noticed her smile widen when she glanced at my bulging erection in my pants. She blushed and walked away. I hurried my shopping and checked out before she did. I put my groceries in my truck and waited for her to exit the store. I watched as she loaded her purchases in her car and I wrote down her license plate number in case I lost her in traffic going home. I followed her to her home on a quiet street in a very nice neighborhood and parked about a half block short of her home. I saw no other vehicles and nobody came out to meet her. I went back to my house on the ranch, put my groceries away and waited until dark. I drove back to her place and watched for any sign of someone living with her. There was no other vehicle in her drive or the front of her home. There was no sign of anyone besides her in the home. I walked up to her home with the cover of darkness and watched from the concealment of shrubs around her front yard. Near 10;00pm all the lights went off in the house except one and I assumed it was her bedroom on the front of the house. I could see her silhouette through the curtains as she undressed. For a woman I thought to be in her fifties she had a body that she kept in great shape. The shadow on the curtains showed her tits had very little if any sag to them. My cock was so hard it was aching. I left when she turned the last light off to retire for the night. I was up the next morning an hour before daylight and drove back to her place. At about 7:30am she came out of the house wearing a house coat and pajamas I assumed by the fabric showing below her house coat. She got something from her car and went back in the house. I watched seeing very little but could her a dog yelping a time or two. I could not tell if it was coming from her house or some other neighbor's house. She finally about 9:00am came out of the house wearing a nice jogging suit and tennis shoes. I thought she was going to go jogging to keep that beautiful body in shape. Her hair was in a tight pony tail and swayed from side to side as she walked to her car. I followed her to a park where she did in fact jog a trail around the park. I noted that there are too many people to try an abduction there. She went from the park to a coffee shop nearby and met with a woman for coffee. From there she returned home until around 7:00pm at which time she went to a gym wearing shorts and a sports bra under a T-shirt that came half way down between her perky tits and her belly button. She came out of the gym around 9:00pm and went home. I stalked her for the next week finding that she jogged every day and went to the gym every other day. Each time as she left the gym alone she walked across the dark parking lot where she parked in front of trees and some under brush. I prepared everything I needed to take her on a gym night and waited. It was a Monday night and I went to the gym around 8:30pm, parked near her car and hid in the underbrush to wait for her. I waited for about twenty five minutes and saw her approaching her car from the gym. Checking that she was alone and nobody else was in sight I poured the chloroform on the handkerchief, waited for her to unlock the car with her key-less lock button and readied myself to pounce from the brush onto her. She was reaching for the door handle when I clasped the chloroform rag over her nose and mouth as I pinned her arms behind her with my other. She struggled trying to kick me and scream for several minutes before she went limp in my arms unconscious. I draped her over my shoulder with her long pony tail hanging down my lower back, tits pressed into my upper back and ass in the air next to my cheek. I carried her to my truck, put her in the back seat face down, blindfolded, ball gagged, tied her arms behind her, tied her knees and ankles together pitching a blanket over her I closed the door and drove back to my place. I laid her on the day bed, untied her arms and legs, stretched her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. I tied her wrist to eye hooks on the wall at each top corner of the bed, lifted her hips up, stacked two large pillows under her hips and tied a spreader bar to her ankles before securing it to a eye hook under the foot of the day bed. Using my razor sharp hunting knife I cut her shorts, panties, T-shirt, and sports bra off. I left the ceiling light on over the bed as I took several digital pictures of her tied spread eagle to the bed with her perky tits standing up, her pussy opened like a blooming flower and her little brown rose bud of a sphincter totally exposed for my pleasure and use. Noticing how her tits stood up from her body as she lay on her back I thought they must be fake. I put the camera down sat on the bed and lightly squeezed each of her breast finding that they are actually natural firm breast with beautiful youthful nipples decorating each tit. As I started sucking and licking on a nipple while fondling the other she started to regain consciousness. Feeling my wet mouth and tongue on her nipple which was standing hard by now she started screaming into the ball gag and jerking on her the restraints holding her helplessly spread eagle on the bed. I put my lips next to her ear as I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and finger telling her not to fight me and enjoy what I do to her and she will not be harmed. When I softly spoke into her ear she tensed but lay still. I told her she can scream and cry all she wants to since nobody can hear her. She started crying and trying to beg me to let her go. I kissed and nibbled on her ear lobe as I lightly pinched and rolled each of her nipples making her squirm and beg me to stop and let her go. I kept kissing and nibbling on her ear, neck and shoulder as I played with her nipples. I felt her body shiver and saw the chill bumps on her body as I slowly moved my lips down toward her tits and my hand caressing its way down her body over her stomach, pussy mound and gently play with her wet pussy lips and clit. She fought to keep from responding to my sexual assault on her helpless bound body but could not help releasing a a moan of pleasure as her body betrayed her. I kissed, licked and nibbled her nipples back and forth as I slipped two fingers in her hot wet pussy and manipulated her swollen clit with my thumb as I finger fucked her. I knew she was about to orgasm when her cunt pushed on my fingers and she let out a long low moan. I put more pressure on her clit rubbing it back and forth as I lightly bit down on her left nipple. She squealed “AaaaaaEeeeeeeee” pushed hard on my fingers and mouth as the unwanted orgasm seized her forcing her to shake hard and gush cum on my hand down her ass crack. I relentlessly fingered her cunt, tortured her clit, bit and pulled her nipple firmly forcing her to have a second orgasm as the first subsided. She breathed hard and shook through the second orgasm as I moved my hands to maul her tits and my mouth engulfed her cum leaking pussy. I rolled and pinched her nipples with my thumb and fore finger as I licked, sucked and nibbled her pussy and clit. She fought hard to suppress a third orgasm but again her body betrayed her. She tensed, arched her back pushing into my mouth and screamed into the ball gag as the third orgasm took control forcing her to convulse and gush a river of cum in my mouth. She moaned and shook until the orgasm started to subside and I started to lick and suck up her cum from her soaked pussy forcing her to surrender to another orgasm. I moved away from her letting her recover as she almost passed out from the intense pleasure of the multiple orgasms. I stripped naked, got the Vaseline and got on the bed with a knee each side of her head as I removed the ball gag. She quickly started crying and begging me to please let her go and that she promised not to report me to the police. I said nothing and pressed my long hard cock to her mouth which she clamped shut. I grabbed two hands full of hair and pulled hard forcing her to open her mouth to scream from the pain in her scalp. I pushed my cock two or three inches in her mouth and told her to suck it. She tensed up for a minute as I patiently waited to see if she was going to bite or suck. To my surprise she closed her lips on my cock and started to use her tongue and moved slightly up and down my hard throbbing cock. She started to moan slightly and I used her hair to hold her in place and slowly fucked her mouth and throat. She gagged a couple times as my cock head tried to slide in her throat but finally relaxed and swallowed the head in her throat letting me push balls deep into her mouth. She started to moan and massage my cock with her throat and tongue. The vibration of the moaning, tongue and throat was forcing my climax to boil in my balls and I could hold back no longer. I pushed deep in her throat and released spurt after spurt of cum down her throat into her stomach. I slowly pulled from her mouth as she licked my cock clean of any cum. I sat back with my semi hard cock resting between her tits as she licked her lips and ask me if I would let her go now. I leaned back putting my hand on her cunt to find that it was leaking juices again. I told her I could not let her go until I helped her with her needs. She moaned and told me I did not have to do that and that she had enough already. I kissed and caressed her body from her tits to her cunt and started to lick and suck on her pussy as I played with her nipples. She tried to muffle the moans that her body forced on her with its betrayal once again. I slipped three fingers in her pussy as I licked, sucked and nibbled on her clit. She started humping on my intruding fingers as her and moaning got louder. I lightly bit down on her clit, pinched her nipple and hooked my fingers insider her to attach her G-spot when I felt another orgasm seize her. This forced her to scream, “YaaaakkkkaaaaaaaEeeeeeeee” and squirt cum to the foot of the bed. She squirted so much it looked like she was pissing. She fell limp gasping for air to keep from passing out as her body spasmed as if she were having a seizure. As she started to regain control and calm down I used her cum to lube her ass hole. She tensed up and beg me not to fuck her ass telling me she has never done that. I smiled and told her there is a first time for everything and to relax and it will not hurt as bad. I felt her try to relax as I pushed my cock to her asshole. I put more pressure on her tight little hole with my cock making it stretch to accept my hard cock. She started to cry and beg me to stop that it hurt too bad and it was to big for her anus. She squealed as the head pop in her tight sphincter and it closed around the head with a tight grip. I paused to give her time to accept the size of my cock telling her she can relax and let me in or I will force it in her causing it to hurt a lot more. She moaned and I felt her ass relax and pulse on my cock. I coated my cock with Vaseline and slowly pushed deeper in her ass as she squealed and moaned. Once I was all the way in I paused letting her get accustomed to the feeling of a huge cock deep in her bowels. I felt her anal canal relax and she pushed on my cock and started to fuck her with long slow strokes gradually increasing the speed and power of the fucking strokes. She started to moan with pleasure and meet each stroke with her own. I felt her orgasm building in her and pressed the buzzing Hitachi on her clit sending her over the edge and she once again shook, squealed and squirted cum on both of us. I almost shot my wad deep in her ass before I got control, pulled out of her ass and slammed deep in her cunt making her have another squirting orgasm as I slammed hard and deep in her cunt. She screamed and I shot a huge load of cum deep inside her sloppy wet pussy forcing the orgasm to hit harder. I pulled out of her cum filled cunt, moved to her head and pressed my cum coated cock to her lips. She did not fight it and opened her mouth taking it down her throat as she sucked and licked it clean. My cock went limp in her mouth and I pulled out. She licked her lips, swallowed and I thought I detected a slight smile on her lips. I moved away from her to the bathroom, cleaned myself and returned to her with a wet hand towel. She sighed and moaned lowly as I used the warm wet hand towel to clean her legs, ass and cunt of the cum. She flinched and groaned when I pressed on her clit and pussy lips to clean her. I asks if she was a little tender there. She smiled and said “More than I have ever been in my life.” She then ask me to please not kill her and let her go that she would not tell anyone. I told her I was not sure if I could trust her not to tell if I let her go. She started crying and begging me not to kill her. I chloroformed her as she struggled and screamed until she went out. I untied her and carried her naked body to my truck putting her in the back seat still blindfolded. I drove back to the gym, checked to make sure the coast was clear at 2:00am and sat her in the driver seat of her car locking the doors as I closed them. I backed off out of her sight and watched to make sure nobody disturbed her. She finally came to, started her car and drove out of the parking lot. I followed her home and watched as she walked naked into her home. I watched her for the next two weeks and she did not change her routine any. The only thing I noticed different was how she kept looking around when she left the gym. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I appreciate all votes and comments. Comments gives me encouragement to write more and how to improve on my writings. 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Vickie's Abduction Vickie is a very beautiful woman in her fifties looking more like a thirty year old. She unknowingly gets the attention of a local stalker rapist as she shops at the local super market. He kidnaps her and rapes her as she worries about him killing her. Her thoughts were to survive what ever he does to her. ______________________________________________________________ I was doing my monthly grocery shopping at the local super market when I spotted her. I pushed my shopping cart past her in the isle, smiled at her and she smiled at me asking how my day was. She is about 5'6” tall, approximate 125 pounds, brunette shiny soft looking hair down past her shoulders, medium size breast with nipples pushing against her thin silk blouse, small waist, nice perfect round hips and beautiful brown eyes. The form fitting pants showed a nice set of camel toes and hugged her sexy ass. I knew then that I will have her under my control very soon as my eight inch cock got very hard fighting to get out of my snug fitting wranglers. I ask if she was having a good day and noticed her smile widen when she glanced at my bulging erection in my pants. She blushed and walked away. I hurried my shopping and checked out before she did. I put my groceries in my truck and waited for her to exit the store. I watched as she loaded her purchases in her car and I wrote down her license plate number in case I lost her in traffic going home. I followed her to her home on a quiet street in a very nice neighborhood and parked about a half block short of her home. I saw no other vehicles and nobody came out to meet her. I went back to my house on the ranch, put my groceries away and waited until dark. I drove back to her place and watched for any sign of someone living with her. There was no other vehicle in her drive or the front of her home. There was no sign of anyone besides her in the home. I walked up to her home with the cover of darkness and watched from the concealment of shrubs around her front yard. Near 10;00pm all the lights went off in the house except one and I assumed it was her bedroom on the front of the house. I could see her silhouette through the curtains as she undressed. For a woman I thought to be in her fifties she had a body that she kept in great shape. The shadow on the curtains showed her tits had very little if any sag to them. My cock was so hard it was aching. I left when she turned the last light off to retire for the night. I was up the next morning an hour before daylight and drove back to her place. At about 7:30am she came out of the house wearing a house coat and pajamas I assumed by the fabric showing below her house coat. She got something from her car and went back in the house. I watched seeing very little but could her a dog yelping a time or two. I could not tell if it was coming from her house or some other neighbor's house. She finally about 9:00am came out of the house wearing a nice jogging suit and tennis shoes. I thought she was going to go jogging to keep that beautiful body in shape. Her hair was in a tight pony tail and swayed from side to side as she walked to her car. I followed her to a park where she did in fact jog a trail around the park. I noted that there are too many people to try an abduction there. She went from the park to a coffee shop nearby and met with a woman for coffee. From there she returned home until around 7:00pm at which time she went to a gym wearing shorts and a sports bra under a T-shirt that came half way down between her perky tits and her belly button. She came out of the gym around 9:00pm and went home. I stalked her for the next week finding that she jogged every day and went to the gym every other day. Each time as she left the gym alone she walked across the dark parking lot where she parked in front of trees and some under brush. I prepared everything I needed to take her on a gym night and waited. It was a Monday night and I went to the gym around 8:30pm, parked near her car and hid in the underbrush to wait for her. I waited for about twenty five minutes and saw her approaching her car from the gym. Checking that she was alone and nobody else was in sight I poured the chloroform on the handkerchief, waited for her to unlock the car with her key-less lock button and readied myself to pounce from the brush onto her. She was reaching for the door handle when I clasped the chloroform rag over her nose and mouth as I pinned her arms behind her with my other. She struggled trying to kick me and scream for several minutes before she went limp in my arms unconscious. I draped her over my shoulder with her long pony tail hanging down my lower back, tits pressed into my upper back and ass in the air next to my cheek. I carried her to my truck, put her in the back seat face down, blindfolded, ball gagged, tied her arms behind her, tied her knees and ankles together pitching a blanket over her I closed the door and drove back to my place. I laid her on the day bed, untied her arms and legs, stretched her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. I tied her wrist to eye hooks on the wall at each top corner of the bed, lifted her hips up, stacked two large pillows under her hips and tied a spreader bar to her ankles before securing it to a eye hook under the foot of the day bed. Using my razor sharp hunting knife I cut her shorts, panties, T-shirt, and sports bra off. I left the ceiling light on over the bed as I took several digital pictures of her tied spread eagle to the bed with her perky tits standing up, her pussy opened like a blooming flower and her little brown rose bud of a sphincter totally exposed for my pleasure and use. Noticing how her tits stood up from her body as she lay on her back I thought they must be fake. I put the camera down sat on the bed and lightly squeezed each of her breast finding that they are actually natural firm breast with beautiful youthful nipples decorating each tit. As I started sucking and licking on a nipple while fondling the other she started to regain consciousness. Feeling my wet mouth and tongue on her nipple which was standing hard by now she started screaming into the ball gag and jerking on her the restraints holding her helplessly spread eagle on the bed. I put my lips next to her ear as I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and finger telling her not to fight me and enjoy what I do to her and she will not be harmed. When I softly spoke into her ear she tensed but lay still. I told her she can scream and cry all she wants to since nobody can hear her. She started crying and trying to beg me to let her go. I kissed and nibbled on her ear lobe as I lightly pinched and rolled each of her nipples making her squirm and beg me to stop and let her go. I kept kissing and nibbling on her ear, neck and shoulder as I played with her nipples. I felt her body shiver and saw the chill bumps on her body as I slowly moved my lips down toward her tits and my hand caressing its way down her body over her stomach, pussy mound and gently play with her wet pussy lips and clit. She fought to keep from responding to my sexual assault on her helpless bound body but could not help releasing a a moan of pleasure as her body betrayed her. I kissed, licked and nibbled her nipples back and forth as I slipped two fingers in her hot wet pussy and manipulated her swollen clit with my thumb as I finger fucked her. I knew she was about to orgasm when her cunt pushed on my fingers and she let out a long low moan. I put more pressure on her clit rubbing it back and forth as I lightly bit down on her left nipple. She squealed “AaaaaaEeeeeeeee” pushed hard on my fingers and mouth as the unwanted orgasm seized her forcing her to shake hard and gush cum on my hand down her ass crack. I relentlessly fingered her cunt, tortured her clit, bit and pulled her nipple firmly forcing her to have a second orgasm as the first subsided. She breathed hard and shook through the second orgasm as I moved my hands to maul her tits and my mouth engulfed her cum leaking pussy. I rolled and pinched her nipples with my thumb and fore finger as I licked, sucked and nibbled her pussy and clit. She fought hard to suppress a third orgasm but again her body betrayed her. She tensed, arched her back pushing into my mouth and screamed into the ball gag as the third orgasm took control forcing her to convulse and gush a river of cum in my mouth. She moaned and shook until the orgasm started to subside and I started to lick and suck up her cum from her soaked pussy forcing her to surrender to another orgasm. I moved away from her letting her recover as she almost passed out from the intense pleasure of the multiple orgasms. I stripped naked, got the Vaseline and got on the bed with a knee each side of her head as I removed the ball gag. She quickly started crying and begging me to please let her go and that she promised not to report me to the police. I said nothing and pressed my long hard cock to her mouth which she clamped shut. I grabbed two hands full of hair and pulled hard forcing her to open her mouth to scream from the pain in her scalp. I pushed my cock two or three inches in her mouth and told her to suck it. She tensed up for a minute as I patiently waited to see if she was going to bite or suck. To my surprise she closed her lips on my cock and started to use her tongue and moved slightly up and down my hard throbbing cock. She started to moan slightly and I used her hair to hold her in place and slowly fucked her mouth and throat. She gagged a couple times as my cock head tried to slide in her throat but finally relaxed and swallowed the head in her throat letting me push balls deep into her mouth. She started to moan and massage my cock with her throat and tongue. The vibration of the moaning, tongue and throat was forcing my climax to boil in my balls and I could hold back no longer. I pushed deep in her throat and released spurt after spurt of cum down her throat into her stomach. I slowly pulled from her mouth as she licked my cock clean of any cum. I sat back with my semi hard cock resting between her tits as she licked her lips and ask me if I would let her go now. I leaned back putting my hand on her cunt to find that it was leaking juices again. I told her I could not let her go until I helped her with her needs. She moaned and told me I did not have to do that and that she had enough already. I kissed and caressed her body from her tits to her cunt and started to lick and suck on her pussy as I played with her nipples. She tried to muffle the moans that her body forced on her with its betrayal once again. I slipped three fingers in her pussy as I licked, sucked and nibbled on her clit. She started humping on my intruding fingers as her and moaning got louder. I lightly bit down on her clit, pinched her nipple and hooked my fingers insider her to attach her G-spot when I felt another orgasm seize her. This forced her to scream, “YaaaakkkkaaaaaaaEeeeeeeee” and squirt cum to the foot of the bed. She squirted so much it looked like she was pissing. She fell limp gasping for air to keep from passing out as her body spasmed as if she were having a seizure. As she started to regain control and calm down I used her cum to lube her ass hole. She tensed up and beg me not to fuck her ass telling me she has never done that. I smiled and told her there is a first time for everything and to relax and it will not hurt as bad. I felt her try to relax as I pushed my cock to her asshole. I put more pressure on her tight little hole with my cock making it stretch to accept my hard cock. She started to cry and beg me to stop that it hurt too bad and it was to big for her anus. She squealed as the head pop in her tight sphincter and it closed around the head with a tight grip. I paused to give her time to accept the size of my cock telling her she can relax and let me in or I will force it in her causing it to hurt a lot more. She moaned and I felt her ass relax and pulse on my cock. I coated my cock with Vaseline and slowly pushed deeper in her ass as she squealed and moaned. Once I was all the way in I paused letting her get accustomed to the feeling of a huge cock deep in her bowels. I felt her anal canal relax and she pushed on my cock and started to fuck her with long slow strokes gradually increasing the speed and power of the fucking strokes. She started to moan with pleasure and meet each stroke with her own. I felt her orgasm building in her and pressed the buzzing Hitachi on her clit sending her over the edge and she once again shook, squealed and squirted cum on both of us. I almost shot my wad deep in her ass before I got control, pulled out of her ass and slammed deep in her cunt making her have another squirting orgasm as I slammed hard and deep in her cunt. She screamed and I shot a huge load of cum deep inside her sloppy wet pussy forcing the orgasm to hit harder. I pulled out of her cum filled cunt, moved to her head and pressed my cum coated cock to her lips. She did not fight it and opened her mouth taking it down her throat as she sucked and licked it clean. My cock went limp in her mouth and I pulled out. She licked her lips, swallowed and I thought I detected a slight smile on her lips. I moved away from her to the bathroom, cleaned myself and returned to her with a wet hand towel. She sighed and moaned lowly as I used the warm wet hand towel to clean her legs, ass and cunt of the cum. She flinched and groaned when I pressed on her clit and pussy lips to clean her. I asks if she was a little tender there. She smiled and said “More than I have ever been in my life.” She then ask me to please not kill her and let her go that she would not tell anyone. I told her I was not sure if I could trust her not to tell if I let her go. She started crying and begging me not to kill her. I chloroformed her as she struggled and screamed until she went out. I untied her and carried her naked body to my truck putting her in the back seat still blindfolded. I drove back to the gym, checked to make sure the coast was clear at 2:00am and sat her in the driver seat of her car locking the doors as I closed them. I backed off out of her sight and watched to make sure nobody disturbed her. She finally came to, started her car and drove out of the parking lot. I followed her home and watched as she walked naked into her home. I watched her for the next two weeks and she did not change her routine any. The only thing I noticed different was how she kept looking around when she left the gym. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I appreciate all votes and comments. Comments gives me encouragement to write more and how to improve on my writings. 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Hunter wiped the sweat from his brow as he tossed the last bit of clean hay into the stall. “There you go, Maple,” he said to the chestnut mare in the opposite pen. “Nice and clean for you, old girl.” He tossed to pitchfork aside and unbolted the door. With the click of his tongue, the young farmhand led Maple back to her cleaned stall. Hunter gave the horse a pat on the rump before bolting her inside. He leaned on the door and smirked, “Your mama must loves you lots to set you up with that fine straw.” Looked softer than his mattress up in the loft, that was for sure. “My daughter takes care of the things she loves.” Hunter turned at the deep voice and was surprised to see his boss standing not far behind him. For such a bull of a man, Vernon moved damn near quiet as a cat. Vernon was a tall man with broad shoulders and muscles sculpted from years of working the fields. A greying beard framed his heavy jaw and barely brushed the top of his barrel chest. In a way, Vernon was the type of man Hunter hoped he would become as he grew older. Though he knew he would never be as tall, he hoped the hard work would bulk his already hardy physique. He also wished his own short, somewhat patchy beard had the potential to one day be as refined as Vernon’s. Vernon removed his cap and wiped his brow. It gave Hunter a moment to catch a brief glimpse of the older man’s receding grey hair before the hat was replaced. Part of him also hoped he would keep as much of his hair as his boss. The old farmer crossed his arms and stared down at him from under heavy eyebrows. “Something on your mind, boss?” Vernon huffed. “You know my Claire has her eye on you?” Hunter gulped- he had been aware that Maple’s mistress had been keeping an eye on him lately. Claire watched him as he worked like a vixen watching over a coop of chickens. She would come out in jeans that fit her like a second skin and shirts that were sure to show what God had gifted her during development. Claire often did things that got the other farmhands staring. Still, he knew she was trying to get his attention, specifically. It made him uncomfortable; too many times had someone he knew been fired for the advances of the farmer’s daughter. “I uh, I haven’t made any advances toward her, sir.” Hunter could feel new sweat forming on his brow. Had Claire said anything about him flirting with her? Vernon watched him for a moment and then smirked. “I know you haven’t, son, stop shakin’.” The older man stepped closer, and Hunter felt his back press against the support beam of the horse stall. “She don’t seem like your type, anyway.” Hunter was about to ask what he meant when Vernon took his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Vernon tipped the shorter man’s head back, so they looked eye to eye. Hunter found himself stunned to silence as he stared into his boss’s harvest green eyes. They were lined with deep furrows, like tilled fields. The two of them stood almost chest to chest, and Hunter could feel the heat from one of Vernon’s legs as it moved between his. “You like workin’ here, son?” the older man asked in a hushed voice. “Yessir,” Hunter swallowed as Vernon’s thumb pressed against his bottom lip. “I like having you around. You’re a real pretty man to look at.” Hunter nearly jumped when he felt his boss’s large hand firmly grasp his crotch. “Dadgum, boy, what you got goin’ on in there?” Vernon hummed thoughtfully before removing his hand. Vernon’s fingers rubbed along Hunter’s crotch, teasing along the seam of his jeans. It wasn’t long before he had the younger man groaning and grinding in rhythm. He chuckled when Hunter whined as he pulled his hand away. Unfastening the button on Hunter’s jeans, Vernon quickly replaced his hand inside the farmhand’s underwear. His thick fingers slid along the wet slit until he found the aroused head of Hunter’s clit. He took the elongated organ between his fingers and began to stroke him. “So you’re one of those types, huh? No wonder you’re so pretty.” Usually, Hunter would have taken offense to be called pretty. He had worked hard to leave that word in the past, but any thought of arguing left when Vernon’s lips met his. He could feel the full beard brushing against his chin as Vernon worked his mouth open. Hunter eagerly accepted the tongue that slipped inside. Finding the strength to move, he wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck to pull him closer. Vernon’s fingers left Hunter’s throbbing clit only for two of them to bury themselves deep inside of him. The air around them filled with gasps and moans and the sounds of Hunter swearing as his boss fingered him against the horse stall. The old farmer’s other hand unbuttoned Hunter’s shirt and pushed it open until it hung loose on Hunter’s arms. Vernon’s hand ran over the hairy plane of the younger man’s stomach and chest until it reached his nipple. The skin there buzzed with combined aroused sensitivity and residual numbness from when Hunter’s breasts had been removed. The faint scarring along the bottom of his pectorals hadn’t fully recovered after the surgery and usually felt weird to touch. However, he wanted nothing more than to have Vernon continue to pinch and twist the sensitive areola. Reaching down, Hunter grasped the older man’s cock through his jeans. He was surprised by how thick it was and how rock solid it felt already. Hunter had Vernon’s belt unfastened with a deft motion of his fingers and his jeans unbuttoned and pulled the girthy member from his underwear. He could feel the precum leaking onto his forearm as he stroked. Without warning, Vernon removed his hand from Hunter’s pants. The feeling of those strong fingers leaving his pussy made him whimper like a desperate girl. His clit throbbed from the sudden lack of contact, and Hunter became aware of how close he was to climax. His boss grabbed him by the shoulders, and, in a blink, Hunter found himself on his back among the fresh straw pile to the right of Maple’s stall. His jeans were ripped off over his boots, and Vernon’s thick legs settled between his. Hunter watched in breathless awe as the older man stripped out of his shirt and tossed it aside. White hairs on his chest glistened in the light of the barn. Small streams of sweat streaked their way down to the thick patch of hair at the base of his cock. Hunter’s eyes widened at the sight; he had felt the heaviness in his hand but seeing it now, his boss was a true stallion of a man. The organ pulsed as it stood erect from the older man’s body, shining precum oozing from the tip and dripping onto Hunter’s belly. It would be a stretch to make him- more of a stretch than anything Hunter had experienced in some time. His own miniature cock throbbed at the thought of feeling the thick shaft rub against it. As if Vernon could read his thoughts, the old farmer grabbed Hunter by the back of the knees and pulled him closer. Pulling his hips back, Vernon began to stroke the length of his manhood along Hunter’s eager slit. He rested the shaft against Hunter’s clit and grinned as the younger man squirmed in his grasp. “You like that, boy? Feelin’ another man’s cock up against yours?” “Yessir.” Hunter managed to groan. “You wanna feel this cock poundin’ yer insides?” “Yessir!” Vernon gave a devilish grin. “Good because I’ve been wantin’ to drain my balls in you for months. Git!” Without warning, Vernon bent Hunter’s legs back to his chest and plunged himself to the hilt. Hunter let out a yelp that turned into a long groan as the older man drove his cock deep into Hunter’s pussy. The younger man’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the head of Vernon’s cock stroke all the way to his womb. No one had ever gone so far inside him, even before the transition. Above him, his boss grunted like a bull. His hot breath blew against the side of Hunter’s face as he leaned in. Both of his strong arms braced themselves on either side of the younger man’s body, the angle effectively pinning him to the ground with his legs in the air. Hunter was at Vernon’s mercy, and he loved it. The old farmer’s balls slapped against his ass. His pubic hair and stomach rubbed against Hunter’s clit, making him wetter and making him whine. The sound made Vernon laugh in a way both dominant and mocking. “You sound like a desperate school girl, boy,” he said. “Bet you had old men like me fuckin’ yer pussy before you transitioned. You like ’em seasoned, don’t you boy?” He grabbed Hunter by the hair and tilted his head back. When Hunter gasped, Vernon took the opportunity to push his tongue deep into the young man’s mouth. The speed didn’t slow, even as Vernon released Hunter’s legs to pin his hands above his head. Hunter wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist, locking them at the ankles. This way, he could rock in time with each thrust and drive the old farmer deeper. It felt amazing! It had been a long time since someone had fucked him so thoroughly. He could feel himself growing lightheaded as his clit began to spasm. “Oh fuck,” Vernon groaned. “You’re squeezing me so good.” He leaned back and slid his thumb into Hunter’s mouth, holding it open. “Look me in the eyes as you cum on my cock.” Hunter’s vision started to tunnel as he stared up at his boss. This was way hotter than anything he could have dreamed of; Vernon’s chest shone with sweat and had bits of hay stuck to it. There were streaks down the side of his face where sweat had wiped away dirt from the day’s work. His boss’s cock filled him so effectively and rubbed him in all the right places. Hunter’s back arched, and he let out a deep moan as his legs tightened around his boss’s waist. The muscles in his thighs trembled to hold on as the ones in his pussy clenched the heavy cock. Vernon’s free hand gave Hunter’s nipple a twist, and that was all he needed to finish. The young farmhand was still shaking when he felt his legs get pulled apart and the filling cock leave his body. Hunter whimpered as emptiness overtook him, only to perk up when he saw Vernon take his throbbing cock in hand. With his thumb still holding Hunter’s mouth open, Vernon squeezed his shaft with a bestial growl. In a few quick strokes, streams of thick cum sprayed from the head to coat Hunter’s face and tongue. Salty fluid filled his mouth to the point of overflowing. It ran from his lips and down his chin, and he could feel it seeping under the collar of his shirt. His boss was leaving his mark, and it felt and tasted incredible. When the old man was finally finished, his body relaxed, and he stood panting above his employee. He stared down at the cum-soaked young man, then crawled forward and held Hunter’s head to his deflating cock; ordering him to clean it up. The farmhand lifted his hands to the older man’s hips and set to work immediately. He tended to his boss’s cock as thoroughly and eagerly as he would any other job the man asked of him. Hunter took great care in slurping up every drop of his and Vernon’s fluids, paying particular attention to the white-haired balls that hung low between the man’s legs. Vernon groaned and gripped the back of Hunter’s head. The old man’s grip was tight as he slowly fucked Hunter’s mouth. His semi-flaccid cock returned to life under the young man’s ministrations until he was able to shove it down the farmhand’s throat. His chest heaved with heavy breath. “You got me ready to cum again. You gonna drink it like a good boy?” Hunter looked up at the older man with one eye as cum dripped down his face. Vernon shuddered with pleasure at the sight. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get, you hear?” He rocked his hips slowly, savoring the building pressure in his balls and the feeling of the younger man’s throat. “I’m gonna fill that pussy with so much cum. Gonna fuck this mouth. You’ll be wet just at the sight of me.” Hunter couldn’t answer with anything more than the wet sucking sound of Vernon’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He didn’t need to respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and held onto Vernon’s hips as he sucked the older man off. When he felt Vernon’s balls tighten against his chin, Hunter held his face pressed to Vernon’s belly. More streams of cum shot down his throat; he swore he felt it enter his belly even before the reflex to swallow took over. Finally spent, Vernon pulled himself from Hunter’s mouth, leaving the young man panting for air. Vernon stooped down on one knee and took Hunter’s face in his hands before kissing him deeply. It didn’t bother him that he was coating his tongue in his semen. In fact, the salt of his seed tasted better coming from Hunter’s mouth. Parting for air, Vernon gave the young man a pat on the cheek before rising to his feet. “Get cleaned up, boy,” he said as he stuffed himself into his jeans. “Better get some rest too. I expect you to be here just as bright and early as any other day.” He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Maybe earlier so we can have some fun. I want to see how well you can work with cum leaking into your jeans.” When Vernon left, Hunter sat in silence for a while until he could find his balance again. With some effort, he got himself dressed and used his sweat rag to clean his face. He still felt lightheaded as he walked to his truck. What the fuck just happened? Did his boss really just give him the pounding of a lifetime? The memory felt unreal, yet the fluid that leaked into his briefs said it was. He felt his clit getting hard again. Reaching down, he cupped the small erection and rubbed it through his jeans as he drove home. It was hard to operate as the images of his boss face-fucking him and cumming on his face flooded his mind. “I’ll definitely be showing up early tomorrow,” he moaned. Pulling into his apartment, Hunter finished himself off in the dim light of the street lamp. After a few deep breaths, he hopped out of his truck and headed inside. Sleep was going to be rough tonight, but at least all those spare toys will be put to good use.

Hunter wiped the sweat from his brow as he tossed the last bit of clean hay into the stall. “There you go, Maple,” he said to the chestnut mare in the opposite pen. “Nice and clean for you, old girl.” He tossed to pitchfork aside and unbolted the door. With the click of his tongue, the young farmhand led Maple back to her cleaned stall. Hunter gave the horse a pat on the rump before bolting her inside. He leaned on the door and smirked, “Your mama must loves you lots to set you up with that fine straw.” Looked softer than his mattress up in the loft, that was for sure. “My daughter takes care of the things she loves.” Hunter turned at the deep voice and was surprised to see his boss standing not far behind him. For such a bull of a man, Vernon moved damn near quiet as a cat. Vernon was a tall man with broad shoulders and muscles sculpted from years of working the fields. A greying beard framed his heavy jaw and barely brushed the top of his barrel chest. In a way, Vernon was the type of man Hunter hoped he would become as he grew older. Though he knew he would never be as tall, he hoped the hard work would bulk his already hardy physique. He also wished his own short, somewhat patchy beard had the potential to one day be as refined as Vernon’s. Vernon removed his cap and wiped his brow. It gave Hunter a moment to catch a brief glimpse of the older man’s receding grey hair before the hat was replaced. Part of him also hoped he would keep as much of his hair as his boss. The old farmer crossed his arms and stared down at him from under heavy eyebrows. “Something on your mind, boss?” Vernon huffed. “You know my Claire has her eye on you?” Hunter gulped- he had been aware that Maple’s mistress had been keeping an eye on him lately. Claire watched him as he worked like a vixen watching over a coop of chickens. She would come out in jeans that fit her like a second skin and shirts that were sure to show what God had gifted her during development. Claire often did things that got the other farmhands staring. Still, he knew she was trying to get his attention, specifically. It made him uncomfortable; too many times had someone he knew been fired for the advances of the farmer’s daughter. “I uh, I haven’t made any advances toward her, sir.” Hunter could feel new sweat forming on his brow. Had Claire said anything about him flirting with her? Vernon watched him for a moment and then smirked. “I know you haven’t, son, stop shakin’.” The older man stepped closer, and Hunter felt his back press against the support beam of the horse stall. “She don’t seem like your type, anyway.” Hunter was about to ask what he meant when Vernon took his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Vernon tipped the shorter man’s head back, so they looked eye to eye. Hunter found himself stunned to silence as he stared into his boss’s harvest green eyes. They were lined with deep furrows, like tilled fields. The two of them stood almost chest to chest, and Hunter could feel the heat from one of Vernon’s legs as it moved between his. “You like workin’ here, son?” the older man asked in a hushed voice. “Yessir,” Hunter swallowed as Vernon’s thumb pressed against his bottom lip. “I like having you around. You’re a real pretty man to look at.” Hunter nearly jumped when he felt his boss’s large hand firmly grasp his crotch. “Dadgum, boy, what you got goin’ on in there?” Vernon hummed thoughtfully before removing his hand. Vernon’s fingers rubbed along Hunter’s crotch, teasing along the seam of his jeans. It wasn’t long before he had the younger man groaning and grinding in rhythm. He chuckled when Hunter whined as he pulled his hand away. Unfastening the button on Hunter’s jeans, Vernon quickly replaced his hand inside the farmhand’s underwear. His thick fingers slid along the wet slit until he found the aroused head of Hunter’s clit. He took the elongated organ between his fingers and began to stroke him. “So you’re one of those types, huh? No wonder you’re so pretty.” Usually, Hunter would have taken offense to be called pretty. He had worked hard to leave that word in the past, but any thought of arguing left when Vernon’s lips met his. He could feel the full beard brushing against his chin as Vernon worked his mouth open. Hunter eagerly accepted the tongue that slipped inside. Finding the strength to move, he wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck to pull him closer. Vernon’s fingers left Hunter’s throbbing clit only for two of them to bury themselves deep inside of him. The air around them filled with gasps and moans and the sounds of Hunter swearing as his boss fingered him against the horse stall. The old farmer’s other hand unbuttoned Hunter’s shirt and pushed it open until it hung loose on Hunter’s arms. Vernon’s hand ran over the hairy plane of the younger man’s stomach and chest until it reached his nipple. The skin there buzzed with combined aroused sensitivity and residual numbness from when Hunter’s breasts had been removed. The faint scarring along the bottom of his pectorals hadn’t fully recovered after the surgery and usually felt weird to touch. However, he wanted nothing more than to have Vernon continue to pinch and twist the sensitive areola. Reaching down, Hunter grasped the older man’s cock through his jeans. He was surprised by how thick it was and how rock solid it felt already. Hunter had Vernon’s belt unfastened with a deft motion of his fingers and his jeans unbuttoned and pulled the girthy member from his underwear. He could feel the precum leaking onto his forearm as he stroked. Without warning, Vernon removed his hand from Hunter’s pants. The feeling of those strong fingers leaving his pussy made him whimper like a desperate girl. His clit throbbed from the sudden lack of contact, and Hunter became aware of how close he was to climax. His boss grabbed him by the shoulders, and, in a blink, Hunter found himself on his back among the fresh straw pile to the right of Maple’s stall. His jeans were ripped off over his boots, and Vernon’s thick legs settled between his. Hunter watched in breathless awe as the older man stripped out of his shirt and tossed it aside. White hairs on his chest glistened in the light of the barn. Small streams of sweat streaked their way down to the thick patch of hair at the base of his cock. Hunter’s eyes widened at the sight; he had felt the heaviness in his hand but seeing it now, his boss was a true stallion of a man. The organ pulsed as it stood erect from the older man’s body, shining precum oozing from the tip and dripping onto Hunter’s belly. It would be a stretch to make him- more of a stretch than anything Hunter had experienced in some time. His own miniature cock throbbed at the thought of feeling the thick shaft rub against it. As if Vernon could read his thoughts, the old farmer grabbed Hunter by the back of the knees and pulled him closer. Pulling his hips back, Vernon began to stroke the length of his manhood along Hunter’s eager slit. He rested the shaft against Hunter’s clit and grinned as the younger man squirmed in his grasp. “You like that, boy? Feelin’ another man’s cock up against yours?” “Yessir.” Hunter managed to groan. “You wanna feel this cock poundin’ yer insides?” “Yessir!” Vernon gave a devilish grin. “Good because I’ve been wantin’ to drain my balls in you for months. Git!” Without warning, Vernon bent Hunter’s legs back to his chest and plunged himself to the hilt. Hunter let out a yelp that turned into a long groan as the older man drove his cock deep into Hunter’s pussy. The younger man’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the head of Vernon’s cock stroke all the way to his womb. No one had ever gone so far inside him, even before the transition. Above him, his boss grunted like a bull. His hot breath blew against the side of Hunter’s face as he leaned in. Both of his strong arms braced themselves on either side of the younger man’s body, the angle effectively pinning him to the ground with his legs in the air. Hunter was at Vernon’s mercy, and he loved it. The old farmer’s balls slapped against his ass. His pubic hair and stomach rubbed against Hunter’s clit, making him wetter and making him whine. The sound made Vernon laugh in a way both dominant and mocking. “You sound like a desperate school girl, boy,” he said. “Bet you had old men like me fuckin’ yer pussy before you transitioned. You like ’em seasoned, don’t you boy?” He grabbed Hunter by the hair and tilted his head back. When Hunter gasped, Vernon took the opportunity to push his tongue deep into the young man’s mouth. The speed didn’t slow, even as Vernon released Hunter’s legs to pin his hands above his head. Hunter wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist, locking them at the ankles. This way, he could rock in time with each thrust and drive the old farmer deeper. It felt amazing! It had been a long time since someone had fucked him so thoroughly. He could feel himself growing lightheaded as his clit began to spasm. “Oh fuck,” Vernon groaned. “You’re squeezing me so good.” He leaned back and slid his thumb into Hunter’s mouth, holding it open. “Look me in the eyes as you cum on my cock.” Hunter’s vision started to tunnel as he stared up at his boss. This was way hotter than anything he could have dreamed of; Vernon’s chest shone with sweat and had bits of hay stuck to it. There were streaks down the side of his face where sweat had wiped away dirt from the day’s work. His boss’s cock filled him so effectively and rubbed him in all the right places. Hunter’s back arched, and he let out a deep moan as his legs tightened around his boss’s waist. The muscles in his thighs trembled to hold on as the ones in his pussy clenched the heavy cock. Vernon’s free hand gave Hunter’s nipple a twist, and that was all he needed to finish. The young farmhand was still shaking when he felt his legs get pulled apart and the filling cock leave his body. Hunter whimpered as emptiness overtook him, only to perk up when he saw Vernon take his throbbing cock in hand. With his thumb still holding Hunter’s mouth open, Vernon squeezed his shaft with a bestial growl. In a few quick strokes, streams of thick cum sprayed from the head to coat Hunter’s face and tongue. Salty fluid filled his mouth to the point of overflowing. It ran from his lips and down his chin, and he could feel it seeping under the collar of his shirt. His boss was leaving his mark, and it felt and tasted incredible. When the old man was finally finished, his body relaxed, and he stood panting above his employee. He stared down at the cum-soaked young man, then crawled forward and held Hunter’s head to his deflating cock; ordering him to clean it up. The farmhand lifted his hands to the older man’s hips and set to work immediately. He tended to his boss’s cock as thoroughly and eagerly as he would any other job the man asked of him. Hunter took great care in slurping up every drop of his and Vernon’s fluids, paying particular attention to the white-haired balls that hung low between the man’s legs. Vernon groaned and gripped the back of Hunter’s head. The old man’s grip was tight as he slowly fucked Hunter’s mouth. His semi-flaccid cock returned to life under the young man’s ministrations until he was able to shove it down the farmhand’s throat. His chest heaved with heavy breath. “You got me ready to cum again. You gonna drink it like a good boy?” Hunter looked up at the older man with one eye as cum dripped down his face. Vernon shuddered with pleasure at the sight. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get, you hear?” He rocked his hips slowly, savoring the building pressure in his balls and the feeling of the younger man’s throat. “I’m gonna fill that pussy with so much cum. Gonna fuck this mouth. You’ll be wet just at the sight of me.” Hunter couldn’t answer with anything more than the wet sucking sound of Vernon’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He didn’t need to respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and held onto Vernon’s hips as he sucked the older man off. When he felt Vernon’s balls tighten against his chin, Hunter held his face pressed to Vernon’s belly. More streams of cum shot down his throat; he swore he felt it enter his belly even before the reflex to swallow took over. Finally spent, Vernon pulled himself from Hunter’s mouth, leaving the young man panting for air. Vernon stooped down on one knee and took Hunter’s face in his hands before kissing him deeply. It didn’t bother him that he was coating his tongue in his semen. In fact, the salt of his seed tasted better coming from Hunter’s mouth. Parting for air, Vernon gave the young man a pat on the cheek before rising to his feet. “Get cleaned up, boy,” he said as he stuffed himself into his jeans. “Better get some rest too. I expect you to be here just as bright and early as any other day.” He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Maybe earlier so we can have some fun. I want to see how well you can work with cum leaking into your jeans.” When Vernon left, Hunter sat in silence for a while until he could find his balance again. With some effort, he got himself dressed and used his sweat rag to clean his face. He still felt lightheaded as he walked to his truck. What the fuck just happened? Did his boss really just give him the pounding of a lifetime? The memory felt unreal, yet the fluid that leaked into his briefs said it was. He felt his clit getting hard again. Reaching down, he cupped the small erection and rubbed it through his jeans as he drove home. It was hard to operate as the images of his boss face-fucking him and cumming on his face flooded his mind. “I’ll definitely be showing up early tomorrow,” he moaned. Pulling into his apartment, Hunter finished himself off in the dim light of the street lamp. After a few deep breaths, he hopped out of his truck and headed inside. Sleep was going to be rough tonight, but at least all those spare toys will be put to good use.

“That was a fine party, my lord.” “Indeed, I can’t remember a more pleasant evening,” replied Lord Nicolas as he sat at the large mahogany desk. He took the proffered drink and nodded to his long-time companion. Sipping at the glass, he added, “At least not since my dear wife left us; God rest her.” His friend, Saewulf, agreed. “Truly, Agatha knew how to entertain. She knew how to make a man feel like a king.” “In many ways, my friend,” Nicolas remarked with a devilish smirk. Saewulf chuckled. He sat back in his chair and asked, “Is it bad luck to speak of the departed in such a way?” “She hasn’t come to strike me down just yet.” He took another sip of his drink. After a brief pause, he said, almost to himself, “Laura was radiant tonight.” “Your granddaughter?” Saewulf lifted his eyes in thought. “She was certainly a beauty. My son would be proud to have her for a wife.” Nicolas barked a laugh as he set the glass aside. “Your son? Not you, my friend? I saw how you looked at her.” The other man offered a nonchalant shrug. “I looked at her no different than you did, my lord. Don’t try to deny it. I know you far too well for you to attempt to tell me that you were in a different state of mind. How old is Laura?” “She turned nineteen just this June.” “Any suitors?” “Plenty and my son is wise to fend them off. They have no idea what they’re getting into with Laura.” Saewulf laughed again and rose to pour himself another drink. He offered more to Nicolas, and when he stepped closer to pour, he said, “I’ve heard that she’s a bit of a free spirit and that her personality can be overwhelming for the uninitiated. I imagine that’s what makes her so appealing to me and you as well.” His voice dropped to a whisper. When he returned to his seat, he sipped the drink and leaned his head back to stare at the painted ceiling. “I was a fool as a young man, not appreciating such wild beauties like her.” Nicolas stared at his drink and nodded. Swirling the amber liquid around the glass, he murmured, “I as well. Agatha was a delightful woman, and I wouldn’t trade the many years of marriage with her for anything in the world. But girls like Laura make my blood boil with lust.” His eyes flicked to the desk. He paused momentarily, smirking, then adjusted his legs a little wider and leaned back in his chair. “She does have a habit of getting into places where she shouldn’t,” he added with an amused smirk. “All the best girls do,” Saewulf said with a smile. “We both love and hate them for it at the same time.” He paused, then said almost dreamily, “The neckline of her dress was perfect.” “Have we had enough to drink for this discussion?” Nicolas asked, his voice low and husky. “I can always pour us more if you need it.” Nicolas grinned and waved away the offer. He tapped his glass with a finger, the heavy ring making a hollow-sounding clink as he did so. “It reminded me of a dress Agatha wore when we were courting. When we snuck away to the gardens, I buried my hands inside it, pawing at her breasts like all lusty young men do. I would do the same to Laura, with much less awkward fumbling, of course.” “We learn over the years,” Saewulf agreed. “The younger ladies don’t give us much credit for our greying hair and wrinkled skin, but we learn many tricks over the years in regards to pleasing women.” “God, I loathe the amount of layers those damn dresses have and those strange contraptions that make their hips look so wide,” Nicolas groused, shaking his head. “I don’t care how beautiful it is. All of that mess gets in the way of what I want to do.” His free hand slid across his thigh and the bulge forming in his trousers. Saewulf was doing the same, stroking his manhood with his thumb as he stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t long until both men had their belts undone and trousers open. Nicolas took a long sip of his drink, his mind drifting to thoughts of his granddaughter. “The dresses she wears during the daytime would provide a better opportunity,” commented Saewulf. His hips flexed as he stroked his cock. “The fabric is lighter, there aren’t as many layers to get through. Do you suppose she’s experienced?” Nicolas grunted, his brow furrowing. “Only a fool would believe women aren’t as likely to explore carnal desires as men are. However, I pray she hasn’t yet.” “Would you prefer to be the one to teach her?” Nicolas couldn’t help but groan at the very thought. His hand worked the shaft in a tight grip as he pictured his granddaughter beneath him. “Of course I would.” Saewulf was panting slightly as he smirked at his long-time friend. “What if I beat you to it?” “I’d have to gut you like a fish,” Nicolas replied with a breathy laugh. “As if I’d allow someone like you to lay a hand on my granddaughter while she’s still pure.” “You’re just afraid she’d find me more appealing,” Saewulf said between shallow breaths. He kept stroking himself, smirking at his friend. “You always have been jealous of my way with women, Nicky.” Nicolas shook his head and laughed. He wanted to retort, but his mind was too busy conjuring up images of his granddaughter. Imagining her soft skin beneath his hands, her lips parting as he entered her, and his face buried in her sweet, supple neck. “Do you know,” Nicolas began, “The stablehands tell me she dresses in men’s clothes, trying to hide who she is so she can be part of their gambling circle.” Saewulf groaned in delight. He growled through gritted teeth, “Scandalous. Perhaps I should pay one of those boys to let me know when she’ll appear. Catch her one of these days and punish her accordingly.” “Use that old knife of yours to cut her out of them like you used to do for your late wife?” “Until she slapped me for cutting a particularly costly dress,” Saewulf replied. He slid down in his chair and slowed his strokes, keeping a firm hold on his cock. Turning his gaze to Nicolas, he asked, “What do you think her favorite position would be? Personally, I’d like to see her above me, so I could watch her perky breasts bounce up and down as she came for me.” “Hmm, a girl like that?” Nicolas pondered. “Girls as independent as my Laura tend to need a firmer hand. I wouldn’t be surprised if she preferred to be pinned down and slowly fucked from behind. Or maybe she prefers to be held down on her knees while sucking my cock.” He grinned at the thought, gripping his cock tighter and stroking himself more sensually. Saewulf was panting hard; he was so close to cumming. “Perhaps, we entertain Laura the same way we used to entertain girls back in our youth.” “With you on one end and me on the other?” Nicolas suggested. “Unless you don’t have it in you anymore, old man,” Saewulf baited. Nicolas closed his eyes as he felt his balls flexing. “Keep that shit up, and I’ll make you regret it.” Both men fell silent as they focused on the task at hand. It wasn’t long before both were gasping Laura’s name, their hands pumping rapidly as they fantasized about bringing her to the brink of pleasure. Their release came almost simultaneously as they groaned and convulsed against their hands. The old men gasped for air and collapsed into their chairs. Their mouths dry, they reached for their drinks and took small sips. When their glasses were empty, Saewulf stood and adjusted himself. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his face before dabbing the mess he had made on the rug. “Sorry about that, old boy.” Nicolas waved his hand dismissively. “It happens. No, I’ll take care of my own mess. Will you retire to your rooms for the evening?” Saewulf nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I believe so. With the delightful party and our… discussion, I believe I need some recovery time. Goodnight, old friend.” He reached over and patted Nicolas on the shoulder. After telling Nicolas not to stay up too much longer, he turned, headed out of the study, and quietly closed the door. Nicolas watched the door momentarily before reaching into his pocket and procuring a handkerchief. He cleaned his hand and poured another drink before leaning back in his chair. “And what did we learn about sneaking into Grandfather’s study without his permission?” Under the desk, face dripping with cum, Laura stared wide-eyed at her grandfather, too stunned to speak.

Chapter 3 Teresa was naked and tied spread eagle to the bed. Jenn stood over her in complete control. She set down the three bottles and took off her black underwear, leaving just the black corsette, pressing her tits together exposing alot of clevage. She pulled out a digital camera and started taking pictures at all angles “this is so I can masturbate to you later, sis” then she climbed on top of Teresa, who was pulling hard at her bonds, only to have the furry handcuffs hurt her wrists and ankles. Jenn climbed onto the bed and straddled her older sister, inching up until she had her knees on Teresa's shoulders, to keep her already restrained sister from moving. “You call this revenge? Hey! I can see your pussy, looks nice!” Teresa laughed. Jenn slapped her across the face several times, then put her hand on Teresa's neck and started to squeeze thightly. Jenn started grinding her pussy against Teresa's tits while choking her. Once Teresa's face started changing color she let go. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Teresa gasped. Jenn just smiled and reached for one of the Vodka bottles. “You wanted to get me drunk and fuck me, right?” Jenn asked. “Untie me right fucking now Jenn, I'll fucking tell mom if you don't.” “If you tell mom what I did, I'll tell her what you did”. “she won't believe you, Jenn. You were fucking adopted” (this was an obvious lie, considering anyone could tell Jenn and Teresa were related, but Jenn played along) “Then I'll just have to rape mom too, as punishment for giving birth to you and dragging me into this fucking family. Care for a drink?” she asked. Before Teresa could answer, Jenn started pouring vodka over her older sister, the started licking her tits. “Oh please, this is the most painless thing ever. God forbid I actually enjoy your 'revenge'” she laughed. Jenn pulled out a lighter and Teresa stared in complete shock, then her demeanor changed “DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT FUCK FUCK HEEEEEEELP” she cried but there was no one to help. Jenn held the lighter closer to Teresa's alcohol covered body, Teresa started crying and begging her to stop. “Why should I stop?” Jenn calmly asked, holding the flame closer to Teresa “I asked you to stop and you tried to rape me. Now I'm going to have my way with you” “I WASN'T GOINK TO KILL YOU” she screamed. Jenn thought for a minute, and let off the gas button. “Oh thank you thank you thank you sis” Teresa was bitch-slapped across the face. “I thought I wasn't your sis. Now, I promise not to light you on fire if you promise not to resist whatever I do to you”. Teresa's face grew fearful again, but nothing could be as bad as being lit on fire. “ok” she finally said. “good” Jenn replied. She reached oevr and grapped an empty bottle and the other bottle of vodka, then poured half the vodka into the empty bottle and set it down next to the bed. She leaned over and started playing with Teresa's boobs, like Teresa did to her, then pinch-twisted-pulled her nipples in a vice-like grip, like Teresa did to her. Teresa screamed so Jenn slapped her a few more times. Finally, after caressign her older sister for a while and playing with the front of her body, Jenn asked “Teresa, you know how mom rubs alcohol on us when we get a cut?” “yea” teresa sobbed “it hurts like hell, why”. Jenn grabbed one of the vodka bottles and put her thumb over the opening “spread your legs” she commanded. “What? Why? Jenn what are you—no stop?” she panicked. Jenn got in Teresa's face “do it, or I'll light you on fire” she comamnded. Teresa started sobbing “ok look I get it, I'm sorry I treid to rape you, please let me go I'll do whateevr you want and I wont tell Mom--” Jenn forced Teresa's legs open and put herfelf in between so she couldnt close them. She put the long neck of the bottle up to her older sister's cunt, put the opening inside, and took her thumb off, then jammed it in as depe as it would go. Teresa screamed in agony “you fucking bitch! You fucking BITCH! Take it out, your burning me, now I can't have have kids you fucking PSYCHO!” Jenn grapped the back of the bottle and started fucking ehr with it, slowly yet roughly “Oh don't worry 'sis', you can still have kids, and when they get to be around 15 or 16 I'm gonna rape them too” she laughed. “YOU FUCKING PSYCHO! I'M CALLING THE POLICE AS SOON AS MOM GETS HOME AND UNTIES ME! I DONT CARE IF WE BOTH GO TO PRISON!” Teresa screamed. Jenn just laughed and asked “do you know what prison dikes do?”. “It can't be as bad as what you're doing, this shit BURNS!” Jenn kept sliding the botle in and out and looked at Teresa “picture being in the prison yard and fist raped by someone who decided to cover their hand with gravel...Its like being dildoed with sandpaper...say that gaves me an idea. Slut, where do you keep your dildo?” “DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT PLEEASE STOP HURTING ME...haven't you done enough?” Teresa begged. Jenn thought it over for a bit...Teresa kept begging “please, I'll let you keep fuckign me if you have to, just stop burning my cunt”. “ok” Jenn said “I'll take out the bottle and untie one leg so you can...piss it out?” “thank you sis, thank you so much”. Jenn took the bottle, thrusted it in hard one last time, then took it out and untied Teresa's right leg. Teresa let the alcohol drain from her pussy, and asked her sister to clean it out with water. Jenn took an empty bottle, left, came back with water, and fucked her sister/slave with the water. When she took it out (after about 2 minutes of rinsing/fucking) Teresa kciked her in the side “thats for raping me, psycho bitch!” Jenn just sighed and looked at her sister like she was an idiot. “You know You're still tied down, right?” Teresa looked at her wrists and left leg “oh...I was just playing sis...hahaha...like I said, you can fuck mef you want” Jenn walked over and tied Teresa's right leg to the post with her left leg, then cuffer her right hand where the left was. Teresa was confused “Jenn? Jenn? What are you doing?” Jenn remained silent. She untied Teresa's left leg and ties it to the opposite post, and did the same with the cuffs on her left arm. Teresa was lying face-down, spreadeagle on the bed. Jenn took off her corrsette ands now completely naked. She got on top of her older sister and started grinding her pussy angainst the older siblings amazing ass. While doing that, she reached forward under Teresa's chest and played with her big tits, rubbing, pinching, and twisting her nipples. Then she started kissing/ licking her neck, and left a Hickey mark and said “just so tomorrow you know that yes, this did happen”. Then she got off her sister, picked up the camera and took pictures of her naked backside “for my colelction” she laughed. Then she picked up the other half-bottle of vodka, took a quick swig, and said “bottoms up” right before ramming it up Teresa's ass. Teresa groaned when the class neck went up her ass, and screamed when the high octane beverage leaked inside her ass. Again, Jenn grabbed the bakc of the bottle and started fucking her older sister with it, this time anally. “STOP STOP STOP TAKE IT OUT FUCK FUCK TAKE IT OUT IT FUCKIN BURNS” Teresa begged. Jenn just laughedand started ramming harder. Tears were poring down Teresa's face. Jenn was in complete control, and her older siser who had always pushed her around was now her sex slave. Jenn pulled Teresa's hair, lifting her face so she could see her, and asked “so you still think my revenge is a joke?” Teresa just started sobbing, so Jenn continued “you are now my slave. Don't ever try to rape me again. When I want to cum, you'r gonna do whatever I tell you to, or else I might light you on fire, or try the sandpaper dildo. You're my bitch, don't forget it, and if you tell anyone, I'll kill you”. The 16 year old had complete control over her older sibling. A car door sounded outside. Teresa yelled out “you here that? Mom's home, you're in huge trouble now” she sobbed. Jenn walked over and pushed whe bottle in again, just to make sure it was as deep as it could go, Teresa screamed and was still burning inside. Jenn put some clothes on, walked to the door (leaving the bottle in her sister's ass), and looked at her sister and said “I didn't cum yet. So Mom's next” Continued.

This bar sucked. Why did her friends drive her to this stupid honkey-tonk dive anyway? Country music blared out of a beat up jukebox and the only people besides Toni and her friends were old cowboy wannabes and wrinkled divorcees looking to score with said wannabes. Cigarette smoke hung in the air and everything was sticky. The three twenty-somethings in their skinny jeans and flannel stood out like a sore thumb in this place. Toni watched her friends drunkenly shoot pool. They seemed to be having a good time, at least. Mira had some trucker looking guy chatting her up and Val, apparently, found the only dyke in the whole county and was on her way out to the designated smoking area to ‘chat’ with her. A few people had tried to hit on Toni but she was not having it. “This is the kind of place my dad would hang out at,” she grumbled over her fifth long island. Tossing it back, she set the glass on the counter and called over the bartender, “Ay, y’all got a bathroom?” The very sweet discount Dolly Parton look-alike nodded, “Sure do, sugar. Just go around down that hallway and it’s on your left. You want another long island waiting for you when you get back?” “Now that’s what I call customer service! But no thank you, miss…?” “Sadie, honey. How about a water instead?” “Yes, please, Ms. Sadie.” Toni reached into her pocket and fished out a ten-dollar bill and stuffed it in the tip jar. Sadie had been the only good thing about this place. With that, Toni staggered off to the bathroom. Down the hall and to her left was indeed the women’s bathroom, however, upon entering the women’s bathroom, Toni decided to take her chances with the men’s. It smelled as if someone had clogged the toilet and left it there to rot. Trying not to lose all of her long islands on the sticky wood floor, Toni quickly made her way across the hall. The men’s was surprisingly cleaner. The dingy linoleum was coming up in places, missing in others, but it at least didn’t smell like the sewer; Just normal things like piss and smoke. She stopped to check herself in the cracked mirror- ruffling her short, lime-green undercut to make it messier. Her eyeliner was smudged but in a cool, edgy way that drove her parent’s crazy. Band patches and rips were used as decoration on her flannel vest and tight jeans, and her heavy boots suggested she was willing to kick someone’s face in. She thought she looked cool. In her drunken stupor, if she had seen someone who looked like her at the bar, she’d try to fuck them. Chuckling at her own stupidity, Toni went into the first stall and went to take care of her business. Mike pulled up to the bar and stepped out of his truck. This would be a good place to take a break for a while before driving back to the station. He was finishing his last haul before his two-week vacation. Which he viewed as both blessing and curse. Toni would also be on vacation at that time and she chose to come stay with him instead of buying a plane ticket to her mom’s. He liked his daughter well enough but over the years they had grown distant. She became more rebellious and did things that didn’t make sense to him. Shaking his head, Mike decided to head on into the dive for a good drink to clear his head. The place was pretty empty when he got inside. Some small town regulars having a good time. It was just the kind of place he liked- simple, quiet, and a place to have a beer and conversation. “Hello there, honey, what can I get for you today?” A busty blonde with hair that reminded him of Dolly Parton stepped up to his place at the counter. “Just a cold beer, ma’am,” Mike said. “Been on the road a while, need something to clear the dust,” he added with a laugh. She smiled at him and nodded, “Comin’ right up.” When he got his drink, Mike turned to face the rest of the bar and relaxed. He liked this place; It was the real deal, not like those city clubs that were filled with lights and music that sounded like a cat going through a car engine. He did spot a couple of girls who stood out among the country folk. They reminded him of people Toni would hang out with. He shrugged and sat for a while, chugging down glass after glass as he observed. They weren’t causing any trouble and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Mike raised his third beer to the trucker who was dancing with one of the girls. The man winked back at him, and he chuckled. Go get ‘em, boss, he thought as he finished off the beer. “Ma’am, where’s your john?” he asked when the bartender came back to check on him. “Down the hall to your right.” She pointed in the direction. “You want another beer when you get back?” “That would be kind of you,” he tucked a five-dollar bill into the tip jar, and headed to the bathroom. When he got to the bathroom, he stopped to check himself in the mirror. God he looked tired. The bags under his eyes reminded him of his daughter’s smudgy makeup. He removed his company hat and fixed his hair- he’d need a trim soon; It was getting a little shaggy. Same with his beard. Mike turned his head side to side and huffed. His clippers had broken halfway on his route and no shop anywhere carried the brand he liked. So now here he was with a heavy stubble and a disheveled goatee. He had also put on some weight over the year- not a whole lot, but enough for him to notice. He shook his head and went to go to the first stall but saw it was occupied. Peeking down, he saw a pair of skinny legs and dark leather boots. Must be a guy friend to the girls he saw. So he moved on to the second stall and went to take care of business. Toni had been dicking around looking at memes on her phone for who knows how long when she heard the bathroom door open. She froze and listened as the man stopped at the sink then moved on to her stall. His beige work boots hesitated for a moment before moving on to the next stall. The door shut and the lock clicked, and soon she heard the tell-tale sounds of a man taking a piss. Maybe she should leave. Ugh, but it was so nice to be in a private place where no one would bother her. She rolled her eyes internally and sighed. No, the nice bartender would start to worry if she didn’t come back. The toilet flushed and she heard the sound of toilet paper rolling out. Hey, she had to give this guy credit for going the extra mile when it came to clean up. So many guys she knew would leave little droplets and call it good. Suddenly the dispenser on both her side and his came loose and crashed to the floor. She and the man both swore at the same time and in the immediate silence that followed, Toni knew that the man knew a woman was in the bathroom. But what disturbed her more than that knowledge was what had been hiding under the loosely bolted dispensers. Mike about had a heart attack when the toilet paper dispenser fell, and then another when a clearly female voice swore with him. They both sat in silence for some time. He contemplated leaving quickly so the lady could leave without being seen. Then he saw it. A large hole had been cut into the stall and hidden behind the dispenser. The hole had been carefully cushioned with rubber which left no doubt in his mind as to what it was. His neighbor had to have noticed the glory hole too. He wondered if she was just as surprised by its presence as he was. Then he saw something that just sent him spinning. The woman next door had gotten down on her knees facing the hole and a slender finger was coaxing him through the hole. “Come on,” the woman’s voice echoed off the walls, and a part of him found the voice familiar. “Let’s have some fun.” He should leave. He was drunk, she was probably also drunk, this was a bad idea. However… It had been some time since he had gotten any action. Mike rubbed his cock through his jeans. What was the harm in getting sucked off by someone he’d never see again? Toni had no idea what possessed her to offer services, but she had to admit to herself this would be the most fun she’d have had all night if the man accepted. She waited for a little bit then she heard the distinct sounds of a belt buckled being undone, followed by the whine of a zipper. Her heart pounded, wondering what kind of treat she was in for; Mostly hoping she hadn’t offered this to someone with a nasty dick. Her prayers had been answered when the semi flaccid member slipped through. As it was, the cock was short and fat, but she had a feeling he was a grower, not a shower. She took the shaft in her hand and heard a shuffling on the other side. Smiling, Toni began to stroke him to full erection. Mike groaned as he rested his body against the wall. This woman knew was she was doing; She massaged all the places that aroused an immediate reaction from him. Not even his ex-wife ever made a handjob feel this good. When he was completely hard, Toni placed little kisses along the head and shaft. Her partner seemed to enjoy that, so she added her tongue intermittently. This guy was really pent up by the way he jumped. It almost made her feel bad, but not bad enough as she took him into her mouth. He had to grip the top of the stall as the woman bobbed her head on his cock. The tongue ring had been a surprise but when she applied it to the sensitive underside of his head, he couldn’t help but thrust against the stall. He heard her moan on the other side- she must have liked that. So he continued to rock his hips against the wall. Now he was getting into it, she thought. Bracing her hands on either side of the stall, Toni relaxed her throat and took him in deeper. She had been correct, he was a grower. Now he was grazing the back of her throat with no issue. God, she wanted to know what he looked like. It wouldn’t even matter if he was some old farmer, someone with a cock like this was good in her book. Toni was getting hot. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down as best she could so she could massage her clit. The addition of her moaning seemed to encourage him. He huffed and pressed on with more vigor, practically making her swallow him. Fuck, I want him inside me. He groaned as the wonderful mouth pulled away. God he was so close. She wouldn’t blue ball him, would she? After all that? He had heard, she was enjoying this as much as he was. Mike pulled himself back through for a quick breather. Maybe she wanted it to last longer? He glanced up when he heard the sound of fabric getting pushed down. The next thing he saw was a perfectly shaved set of lips, plump and shiny with arousal. It was almost unreal, but he didn’t hesitate to drop to one knee and return the favor. This guy was a wizard with his tongue. Toni had herself braced up against the handrail on the opposite wall- she wondered if it had been placed in that spot for this very reason- and was receiving some of the most intimate oral she had ever had. He sucked on her clit in a way that almost made her knees buckle, and when his tongue pressed inside her- God, it was as if he had all the cheat codes to making her feel good. “Please,” she whined, “I need you to fuck me!” That voice… Why was it familiar? Mike shook his head; It was just the drink talking. “You got it, baby.” Toni only had a second to contemplate the voice she just heard before the man buried his thick cock in her. She bit her lip as he rocked in and out of her, filling her up so completely it was almost as if he was made for her. He had heard of a pussy fitting like a glove, but never thought it was actually true. The inside of his partner was warm, soft, and gripped him as if her life depended on it. In the back of his mind he cursed himself for not putting on a condom. He just hoped this woman was on some kind of birth control. She was meeting his thrusts now, and he desperately wished he could hold her hips and not this stupid wall. Their voices bounced off the walls along with the slick sounds of their fucking. Mike hoped no one outside could hear this. He didn’t exactly want to be known as the stranger who screwed someone in the bathroom to these people. Toni wished this guy was on this side of the stall. It didn’t matter if she rode him cowgirl style on the toilet seat, she just wanted his hands on her; To have him holding her hips and driving into her. She gasped, and between breaths she said, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Mike was ignoring the voice now. Thinking about it would kill the mood. “Yeah baby, come on. Come on Papa’s cock!” It was too late. Even as her eyes shot open at the phrase, her orgasm was already burning through her. Toni pressed herself back and moaned so deep in her throat it almost came out a croak. But among the immense pleasure was panic. That voice. She had been fucking her dad this whole time! Mike felt her squeeze around him and with a couple deep thrusts, he felt his balls tighten as he emptied himself inside the stranger. He gripped the top of the stall so tight he thought he might break it off. Eventually he orgasm waned and he gave his partner a few final strokes that elicited the most satisfying sighs he had ever heard. Pulling out, he picked up some toilet paper from the dispenser and cleaned himself up. He heard the same happening in the stall next to him. Part of him wanted to peek. To wait and see who the mystery woman was, maybe offer her his phone number. But that would ruin the moment. These types of these weren’t where people found love. They were just here for quick lust and mystery. Toni listened as the man she was sure was her dad fastened his belt. The stall opened, then shut, and the beige work boots made their way to the door. Taking a risk, she dropped to her knees and peeked under the stall just in time to see the familiar figure of her dad exiting the bathroom. “Oh holy shit…” she whispered. “Oh fuck me! I sucked his dick! I fucked him and he came inside me! I fucked my old man in a shitty cowboy bathroom glory hole!” She couldn’t tell if she wanted to cry, pass out, or throw up. What she should do was pull up her pants, get the fuck out of there, and drink enough to forget this ever happened. But as she stood, some of the cum leaked from her and sent a pleasant shiver through her body. Reaching down, Toni touched her still swollen labia and scooped up some of the semen. Her old man could fuck. He shattered her whole world with those hips, and his tongue… No one had ever given her head like that. Toni sat back on the toilet with her pants still around her ankles. Her dad’s semen dripped steadily out of her and into the toilet. A blush crossed her cheeks and without a second thought, she licked the cum from her fingers.

please excuse any grammatical/punctual errors as English is my second language. Names have been changed for the safety of people featured in this article this article has underage sex and if you are not into it GTFO! Part 1 is TOTALLY True, Part 2 is pretty much exaggerated into a story It Felt like we had been doing this for hours, but when I looked at the clock it had only been about ten minutes. I looked back at Tommy and he was fast asleep, soon we are both naked and sleeping next to one another cuddling. ------------------------------------------------------ A few days passed without me and Tommy doing anything, I honestly thought there would be no more fun among the two of us. Anyways, it was Wednesday and I was watching some stupid shit on TV bored out of my fucking mind, fading in and out of the show playing, while sipping my beer, sending an icy chill down my throat and sending me back to reality each time. Thinking of a way to have some fun, I suddenly had a light bulb moment! (The thing in cartoons when someone gets a potentially stupid idea). I walked up to Tommy's room, and knocked on the door. "Come in!" Tommy yelled I opened the door. "Hey Tommy I will be right back" I Said "Ok" He said staring blatantly at the TV I ran back to my house, unlocking the door, I ran to my room and pulled out the skimpiest skirt I had, and then pulled out a shirt that barely covered my perky 34C breasts. I first stripped my shirt, along with my bra, pants, and panties, standing there naked I grabbed the skirt and pulled it on. It got about as low as my upper thighs and would show all my ass if I were to bend over. I slipped my shirt over my head, feeling the material of this shirt rub against my nipples always sent shudder down my spine. I was now walking back to Tommys house, as soon as I was in the living room I received a text from Tracey(an old friend I grew up with) reading "Hey meet me at the park, we need to fucking chill" I responded "Cant, I'm babysitting", I soon got a reply stating "Just take the kid with you, all kids love parks" "True, I'll be up there soon" I responded. The park was only about 10 minutes away, I called Tommy downstairs, probably a minute later he was down stairs. "Tommy, you wanna come to the park with me?" I asked, "sure, I guess" he said, as we were walking down to the park I felt the cool breeze running up my skirt and blowing against my pussy. We soon arrived, I greeted Tracey and introduced her to Tommy, he ran off to the playground. Tracey and I sat on the swing's talking, gossiping and among other things, she stopped talking all of a sudden. After a few awkward seconds of silence she spoke up. "Hey, Chelsea, You see that guy over there?" she whispered as this guy was pretty far away from us. "Yeah? what about him?" I questioned. "Isn't he hot as fuck?" Looking at him, he was cute, he looked as if he was in his late 20's, dirty blond hair, and a very, very sexy body which all added to be a very sexy guy to me at my age. The next thing I know Tracey was poking me, "What?!" I Yelled, "I bet your too chicken to flash him your pussy" she said. "How do you know I'm not wearing panties?!" I whispered not wanting anyone to hear me, "Hello? I grew up with you Chelsea! I know you've always hated panties!" she slightly whispered. I thought about what she said about flashing the stranger and I guess she took the silence as a no, "Bwak! bwak!, Chelsea's a chicken!, bwak! bwak!" She teased. "FINE! I'll do it" I said as I hit her on the arm playfully. I adjusted myself to where he could have a straight view of my bare pussy under my skirt, I spread my legs and started swinging, which soon got his attention and was now staring at my pussy, wide eyes and jaw dropped, Tracey started to burst into laughter, which caused his sexy blue eyes to turn away from my pussy. After Tracey stopped her fit of laughter she said "Did you see him? He was so fucking stunned hahaha!", the next thing I knew she had her hand in my skirt, feeling up my pussy and clit. "Oh. My. God., You fucking slut! You're soaked! Hahahaha!" she said as she bursted out into another fit of laughter "Fucking Stop it Tracey!" I said as she stopped she said "I dare you to go over there and jerk him off till' he cums in your hand!" "No!" I yelled "Do you want me to do the chicken thing again?" she said giggling a little bit "You better not!" I said as if i was threatening her. "Then You better do it!" she said Accepting her dare I stood up and fixed my skirt and hair, I prepared my sexiest walk and built up my courage. I started my walk over to the sexy stranger I was about jerk off. The walk seemed like an eternity, like every single step was length of a mouses step, or as if i was in slow motion. In reality I was actually looking forward to beating off his cock, the swing 'accident' had turned me on so much I would jack off anything else in sight. I had finally got there, I lifted my hand and said "Hi! I'm Chelsea", "I..I'm Trevor" he stammered as he shook my hand. I sat down next to him and looked at him, his blue eyes taking mental pictures of my tits, "Did you like my pussy" I whispered into his ear. "What are you talking about?" he said as if he did not see anything, "Do you think I am dumb? I saw you staring at it!" I said "Ummm..yeah I loved it" he said as if it were an awkward situation for him. I looked over at the other side of the park and saw Tommy playing with some boy in the sand, I then decided to make my move. I slipped my hand under his jeans and felt a rock hard cock waiting for my hand, it felt as if it was at least 7 inches just by running my hand over it. "What are you doing?" Trevor asked, "Just having a little fun, calm down" I whispered. I undid his button and pulled down the zipper to his jeans, sliding down his boxer's a fully erect 8 inch cock popped into nice, well needed air "Oh my god, your fucking huge!" I whispered, all I got in return was a nod. He pulled out a laptop to cover himself up just incase someone happened to come by, after that was all done, I wrapped my small hand around his thick, long cock, he let out a muffled moan as I ran my hand up and down his long cock, with my hand picking up speed on his cock, his precum started to ooze out. whilst still jacking him off I look over have Tracey, who was still on the swing but discretely rubbing her pussy through her booty shorts, I looked back over to Trevor's cock and by now the head of his cock was covered in pre-cum. With my hand still wrapped snuggly around his shaft, I dropped my tongue over the head of his dick and slurped all it off his cock. I slowly started run my tongue all over, and up and down his shaft and balls.Trevor pulled my head up by my hair and shoved my head down onto his cock, as he thrusted his hips he sent his whole cock down my throat still leaving about an inch out of my mouth, as he thrusted again it all went in. He let go and I soon was bobbing my head up and down his shaft with the occasional deepthroat, with a few more strokes, he blew a massive load down my throat, trying to swallow it all some of seeped out of the sides of my mouth as I lifted my head off of his cock, I swallowed all the cum in my mouth as it went down I coughed a bit. Forgetting about the cum on the sides of my mouth an older couple walked by with a disgusted look on their face, I then felt it run down my chin. I ran my index finger over the right side of my chin and scooped up the leftover cum, sliding my finger into my mouth like a tiny cock I slurped the cum off of my finger, doing the same thing with the other side of my mouth. "That was fucking great!" Trevor said in exhaustion. I gave him my number, and walked back over to Tracey. "Was that good enough for you?" I asked sarcastically, "Just had a great orgasm" she said, by now my pussy was dripping, Tracey gave me a ride back to Tommy's place. By now it was about 7:00 P.M. and Tommy was sitting down in the living room watching 'Family Guy', I was still extremely horny and still quite wet from my earlier sexual encounter, I looked over at Tommy with the obvious outline of his boner through his pajamas, "This is my chance to have some more fun with him" I thought to myself. I made my move by running my hand over his hard little cock, I looked at Tommy to get a reaction of this, and he just smiled, so i took that as a sign to continue, I ran my hand more slowly over his cock again, twirling my index finger around the outline of his cock caused him to moan in pleasure "How about we move this to the room?" I asked tommy, he agreed, so on we went to the bedroom, Tommy and I stripped all our articles of clothing, we both jumped on the bed, with Tommy on top of me, we started making out like we had been possessed by sexual demons. Our tongues invading each others mouths and throats, exchanging each others spit, this went on for several intense minutes before I broke the kiss to say "Stop teasing just fuck me already!", I helped him line up his dick to pussy, since it was his first time, after it was in, his strokes started slow and hard, as picked up speed, his thrust's became fast and hard, as he was fucking me like a beast, he leaned forward and started playing with my breasts, twirling his tongue around my nipple and pinching the other, the rougher he got, the closer I came to an orgasm of a lifetime, he started to bite on my left nipple, which had sent me over the edge, leaving my back arching and my whole body shuddering, whilst Tommy threw in one massive thrust and I felt the 'cum' rush through my pussy walls, he then pulled out and shoved his cock in my mouth for me to clean it, which eventually brought him to another orgasm. The second load of cum in my mouth for the day. Soon after we were laying next to one another gazing as if we had been lovers for 20 years, we soon fell asleep while cuddling and fondling each other. the next morning I awoke to a loud scream. "WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!" The only thing i could see through my unfocused eyes was a womanly figure... ----------------------- Part 3? Yes or no? Anyway's don't be too harsh, please? lol I know it's not great, but I hope its ok at least lol

We entered into the church parking lot along with all of the other parents who were sending their kids off to West Virginia for one week on a church mission trip. “Goodbye! Have fun and be safe!” my mother yelled out the passenger window, worried about sending her son halfway across the country. “I will!” I yelled back to her. I really did not want to go on the mission trip as mission trips are just a giant circle jerk for Jesus where in the end the beneficiary/community does not gain too much. “Trevor, you’re going to be riding in van number four right over there” said Greg, our mission trip coordinator. I made my way over to the van and was excited when I saw Dustin and Dan, a set of identical twins who were in the sixth grade. “Hey Trevor! What’s up?” they said almost in unison. Dustin was 5’5”, had beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, and was very slim. He was always the funnier and more clever of the two twins. Ever since I first met him in middle school I’ve been interested in being more than friends with him. I always wondered what his cock looked like, and if he had pubes or not. We never hung out together much outside of school because his parents worked odd jobs to get by and the twins were responsible for looking after their younger sister. “Come sit back here with us, in the ‘cool’ section” Dustin said. I squeezed my way into the back of the seven passenger minivan and sat in between the twins. It was pretty tight in the back so my thighs were touching their thighs and we had zero personal space. We then began our over seven hour drive to Ohio, where we would be staying the night in a local church there. The car ride was pretty uneventful, however our driver-chaperone, Judy, just about had it with all of us in the car. As soon as we arrived in Ohio, Judy left the car in a fit with her two arms in the air yelling “G-O-D!” which was pretty ironic being on a church mission trip. I unrolled my bedroll in the boys’ room in the church basement before supper. Dustin walked in alone with his belongings and put his bedroll just two inches to the right of mine. “Mind if I sleep here?” he asked. “No of course not.” I thought it was pretty odd that he wanted to sleep so close to me in such a large room and we weren’t even good friends, but I didn’t overthink it at the time. After supper it was lights out as we had gotten in pretty late. Once we were checked on by a chaperone and said an evening prayer, we were off to sleep. Well, at least the adults thought we were. At around 11:20pm I heard dustin rustling around in his sleeping bag. Then, I heard that all-too familiar noise for middle school boys. *fap fap fap* really quiet and methodically. Then, someone farted and the fapping stopped after everyone giggled at the fart. Just a few minutes later, I heard Dustin whisper, “Trevor, are you awake?” I didn’t answer because I was too tired and just wanted to catch some zzz’s. He then started to tap me on my back and spoke a little louder, “Trevor, Trevor.” I still didn’t answer. A few minutes later, something unexpected happened. Dustin turned towards me and was spooning me. I didn’t jerk away and actually really liked the feeling as I never had a brother and my parents never held me a lot as a child. The warmth between us in the church basement on that night was pleasant. I felt his hand slowly go on my shoulder as he held onto me. I was in awe over what was happening, how this acquaintance of mine started spooning me and putting his hand on me, thinking I was entirely asleep. Dustin slowly moved his hand further down my arm, then put his hand on top of my hand. He kept going, moving his large, warm hand further down and eventually on my crotch. He gently tapped my crotch area twice to feel my young cock and luscious balls, then he went in for the kill. Slipping his hand down the waistband and into my basketball shorts that I was freeballing in. I finally had to react and I moved around a little bit so he would know that I was awake. This did not deter him at all, as he moved his hand past the waistband and put it right on my dick. I instantly started to harden up as I had never had anyone but the doctor touch my cock before and I was too excited. Dustin pulled his hand out of my shorts and put it to his nose, as he took in the scent of my penis. He then started to pull down the front part of the waistband of my basketball shorts and put the waistband underneath my balls near my taint so it would stay in place. He grabbed my semi-hard cock and began to circle the head of my penis with his fingers. I began to harden even quicker. Once I was fully erect and throbbing, Dustin spit on his hand and began to go up and down, up and down on my shaft very slow and intentionally. I could hear him breathe into my ear while he was jerking me off, thinking that I was asleep. He kept slowly stroking me, clearly not in any rush or fazed by the situation until my balls began to tense up. Dustin could also tell that I was close as he then began to pump my cock really slowly. One. Two. Three—and cum shot out of my penis all over the inside of my linens. Dustin grabbed some of the cum with his index finger and stuck it in his mouth, then he moved my waistband back and went to sleep, still spooning me. What did you think? Let me know in the comments. Part 2 coming soon....things get frisky in the hotel on the way back....

Fbailey story number 577 I Need To Pee My daughter and I were out in a canoe fishing when she said, “I need to pee.” I laughed and said, “Go ahead.” Cindy asked, “Where?” Again I laughed and then replied, “How about in the lake.” Cindy replied, “Funny! Very funny! Now really, where?” Again I said, “In the lake unless you can hold it until we get to shore and you can find a bush to hide behind.” Cindy looked at me and said, “I can’t wait. Would you at least close your eyes?” I looked at my beautiful fourteen-year-old daughter in her new yellow bikini and said, “I’ll try but I don’t know if I can resist watching a beautiful woman like you pee.” Cindy said, “Okay, but can you at least try?” The first thing that Cindy did was to hand me her fishing pole and then spin around in her seat to face me. I closed my eyes. When I peaked she had her bikini bottom off and was trying to figure out how to get her butt over the side of the canoe. I smiled at her and she asked, “Do you have a better idea?” I picked up my thermos bottle and unscrewed the cup. I held it out and said, “Pee in this. I’ll hold it.” Cindy looked at the cup and then she looked at me. She asked, “Why do you have to hold it?” I smiled and said, “Because it’s my cup.” Cindy said, “You just want a good look at my pussy, don’t you?” I smiled again and replied, “You bet I do.” Cindy asked, “Will you tell anyone?” I assured her that I wouldn’t tell anyone. Then with just a little hesitation she opened her legs and slid forward on her seat. I reached out holding the cup just in front of her bald pussy. Her lips opened and I saw her natural lubrication. Suddenly the flow began and she sprayed a steady stream into the cup. Some splashed onto my hand but I loved it. As the cup filled she shut off the flow, I emptied the cup over the side, and then I held it back under her for more. She filled three and a half cups with her warm yellow liquid. I enjoyed watching her pee hole open and close on demand. Her clit was right above it and her vagina was right below it. Her pussy was the prettiest shade of pink that I could imagine. Occasionally I would get a glimpse of her light brown ass hole as it puckered during the stopping of the flow. Cindy wet her hand and then washed her pussy twice while I watched. I even got to watch as she pulled her bikini up her legs and struggled to get both sides up one at a time. Finally, she asked for her fishing pole and spun around. I had not emptied out that last half cup of her pee. I dipped my rubber worm in it and cast out a few feet. Instantly I had a bite and was pulling in a nice size trout. After the third fish in about five minutes Cindy asked, “What you using for bait?” I laughed and said, “The same thing that you are using…except I dipped mine in your pee.” She looked at me like I was kidding her, so I dipped my rubber worm, cast it out, and pulled in another fish right away. Cindy spun around in her seat again to face me. As her legs spread I could see a wet spot in the crotch of her bikini. It was not from when she had washed her pussy either, it was from her pussy, and she had gotten excited. As I looked up at her face she was staring at my crotch. I was wearing a bathing suit but I was rock hard and it was quite obvious. I also had a wet spot from my pre-cum. Cindy just smiled when our eyes met. She dipped her rubber worm, cast it out, and pulled in a trout too. After we caught all that we wanted to clean and freeze, we headed in to shore. We were pretty close to shore when Cindy said, “Daddy, I need to pee again. Will you hold the cup for me?” She smiled as she spun around, removed her bikini bottom, and let me watch her pee again. I enjoyed watching her fill the cup almost to the brim. Then I watched as she rubbed her clit. My little girl masturbated for me. When she was dripping she poked two fingers up inside her vagina, scooped up some of her pussy cream, and then she offered it to me. I opened my mouth and her two fingers went in. Cindy then said, “I love the way I taste after I cum, don’t you?” I grabbed her fingers and sucked them clean before I leaned down into her crotch to taste it directly from the source. Cindy leaned back and let me give her oral sex and at least two orgasms. Cindy then said, “Oh God Daddy, you are so much better at that than Mommy is.” I smiled up at her and then had thoughts of taking her virginity in a threesome with my wife. Unbeknownst to us we had drifted into shore. My wife had been sunbathing when we left. She was now standing next to the canoe watching me eating our daughter’s pussy while she was having another orgasm. Cindy looked up and said, “Hi Mommy. Daddy is really good at this.” My wife said, “I know honey, I know.” After a short while she asked, “What started this?” Cindy laughed and said, “I needed to pee.” The End I Need To Pee 577

It had been a long first semester at Michigan and I had survived long enough to reach my first Christmas break as a college student. Exams were finally over and even if the weather remained eternally gloomy, I wasn’t going to let it dampen my mood. Immediately, I went to my dorm room and began packing. For the first half of my break, my parents and I were going to visit my Aunt and Uncle’s new house in Phoenix. I couldn’t wait for the warm sun again! I looked at myself in the mirror and was a little shocked at how much paler I had become. I didn’t consider myself a drop-dead knockout, but in my usual skin tone I knew I could turn my share of heads as well. I stood at 5’4 with shoulder length brunette hair that I often curled each morning. I raised my hands up to my chest and gently cupped my well sized 32C breasts. And fortunately for me, since I had just turned 19, they were still extremely perky and gave no indication of sagging. I‘ve also been told that I have gorgeous legs and a cute bubble butt, but in this weather, hardly anyone would be able to tell over the layers of clothing. Gosh, I couldn’t wait to be under the sun again! I grew up in Phoenix near my aunt and uncle, but moved to San Francisco during high school, so I was absolutely not use to the type of cold at Michigan. While I continued to bitch to myself about the cold, I was able to finish packing and hailed a cab for the airport. I was meeting my parents in Phoenix, and luckily for us the arrival time was within half an hour of each other so we just decided to meet in the airport at PHX. The flight over was relatively uneventful and I had a chance to nap a bit. When I got off I waited outside near their arriving terminal and before long they arrived as well. “Hi honey! How were your exams?” asked my mom as she embraced me with a hug. “I don’t know yet mom, but I think I did fine.” I responded. “So Sarah, no trouble with packing or travels?” asked my dad, as he took his turn to give me a hug. “No problems, I packed the few pairs of summer clothe I had, but it should be fine.” “Ok then, let’s head out to the parking garage to find your aunt and uncle” said my dad. It was wonderful just stepping out of the airport into the warm Phoenix air. Winter had, like almost every year it seemed, started earlier than usual in Michigan. So after 2 months of the dark and cold weather, it was refreshing to feel the warmth of the sun again on my skin. I greatly looked forward to a chance to work on my tan. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of 2 loud shrieks followed by laughter. I looked up to see my mom and aunt fully embraced in a hug while my father and uncle in law (Greg) shook hands and looked on at the two women. Almost lost in the commotion was my cousin, Doug, who stood awkwardly to the side, staring at the excitement of the adults. It was only now that I realized that it had been over 2 years since I last saw him, yet aside from being a little bit taller, not much seemed to change. He was still a bit on the chubby side, not fat by any means, but definitely had yet to lose his baby fat. I guess his growth spurt hadn’t kicked in yet. In his hands he held his beloved PSP and even if the rest of the world saw him as prototypical nerd, he was still my cute little cousin that I used to babysit. But I guess now that he was 12 and would be in his first year of middle school, 6th grade; my babysitting days were over. As he slowly turned his attention away from his parents and looked over at me, I beamed him a smile and ran over with a hug. “Hello, Dougie!! How have you been, did you miss me?!” He seemed caught off guard a bit and awkwardly placed his right hand around me in a one armed hug. “I’m doing fine Sarah. My winter break just started yesterday.” “That’s great” I said. “Now we will have more time to hang out like before!” That seemed to get more of a smile out of him as he responded “yeah! All my friends are away on vacation, so I thought this break was going to be boring.” “Yeah we could –“ “Sarah, go grab your luggage. We’re heading over to your uncle’s place now” my father interrupted. I quickly ran back to where my suitcase was and followed the adults as they made their way to the parking garage. The ride to my aunt’s place was rather uneventful, yet I still couldn’t get over the difference in weather a four hour flight could make. It still seemed so remarkable. We all followed, in single file, Uncle Greg as he made his way to the front door and unlocked it. “Sarah, honey, make sure you take off your shoes. The inside of the house is all carpet and just vacuumed, so we’d like to keep it clean. Thanks, dear!” my aunt instructed from the back of the line. “And Sarah, when you’re done, you can follow your uncle to the guest room where you’ll be staying. You can drop off your luggage and then join us in the dining room for some snacks. You must be starving after the airplane ride!” “That sounds great, Aunt Beth!” I responded. Uncle Greg led me up the stairs and into the guest room near the end of the hall on the second floor. On the way we passed by 2 rooms and a bathroom. I took a glance in both rooms and figured the one with all the toy models and comic books was definitely Dougie’s and the other relatively vanilla room with a queen sized bed must be where my parents would be staying. “Well, this is where you’ll be sleeping while you’re here Sarah. I hope it’ll do, but if you need anything, please let me or your aunt Beth know and we’ll do our best” said my uncle. “It looks great Uncle Greg, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I said. “Well, I’ll let you get comfortable. I gotta go help your aunt before she catches me slacking again!” joked my uncle. “Sure thing Uncle Greg, Thanks again” I laughed. I put my luggage and backpack down by the foot of the bed and immediately made my way to the window overlooking the backyard. I was elated to see that my aunt and uncle had a backdyard pool, and despite it being December, was still usable because of the warm weather. I was starting to get jealous of having to live in the cold all year round while it was so warm here. “Well, no point in thinking about it now.” I said to myself. I dug through my suitcase and changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts; much more suitable to the warm Arizona weather. Before I even made my way to the dining room, I heard the booming laughter of my dad. Sure enough as I entered, dad and Uncle Greg already had beers in hand as they continued to gossip. Mom and Aunt Beth were both stooped over some magazine as they threw their hands in the air, excitedly making motions while they chatted. “Oh Sarah, honey, we’re brewing some coffee now, but it’ll be a bit before its ready. There’s some light snacks here but If you want some real food to eat Dougie will show you to the kitchen and you can grab something there.” instructed my aunt as she pointed at Doug to help me. “Ok, thanks Aunt Beth.” I answered as Dougie and I made our way to the kitchen. As soon as we turned into the kitchen, my eyes noticed the jar of peanut butter on the kitchen table and I immediately knew what I wanted. For some reason, the thought of a PB&J sandwich seemed really enticing. “Hey Dougie, I think I’m going to just make a PB&J sandwich. You want one?” I asked. “Yeah, sure, I like PB&J sandwiches too. Most days, I eat them after I get home from school!” he exclaimed. As I grabbed the bread and started spreading the peanut butter, Dougie handed me the jar of strawberry jam. As I continued to concentrate on making our sandwiches, I couldn’t help but notice out of the corner of my eye that Dougie was sitting right across the table from me, motionless. When I looked up at him, he quickly looked back down. I didn’t think much of it at first, but as I was handing him his PB&J, he did the same thing, almost causing him to drop the sandwich altogether. I thought it was a little strange, but didn’t say anything. Halfway into my first bite, a little bit of jam dripped out and landed on my leg. As I went to wipe it off with a napkin, it suddenly dawned on me that because I was wearing a tanktop, I could see the top of my tits. So when I was bent over making the sandwiches, Dougie must’ve been staring right at my cleavage. With that realization, all of a sudden my face turned a little red. I didn’t know what to think. At first I instantly thought that it was wrong for him to do that, but then I realized that I was still just guessing. I wasn’t even sure if he did or didn’t look. Besides, I thought to myself, he’s 12. He’s at that age where he is probably first getting into girls and couldn’t help it. Regardless, I decided that I should make sure. “Dougie, you want a glass of milk with your PB&J? I always like a glass with mine!” I asked. With his mouth still full, all Dougie could do was just smile and nod. I grabbed the milk out of the fridge and turned around to grab two glasses from the cupboard behind me. From the reflection off the glass cupboard itself, I could see that his eyes were glued right on my ass and legs. I had changed into my running shorts, so I knew he was definitely getting an eyeful since I was reaching for the top shelf. But surprisingly, instead of feeling disgusted, it actually excited me. I knew that it was wrong, that besides being my cousin he was only 12 for goodness sake! Yet, still, I couldn’t help but take my sweet time and give him some extra few seconds for his eyes to linger. By the time I slowly turned back around, Dougie’s eyes were back looking at me again. His face was noticeably blushed, but he was doing his best not to give anything away. I set the two glasses on the table and began to pour, extra slowly. Again, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dougie’s eyes soaking in my cleavage. I couldn’t believe what I was doing! And even more, I couldn’t believe that it was such a turn on! “Well there’s no questioning it anymore” I thought to myself, “he’s definitely checking me out!” As I finished pouring and handed him his glass, Dougie quickly shot his eyes up towards my face. I did my best to not giggle and pretended that I didn’t notice anything wrong. I chatted with him as we ate our sandwiches. He told me all about how he had so many different teachers, one for each subject, but how it sucked that there wasn’t any more recess like in elementary school. He then told me that he got into reading comic books and loved all of the superhero movies. “Oh, Sarah, do you want to watch the avengers with me?! We have the DVD!” he said excitedly. Even though it didn’t sound too interesting to me, it was hard to turn down the look of excitement on his face. “Sure Dougie! You go grab it and I’ll go wait in the living room with you!” He ran off to his room to look for the DVD. As I made my way past the dining room, I noticed that my parents and aunt/uncle had made their way to the porch in the backyard. Dougie quickly popped the DVD in and took his seat on the other end of the 3 person couch. The movie actually had enough action and jokes to keep me interested. Looking at the hunk that was Captain America also wasn’t hurting my interest level either. “Hey Sarah, you want some ice cream while we watch?!” asked Dougie. “We have mint chocolate chip and –“ Rasing my hand, “Stop, you had me at mint chocolate chip” I said, smiling at him. “Ok I’ll get some” he laughed. He came back with 2 good sized bowls of ice cream and like a gentleman, asked me to pick which bowl. I grabbed one and began to dig in. After a few bites, the coldness that the dessert brought began to kick in and I moved my legs onto the middle section of the couch in an attempt to bundle myself up and keep warm. Almost immediately, I noticed that this had an effect on Dougie. He began to slowly take glances at my legs and feet. Again, I felt extremely turned on. But, this time, I no longer fought the feeling. I slowly extended my legs a little further out, until my feet were nearly by the side of his legs. I could see Dougie getting even more nervous and taking more and more glances. He was sitting straight up, but angled himself slightly so that if he wanted to switch his gaze from the movie to my legs, it wouldn’t look too obvious. I didn’t want to embarrass him or let him catch on that I was letting him get an eyeful so I just pretended to be occupied by the movie. After my last bite, I set the bowl down in front of me on the floor. I continued to let Dougie take his glances, and was actually hoping he would try and go for a feel, but no such luck. I forgot that even if his hormones were starting to kick in, he was still an extremely shy 12 year old kid. I felt the need to go to the bathroom, so as I swung my legs off the couch to stand up, I was suddenly met with the unwelcome feeling of ice cream on my left foot. “Ah!!!” “It’s so cold!!” I shrieked. I quickly picked my feet off the floor and held them up in such a way that Dougie could see what the commotion was about. “Hehehe” he giggled. “Oh you think that’s funny, do you Dougie?” I said, with a smile. “Well I bet you won’t find it funny when I wipe it on your shirt!” as I began to half-heartedly aim my feet at the front of his shirt. Catching an ankle in each hand, “Hey my mom just got this shirt for me! She’ll kill me if it gets dirty already!” he fired back while laughing. “Well you better find some way to get it off!” I joked, “Or I’m going to wipe it on your face!” These words just about froze him. As soon as I said it, he subconsciously licked his lips. He was floored by the opportunity that I just gave him but at the same time was afraid to do anything in case I was just joking. Seeing his predicament, I decided to take away any fear. “C’mon. I dare you to lick it off” I playfully taunted. “I bet you’re scared to!” I said, with a smile. With those words, a smile almost instantly came across his face as he realized that he wouldn’t get in trouble if he did. Still, extra cautiously, he picked up my left foot and slowly licked the sole, maintaining eye contact the entire time, seeing if there was any reaction from me. Instead, I just continued to smile at him. “Well you better hurry up before I change my mind and use your face instead!” I teased. “And you better make sure you get all of it!” I added. Hearing that, Dougie no longer showed any hesitation. He slowly licked my sole from the beginning of my toes all the way to my heel. Then very softly, moved back to my toes and slowly slid my big toe into his mouth and lightly sucked. The feeling was exhilarating. I never really had much of a foot fetish, but given the situation we were in, it was such a turn on. I could feel my pussy getting wet and was so tempted to just slide my hand down my shorts and play with myself while Dougie continued to worship me feet. Seeing that I wasn’t freaking out, he moved on from my big toe to the others, making sure to enjoy each one. He took more and more time as he made his way to my pinky toe and by the time he got there, my foot was more of a mess than before he started! And he looked like he was in heaven! Finally, I said “I think you got it all Dougie” – snapping him away from his personal euphoria. “Oh sor..sorry” he stammered, as he quickly let go of my foot. His face had all of a sudden turned red again, and just like that, he was back to his shy self. Not wanting to embarrass him, I quickly grabbed my left foot and brought it close to me and pretended to inspect his work. “Well looks like I was wrong and you weren’t scared! And you definitely did a good job” I said while playfully laughing at him. “Of course!” he joked. “I love mint chocolate chip ice cream!” he said, in an attempt to save himself. We cheerfully watched the rest of the movie, laughing with each other every time the Hulk said a one-liner. When we finished, the parents had made their way back into the house and were preparing to cook dinner. “Dougie, if you guys are done with the movie, you should go show your cousin the pool!” my Aunt said. “It’s not good for you to stay indoors all the time.” “But mom, I don’t want to go swimming.” “But honey, your cousin probably does. She’s been stuck in the winter for the last few months unlike you!” she said, slowly poking at Dougie’s chest. Dougie’s face seemed almost a little panicky and was definitely flushed. Then I realized that he was probably a little embarrassed to be in a bathing suit because he was a little chubby. Why can’t parents ever see when they’re embarrassing their child? “But mom, please don’t –“ “Hey Dougie, how about we go outside and play with your water guns instead?!” I interjected. “Yeah”, “let’s do that instead!” he shouted. “I’ll go grab them from the garage and I’ll meet you outside.” I smiled quietly to myself as I looked at his enthusiasm and then headed back upstairs to change into my bathing suit. As I took my shorts off, I realized that my panties were absolutely soaked. I couldn’t believe just how wet this 12 year old had me! Realizing this little window of time I had alone, I quickly shut the door and locked it. I crawled up on the bed and my fingers expertly found my clit. I was so horny already that I didn’t even have to wet my fingers, instead wasting no time in slowly rubbing my little knob. As I continued to play with myself, I slowly closed my eyes and reviewed what happened on the coach an hour earlier. Only this time, instead of just sitting there letting Dougie work, I stuck my fingers down my shorts and began playing with myself. I inserted one finger, than two, in my pussy as I stared right at Dougie sucking on my toes. Slowly I began to pick up pace, fucking myself faster and faster, all the while Dougie was sucking on my toes with more and more passion. Soon enough both of us could hear the sounds coming from my pussy and my own breathing becoming louder and louder as I gasped for more and more air. Dougie moved from one foot to the other and with his free hand, softly began to caress my calves and thighs. Fully succumbing to the moment, I raise my hips and slid my shorts down to my knees, giving Dougie a perfect view of my shaved pussy. I switched between fingering myself and rubbing my clit and soon enough, that familiar feeling came. As I fucked myself even faster, I gripped my teeth and forgetting all else, screamed in elation “oh my gooood, I’m cuummming!!” As I slowed my hands down, my body gradually began to come back down to earth. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my room. Looking down, my hands were now drenched in my juices. With no hesitation, I slowly sucked the juices off of each finger, just like how Dougie did with my toes. Finally, after fully relaxing and regaining my senses again, I moved to my suitcase in search of my bikini. I had only packed one and since I knew it was going to be just a family gathering, it wasn’t anything too special or revealing; just an ordinary 2 piece bikini in a solid aquamarine blue color. But with that being said, I was sure me in any 2 piece bikini was definitely going to catch the attention of Dougie. Despite what I had just done, I was actually still looking forward to teasing him again. I quickly grabbed my ipad and the pool bag mom had packed for me and headed towards the backyard.

Shy country girl Saffron was just 18 when her cousin Charles took her to London for the evening. She thought they would see a West End Show, but Charles took her to a seedy strip club instead. Saffron Schoolgirl? Stripper? Hooker? Pt 1 Saffron slipped ever lower into her chair as the stripper twirled around the silver pole on a dias just feet from where she sat with her cousin Charles and his friend Sebastian. Already completely naked the slim blonde girl just gyrated aimlessly around the pole as she waited for the song to finish. Saffron had watched with a sort of detached interest as the girl had inelegantly discarded her costume mis timing her moves so the men had lost interest before her spot ended and were back talking to their friends by the time she stepped down to mingle with customers. Saffron couldn't understand why the girl hadn't timed things to bring interest to a peak as she finished her routine, surely it was common sense? Saffron reasoned. Surely it was a basic principle of performance art, while the routine itself was merely simple gymnastics, it really did seem a poor effort. It wasn't Saffron's idea to go to a strip club, she hated going out with Sebastian but her mother insisted she be chaperoned by 'Someone Responsible,' to 'The Opera,' but in her mother's eyes Sebastian was responsible and going out with him was one of the few ways Saffron could escape her mother's over protective clutches. "Tina Ladies and Gentlemen," Harry Styles the compere for the evening announced as the song ended and Tina walked off the stage, mingling with the seedy middle aged men at the bar. The next girl, Lana, a little petite Indian wearing a sari, walked on next and nodded to Harry, the music started, sexy seductive and entirely the wrong track, Lana stood hands on hips glaring at Harry who took an age to realise. "Track seven," Lana said, "Bollywood nights!" and Harry struggled to change the track on the CD player, finally the Indian beat started and Saffron watched and wondered exactly how she would make removing a sari look sexy, she didn't learn much as the girl had very little idea on how to make removing a sari sexy either, funny yes, the long silk trousers she wore beneath did a great job of tangling around her feet as she tried to swing round the pole and at least got a half decent laugh as the drunk guys cheered. "Wouldn't mind giving her one!" Charles laughed. "What, hardly your type old chap," Sebastian chuckled, "I thought you liked double D's I've seen quail's eggs bigger than her tits!" "Hah bloody hah," Charles asked, "Enjoying 'The Opera' Saff?" "No, actually," Saffron replied, "For gods sake why bring me here?" "Got to keep you safe old love, some chap might take one look at your wooly cardigan and pounce," he laughed. "Hugely funny," Saffron agreed a she sat feeling extremely foolish in her long black bare shouldered gown over which she had pulled her black cardigan. She didn't actually mind not going to the Opera at Covent Garden despite blowing £100 on a pair of tickets but they had promised her a night club not a strip club. She stood up abruptly, "Where are you going?" Sebastian asked. "Ladies," she said. "Have a crafty wank eh!" Charles laughed, "I always knew you were a dyke." "Moron," Saffron retorted and she swept across the floor skirting the dias as she headed for the rest room. "Big hand for," Harry said as he saw Saffron approach and before he realised she wasn't actually a stripper, "Oh, sorry, wrong girl!" Saffron just needed some air, she checked her makeup, washed her hands, and was startled to see Harry walk into the Ladies. "You're not the new girl then?" he said, "Only we're supposed to have a new girl." "Get out!" she snapped. "It's all right no offence," he said, "I can see you aren't the type." "What type?" Saffron demanded. "Fit athletic," he said, "You're not a dancer you're more the elegant wallflower type." "I could dance a dammed sight better than those two!" Saffron insisted, "What on earth was that last girl thinking about!" "That's the trouble love, can't get the staff," he admitted. "I mean it's only a bit of performance art with some gymnastics, and of course choreographed to suit the music." Saffron rationalised. "To you maybe, but like I said we can't get the staff." Harry admitted, "You know when we started we had some top gymnasts performing on that pole," he lied wistfully, "Now they just trip over their trousers." "Poor girl, I suppose it's what she wears." Saffron agreed. "What Lana, Ha, no she's a muslim, she wears one of those tent things, no we got a whole room of costumes," Harry chuckled, "All velcro and sloppy elastic!" "Ha!" Saffron laughed. "No honest," Harry insisted, "Its not Miss Selfridge, more like Oxfam, but we got quite a range." "Really" Saffron replied disinterestedly. "If you reckon you could do better?" he said, "Why not give it a go?" "Dressed like this?" Saffron asked sarcastically. "Then like I said we have a wardrobe department!" he laughed, "I'll get one of the girls to give you a hand if you like!". "No thanks," Saffron laughed. "OK," he said, "So why are you here if you not interested, because obviously you are?" The door opened and Tina came in, Harry turned to her and said, "Madam here reckons she a hot shot dancer and could knock spots off you lot!" he suggested. "Like to see her try," Tina sneered, "God where did you come from Covent Garden?" "It's a long story," Saffron sighed. "So honestly you reckon you can dance better that me?" Tina asked. "Uh, yes," Saffron agreed. "So prove it," Tina challenged, "Show us how it should be done. Put up or shut up!" "Ok, I will!" Saffron agreed, "So, like, where are the costumes?" "Through here," Tina explained and she winked at Harry as she opened a door Saffron thought was a broom cupboard but in fact led to a small room crammed with costumes, some outlandish, some minimalist, dresses and skirts hung on free standing racks marked 'Marks and Spencer' , hung on hooks on the walls and stored in boxes on waist high units around the sides of the room, "Clothes, shoes, undies," Tina pointed in succession, "What do you want?" "School girl?" Saffron suggested. "Ankle socks, white shirt, velcro bra, black velcro skirt, velcro thong, what size shoe?" Tina asked, "Velcro shirt or tied?" "Sorry, velcro shirt?" Saffron asked. "Either you wear one open but tied at the front, or you can have a velcro strip down the front so it pulls off, actually there is one with a strip down the back somewhere, and some with the tie sewn in." Tina explained, "Stockings go down well." "Right, oh size seven shoes," Saffron added. "Right, new thong," Tina said handing a tiny piece of lace to Saffron, "Rip it off, its velcro but we cant use it again, and velcro shirt, ankle socks times two, bra?" "Uh, C or D depends," Saffron confirmed. "Squeeze them in a C!" Tina chuckled, as she found a tired looking white bra, "Shoes, and a tie, velcro round the back but it ties as well. "Is this clean?" Saffron asked. "No, not all of it, the socks are, thong's new, but the rest helps you get in character doesn't it, who wants a stripper who stinks of Fabreeze?" Tina said, "And the dressing room is over there!" Tina said pointing to a curtain closing off part of the end of the room, "Pick an empty locker!" Saffron pulled the curtain aside and found a dressing table and half a dozen full height lockers, she swished the curtain behind her found and empty locker and began to get changed, hanging her expensive gown up before sorting out her new 'kit' as she thought of it. It all seemed very exciting, like the build up to a hockey match, or the gymnastic performances which she loved but never quite made the grade at in a school which had provided Olympic finalists, anywhere else she ruefully considered she would have been exceptional and tonight she would show them. Saffron squeezed her D cup boobies into the C cup bra, slipped off her own M+S panties and dark pantihose pulled on white ankle socks and the new thong, pulled the skirt around her, fastened the shirt and tied her tie, she slipped on the skeletal black high heels and made sure she could actually walk in them.. "Jacket!" said Tina, "And satchel, take them off before you get to the pole!" "Right," said Saffron, "I suppose I had better let my hair down?" she added and she pulled the hair grips so her long honey blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders. "How do I look?" she asked. "OK," Tina confirmed. "I look like a little tart don't I!" Saffron giggled delightedly, you're right, I feel different, like in character, I even smell different!" "Moth balls," said Tina, "Are you ready because I'll tell Harry." "Music!" Saffron queried. "Try 'Take my Breath away,' fourteen on the play list, you know it?" Saffron nodded and Tina shouted "Vixen, track 14!" to Harry. "Vixen?" Saffron queried. "Well you don't use your own name do you?" Tina queried, "I mean Marquela Rodriguez de Santiago doesn't exactly roll off the tongue like 'Tina' does it?" "No," Saffron agreed as the name rang some kind of bell in the recesses of her mind. "You're on!" Tina said, "Go!" and she swung the dressing room door open. It led to a corridor, and another door, "Vixen ladies and gentlemen!" Harry announced and almost no one looked up as Saffron walked across to the dias, set down her school bag, peeled off her jacket and as the music started she began to dance. No one took and real notice as she swung from the pole, even when she had one foot high above her head, until she pulled the shirt open. Heads turned her way, so she folded the bra cups down to release her boobies and climbed the pole again, pulling her skirt well up under her boobies so her thong was clearly displayed and then in a master stroke she pulled her thong off and again did the splits on the pole one leg almost straight down the other almost straight up leaving her cunt and soft golden pubic hair completely displayed. Saffron was tiring now, she guessed she was two thirds through the three minute record and worried she had gone too fast, maybe it was not as easy as she thought, but people were nudging each other and watching her. She lost the shirt, slipping it elegantly from her arms as she twirled but she kept the school tie on. She analysed the public reaction, they liked seeing her sex, she rationalised so she decided to show even more as she gyrated facing away from the pole now, sometimes upright with her leg spread sometimes upside down, and then the music stopped. Saffron was completely caught out upside down half way through a move, as Harry said, "And a big hand for 'Vixen' ladies and gentlemen. "Wayhay!" someone shouted, as a few people clapped and the middle aged men leered. "Get a drink at the bar," Harry said quietly, "Tina's on next." Saffron looked around but Harry had already tidied away her discarded clothes so she put her boobies back in the bra cups as best she could and smoothed down her skirt before heading for the bar. Her heart thumped as adrenalin coursed through her veins, "Vodka and slimline," she ordered. "I'll get this," a man old enough to be her father said reassuringly. "Thanks!" Saffron said, "Whew that was intense!" "Made you all horny did it?" he asked. "No, exhilarated, excited and, what are you doing!" she hissed as his fingers slid under her skirt. "Liar, you're soaking, we could see your cunt glistening on stage," he said as he eased a digit into her sopping hole, "How much for extras?" Saffron thought quickly, shocked at his proposal, "More than you can afford!" she said as Barry the barman handed her a slimline and a pack of three condoms. "How much?" he asked. "Five hundred pounds." she snapped choosing a ridiculous figure. He took ten fifties from a roll in his inside pocket and another single fifty, "Better have the key Barry boy!" he laughed. "Uh," Saffron gulped, shocked yet exhilarated, as Barry took the money and handed over the key to the 'private' room. "I'll keep it for you see, we keep fifty per cent for commission see," Barry confirmed. Saffron froze but the fingers were inside her and she felt hot and yes horny as the stranger took her arm and led her to the locked door to the room with 'Private' stencilled in gold on the dark wood, he turned the key, let her in and and then locked the door behind them. "I can't get it up see," he said conspiratorially, "You won't let on will you?" "No, not if you're good with your fingers," Saffron agreed. There was a big TV screen, a buttoned leather couch and a single bed in the room and he switched the TV on, the club interior filled the screen as Tina swung around the pole in a dazzling display of athleticism. "Oh fucking bollocks!" Saffron gasped, "Look at that." "I would rather look at you, pull your skirt up," the man said, "I'm John by the way," he lied. "Vicky," Saffron lied in her turn as she lifted her skirt. "Oh blimey, I'm getting hard," John gasped, "On the bed, you on top?" "That's extra," Saffron tried. "Another five?" John tried, and when Saffron frowned he said "Hundred, five hundred!" "Why not!" Saffron agreed and she took a condom and waited as he pulled down his grey trousers and white Y fronts to reveal a rather small half erect penis. It twitched as Saffron rolled a condom over it, twitched and grew stiffer, grew an inch and he lay back imagining she was his daughter about to bounce on his cock as she imagined his cock was a soft latex dildo as she squirmed around until she was in position to slide down on John's cock. She felt him against her, latex covered cock against soft pink cunt lips, easing her aside as he gently invaded her or as she gradually engulfed him as she lowered herself down. Suddenly the tension eased, her breathing slowed, her crotch bottomed against his balls and she began to hump him, grinding against him in a frenzy of repressed sexual energy. "Yes, Yes!" she gasped as Barry watched the action on the small monitor he had behind the bar where he could keep an eye on the punters and make sure they didn't mark the girls He saw Tina was finished on stage so switched his monitor feed to the big 64 inch screen on the wall of the club, "Whoooo!" the cheer went up, "Atta boy Phil!" "You said he couldn't get it up?" 'John's' friend Duggie hissed to Tina as she came to the bar. "I told him you couldn't either!" she lied. Saffron was just getting into her stride when 'John' cried out "Oh Jackie Daddy loves you!" and started to cum, she stared in disbelief at his ecstatic face and bulging eyes as he shot his load in complete abandon, his legs shaking in reaction as his heart rate went through the roof. "Thank you, thank you!" he gasped. "Where the fuck's Saffron gone?" Charles asked Sebastian "Ladies, half an hour ago, must have fallen in!" Sebastian replied as they watched Vixen fucking a middle aged man on screen without the slightest notion that Vixen was in fact Saffron. The screen flicked off as Harry picked up the microphone, "And now Ladies and Gentlemen from the sound stages of India's film Industry, please give a big hand for our own queen of Bollywood, Lana!" This time Harry picked the right CD and the bhangra beat blared from the speakers . Saffron dejectedly threw the condom in the bin and followed 'John' back to the bar. Men pawed her, grabbing her breasts which chafed on the borrowed ill fitting bra so she pulled it off. Other men caressed her legs and put their hands up her skirt, arousing her to a peak. "God I need a cock," she said almost to herself. "One at a time gents," Barry said calmingly, "Right what am I bid?" "Twenty quid!" Charles laughed. "Funny, how about two fifty, three, three and a half," Barry said with the practised ease of an auctioneer taking bids off the walls and ceiling to get things moving. "Five," a well dressed man announced. "And a half," his friend chipped in. "Seven Fifty!" he retorted. "Eight, eight fifty, any advance on eight fifty? Barry asked. "Sebastian," Charles said awkwardly, "You know Saffron?" "Nine hundred and ninety nine pounds ninety nine pee," the well dressed man insisted. "Of course I know Saffron," Sebastian countered. "Any advance on a thousand?" Barry asked. "That girl being auctioned looks like her!" Charles said incredulously. "Going once!" "Oh just imagine if it was! you would be so dead!" Sebastian gulped "Going twice," "How much cash have you got?" Charles asked "Then, 'Bang' she's all yours sir!" Barry beamed, "I'll keep the money safe sir and here is your one pee change!" He paid by debit card, £999.99, "You had better be worth it," he declared, "Shall we?" He led Saffron to the back room, Tina was sitting on the bed busily sucking an ageing man's cock to life, "Don't mind them," the man said as he stood behind Saffron and cupped her breasts, "You remind me of my daughter." he said. "Oh, right," Saffron agreed, "It's probably the uniform?" "Probably," he agreed and he slipped three fingers into Saffron's willing cunt, "That and the fact she fucks all comers for money, drug habit I'm afraid, you?" "Credit cards," Saffron lied, "I went mad when I got my student loan." "Easily done," he agreed as he took off his jacket and shirt, "How shall we do this?" "Doggy style?" Saffron suggested. "What Anal?" he asked. "No, unless?" she asked. "No thank you!" he insisted, "No I want your nice warm moist cunt young lady." "And I want your big juicy cock inside me," Saffron agreed quite truthfully, as she knelt by the bed and waited He dropped his trousers and Saffron eased a condom over his long thick shaft and then she leaned over the bed so her ass was raised and available. He was on her in seconds, his fingers spreading her cunt lips as he guided the purple tip of his thick pink cock inside her stretching her as he eased his full length inside her before he began to thrust energetically into her arousing her even more until she cried out in ecstasy, "God I need you," she wailed, "Fuck me you bastard." "Good girl," he said, "Now calm down or it will be over far too soon." "I want to cum!" Saffron pleaded, "Need to you don't understand" "Yes I do," he said and he moved his hands to cup her breasts and started to tweak her nipples, "Come for me baby!" he whispered, "You've been a good girl and daddy says you can cum, cum for me baby." Rushing wind and flame seared Saffron's mind as his words conjoured visions that threatened to tear her in half and his pistoning cock crushing her clit against the mattress sent sensations of peasure and pain coursing through her consciousness until quite suddenly, like falling over a waterfall into deep space, her relief came, gently yet overwhelmingly emptying her mind of everything but her cunt and his cock as she waited in vain for the quenching jet of love juice to fill her every cavity and make everything perfect. "Good girl," he said as he pumped his jism into the condom, "Good girl." He held her for a moment as they stilled and then gently eased out of her, "That was a bloody expensive five minutes," he laughed and as he dressed he added, "I'll keep an eye out for you!" Saffron pushed past the crowds and headed for the Ladies, Tina was there checking her makeup, "I won I think!" she declared. Saffron looked confused so Tina continued, "They asked the people to vote when you were doing private time and I had more votes, Barry kept score." "I thought you won, from what I saw," Saffron agreed, "Where on earth did you learn to dance like that." "I used to be a Gymnast," Tina admitted, "But, I kept getting injured, and if you're injured you don't perform well and if you don't do well you can't get funding, so this way I pay my mortgage, I have my day job in the office and I still have fun," Tina continued, "But I can't do a dance that intense four times a night seven nights a week, and nor can you, so calm down, look confused clumsy, make the guys feel sorry for you and then you'll get lots of private time to pay the bills." "I guess," Saffron said, "I can only get away week ends anyway." Harry opened the door, "They are asking for you, both of you, Phyllis is on next, do you want to do another dance Vicky?" "He means you!" Tina explained, "Do you want to dance again or do you want to make some money?" "Actually," Saffron admitted, "I just want to get laid, these old guys are so frustrating!" "You want to do a double with Danny?" Harry asked. "No, I don't do girls," Saffron explained. Harry laughed, "Danny is many things but a girl isn't one of them." "The black guy," Tina advised, "The tall thin doorman, he does double dances sometimes but he is a big boy, not to be taken lightly if you see what I mean!" "Well in that case," Saffron laughed, "Bring it on!" "Show her what to do," Harry asked and he returned to his microphone. "Vicky, this is Danny," Tina introduced them, "Vicky said about dancing with you?" "Sure, but we need to work up a routine!" Danny explained. "Danny," Tina butted in, "All you ever do is carry the girl around on your cock and jig around." "Hey," he said, "I'm an artiste." "How difficult can it be," Saffron asked but Danny pulled his pants down and Saffron saw the problem, the biggest cock she has ever seen. "Ah, right, I see!" she agreed, "Maybe I'll pass." "You come around early tomorrow, we'll practice." he suggested. "So what shall we do?" Saffron asked. "Back to the bar, put a shirt on!" Tina suggested. Saffron found her white shirt among the discarded clothes Harry had dumped in the clothes room an she made her way back to the bar. "Thought you were doing a dance with Danny," Harry chuckled as she passed. "No way, he's far too big," Saffron giggled. "I thought that's what you girl's like?" Harry suggested, "Why don't you have a play with a dildo see how much you can take." "Harry!" Saffron exclaimed, "Harry!" she said in surprise as he took a card with seven different dildoes from six inch to fourteen inches tied to it from behind his desk. "If you get the black one up I'll send Danny out!" he laughed "You must be joking!" she gasped. "I'll put the spotlight on you," Harry chuckled and he announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, who wants to see Little Vicky versus the Dildo?" "Harry!" Saffron gasped, but the dias was in front of her and the spotlight was tracking towards her. "Who wants to bet she can't take the black one?" Harry asked but there were no takers. "Just start wanking," he suggested, "Harry!" she protested. "Get the black one up I'll send Danny out!" he announced to the room and he winked. "I can't," she said as he handed her a sachet of lube. "Vicky ladies and Gentlemen," Harry announced. Saffron looked at the expectant faces peering at her as she held the dildoes, she felt foolish, and horny all at the same time. She sat down on the dias, her back against the pole, lubed the smallest dildo and eased it between her pussy lips, she grinned, pulled it out and chose the next size, this time she licked the end, it tasted of plastic, peered at it and eased it inside herself with no drama. She smiled working the audience, tied the dildo back onto the card, and chose the next one, she also tied the smallest one back into place and then she eased the third inside her, again it slipped easily inside her, so she removed it and skipped two sizes. Her skirt was getting in the way so she pulled it up under her breasts and then the shirt tails were in the way so she pulled the shirt open and slipped it off and only then did she take the large red dildo and lick the tip seductively. Saffron placed the large bulbous red end of the dildo against her pussy lips, she gasped theatrically as pushed it up inside herself, as by now a crowd had formed as punters surrounded the dias, to see the show. A pint beer mug was filling with notes as it was passed around and towards the back of the crowd Sebastian and Charles were arguing, "It is Saff!" "No, it can't be!" they argued as two, three, four inches of dildo spread Saffron's young vagina. pressing against her clit from the inside sending little spikes of pleasure coursing through her consciousness until real gasps replaced the theatrical ones. She she gasped and closed her eyes as she eased the dildo inside her, spreading and filling her ever more completely. "Go on!" someone shouted, "More!" Saffron obliged easing it ever further inside her spreading stretching but frustratingly cold and inert, she tried humping it but it still remained rigid when she wanted a warm pulsing plibale yet rigid cock. "More!" the audience laughed, "Try the black one," they said referring to the biggest of the set of Dildoes. "One more!" Harry laughed, "The yellow one!" "What?" Saffron asked. "Try the next," he repeated. "Oh," Saffron said, "Gosh," as she came back to her senses, "Yes the yellow one." Now she had to raise herself up, in fact it was easier to put the end on the floor and sink down on it, she spread her pussy lips and eased the tip between then she eased downwards, pain and pleasure mingled, she eased down further and suddenly she slipped her weight came onto the dildo and it forced agonisingly deep inside her, "No!" she protested as she fell forward inelegantly. "And the black one!" Harry suggested and he called Danny forward, a great cheer went up, Saffron thought it was because she fell forward and impaled herself but Danny had appeared from behind Harry, Danny the black doorman, now dressed in a black sleeveless leather jerkin and black knee length boots, he strode across the room his monster cock fully erect and already sheathed with a black condom, as he approached the pole from directly behind Saffron. He put his hands on her shoulders and whispered, "Time for the black one doll!" "Uh?" Saffron queried. Danny's big black hand eased the red dildo from Saffron's vagina and idly tossed it away. He put one arm around her middle, eased her up and with his other hand he guided his massive black cock at her sweet pink cunt as he held her bent from the waist. "No!" Saffron gasped but Danny knew what he was doing and his cock eased so gently inside her, spreading her vagina, stretching it past its limits as she gradually accepted his intrusion, "Oh god it's huge! Oh fuck!" she protested, "Oh my god!" Her mind shut down as he began to hump her, with six to two inches of black shaft still visible beyond her pussy lips as he thrust into her as he turned her around so she could hold on to the pole. She gasped and mouthed 'No' wordlessly his cock battered against the neck of her womb the sensations of pain and pleasure mingled in her mind making her breath rasp in ragged gasps as she began falling, falling falling, falling thousands of feet through fluffy marshmallow clouds of ice cold fire and her crotch began to explode like a thermo nuclear bomb. "Slow down, it's a show OK?" Danny hissed as Saffron swayed and moaned and squeezed her cunt muscles as she became completely oblivious to the audience. His balls were now slapping against her crotch as his energetic humping forced his massive cock ever deeper inside her. "Oh fuck!" he hissed as he started twitching and started to shoot his load, "Noooo," he gasped as the veins on his cock bulged as it twitched in ecstasy as he pumped the condom full of his jism. "Wha?" Saffron protested, "Is that it?" He reacted angrily, "You stupid bitch, that was un professional!" he complained, as he pulled out of her and ran off stage. "Fuck," Saffron gasped and instead of taking a bow she grabbed the largest Dildo from the set, stood it on end and slid down on it and began to hump herself to that elusive orgasm. "Vixen Ladies and Gentlemen!" Harry announced and he hissed, "For gods sake get her off as the audience started shouting and whooping. Danny threw his jeans on and came back to the stage and with Harry's help they carried Saffron off stage still with the monster dildo deep inside her and sat her down in the Ladies lavatory where they left her to calm down. "Bloody amateurs," Harry cursed theatrically as he saw the tips glass was filled to overflowing. "Never again," Danny agreed, "Damn bitch made me cum!" "We saw!" Harry agreed, "You were supposed to make her cum, I guess you should be back on the door?" "Sure!" Danny agreed, "I need the rest." Harry returned to the microphone, "And next Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced, "We have," and he searched in vain for his notes. A commotion erupted at the entrance door, "You can't come in," Danny protested, but there was a splintering crash and the door flew open. "Police!" someone shouted as Danny hit the panic button. In the ladies lavatory a red light suddenly flashed just as Saffron was washing the monster dildo as she looked at her dishevelled appearance in a mirror while slowly winding down from her high. She knew it was some kind of alarm but didn't know what to do. Tina rushed in looking for her, "Vicky, that's the alarm, time to get dressed and get out of here," she shouted and when she saw Saffron she added, "Quick, follow me!" "Oh right," Saffron agreed, wearily then with the realisation she could be in serious trouble adrenalin kicked in and they rushed to the changing room, Phyllis whom Saffron had not met was already leaving, rushing out of the door with her yellow miniskirt twisted. Saffron pulled off her skirt and kicked off her heels, she grabbed her own elegant black dress and threw it on and threw the cardigan over the top. She kicked off her socks, then taking a plastic bag from her handbag she threw her bra shoes, panties and pantihose in to it and rushed back to the ladies. She bolted a cubicle and quickly tidied herself, slipping her bra back on, her panties, pantihose and shoes and then went to the mirror and pinned her hair back up. The loo door flew open. "All right, lets be having you!" a policeman declared. "What?" Saffron replied indignantly. "Sorry Miss, we're looking for strippers and prostitutes," he said apologetically. "Well I should look then, if I were you," she said haughtily. "Yes miss, thank you miss," he said and he turned and walked out. Saffron breathed a huge sigh of relief and followed the policeman back towards the bar where she looked for Sebastian and Charles. She saw them among a group of men in the corner corralled by policemen and asked to be let through, "So who were you with miss?" the constable asked . "Sebastian and Charles," she said pointing, "They said this was a night club, but well to be honest I spent more time in the loo, it's disgusting but they just laughed when I wanted to go home." "Right, Sebastian Fettle and Charles Peak," he said, "Strangely enough they don't appear on the police computer. "Try Melcombe and Fanshawe-Dyce," Saffron insisted, "I'm Saffron Melcombe, Sebastian's cousin." "And you'll vouch for them?" he asked as he put the new names into his computer, "You all live in Pewsey is that right?" "Oh yes," Saffron agreed, "Look, can we go only we have a train to catch." "I suppose," he agreed, and he called Charles and Seb over, "Right you two hop it, and next time you take your Cousin out you do not take her to a knocking shop, get my meaning?" "Uh, yes, no, we won't," Charles agreed. "Good, then I'll let you go on your way!" the policeman advised and he let them pass, "We haven't got enough cells anyway." They walked away as fast as they could, down the stairs to street level, past the shattered door and away down the street. They walked in silence, "I'm never going back there again," Charles insisted. "Nor me," Sebastian agreed. "Well I am," Saffron insisted, "They owe me for that private time." "Was that you dancing Saff?" Charles asked, "Only when you went a stunning blonde stripper came out, and when she went you came back and." "Yes," Saffron agreed. "Will you dance for us?" Sebastian asked. "On one condition!" Saffron agreed, "No one must tell mother what happened, and." "That's two," Charles pointed out, "I get an orgasm," Saffron explained, "Deal?" "So like we pay some gigolo?" Sebastian asked, "Some big black dude to fuck you." "Or we could maybe?" Charles suggested. "We couldn't fuck Saff she's a mate," Sebastian pointed out. "Speak for yourself," Charles said and he took Saffron's hand and stopped and went down on one knee. "Saffron, can I fuck you some time?" he asked. "Of course you can," she said. "Five hundred pounds seems to be the going rate." "Oh," he said. To be continued. Part 2 published 30 August 2015

Hey there. I'm Ricky. This is a sex story series thats based on true events. In this sex story, I meet two of my bestest friends at a strip club they work at. This series is about the sexual adventures that JessiKa, Serana and I have had together. This is part one. JessiKa and Serana Part 1 By Ricky. I was bored and had nothing to do. I haven't seen Shiana, the first woman to fuck me in the ass for a while. I was alone in my apartment. I started watching porn on my phone and was in the mood for strippers/pole dancers/exotic dancers, so that's what I was looking at. I just watched them. I didn't even masturbate. Eventually, I decided that I should go to a real strip club. There was a strip club that I've always wanted to check out. A strip club called "the Red Garter". So, I grabbed all of my money and drove to the Red Garter. I went inside and the place was loaded with the most beautiful and sexiest women that I have ever seen. I looked around for a little bit and watched a stripper pole dance her sexy little ass off. I had seen these two strippers walking with each other fully nude, over by the bar. They were holding each other in their arms. They were slowly and passionately French kissing each other. My dick got hard and bulged through my shorts. I decided to talk to them. I got up and walked over to them. One stripper had long brunette hair and had small boobs. The other stripper had long blonde hair and the most perfect set of breasts that I have ever seen. They stopped making out and started looking at me. They smirked. "Hey there, big boy," One Stripper said. "Um...hey. I'm Ricky," I said. "Hi, Ricky. I'm JessiKa. Spelled with a capital 'K'. And this is like my wife, Serana," JessiKa said. "Wow. You two are actually married?" I asked. "Yes, we are. We're proudly married lesbians," Serana said. "Thats fucking awesome," I said. I tried to figure out what to say but I was too nervous to say anything. These two women are the most beautiful and sexiest strippers the Red Garter has. "So....would you like to totally hire us for a double fully nude lap dance?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah. Sure. Are you guys okay with that?" I asked. "Were like totally okay with it, Ricky," JessiKa said. "Well, okay then. Let's go to the private area," I said. JessiKa and Serana both put their arms around my waist and walked with me to the private area. I sat down in the chair as the curtain got closed shut. JessiKa and Serana surrounded me and started giving me a double fully nude lap dance. "So, like, is this your first time coming to the Red Garter?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah. This is actually my first time coming to a strip club. And wow. You two are amazing!" I said. "Really? This is your first time coming to a strip club?" Serana asked. "Yeah," I said. "What made you decide to come here?" Serana asked. "Can I be honest with you guys?" I asked. "Oh, you can like totally be honest with us, Ricky!" JessiKa said. "Yeah. We don't tell anyone anything about what our customers say to us," Serana said. "Okay....phew.. I was on my phone at my apartment, bored out of my mind. So, I decided to start looking at porn," I said. "Ooooh. We like totally love porn!" JessiKa said. "Yeah. We watch it together all the time on our TV," Serana said. "What kind of porn were you like watching?" JessiKa asked. "I was watch strippers pole dance. I then thought that I should go to an actual strip club. I haven't seen a naked woman after I haven't seen one of my best friend's in a while," I said. "Who is this friend of yours?" Serana asked. "An incredible woman named 'Shiana'. She was a best friend with benefits. I haven't seen her in a while, so I decide to come here," I said. "Well, hopefully, you and Shiana will see each other again soon," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both started smothering my face with their boobs. My dick got harder than before. "So, like, what is so special about Shiana?" JessiKa asked. "Well, Shiana had convinced me to do something with her, sexually. It was one of the best sexual experiences that I have ever had. In fact, I now LOVE and CRAVE it. I haven't been able to find anyone that would be willing to do to me what Shiana did to me," I said. "Well, it like sounds like she's opened your mind and your sexual energy," JessiKa said. "She did. Anyways, enough about me. I would like to hear about you two," I said. "What would you like to know?" Serana asked. "What do you guys do for sexual entertainment/sexual pleasure?" I asked. "Well, there are like A LOT of things we like to do sexually. Like, here's an example. Serana and I get gangbanged by all of our male friends from our friend group at the beginning of every weekend. We literally don't stop getting fucked until all of our fuckholes are like filled with cum," JessiKa said. "Yeah. Not only that, at the end of every weekend, we have a bukkake fest with those same male friends," Serana said. "Holy fuck," I said. "What else would you like to know?" Serana asked. "Tell me about yourselves," I said. "Well, we're both twenty two years old. We're both married, have TONS of ridiculous amounts of sex with each other and with other people. We love using strapons on each other," Serana said. The thought of JessiKa and Serana fucking me in the ass with their strapons made my dick get harder than before. I haven't told anyone that I enjoy getting fucked in the ass by women with strapons and that I use my own sex toys on myself. I didn't know who I could trust. "What else do you like to know?" Serana asked. "Do you have any family here, JessiKa?" I asked. "Well, my parents are both forty or fifty years old. I'm like totally like really close with my dad and he has always supported Serana and I's relationship. My mother is a strict Christian bitch. I was never close to her and after what she tried to pull, I may never be close with her again," JessiKa said. "What kind of shit did your mom pull?" I asked. "Okay, so like, one day my mom decided to surprise visit Serana and I at our three bedroom apartment. Serana had me tied up and hanging from the ceiling with my legs spread out in our living room. Serana was fucking me in my ass with an eighteen point five inch strapon while she was pouring hot candle wax all over my body while she was literally shocking my pussy with our electric BDSM sex toy. Serana was fucking my ass so deeply that we could see the strapon bulging on the outside of my body. I like also totally had a ball gag in my mouth," JessiKa said. "Okay, then what happened?" I asked. "So, JessiKa's mom decided to barge into our apartment and caught us in the act. She started screaming and yelling that what we were doing was the work of the devil. She asked us where Karter and Kylie were at," Serana said. "Who's Karter and Kylie?" I asked. "Our babies. JessiKa and I both wanted to get pregnant, so we could have kinky lesbian pregnant sex with each other. I gave birth to Karter and JessiKa gave birth to Kylie," Serana said. "So, how did you guys get pregnant? Sperm donor?" I asked. "Like, no. Serana and I both were like totally talking about starting a family together and having kids of our own. So we did some research and we found a sex toy that can like totally get you pregnant. It's called "the Semenette". Serana and I both like bought the Semenette and we like both agreed that we both should totally get pregnant. So after having some hot and steamy lesbian sex and filling our pussies with the Semenette, we got pregnant and nine moths later we gave birth to a boy and a girl," JessiKa said. "Damn. Thats fucking crazy! I didn't even know that there was a sex toy that could get women pregnant. Anyways, what did your mom do after she caught you two in the act?" I asked. "She like took us to court for child abuse and neglect. She said that the way we have sex with each other and everyone was just setting the wrong example for her grandchildren and that it was abusive. My Dad stood up to her and got her to drop the case," JessiKa said. "Damn. Well, that was fucking cool of your dad to stand up for you guys," I said. "Like, I know, right?" JessiKa said. "I fucking love your dad, baby. He is a great man," Serana said. "I've got a question for you guys," I said. "Like, ask away!" JessiKa said. "What would you guys tell Karter and Kylie about your guys sexual adventures and sexual activities with each other?" I asked. "Well, hopefully, they'll be old enough someday that we can explain it to them. But, to answer your question, we would just tell them the truth about all of the ridiculous amounts of sex we have with each other and with other people," Serana said. "That's good. It's always good to be honest," I said. JessiKa and Serana both turned around, facing the wall. They started twerking their asses off. "Hey, so. I would like to ask you guys something," I asked. "Ask away, Ricky," Serana said. "Would you guys be down to hang out at your place when you guys get off work?" I asked. JessiKa and Serana both looked at each other and smiled, showing off their perfect white teeth and their perfect smiles. "Like, totally! We would like totally love to hangout with you!" JessiKa said. "It's actually about time for us to clock out. Wait for us outside the building and we'll meet you outside," Serana said. "Fucking sweet! I can't wait to hang out with you guys!" I said excited. I stood up and we walked out of the private area. I walked outside and waited for them to come out. My dick was still bulging through my shorts. I couldn't get a picture of JessiKa and Serana fucking me in the ass with their strapons. JessiKa and Serana both walked out wearing trench coats and stripper high heels. They walked over to my car. We got inside and we drove off to their apartment. "Yeah. It's this one right here," Serana said. I pulled into a parking spot outside of an apartment building. We got out of my car and started walking inside the building. JessiKa and Serana both had their arms around me. We took the elevator all the way up and we walked to their apartment. JessiKa unlocked the front door and we walked inside. Their place was huge. "Where are Karter and Kylie?" I asked. "They're at their grandparents for the week," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both took off their trench coats revealing their beautiful and sexy nude bodies. They sat down on the couch in the living room and started watching Netflix. I walked over to them and attempted to sit down next to JessiKa. JessiKa stopped me and smirked at me. "Okay, like, if you're going to be like hanging out with us. You are like totally are going to have to get naked like us," JessiKa said. My face turned red. "What's wrong? Don't you want to be naked with us?" Serana asked. "No. It's not that. I'm just.....I don't think I got a very big dick. I'm worried that you guys are gonna laugh at me," I said. "Ricky, like, we don't judge here. We like big and small cocks. We don't care. Plus, we saw your cock bulging through your shorts earlier. It looks pretty big to us," JessiKa said. "It's okay, Ricky. We won't laugh. I promise," Serana said. "Okay. If you guys insist," I said. I took off my shirt and my shorts. I'm just wearing my boxers. "Nuh uh. Boxers too," Serana said. I pulled my boxers down nervously. My dick then flopped out and was long and hard. I had no pubic hairs either. I also didn't have any ass hair. JessiKa and Serana both opened their mouths and eyes widely. They were surprised. "Ricky, your cock is like totally bigger than you think," JessiKa said. I laughed and smiled. "Really? You guys think my dick is big?" I asked. "Totally! Now, like, come site next to me," JessiKa said. I sat down next to JessiKa. Serana opened up the internet browser on her smart TV. She went into her favorite pornsites folder and opened up their favorite pornsite. "What kind of porn should we watch, gang?" Serana asked. "Um, like, how about the Spiderman Porn Parody scene where Spiderman fucks Black Widow?" JessiKa said. "Hmm...Ricky, what kind of porn do you like to watch?" Serana asked. "How about a MILF stepmom teaches her stepdaughter how to have lesbian sex and how to sexually please someone. You know, one of the videos where the hot MILF pornstar stepmom fucks her sexy step daughter with a strapon," I suggested. "I like Ricky's idea! What about you, baby?" Serana asked. "Oh, I totally agree! I like fucking love those types of videos," JessiKa said. "Okay. So we all agree? Okay then," Serana said. Serana searched for Stepmom and Stepdaughter Lesbian Strapon porn and found the perfect pornographic video for us to watch. Serana hit play and the video started playing. In the video, the hot MILF stepmom started talking to her sexy stepdaughter about sex. The stepdaughter said that she didn't know how to sexually please someone and the stepmom asked her if she liked boys more or girls more. The stepdaughter told her stepmom that she had always wanted to try having sex with a woman. A few minutes later and the stepmom and stepdaughter were getting fully nude and were French kissing. As the video went on, the stepmom put on her huge and long white strapon and started fucking her stepdaughter in her pussy. The thoughts of me getting fucked by a woman with a strapon got dick long and hard. Then in the pornographic video, the stepmom asked her stepdaughter if she wanted to try anal and her stepdaughter said yes. The stepmom pulled out her strapon from her stepdaughter's wet pussy and gently inserted the strapon inside of her stepdaughter's ass. I watched the stepmom fuck her stepdaughter's ass with a strapon. I watched her take every single inch. I was incredibly turned on. I wanted my ass to get fucked by a woman with a strapon so badly. I slowly worked my right hand down to my ass and started slowly fingering my hole. I was doing it quietly and slowly so that the girls wouldn't notice. I turned to look at JessiKa and Serana. They were both fingering their pussies while they watched the video. They were moaning loudly. JessiKa looked at me and gave me a sexy smirk on her face. I quickly removed my fingers from my ass. "You like watching us do this, don't you, Ricky?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah, I do. I REALLY do. It's just...." I said. JessiKa and Serana both stopped fingering themselves and put their attention on me. "What is it, Ricky?" Serana asked. "Yeah, like, whats wrong? Are you okay?" JessiKa asked. "Can I trust you guys?" I asked. "Of course. You can tell us anything," Serana said. "Okay. Here it goes. Right now, I am fiending for something. My body wants it so badly. I'm literally aching and begging for it. What I want is my secret kink," I said. "Well, what's your secret kink?" Serana asked. I took a deep breath. "My secret kink is that I LOVE and CRAVE getting fucked in the ass by women with strapons," I said. JessiKa and Serana looked at each other with a certain look on their faces. "You like getting fucked in the ass? Are you...gay?" Serana asked. "No. I still like having normal sex with women. Its just that I don't mind getting fucked in my ass as long as it's not by a man," I said. Jessika and Serana smiled at each other. "Well be right back, Ricky," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both got up and went into their bedroom. I resumed watching the pornographic video. "Ooh. Your dick feels so good inside of my ass," The Stepdaughter said. I watched the stepdaughter take every single inch of her stepmom'e strapon. The thought of that sexy and hot MILF pornstar fucking me in the ass with her strapon had got me sexually energized and wanting to get my ass fucked. Goddamn, I really hope that I didn't weird out JessiKa and Serana. "Hey, Ricky?" JessiKa said. I turned and looked at JessiKa and Serana. I started staring at their beautiful breasts and slowly worked my way down. I was shocked to see what they were wearing and very excited. Jessika and Serana were both wearing twelve point five inch strapons. They walked over to me. "Ricky, would you like us to fuck you in the ass with our strapons?" Serana asked. "Oh my fucking God! I....I...." I said nervously and excited. "We'll take that as a yes," JessiKa said. JessiKa gave me a water enema. "Here. Like, clear yourself out in our bathroom," JessiKa said. I got up and went to the bathroom. I filled up the water enema with as much water as it could possibly hold. I shoved the tube as deep inside of as I possibly could. I emptied out the water enema bag and got filled up with so much water that my belly was bulging. I looked at myself in the mirror and got turned on even more as I stared at my water inflated belly. I emptied my body of the water and repeated until I was clear of everything. I walked back into the living room. "So, like, are you ready to get your ass fucked?" JessiKa asked. "Hell yes," I said. "Okay. So, how do you want us to fuck you? You like it rough or soft? Do you want us to go deep? Do you want us to double penetrate you? Do you want us to fill you up with our fake cum?" Serana asked. "Fill me up with fake cum?" I said confused. "Like, both of our strapons are ejaculating strapons," JessiKa said. "Cool! Okay, so fuck me hard and very deep. Don't double penetrate me, I'm not ready for that yet. And I want both of you to cum inside of me," I said. "Are you okay with giving one of us a blowjob while the other fucks you?" Serana asked. "Yeah. Sure. I am very okay with that," I said. "Do you want to deepthroat?" Serana asked. "Oh, fuck yes! Deepthroat me, gently and all the way down my throat. I want to be able to feel a strapon bulge through my throat," I said. "Okay then. Who would you like to fuck your ass and who would you like to give you a deepthroat?" Serana asked. "Umm....I want JessiKa to fuck me and I want you to deepthroat me," I said. "Hell yeah! Like, lets get started!" JessiKa said. I stood up and bent over. JessiKa got behind my rear end and Serana got in front of me. JessiKa got down on her knees and groped my ass cheeks. She jiggled my ass cheeks. "Ricky, I like think that you totally have got the cutest ass that I have like ever seen in my life! Its got no hair or anything," JessiKa said. JessiKa spread my ass cheeks and looked at my hole. "Hmm...you've also like got a perfect hairless fuckhole. Its just begging for me to fuck it with my big cock," JessiKa said. JessiKa applied anal lube to my hole and all inside of my hole. I moaned quietly as she was spreading the anal lube all around inside of me. JessiKa stood back up and then applied anal lube to her ejaculating strapon. JessiKa grabbed her strapon and put the tip of it to my hole. Serana grabbed her strapon and put it directly in front of my mouth. "Are you ready, Ricky?" Serana asked. I looked up into Serana's eyes. "Please, fuck me good, hard, and very deep. Like the little whore I am," I said excited. Jessika and Serana didn't hesitate. JessiKa shoved her strapon very deep inside me and started fucking my ass. I opened my mouth as wide as possible as Serana shoved her strapon into my mouth and dowm my throat. Serana kept making her strapon go down my throat. I gagged and moaned very loudly because all I was feeling was an intense feeling of sexual pleasure. JessiKa started jerking me off while she was pounding my ass. Serana felt my throat as her strapon was going up and down my throat. "Ricky, you're throat is bulging from my strapon! It's sooooo fucking hot!" Serana said. JessiKa and Serana started French kissing while they were fucking me. Serana's strapon got slimy wet with my spit. I removed her strapon from my throat and decided to talk like a slutty whore to JessiKa and Serana. I started jerking off Serana's strapon. "Yeah, you like fucking me in my ass? With your huge fucking cock?" I said. "Yeah, like, take it all. Like the little cum dumpster you are!" JessiKa said. "You like fucking my little mouth, baby? You like going all the way down my throat with your big fucking cock?" I said. Serana forced my mouth open and shoved her strapon down my throat, making me gag and moan loudly again. "Fuck yeah, Ricky. Take my fat fucking cock all the way down your little slutty throat," Serana said. I'm just glad that I don't have a gag reflex. After ten or fifteen minutes had passed, I pulled out Serana's strapon from my throathole. "JessiKa. I want you to fuck me faster and harder. Pound the living fuck out of my fuckhole," I begged. I forced Serana's strapon back down in my throat as JessiKa gave me a sexy smirk and forced her strapon deeper inside of me. She grabbed me by my waist and started fucking me as hard as she possibly could, causing me to moan very loudly, because JessiKa was hitting me right in my g-pot. I pulled out Serana's strapon out of my throat and looked at Serana in the eyes. "Ah. Ah. Oh, fuck. Serana, I want you to skull fuck me as hard as you can! Oh, oh, OH! Grab me by my hair and skull fuck me hard!" I begged. Serana grabbed me by my hair and started skull fucking me very hard, causing me to gag loudly and get slimy spit all over Serana's strapon. My face was turning red. I worked my hands up Serana's beautiful and angelic body until my hands reached her beautiful and perfect breasts. I groped her breasts and started squeezing. "Oh, yeah, baby! You like my playing with my tits while I skull fuck you, you little whore?" Serana asked. JessiKa and Serana had fucked me in the ass with their ejaculating strapons for over two hours straight. We tried different sex positions and I got fucked for so long and hard that I could barely stand. So, after a long while, JessiKa started fucking me faster and faster. Serana started skull fucking me faster and faster. "Ricky, are you like still sure that you want us to cum inside of you?" JessiKa asked I removed Serana's strapon from my throat, took a deep breath and spat on Serana's strapon. "I WANT YOU BOTH TO FILL MY BODY UP WITH EVERY SINGLE DROP!! I WANT MY FUCKHOLE TO OVERFLOW WITH YOUR FAKE CUM!!" I begged loudly. JessiKa thrusted me a few more times and one more time as she ejaculated her huge load of fake cum inside of me. JessiKa pulled out her strapon as Serana got behind me and shoved her strapon all the way inside of me. She thrusted me a few more times as she dumped all her fat load of fake cum inside of me. Serana pulled her strapon out of my hole. My hole was gaping and squirting out fake cum. I looked down at my hard dick and saw that I cummed a huge and fat warm load. I scooped up all of the cum from my dick. I looked at JessiKa and Serana. "You guys down to cum swap with each other?" I asked. "We're down if you are!" Serana said. I put my own fat load of cum in my mouth. I opened my mouth and accidentally made a cum bubble. I barely stood up and walked over to JessiKa and Serana. I started cum swapping with JessiKa first. Our tongues were slimy and sticky as they were being wrapped and twisted against each other. As were cum swapping, I groped and squeezed JessiKa's fun bags. We stopped cum swapping after a minute had passed. I swallowed my load of cum as JessiKa and Serana started cum swapping. They moaned quietly as they were getting my warm and sticky fat load all over their faces. JessiKa and Serana both eventually swallowed my cum. I could barely stand so I sat down on the living room couch. I laid my head back against the couch and took a deep breath. JessiKa and Serana both sat next to me after they removed their ejaculating strapons. "So, like, how was that?" JessiKa asked "That...was...incredible," I said. "Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed that, Ricky," Serana said. "Now, can we keep this between the three of us?" I asked. "Like, why? What we like totally did was incredibly amazing. We shouldn't have to hide it," JessiKa said. "Can we please keep this between us?" I asked "Ricky, you, shouldn't be embarrassed about this! You're not the only man in the world that likes getting his ass fucked. You should really keep an open mind and try new sexual things. You're not the only straight male that likes doing this. You should fully express your sexuality and your sexual energy and sexual vibe just like Serana and me," JessiKa said. The more I thought about what JessiKa said to me, the more I thought she might be right. "Okay. You're right. Okay, from now on. I will fully express my sexuality and my sexual energy," I said. "Yay! You know what? I've got an idea!" JessiKa said. "What is it, babe?" Serana asked. "We should allow, you, Ricky, to become our best friend! We can hangout anytime we want and we'll fuck you however you want," JessiKa said. "Okay, I'm down!" I said. "So am I!" Serana said. "So, we're in like agreement. Ricky has become our new best friend! Yay!" JessiKa said. "Hell yeah!" I said excited. I went to the bathroom to dump out the huge loads of fake cum from inside of me, into the toilet. I went back out to the living room and sat down next to JessiKa. Ever since that day, JessiKa, Serana and I have been hanging out at their apartment. Everytime we're hanging out, JessiKa and/or Serana fuck me in the ass with their strapons or their sex toys. And what happens next....well let's just say that what happens next truly expanded my sexuality and sexual desire of getting my ass fucked.

Hey there, my fellow sex addicts! This is another sex story thats based on a sexual fantasy of mine. This sex story involves my favorite and the greatest and most beautiful pornstar in the entire world, Madison Ivy. Okay. Now, in this sex story. Madison Ivy looks and sounds exactly the same. The only difference is that she has a huge, long, veiny, and hairless cock. I am in this sex story, as usual. In this sex story, I am medium built muscular. I have a pretty great size for a cock, and the most sexiest, hairless, cutest ass that nobody can resist. And, as usual. I love and crave getting fucked in the ass. Madison Ivy is a lifeguard at a nude beach that I go to every day. This nude beach, in particular, is widely known for allowing all types of people. Madison Ivy chooses to wear orange, skimpy, sexy, and revealing life guard outfit. Madison and everyone else doesn't care if Madison has a huge cock though. I attend to this nude beach every single day, because of Madison Ivy. I try to get her attention but I always get too nervous to talk to her. But, one day, Madison Ivy saves me from drowning in the crystal clear blue ocean. Anyways! Let the sex story begin! My Time With A Beautiful Lifeguard By Ricky Chapter 1: The Nude Beach I just got off work at the strip club I work at. I drove all the way home and started thinking about this beautiful lifeguard at this nude beach that I love. I couldn't wait to go there again. Her name is Madison Ivy. She is a beautiful goddess. I've been going to the nude beach every single day after work so I can try and get the attention of Madison. But, every time I try to talk to her, I get too nervous to talk to her. I really wish I could talk to her. I've had a lot of women and transwomen fuck me in the ass. Everyone that has fucked me says that I'm an amazing guy with the sexiest ass they have ever seen in their lives. I swear, nobody can resist my ass. The nude beach I go to is very open to transwomen too. Not just men and women. There are tones of beautiful and sexy transwomen and women that go to this nude beach. Some of which, I wouldn't mind if they fucked me in the ass with their huge cocks or their big strapons. That's right. You heard me. I love and crave getting fucked in the ass by transwomen and women with strapons. I have such an incredibly intense love and passion for it. I am literally a huge cum dumpster slut for it. But, it doesn't matter. Madison would never go for someone like me. She doesn't even to seem to know that I exist. But, I will not give up hope. After a nice drive in the beautiful sunny weather, I arrive at the nude beach. Fully clothed, for now. I walked inside a changing booth to get undressed. But I decided to not go fully nude. I wanted to see if I could get Madison's attention by wearing a black latex thong and a black raccoon tail butt plug inside of my ass, and walk a sexy strut. Which I know how to do a sexy strut since I am a stripper. I put on my black latex thong and gently shoved my raccoon tail butt plug inside of my ass. I moaned quietly. I walk out of the changing booth and start walking on the beach, close to the water. Where the water meets the sand. I pass a huge group of women, transwomen, with only a few guys. One transwomen saw me and looked at me. She pointed at me and everyone started looking at me. "Hey, sexy! You've got an incredibly sexy ass!" A Transwoman said. "Thanks! You're very beautiful!" I said. "Aww, thank you! Are yoy wearing a raccoon tail?" She asked. "Yeah! I love getting fucked in the ass by transwomen and women with strapons! I am such a huge fucking cum dumpster slut!" I said. "Hell yeah!" She said. I walked down further on the beach and finally reached Madison Ivy's lifeguard post. She's so ungodly beautiful! I walked up to Madison while doing a sexy strut, to try and get her attention. Madison looked at me and she bit her bottom lip and gave me a sexy look in her eyes. As I got closer, I tripped. Madison giggled. I got back up and was humiliated. I gave up on trying to get Madison's attention. I walked away but caught a glimpse of the look on Madison's face. She looked disappointed. I decided to go for a swim. I took off my thong and ran into the ocean. I swam all the way so deep that I couldn't touch the ground. I saw a rather large wave coming right at me. I get swept under the water all the way down to the bottom of the ocean. I struggled to swim back up and couldn't breathe. I started to fade away. Everything was turning black. But then, Madison swooped me into her arms and brought me back up to the air. She swam all the way back to the beach with me in her arms. I am still barely unconscious. Madison attempted to give me CPR. I cough up water and was barely conscious. A small crowd of women and transwomen started to surround us while she was trying to keep me conscious. I eventually regained consciousness. I was surrounded by the most beautiful transwomen and women at this nude beach. I looked up at Madison. Our eyes locked on to each other. She started looking at my cock bulging through my thong. My dick was incredibly hard. She was rather impressed by it. I stood up on my feet. Madison noticed how I had my raccoon tail buttplug inside of my sexy ass. She bit her bottom lip, aroused. "You saved my life, Madison. Thank you so much. I don't know how I can ever repay you!" I said. "You can do me three things, actually," Madison said. "Of course. Anything!" I said excited. "First. What's your name, handsome?" Madison asked. "My name is Ricky. I am 22 years old. I work at a strip club," I said. "Okay. Second, are you single by any chance?" Madison asked. "Yes, I am single. Why do you ask?" I asked. "I have my reasons. Three, would you mind walking with me somewhere?" Madison asked. "Of course!" I said. Madison and I locked elbows and started walking along with beach. We did nothing but talk. "So, why exactly do you come to this nude beach every single day?" Madison asked. "Well....its because of you. Ever since I first saw you, I've been trying to get your attention. But every time, I get too nervous to even talk to you," I said. "Well, nothing is making you nervous now, right?" Madison asked. "No. In fact, I am really happy that you saved my life. I don't know if I could ever repay you," I said. "I'll show you how you can repay me soon when we get to where we're going. So, tell me, Ricky. Why did you have that butt plug in your sexy ass?" Madison asked. "Well...don't judge me but...I absolutely love and fucking crave getting fucked in the ass by transwomen and women with strapons. It is like an incredibly intense passion that I have. I love being a cum dumpster," I said. "Really?" Madison asked. "Hell yeah! I fucking absolutely LOVE it!" I said. "Well, that's...good to know," Madison said. "So, where exactly are we going?" I asked. "A spot that the people of this nude beach love to go to," Madison said. "I can't wait to see it," I said. I couldn't believe it. Madison and I were actually talking to each other. Maybe I should drown more often. Madison and I walked up to a secluded spot that was full of the most beautiful and sexiest women and transwomen I have ever seen. There are groups of them and...they're all surrounding a woman getting fucked by one transwoman. "Oh my God! This spot is amazing!" I said. "I know, right? Come on! Let's join the crowd and watch!" Madison said. Madison and I walked over and into the crowd. We watched a transwoman fuck a woman so good and hard. My cock started getting hard again. "I really wish that was me getting fucked by a transwoman. Surrounded by all these people. I would feel like a real dirty slut. And I would enjoy every single second of it," I said. Madison looked up at me and smiled. The transwomen climaxes inside of the woman's mouth, swallowing every single cum drop. "Okay, who wants to be the next two people?" A Woman asked. Madison raised her hand and pointed to me. "This guy wants to get fucked by a transwoman!" Madison said loudly. "What? Really?" I said. "Come on, trust me," Madison said. Madison grabbed my hand and we both got in the middle of the circle of transwomen and women. "Madison, what are you doing?" I asked. "Ricky, do you trust me?" Madison asked. "Of course, I do!" I said. "Okay. Good. Trust me and do what I say," Madison said. "Okay," I said. "Get down on your knees and close your eyes," Madison said gently. I got down on my knees in the warm sand and closed my eyes. I heard some very quiet noises coming from in front of me. Sounded like someone getting undressed. I then heard everyone in the circle gasp very loudly. "Okay, Rick. I have one question...do you know how to suck a cock?" Madison asked. I opened my eyes and looked up. I was shocked beyond belief. Madison was completely naked, showing off her amazingly sexy body. But thats not what I was shocked about. Madison...is a transwoman! Madison was holding her cock in my face! It was the biggest cock I have ever seen on a woman! It made my dick even harder and my fuckhole aching for it. My mouth was watering for it too. Her cock was huge, long, veiny and hairless. I have never seen a cock like this in my entire life! "Oh, my fucking God, Madison!!! That's the biggest fucking cock I have ever seen! How...how big is it?" I asked. "It's 16.5 inches exact. You think you can handle it?" Madison said. "Madison...you're a very beautiful woman! I am glad that you saved my life. And the answer to your question is yes. I know how to suck cock. I don't know about yours though. I don't know if it'll fit. But that won't stop me," I said. Madison smirks at me and gently grabs the top of my head. She runs her fingers through my hair. "Well...what are you waiting for, cutie? Lets give these people a show!" Madison said. I opened my mouth as wide as possible. I could barely fit the tip of her cock inside my mouth. I was not gonna hold back. I was gonna ask for the skull fucking of a life time! I grabbed Madison's bare sexy ass cheeks and forced her dick all the way inside my mouth and down my throat. I almosy immediately removed her cock from my throat. I stroked her cock and asked her to skull fuck me as hard as possible. I opened my mouth again and she grabbed me by my hair and forced her huge cock down my throat. She was giving me the skull fucking of a life time. -GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! ACK! ACK! HACK!- Madison's cock was so huge that my throat was bulging. Everyone in the circle was cheering me on while getting themselves off. "Yeah, Ricky! Suck that fucking fat cock!" They said. -GAK! GAK! COUGH! GLUG!- Madison stopped skull fucking me. I couldn't wait any longer. My fuckhole was aching to be fucked hard by her huge cock. "Madi, my ass is begging you to fuck it. I need it, beautiful," I said slutty. Madison smiles and gets me off my knees. As I'm rising up, were french kissing while were giving each other hand jobs. Madison laid down on the sand while holding her cock up. I got in the reverse cowgirl sex position and hovered over Madison's huge cock. Madison groped my sexy ass and squeezed hard. "You have the sexiest ass I have ever seen! I can't wait to be inside of it," Madison said. Madison placed her tip on the rim of my fuckhole. I slowly started sliding down her huge cock, moaning louder and louder the deeper it went inside of me. The crowd started chanting. "GO ALL THE WAY! GO ALL THE WAY! GO ALL THE WAY!" They chanted. I forced myself down all the way Madison's huge cock, causing me to yell really loudly. It felt so goddamn good. When I finally got Madison's cock inside of me. Her cock was bulging from the outside of my body. Madison started fucking my ass deeply, fast, and hard. I swear, I could feel her cock pound against my stomach. I was moaning very loudly. -OH! FUCK! OOOOOOH, YEAH! FUCK MY ASS! YOU'RE COCK IS SO FUCKING HUGE!- "Yeah! You like my fat fucking cock inside of you?" Madison asked. "YES! OH MY FUCK! YOU'RE SO FUCKING HUGE, BABY! AW! I WANT YOU TO RIP ME TO FUCKING SHREDS!" I moaned loudly. "Daaayuum! Rick's taking it like a champ!" They said. "Madison's cock is so fucking big! I can literally see it bulge through Ricky's body!" They said. I switched from the reverse cowgirl sex position to the regular cowgirl sex position. I wanted to face Madison and look into her beautiful eyes while she fucked me. Madison and I couldnt stop staring at each other while she was fucking my ass. We started to french kiss. But then, Madison started thrusting me faster, faster and faster. She was moaning louder and louder with each thrust! "Ricky! I am about to cum! Where do you want me to cum?" Madison asked. "I want you to fill my mouth up! I want to taste every single drop!" I said. -OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY FUCKING GOD! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M CUMMING!- I got back down on my knees as Madison stood up. I opened my mouth as wide as possible. Madison kept jerking her huge cock until she came inside of my mouth. -Ah! Ahhhhhh! Ah! Oh, Ricky!- Madison had dumped every single drop of her cum inside of my mouth. My mouth was overflowing with it. I had quite the mouthful. Everyone applauded Madison and I. I swallowed all of her cum. Everyone cheered even louder. I stood up and Madison and I kissed each other. Everyone left the circle. The sun started to set. Madison and I sat down on the beach right next to each other, just watching the sun set. "Ricky...?" Madison asked. "What's up, Madi?" I asked. "Are you doing anything tomorrow?" Madison asked. "No. Tomorrow is my day off. Why?" I asked. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?" Madison asked. "Of course! I would love that! Wanna meet at my place?" I asked. "Sure!" Madison and I started walking back down the beach while still fully nude. This was an awesome day. I cannot wait for our date tomorrow.

Hey there. This is my another sex story series that is based on my sexual fantasies. This sex story series is about me and some of my favorite pornstars, Brandi Love, Syren De Mer, Lisa Ann, Julia Ann, and Phoenix Marie. Plus, two of my favorite pornstars, Madelyn Marie and my favorite pornstar of all time, Madison Ivy. Plus more. In this sex story, Brandi Love stars as my ridiculously rich MILF stepmother who has been watching me since my dad died when I was fourteen. We have been living in my stepmoms billion dollar mansion. Four years have passed since Dad died. I am eighteen years old. I am a senior in high school. Brandi and I have been at each others throats everyday since my Dad died. Syren De Mer is my stepmom, Brandi's best friend from high school that was in her senior class. Syren is a ridiculously sexy MILF with huge boobs, a sexy thick ass, and a shaved fine looking pussy. Syren and my stepmom have been having lesbian together ever since we moved to our billion dollar mansion. Lisa Ann and Julia Ann are faternal twin sisters that are very beautiful and sexy MILFS with really huge boobs and sexy asses that are two members of my stepmom Brandi's small group of sex loving addicts that just talk about different topics of sex. Phoenix Marie is a MILF lesbian thats in an relationship with her girlfriend. Phoenix is my high school senior Choir teacher and she is an old friend of my stepmom Brandi. Phoenix is a hot, sexy, beautiful and thick body MILF's with big and round juicy ass and a fantastic set of huge boobs that I stare at everyday during Choir class. Madison Ivy and Madelyn Marie are two beautiful and sexy women with incredible huge fake boobs, the sexiest asses that I have ever seen, a fine pair of legs, perfect tits, tasty hairless pussies, pretty faces, and the most prettiest eyes ever. Madison Ivy and Madelyn Marie are a lesbian couple that's in an open relationship. There will be more of my favorite pornstars that will be added to the story. We're ridiculously rich and we live in a billion dollar mansion that was built from the ground up. I am an 18 year old high school student that secretly loves and craves getting fucked in the ass with a strapon or any sex toys or anal sex toys. The Stepmother By Ricky Chapter 1: My Punishment for my Sexual Desire I woke up to the sound of screaming and yelling in my face, early in the morning. "HEY! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS UP! IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!" She yelled loudly. It was my bitch stepmom, Brandi. Her huge fake boobs were in my face as she was trying to wake me up. Brandi shooked me until I was fully awake. "OKAY! Jesus! What the actual fuck?" I said angrily. "I'm late for another one of my SLAG meetings, because you won't get up in time for school, you little shit," Brandi said. S.L.A.G. stands for Sex Loving Addicts Group. My stepmom is the President and Founder of SLAG. It is a large group of beautiful and sexy women that just talk about sex. They talk about the great sex that they are having, the sex stories they have, and their favorite sex toys they use, etc. It is a very successful group. "School?! Today is Saturday, YOU CRAZY BITCH!" I said loudly. "Oh...for crying out loud. You needed to get out of bed, regardless. Call me a crazy bitch one more time and you'll be sorry, you little fucking shit," Brandi said angrily. "What the fuck ever, Brandi. Just go to your little meeting so you can complain about not having any sex like you always do," I said. "Watch your tone, Ricky," Brandi said firmly. "Yes, ma'am," I said sarcastically. "Look, I've got to get to this SLAG meeting. Its vital that I be there," Brandi said. "How the fuck are those stupid fucking meetings so goddamn important?" I asked. "Because, I am the President and Founder of this group," Brandi said. "Yeah, somehow, I fucking doubt that this group and meeting is super important to get to," I said. "It is! This group has helped out so many people. People need this group to get through the day. Hell, I need this group just so I can be reminded that about the members having great sex while I'm not. I need something exciting in my sex life, I don't think this group is the excitement that I want but it helps me a lot," Brandi said. "Brandi. Its a sex addicts group that you founded, because you haven't gotten any dick since the 19-fucking-30's," I insulted. My stepmom opened her mouth wide as she was very insulted about what I just said. "I am not that old! I am forty-seven, you little shit! Now, there is breakfast in the fridge. I am heading to my meeting for SLAG. I'll be back in a few hours," Brandi said. "Whatever," I said. My stepmom left my bedroom and went downstairs into the garage. She drove off in her fancy purple Lamborghini, to her SLAG meeting. I got up out of bed and as I got up a white and veiny, realistic looking, huge and long strapon fell onto my bedroom floor. The strapon is my stepmom's. I "borrowed" it last night. And boy, did I ride the shit out of it. It felt so good fucking myself with my stepmom's strapon. It hits me right in my g-spot. My stepmom actually has a large dresser in her bedroom full of sex toys. Each drawer is filled with a ton of sex toys and anal sex toys that she uses. I use Brandi's sex toys anytime she's not home or late at night. Little does Brandi know that I love and crave getting my ass fucked. I'm lucky enough that she didn't find her strapon still inside of me while I was covered up. I walked downstairs while carrying Brandi's strapon. I am walking around fully nude around this big ass billion dollar mansion that Brandi owns. I will never understand how someone so incredibly bitchy and annoying could've gotten this fucking rich. After I ate some breakfast, I decided to go snooping through Brandi's bedroom. I've looked through all of her drawers full of different types of sex toys and anal sex toys. It had dildos and strapons of all different sizes, and colors. "I would love to test these out later when I got more time," I said. After I got done searching the drawers full of sex toys, I started going through my stepmom's clothes in her closet. I searched the small dresser and cubbies until I pulled out a sexy and cute red lace thong. I smiled seductively as an idea popped into my head. I decided to try on the thong. I slid them up my legs and onto my body. I looked into the mirror inside the closest. I turned around with my ass facing the mirror. I bit my bottom lip as I groped my ass and rubbed against my dick and balls as if I were a woman rubbing against my pussy. "Yeah. I'm such a little whore. I'm a slut that needs to be punished very badly," I said seductively. I smacked my right ass cheek and groped it hard. I continued to search through my stepmom's closet until I found a pair of shiny red high heel stripper shoes. "Hmm. I'm willing to be that Brandi loves wearing these. I will never understand what Dad saw in her. I still don't understand why he wanted Brandi to take care of me after he died," I said. I smirked sexually as I looked at Brandi's high heels. I put them on the ground and slipped my feet into the stripper shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that I am the cutest little slut that is aching to be fucked by a big strapon. The longer I stared at myself in the mirror wearing a red lace thong and stripper shoes, the more turned on I got. I started twisting and pulling my left tit with one hand while groping my ass cheek with another. My dick eventually started bulging through the thong. I felt a sudden intense sexual urge to fuck my aching ass with a sex toy. I walked out of the closet and quickly decided to use Brandi's red lipstick. I wanted to at least make myself look like a little whore that is begging to get fucked by the world's biggest strapon. After I got done done applying lipstick, I took a quick mirror selfie of me as a little slut. I posted the selfie to my private story. I have a private story on this messaging sex app, where I only post naughty, sexy, and slutty pictures of myself. The only people that can see my sexy pictures are a small group of women that know that I love and crave getting my ass fucked with sex toys and strapons. I also post pornographic short videos on my private story. I post short videos of me fucking myself with sex toys while wearing my stepmom's lingerie, thongs, and high heels. My ass was begging for me to fuck it. I was seriously aching for it. So, I grabbed my stepmom's strapon that I had used last night and went downstairs into the living room. I laid down on the big and grey couch that was very comfortable to lay down on. I slowly worked my right hand down, and, down, and down until my right hand had reached my hairless ass. I quickly jammed two of my fingers inside of me and started fingering myself, causing me to moan quietly. "Oh....Oh....Oh, fuck yeah. I'm such a little slut. I need to be punished," I moaned quietly. I started fingering myself faster and harder which caused me to moan a little louder. Oh, it felt so good. I was hitting myself right in my g-spot with my two fingers. I moaned and moaned and moaned so loudly. I just wish that there was a beautiful woman was wearing this strapon. Then I could have some REAL fun. I pulled my fingers out of my body. I pulled the red lace thong down to my knees slowly, teasing myself. "Oh...please, punish me. I need it. I want it. I crave it. Fuck me like the little whore that I am," I said seductively. I grabbed Brandi's huge and long strapon. I spread my legs like a good little slut. I lubed up my ass and the strapon. I put the tip of the strapon directly pointing at my ass thats aching and begging to be fucked. "Now, fuck me. Fuck me like the little whore I am!" I said. I quickly inserted Brandi's strapon inside of me until it was all the way deep inside of my achy little fuck hole. I gasped loudly the deeper the strapon went inside of me. My dick was very hard, my ass was aching, and my body was begging for it. At first, I started pushing the strapon in and out of me slowly which caused me to moan quietly with pleasure. "Oh...Ah...Eh....Fuck! Your cock feels so good! I want you to fuck me faster and harder. Please, just make me feel good," I begged seductively. I started making Brandi's strapon fuck me faster and harder which caused me to moan very loudly. It felt so fucking good! I wanted every single inch of Brandi's huge and long strapon inside of me. I wanted it to bulge right through my body. "OOOHH, FUUUUUCK!!! YOU'RE COCK IS SO FUCKING HUGE!!! KEEP FUCKING ME!!! DON'T FUCKING STOP FUCKING MY ASS, PLEASE!!!" I moaned loudly. I felt something poke at my back from in between the couch cushions. While I'm still fucking myself with my stepmom's strapon, I pull out a picture from the couch. I looked at the Polaroid. It was a picture of a naked lady at a strip club. It took me a little bit to realize who was in the Polaroid. "Holy shit! Thats Brandi! Brandi used to be a stripper?" I asked. The longer I stared at the naked picture of my stepmom, the more I became.....incredibly turned on. Was I actually getting aroused by a Polaroid of my naked stepmom? I mean, look at her! She has such an incredibly beautiful and sexy body! Brandi looks the same now as she did then. And, her boobs are so fucking huge. I know that they're fake boobs but still she has fucking amazing boobs. Brandi is 47 today, so she must be like 25 in the Polaroid. The longer I fucked myself with my stepmom's strapon and looked at a picture of herself fully nude, the more I started to fantasize about Brandi fucking my ass with this strapon. Oh, man...I REALLY wanted Brandi to fuck my ass with a strapon. "OH, BRANDI!!! YOUR COCK IS SO FUCKING BIG!!! YOU HAVE SUCH AN AMAZING BODY!!! I LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL BODY!!!" I yelled sexually. *Brandi' POV* I pulled up to the house where the SLAG group was meeting at. As the President and Founder of this group, it's always important to keep up an appearance. A sexy appearance, because this group may sound like its a sex addicts recovery group but it's not. SLAG is a group full of beautiful and sexy women as members where we can talk about anything sex related. We can talk about all the amazing sex we've been having, our favorite sex toys that we love to use, any sex stories that we have, any sexual fantasies that we have, talk about anyone that we've always wanted to have sex with. Its a group for sex addicts but not for recovering sex addicts. And I must keep up a sexy appearance for the members of this group. I unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt, showing off more of my cleavage. I took off my bra which caused my tits to poke through my shirt, I put on one of my favorite pairs of high heels; a pair of shiny black stripper high heel shoes, and then finally I took off my black lace panties and stuffed them inside of my pur.....Oh shit! "Dammit! I forgot my purse back at the mansion. Well...I guess I have some time to kill so I'll just run back home really quick," I said. I started my car and drove off to my house. I stopped at a stoplight. I looked at the car on my left. Something wasn't right with the driver and the passenger....Oh my fucking God! The driver and passenger were having sex! The more I watched them, the more sad I got. I haven't had sex in so terribly long. "Goddammit! I just want to have sex with someone! I don't fucking care if I have to fuck someone with one of my strapons! I'll take anything or give anything! I'll fuck anyone! I am so tired of not having any sex. I haven't had sex since Ricky's father passed away. I'll fucking fuck anyone or I'll fuck anyone with one of my strapons! Please, give me a sign that I should fuck someone.....please. I just need some excitement in my life," I said loudly. I continued to drive back to the mansion. I pulled up to the front doors and parked my car. I got out of my car and walked inside my mansion. I walked inside and grabbed my purse off the kitchen counter and started walking towards the front door. But then I heard something. I couldn't make out what it sounded like. I started following the noise. The closer I got the louder it got. Its coming from the living room. Its really loud. It sounds like someone is moaning very loudly. I peeked around the corner and what I am seeing and hearing.....I am absolutely fucking speechless! I am shocked beyond belief! Its my stepson, Ricky. He's wearing one of MY thongs and my second pair of stripper shoes. And he's fucking himself in the ass using one of my fucking sex toys!? What the fuck is wrong with Ricky? "Wait...what if this is my sign? A sign that I need to fuck using that strapon? Wait...I'm feeling something. It's very strange. My pussy is just....aching and its starting to get wet! Oh my God...am...am I actually getting turned on by this? Could this be the excitement that I need?" I asked quietly. The longer I watched Ricky use my strapon the more I was getting turned on. I worked my left hand down my body and up my skirt. I started rubbing my wet pussy and moaned as quiet as I could. I didn't want Ricky to hear me or see me. I stood there behind the corner just pleasing myself while watching Ricky fuck himself in the ass with my strapon. I was so incredibly turned on and soaking wet! I couldn't control it anymore. I needed to fuck Ricky in the ass with my strapon that he is using. I have a plan.....I'm going to show Ricky what I can do with a strapon. *Ricky's POV* "OOOOOOOHHHH YEAAAAAH!!!! FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE ASS!!! I'M SUCH A LITTLE FUCKING WHORE!!!" I yelled. I kept fucking my ass with Brandi's strapon. I was fucking myself fast, hard and very deep. I didn't want it to fucking stop. I was really craving it. I couldn't get that picture of Brandi out of my head. Its all I could see while I fucked my tight little ass. I couldn't stop fantasizing about my stepmom fucking me in the ass with a strapon. My dick was completely long, veiny and hard. It was throbbing as I fucked myself. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Brandi yelled. I jumped in freight. I turned and looked to see that my stepmom, Brandi had caught me using her strapon in the living room on the couch. I covered my dick and covered her strapon with my legs. "Oh, shit....!" I said nervously. "So, this is what you do when I'm gone!? You just fucking take my sex toys and fuck yourself in the middle of my fucking living room? On the goddamn couch, no less?" Brandi said angrily. "Brandi, I am SO sorry! I am SO fucking sorry!" I said nervously. "And to top it off, you're wearing my fucking thong and my fucking high heel shoes while you're fucking yourself? And...is that my fucking make up on your face? What is wrong with you?" Brandi asked. "I...I...I just wanted to please myself anally. I wanted to pretend that I was a cute little slut while I fucked myself with your strapon," I said. "So, you like being anally fucked like a little slut, yeah? You like using other people's sex toys?" Brandi asked. "I am so sorry, Brandi," I said. I tried to pull up the thong to cover my dick and balls. "Stop. What are you doing?" Brandi asked. "I'm pulling up your thong to cover my dick?" I said confused. Brandi bit her bottom lip and raised her right eyebrow and gave me an arousing look in her eyes. "You know...you need to be punished for stealing my strapon, Ricky," Brandi said. "What are you going to do? Am I grounded?" I asked. "No, you are not grounded. But..." Brandi said. Brandi started getting fully nude, revealing her beautiful and sexy body. Her huge boobs are just like the Polaroid. "Brandi, what are you doing?" I said shocked. "Shut up and give me my strapon," Brandi commanded. I handed the strapon to Brandi. She yanked it outta my hand. She puts her strapon around her ankles and up her legs. She strapped it onto her body and grabbed her strapon and held it up. "You like getting fucked in the ass using my sex toys? Well, I'm gonna fuck you like nobody ever has in your life," Brandi said. My dick got super hard and long. I was totally turned on. It's like something out of a fantasy. This was the ultimate fantasy. Except this was real life. I got down on my knees, facing my stepmom. I got real close to her and her huge and long strapon. "Are you ready for the best fuck that you will ever get in your entire whore-ish life, you little slut?" Brandi asked seductively. "My fuckhole is ready to be pounded fast, hard and deeply by your fat fucking cock," I said seductively. Brandi gave me a sexy smirk and a sexy look in her eyes as she looked me in my eyes. I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could. I put Brandi's huge and long strapon inside my mouth and started giving my stepmom a sloppy, slimy wet, and rough deepthroat blowjob. I gagged and coughed very loudly as her strapon went up and down my throathole. -GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! COUGH!- "Yeah, suck my huge fucking cock. Make it go a the way down your tiny little throat. You like Mommy's huge fucking cock? Are you Mommy's little slut?" Brandi said seductively. I coughed and gagged once more and pulled Brandi's strapon out of my throat causing a few strings of spit from my face to her strapon. "I am Mommy's little slut! I fucking love Mommy's huge cock! I fucking want you inside of me!" I said sexually. "You want Mommy's huge cock inside of your tight little ass?" Brandi asked seductively. "YES!!! PLEASE FUCK ME IN MY ASS!!! I WANT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING INCH OF YOUR COCK ALL THE WAY INSIDE OF ME!! PLEASE, FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! PLEASE, FUCK ME!" I begged loudly. Brandi grabbed me by my arm and forced me up on my feet and onto the living room couch, into the doggystyle sex position. Brandi got behind me and she groped and jiggled my hairless ass cheeks. She's just playing with them while laughing and smiling. "You have the cutest and sexiest ass that I have ever seen on a guy," Brandi said seductively. Brandi grabbed her strapon and put the tip of her strapon against the rim of my ass that's begging for her to fuck it. Brandi then forcefully jammed her strapon all of the way inside of me which caused me to scream and yell. Brandi was fucking me fast, hard, and deeply. Nobody has ever fucked me like this before. There was some sort of technique or some tricks that Brandi knew about when it came to using a strapon. She kept fucking me and fucking me and fucking me. She didn't slow down or stop once. She kept going. "AAAAAH!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!! YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO USE YOUR FAT COCK! I CAN FEEL YOU POUNDING AGAINST MY STOMACH! YOU'RE TURNING MY BODY INSIDE OUT! GAAAAH! FUCK!" I yelled loudly. "Yeah, I've had tons of practice using a strapon on tons of men and women. I know how to fuck," Brandi said. After an hour has passed, Brandi is still fucking me the same way. She's fucking me fast, hard and deeply. I looked down at my belly and what I saw was.....what it was, it incredibly turned me on even more and made me moan even louder than before. What I saw was Brandi's strapon bulging through my body. I love it when my throat or belly bulges. It turns me on so fucking much. "GAAH! YOU'RE FUCKING MAKING MY BODY BULGE! KEEP DOING WHAT YOUR FUCKING DOING!" I yelled loudly. Brandi smiled showing off her perfect rows of perfectly white teeth. "Yeah. You like it when my dick bulges through your body? You like my fat fucking cock tearing you apart?" Brandi asked seductively. "Y-Y-YES! OH FUCK ME! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART! YOU'RE RIPPING TO SHREDS! OOOH! AAAAH! SHIIIIT!" I yelled loudly. Another hour had passed and Brandi was still fucking me like a champ. I could barely stand up anymore. But then...I started having an intense feeling all over my body. I started moaning louder and louder the more and more intense the feeling in my body got. "AAAAAH! FUUUUUCK! KEEP GOING! I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE! DON'T FUCKING STOP! KEEP FUCKING MY FUCKHOLE!" I yelled. Brandi laughed and started fucking me faster, harder, and deeper than before causing me to scream at the top of my lungs. After a few more seconds, I started having a very, very, very intense anal orgasm. "AHHHH! OH! FUUUUUUUUUUCK! OOOOOOOH, FUCK!" I screamed loudly. Brandi stopped fucking me. She pulled her strapon out of my fuckhole. As she pulled out her strapon, my ass was gaping so much that I didn't think it was possible for my ass to gape that much. I laid down on the couch, facing the ceiling. I took a couple of deep breaths. I pulled up the red lace thong up. Brandi took off her strapon, laid down next to me and we started to snuggle. "Now...that...was...amazing! You really know how to use a strapon, Brandi. That was the best anal sex I have ever had. This was the best punishment that you could have ever given me," I said. "Yeah. You took my strapon like a professional! I'm very impressed how greatly you handled getting fucked," Brandi said. "Did you see how wide my ass gaped?" I asked. "Yeah. It was really wide open. So open that I didn't think it was humanely possible for someone's ass to gape so widely," Brandi said. "So, I saw the Polaroid of you at the strip club," I said. "What did you think of it? Did you like that picture?" Brandi asked. "You were so incredibly beautiful and sexy! You looked like you haven't aged since that picture was taken. And your boobs were amazing in that picture. Just like they are now. Did you actually work at a strip club?" I asked. Brandi took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah. I used to be a stripper. I was around twenty five year's old when I started. I met your father around that time. Which is why I quit being a stripper and gave up pole dancing. But, I really do miss it. I miss the tips, I miss all of the attention that I got from the crowd of men and the crowd of women, but most of all.... I miss dancing naked. I loved showing off my body. I loved showing off my huge tits, my sexy ass, and basically I miss showing off my beautiful and sexy body. I miss it so much that I actually have a room in this mansion built in. The room has a stage, a pole, flashing lights, surround sound stereo system, and a bunch of chairs that are around the stage. I go in there when I start feeling like I want to show off my amazing body fully nude while pole dancing," Brandi said. "Do you think you could pole dance for me in that room? You know, in case you ever feel like having a crowd?" I asked. Brandi and I looked at each other. We smiled. "Sure. It would mean a lot to me if you sat in front of the stage while I pole danced," Brandi said. "Why did you quit being a stripper?" I asked. "Well, when I turned thirty years old, I met someone who wanted a private lap dance. We went to the private area and I removed my bra and my g-string, which my bra was barely holding my huge boobs in. I gave him the perfect fully nude lap dance and we just talked and talked and talked for almost my entire shift. We really had a connection. I felt a spark. I know he did too. So, the next day, he came back and he wanted to give me something. He gave me the biggest and most fattest check that I have ever seen in my entire life. I was going to be ridiculously rich. Like, stupid rich. So, after I made a few smart investments, I tripled my money by the end of that year. It's how I made all of my money. The thing was is that that man asked me to do one simple thing. He wanted me to quit being a stripper and to never pole dance at a strip club ever again in my life. So, I quit pole dancing forever," Brandi said. "Who was that man?" I asked. "I don't know, Ricky. It was such a long time ago. If I knew his name, I would find him and thank him for for making my life better. I didn't tell that man that a huge part of me really didn't want to quit pole dancing. It was just a ton of money and I couldn't turn something like that down," Brandi said. "Heh. You know what I just realized, Brandi?" I asked. "What?" Brandi asked. "This is the first time in a long time that we have actually gotten along," I said. "Wow. You're right, Rick. Maybe me fucking you in the ass with a strapon was what we needed," Brandi said. "Yeah, that was a really good fuck," I said. "Yeah, it was...Hey, I've got an idea!" Brandi said. "Lay it on me," I said. "Why don't we keep doing this together? I want to keep fucking you in the ass with a strapon or one of my sex toys. We can do this every single day after you get out of high school. When you first walk through the front doors of the mansion, you'll find me in my bedroom on my bed, fully naked and wearing one of my strapons. I'll be ready to fuck you in the ass every day when you walk into this house. And, I can fuck you in the ass with one of my strapons anytime you're free and aching to get your ass fucked hard and good. Sound like a plan?" Brandi suggested. "Hell fucking yeah! I am so down for that, Brandi!" I said excitedly. Brandi smiles at me and I smile at her back. I started staring at Brandi's huge boobs. I really just want to squeeze them with one of my hands. Brandi quickly noticed that I was staring at her huge boobs. "Rick, are you staring at my boobs?" Brandi asked. "Yeah, I am. Sorry, your boobs are just so fucking huge! I just want to squeeze one of them while we cuddle," I said. "Well, go ahead then. Pick a boob and squeeze it while we're cuddling. Its okay. I don't mind at all," Brandi said. I grabbed Brandi's right boob and gently squeezed her boob while we're cuddling. We kept talking for hours and hours while fully nude on the living room couch while I had her huge boob in my hand. I couldn't wait for the next day. I was super excited for the next time that my stepmom fucks me with one of her strapons. -TO BE CONTINUED IN THE STEPMOTHER CHAPTER 2: MY STEPMOM'S BEST FRIEND-

Hey there, my fellow sex addicts! This is the second chapter of The Stepmother. In this chapter, Syren De Mer is my stepmom Brandi's best friend from high school that Brandi invites over to catch up over a glass of wine. Chapter 2: My Stepmom's Best Friend I woke up to find that I was still snuggled up with my stepmom, Brandi on the living room couch. We we're still naked. I woke up thinking what happened yesterday was all a dream until I woke up naked laying next to my beautiful stepmom, Brandi. I started to gently play with one of her huge boobs as I sucked on one of her tits which caused her to quietly moan in her sleep. I got up and put my Stepmom's red lace thong back on as well as her shiny red high heels. I also picked up Brandi's huge and long strapon too.. I walked to the upstairs bathroom to go take a leak. When I got done going to the bathroom, I decided to take a couple of naughty mirror selfies and short videos for my porn page. I took a selfie of myself shoving the strapon up inside me, and a mirror nude selfie of me showing off my sexy hairless ass wearing the thong. I recorded a five minute video of me riding the strapon. I posted my nudes and my video on my porn page. I wrote on the post, "I'm wearing my stepmom's thong and high heels and lipstick. My stepmom fucked me in the ass with this strapon. She fucked me hard and good. I am such a little dirty slut that needs to be punished very badly,". After I got done in the bathroom, I walked back downstairs to the living room to see that Brandi was gone. I then walked back upstairs to see if she was in her room. I opened the door to her bedroom. I saw her still naked and on the phone. She's talking to somebody and seemed very excited. I started staring at her sexy ass. "Yeah! That would be fantastic! I haven't seen you in forever! You should definitely come over, babe. Uh huh. Great! I'll see you when you get here! I'll bring the wine, Brandi said excitedly. Brandi hung up her phone and had seen that I was standing in her doorway. "Who was that, Brandi?" I asked. "That was Syren. Syren De Mer. She is my best friend from high school," Brandi said. "Wait a minute....Syren De Mer? You're not talking about THE Syren De Mer?" I said shocked. "How do you know Syren?" Brandi asked. "I know Syren De Mer because she is one of the biggest pornstars in the world! She does amazing work. I own a movie of her as a school teacher that gets forced into a gangbang by all of her male students," I said. "Porn, huh? I knew that Syren does porn but I don't know what kind of porn. What kind of porn does Syren make?" Brandi asked. "Syren makes all kinds of porn. She has released millions of all different types of porn videos. My favorite videos of Syren are the ones where she is fucking other people with a strapon. And the teacher gangbang DVD that I own, I said. Brandi smiled and laughed. "You've watched a lot of Syren's videos haven't you?" Brandi asked. "Oh yeah. I'm one of her biggest fans," I said. "Well, you'll get the chance to meet Syren today. She's on her way now," Brandi said. "No. Fucking. Way! I actually get to meet Syren De Mer? Do...do you think that you and her will...have lesbian sex?" I asked. "Well, if its anything like every single time Syren is over then yes. We will have lesbian sex," Brandi said. "What are the chances that Syren would actually fuck me with a strapon?" I asked. "I think Syren would be down for that," Brandi said. "Okay. So, anytime that Syren would come over, you two would have lesbian sex? When has Syren came over? I have never seen her," I asked. "Literally, everytime she's invited over we have lesbian sex. You've just never noticed, because you are usually at school when she's around, because I wasn't comfortable enough for you to know that I was having lesbian sex. And since, you and me have become "closer" to each other, I am now very comfortable enough to invite Syren over when you are here. I haven't seen Syren in over a year, so we've got a lot of catching up to do. As long as you don't mind us getting wine drunk and start having sex," Brandi said. "Trust me. I don't mind. As long as you don't mind me fingering my ass while I watch," I said. Brandi laughed and smiled. I started thinking about Syren De Mer and Brandi sharing a long purple double sided dildo in each others pussies. My dick got really long and hard. My dick raised up and pointed directly at Brandi. My dick was pulsating and throbbing the more I thought about it. Brandi looked down and saw that my dick was very hard. Brandi licked her lips sexually as she gave me a seductive and sexy look in her eyes. "Does someone need to be relieved?" Brandi asked seductively. "I don't know....yeah. I guess I could use some relief," I said. Brandi didn't hesitate a single second. She got down on her knees, onto the ground and started giving me a rough deepthroat blowjob. I moaned quietly as I was getting my dick sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Brandi started playing with my balls with her left hand while she started fingering my ass with her right hand. She was fingering my ass fast and hard with two of her fingers, hitting me right in my g-spot. Which caused me to moan loudly. -GLUG! GAG! GULP! ACK!- "Oh, Brandi! Keeping sucking and fingering me just the way you are!" I moaned sexually. Brandi got her slimy spit all over her face and my dick as she gave me a sloppy deepthroat blowjob. I could feel the inside of Brandi's throat around my dick. It felt simply incredible. All I heard the sounds of my stepmom gagging very loudly on my dick as it went up and down her throat. -GLUG! GLUG! GAK! GLUG! HACK!- Brandi pulled my dick out from her throat. She started jerking me off very fast as she sucked and licked my balls while still fingering my ass. She started twisting her two fingers inside of me. "Do you like the way Mommy sucks your huge cock? Do you like the way my fingers feel inside of you?" Brandi asked. "Oh! I fucking love it! You really know how to use those fingers and your throat. Aaahooh!" I moaned sexually. Brandi stopped sucking my balls and jerking me off. I grabbed my dick and gently hit my dick on Brandi's beautiful face. "You like the way my fucking throat feels?" Brandi asked sexually. "Yeah. It feels amazing! Fuck yeah," I said. "You want your cock back inside Mommy's little throathole, baby?" Brandi asked. "Yes, ma'am," I said. Brandi grabbed my dick and she started giving me another blowjob. I looked down at her throat and I could see Brandi's throat bulging from the outside because of my dick. Her throat bulging is making me want to start cumming just by watching her throat bulge. After twenty minutes had passed, I suddenly felt an urge that I was going to cum. My legs started to twitch a little bit. Brandi took my dick out of her throat and started jerking me off fast and hard, making my urge to cum even more intense. "Are you gonna cum for Mommy?" Brandi asked sexually. "Oh! Yeah! I'm about to cum! You're gonna make me cum! Ah! Aah!" I said loudly. "I want you to cum in mouth! Cum in Mommy's little mouth!" Brandi said seductively. I was so close to cumming. I was moaning louder and louder until I grabbed my dick and pointed it directly inside of my stepmom's open mouth. I jerked and squeezed my dick hard as I came inside my stepmom's mouth. I dumped all of my fat, warm, and slimy load inside of Brandi's mouth. I took my dick out of Brandi's mouth. Brandi kept her mouth wide open, showing off her mouth that was overflowing with my fat load. She licked her lips and kept showing off her mouth full of my cum. She closed her mouth and gulped loudly as she swallowed. "Mmm, tasty," Brandi said seductively. "You know how to suck a dick too? Is there anything you can't do?" I asked. "You'd be surprised with what I can do sexually. I have no sexual limits. Well, I better get cleaned up and get dressed before Syren gets here. You should get dressed too and should probably take a shower too," Brandi said. "Okay. Ill take a shower and then I'll get dressed. I can't fucking believe that there is going to be a famous pornstar inside of my house! I hope she will let me see her amazing huge boobs!" I said excitedly. "Yeah. I don't know about that. I suppose it's always a possibility," Brandi said. "One can only dream. Anyways, I'm going to go take a nice hot shower. When I'm done I'll get dressed and meet you and Syren downstairs. Do you think that Syren would sign my Teacher Gangbang DVD that she's in?" I asked excitedly. "I am sure that Syren would gladly sign your DVD. Now go take a shower before Syren gets here," Brandi said. I walked out of Brandi's bedroom and went to my own personal bathroom. I turned the water on in the shower and made the water temperature just perfectly hot. I was peacefully taking a shower. I was just shampooing and washing my entire body. Then I heard someone come in my bathroom. I looked through the glass. I could barely see but I could tell that it was my stepmom walking up to the shower door. She opened the shower door and walked into the shower. Brandi wrapped her arms around me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and grabbed both of her sexy ass cheeks. I could feel her huge boobs being pressed against my chest. We started kissing each other passionately and deeply while taking a shower together. We washed and cleaned each others bodies. Brandi dropped her shampoo bottle onto the ground. She bent over to pick it up, sticking her sexy ass in the air. I smacked her in the ass playfully. Brandi and I both smiled and laughed together. After a twenty-ish minute shower together, Brandi and I exited the shower and started drying ourselves off. Brandi hung her towel over the shower to dry. As she started leaving the bathroom, she was doing a really sexy strut as she walked out. Plus, I was staring at her sexy ass as she walked out of the bathroom. I finished drying myself off and leave the bathroom. I walk to my bedroom and go inside. I grabbed a clean white tank top, blue gym shorts, and....one of Brandi's g-string's? It's purple and its made out of latex. Well....fuck it. I'll wear it. Maybe Syren will like it. I put on the purple latex g-string, my blue gym shorts, and my white tank top. I looked at myself in my mirror and stared at myself while wearing the g-string. I thought I looked cute and sexy. I hoped that Syren would like it. I grabbed my Syren De Mer Teacher Gangbang DVD and walked downstairs. I heard a knock on the door as I bumped into Brandi. My stepmom was wearing a skimpy black latex dress and black high heels. "Damn, Brandi. You look sexy as Hell. Do you always wear that?" I asked. "Only when Syren comes over. It's her favorite dress," Brandi said. Brandi looked up and down my body and saw that I was wearing her purple latex g-string. "You really like wearing g-strings and thongs, huh?" Brandi asked. "Only when I'm at home," I said. There was more knocking coming from the front doors. "I'm gonna let Syren inside. Come with me," Brandi said. Brandi and I both walked to the front doors of the mansion. Brandi opened the doors to see Syren De Mer standing there. "SYREN!" Brandi said excitedly. "BRAANDI!" Syren said excitedly. Brandi and Syren hugged each other. I was absolutely star struck. I couldn't believe that Syren De Mer was here. My heart raced. Syren was wearing a skimpy white tank top, short shorts that were showing off her sexy round ass, a red lace g-string, and red high heel shoes. She wasn't wearing a bra which made her tits poke through her tank top. "And who is this cute young man?" Syren asked. I stuttered nervously. "This is Rick. My stepson from my previous marriage?" Brandi said. "Ooooh! I remember you! I haven't seen you since you were fourteen years old. Wow, you've really grown up," Syren said. "Hey. Yeah, I'm sorry I don't remember meeting you when I was fourteen. It was such a long time ago," I said. "I understand. It was too long ago. Whats that in your hands?" Syren asked. "Its one of your movies," I said. "Really? I didn't know you were a fan! Which movie is it?" Syren asked. "Its the movie where you are a teacher that gets forced into gangbang with your students," I said. "Everyone loves that video. Would you like me to sign it?" Syren asked. "Yes! That would be awesome! Thank you so much," I said excitedly. Syren grabbed the movie and autographed it. As she autographed the movie, I stared up and down Syren's beautiful and sexy body. I imagined her naked. Syren looked up at me to see me staring and I looked away feeling ashamed of myself. Syren smiled and laughed. "It's okay, Ricky. Don't be embarrassed. I love it when my fans stare at my body," Syren said. "Well, I can understand why. You have the body of a sexual Goddess," I said. "Aww. Thank you, Ricky. Brandi, your stepson is so sweet," Syren said. "Trust me. He hasn't always been sweet until recently," Brandi said. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's bust out the wine!" Syren said. We laughed. Brandi went to the kitchen and pulled out two fancy wine glasses and a bottle of wine while Syren and I went to the living room and sat down on the couch. "So, Ricky. What are some of your favorite porn videos of me?" Syren asked. "Well, my all of my favorite porn videos of you is where you fuck another woman with a strapon. Any porn video of you using a strapon or getting fucked by a strapon is my favorite," I said. Syren bit her bottom lip. "You seem to really like my strapon porn videos," Syren said seductively. Brandi walked into the living room with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She sat down right next to Syren. She handed one of the wine glasses to Syren. Brandi popped the cork off of the wine bottle and poured some wine in both of their glasses. "So, how have you been since your husband's funeral?" Syren asked. "I'm doing fantastic, actually! The first two years was really rough, but ever since Ricky and I have been getting along really great recently, things have been better than ever!" Brandi said. "Well, that's good! How's your sex life been going? Have you been having any type of kinky sex recently?" Syren asked. Brandi quickly looked me into the eyes and smirked and looked back to Syren. "I haven't been having any sex for a long time, until recently. I asked for some excitement in my sex life. I said that I would have sex with anyone and that I would even fuck someone in the ass with one of my strapons. I was desperate for some excitement and then almost immediately, I found someone that has been giving me that excitement in my sex life," Brandi said. "Wow! Thats great! I'm happy for you, Brandi," Syren said. Brandi and Syren just sat on the couch, talking and drinking almost the entire bottle of wine. They laughed and smiled at each other as they were talking. All they talked about was sex. I tried my best not to get hard while listening to their conversation about sex. Brandi and Syren started giving each other sexually seductive looks at each other. They slowly started making out with each other. I opened my eyes and mouth wide open with surprise. When Brandi told me that Syren and her have lesbian sex with each other, I didn't know if she was being serious or not until now. As Brandi and Syren were making out with each other, they were getting undressed revealing their beautiful and sexy MILF bodies as if I wasn't even there. I got turned on. My dick got long and hard as it bulged through my g-string and gym shorts. They seemed to not notice me still sitting next to them. I slowly pulled down my gym shorts, revealing the purple latex g-string. I groped my left male breast as I slowly worked my right hand down my body, down the g-string and towards my ass. I slowly inserted my middle finger and my ring finger inside of me as deep as I could. I fingered myself while still wearing the g-string as I watched Brandi and Syren making out and groping each others huge boobs. I moaned quietly as I was gently hitting my g-spot. Syren opened her eyes to see me fingering myself while I watched them. She quickly stopped kissing Brandi. Her eyes and mouth were wide open with shock and surprise. "Oh, my fucking God, Ricky?! Are you fingering yourself while watching us?!" Syren asked loudly. I got really nervous and couldn't speak. "And you're wearing a g-string?!" Syren said loudly. "Syren, its okay! Remember when I told you that I found someone who lets me fuck them in the ass with my strapon? Well, that person was Ricky. Ricky loves and craves getting fucked in the ass with a strapon! And, I love fucking him with my strapon. This is the most excitement I've had in so long," Brandi said. Syren bit her bottom lip and gave us both seductive looks in her eyes. "So...you fuck your stepson...in the ass...with one of your strapons?" Syren asked sexually. "Yes. And we both love it," Brandi said. "A MILF stepmom that fucks her stepson with a strapon? That's...very hot and sexy. And, Ricky, you look so sexy and slutty with that g-string," Syren said. "Do you really think I look slutty and sexy wearing this?" I asked. "Hold on. Do you really think that me fucking Ricky with a strapon is hot and sexy? Are you turned on by this?" Brandi asked. "Well, yes. I am VERY turned on by that. And yes, Ricky. I do," Syren said. "I've got an idea for the three of us. Ricky, have you ever had a threesome with two women with huge and long strapons?" Brandi asked. "Oh, that would be a great idea, Brandi! Ricky, have you always wanted to get your ass fucked by me with a strapon?" Syren asked. I smiled seductively and bit my bottom lip as I stared at Brandi and Syren seductively. "I have always wanted to have a strapon threeway and to get my ass fucked by you with a strapon, Syren," I said. "Okay, well then let's get started! Syren, please get Ricky excited while I grab two strapons," Brandi said excitedly. "With pleaure," Syren said seductively. Brandi got up off the couch and went upstairs to her bedroom so she could find two perfect strapons for her and Syren to fuck me with. Syren scooted over to me. We started French kissing each other as she grabbed my dick and slowly started giving me a handjob, which got my dick long, hard and throbbing. I groped both of Syren's huge boobs while we were kissing. Brandi walked back downstairs into the living room with two huge and long, black and white, realistic and veing strapons made. Syren and I stopped making out. She stood up as Brandi handed her the black strapon. They slid the strapons up their sexy bodies and strapped them on. I got turned on even more. My ass was aching to be fucked. I got down in the middle of Brandi and Syren. I grabbed both of their strapons and started giving them handjobs. "Are you ready to get double teamed like the little slut that you are?" Syren asked. "Yes, Syren. My body is aching to be fucked. I want you guys to fuck me like the dirty little slut that I am. I need to be punished," I said seductively. I immediately started giving Brandi and Syren both a double deepthroat blowjob. I started giving Brandi a blowjob first as I gave Syren a handjob. I went back and forth between Brandi and Syren, coughing and gagging loudly. -GLUG! ACK! COUGH! GULP!- "Yeah. Suck that fucking cock!" Syren said. I forced both of Brandi and Syren's strapons down my throat as my slimy spit got all over my face and their strapons. After ten minutes had passed, I stood up on my feet. "I'm ready for you two to fuck me. I can't wait anymore," I said. "Okay, who do you want to fuck you first? Your stepmom or me?" Syren said. "Pick me! Please, pick me!" Brandi said. "No, pick me! I'll fuck you good!" Syren said. "Sorry, Brandi, but I'm going to have to chose Syren to fuck me first. Syren De Mer fucking my ass is a once in a life time opportunity. I can't pass this up," I said. "Aww, man," Brandi said. Syren laid down on the couch as I got on top of her, facing her. Brandi stood next to us on the right, ready to get a blowjob. Syren grabbed her huge strapon and put the tip directly on my hole. I quickly slid down her strapon. I took every inch of her strapon which made me moan loudly. I started riding Syren very hard as I started giving Brandi a deepthroat blowjob which caused me to moan and gag loudly. I felt such an intense feeling of sexual pleasure. Brandi's huge strapon going down my throat made my throat bulge. Syren De Mer grabbed me by my ass cheeks and started thrusting me fast, hard and very deep. So deep that I could see her strapon bulge from the outside of my body. "AAH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE THE LITTLE WHORE THAT I AM! OOOH! YOUR COCK IS SO FUCKING BIG!" I yelled loudly. Brandi got another idea in her head. She looked at me and gave me another sexy look on her face. "Rick, Mommy's little slut. Would you be okay if Syren and I double penetrated you?" Brandi asked. Syren was still pounding the life out of my ass. I have always wanted to try double penetration with two women with strapons. "AW, FUCK YES! I WANT BOTH OF YOUR HUGE COCKS INSIDE OF ME! I WANT YOU BOTH TO DOUBLE PENETRATE ME! MAKE MY HOLE STRETCH!" I moaned loudly. Brandi smiled. She got down from the couch and stood right be hind me. She then jammed her strapon inside of me while Syren was still fucking me. Brandi and Syren were both fucking my ass very fast and hard at the same time. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHOOOOOOOOOOH! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! YOUR COCKS ARE SO FUCKING BIG! YOU'RE BOTH TEARING ME WIDE OPEN! DON'T FUCKING STOP FUCKING ME! KEEP POUNDING ME!" I moaned loudly. Brandi groped both of my ass cheeks and squeezed them hard as she fucked me. I groped both of Syren's huge boobs and squeezed them hard. I started French kissing Syren while they were fucking me. I moaned, I yelled and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I have never tried double penetration before and it felt....so fucking good! My legs started to shake a little bit. I started moaning louder and louder. I was going to have another anal orgasm. "AAAH! AAAH! OOOOH, FUCK! POUND ME HARDER! FUCK MY LITTLE FUCKHOLE HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! I AM SO FUCKING CLOSE!" I moaned loudly. Brandi and Syren both started fucking me the hardest way possible. They both were giving me the roughest and hardest double anal penetration that I have ever had in my life. My legs started to violently shake. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I held my breath, turning my face red. I finally took a huge breath of air and started yelling and screaming very loudly as my legs were shaking uncontrollablely, because I was having an super intense anal orgasm. All I felt was an intense feeling of sexual pleasure. I got off of Syren and away from Brandi, laying on the couch as both of their strapons were yanked out of my ass. My ass was gaping very widely as I laid on the couch. I laid down next to Syren with my right hand on one of her boobs. I kept taking short deep breaths. Brandi sat down next to me on the couch and gently massaged my right leg. "Th-th-that...w-was...i-i-in-incredible!" I stuttered. "Hell yeah, it was. That was hot, intense and very thrilling. I am definitely glad that I came over," Syren said. "I think were all glad that you came over, Syren. So, Ricky. How was your first time getting your little fuckhole double penetrated?" Brandi asked. "It was one of the most amazing sexual experiences I have ever had in my life, Brandi. You both were incredible. I still can't believe that Syren De Mer herself actually fucked me with a strapon. That was a dream come true. Thank you, Syren for making one of my dreams actually come true," I said. Syren laughed and smiled. "You're welcome, Ricky. I am glad that I was apart of this experience. Well, I probably have got to get going. I've got to get back to the porn studio. I've got another Mom Teaches Sex porn video to make. I'm going to be teaching my stepdaughter how to have lesbian sex for the millionth time in a row," Syren said. Syren got off the couch and put her clothes back on. "Sounds like fun! I can't wait for it to come out. I'll definitely keep an eye out for it," I said. Syren smiled. She kissed me and my stepmom both goodbye. Syren walked out of the house while waving goodbye at us. Brandi and I started cuddling on the couch. She groped and squeezed one of my ass cheeks while I groped one if her huge boobs. "Hey, I've got another great idea!" Brandi said. "What is it?" I asked. "Okay, so since I missed my last SLAG meeting, I volunteered to host the next meeting here at the mansion. You should come and join us!" Brandi said. "Um...I don't know, Brandi," I said. "It'll be okay! You can tell everyone there about how you love and crave getting fucked in the ass! You can tell them about the great anal sex that you and I have been having! In SLAG, there is no judgment from anyone. Everyone will be happy that you came. Plus, there might be a couple of very beautiful and sexy women that would be willing to fuck you in the ass with a strapon," Brandi said. "Okay. I'm in. When is the next SLAG meeting?" I asked. "It's here, today around five p.m. Don't late, Ricky," Brandi said. "How could I be late? The meeting is right here in the mansion!" I said. "Okay. If you say so. Also, you should wearing something skimpy and slutty. I'll gladly let you wear some of my skimpy and slutty clothes," Brandi said. "Would you mind if we went upstairs and looked at your skimpy and sexy clothes now?" I asked. "Sure! Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," Brandi said. Brandi and I walked upstairs and into her bedroom. Brandi opened her huge closet that I looked through the other day. "Okay, Ricky. What do you want to wear?" Brandi asked. I stood there and thought about it for a couple of seconds. "I want to wear something that tells the world that I am a huge slut that gets treated like everyone's personal cum dumpster that gets fucked hard and good every single day," I said. "Oookay, Ricky," Brandi said. Brandi searched for the perfect skimpy and slutty outfit that matched what I wanted to look like. "I have a question for you, Ricky. Why do you like to feel like a huge slut when you're getting your ass fucked by a strapon?" Brandi asked. "Well, I guess its because I love the feeling of being a dirty little slut. The feeling that I am a huge whore that wants to get fucked by everyone in the world. I love being treated like a slut and I love feeling like a slut when I get my ass fucked," I said. "I can understand that. Feeling like a huge slut and getting fucked like a huge slut is an amazing thing," Brandi said. Brandi picked out a small tank top, nipple pasties, a g-string, short shorts, and a pair of high heels. The small tank top was purple and black laced. You could see through the lace tank top, sort of. Someone would definitely be able to see some tits through it. The nipple pasties were also purple and were in the shape of some sort of tape. The pair of high heels were shiny purple stripper shoes with a black spiral over them. The g-string was purple and made out of latex. And the short shorts were black and made out of jeans. "Try these on and tell me what you think," Brandi commanded. I put on these clothing items. My pasties were visible through the lace tank top. The g-string was showing off. And the short shorts were so short that my entire ass was almost showing. "I....love this outfit. Look at me! I look like such a little slut! It's so skimpy and slutty! I couldn't ask for a better slutty outfit. Do you think the other members of SLAG will like it?" I asked. "I think they'll fucking love it," Brandi said. "Can we put some makeup on my face? I want to look like a hot and sexy female stripper," I asked. "Of course, Ricky! Sit down right there and we'll get started on your makeup!" Brandi said. Brandi did my makeup on my face while I sat down. We talked for over an hour while she colored my face. When Brandi got done doing my makeup, I looked straight into the mirror. I smiled. "Oh, my fucking God! I look like the hottest and the sexiest woman in the universe! I look like I could fuck anybody. I look like I know how to ride a pole. I look like I can take any fat cock in the universe! I look sexy and amazing. Thank you so very much, Brandi!" I said excitedly. Brandi smiled as she hugged me while still naked. "You're welcome, Rick. Now, I've got to get dressed and prepared for today's SLAG meeting here at the mansion. If you'll excuse me, I would like some privacy," Brandi said. I shrugged and walked out of my stepmom's bedroom. I quickly decided to take another naught picture or maybe another video of myself and post it to my pornsite forum page. I went to my bathroom. I decided to take a sexy mirror selfie and one video. I turned around, facing the bathroom door, ass facing the mirror. I pulled my short shorts down enough to show off my sexy ass wearing a g-string. I took the picture of my ass in the mirror and saved it as I pulled my short shorts back up. I then sat down on the bathroom floor and spread my legs. I pulled out one of the world's fastest vibrators from a secret hiding spot. I started recording myself as I slowly teased the viewers by slowly unbuttoning my short shorts and sliding them down to my knees. I turned the vibrator on to the fastest speed possible and slowly worked my way down to my ass. I gently shoved the vibrator inside of me. It was vibrating so fast. I couldn't even handle it. I moaned quietly. It was so fast that I couldn't handle it anymore but I needed just a few more minutes of footage and then I'll be able to post this video onto my pornsite forum page. "Ohhh! I-I can't take it anymore. It's too fast for me to handle! But, I am such a little slut. I need to be punished," I said quietly. After a few minutes had passed, I stopped recording myself as I started to moan a little louder than before. I pulled out the vibrator and turned it off. "This vibrator doesn't fuck around," I said quietly. I put the vibrator back in the secret hiding spot. I stood up and pulled my short shorts back up and buttoned them. I heard knocking on the bathroom door. "Who is it?" I asked. "Ricky, its your stepmother. The SLAG members are here. The meeting is about to start. Are you ready?" Brandi asked. "Yeah. I'm ready," I said. I walked out of my bathroom and down the stairs, ready to start the SLAG meeting.

Hey there! This is another sex story that's based on one of my sexual fantasies. This sexual fantasy is my favorite sexual fantasy. My sexual fantasy that this sex story is based on starts out with me getting abducted by an alien spaceship and getting fucked by alien tentacles and facehuggers. Everytime I have this sexual fantasy, I use the Ovipositor alien sex toy that can lay large eggs inside of you. This sex story starts off with me getting abducted by an alien spaceship and get fucked by alien tentacles and facehuggers with huge cocks. Please enjoy. When I have some of my sexual fantasies, I imagine that I am the world's most beautiful and sexiest woman with the perfect body with perfect huge boobs, perfect sized tits, a perfect sexy ass, perfect legs, the perfect hairless pussy and the perfect bootyhole. I have long black hair and the prettiest blue eyes that always give a sexy look. And I have the prettiest and sexiest voice. In this sexual fantasy and my many other sexual fantasies and the sex story it's based on, I am normal male myself. Not Of This World By Ricky I get fully nude and got onto my bed. I got on one of my favorite porn apps on my phone and started watching my favorite alien tentacle porn videos that involve cum inflation, laying large eggs, alien tentacles that go inside the ass, up through the throat and out of the mouth. While I watch alien tentacle porn videos, I use my twelve inch ejaculating dildo that I pretend is an alien tentacle. I'm fantasizing about getting my ass fucked by alien tentacles while thrusting my dildo deep inside of me. When the alien tentacle cum inflates someone thats when I make my ejaculating dildo cum inside of me as I try to imagine that its me the alien tentacles are cum inflating. I don't know what it is but there is something about alien tentacles that just turn me on. I just love the thought of getting my ass fucked by alien tentacles, getting cum inflated, laying large eggs inside of me, or alien tentacles going up my throat and out of my mouth. All those things about alien tentacles really turn me on. I kept masterbating while going through videos and videos of alien tentacle porn until I found the perfect alien tentacle porn video to watch. I started watching it while jerking myself off. The alien tentacles were double penetrating a woman as two tiny alien tentacles were squirming inside of her ass. I kept watching and masterbating until I felt the urge to cum. I started jerking my dick faster and faster until I finally blow my load all over my hands. I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped off the cum on my hand. I threw the tissue away in my trash can. Man, it would be amazing if I could get my ass fucked by alien tentacles. I would love it if I got abducted by an alien spaceship and got my ass fucked by alien tentacles. I started sexually fantasizing about alien tentacles fucking my ass as I drifted off to sleep. All the sudden, I woke up in a dark room. I was strapped onto a some sort of X-table that was forcing me to spread my arms and legs. I couldn't see anything. I started to panic a little bit as my heart started racing. But then the lights flashed on, which blinded me for a couple of seconds. I'm looked down at my body and immediately noticed that I was still nude. I looked around and saw a bunch of futuristic technology that didn't look like its from Earth. Thats when I realized that I was inside an actual real alien spaceship! I asked myself in my head if I was having a bad dream. I heard loud movement coming my direction. I looked around and heard a strange loud hissing sound. At first, I thought it was one of the spaceship doors making that hissing sound. I looked around and saw that none of the spaceship doors were open. I searched the room until I spotted something that was definitely not human through the glass window on the other side of the door. The door opened as the alien slid through the door. It's an alien with tentacles. The alien slid over to me, leaving a trail of green alien slime. One of its tentacles worked its way towards my ass and quickly penetrated me and started going deep inside of me causing me to scream loudly. "NOOOO!! PLEASE STOP FUCKING ME WITH YOUR TENTACLE!!" I yelled loudly. The alien didn't listen and instead it made it's tentacle change it's size from slim to large while it was still fucking me and while it was still inside of me causing me to scream more. "AAAAAAGH!! YOUR TENTACLE IS GETTING TO BIG FOR ME TO HANDLE!! PLEASE STOP DOING THIS TO ME!!!" I screamed loudly. I looked down at my lower body. I could see the alien's tentacle bulging through my body as I screamed, yelled and begged the alien to stop. Instead, two more alien tentacles got shoved deep inside of my ass and expanded while thrusting me and while still inside of me making me scream with fright and agony. "AGH!!! FUCK!! I DON'T THINK MY BODY CAN HANDLE ANY MORE OF THIS!! PLEASE STOP!!!" I screamed loudly. I looked down and saw all three alien tentacles bulging through my body. One alien tentacle started pushing up more my body and worked its way up my throat and out of my mouth causing me to gag loudly. An alien machine with a needle attached to it, injected me with some sort of alien serum. "OUCH!!!" I yelled in pain. I started freaking out! I didn't know what the alien just injected into my body. I didn't know what I was going to turn into. The possiblilties were endless! I looked down at my male breasts as I suddenly felt my male breasts started changing how they looked. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY MALE BREASTS?! WHAT ARE THEY TURNING INTO?!" I asked loudly I didn't know what they alien had done to my male breasts. I saw my male breasts quickly turn into huge female boobs. I sighed with relief. An alien machine hooked up to my new boobs and started sucking on my tits. "No! Please, don't do this!" I begged. The alien forced his huge tentacle all the way inside of me. I yelled in pain as the alien fucked me slowly and deeply. I looked down at my belly. I could see the all of the aliens tentacles bulging from the outside of my body. The alien started to fuck me faster and harder causing me to scream in agony and pain. I stayed in the X position while strapped strapped to an X-table while the alien was fucking me with all of its tentacles. I suddenly stopped feeling so frightened and scared and started feeling multiple feelings of different types of sexual pleasures flowing through my body as I was getting fucked by all the alien's tentacles. I stopped screaming and yelling and started moaning loudly. As time went on, I wanted the alien to fuck me faster, harder and deeper inside of me. "OOOOH!!! YOUR ALIEN TENTACLES FEEL AMAZING INSIDE OF ME!! PLEASE GO FASTER, HARDER AND DEEPER INSIDE OF ME!!! I WANT YOU TO POUND ME WITH YOUR ALIEN TENTACLES RIGHT NOW!!" I moaned loudly. The aliens tentacles started was fucking me faster, harder and deeper than before. I could feel its huge tentacle pounding against my stomach. By the time that started happening, I was craving this. "YEAH! FUCK MY ASS WITH ALL OF YOUR TENTACLES, YOU SLIMY ALIEN BASTARD!" I yelled. I was screaming with an intense feeling of sexual pleasure as the alien fucked my ass with all of its tentacles. It was the most amazing feeling that my body had ever felt. The alien started fucking me with its tentacles faster and faster. I didn't know if it was the same for aliens as it was for humans, but I think the alien is going to cum. The alien pulled out all but it's largest tentacle. I felt the aliens tentacle laid three huge objects inside of my body, which made me look like I was nine months pregnant and ready to give birth. The alien removed its last tentacle from my body. I got released from being strapped to the X-table as the alien slid it's way out of the room. "Why do I got a feeling that this is far from being over?" I asked. I suddenly felt movement coming from the inside of my body. I laid down on my back and spread my legs. I felt more movement coming from the inside of my body. "I think that alien with the tentacles laid its eggs inside of me," I said. The three eggs began to hatch from the inside of my body causing my body to twitch violently. The eggs kept on hatching and hatching until they finally hatched. They started to crawl all around the inside of my body trying to find a way out of my body. It didn't hurt or damaged the inside of my body. It actually felt amazing! It felt so sexually pleasing having three newborn aliens crawl all over inside of me just trying to find a way out of my body. I laid down on my back and spread my legs as the newborn aliens were crawling around inside of me. I looked down at my belly and I could see the three newborn aliens bulging through my body as they were all crawling around trying to find the exit. After twenty minutes of the newborn aliens crawling around inside of me, they finally started going towards the exit that is my ass. The closer they got to the exit, the more I started to moan. The three alien newborns all crawled out of my body revealing what they truly look like. "You guys look just like facehuggers. Except the normal facehuggers didn't have giant dicks," I said. These facehuggers looked just like the normal looking facehuggers except these three facehuggers all had giant dicks. The three facehuggers turned around and faced me. "Um, something tells me your guy's giant dicks aren't just for showing off to the lady facehuggers," I said. One facehugger launched itself and attached itself to my face and forced its huge cock down my throat making me gag loudly. The two other facehuggers launched themselves in the air and attached themselves to my ass as they both started to double penetrate my ass at the same time causing me to moan and gagging loudly. I couldn't remove the facehuggers off my face and ass. I didn't want to, because it felt incredible getting my throat fucked and my ass double penetrated by these three facehuggers. They stayed attached to my body and kept fucking me for hours and hours until they all started to cum. Two of the facehuggers came inside of my ass while only one came down my throat. The facehuggers detached themselves from my body and crawled away. The next thing I know, I'm being beamed back down to Planet Earth and back into my bedroom, back at my apartment. "Now...that...was...amazing! That was hands down the best anal sex that I have ever had! All of the alien's slimy tentacles felt so fucking good inside of me. I loved it when my belly bulged from all the alien's tentacles being inside of me. I loved it when one of the alien's tentacle went up my throat and out of my mouth. I also loved it when the aliens tentacle laid three eggs inside of me which made me look like I was nine months pregnant and ready to give birth. I also loved it when the three facehuggers with gigantic cocks and all attached themselves to my face and my ass, while one facehugger was fucking my throat while the other two facehuggers were double penetrating my ass. Oh my God, it was all amazing! I just really hope that I can get abducted by the alien with tentacles again. I would really enjoy that," I said.

Another long day in school. I sat down on the small couch in my dorm room, exhausted. The work is pretty tough, although I like it here better than my last school. My name is Aaron Walker. I'm a junior in university now, but it's my first year here. For my freshman and sophomore years, I attended a local community college near my town just to get in some of the simple course requirements for my major. I found that it was a lot cheaper than if I took those classes here. But the easy stuff is over, and I'm a 'real' college student, now. But what doesn't help is the fact that I was forced to live in a dorm room. It's a rule here that first year students have to live on campus, so even though I'm a junior, I'm still technically a first-year. Which meant rooming with a freshman. Which I eventually found out meant that I would be spending most of my time with a snobby, rich kid, with only a 3-inch wall between our rooms. It's not exactly the ideal situation. Well, not yet, anyways. ===== "Hey, Aaron!" Tim yelled before he was even through the door. I sighed and grunted in response. This obnoxious asshole was the guy that I'd been living with since the start of the school year. It's only been a month, but it sure felt like a lot longer. This guy's habits were just terrible. He would spend days in the dorm, playing video games and eating my food. Then if he ever left the dorm, he would be gone the entire day and come back after midnight. I don't even know where he goes after taking his classes. However, I could tell that he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He never throws out the trash, washes the dishes, or does any sort of housework. For a the first month or so, I wondered who took care of his stuff, because I only clean my own stuff, and I'm sure as hell he didn't clean his. I eventually found out that he paid for a cleaning service that came in every other day or so to clean his room and our shared living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The cleaning service only came during my school hours, which also explained why I occasionally saw some of my stuff missing. I did try to confront him about it. I tried to tell him to stop getting the service to come, since they were taking my stuff, but he just scoffed at me. He thought I was joking. He then just asked, "So who's going to clean up?" This kid was a real piece of work. Needless to say, I always made sure to keep my stuff in my room, as it was the only place the service didn't clean. Right now, I'm working on a report for my biology class, one of the mandatory classes for anyone attending this school. Well, I was working on it. Tim dropped his designer sweatshirt on the laptop I had in front of me. The kid flopped himself down on the couch next to me. I only call him a kid because it seems like he never even hit puberty. Either that, or he's just very feminine. Tim is shorter than most people in the school, including the girls. He also has a pretty high pitched voice. But one defining male feature that he has is that fact that he relentlessly hits on girls. He just tries and tries, but he never seems to get anywhere. And I only know this because he pretty much follows me around to any social event I go to. Now I'm not saying that this is primarily a male thing, it's just that I haven't been around enough women to see this kind of behavior. I just ignored Tim and threw his sweatshirt back at him. I had to continue my work. "What are you doing?" he asked, oblivious to the fact that I didn't want him here. "Homework. And I don't want to be distracted right now." He looked closer at my screen. "Oh, that?" the kid scoffed, "I finished that like two weeks ago." I sighed. Probably the only thing going for this kid besides his rich family was his smarts. And as I said, the work I'm doing is for a mandatory class, so guess who else was also taking the class? Of course, the asshole sitting right next to me. "Then can you do this for me?" I asked him, hoping that would discourage him. Instead, he just looked at me and smirked. "Yeah, I can do it for you," he started, "but what'll I get out of it?" I wanted to punch this guy so bad. Then, I looked down at him and thought of something. It was crazy, but I might get a laugh out of it. "I can get you laid." The smile disappeared. I had his attention now. He was trying not to show it, but I could tell that he was interested. "So what, I get laid all the time, I don't need your help with that," Tim seemed like he was getting serious now. He got up from the couch and started walking away. "Sure, kid, I bet you're super successful with the ladies," I called out after him. He flipped me off and went into his room, slamming the door behind. I laughed and turned back to my work. If I knew anything, it was that rich kids want everything they don't have. And I'm pretty sure that Tim has never had sex before, despite the act that he always puts on. Well, I'd just have to see if my plan would work. ===== A couple of days passed by, and Tim didn't seem to bother me as much. I guess the kid was really taking into thought what I'd offered him. I was sitting in the living room of the dorm when Tim came in, holding a little cardboard box. "What's this?" Tim asked. "It's addressed to you." I was really impressed. He's even started respecting me a little bit. Before, he probably would've opened the package before he even came inside, but now, he actually asked me first. "Well, I'm going to a party tonight, and I ordered that for it," I responded. I could tell that he was getting curious. "So... what is it?" "Open it and see." Tim ripped the box open and pulled out another, smaller, discrete black box. There were no words, images, or branding on it. I got up and walked over to him, then took the box. I purposely held it high enough that he couldn't see inside, then flipped the top open, took out a small rod and put it in my pocket. The kid was getting more curious, so I brought the box back down so he could see inside it. It was a small, metallic chastity cage. Tim looked at it, surprised. "Isn't this one of those cock cages? What kind of party are you going to?" "Well, I'm obviously getting laid at the party." "So why are you going to wear this?" he was definitely confused, which was what I was going for. He took the box to look at the chastity cage. "Didn't you know that these help improve your stamina?" I was just hoping that my bullshitting would convince him. "Well, I'll be taking that, I'm gonna need it." I took the box back from him. "Wait!" he reached out and grabbed my arm. "Can I use that tonight?" "Well, I only have this one, and I was planning on using it." I pretended to think about it. "I-I'll do that report for you, it's not due yet, right?" Boom. There it is. I waited almost a minute, just pretending to think about lending him a chastity cage. It pretty much took all my willpower not to laugh. "Alright, fine. Do you know how to use it?" He shook his head no. So he shyly turned around as I instructed him on how to put it on. "Ok, it's on. Now what?" "All you have left to do is close the latch on top of it." I heard a click. My plan worked! "Can we go to the party now?" "Relax, kid, the party's in a few hours. Besides, you have to keep the cage on for a few hours for it to work. You can do my report while we wait." I could see that Tim was starting to get unsure. But to my surprise, he stuck with it. I guess the kid really wanted to get laid. I smirked as he sat down in front of my laptop, took a few minutes to adjust to the cage, then started working. While he did that, I planned out what I could do next. ===== "Ok, I'm done, Aaron." I got up and read over the report. It wasn't bad. This obnoxious kid could probably actually get things done if he just had the motivation. And that thought gave me a pretty good idea. Tim was fidgeting with the cage on his cock. "Can I take this off now and go to the party?" "What party?" I asked with a grin. "W-what do you mean, 'what party'? The whole reason I put this thing on was for that. And I can't get it off!" "You know, for such a smart kid, you're pretty gullible," I was relishing in the fact that I finally had this asshole in my control. "Wait, what the hell, Aaron?" his voice was getting higher and higher as his face turned bright red. If I didn't know any better, it would've sounded like this kid was a girl. "You remember that little rod that I pulled out before? That was the key to the chastity cage that you're wearing right now." "Then unlock it!" "I could... but I really don't want to. You see, I've had to deal with your shit for so long, you know that?" I started raising my voice as well. Then I took a deep breath and calmed down. "Sure, I'll take it off. But I want you to do something for me first. Take your clothes off." "I'm not fucking doing anything until you take this fucking cage off me!" "Well how am I going to take it off if I can't see it?" Tim looked at me for a second, exasperated. Then he sighed and did as I told. He stripped naked and walked up to me. I could see his cock was soft inside the cage. I couldn't really helped but get turned on. I wouldn't consider myself gay, but I was getting turned on by the power trip. I was really in control of this little piece of shit. Besides, the kid has a pretty big ass and he even has some small tits. And either he always shaves or just naturally has less pubic hair. There was a small patch of light-colored hair over his small penis. The rest of his body, besides his eyebrows and head, was practically hairless. This kid really got the short end of the stick when it came to hormones. If it wasn't for the little cock he had, I would think that he just looks like a young girl. I just couldn't help myself. I stood up and spun him around. I grabbed both of his wrists and held them behind his back with one hand. "H-hey, Aaron, what the fuck are you doing?!" "I'm teaching you a fucking lesson, bitch," I growled. My cock was already getting a little hard, but having this dominance over someone really made me horny. I practically ripped my belt off and dropped my pants and boxers. Tim tried to get away from my grip, but I held him tight. "H-hold on, Aaron, what are you doing?" Tim was almost screaming, "Stop it, come on, man!" I ignored him. This little piece of shit is my bitch now. I spit onto my cock and his little puckered asshole. I poked my now rock-hard cock onto the tight hole. "Please, Aaron, stop!" he was scared out of his mind. But I wouldn't stop. I knew he deserved this. Tim struggled to get his wrists free, but I held onto him tight. I rested the bottom of my cock along the crack of his ass. I slid my cock up and down his crack, getting myself harder while Tim got more and more scared. The kid was begging me to stop. It almost seemed like he was crying. I wouldn't have done this if it were someone else, but this kid needed to be taught a lesson. "You better stop screaming, you don't want the neighbors to know how much of a worthless little bitch you are, right?" I muttered into his ear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you... much." I started to push into his ass. Holy fuck he was tight. At some point he decided to stop fighting it and just started taking deep breaths, trying to accommodate my large cock inside his asshole. When I managed to get the head of my cock into his little hole, he started moaning. "Oh fuck, Aaron, it's too big, I can't...fuck, fuck, fuck..." he just trailed off, muttering. "You think this is big? Just wait, bitch." I kept pushing further into his ass. I was able to get my cock about halfway in when I couldn't push any deeper. So I started pulling out. I grabbed his ass cheeks as the skin around her hole pulled outwards with my cock. This was so fucking hot. When my cock was almost all the way out, I started pushing back in. This time it was a little easier, but his hole was still very tight. I was able to get a little deeper, and now my little bitch was starting to get used to it. I pulled out again, then thrust back in. This time, I pushed hard. It elicited a very high-pitched yelp, but that was really it. He was getting used to this pretty quickly. I relished the moment when I felt his body relax and almost go limp, as if he was accepting the situation. After a few more hard thrusts, I was able to start fucking him. I started slowly, driving my rock-hard member as deep as I could, then slowly pulling it back out. As he got more used to it, I was able to start moving faster. I don't know if it was the body's natural reaction or if he was actually getting turned on by this, but it felt like his asshole started to lubricate itself. He was still tight as hell, though, and I was getting close to cumming. I reached over and grabbed my new slut's small tits. I twisted and pulled on his nipples as I increased my speed. This felt so fucking good. I could feel my orgasm coming. Every time I slammed against him, I felt my member reach further and further inside the defiled hole. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of slapping flesh, followed by high-pitched moans. "Oh, oh fuck... fuck me..." my little slut was moaning like a bitch in heat. Since he was still getting used to his first ever ass-fuck, the muscles in his tight asshole clenched around my cock and massaged it. This pushed me over the edge. I couldn't hold back anymore. I thrust hard into his asshole and kept my cock inside. I grabbed him by the chest and pulled him close to me. My cock twitched as I shot load after load of my cum into my little slut's asshole. I wanted to stay like this forever. When I got over my high, I pulled my cock out of his ass and wiped the remaining cum on his ass cheeks. I realized that he was playing with his own cock. Because of the cage, he couldn't really do much besides shaking it as fast as he could, but I could tell that he was just getting himself more frustrated. He probably couldn't cum just from the stimulation he was providing himself, but he looked like he was getting close. I decided that I wasn't done with him yet, so I grabbed both of his hands and held them behind his back. "No! Fuck! Aaron, please, let me cum! Just take the fucking cage off or something! You got what you wanted!" This was a real sight. I almost laughed aloud. My roommate, the most arrogant and selfish person I knew, had been degraded down to a defiled slut trying to get himself off. Well, at this point, I don't think I can even refer to him as 'him'. My roommate is now my bitch, and while he isn't exactly a woman, he's definitely not a man anymore. I laughed at that thought. My own little sissy slut. "You're right, bitch, I did get what I wanted. But now I want more." "W-what do you mean, man? Just let me go, I won't tell anyone about this. I-I swear!" My sissy was still acting like he had all the power. "Oh, I'm not worried about you telling anyone about this. You should be the one worried about me telling someone else, though." "I-I... just let me go!" He stammered. I could see that his little cock was as big as it could get, straining against the inside of the cage. It was twitching like crazy. "Relax, bitch. I'll let you cum when I let you. So you better listen to everything I say or I may never take that thing off of you." That sure did it. He got quiet. The only thing I could hear was his deep breaths. "I'll do anything if you take it off..." he whispered. "Oh I know you will. Now keep your hands behind your back and stay in that position." I removed my own hands. I could tell how difficult it was for him, but he stayed in the same position, bent over the back of the couch, as his cock twitched wildly underneath him. I could now see the thin line of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his little cock. I quickly got my phone from my room and took a few pictures. I used one hand to pull one of his ass cheeks to the side, causing him to moan in pain. I reveales his new gaping hole to the camera and watched my cum slowly drip out of it. I definitely took a bunch of pictures of that. It was so hot to see his hole contract every time his cock twitched. I told him to close his eyes and stand up. "W-why... what are you going to do, Aaron?" I slapped him hard on one of his ass cheeks. "Stop asking questions and do what I tell you to." He stood up, still facing away from me. I turned him around, to see that he had, in fact, closed his eyes. He just sniffled as I got more pictures of him. I made sure to get his face in it. However, I didn't want him to know I was taking pictures. I wanted to have fun teaching my new sissy, without him worrying about blackmail. It would be much more fun. But I would still keep the pictures just in case. I walked back to my room and put my phone away, then returned to the living room, where Tim was still standing, eyes closed tight. "Alright, bitch, I think I've punished you enough for now." He sighed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. "Finally, man, now get this thing off me, please!" "This doesn't mean that I'm taking that cage off of you, yet. I still have much more to teach you." His face twisted up. "No, no, please! I can't take this anymore!" It was true, his cock was still straining against the inside of the cage. "If you say anything else tonight, I'll flush the key down the toilet." That got her to shut up for good. "Now let's go to bed." I pulled her along silently to her room and pushed her onto her bed. When she laid down, she moved her hands to her restrained cock once again. I grabbed her hands and held them above her head. "Don't move." I laughed internally as he grimaced in frustration. I went to my room and pulled the shoelaces out of some of my old shoes. I went back over to my slut and tied his hands to the two posts on either side of the headboard. My sissy slut just sobbed silently. I left his legs untied. I wanted to give him some hope that he might be able to do something to free himself. Well, even if he was somehow able to get free, he wouldn't get far without the key. I was surprised to see that his cock was still hard in the cage, but it looked like he was calming down. I slapped him in the face. It was very satisfying, to say the least. I left the room, turning the lights off on the way out. Before I closed the door, I looked into the dark room. "We'll talk more tomorrow, sissy ."

I looked into Tim's room. There was just enough light shining through the window to outline my little sissy's chest moving up and down. He was pretty much in the same position I left him, lying on his back with his arms tied up above him. I walked over to the bed to look at my sissy. There was dried drool coming from his mouth and dried tears in the corners of his eyes. I guess I should wake him up. "Hey, wakey wakey!" I slapped him lightly on the face. His eyes slowly opened. At first, he seemed to have no idea where he was or what happened to him. I stepped back a bit as thrashed about trying to get out of his restraints. "What the fuck is going on?" He yelled at me, then remembered what had happened last night. His body went limp. "Did you sleep well?" I asked jokingly. It seemed like my little sissy didn't want to look at me. I could see his face turning red. "I need to use the bathroom," he whispered. "Sure thing," I untied his arms. He sat up, rotating his hands and rubbing his wrists, which now had red marks around them. I didn't tie the ropes very tight, so he was probably trying to get out of them overnight. "C-can you take this off, too?" He asked, shamefully pointing at the chastity cage that was restraining his little penis. However, this chastity device was like a metal cage, with a hole at the end that allowed for easy use. It could also be cleaned while it was being worn, so I theoretically never had to take it off. "Fortunately, there's no need to take it off. The design is actually perfect for using the bathroom and cleaning, as well," I smirked evilly. He looked at me like he wanted to kill me. It was understandable. "I can see you want to say something," I noted. "I'll let you say whatever you want and I won't punish you." "Fuck you, you piece of shit!" He screamed. "Get this fucking thing off me!" I chuckled at that. It was good to see there was still fight in him. It would only be more satisfying when I broke him. "Well, I'll take it off when I think you deserve it." I waited there while he fumed. "Didn't you say you have to go to the bathroom?" With that, he left his room. I called out after him, "You should hurry up, you don't want to be late to your classes!" I left his room as well. The sissy took about half an hour in the bathroom. As he got dressed, he demanded one more time that I take the cage off him, but I denied. I just told him to get back earlier today. I don't think I had to worry about him telling anyone about what I had done to him. There's no way his dignity would allow him to tell someone that he'd been taken like a bitch. I laughed at the thought. "I have a surprise for you when you get back." ===== It was about 6 o'clock when Tim got back. It was still pretty late, but early for him. I was in my room when I heard the apartment door open. "Hey, Aaron, where the hell are you?" He shouted. "You said you would take this thing off me!" He burst into my room, demanding that I take his chastity cage off. "Alright, alright, just hold on a sec." I stood up and walked out of my room. Tim followed me. I sat down on the couch and opened up my phone. Tim stared at me as I just sat on the couch, ignoring him. His face was turning red, and I could very clearly see that he was starting to get mad. Strange, even though I had complete control over him, he was acting like he was the boss. "What the fuck are you waiting for, Aaron!" He demanded. I smiled, hearing the desperation behind his anger. At that moment, there was a knock on our door. Tim looked confused as I told him to get it. Tim walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a girl on the other side. She wore yoga pants and a tight t-shirt that outlined her curvy figure. She had blond hair and slightly tanned skin. On her back was a small black backpack. This girl was actually shorter than Tim, which was surprising. Tim looked at the pretty girl, baffled. I could see his face was now red not because of anger, but embarrassment. Normally, Tim would've wasted no time hitting on this girl. I guess the chastity cage really didn't put him in the mood. "So, you're Tim, right?" She asked. Tim responded with a very audible gulp and a quick head nod. She then brushed past him into the apartment. I stood to greet her. "Hey Aaron!" She greeted me. "Hey Leah," I responded. Meanwhile, Tim closed the door and looked at me. I ignored Tim and spoke to Leah for a little bit, then pointed her to his room. She smirked at me and walked into his room, closing the door behind her. "W-what just happened, Aaron?" Tim asked. "You've never had sex with a girl before, right?" Tim's face flushed, but I could tell he was starting to get excited. After about a day of not getting any release, and then seeing a hot girl walk into his bedroom, I think I could predict what he was thinking. "N-no..." he responded shyly. "Well, today's the day, my friend." I gave him a rough slap on the back. His face lit up. "Really? Hell yeah! Then let's get this thing off me so I can get some!" "Just hold on, kid," I pushed him towards him room. "W-wait, Aaron, you have to take this thing off of me first!" "Don't worry about it," I reassured him and kept pushing him towards his room. I opened the door. Leah was there, standing, naked. However, she had her back to us. Tim's eyes practically bulged out of his head. I think it was safe to assume that this was the first time he'd ever even seen a naked girl in person. Now he was urgently whispering to me, demanding that I take his cage off. I could hear the strain in his voice. "Tim, why don't you get those annoying clothes off for me?" Leah asked. She was still facing the other way, only turning her head to look at us. This girl was so hot. It took all of my restraint not to move to her. Tim looked at her, then looked at me. The poor kid was confused as hell. I just nodded and told him to do as told. Slowly, a shirt came off, then pants, followed by a very hesitant removal of his boxers. When part of the metal cage started to peek out, Leah didn't notice, or at least she pretended not to. This gave Tim some more confidence and he quickened his pace. "Now get over here and lie down on the bed. Let's have some fun," Leah said with a smirk. The poor kid didn't know what was happening, but he just did as he was told. He climbed onto the bed and laid down. All the while, Leah kept his back to him. "Close your eyes baby, I'll make you feel good," she crooned. I walked around to the head of the bed. Leah turned around. I could barely hold in my laughter. Leah sure was a beautiful girl. She had perky breasts and a really curvy and sexy body. However, right over her crotch was a massive black strap-on. It looked like Leah was nearly about to laugh as well. Tim, being the gullible idiot he was, kept his eyes closed. My sissy slut's little cock was hardened on the inside of the cage, straining against the metal restraints. "I'm all nice and lubed up for you, Tim," Leah whispered. She stroked the lubricated strap-on with her hands. Well, she wasn't lying! She got onto the bed and kneeled in between Tim's legs. Quickly, she grabbed his ankles and lifted them up over her shoulders. At the same time, I grabbed onto his wrists and held them down over his head. Now, Tim decided to open his eyes to see what was happening. He lifted his head to see the big dildo at the entrance of his asshole. I couldn't believe how gullible my sissy slave was. "Oh, no, no, please, don't do this!" He started screaming. "Oh, you should be excited, Tim. It's your first time having sex with a girl after all," Leah's seductive voice was full of cruelty. My own cock was straining against the inside of my pants, but I wanted to let Leah have her fun. "Do you remember, bitch, what you did to me?" Leah's voice was full of hatred. It seemed that Tim didn't know what she was talking about. That made sense, since he didn't even recognize her. "It was at a party a few months ago. You were probably just following Aaron around like you always do. And I don't know if you were high or drunk or whatever, but you started feeling me up." As she said that, she reached one of her hands down to the chastity cage. She rubbed his restrained cock, which was still hard. Then she cupped his balls in her hand. She started squeezing them lightly. Tim winced from the slight discomfort. "Please, Leah, I'm so s-sorry, I-I really didn't mean it..." "It didn't seem like it at the time, bitch ," Leah kept squeezing his small balls. "Because you actually pulled me into a bedroom and pushed me back, kinda like what I'm doing to you know." My little sissy didn't try to get out anymore. He was just completely still, sweating and breathing hard due to the pain from Leah's grip. "L-look, Leah, p-please, s-stop it. I'm really s-sorry about what I did..." he whispered. Leah ignored him. "It was a good thing Aaron came along when he did." She looked at me and gave me a tired smile. "Or else you might've done something even worse." With that, Leah started to push the strap-on into Tim's asshole. She still held onto his balls, but it seemed like she was loosening her grip. Tim's face was red, and I could see his eyes watering up. I didn't know if it was from humiliation or guilt, or both, but I didn't feel bad for him after I heard Leah's story. It was true that I stopped him from doing anything more to Leah, but I couldn't imagine how many other girls he had also done this to, without anyone to stop him. Once Leah was able to push the strap-on inside about halfway, she slammed the rest of it into Tim's asshole with a grunt. "Ahh!" Tim screamed. "Leah! I'm sorry! Please! Don't do this!" These begs were followed by Tim's and Leah's heavy breathing. "Look at you, bitch. You're pathetic. You're not a man, but you're not a woman. You're just a little sissy bitch." Leah leaned in close to his and spit on him, causing him to flinch and shut his eyes. Leah regained her posture and started pumping the strap-on into my sissy's asshole. Despite everything that had just happened, his little cock was still as hard as it could get inside the cage. Leah pulled out, then slammed back in. Every time she thrust in, I watched her boobs shake up and down, while the flesh of Tim's calves and ass jiggled. I couldn't take it anymore. My own cock was about to burst out of my pants. I motioned for Leah to move Tim a little bit, and turned him so that now his head was hanging over the edge of the bed. I was still holding his hands while Leah held his legs up. I held onto both of Tim's wrists with one hand and used my free hand to remove my pants. Tim had his head hanging over the side of the bed, with his eyes closed. Without warning, I shoved my freed cock onto his lips. At this point, I couldn't see his facial reaction, but I could feel him thrashing his head around, underneath my cock. "Open wide and take that cock like the sissy bitch you are!" Leah ordered. She started squeezing his balls again. Tim did value his balls, so he did as she told. "If Aaron feels any teeth, then I swear I will rip your balls off, bitch!" Leah yelled at him. I grinned. Leah was definitely enjoying this. My cock was also very satisfied. My roommate's warm and wet mouth surrounded my rock-hard member. I groaned in pleasure. I pushed my cock further, and my tip hit the back of his throat. That didn't stop me, though. There was still about a quarter of my cock exposed to the cold air. I thrust my hips forward. I nearly came just from that. The top of Tim's throat clenched around my sensitive tip. I felt choking, but I didn't care. I could feel some slight scratching on the top of my cock from Tim's teeth. I warned him about that, and I could tell that Leah was tightening her grip. My little sissy learned that he could wrap his lips around his teeth to avoid any more trouble. I pulled my cock out of his mouth, but before he could finish taking a deep breath, I thrust it in again. Once again, there was more choking and groaning. This was a real sight. Just a few days ago, Tim was a sexist, arrogant asshole of a roommate. Now, he was lying in his bed, being penetrated from his asshole and his mouth. I started thrusting at the rate that Leah was, and we got into a rhythm. We both slammed in deep at the same time, then pulled out. We slammed in deep again, and pulled out. We repeated this process, while Tim was unable to do anything but lie there and take the punishment. As I was getting close to cumming, I saw a glob of pre-cum ooze out of Tim's little cock and out of the cage, landing on his flat belly. Leah saw this, too, and started thrusting faster. "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close..." I groaned. I pulled my cock out of my sissy's mouth and started to jack off. Before Tim could react, I shot my load all over his face. My several thick ropes of cum covered his nose, eyes, cheeks, and lips. I could see that Tim did close his mouth, but I didn't care. My goal was to humiliate the hell out of him, and that definitely worked. Leah also pulled the strap-on out of Tim's asshole. She let go of his legs, and they just dropped onto the bed. I pushed my sissy onto the bed so his head was no longer hanging off the side. "P-please... I have to cum... just take this cage off of me so I can cum..." I loved hearing my sissy beg. But I didn't plan on doing anything he asked of me. "Pathetic," Leah spat. She wasn't angry anymore, but she that didn't mean she was ready to let things go. Leah grabbed Tim by the throat. She slapped him on the face, which caused some of my cum to go flying. I found that rather amusing. "I'm going to make sure that you never do something like that again. I heard your apology, but I don't really feel like that was enough," Leah's hand was now covered in my cum, so she just smeared it on Tim's belly, mixing it with the small puddle of Tim's pre-cum that had formed. "I'm probably going to have to spend some more time with you to make sure that you really meant what you said." With that, Leah walked away from Tim and started to get dressed and pack her things away. She was pretty fierce. My roommate lay on his bed, cock twitching in the cage. He didn't try to get himself off this time, but I could tell he was debating it. He kept having to blink cum out of his eyes that dripped in, which I found funny. "Well, you really messed with the wrong girl, kid," I scolded. Leah left the room. I heard her open the door to our apartment. It slammed shut behind her, leaving me and my roommate together. I turned around for a moment, then looked back to see that Tim was staring at me. He immediately turned away, face reddening. I put my clothes back on. Tim was lying on the bed, silently sobbing. I realized that night had already fallen. What a crazy 24 hours it had been. This was going to be a lot of fun.

I looked into Tim's room. There was just enough light shining through the window to outline my little sissy's chest moving up and down. He was pretty much in the same position I left him, lying on his back with his arms tied up above him. I walked over to the bed to look at my sissy. There was dried drool coming from his mouth and dried tears in the corners of his eyes. I guess I should wake him up. "Hey, wakey wakey!" I slapped him lightly on the face. His eyes slowly opened. At first, he seemed to have no idea where he was or what happened to him. I stepped back a bit as thrashed about trying to get out of his restraints. "What the fuck is going on?" He yelled at me, then remembered what had happened last night. His body went limp. "Did you sleep well?" I asked jokingly. It seemed like my little sissy didn't want to look at me. I could see his face turning red. "I need to use the bathroom," he whispered. "Sure thing," I untied his arms. He sat up, rotating his hands and rubbing his wrists, which now had red marks around them. I didn't tie the ropes very tight, so he was probably trying to get out of them overnight. "C-can you take this off, too?" He asked, shamefully pointing at the chastity cage that was restraining his little penis. However, this chastity device was like a metal cage, with a hole at the end that allowed for easy use. It could also be cleaned while it was being worn, so I theoretically never had to take it off. "Fortunately, there's no need to take it off. The design is actually perfect for using the bathroom and cleaning, as well," I smirked evilly. He looked at me like he wanted to kill me. It was understandable. "I can see you want to say something," I noted. "I'll let you say whatever you want and I won't punish you." "Fuck you, you piece of shit!" He screamed. "Get this fucking thing off me!" I chuckled at that. It was good to see there was still fight in him. It would only be more satisfying when I broke him. "Well, I'll take it off when I think you deserve it." I waited there while he fumed. "Didn't you say you have to go to the bathroom?" With that, he left his room. I called out after him, "You should hurry up, you don't want to be late to your classes!" I left his room as well. The sissy took about half an hour in the bathroom. As he got dressed, he demanded one more time that I take the cage off him, but I denied. I just told him to get back earlier today. I don't think I had to worry about him telling anyone about what I had done to him. There's no way his dignity would allow him to tell someone that he'd been taken like a bitch. I laughed at the thought. "I have a surprise for you when you get back." ===== It was about 6 o'clock when Tim got back. It was still pretty late, but early for him. I was in my room when I heard the apartment door open. "Hey, Aaron, where the hell are you?" He shouted. "You said you would take this thing off me!" He burst into my room, demanding that I take his chastity cage off. "Alright, alright, just hold on a sec." I stood up and walked out of my room. Tim followed me. I sat down on the couch and opened up my phone. Tim stared at me as I just sat on the couch, ignoring him. His face was turning red, and I could very clearly see that he was starting to get mad. Strange, even though I had complete control over him, he was acting like he was the boss. "What the fuck are you waiting for, Aaron!" He demanded. I smiled, hearing the desperation behind his anger. At that moment, there was a knock on our door. Tim looked confused as I told him to get it. Tim walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a girl on the other side. She wore yoga pants and a tight t-shirt that outlined her curvy figure. She had blond hair and slightly tanned skin. On her back was a small black backpack. This girl was actually shorter than Tim, which was surprising. Tim looked at the pretty girl, baffled. I could see his face was now red not because of anger, but embarrassment. Normally, Tim would've wasted no time hitting on this girl. I guess the chastity cage really didn't put him in the mood. "So, you're Tim, right?" She asked. Tim responded with a very audible gulp and a quick head nod. She then brushed past him into the apartment. I stood to greet her. "Hey Aaron!" She greeted me. "Hey Leah," I responded. Meanwhile, Tim closed the door and looked at me. I ignored Tim and spoke to Leah for a little bit, then pointed her to his room. She smirked at me and walked into his room, closing the door behind her. "W-what just happened, Aaron?" Tim asked. "You've never had sex with a girl before, right?" Tim's face flushed, but I could tell he was starting to get excited. After about a day of not getting any release, and then seeing a hot girl walk into his bedroom, I think I could predict what he was thinking. "N-no..." he responded shyly. "Well, today's the day, my friend." I gave him a rough slap on the back. His face lit up. "Really? Hell yeah! Then let's get this thing off me so I can get some!" "Just hold on, kid," I pushed him towards him room. "W-wait, Aaron, you have to take this thing off of me first!" "Don't worry about it," I reassured him and kept pushing him towards his room. I opened the door. Leah was there, standing, naked. However, she had her back to us. Tim's eyes practically bulged out of his head. I think it was safe to assume that this was the first time he'd ever even seen a naked girl in person. Now he was urgently whispering to me, demanding that I take his cage off. I could hear the strain in his voice. "Tim, why don't you get those annoying clothes off for me?" Leah asked. She was still facing the other way, only turning her head to look at us. This girl was so hot. It took all of my restraint not to move to her. Tim looked at her, then looked at me. The poor kid was confused as hell. I just nodded and told him to do as told. Slowly, a shirt came off, then pants, followed by a very hesitant removal of his boxers. When part of the metal cage started to peek out, Leah didn't notice, or at least she pretended not to. This gave Tim some more confidence and he quickened his pace. "Now get over here and lie down on the bed. Let's have some fun," Leah said with a smirk. The poor kid didn't know what was happening, but he just did as he was told. He climbed onto the bed and laid down. All the while, Leah kept his back to him. "Close your eyes baby, I'll make you feel good," she crooned. I walked around to the head of the bed. Leah turned around. I could barely hold in my laughter. Leah sure was a beautiful girl. She had perky breasts and a really curvy and sexy body. However, right over her crotch was a massive black strap-on. It looked like Leah was nearly about to laugh as well. Tim, being the gullible idiot he was, kept his eyes closed. My sissy slut's little cock was hardened on the inside of the cage, straining against the metal restraints. "I'm all nice and lubed up for you, Tim," Leah whispered. She stroked the lubricated strap-on with her hands. Well, she wasn't lying! She got onto the bed and kneeled in between Tim's legs. Quickly, she grabbed his ankles and lifted them up over her shoulders. At the same time, I grabbed onto his wrists and held them down over his head. Now, Tim decided to open his eyes to see what was happening. He lifted his head to see the big dildo at the entrance of his asshole. I couldn't believe how gullible my sissy slave was. "Oh, no, no, please, don't do this!" He started screaming. "Oh, you should be excited, Tim. It's your first time having sex with a girl after all," Leah's seductive voice was full of cruelty. My own cock was straining against the inside of my pants, but I wanted to let Leah have her fun. "Do you remember, bitch, what you did to me?" Leah's voice was full of hatred. It seemed that Tim didn't know what she was talking about. That made sense, since he didn't even recognize her. "It was at a party a few months ago. You were probably just following Aaron around like you always do. And I don't know if you were high or drunk or whatever, but you started feeling me up." As she said that, she reached one of her hands down to the chastity cage. She rubbed his restrained cock, which was still hard. Then she cupped his balls in her hand. She started squeezing them lightly. Tim winced from the slight discomfort. "Please, Leah, I'm so s-sorry, I-I really didn't mean it..." "It didn't seem like it at the time, bitch ," Leah kept squeezing his small balls. "Because you actually pulled me into a bedroom and pushed me back, kinda like what I'm doing to you know." My little sissy didn't try to get out anymore. He was just completely still, sweating and breathing hard due to the pain from Leah's grip. "L-look, Leah, p-please, s-stop it. I'm really s-sorry about what I did..." he whispered. Leah ignored him. "It was a good thing Aaron came along when he did." She looked at me and gave me a tired smile. "Or else you might've done something even worse." With that, Leah started to push the strap-on into Tim's asshole. She still held onto his balls, but it seemed like she was loosening her grip. Tim's face was red, and I could see his eyes watering up. I didn't know if it was from humiliation or guilt, or both, but I didn't feel bad for him after I heard Leah's story. It was true that I stopped him from doing anything more to Leah, but I couldn't imagine how many other girls he had also done this to, without anyone to stop him. Once Leah was able to push the strap-on inside about halfway, she slammed the rest of it into Tim's asshole with a grunt. "Ahh!" Tim screamed. "Leah! I'm sorry! Please! Don't do this!" These begs were followed by Tim's and Leah's heavy breathing. "Look at you, bitch. You're pathetic. You're not a man, but you're not a woman. You're just a little sissy bitch." Leah leaned in close to his and spit on him, causing him to flinch and shut his eyes. Leah regained her posture and started pumping the strap-on into my sissy's asshole. Despite everything that had just happened, his little cock was still as hard as it could get inside the cage. Leah pulled out, then slammed back in. Every time she thrust in, I watched her boobs shake up and down, while the flesh of Tim's calves and ass jiggled. I couldn't take it anymore. My own cock was about to burst out of my pants. I motioned for Leah to move Tim a little bit, and turned him so that now his head was hanging over the edge of the bed. I was still holding his hands while Leah held his legs up. I held onto both of Tim's wrists with one hand and used my free hand to remove my pants. Tim had his head hanging over the side of the bed, with his eyes closed. Without warning, I shoved my freed cock onto his lips. At this point, I couldn't see his facial reaction, but I could feel him thrashing his head around, underneath my cock. "Open wide and take that cock like the sissy bitch you are!" Leah ordered. She started squeezing his balls again. Tim did value his balls, so he did as she told. "If Aaron feels any teeth, then I swear I will rip your balls off, bitch!" Leah yelled at him. I grinned. Leah was definitely enjoying this. My cock was also very satisfied. My roommate's warm and wet mouth surrounded my rock-hard member. I groaned in pleasure. I pushed my cock further, and my tip hit the back of his throat. That didn't stop me, though. There was still about a quarter of my cock exposed to the cold air. I thrust my hips forward. I nearly came just from that. The top of Tim's throat clenched around my sensitive tip. I felt choking, but I didn't care. I could feel some slight scratching on the top of my cock from Tim's teeth. I warned him about that, and I could tell that Leah was tightening her grip. My little sissy learned that he could wrap his lips around his teeth to avoid any more trouble. I pulled my cock out of his mouth, but before he could finish taking a deep breath, I thrust it in again. Once again, there was more choking and groaning. This was a real sight. Just a few days ago, Tim was a sexist, arrogant asshole of a roommate. Now, he was lying in his bed, being penetrated from his asshole and his mouth. I started thrusting at the rate that Leah was, and we got into a rhythm. We both slammed in deep at the same time, then pulled out. We slammed in deep again, and pulled out. We repeated this process, while Tim was unable to do anything but lie there and take the punishment. As I was getting close to cumming, I saw a glob of pre-cum ooze out of Tim's little cock and out of the cage, landing on his flat belly. Leah saw this, too, and started thrusting faster. "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close..." I groaned. I pulled my cock out of my sissy's mouth and started to jack off. Before Tim could react, I shot my load all over his face. My several thick ropes of cum covered his nose, eyes, cheeks, and lips. I could see that Tim did close his mouth, but I didn't care. My goal was to humiliate the hell out of him, and that definitely worked. Leah also pulled the strap-on out of Tim's asshole. She let go of his legs, and they just dropped onto the bed. I pushed my sissy onto the bed so his head was no longer hanging off the side. "P-please... I have to cum... just take this cage off of me so I can cum..." I loved hearing my sissy beg. But I didn't plan on doing anything he asked of me. "Pathetic," Leah spat. She wasn't angry anymore, but she that didn't mean she was ready to let things go. Leah grabbed Tim by the throat. She slapped him on the face, which caused some of my cum to go flying. I found that rather amusing. "I'm going to make sure that you never do something like that again. I heard your apology, but I don't really feel like that was enough," Leah's hand was now covered in my cum, so she just smeared it on Tim's belly, mixing it with the small puddle of Tim's pre-cum that had formed. "I'm probably going to have to spend some more time with you to make sure that you really meant what you said." With that, Leah walked away from Tim and started to get dressed and pack her things away. She was pretty fierce. My roommate lay on his bed, cock twitching in the cage. He didn't try to get himself off this time, but I could tell he was debating it. He kept having to blink cum out of his eyes that dripped in, which I found funny. "Well, you really messed with the wrong girl, kid," I scolded. Leah left the room. I heard her open the door to our apartment. It slammed shut behind her, leaving me and my roommate together. I turned around for a moment, then looked back to see that Tim was staring at me. He immediately turned away, face reddening. I put my clothes back on. Tim was lying on the bed, silently sobbing. I realized that night had already fallen. What a crazy 24 hours it had been. This was going to be a lot of fun.

"Good Morning, Red Bay doctors surgery, how can I help?" "Hi, can I make an appointment to see Dr. Johnson please?" I asked the triage nurse on the phone "May I ask what the problem is sir?" She replied "Err...Yeah, it's about a scar I have. I want to check its healed okay" "Okay, where about's is the scar?" "It's err, on my penis" I answered, awkwardly "Oh, okay, no problem. Dr. Johnson can see you at 5pm today. I'll brief him on the details" "5pm is great, thanks. Goodbye" I felt awkward about going to see my doctor for a genital problem but thought it was the best thing to do. Around 6 months ago, I had an unfortunate accident while receiving a blowjob from my girlfriend at the time. She was trying to take me deep in her mouth and gagged strongly. In doing so, she bit down and caused a deep cut on the underside of my shaft, about halfway down its length. I went immediately to hospital and had a couple of stitches, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Now, it seems to have healed fully, but it's left a clear scar, so I thought I'd get it looked at to make sure it's alright. Dr. Johnson had been my doctor for years. He'd seen me for just about every ailment I'd had in my life. So I didn't have too many worries about showing him my cock, even if it was awkward. later that day, I headed to the doctors. I approached the reception desk. "Hi, I'm here for my appointment with Dr. Johnson" I said, giving them my name "Oh, has no one called you?" replied the confused receptionist "No, why?" "Dr. Johnson was taken ill himself earlier today. Dr. Sheppard has taken over his appointments for the rest of the day. I'll let her know that you've arrived" she explained. "Dr. Sheppard is a woman?" I asked, considering the nature of my visit "Yes, she is, is that a problem?" was the blunt retort from the receptionist I thought for a moment, about if I would be comfortable showing a random woman my penis. This usually wouldn't take a great deal of consideration but, in this case, it was for an entirely different reason than pleasure. I finally answered "No, not a problem" "Take a seat and she'll call you through shortly" I was told I obliged and sat in the busy waiting room. After a short wait, that always feels far longer when surrounded by people coughing and spluttering everywhere, my name was called through the speaker system. The voice was soft and feminine and had me wondering what to expect as I walked towards the doctors room. I knocked on the door. "Come in" Spoke the same voice I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw when I walked in. Dr. Sheppard was far from a disappointment. She had long dark hair tied in a neat ponytail. She wore black framed glasses that suited her gentle face perfectly and highlighted her green eyes and dark eye liner. She was slim and classy, wearing a black, knee length, pencil skirt over dark tights on her sleek legs. The doctors tight white blouse hugged her figure as it tucked into her dress, pulling tight around her well sized breasts and highlighting the black bra beneath. Subtle jewellery and black heels completed her sophisticated appearance. She slowly spun in her chair to face me. "Take a seat, I'm Dr. Sheppard" I sat down, still slightly taken aback by the doctors beauty. "So, you have a scar you want me to look at? The notes I've been given are brief, where abouts is the scar?" She asked "It's errr, on my penis" Dr. Sheppard sat up in her chair slightly. "Oh. Well errr, standard procedure is that a male doctor would see to you in this case. Would you like me to rearrange your appointment for when Dr. Johnson is back?" "To be honest, I think it's mostly healed, I just wanted a second opinion. Is there no way you could just take a quick look?" I asked, hopefully "I really shouldn't" Dr. Sheppard answered "But, I suppose Dr. Johnsons absence is quite an inconvenience for you" She sighed "Strip from the waist down and hop up on the bed. Draw the curtain first and let me know when you're ready" I stepped towards the medical bed and drew the curtain. I slipped off my shoes and socks and unbuckled my jeans, pulling them off and folding them onto the floor. Then I took off my boxers and placed them down with the rest of my clothes. I hopped up onto the bed and laid flat, crossing my hands on my stomach. "I think I'm ready" I anxiously called out Dr. Sheppard pulled back the curtain and stepped inside. She was now wearing a pair of white medical gloves, standard procedure for examinations I suppose. "Let's take a look at this scar, shall we" She stated Placing one hand on my thigh, the doctor lifted my flaccid penis with the other hand and began to take a look. I take good care of my genital region and always kept the area completely shaven, which probably helped in this instance. Dr. Sheppard gently ran her little finger over the scar. "Any bleeding since the stitches?" She asked "No, not at all" I replied "It seems to have healed very nicely, you've been lucky it seems" I smiled. As I looked up at the doctor, I couldn't help but notice that one of the buttons on her blouse had become unfastened, revealing a decent amount of her large cleavage. So much so that I could clearly see the black, lacy fabric of her bra. I averted my gaze and, in doing so, caught eye-contact with Dr. Sheppard. It was only for a moment and I could help but wonder if she'd seen me looking at her breasts, or if her blouse becoming undone was an accident at all. I looked back down at my penis, seemingly the safest option. I had failed to notice that in the time I'd been admiring the doctors chest, my cock had begun to become erect. Only a little, but it had grown a good inch and a half, all whilst still in the doctors hand. She would definitely have noticed. "Any erectile problems?" Dr. Sheppard asked, almost startling me amongst my panic "Errr, N-n-no. N-no problems" I stuttered She continued to gently grasp my member, which seemed to have stopped growing to spare my embarrassment. She looked down at it through her glasses and, after a pause, said something I really wasn't expecting. "This may sound a little...Unconventional. And by all means feel free to refuse. But to properly see how the scar has healed, I'll need to see it...Fully erect" I wasn't sure who was blushing more, me or the doctor. A million thoughts ran through my mind over the next few seconds. Was she making a move on me? Was this just standard procedure? Would Dr. Johnson have asked the same question? How should I respond? "Fully erect? Are you sure" I asked "Is that okay?" she said I hesitated, but answered "Yeah, I suppose. It's just...It might be a little difficult, in these circumstances" Dr. sheppard paused briefly and then stood up, finally letting go of my again flaccid member. "Of course, Maybe I can help" She said "It's the least I can do for asking you to do this" She turned around and slowly walked back through the curtain, removing her gloves. After a moment I heard a click. The unmistakable sound of a door being locked. The light shone onto the curtain, showing me a silhouette of her fine figure. She walked to her desk and let down her hair from its ponytail, shaking it out as she did. She then adjusted her skirt and blouse and walked back towards the curtain. Dr. Sheppard stepped back inside. She looked incredible. Her long, dark hair reached halfway down her back and shaped around her face and shoulders. Her blouse was now unbuttoned to her navel, fully revealing her black, lacy bra. The blouse was still tucked into her skirt, which she had hoicked up to make it considerably shorter. It was now so short that I could just about see that what I had thought were tights, were actually stockings, held up by a pair of lacy suspenders. I could barely lift my jaw off the floor to speak. "Interesting attire for a day at work" I chuckled She smiled back at me. "I was supposed to have a date after work this evening" said the Doctor “But they've let me down. So, I thought it would be a shame to let my effort go to waste” “Well they're definitely going to regret missing out on you” With that, Dr. Sheppard stepped to the side of the bed, leaned down and kissed me. Her lips were soft and gentle, with a faint taste of cherry, probably from their light coating of lipstick. I moved my hand to her waist and pulled her close to the bed. She pulled up my shirt and rested her hand on my chest whilst my hand slipped to her round, firm buttocks. I squeezed gently and hooked my hand up her skirt to feel her bare ass cheek. The doctor forced her tongue into my mouth, as her kisses became more and more passionate, with her breathing becoming heavy. I ran my hand up her slender waist and up to her breasts. Her body was toned and firm, she clearly kept herself in good shape. I squeezed her large tits through her bra, each one comfortably more than a handful. She moaned gently as I did so. I sat myself up on the bed slightly, raising my face to her chest. Dr. Sheppard welcomed me by pulling each breast out of her bra and letting them hang in my face. I took one of her rock hard, pale nipples into my mouth and sucked strongly. Alternating between each nipple, I licked, sucked and kissed while the doctor ran her hands through my hair. Soon, one of her hands slid down my face, across my body and onto my rock hard cock. She moved her face to my ear. "Now let me take a closer look at this scar" She said, in a flirty, suggestive tone. Moving her body across mine and down the bed, Dr. Sheppard brought her head to my throbbing penis. She took it in her hand and, without hesitation, wrapped her warm, wet lips around my member, sucking hard. Her tongue swirled playfully around the shaft and head, making me moan and writhe. I ran my fingers through her hair, down her back and onto her ass. Then, I moved her rear end round towards me and pulled up her skirt. Beneath was another fine surprise. No panties. Her perfect ass was almost heart-shaped from this angle, with her freshly shaven pussy peeking out at its base. I ran my fingers over it, which made the doctor open her legs invitingly. She continued sucking my cock as I split her pussy lips with my fingers. I heard a deep moan that rumbled down my shaft as I circled her pulsing clitoris. Her hand jerked my penis as she went to work on it, sucking and licking its entirety. Taking my middle finger, I slipped it deep inside her wet pussy, twisting and thrusting, much to her enjoyment as she moaned thankfully while she took a breather from swallowing my cock. I carried on fingering her while she draped her hair and tits over my crotch. Soon, she began to whimper and pant. Her legs shook and the doctor let out a high pitched groan as she came powerfully on my fingers, almost losing her balance. I swung my legs round and stood up, while Dr. Sheppard hunched over the edge of the medical bed, catching her breath from her orgasm. I positioned myself behind her and slid my solid shaft over the crack of her ass. She pushed back at me as I did, inviting me in. "Your date is a foolish man for passing up on you tonight" I stated The doctor turned and smiled over her shoulder at me. "Who said anything about my date being a man?" I was slightly taken aback but even more attracted to her now that I knew she was Bi-sexual. I grabbed her waist with one hand and my cock with the other, ready to make my entry. Dr. Sheppard lifted her right leg so her knee was on the side of the bed, while she lowered her head and chest towards it, opening her legs wide for me. I rubbed the head of my penis between her soaked pussy lips a few times and then slid deep inside her. She gripped the bed as my cock filled her tight hole. Now, with both hands on her waist, I ploughed her cunt with my cock, wasting no time. The doctor whimpered and groaned, clearly trying to contain her ecstasy so we wouldn't be heard. Her ass bounced as I fucked her, each thrust bringing another whimper. The bed rattled and shook. It wasn't long until the beautiful woman was cumming again on my cock, squealing with pleasure. She pulled herself forward and I slipped out of her sopping cunt. Dr. Sheppard turned to face me. She kissed me passionately and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck as she pulled me towards her once more. She hopped up onto the edge of the bed and wrapped her stockinged legs around my waist. "Fuck me deep and hard, I need that cum" She growled. I didn't need asking twice. I grabbed her waist once more and slid deep inside her again. She held my neck as I pulled at her waist, pulling us towards each other. We kept constant eye contact as I fucked her faster and faster. Her legs gripped my waist while her pussy gripped my cock. Her large breasts bounced rhythmically as her whole body shook with each blow. I could feel myself getting close as my thrusts swallowed, pushing myself closer to orgasm. I stood up straight as the doctor released my neck and propped herself up with her elbows. By now her moans were loud and deep, ready for the inevitable. She came once more, her dripping wet pussy clenching around my pumping member. That was enough to finish me off. After a few more thrusts I pulled my cock out of the doctors perfect hole and aimed it at her. I groaned deeply as ropes of hot cum erupted out of me. They covered her pussy and stomach, incredibly missing what remained of her clothes. One blast shot further than the rest, landing on her chin and dripping onto her tits. We both stood for a moment, catching our breaths and, in my case at least, enjoying the view. "Well" Dr. Sheppard panted "There's certainly nothing wrong with your Penis" She picked up her glasses that had fallen off while I had taken her from behind. "Thank you for your... Thorough assessment" I chuckled. "Not a problem, but... I think you should definitely have regular check-ups on it. You know, just in case" Said the Doctor, with a wry smile "I'll have reception schedule you for another appointment in two weeks time, just confirm it on your way out" "I certainly will" I replied, as I finished redressing myself. I slipped out, leaving the doctor to clean up and compose herself. As I walked towards the reception desk I could hear raised voices "Why am I still waiting?!" shouted one voice "What on earth is she doing to take so long?!" screeched another A long queue of patients, obviously waiting to see Dr. Sheppard, had formed in the waiting room. I'd been in the doctors office considerably longer than the usual 15 minute appointment time. I Approached the desk and gave my name, letting the receptionist know I was confirming my next appointment. "Dr. Sheppard will see you again in two weeks from this Thursday" She said "Perfect, Thank you" I grinned, this was one visit to the doctor I certainly wouldn't forget in a hurry.

Martin pushed the door to his apartment open with a heavy sigh, another long day at the office. He had gone in early long before the sun had risen to cover the shift of another worker; he longed to wring the neck of that inconsiderate manager of his... With an apathetic grunt he tossed his coat onto the lounge chair by the door and dumped his briefcase by the door, sliding out of his shoes and walking into the sanctuary of home. It had been a long 12 hour day...he was pretty sure the amount of time he had worked was illegal but, maybe all the extra time could convince the higher ups to finally bump him out of sales and into accounting or some other cushy job on the floor above him. "Someday..." he thought to himself, referring to someday being in charge of everything...so he could stop working so much like a damned slave. Martin tugged at his tie, letting it hang loosely from his neck as he ran his fingers through his hair, yawning off the days work, headed to the coffee machine to get himself a mug of the good stuff before Adrianne got home from school. His eyes caught the picture stuck to the fridge...him and his little girl had been at it on their own for the last 5 years after his wife passed away. Martin had tried his best to distract himself from the folly of trying to find another...he convinced himself that little Addie was all he needed. She had grown a lot since then, blooming in so many ways; he was proud of her, proud of how strong she was becoming. He dropped himself into that same indentation on his couch, grabbing the remote and sipping his coffee before turning on the TV...cartoons had been left on since this morning. Adrianne should be getting home soon...he decided to just leave them on in the background while scrolling through his phone. After about 20 minutes, the door opened, and in stepped his daughter. She had the most beautiful jet black hair that came down to her collarbone, and bright blue eyes. The young girl stepped in, wearing that uniform she loathed so much, that stuffy button up shirt, jacket and skirt with those ugly grey leggings. Martin couldn't help but smile as she walked in, tossing her back atop the lounge chair his coat rested on, his young daughter skipping over and hopping right into her dad's lap. "Hi Daddy!" she smiled, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss on the cheek. Martin laughed, dropping his phone and cupping her back while moving his coffee aside for her, "Watch it sweetie, I've got lava in a cup here." Addie giggled, sitting in his lap and bouncing a bit, Martin had most definitely noticed her process of growing...he had bought her some bras just last week, she was developing steadily. As lonely as he was, he forced these thoughts from his head, his little girl was nothing to lust over...Adrianne looked at the TV, cocking her head, "You are watching cartoons?!" Martin stammered, trying to go for the remote, but unable to really move much with Addie on his lap, "Well I...was just channel surfing and I dropped the remote, and then I looked up some funny stuff on my phone and..." he kept going, making his daughter giggle. She rolled her eyes and crawled up off his lap, "Suuuure...I bet you secretly watch anime when I'm not around!" Fixing her skirt, Adrianne stepped over to her bag, scooping it up and turning back at him, "Is today laundry day?" "Whuh? Oh...yea. I'll take care of it sweetheart, you just do your homework." Martin set his coffee cup down, some laundry work would take his mind of this lousy day. Adrianne nodded and sat down at the dinner table not far from the TV, opening up a book and starting to read it while her father stepped away. He hit her room first, picking up her dirty clothes hamper and looking around the room for discarded clothes. A shirt here, a sock there, he began picking up her dirty clothes and putting them in the hamper, stopping himself when he turned and found a pair of panties on the bed...his mind began to race, they were baby blue with a bow in the middle of the waistband, small just like her. What was he thinking? He'd seen her naked plenty of times, from bathing her to the odd swimsuit accident. This was nothing new...why did he hesitate? Martin grunted and picked up the panties, tossing them into the bin and walking to the hall where the washer and drier were kept. His hands slid the doors open, blocking the hall on both sides, the light in the laundry room was the only one on him now, he stared down into the hamper, at those baby blue panties...his little girl wasn't little anymore, surely he noticed...surely he noticed how much she had grown? She even showed him from time to time, showing off her bras and cute swimsuits, she always wanted him to see how much of a woman she was becoming. It was like hypnosis, his hands delicately picked up the discarded panties, and before he knew it they were under his nose. He inhaled only slightly, as if he was testing to see if they were actually dirty...then it hit him, they did carry a scent. He looked at the inside of them, there were marks from a liquid in the fabric, he sniffed them again...the feeling hit him like a bolt of lightning, he had caught the smell of Adrianne's young pussy, it was...well it was pretty startling. Based on the stain, it sure wasn't urine, Adrianne had gotten a bit excited at one time or another, was she already masturbating...? His mind snapped back from his reverie when he felt himself bump the washing machine in front of him, a bulge had formed in his trousers, "Damn it..." he muttered. He set them down in a pile, reaching into the hamper to separate the colors from the whites. Double damn it! There were only a couple of colors, the rest of the garments had been whites, he set the colored things aside on the dryer while starting up the washer, all the while he could see those panties laying there, his curiosity growing with every moment. "Nnnghh..." he groaned, and shut the doors to the laundry room, sealing them away from his sight while he slunk off to his room in shame. Adrianne was able to make herself a TV dinner as the evening rolled around, Martin eventually settled down and emerged from the room. He had changed out of his work clothes into some sweat pants and a t-shirt to relax in, Addie nudged him as she walked by with her TV dinner, taking her seat at the dinner table. Martin smiled and sat down next to her, stealing a fry from the tray and eating it. She growled and swatted at his hand, huffing before going back to her book. She was reading some biology textbook, specifically human anatomy, all about things like the circulatory system and bone structure and other trivial things. Martin sat quietly chewing on his fry, looking down at her book and musing, "Human body eh? Looks pretty boring...I mean look at me!" Adrianne laughed and set her head in her hands, "Yeaa...I already know all this stuff anyway, the internet taught me way more than these dumb books...like look at this." She turned the page, showing more of the anatomy book, the pages detailing the reproductive system, with diagrams of penises and vaginas in large detail. Martin looked over the book, laughing to himself when he saw the diagram of the vagina, thinking: "Well now boys will have no excuse to not know where the clitoris is..." Adrianne spoke again, "I learned about all this stuff a long time ago, I already know how babies are made." Martin nearly choked, but caught himself, coughing a bit with his mouth closed, "What? But I didn't even-- I mean we-- How did you..?" Adrianne looked up at her father, rolling her eyes a bit, "The internet dad...I mean you told me a long time ago you don't believe in that 'parental control' stuff. I mean, now that I know about it, I'm like the only kid who doesn't start laughing when the teacher talks about penises." Martin snorted a bit, Addie glared at him, he may be an adult but his sense of humor regularly was childish. "Anyway..." she continued, "The only thing the books won't teach you is like...about love and boys and stuff. Or what 'fucking' means..." Martin looked at his daughter with wide eyes, and she brought her fingers to her mouth, "Sorry!" She giggled, and he rolled his eyes. Well she was growing up pretty fast, at the very least if she knew about these things, she wouldn't be clueless as she got older and got knocked up by some idiot guy before she even turned 18... Martin scratched his head idly, "Maybe when that becomes relevant...either you'll find out on your own or...maybe your friends will tell you, but Addie please just...be more careful about what sites you go to? I don't want viruses or worse...some creepy person following you..." Adrianne waved her hand dismissively, "Naah...I stay out of chat rooms, I don't accept friend requests from anybody I don't know either!" Martin nodded in approval, looking down at the book again. "So...how much do you know anyway? About babies..." Martin asked hesitantly. Addie shrugged and looked up at him, "You put the penis in the vagina and then...white stuff comes out, semen? And then that gets into the egg and then poof! Lots of animals do it...I watched a couple of dogs do it once." Martin couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Oh sweetie...well I suppose that means I have to start screening all the boys you hang out with eh?" Adrianne huffed, "No! I don't even like any of the boys in my class anyway...a lot of them smell weird or try grabbing me in the halls..." Martin's expression became more serious, his protective instincts kicking in. "Honey, does anybody ever touch you inappropriately? Has anybody ever tried to hurt you??" Addie looked back up at him, a bit confused, "What? No...I mean they just pinch me or punch me in the arm...I drop kicked one of them into a pond one time, it was funny." Martin laughed and heaved a sigh of relief. Standing up and patting his daughters head, "That's my girl...I'm going to go lay down in my room, holler if you need me?" Adrianne looked back, yelling jokingly, "What if I need you now?!?" Martin waved as he walked away, "You already know this stuff, so you won't need me for it!" She pouted and sat back in her chair, rolling her eyes and going back to reading her book. ------------------------------------------------- As her father left the room, Adrianne pulled her phone from her pocket carefully. She knew she wasn't allowed to use it during homework time but, eventually she could convince Dad that she needed it. She scrolled the screen along silently, reading a graphic novel she had found that had been sent to her for it's "story" and "plot". Her face going red when the next page showed up on the screen after a long and drawn out opening that just teased the audience... The girl had taken off her top! She looked at the drawn breasts, admiring how bouncy and soft they looked...someday she hoped to have some like that girl's, her own were still just little buds on her chest...but she still loved showing off her cute bras to her father. She sighed to herself, she had showed him her body at times but he didn't ever seem to notice. Maybe she was just doing something wrong? She kept thinking...showing him what she lacked in breasts wouldn't do her any good. She flipped to a new page, the girl in the pictures was laying in a long shirt, from the angle she sat at, Addie could tell she wore no underwear. The guy who came in was pretty shocked to see her like this, but she just smiled, patting the couch next to her, bidding him to sit down. Addie thought for a bit, looking at the girl's plump hips and backside...she had thought for a while that maybe wearing skirts or tight pants would attract his attention...maybe she just needed to give him a bigger hint? Adrianne sat for a while at the table, scrolling through her phone, looking at pictures of women and at the men who were seduced by them, or bid to make love to them. She knew pretty well by this point how sex worked but, this feeling she had for her father, it seemed weird...was it wrong to love her Dad? She felt a familiar heat beginning to stir in her nether regions, Adrianne hadn't really figured out what to do with the wet sticky stuff that ended up inside of her panties, or what the heat in her young loins even meant. She knew it made her feel light and excited but...didn't have any idea of how to satiate what she felt...this...need? Addie began to shift about in her seat...she needed her father to love her...love her like the girls in these comics. She didn't know why but, it was no coincidence that when she saw him emerge from the shower, his penis bared to the world while his face was covered in a towel, that she felt that same heat in her loins...the two had to be related. --------------------------------------------------- Martin laid in his bed, the room was dark, the curtains drawn, the TV was quiet. He looked over his phone still, the TV was really just background noise, he couldn't stand the commercials. He felt sleepiness beginning to set in, before a timid knock on his door was heard. His eyes shifted to the clock next to the television, it was 8 PM, "You coming to say goodnight, honey?" Adrianne opened the door slowly, clad in a long thin pajama shirt that went down just past her thighs, peering through the opening before stepping in, "A-actually...I tried sleeping earlier, but I couldn't do it...so I was wondering...if I could lay with you for a bit?" Martin smiled, setting his phone aside again and opening an arm, his daughter scurrying over to the bed and hopping in with him, snuggling up under his arm. He set his hand on her back, gazing at the TV while she rested into his shoulder, "Anything good on?" Martin shrugged and waved his hand, "I wasn't even paying attention...I think its some kind of medical drama? I never really know anymore." She smiled and rubbed his chest slowly, her mind beginning to wander, "Daddy...do you think I'm...beautiful?" Her father laughed a bit, "Where did you learn a big word like that?" She scowled and playfully hit his chest, he laughed and nodded, rubbing her back, "Of course I do sweetheart, you're the most beautiful girl I know!" Addie smiled, that was nice to hear...no boy ever spoke to her like that, that's for sure. She continued, "Do you like being near me?" Martin nodded, "Sure I do, I mean, we laugh and joke, and watch TV together, father daughter stuff. All we need to do now is win a sack race and then I take you to your first prom." Adrianne giggled, snuggling into his arms. She liked the way he made her laugh, her hand gently rubbed over his chest for a while. The feeling of her fingers slowly made Martin relax, settling in against the pillow behind his head, the TV seemed so distant and quiet. Adrianne yawned and slowly closed her eyes, her father looked down at her, smiling and rubbing her head. He was about to pick her up but, she gripped his shirt tightly, she wouldn't be going anywhere now...Martin sighed and smiled, pulling the covers up over them both and relaxing with his young daughter against him. She wasn't completely asleep...she felt that heat building up in her body again...being this close to him, in just this nightie, with nothing on underneath, it excited her...she wanted him to feel her warmth too, she couldn't keep it to herself. She draped a leg over his and nestled her whole body against his side. She felt a tingle go up her body when her lower body made contact with his leg, it felt exciting to be so close to him. She looked up, he was fast asleep at this point, Addie set her head back down and pressed her lower body into his leg again, gasping a tiny bit when she felt another little tingle go up her body. The nightie had ridden up a bit, and what she felt against her soft young lips was her father's leg. She pressed into him again, grinding that soft mound of hers into the fabric of his sweatpants, it felt good...the heat within her was spreading and growing more intense, she began to sweat and shiver nervously. Martin was semi-lucid, before he realized a heat was pressing into his leg. He didn't move, his eyes were open, but he didn't push her away. He felt his little girl's warm mound pressing into his thigh, the wheels in his head began spinning pretty damned fast...this was wrong but, he didn't want to stop her...there was a reason she was doing this. Addie wasn't asleep or confused, she did this deliberately...she was calling to him. Nervously his hand slid down her back, ever so slowly, as if to imply he was still asleep. He felt his little girl shivering and gasping as she kept pressing her soft mound into his leg; his hand wandered further until it cupped that soft round butt of hers. It felt like velvet, squishy and small, he gave it a squeeze, Adrianne gasped again, not looking up at him. He enjoyed the way her little rump fit nicely in his palm, squeezing one of her cheeks gently while she kept up her grinding session. Adrianne dug her fingers into his shirt, pressing her warmth into his leg a bit harder...she didn't know what to make of all this but it felt amazing. As if hearing her plea for more, Martin's fingers slid down a bit, cupping his little girls ass and soon brushing against her damp pussy lips. He was surprised at how wet she was...he remembered the smell of those panties, a familiar strain began to rear its head in his sweat pants. For now he ignored his own needs and tended to his daughter's, a single finger gliding up her warm and very wet slit. It was like a lightning bolt for Adrianne, his finger felt fantastic as it slid between her soft lower lips, passing over her clit and resting near her tight virgin entrance. Adrianne shivered and wiggled her hips a bit, trying to get him to do it again; he obliged, gliding the finger up and down her slit once more before finding that tight entrance and pushing his finger gently into his young daughter's pussy. Her muscles contracted a bit and she gasped, shivering suddenly as his digit invaded her depths...this wasn't a penis, was he supposed to do this to her? It felt like heaven for the young girl, her legs shaking a bit as his finger sunk deeper into her tight depths. It didn't take long for Martin's finger to start moving steadily in and out of his daughter's tight opening, he couldn't really believe what was happening but...he loved her, and she needed him. Truth be told, he needed her too...work and life was a draining stress upon him, she was the only one who really made him happy. Martin gently pulled his daughter up on top of him, letting her rest her head in neck while she laid against him. She felt her hardened nipples press into his chest from beneath the nightshirt, it had ridden up past her tummy, her bare lower body sat low on his, she felt a strange bulge pressing into her lower tummy while his hands held her close. One hand gently held onto that soft rump of hers while the other began sliding a finger in and out of that tight slit once more. Adrianne couldn't help but moan softly into her father's neck as his finger sped up within her, wriggling around in her warm virgin depths without much hesitation. Martin felt all of his inhibitions melt away as he held his young daughter in his arms, adding a second finger into that tight young pussy of hers, much to her delight. Adrianne could only shiver, moan, and wiggle her hips a bit haphazardly while he tended to her needs. She began remembering the graphic novels she read, realizing pretty soon that the bulge pressed into her tummy was her father's cock...it was pretty big, it felt way bigger now that it was hard and pressed into her. She longed to look at it, to see what had been evading her sight for so long... Martin couldn't do much to hold back his need by this point, he longed for his daughter in a way he never knew existed now. Her small, tight body rested against his, he could feel the warmth of her pussy against his legs, he longingly lifted his own hips up into her soft flat tummy, pressing that bulge of his into her flesh, evoking a tiny squeak while he continued to finger her. Adrianne finally looked up at him, gazing into her father's eyes, "Daddy...w-will you...show me how to make love...?" The words hit him deep...his excitement was a lot to bear...but the thought of him having sex with his little girl? He began to sweat nervously, he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out...he was pretty stuck at this point, two fingers still buried inside of his daughter's tight young pussy. She huffed, lifting herself up off of his hand and turning around, unknowingly getting herself into a 69 position. Martin could only stare blankly at his daughter's young hairless little cunny, glistening with her juices, before he snapped back to lucidity, feeling his daughter's hand reach into his waistband and grip his throbbing cock for the first time. Adrianne shivered, it just barely fit in her hand, she wrapped her fingers around it, trying to mimic the way the girls in the comics did it... Martin let out a gasp, resting his hands on his daughter's legs as she squeezed his member, before she finally fished it out. She looked at it carefully, it wasn't cut, sporting plentiful foreskin covering the sensitive head beneath. She slowly pulled the skin back just a bit, watching as precum oozed from his tip and oozed down his shaft, over her little fingers. Adrianne drew her hand away, bringing it to her nose to take a slow sniff of the fluid, then her tongue licked at it carefully...it was slightly bitter, but was warm and very sticky. She leaned in, gently taking her father's cock in her little hand and pulling it up to her lips, giving the tip a gentle lick to sample more of his precum. Martin gasped sharply, pulling at his young daughter's thighs unconsciously, bringing that tight young pussy even closer to his face...he took another long look at that tight little slit of hers... Without much warning, he had gently took her soft ass in his hands and brought that sweet young pussy to his mouth, letting his tongue glide across those delicate virgin folds, sampling his daughter's sweet nectar. Adrianne gasped and shuddered visibly, letting go of her dad's cock and falling limp onto him, her nose buried against his pubes as she felt his tongue start really digging into her hot little slit. Martin threw his cares away as he began eating out his little girl's sweet pussy without falter, lapping up the juices that were on the outside before shoving his tongue into her insides, his nose pressed into her taint while he slurped and delved into that wonderful young cunny. Adrianne could only lay there, moaning and panting heavily, the feeling in her body unlike anything she had ever experienced before...feeling her father's tongue deep inside of her wasn't exactly what she had expected but she loved every moment of it. Her face was still down however, she lacked any strength to really keep experimenting with her father's cock, she breathed in now and then, taking in his scent...it smelled like heaven to her. She pressed herself into his face and he took it as his cue to keep going. Martin's tongue withdrew from his daughter's sweet pussy to flick across her clit while a finger came in to fill in the gap his tongue had left. His little girl began moaning and rocking her hips into his face again and again, her face buried against his cock, he felt the warmth of her cheeks brushing against his flesh. The more she pressed into him, the more he began to really go at that hot delicious pussy of hers, until Adrianne felt lightheaded and butterflies in her stomach. "D-daddy...I...I feel like I-I'm..." Martin pressed on, opening his mouth and sucking in that hot young pussy flesh, lapping his tongue over her folds and preparing for the inevitable finish... Adrianne's gut twisted, and she felt her muscles contract sharply, the young girl raised her head and let out a cry of finality. The feeling was like a massive wave had flowed over her body, it was heavenly, she pressed her ass into her dad's face and ground that warm pussy into his mouth, groaning in utter bliss. Martin's lips had sealed themselves around his little girl's small pussy, and a gush of juices was what he got in return, he lapped hungrily at those delicate folds, feeling her cunny spasm and clench at his tongue as her juices washed into his mouth. He drank them all down, reveling in the taste of his daughter's sweet nectar, still slurping and eating as much of that hot young pussy as he could before he felt Adrianne pull away from overload, panting and shaking like a leaf in front of him. Martin panted softly, wiping his mouth and resting his hand on her rear, gazing down at the stain on his shirt that she had left behind, and looking further down to see his still very hard cock standing at attention beside his daughter's face...what would happen now, he wondered? He started to worry...maybe he should stop this now before it was too late... And then he felt his daughter's little hand grasp at his throbbing member, holding it tightly, as if sensing his doubt and making sure she had him where she wanted him. Adrianne slowly sat up, her eyes showing through loose strands of her long hair, she gazed back at her father with the hunger of a woman who had just had her pussy eaten by the most professional cunny connoisseur on the planet. "I...still want...this..." she grunted, using her hand to wave his cock around a bit. Martin looked up at her, then at his shaft, then back at her again...his little girl was bossing him around...? "...Okay sweetheart..." he croaked. Without much pomp or circumstance, the two had become fully naked after a moment, Martin sat on the bed nervously, his cock harder than ever and drooling precum onto the sheets. Adrianne sat across from him on her knees, wiggling nervously in her nudity. Her budding breasts were tense and her nipples hardened in the exposure of the cool night air, Martin still hesitated, but his daughter's impatient look set him straight. He sighed, and leaned forward, slowly leaning in to kiss at his little girl's soft neck. It felt too weird to kiss her lips just yet...so he started by warming her up, planting gentle loving kisses on her neck and collarbone. Adrianne cooed and shivered, sitting there with her hands on her lap while her father kissed her so intimately, he suddenly felt his lips capture one of her hardened nipples, his teeth ever so gently grazing her tender flesh. Adrianne sucked in air between her teeth and panted, her face flushed and beet red as her Dad suckled gently on her little bud, before moving on to the other, gliding his hands down her sides before gently leaning her onto her back. Adrianne laid down for him, knees up and together, she looked up at him innocently, he stared right back at her. He bit his lip and lifted her legs, spreading them apart and resting his erect cock right up against his daughter's soft mound. Adrianne gasped...gazing at it nervously, would it even fit...? She didn't really seem to care at this point, she wanted this...Martin gently held his daughter under her thighs and opened her soft legs, his cock plenty hard enough to stay level while he drew his hips back, and rested the head against his daughter's tiny mound, he shuddered as he felt the heat bleed off of her lips and spread to his girth. Addie shivered and panted a bit, her chest rising and falling, looking over her dad's body, admiring his physique and the way he held her. She felt a sudden sting as that thick cockhead began to push forward into her little virgin slit, she gasped, arching her back and gritting her teeth as she felt his girth slowly spread her insides open and slide forward into her very wet young pussy. Martin shuddered at the feeling of his cock slowly sliding in to his young daughter's very tight opening, he gently pulled back after a moment, letting her get used to the head, tenderly moving backward before pushing slowly back in. In and out, in and out...she knew it wasn't really enough, she wiggled impatiently, and suddenly his head hit the hymen. Martin looked up at Adrianne, his little girl was about to be deflowered by his own cock..."It's going to hurt at first baby...just relax." Before she could ask him why, she felt a sharp pain shoot through her body, she clamped her hand over her mouth and sucked in a breath of air as she felt something pierce her body and then suddenly his cock slid deeper and deeper into her body. Martin shuddered and moaned as he took his little girl's virginity and began to push himself deeper inside. The pain lasted for a bit, even while her father moved his cock backwards and then forwards inside of her body, Adrianne could only shake and pant heavily as the pain was slowly replaced with pleasure, and a strange stretching feeling as her tight young pussy was stretched open by Martin's throbbing member. He gently rested his hands on her sides to get leverage as he withdrew himself to the head before pushing his thick cock back in to that tight little girl pussy once more, burying two thirds of his cock deep within her daughter's little slit. Adrianne moaned and lifted her chest high, panting and balling up her fists in the sheets as her father worked his thick cock in and out of her slit. Addie was sure that his cock was well above the average size for men...something on the internet told her that penises weren't that big and yet...she felt like over 8" of her Dad's cock was now being worked in and out of her tight pussy. Martin couldn't help but pant and shudder at the feeling of his daughter's young cunny grip and squeeze at his cock unlike anything he had felt before...he slid his hands down to her hips and began working himself in and out of that tiny pussy a bit faster now. Adrianne let out soft moans and cooes as she felt his hips bump into her ass with every thrust of his cock into her small body, she marveled at his girth and felt proud when she realized she was taking in all of his thick cock with every thrust, feeling his pubes tickle her clit as he gently but deliberately fucked his daughters tight young body. Adrianne raised her arms and held them out to Martin, he embraced her, lifting his daughter up against him so that she could wrap her thin legs around his waist. Martin held his daughter close to his body, letting her head rest into his neck, his hands held her rump and back while he worked his hips up into that heavenly little pussy of hers. He couldn't stop himself, no matter how many doubts clouded his mind, the sinful nature of fucking his sweet young daughter was the only thing he cared about now. He panted softly, pulling her back and looking into her eyes for a moment before capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Adrianne squeaked a bit, but shuddered as her father's tongue pushed past her lips and danced with hers, the feeling of his thick cock pistoning in and out of her tiny pussy while he held her against his body was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Martin thrusted into her like this for a good while before he decided he wanted to show her more ways to make love...he let his cock slide noisily from his daughter's soaked and tender pussy with a sloppy wet pop, panting heavily for a moment. Adrianne was about to protest, feeling another orgasm coming on, when he suddenly but gently helped her get onto her hands and knees. Her body wasn't really big enough to keep her little ass level with his cock but, he adjusted his posture for her so that he could line up that thick cock with her tight entrance, from behind this time. Adrianne sat doggystyle on the bed for a moment, a bit confused, before her father gripped her skinny hips and gently drove that cock right back into her pussy once more, this time reaching even deeper than it had ever gone before. Adrianne let out a cry of lust, her pussy tightened, and she suddenly came again. A flood of juices washed over Martin's shaft and down her thighs as he pulled back and thrusted in once more, his tip ramming into her cervix as her ass met his navel, his heavy balls slapping into her clit, which sent another electric shock up his little girl's spine. "O-oh d-daddy...p-please...keep going..." she croaked, panting between his rough stabs into her tight little opening. Martin could only groan at her words, gripping those hips and ramming his cock home even harder, his daughters little ass smacking into his body as he began to fuck her good and hard now. He moaned and marveled as his sweet little girl took his entire length deep inside of her body without falter, he felt himself tense up, knowing the end was soon going to come...and he was going to make it the best ending possible. Martin kept his hands on Addie's sides, squeezing them tight and dragging her back roughly as his powerful thighs drove that thick cock deep into her hot young pussy. Adrianne moaned and carried on beneath him, loving every moment of his powerful thrusting and reckless lovemaking, any pain she felt was over ridden by utter joy and pleasure coursing through her body, feeling his balls slapping into her clit, and his hands grip her body tightly as he fucked her like she wanted him to. It had been so many years since Martin had anybody to love...and finally, he had someone to give him exactly what he needed. "Addie...D-daddy's gonna...cum inside you now..." Martin groaned, leaning over his daughter and panting as his thrusts became sharper and more violent. "H-hahh...y-yes...just...just do it daddy...I need you! I need it inside me daddy! Make me yours!!" Adrianne panted and moaned, not even sure what she was saying, simply repeating lines from the comic: "Make me into a woman daddy...I need it!!" It was as if a bomb went off in Martin's loins, and with one final, powerful groan and a brutal thrust into his daughter's little pussy, he let loose, and the ending had finally came. Martin's cock rammed into his daughter's little pussy so hard that it nearly speared her cervix, and yet still shot several thick gooey bursts of virile cum straight into her little girl's womb, flooding her ovaries with his seed and impregnating her. His orgasm seemed to last forever, he just kept thrusting and ramming that cock home, claiming his daughter's little pussy as his own, as cum flooded her womb and seeped out past his cock, oozing down over his balls. They just kept churning and churning, blasting her insides with his gooey seed until she could hold no more, Addie was pretty sure she felt her tummy distend a bit as his cum filled her insides, the feeling of this firey hot warmth filling her pussy was enough to make her cum yet again, and her tight little girl pussy milked her daddy's cock for all it had, making sure every last drop was deposited deep inside of her tummy. Martin panted, eventually stopping his thrusting and looking down at his sweet young daughter, feeling his cock throb deep inside of her body, panting and shivering from the feeling of impregnating his own little girl. Slowly he let her go, letting his cock noisily slide from her overstuffed little pussy, cum seeping from her entrance and pouring from her abused opening when his messy cock finally slides from her gaping little hole. He had finally made her into a woman...she panted softly, looking up at him, giving him a genuine happy smile, still feeling his cum seep from her pussy and pool on the bed. "T-Thank you daddy...I...I love you..." Martin smiled, gently laying down behind his daughter, spooning her, letting his messy and spent cock nestle up against her oozing cunny while he gently wrapped an arm around her protectively and held her close, "I love you too, Adrianne..."

It was a cold winter morning in January when the State Trooper knocked on Sam Benson’s door; shaking him out of a deep slumber. It was 3:05 A.M. and a light dusting of snow covered the streets. Sam barely heard the words of the Trooper as he explained how the life of his daughter and son-in-law ended on an icy highway early on the first day of the new year. They were on their way home from a company New Year’s party. The Trooper informed Sam that his two small grandchildren had been picked up from the sitter and were in protective custody. Since Sam and his wife, Vera were the only living relatives, the Trooper left Sam with a paper explaining the steps necessary to take charge of the children. Two days later, when the children came to live with their grandparents, Logan was nine, almost ten, and Beth was five. The children knew their grandparents but had not been around them enough to feel comfortable. Once the children were informed of their parents’ death, young Beth clung to her big brother and refused to be separated even for a short time. Logan was equally protective of his little sister. It took almost six months for them to sleep in separate bedrooms. Even then during thunderstorms, Beth would rush to her brother’s room to seek his protection from the loud thunder. After about a year she finally adjusted and began to prefer the privacy of her own room. When Beth entered the first grade, it was difficult for her to be separated from Logan for most of the day. However, young Logan understood his sister’s fears and made it a point to visit her throughout the day when his class schedule permitted. Even though Beth was four years younger than Logan, he tried to include her in everything he did; even if it meant letting her tag along with him when he socialized with friends. Somewhere along the way, Beth began to see Logan as her strong masculine figure. Her Dad was becoming only a fading memory, and Logan was filling that role. By the time Logan graduated from High school, Beth had developed friendships with other guys and gals which helped fill the empty gap that was created when Logan went off to college. Logan tried to ease her separation anxiety by frequently calling or writing letters. He always made it a point to send her a birthday card and a present when he couldn’t make it home for the celebration. He never missed being there for her during the holidays. Logan tried to e-mail or speak directly with her each day he was away. When Logan graduated college, he accepted a commission as a Second Lt. with the U.S. Marine Corp. During his time at boot camp, their contact was limited to weekend phone calls. The Boot Camp separation was followed with three months at Officer’s Candidate School. That was rough on Beth but not nearly as rough as it was when Logan was deployed to Afghanistan for a year. His missions and locations were classified. They went without any contact for weeks and sometimes months. It was a hard time indeed for both of them both. When Logan finished his tour of duty, he returned stateside and was stationed in Southern California at Camp Pendleton, just north of San Diego. Beth was starting her freshman year at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, and they were unable to see each other before he reported for duty at Camp Pendleton. They were now separated by the full width of the U.S. Continent, and Logan promised to visit her at the first opportunity. Beth missed her big brother but was beginning to adjust to life without him. Logan tried to transfer to the Naval Base at Norfolk, but the Marine Corps had other plans for him. He was promoted to Captain and put in command of a company of Marines. He could hear her pain each time they spoke on the phone and assured her he could hop a military transport if she ever needed him. He promised to be there within a few hours if she ever summoned him. When a photo of Beth in her Old Dominion cheerleader outfit arrived in the mail, Logan didn’t recognize her at first. She was taller, slimmer and more filled out than the last remembered. Her long blond hair came down to her shoulders, and her sparkling blue eyes pierced his very soul. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, and he felt uneasy about the way he viewed her now. He felt guilty when his cock became hard while viewing her photo. He kept reciting to himself, "I am an officer and a gentleman." The erection finally went away after some time. He had a moral obligation to remain her protector and had every intention of living up to that obligation. Beth dated Jeff Henderson the first four months of the semester. Jeff is the handsome star quarterback and coeds were always hitting on him. Beth was proud to call him her boyfriend and often fantasized about becoming Mrs. Henderson. That’s why it broke her heart to find that Jeff had a fleeting eye and flirted with most women. He even had sex with a few women behind Beth’s back. When she found out about those other women, the humiliation caused her to break up with him. It was just weeks before the big annual homecoming celebration was to take place. Beth is a cheerleader, and it would be embarrassing for her not to have a date for homecoming. She decided not to attend the dance and fell into a deep depression. Beth’s roommate, Susy Jordan told her she had to attend the homecoming dance because she was a cheerleader. Everyone expected her to be there with a date. Beth and Susy shared a lovely two-bedroom apartment just off campus. Susy suggested Beth find another date and flaunt him around Jeff. The new boyfriend had to be someone spectacular. Someone Jeff would be envious of and jealous to the point of he would be pleading for her to forgive him. Susy reminded Beth that she is a gorgeous young woman that anyone would be proud to be seen with. Beth didn’t think it would be possible to find someone at this late date until a bizarre idea popped into her head. Beth had been adopted by her grandparents to qualify under their health insurance and had taken their last name, Benson. Logan had kept his father’s last name, Miller because he had received coverage through high school and college because he played football. Since they both had different last names, no one would know they were brother and sister. Beth's plan called for her brother, Logan to travel to Virginia and pretend to be her new boyfriend during the Homecoming festivities. For that plan to work Beth couldn’t tell anyone Logan was her brother; not even her roommate, Susy could know. Beth locked herself in the bathroom and called Logan. Logan answered the call on the fourth ring. It took him a few minutes to wake up and collect his thoughts. “Good morning, Baby Sister. What’s so important that you have to call so early in the morning,” Logan asked. Logan had always called her Baby Sister. It was a term of endearment. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Logan. I forgot about the time difference between the East Coast and the West Coast. Would you like for me to call you back later?” "No…No, I can tell by your voice it is something significant. What is it I can do for my favorite Baby Sister?" “I’m your only Baby Sister.” She laughed. “I know, but you are still my favorite person in the whole wide world. What can I do for you on this early autumn morn?” “Oh…Logan, I feel so terrible waking you for this.” She whimpered. “Don’t worry about it, Sis. What do you need?” He is wide awake now, and she can detect it in his voice. “This is going to sound silly, I know, but I need a date for the big homecoming dance next week.” “And this concerns me how?” “I want you to be my date for the homecoming dance.” She cheerfully announced. “Wouldn’t you feel awkward having your big brother take you to a college dance? You’re not a little girl anymore.” “No one would know we are related because we have different last names.” Logan thought for a minute and then said, “You are a beautiful young woman, Beth. Aren’t there plenty of guys at your school who would die for the chance to take you to the dance?” “You don’t WANT to take me?” Logan can hear the anguish in her voice. “No…No, Sis. I would be honored to take you to the dance. I just thought….” Beth cut him off in mid-sentence. “Oh…good, Logan. I knew I could count on my Big Brother.” The cheer was back in her voice. “You need to be here next Friday night. The dance is immediately after the big homecoming football game. I can pick you up at the airport that afternoon, and you can sleep on the couch at my apartment and……” Logan breaks into her diatribe and says, “Wait a minute, Beth. Slow down and take a deep breath. I can’t just rush off without permission from my superiors. I am in the military and have to get permission from my Commanding Officer to leave the base, but I don’t think that will be a problem since I have 30 days leave coming to me. I can probably hop a military transport and be there in a matter of hours. “Oh…goody! Where can I pick you up?” “I’ll have to text you the details. If I can get on a military transport next Friday, you can pick me up at Chambers Field on the Norfolk Naval Base. If I have to take a commercial flight, I will fly into Norfolk International Airport. "Just let me know, Big Brother, and I will meet your flight. I love you so much and can't wait to see you." She was off the phone before he had a chance to change his mind. Beth wasted no time in getting the word out that an old friend from back home was going to be her date for the Homecoming dance. Beth hinted that there had always been a love connection between her and this old friend. She wanted Jeff to be concerned he had lost her for good. There was more truth to that story than Beth really wanted to admit. She had always had a secret fantasy about making love to her big brother. She had always been really careful not to let anyone know. When the flight touched down at Norfolk International, Beth was among the crowd to greet the arriving passengers. She thought her heart would explode when she saw Logan disembark the plane in his Marine Dress Blues. The butterflies in her stomach threatened to make her woozy. She felt he was the most handsome man in the entire terminal. She knew he was her brother, but her body didn’t seem to note the difference and caused her panties to flood. When Logan picked her up in his arms and twirled around in a circle, she almost passed out. Logan had an unusual reaction also. He had to put her down before she and everyone else in the terminal noticed the beginning of an erection. It didn’t help matters that he could see her nipples poking through her sweater. “Sis, this is the first time I have seen you in over a year. I think the last time I saw you in person was at my college graduation. That was almost two years ago.” “I know,” she sighed. “You had to go to that boot camp and then OCS. They shipped you to Afghanistan before we ever had a chance to get together. It is so good to hold you again. I worried about you the whole time you were overseas. I prayed every night that God would bring you home safely. And when you did finally get home, they stationed on the other side of the country." Beth became aware she was nervously babbling when Logan put two fingers to her lips and shushed her. They embraced for another few minutes before heading toward baggage claim to get Logan’s duffle bag. “We can drop your bag at my apartment, and you can change for the dance while we are there,” Beth offered. "I need to check in at the Naval Base first, or the Shore Patrol will be hunting me down. I don’t think it will take long to process my paperwork. However, you can take my bag to your apartment, and I can meet up with you just before the dance.” “Does that mean you won’t be through in time to attend the football game?” "Probably not, but I promise to be there for the dance." “Don’t you want to change into a suit and tie?” “You said you wanted a date that would grab everyone’s attention. What’s more eye-catching than a dashing young Marine Captain in his Dress Blues.?” “You’re right!” She agreed. “That should make Jeff Henderson eat his heart out.” “Exactly!” Logan laughed. “The dance is in the Great Hall on campus. Everyone plans to meet at the Cherry Blossom Lounge across from campus. Please be there no later than ten o’clock. I want to show you off before the dance.” “I promise not to be late,” Logan says. Then tosses his duffle bag in the trunk of Beth’s car. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and then catches a cab to the base. ======== Beth nervously tapped on the hardwood surfaces of the patio bar, her fingernails drumming against the polished finish as she glanced at her watch. Shifting from one foot to the other she sipped her wine realizing she hated waiting for anyone. Where is he? She wondered, glancing at her watch again as she anguished over what was keeping her brother. Logan had promised to meet her at 10 o'clock. It is now five minutes until ten. Beth’s plan is time sensitive and won’t be as effective if Logan arrived after Jeff leaves for the dance with his date. Beth’s roommate, Susy had managed to be Jeff’s date for the dance and promised Beth she would keep him close so he could witness everything going on between Beth and her mystery date. I wonder what's keeping him, Beth ponders, her hand smoothing down the skirt of her formal gown as a warm southern breeze whistles around the open-air bar causing the other patrons to scramble and grab their menus to cover their drinks. Why can’t he be on time? Marines are noted for their timely arrivals, she muses. Her hand holds her skirt in place as the persistent breeze tries to push it up her thighs, exposing her lacy black panties to everyone in the bar. "Beth!" A voice calls out, causing her to look up, a smile crossing her face as she sees her handsome big brother waving to her, moving tenaciously across the crowded patio bar towards her. "See I told you I would be on time,” He smiles. “You look great in that gown, Baby Sister!" He assures her as she stands on tip-toes to embrace him tightly as she whispers in his ear. "Logan, please don’t call me Baby Sister. This won’t work if everyone knows you are my Brother.” “Sorry! My bad,” her brother grins. “But you do look stunning in that gown.” Thanks," Beth smiles, obviously pleased by her brother's compliment. She'd never admitted it to anyone, but she'd always had a bit of a crush on Logan, and had fantasized about her older brother in ways that still brought a shameful blush to her cheeks. "You look good too," she assured him, trying not to think about how good he really looks to her right now. "So, do you have your dancing shoes on?" She asks Logan as she leads him to a nearby table. The patio was littered with heavy wrought iron tables with glass tops. The tables had to be heavy to keep the wind from tossing them about. "Absolutely!” He answered. “I plan to dazzle everyone as I move around the dance floor with my Cinderella tonight.” The waiter suddenly appears at their table, politely waiting for their drink order. Beth is surprised when her brother orders a beer, thinking he would have chosen a more sophisticated drink, but finds herself following suit and ordering another glass of wine. They are soon chatting away, talking about anything and everything as they sip their cocktails, and catch up on each other’s life. They quickly finish the first round, and a second round appears on the table almost before either one of them had realized their glasses were empty. The liquor eased their inhibitions, and both were feeling things inside they tried to deny. Beth slyly checked to make sure Jeff was still in the bar witnessing her interactions with the handsome Marine. As Beth sipped at her third glass of wine, she found herself studying her brother, seeing him more as a man, a relatively attractive man who just so happened to be related to her. Her dialogue became friendlier, flirtier as she sipped at the wine. Finishing her third glass, she was feeling a slight buzz and began to ask herself why she had never acted on her fantasies, her desires for him? Was it what she really wanted or was it the alcohol driving her incestuous thoughts at the moment? She is tempted to make an enticing move to see how he reacts? Logan noticed the change in his little sister, seeing how the wine was affecting her, how she was looking at him, and it brought a tingling to his balls. He'd always known that Beth secretly admired him, but now it is beginning to appear more than just admiration. Her smile seems to project sexual overtones. Logan feels sure that his little sister would never admit her desires to want him sexually, but the alcohol seems to be lowering her inhibitions. He is tempted to make a move on her and see where it leads. Suddenly he is gripped with doubt. What if it is his own desires to have Beth, but not hers to want him like that? He worried about what would happen if he initiated something if he'd made the first move and she rebuffed him. He didn’t want to risk destroying their relationship. However, all the signs are there inviting him to act. He had dated enough women to recognize a lustful desire in their actions. The way she looks at him. The way she casually touches him. It all pointed toward her wanting him as much as he wanted her. His cock started to swell again, and he began reciting over and over to himself, "I am an officer and a gentleman." Thank goodness the erection went away before she became aware. There was another sudden gust of strong wind, an unpredictable warm breeze, that was the facilitator he needed. The warm autumn wind is suddenly whipping up again, catching the hem of Beth's formal gown and causing it to billow up. The persistent breeze pushed it up above her sexy hips, exposing her legs and just a hint of her black lace panties. Logan turned his head, shielding his eyes with his hand from the wind and discovered that he can peer down through the glass table top at one of the most alluring sites he'd ever seen. He found himself glued to the site. His eyes are running up his sister's exposed legs, tracing over the lacy edge of her black panties. Those panties look nice against her smooth cream colored thighs. Her panties look very sexy and expensive, he finds himself wondering if she wore them just for him. He licks his lips instinctively as he ogled his sister's unique treasures. Beth gasped as the wind kicked up, her hand going to push her skirt down when she noticed where Logan was looking, a small shock of excitement ran through her as she realizes her big brother is staring at her legs; more specifically at her panties! Could he be interested? Beth wondered to herself, as she bites her lip. At that moment she wonders whether she could tease more of a commitment out of her brother. Only one way to find out, she thought to herself, slowly spreading her legs slightly, her hand gripping the hem of her skirt, making it look like she is trying to straighten her dress when she is really pulling it out of the way, to give Logan a better view. Logan's mouth shifted into a smile as he stared at his sister's panties, glad that the wind was wreaking havoc on her wardrobe, giving him this splendid opportunity to admire her lacy black panties as she struggled to fix her dress. Very lovely indeed, Logan nodded to himself. His eyes were intently running over the black lace, the prominent camel toe, the slightly see-through fabric as Beth's legs opened slightly; treating him to a lovely view of the blond pubic patch between her creamy thighs. The alcohol is in control now, and Logan is no longer trying to hide his lust as his eyes travel over her mound, committing to memory the shape of her sex outlined by her panties. He's definitely interested, Beth exclaimed happily in her head, watching her brother's gaze as he stared at her crotch, watching the change in his eyes as she spread her legs a little wider. I know you like what you see, Logan, she tells herself as her brother tried not to be so obvious. Her body is screaming, now come and get it, big brother. Take what you want. A rushing feeling of excitement washed down through her body, the warm, pleasant eagerness centering in her vagina. Oh my, God. I'm getting wet just from him looking at me, she marveled, shifting in her seat a little, slumping down in the chair to push her panty covered vagina closer to her brother's ogling eyes. God, I want to pull those panties off of her and lick that lovely young pussy for days, Logan admits to himself, wondering how she'd taste as he licked his lips once more. I need to know, I need to find out, he assured himself, knowing that no matter what he had to find a way to have her. His cock swells again, and he is jolted back to reality. He starts his mental mantra over again, “I am an officer and a gentleman. I am an officer and a gentleman.” It takes a while, but it works. "We should... we should get going," Logan suggests even though his head is telling to stay and continue to feast on her womanhood. "The dance should be starting soon.” "Oh, yeah," Beth agrees, smoothing her skirt back down, hiding her panties from her brother once more. She apparently wants him as much as he wants her. Will this be the long-awaited coupling, she hopes? Beth wondered to herself. Will he really do it with her even though they are brother and sister? If he doesn't initiate something, I'll make a move, she promised herself as she stood up, waiting for her brother to take her hand. ========= The dance was going strong as the clock struck midnight. After several alcoholic drinks, the music from the DJ was still going strong, and pairs of dancers covered the floor. Logan and Beth have totally lost all inhibitions and were dancing to a slow song from the '60s; a song that allowed Logan to hold his sister closely. Her hands were wet with perspiration as she felts his erection push into her thigh. She ground her vagina hard against his cock; not caring who saw them. After all, no one knows they are brother and sister. Soon Jeff can take it no longer and took Susy’s hand to lead her a few feet away from his ex-girlfriend and her mystery date. Jeff had to speak loudly into Susy’s ear to be heard over the music, “Look at Beth and her date.” Susy looked over to see Beth grinding against Logan. The pair seemed engrossed in each other. Jeff saw her look over at Beth and he didn’t want to appear jealous. He spoke into Susy’s ear. “It almost gives me ideas; doesn’t it give you ideas also?” Susy looked at him and smiled, the plan was working. Jeff appeared to be jealous of Logan and his openly sexual moves with Beth. Susy felt Jeff’s hands on her butt as he guided her crotch against his hard cock. Susy bit her lip as she seemed to fit perfectly pressed into his body as they moved to the music together. Susy enjoyed the feeling of being close to Jeff. She was beginning to wonder if she can go through with the plan without falling for Jeff herself. After a few slow songs, a very fast paced tune came on the speakers. Logan turned up his movements and began running his hands up and down Beth’s torso. He wraps his arms around Beth’s waist and pulls her perky little ass into his throbbing cock. He burrows his hardness into her ass crack. Beth started to swerve her hips faster and harder into his cock, and let her arms drift up around Logan’s head. She unconsciously pulled his head closer to hers, and in an instant, Beth felt his lips meet her neck. She felt like she couldn’t breathe as he kissed her neck and slowly moved up to her ear. At that instant, she decided to meet him halfway. Their lips connected. Logan spun her around, and they continued their kiss. Her lips parted to let his tongue in, and while they kissed, Beth felt like the party had stopped around them. She had often dreamed of his lips on hers. Now that it was actually happening, she could hardly breathe. Her panties were so wet a slight trickle seeped down her thigh. When they finally broke apart for a moment, Beth felt her head spinning somewhat, whether from the drinks she had been drinking or the kiss her brother gave her; she didn’t know. She looked around to see Susy and Jeff locked together, kissing more aggressively than she had ever seen in public. Susy and Jeff seemed to be enjoying their time together. Most everyone else that was paired up on the dance floor seemed to be exclusive, with some groups of singles together enjoying themselves. Logan steered Beth into him to start dancing again, and she gladly did so. However, as she began to grind into Logan’s hips, she felt his cock beginning to grow harder under his Marine Uniform. He made a quick adjustment and continued grinding. For a second Beth didn’t know what to do, but in the end, she just focused on his hardness, rubbing her vagina harder on it, and occasionally turning around to press her ass into her brother. For his part, Logan eagerly guided her ass into his cock. For the rest of the evening, he decided to forget about being an Officer and a Gentleman. They danced and kissed and dry fucked their way to the end. Sometime around two o’clock, the DJ began to pack his gear, and most couples began to make their way out of the great hall. "This was fun," Beth expressed to her brother as they winded their way across the dance floor, Logan letting her proceed him as they navigated between the tables. "Yes, it was," Logan agreed, his eyes traced down his sister's backside, focusing on her small but perfectly shaped little ass, watching it jiggle as she walked in front of him. His cock was pushing hard against his trousers. He had to keep his hand in his pocket to hold it in place. He didn’t want it openly bulging until he was at least alone with his sister. "We should have gone out together like this sooner," Beth remarks as Susy and Jeff joined them on the sidewalk. They were all still slightly intoxicated, and Beth found herself wanting more time alone with Logan. The two couples paused unsure what to do next. No one wanted this night to end, and Logan searched his mind for a way to prolong it without being too obvious. Everyone was relieved when Susy suggested they all go back to the apartment for a nightcap. They arrived back at the apartment around 3 A.M. and continued where they had left off on the dance floor. Logan swept Beth into his arms and began tongue fucking her mouth. The apartment had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Jeff and Susy disappeared into Susy’s bedroom without another word. Beth took her brother by the hand and led him down the hall toward her bedroom. Beth paused and looked at her brother and said, “Are you good with sleeping in here with me tonight?” She was praying she hadn’t misread the situation and hoped he would accept her open offer of sex. After all, they had been publicly dry fucking on the dance floor for most of the evening. Why wouldn’t he want to do it for real in the privacy of his sister’s bedroom? Logan held the door open for her as she walked in, then closed it behind her and locked it. He wrapped her in his arms and planted a kiss on her that she felt deep in her loins. Beth closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed silently in her bedroom for several minutes, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s body. Logan broke away from the kiss, removed and neatly folded his uniform jacket. Then his next move was to unzipped Beth formal gown and let it slide to the floor. He stood marveling at her sexy black bra and panties. She, in turn, began to unbutton his uniform shirt. Then moved quickly to unbuckle his trousers. The trousers fell to the floor, and Logan bent to retrieve them, to neatly fold them as he was taught by the Marine Corp, but Beth stopped him and pushed him toward the bed. They resumed their passionate kissing. After a minute Beth asked him to unfasten her bra. He did so immediately and devoured one of her nipples. She scrambled to remove his t-shirt and then sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. Logan had never had a woman do that and almost dumped his load on her thigh. Beth pushed her brother onto his back and stripped her brother’s boxer shorts from his hips. His cock slapped her in the face, and she took it into her wet mouth. Beth swirled her tongue around the head and then took it deep into her throat. Logan wondered where in the hell did his little sister learn to suck cock like that. She bobbed her head only a few times before he flooded her mouth with cum. She swished it around in her mouth then swallowed every drop. He looked her over, then grinned. “You’re really damn gorgeous, and to think you are my little sister.” Beth leaned forward and gave Logan a quick peck on the lips, before removing her panties and pulling his face into her pussy. Beth closed her eyes and let herself relax to Logan’s active tongue. He wondered how in the hell his little sister had learned to be such an experienced lover. He had no way of knowing she had been with only a few lovers before him, but she had choreographed these moves in her head ever since she first dreamed of having sex with her big brother. Logan didn’t have much experience eating a woman’s pussy. He had shied away from that until now because he had always heard that a woman’s pussy smelled like fish and tasted salty. To his surprise, Beth’s pussy did not fall into those categories. Her pussy had the musky smell of an aroused woman, and her pussy had a clean taste; almost tasteless. He felt he could eat her pussy several times a day for the rest of his life. Beth had her legs draped over his shoulders, his hands cupped her ass to his face and her heels were planted in the small of his back. When he licked near a sensuous area, she would arch her back and push her pussy tight against his tongue. Logan licked up one side then the other before shoving his tongue into her canal where he found the walls felt like fine silk. The inner walls of her vagina were the smoothest thing he had ever felt. Logan licked all around until he stumbled onto her clit. He didn't exactly stumble onto her clit. It was more like she guided him to that sensitive little nub. It wasn’t long before Logan felt her thighs begin to tremble and her back arched as she pressed against his assaulting tongue and squealed at the top of her lungs. Her orgasm hit like a spring thunderstorm. Beth exploded into ecstasy. She saw flashes of light like summer lightning and heard her heart drumming in her ears like claps of thunder. The juices that flooded Logan’s tongue were delicious. He wanted more and continued to vigorously attack her clit searching for more of her sweet nectar. After a few minutes, she pushed his mouth away and begged for him to let her rest. She had so much pleasure she was having a tough time breathing, her only breaths coming in short, and probably loud, moans. Logan only added to her intense pleasure by pushing a finger into her ass hole. No one had ever touched her ass hole like that. Logan’s finger pushed in all the way into her anus to the third knuckle, then withdrew. She knew she had already cum several times, but as her next orgasm built, she knew it was going to be more intense than any in the past. Her legs tensed, her back arched and her hands grabbed the covers. Her moans were louder and more irregular. Logan sensed her orgasm was going to be powerful, so he added another finger inside her tight virgin anus. Beth finally exploded in her biggest orgasm yet, and then fell back utterly limp on the bed, catching her breath, and noticing for the first time she was covered in a subtle sheen of sweat. Beth’s moans were deafening now, and she couldn’t care less who heard as Logan’s tongue swirled around her clit once more, and his finger probed away inside her ass, getting faster the whole time. She had another orgasm and stifled a scream as her back arched in the air. Logan had to take a short break to pull her back down to earth. He held her hips in a death grip while she recovered. Logan kissed his way up her stomach, stopping to circle her belly button with his tongue before engulfing a hard nipple. She squealed again as another orgasm swept her body. Beth pulled his lips to hers and probed deep into his mouth with her tongue. Logan took this opportunity to ease his cock into her wet pussy, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Logan pushed his cock in as far as it would go and held it there for a moment. As he started to withdraw, she locked her heels under his buttocks and pulled him back in. They fell into a rhythm. He would withdraw all but the head of his cock, and she would use her legs to pull him back. She had another orgasm and then tried to quicken the pace. Logan began to slam into his sister's pussy like a jackhammer. They both broke into a sweat, and their bodies quickly became wet and slippery. Logan could feel a massive orgasm boiling in his balls. The closer it got to boiling over the faster he pumped. Beth could feel her next orgasm on the horizon and began to scream. “Oh my, God I am cummmmming,” she screams. “Fuck your baby sister, big brother. Fuck her like there is no tomorrow. Shoot your hot cum deep into my pussy! I love you so much, big brother! Fuck me harder, fuck me faster!” At that moment Logan’s orgasm exploded. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming baby sister. I’m flooding your sweet pussy with my cum. I love you so much baby sister. Oh my God, this is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me." Beth cried out as she felt her brother's hot seed flood her womb, his cock seeming to grow more prominent, and harder as he held himself deep inside her. The sensations were enough to push her over the edge again, her body sagging slightly as it was racked by yet another but wonderful orgasm. All the energy drained from her body. She was totally exhausted. She held her brother tightly as they trembled and shook through the most amazing mutual orgasm. There was total silence in the apartment. The only sound they heard was the clock ticking the kitchen. They didn’t know if Jeff and Susy had heard their declarations of love. And frankly didn’t care if they had. They had each other now, and no one else in the world mattered. Logan grabbed the sheets and threw them over himself and Beth, and Beth snuggled her body closer her big brother. Their bodies intertwined, and the pair drifted off to sleep; off into the most beautiful relaxed sleep. When they awoke the next morning and ventured into the kitchen, they found Jeff and Susy locked in an embrace by the stove. Jeff and Susy smiled and greeted them with a good morning. Jeff and Susy looked at them with suspicion, however, neither ever said anything about what they may have heard during the night from Beth and her old friend from back home. Logan and Beth are almost sure the couple knows their secret and wonder what will happen when others learn of their incestuous coupling. Jeff and Susy become an item after that night. Logan spent the next thirty day of his leave in bed with his sister. They would break for brief periods for meals and for Beth to attend classes. Plans were made for Beth to visit the base in California during summer break and every holiday in between. Logan and Beth continued to present themselves as boyfriend and girlfriend. When Beth graduates from Old Dominion, they plan to marry and live as husband and wife.

Hey there. I'm Ricky. This is a sex story series thats based on true events. In this sex story, I meet two of my bestest friends at a strip club they work at. This series is about the sexual adventures that JessiKa, Serana and I have had together. This is part one. JessiKa and Serana Part 1 By Ricky. I was bored and had nothing to do. I haven't seen Shiana, the first woman to fuck me in the ass for a while. I was alone in my apartment. I started watching porn on my phone and was in the mood for strippers/pole dancers/exotic dancers, so that's what I was looking at. I just watched them. I didn't even masturbate. Eventually, I decided that I should go to a real strip club. There was a strip club that I've always wanted to check out. A strip club called "the Red Garter". So, I grabbed all of my money and drove to the Red Garter. I went inside and the place was loaded with the most beautiful and sexiest women that I have ever seen. I looked around for a little bit and watched a stripper pole dance her sexy little ass off. I had seen these two strippers walking with each other fully nude, over by the bar. They were holding each other in their arms. They were slowly and passionately French kissing each other. My dick got hard and bulged through my shorts. I decided to talk to them. I got up and walked over to them. One stripper had long brunette hair and had small boobs. The other stripper had long blonde hair and the most perfect set of breasts that I have ever seen. They stopped making out and started looking at me. They smirked. "Hey there, big boy," One Stripper said. "Um...hey. I'm Ricky," I said. "Hi, Ricky. I'm JessiKa. Spelled with a capital 'K'. And this is like my wife, Serana," JessiKa said. "Wow. You two are actually married?" I asked. "Yes, we are. We're proudly married lesbians," Serana said. "Thats fucking awesome," I said. I tried to figure out what to say but I was too nervous to say anything. These two women are the most beautiful and sexiest strippers the Red Garter has. "So....would you like to totally hire us for a double fully nude lap dance?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah. Sure. Are you guys okay with that?" I asked. "Were like totally okay with it, Ricky," JessiKa said. "Well, okay then. Let's go to the private area," I said. JessiKa and Serana both put their arms around my waist and walked with me to the private area. I sat down in the chair as the curtain got closed shut. JessiKa and Serana surrounded me and started giving me a double fully nude lap dance. "So, like, is this your first time coming to the Red Garter?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah. This is actually my first time coming to a strip club. And wow. You two are amazing!" I said. "Really? This is your first time coming to a strip club?" Serana asked. "Yeah," I said. "What made you decide to come here?" Serana asked. "Can I be honest with you guys?" I asked. "Oh, you can like totally be honest with us, Ricky!" JessiKa said. "Yeah. We don't tell anyone anything about what our customers say to us," Serana said. "Okay....phew.. I was on my phone at my apartment, bored out of my mind. So, I decided to start looking at porn," I said. "Ooooh. We like totally love porn!" JessiKa said. "Yeah. We watch it together all the time on our TV," Serana said. "What kind of porn were you like watching?" JessiKa asked. "I was watch strippers pole dance. I then thought that I should go to an actual strip club. I haven't seen a naked woman after I haven't seen one of my best friend's in a while," I said. "Who is this friend of yours?" Serana asked. "An incredible woman named 'Shiana'. She was a best friend with benefits. I haven't seen her in a while, so I decide to come here," I said. "Well, hopefully, you and Shiana will see each other again soon," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both started smothering my face with their boobs. My dick got harder than before. "So, like, what is so special about Shiana?" JessiKa asked. "Well, Shiana had convinced me to do something with her, sexually. It was one of the best sexual experiences that I have ever had. In fact, I now LOVE and CRAVE it. I haven't been able to find anyone that would be willing to do to me what Shiana did to me," I said. "Well, it like sounds like she's opened your mind and your sexual energy," JessiKa said. "She did. Anyways, enough about me. I would like to hear about you two," I said. "What would you like to know?" Serana asked. "What do you guys do for sexual entertainment/sexual pleasure?" I asked. "Well, there are like A LOT of things we like to do sexually. Like, here's an example. Serana and I get gangbanged by all of our male friends from our friend group at the beginning of every weekend. We literally don't stop getting fucked until all of our fuckholes are like filled with cum," JessiKa said. "Yeah. Not only that, at the end of every weekend, we have a bukkake fest with those same male friends," Serana said. "Holy fuck," I said. "What else would you like to know?" Serana asked. "Tell me about yourselves," I said. "Well, we're both twenty two years old. We're both married, have TONS of ridiculous amounts of sex with each other and with other people. We love using strapons on each other," Serana said. The thought of JessiKa and Serana fucking me in the ass with their strapons made my dick get harder than before. I haven't told anyone that I enjoy getting fucked in the ass by women with strapons and that I use my own sex toys on myself. I didn't know who I could trust. "What else do you like to know?" Serana asked. "Do you have any family here, JessiKa?" I asked. "Well, my parents are both forty or fifty years old. I'm like totally like really close with my dad and he has always supported Serana and I's relationship. My mother is a strict Christian bitch. I was never close to her and after what she tried to pull, I may never be close with her again," JessiKa said. "What kind of shit did your mom pull?" I asked. "Okay, so like, one day my mom decided to surprise visit Serana and I at our three bedroom apartment. Serana had me tied up and hanging from the ceiling with my legs spread out in our living room. Serana was fucking me in my ass with an eighteen point five inch strapon while she was pouring hot candle wax all over my body while she was literally shocking my pussy with our electric BDSM sex toy. Serana was fucking my ass so deeply that we could see the strapon bulging on the outside of my body. I like also totally had a ball gag in my mouth," JessiKa said. "Okay, then what happened?" I asked. "So, JessiKa's mom decided to barge into our apartment and caught us in the act. She started screaming and yelling that what we were doing was the work of the devil. She asked us where Karter and Kylie were at," Serana said. "Who's Karter and Kylie?" I asked. "Our babies. JessiKa and I both wanted to get pregnant, so we could have kinky lesbian pregnant sex with each other. I gave birth to Karter and JessiKa gave birth to Kylie," Serana said. "So, how did you guys get pregnant? Sperm donor?" I asked. "Like, no. Serana and I both were like totally talking about starting a family together and having kids of our own. So we did some research and we found a sex toy that can like totally get you pregnant. It's called "the Semenette". Serana and I both like bought the Semenette and we like both agreed that we both should totally get pregnant. So after having some hot and steamy lesbian sex and filling our pussies with the Semenette, we got pregnant and nine moths later we gave birth to a boy and a girl," JessiKa said. "Damn. Thats fucking crazy! I didn't even know that there was a sex toy that could get women pregnant. Anyways, what did your mom do after she caught you two in the act?" I asked. "She like took us to court for child abuse and neglect. She said that the way we have sex with each other and everyone was just setting the wrong example for her grandchildren and that it was abusive. My Dad stood up to her and got her to drop the case," JessiKa said. "Damn. Well, that was fucking cool of your dad to stand up for you guys," I said. "Like, I know, right?" JessiKa said. "I fucking love your dad, baby. He is a great man," Serana said. "I've got a question for you guys," I said. "Like, ask away!" JessiKa said. "What would you guys tell Karter and Kylie about your guys sexual adventures and sexual activities with each other?" I asked. "Well, hopefully, they'll be old enough someday that we can explain it to them. But, to answer your question, we would just tell them the truth about all of the ridiculous amounts of sex we have with each other and with other people," Serana said. "That's good. It's always good to be honest," I said. JessiKa and Serana both turned around, facing the wall. They started twerking their asses off. "Hey, so. I would like to ask you guys something," I asked. "Ask away, Ricky," Serana said. "Would you guys be down to hang out at your place when you guys get off work?" I asked. JessiKa and Serana both looked at each other and smiled, showing off their perfect white teeth and their perfect smiles. "Like, totally! We would like totally love to hangout with you!" JessiKa said. "It's actually about time for us to clock out. Wait for us outside the building and we'll meet you outside," Serana said. "Fucking sweet! I can't wait to hang out with you guys!" I said excited. I stood up and we walked out of the private area. I walked outside and waited for them to come out. My dick was still bulging through my shorts. I couldn't get a picture of JessiKa and Serana fucking me in the ass with their strapons. JessiKa and Serana both walked out wearing trench coats and stripper high heels. They walked over to my car. We got inside and we drove off to their apartment. "Yeah. It's this one right here," Serana said. I pulled into a parking spot outside of an apartment building. We got out of my car and started walking inside the building. JessiKa and Serana both had their arms around me. We took the elevator all the way up and we walked to their apartment. JessiKa unlocked the front door and we walked inside. Their place was huge. "Where are Karter and Kylie?" I asked. "They're at their grandparents for the week," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both took off their trench coats revealing their beautiful and sexy nude bodies. They sat down on the couch in the living room and started watching Netflix. I walked over to them and attempted to sit down next to JessiKa. JessiKa stopped me and smirked at me. "Okay, like, if you're going to be like hanging out with us. You are like totally are going to have to get naked like us," JessiKa said. My face turned red. "What's wrong? Don't you want to be naked with us?" Serana asked. "No. It's not that. I'm just.....I don't think I got a very big dick. I'm worried that you guys are gonna laugh at me," I said. "Ricky, like, we don't judge here. We like big and small cocks. We don't care. Plus, we saw your cock bulging through your shorts earlier. It looks pretty big to us," JessiKa said. "It's okay, Ricky. We won't laugh. I promise," Serana said. "Okay. If you guys insist," I said. I took off my shirt and my shorts. I'm just wearing my boxers. "Nuh uh. Boxers too," Serana said. I pulled my boxers down nervously. My dick then flopped out and was long and hard. I had no pubic hairs either. I also didn't have any ass hair. JessiKa and Serana both opened their mouths and eyes widely. They were surprised. "Ricky, your cock is like totally bigger than you think," JessiKa said. I laughed and smiled. "Really? You guys think my dick is big?" I asked. "Totally! Now, like, come site next to me," JessiKa said. I sat down next to JessiKa. Serana opened up the internet browser on her smart TV. She went into her favorite pornsites folder and opened up their favorite pornsite. "What kind of porn should we watch, gang?" Serana asked. "Um, like, how about the Spiderman Porn Parody scene where Spiderman fucks Black Widow?" JessiKa said. "Hmm...Ricky, what kind of porn do you like to watch?" Serana asked. "How about a MILF stepmom teaches her stepdaughter how to have lesbian sex and how to sexually please someone. You know, one of the videos where the hot MILF pornstar stepmom fucks her sexy step daughter with a strapon," I suggested. "I like Ricky's idea! What about you, baby?" Serana asked. "Oh, I totally agree! I like fucking love those types of videos," JessiKa said. "Okay. So we all agree? Okay then," Serana said. Serana searched for Stepmom and Stepdaughter Lesbian Strapon porn and found the perfect pornographic video for us to watch. Serana hit play and the video started playing. In the video, the hot MILF stepmom started talking to her sexy stepdaughter about sex. The stepdaughter said that she didn't know how to sexually please someone and the stepmom asked her if she liked boys more or girls more. The stepdaughter told her stepmom that she had always wanted to try having sex with a woman. A few minutes later and the stepmom and stepdaughter were getting fully nude and were French kissing. As the video went on, the stepmom put on her huge and long white strapon and started fucking her stepdaughter in her pussy. The thoughts of me getting fucked by a woman with a strapon got dick long and hard. Then in the pornographic video, the stepmom asked her stepdaughter if she wanted to try anal and her stepdaughter said yes. The stepmom pulled out her strapon from her stepdaughter's wet pussy and gently inserted the strapon inside of her stepdaughter's ass. I watched the stepmom fuck her stepdaughter's ass with a strapon. I watched her take every single inch. I was incredibly turned on. I wanted my ass to get fucked by a woman with a strapon so badly. I slowly worked my right hand down to my ass and started slowly fingering my hole. I was doing it quietly and slowly so that the girls wouldn't notice. I turned to look at JessiKa and Serana. They were both fingering their pussies while they watched the video. They were moaning loudly. JessiKa looked at me and gave me a sexy smirk on her face. I quickly removed my fingers from my ass. "You like watching us do this, don't you, Ricky?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah, I do. I REALLY do. It's just...." I said. JessiKa and Serana both stopped fingering themselves and put their attention on me. "What is it, Ricky?" Serana asked. "Yeah, like, whats wrong? Are you okay?" JessiKa asked. "Can I trust you guys?" I asked. "Of course. You can tell us anything," Serana said. "Okay. Here it goes. Right now, I am fiending for something. My body wants it so badly. I'm literally aching and begging for it. What I want is my secret kink," I said. "Well, what's your secret kink?" Serana asked. I took a deep breath. "My secret kink is that I LOVE and CRAVE getting fucked in the ass by women with strapons," I said. JessiKa and Serana looked at each other with a certain look on their faces. "You like getting fucked in the ass? Are you...gay?" Serana asked. "No. I still like having normal sex with women. Its just that I don't mind getting fucked in my ass as long as it's not by a man," I said. Jessika and Serana smiled at each other. "Well be right back, Ricky," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both got up and went into their bedroom. I resumed watching the pornographic video. "Ooh. Your dick feels so good inside of my ass," The Stepdaughter said. I watched the stepdaughter take every single inch of her stepmom'e strapon. The thought of that sexy and hot MILF pornstar fucking me in the ass with her strapon had got me sexually energized and wanting to get my ass fucked. Goddamn, I really hope that I didn't weird out JessiKa and Serana. "Hey, Ricky?" JessiKa said. I turned and looked at JessiKa and Serana. I started staring at their beautiful breasts and slowly worked my way down. I was shocked to see what they were wearing and very excited. Jessika and Serana were both wearing twelve point five inch strapons. They walked over to me. "Ricky, would you like us to fuck you in the ass with our strapons?" Serana asked. "Oh my fucking God! I....I...." I said nervously and excited. "We'll take that as a yes," JessiKa said. JessiKa gave me a water enema. "Here. Like, clear yourself out in our bathroom," JessiKa said. I got up and went to the bathroom. I filled up the water enema with as much water as it could possibly hold. I shoved the tube as deep inside of as I possibly could. I emptied out the water enema bag and got filled up with so much water that my belly was bulging. I looked at myself in the mirror and got turned on even more as I stared at my water inflated belly. I emptied my body of the water and repeated until I was clear of everything. I walked back into the living room. "So, like, are you ready to get your ass fucked?" JessiKa asked. "Hell yes," I said. "Okay. So, how do you want us to fuck you? You like it rough or soft? Do you want us to go deep? Do you want us to double penetrate you? Do you want us to fill you up with our fake cum?" Serana asked. "Fill me up with fake cum?" I said confused. "Like, both of our strapons are ejaculating strapons," JessiKa said. "Cool! Okay, so fuck me hard and very deep. Don't double penetrate me, I'm not ready for that yet. And I want both of you to cum inside of me," I said. "Are you okay with giving one of us a blowjob while the other fucks you?" Serana asked. "Yeah. Sure. I am very okay with that," I said. "Do you want to deepthroat?" Serana asked. "Oh, fuck yes! Deepthroat me, gently and all the way down my throat. I want to be able to feel a strapon bulge through my throat," I said. "Okay then. Who would you like to fuck your ass and who would you like to give you a deepthroat?" Serana asked. "Umm....I want JessiKa to fuck me and I want you to deepthroat me," I said. "Hell yeah! Like, lets get started!" JessiKa said. I stood up and bent over. JessiKa got behind my rear end and Serana got in front of me. JessiKa got down on her knees and groped my ass cheeks. She jiggled my ass cheeks. "Ricky, I like think that you totally have got the cutest ass that I have like ever seen in my life! Its got no hair or anything," JessiKa said. JessiKa spread my ass cheeks and looked at my hole. "Hmm...you've also like got a perfect hairless fuckhole. Its just begging for me to fuck it with my big cock," JessiKa said. JessiKa applied anal lube to my hole and all inside of my hole. I moaned quietly as she was spreading the anal lube all around inside of me. JessiKa stood back up and then applied anal lube to her ejaculating strapon. JessiKa grabbed her strapon and put the tip of it to my hole. Serana grabbed her strapon and put it directly in front of my mouth. "Are you ready, Ricky?" Serana asked. I looked up into Serana's eyes. "Please, fuck me good, hard, and very deep. Like the little whore I am," I said excited. Jessika and Serana didn't hesitate. JessiKa shoved her strapon very deep inside me and started fucking my ass. I opened my mouth as wide as possible as Serana shoved her strapon into my mouth and dowm my throat. Serana kept making her strapon go down my throat. I gagged and moaned very loudly because all I was feeling was an intense feeling of sexual pleasure. JessiKa started jerking me off while she was pounding my ass. Serana felt my throat as her strapon was going up and down my throat. "Ricky, you're throat is bulging from my strapon! It's sooooo fucking hot!" Serana said. JessiKa and Serana started French kissing while they were fucking me. Serana's strapon got slimy wet with my spit. I removed her strapon from my throat and decided to talk like a slutty whore to JessiKa and Serana. I started jerking off Serana's strapon. "Yeah, you like fucking me in my ass? With your huge fucking cock?" I said. "Yeah, like, take it all. Like the little cum dumpster you are!" JessiKa said. "You like fucking my little mouth, baby? You like going all the way down my throat with your big fucking cock?" I said. Serana forced my mouth open and shoved her strapon down my throat, making me gag and moan loudly again. "Fuck yeah, Ricky. Take my fat fucking cock all the way down your little slutty throat," Serana said. I'm just glad that I don't have a gag reflex. After ten or fifteen minutes had passed, I pulled out Serana's strapon from my throathole. "JessiKa. I want you to fuck me faster and harder. Pound the living fuck out of my fuckhole," I begged. I forced Serana's strapon back down in my throat as JessiKa gave me a sexy smirk and forced her strapon deeper inside of me. She grabbed me by my waist and started fucking me as hard as she possibly could, causing me to moan very loudly, because JessiKa was hitting me right in my g-pot. I pulled out Serana's strapon out of my throat and looked at Serana in the eyes. "Ah. Ah. Oh, fuck. Serana, I want you to skull fuck me as hard as you can! Oh, oh, OH! Grab me by my hair and skull fuck me hard!" I begged. Serana grabbed me by my hair and started skull fucking me very hard, causing me to gag loudly and get slimy spit all over Serana's strapon. My face was turning red. I worked my hands up Serana's beautiful and angelic body until my hands reached her beautiful and perfect breasts. I groped her breasts and started squeezing. "Oh, yeah, baby! You like my playing with my tits while I skull fuck you, you little whore?" Serana asked. JessiKa and Serana had fucked me in the ass with their ejaculating strapons for over two hours straight. We tried different sex positions and I got fucked for so long and hard that I could barely stand. So, after a long while, JessiKa started fucking me faster and faster. Serana started skull fucking me faster and faster. "Ricky, are you like still sure that you want us to cum inside of you?" JessiKa asked I removed Serana's strapon from my throat, took a deep breath and spat on Serana's strapon. "I WANT YOU BOTH TO FILL MY BODY UP WITH EVERY SINGLE DROP!! I WANT MY FUCKHOLE TO OVERFLOW WITH YOUR FAKE CUM!!" I begged loudly. JessiKa thrusted me a few more times and one more time as she ejaculated her huge load of fake cum inside of me. JessiKa pulled out her strapon as Serana got behind me and shoved her strapon all the way inside of me. She thrusted me a few more times as she dumped all her fat load of fake cum inside of me. Serana pulled her strapon out of my hole. My hole was gaping and squirting out fake cum. I looked down at my hard dick and saw that I cummed a huge and fat warm load. I scooped up all of the cum from my dick. I looked at JessiKa and Serana. "You guys down to cum swap with each other?" I asked. "We're down if you are!" Serana said. I put my own fat load of cum in my mouth. I opened my mouth and accidentally made a cum bubble. I barely stood up and walked over to JessiKa and Serana. I started cum swapping with JessiKa first. Our tongues were slimy and sticky as they were being wrapped and twisted against each other. As were cum swapping, I groped and squeezed JessiKa's fun bags. We stopped cum swapping after a minute had passed. I swallowed my load of cum as JessiKa and Serana started cum swapping. They moaned quietly as they were getting my warm and sticky fat load all over their faces. JessiKa and Serana both eventually swallowed my cum. I could barely stand so I sat down on the living room couch. I laid my head back against the couch and took a deep breath. JessiKa and Serana both sat next to me after they removed their ejaculating strapons. "So, like, how was that?" JessiKa asked "That...was...incredible," I said. "Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed that, Ricky," Serana said. "Now, can we keep this between the three of us?" I asked. "Like, why? What we like totally did was incredibly amazing. We shouldn't have to hide it," JessiKa said. "Can we please keep this between us?" I asked "Ricky, you, shouldn't be embarrassed about this! You're not the only man in the world that likes getting his ass fucked. You should really keep an open mind and try new sexual things. You're not the only straight male that likes doing this. You should fully express your sexuality and your sexual energy and sexual vibe just like Serana and me," JessiKa said. The more I thought about what JessiKa said to me, the more I thought she might be right. "Okay. You're right. Okay, from now on. I will fully express my sexuality and my sexual energy," I said. "Yay! You know what? I've got an idea!" JessiKa said. "What is it, babe?" Serana asked. "We should allow, you, Ricky, to become our best friend! We can hangout anytime we want and we'll fuck you however you want," JessiKa said. "Okay, I'm down!" I said. "So am I!" Serana said. "So, we're in like agreement. Ricky has become our new best friend! Yay!" JessiKa said. "Hell yeah!" I said excited. I went to the bathroom to dump out the huge loads of fake cum from inside of me, into the toilet. I went back out to the living room and sat down next to JessiKa. Ever since that day, JessiKa, Serana and I have been hanging out at their apartment. Everytime we're hanging out, JessiKa and/or Serana fuck me in the ass with their strapons or their sex toys. And what happens next....well let's just say that what happens next truly expanded my sexuality and sexual desire of getting my ass fucked.

Hey there. I'm Ricky. This is a sex story series thats based on true events. In this sex story, I meet two of my bestest friends at a strip club they work at. This series is about the sexual adventures that JessiKa, Serana and I have had together. This is part one. JessiKa and Serana Part 1 By Ricky. I was bored and had nothing to do. I haven't seen Shiana, the first woman to fuck me in the ass for a while. I was alone in my apartment. I started watching porn on my phone and was in the mood for strippers/pole dancers/exotic dancers, so that's what I was looking at. I just watched them. I didn't even masturbate. Eventually, I decided that I should go to a real strip club. There was a strip club that I've always wanted to check out. A strip club called "the Red Garter". So, I grabbed all of my money and drove to the Red Garter. I went inside and the place was loaded with the most beautiful and sexiest women that I have ever seen. I looked around for a little bit and watched a stripper pole dance her sexy little ass off. I had seen these two strippers walking with each other fully nude, over by the bar. They were holding each other in their arms. They were slowly and passionately French kissing each other. My dick got hard and bulged through my shorts. I decided to talk to them. I got up and walked over to them. One stripper had long brunette hair and had small boobs. The other stripper had long blonde hair and the most perfect set of breasts that I have ever seen. They stopped making out and started looking at me. They smirked. "Hey there, big boy," One Stripper said. "Um...hey. I'm Ricky," I said. "Hi, Ricky. I'm JessiKa. Spelled with a capital 'K'. And this is like my wife, Serana," JessiKa said. "Wow. You two are actually married?" I asked. "Yes, we are. We're proudly married lesbians," Serana said. "Thats fucking awesome," I said. I tried to figure out what to say but I was too nervous to say anything. These two women are the most beautiful and sexiest strippers the Red Garter has. "So....would you like to totally hire us for a double fully nude lap dance?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah. Sure. Are you guys okay with that?" I asked. "Were like totally okay with it, Ricky," JessiKa said. "Well, okay then. Let's go to the private area," I said. JessiKa and Serana both put their arms around my waist and walked with me to the private area. I sat down in the chair as the curtain got closed shut. JessiKa and Serana surrounded me and started giving me a double fully nude lap dance. "So, like, is this your first time coming to the Red Garter?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah. This is actually my first time coming to a strip club. And wow. You two are amazing!" I said. "Really? This is your first time coming to a strip club?" Serana asked. "Yeah," I said. "What made you decide to come here?" Serana asked. "Can I be honest with you guys?" I asked. "Oh, you can like totally be honest with us, Ricky!" JessiKa said. "Yeah. We don't tell anyone anything about what our customers say to us," Serana said. "Okay....phew.. I was on my phone at my apartment, bored out of my mind. So, I decided to start looking at porn," I said. "Ooooh. We like totally love porn!" JessiKa said. "Yeah. We watch it together all the time on our TV," Serana said. "What kind of porn were you like watching?" JessiKa asked. "I was watch strippers pole dance. I then thought that I should go to an actual strip club. I haven't seen a naked woman after I haven't seen one of my best friend's in a while," I said. "Who is this friend of yours?" Serana asked. "An incredible woman named 'Shiana'. She was a best friend with benefits. I haven't seen her in a while, so I decide to come here," I said. "Well, hopefully, you and Shiana will see each other again soon," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both started smothering my face with their boobs. My dick got harder than before. "So, like, what is so special about Shiana?" JessiKa asked. "Well, Shiana had convinced me to do something with her, sexually. It was one of the best sexual experiences that I have ever had. In fact, I now LOVE and CRAVE it. I haven't been able to find anyone that would be willing to do to me what Shiana did to me," I said. "Well, it like sounds like she's opened your mind and your sexual energy," JessiKa said. "She did. Anyways, enough about me. I would like to hear about you two," I said. "What would you like to know?" Serana asked. "What do you guys do for sexual entertainment/sexual pleasure?" I asked. "Well, there are like A LOT of things we like to do sexually. Like, here's an example. Serana and I get gangbanged by all of our male friends from our friend group at the beginning of every weekend. We literally don't stop getting fucked until all of our fuckholes are like filled with cum," JessiKa said. "Yeah. Not only that, at the end of every weekend, we have a bukkake fest with those same male friends," Serana said. "Holy fuck," I said. "What else would you like to know?" Serana asked. "Tell me about yourselves," I said. "Well, we're both twenty two years old. We're both married, have TONS of ridiculous amounts of sex with each other and with other people. We love using strapons on each other," Serana said. The thought of JessiKa and Serana fucking me in the ass with their strapons made my dick get harder than before. I haven't told anyone that I enjoy getting fucked in the ass by women with strapons and that I use my own sex toys on myself. I didn't know who I could trust. "What else do you like to know?" Serana asked. "Do you have any family here, JessiKa?" I asked. "Well, my parents are both forty or fifty years old. I'm like totally like really close with my dad and he has always supported Serana and I's relationship. My mother is a strict Christian bitch. I was never close to her and after what she tried to pull, I may never be close with her again," JessiKa said. "What kind of shit did your mom pull?" I asked. "Okay, so like, one day my mom decided to surprise visit Serana and I at our three bedroom apartment. Serana had me tied up and hanging from the ceiling with my legs spread out in our living room. Serana was fucking me in my ass with an eighteen point five inch strapon while she was pouring hot candle wax all over my body while she was literally shocking my pussy with our electric BDSM sex toy. Serana was fucking my ass so deeply that we could see the strapon bulging on the outside of my body. I like also totally had a ball gag in my mouth," JessiKa said. "Okay, then what happened?" I asked. "So, JessiKa's mom decided to barge into our apartment and caught us in the act. She started screaming and yelling that what we were doing was the work of the devil. She asked us where Karter and Kylie were at," Serana said. "Who's Karter and Kylie?" I asked. "Our babies. JessiKa and I both wanted to get pregnant, so we could have kinky lesbian pregnant sex with each other. I gave birth to Karter and JessiKa gave birth to Kylie," Serana said. "So, how did you guys get pregnant? Sperm donor?" I asked. "Like, no. Serana and I both were like totally talking about starting a family together and having kids of our own. So we did some research and we found a sex toy that can like totally get you pregnant. It's called "the Semenette". Serana and I both like bought the Semenette and we like both agreed that we both should totally get pregnant. So after having some hot and steamy lesbian sex and filling our pussies with the Semenette, we got pregnant and nine moths later we gave birth to a boy and a girl," JessiKa said. "Damn. Thats fucking crazy! I didn't even know that there was a sex toy that could get women pregnant. Anyways, what did your mom do after she caught you two in the act?" I asked. "She like took us to court for child abuse and neglect. She said that the way we have sex with each other and everyone was just setting the wrong example for her grandchildren and that it was abusive. My Dad stood up to her and got her to drop the case," JessiKa said. "Damn. Well, that was fucking cool of your dad to stand up for you guys," I said. "Like, I know, right?" JessiKa said. "I fucking love your dad, baby. He is a great man," Serana said. "I've got a question for you guys," I said. "Like, ask away!" JessiKa said. "What would you guys tell Karter and Kylie about your guys sexual adventures and sexual activities with each other?" I asked. "Well, hopefully, they'll be old enough someday that we can explain it to them. But, to answer your question, we would just tell them the truth about all of the ridiculous amounts of sex we have with each other and with other people," Serana said. "That's good. It's always good to be honest," I said. JessiKa and Serana both turned around, facing the wall. They started twerking their asses off. "Hey, so. I would like to ask you guys something," I asked. "Ask away, Ricky," Serana said. "Would you guys be down to hang out at your place when you guys get off work?" I asked. JessiKa and Serana both looked at each other and smiled, showing off their perfect white teeth and their perfect smiles. "Like, totally! We would like totally love to hangout with you!" JessiKa said. "It's actually about time for us to clock out. Wait for us outside the building and we'll meet you outside," Serana said. "Fucking sweet! I can't wait to hang out with you guys!" I said excited. I stood up and we walked out of the private area. I walked outside and waited for them to come out. My dick was still bulging through my shorts. I couldn't get a picture of JessiKa and Serana fucking me in the ass with their strapons. JessiKa and Serana both walked out wearing trench coats and stripper high heels. They walked over to my car. We got inside and we drove off to their apartment. "Yeah. It's this one right here," Serana said. I pulled into a parking spot outside of an apartment building. We got out of my car and started walking inside the building. JessiKa and Serana both had their arms around me. We took the elevator all the way up and we walked to their apartment. JessiKa unlocked the front door and we walked inside. Their place was huge. "Where are Karter and Kylie?" I asked. "They're at their grandparents for the week," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both took off their trench coats revealing their beautiful and sexy nude bodies. They sat down on the couch in the living room and started watching Netflix. I walked over to them and attempted to sit down next to JessiKa. JessiKa stopped me and smirked at me. "Okay, like, if you're going to be like hanging out with us. You are like totally are going to have to get naked like us," JessiKa said. My face turned red. "What's wrong? Don't you want to be naked with us?" Serana asked. "No. It's not that. I'm just.....I don't think I got a very big dick. I'm worried that you guys are gonna laugh at me," I said. "Ricky, like, we don't judge here. We like big and small cocks. We don't care. Plus, we saw your cock bulging through your shorts earlier. It looks pretty big to us," JessiKa said. "It's okay, Ricky. We won't laugh. I promise," Serana said. "Okay. If you guys insist," I said. I took off my shirt and my shorts. I'm just wearing my boxers. "Nuh uh. Boxers too," Serana said. I pulled my boxers down nervously. My dick then flopped out and was long and hard. I had no pubic hairs either. I also didn't have any ass hair. JessiKa and Serana both opened their mouths and eyes widely. They were surprised. "Ricky, your cock is like totally bigger than you think," JessiKa said. I laughed and smiled. "Really? You guys think my dick is big?" I asked. "Totally! Now, like, come site next to me," JessiKa said. I sat down next to JessiKa. Serana opened up the internet browser on her smart TV. She went into her favorite pornsites folder and opened up their favorite pornsite. "What kind of porn should we watch, gang?" Serana asked. "Um, like, how about the Spiderman Porn Parody scene where Spiderman fucks Black Widow?" JessiKa said. "Hmm...Ricky, what kind of porn do you like to watch?" Serana asked. "How about a MILF stepmom teaches her stepdaughter how to have lesbian sex and how to sexually please someone. You know, one of the videos where the hot MILF pornstar stepmom fucks her sexy step daughter with a strapon," I suggested. "I like Ricky's idea! What about you, baby?" Serana asked. "Oh, I totally agree! I like fucking love those types of videos," JessiKa said. "Okay. So we all agree? Okay then," Serana said. Serana searched for Stepmom and Stepdaughter Lesbian Strapon porn and found the perfect pornographic video for us to watch. Serana hit play and the video started playing. In the video, the hot MILF stepmom started talking to her sexy stepdaughter about sex. The stepdaughter said that she didn't know how to sexually please someone and the stepmom asked her if she liked boys more or girls more. The stepdaughter told her stepmom that she had always wanted to try having sex with a woman. A few minutes later and the stepmom and stepdaughter were getting fully nude and were French kissing. As the video went on, the stepmom put on her huge and long white strapon and started fucking her stepdaughter in her pussy. The thoughts of me getting fucked by a woman with a strapon got dick long and hard. Then in the pornographic video, the stepmom asked her stepdaughter if she wanted to try anal and her stepdaughter said yes. The stepmom pulled out her strapon from her stepdaughter's wet pussy and gently inserted the strapon inside of her stepdaughter's ass. I watched the stepmom fuck her stepdaughter's ass with a strapon. I watched her take every single inch. I was incredibly turned on. I wanted my ass to get fucked by a woman with a strapon so badly. I slowly worked my right hand down to my ass and started slowly fingering my hole. I was doing it quietly and slowly so that the girls wouldn't notice. I turned to look at JessiKa and Serana. They were both fingering their pussies while they watched the video. They were moaning loudly. JessiKa looked at me and gave me a sexy smirk on her face. I quickly removed my fingers from my ass. "You like watching us do this, don't you, Ricky?" JessiKa asked. "Yeah, I do. I REALLY do. It's just...." I said. JessiKa and Serana both stopped fingering themselves and put their attention on me. "What is it, Ricky?" Serana asked. "Yeah, like, whats wrong? Are you okay?" JessiKa asked. "Can I trust you guys?" I asked. "Of course. You can tell us anything," Serana said. "Okay. Here it goes. Right now, I am fiending for something. My body wants it so badly. I'm literally aching and begging for it. What I want is my secret kink," I said. "Well, what's your secret kink?" Serana asked. I took a deep breath. "My secret kink is that I LOVE and CRAVE getting fucked in the ass by women with strapons," I said. JessiKa and Serana looked at each other with a certain look on their faces. "You like getting fucked in the ass? Are you...gay?" Serana asked. "No. I still like having normal sex with women. Its just that I don't mind getting fucked in my ass as long as it's not by a man," I said. Jessika and Serana smiled at each other. "Well be right back, Ricky," Serana said. JessiKa and Serana both got up and went into their bedroom. I resumed watching the pornographic video. "Ooh. Your dick feels so good inside of my ass," The Stepdaughter said. I watched the stepdaughter take every single inch of her stepmom'e strapon. The thought of that sexy and hot MILF pornstar fucking me in the ass with her strapon had got me sexually energized and wanting to get my ass fucked. Goddamn, I really hope that I didn't weird out JessiKa and Serana. "Hey, Ricky?" JessiKa said. I turned and looked at JessiKa and Serana. I started staring at their beautiful breasts and slowly worked my way down. I was shocked to see what they were wearing and very excited. Jessika and Serana were both wearing twelve point five inch strapons. They walked over to me. "Ricky, would you like us to fuck you in the ass with our strapons?" Serana asked. "Oh my fucking God! I....I...." I said nervously and excited. "We'll take that as a yes," JessiKa said. JessiKa gave me a water enema. "Here. Like, clear yourself out in our bathroom," JessiKa said. I got up and went to the bathroom. I filled up the water enema with as much water as it could possibly hold. I shoved the tube as deep inside of as I possibly could. I emptied out the water enema bag and got filled up with so much water that my belly was bulging. I looked at myself in the mirror and got turned on even more as I stared at my water inflated belly. I emptied my body of the water and repeated until I was clear of everything. I walked back into the living room. "So, like, are you ready to get your ass fucked?" JessiKa asked. "Hell yes," I said. "Okay. So, how do you want us to fuck you? You like it rough or soft? Do you want us to go deep? Do you want us to double penetrate you? Do you want us to fill you up with our fake cum?" Serana asked. "Fill me up with fake cum?" I said confused. "Like, both of our strapons are ejaculating strapons," JessiKa said. "Cool! Okay, so fuck me hard and very deep. Don't double penetrate me, I'm not ready for that yet. And I want both of you to cum inside of me," I said. "Are you okay with giving one of us a blowjob while the other fucks you?" Serana asked. "Yeah. Sure. I am very okay with that," I said. "Do you want to deepthroat?" Serana asked. "Oh, fuck yes! Deepthroat me, gently and all the way down my throat. I want to be able to feel a strapon bulge through my throat," I said. "Okay then. Who would you like to fuck your ass and who would you like to give you a deepthroat?" Serana asked. "Umm....I want JessiKa to fuck me and I want you to deepthroat me," I said. "Hell yeah! Like, lets get started!" JessiKa said. I stood up and bent over. JessiKa got behind my rear end and Serana got in front of me. JessiKa got down on her knees and groped my ass cheeks. She jiggled my ass cheeks. "Ricky, I like think that you totally have got the cutest ass that I have like ever seen in my life! Its got no hair or anything," JessiKa said. JessiKa spread my ass cheeks and looked at my hole. "Hmm...you've also like got a perfect hairless fuckhole. Its just begging for me to fuck it with my big cock," JessiKa said. JessiKa applied anal lube to my hole and all inside of my hole. I moaned quietly as she was spreading the anal lube all around inside of me. JessiKa stood back up and then applied anal lube to her ejaculating strapon. JessiKa grabbed her strapon and put the tip of it to my hole. Serana grabbed her strapon and put it directly in front of my mouth. "Are you ready, Ricky?" Serana asked. I looked up into Serana's eyes. "Please, fuck me good, hard, and very deep. Like the little whore I am," I said excited. Jessika and Serana didn't hesitate. JessiKa shoved her strapon very deep inside me and started fucking my ass. I opened my mouth as wide as possible as Serana shoved her strapon into my mouth and dowm my throat. Serana kept making her strapon go down my throat. I gagged and moaned very loudly because all I was feeling was an intense feeling of sexual pleasure. JessiKa started jerking me off while she was pounding my ass. Serana felt my throat as her strapon was going up and down my throat. "Ricky, you're throat is bulging from my strapon! It's sooooo fucking hot!" Serana said. JessiKa and Serana started French kissing while they were fucking me. Serana's strapon got slimy wet with my spit. I removed her strapon from my throat and decided to talk like a slutty whore to JessiKa and Serana. I started jerking off Serana's strapon. "Yeah, you like fucking me in my ass? With your huge fucking cock?" I said. "Yeah, like, take it all. Like the little cum dumpster you are!" JessiKa said. "You like fucking my little mouth, baby? You like going all the way down my throat with your big fucking cock?" I said. Serana forced my mouth open and shoved her strapon down my throat, making me gag and moan loudly again. "Fuck yeah, Ricky. Take my fat fucking cock all the way down your little slutty throat," Serana said. I'm just glad that I don't have a gag reflex. After ten or fifteen minutes had passed, I pulled out Serana's strapon from my throathole. "JessiKa. I want you to fuck me faster and harder. Pound the living fuck out of my fuckhole," I begged. I forced Serana's strapon back down in my throat as JessiKa gave me a sexy smirk and forced her strapon deeper inside of me. She grabbed me by my waist and started fucking me as hard as she possibly could, causing me to moan very loudly, because JessiKa was hitting me right in my g-pot. I pulled out Serana's strapon out of my throat and looked at Serana in the eyes. "Ah. Ah. Oh, fuck. Serana, I want you to skull fuck me as hard as you can! Oh, oh, OH! Grab me by my hair and skull fuck me hard!" I begged. Serana grabbed me by my hair and started skull fucking me very hard, causing me to gag loudly and get slimy spit all over Serana's strapon. My face was turning red. I worked my hands up Serana's beautiful and angelic body until my hands reached her beautiful and perfect breasts. I groped her breasts and started squeezing. "Oh, yeah, baby! You like my playing with my tits while I skull fuck you, you little whore?" Serana asked. JessiKa and Serana had fucked me in the ass with their ejaculating strapons for over two hours straight. We tried different sex positions and I got fucked for so long and hard that I could barely stand. So, after a long while, JessiKa started fucking me faster and faster. Serana started skull fucking me faster and faster. "Ricky, are you like still sure that you want us to cum inside of you?" JessiKa asked I removed Serana's strapon from my throat, took a deep breath and spat on Serana's strapon. "I WANT YOU BOTH TO FILL MY BODY UP WITH EVERY SINGLE DROP!! I WANT MY FUCKHOLE TO OVERFLOW WITH YOUR FAKE CUM!!" I begged loudly. JessiKa thrusted me a few more times and one more time as she ejaculated her huge load of fake cum inside of me. JessiKa pulled out her strapon as Serana got behind me and shoved her strapon all the way inside of me. She thrusted me a few more times as she dumped all her fat load of fake cum inside of me. Serana pulled her strapon out of my hole. My hole was gaping and squirting out fake cum. I looked down at my hard dick and saw that I cummed a huge and fat warm load. I scooped up all of the cum from my dick. I looked at JessiKa and Serana. "You guys down to cum swap with each other?" I asked. "We're down if you are!" Serana said. I put my own fat load of cum in my mouth. I opened my mouth and accidentally made a cum bubble. I barely stood up and walked over to JessiKa and Serana. I started cum swapping with JessiKa first. Our tongues were slimy and sticky as they were being wrapped and twisted against each other. As were cum swapping, I groped and squeezed JessiKa's fun bags. We stopped cum swapping after a minute had passed. I swallowed my load of cum as JessiKa and Serana started cum swapping. They moaned quietly as they were getting my warm and sticky fat load all over their faces. JessiKa and Serana both eventually swallowed my cum. I could barely stand so I sat down on the living room couch. I laid my head back against the couch and took a deep breath. JessiKa and Serana both sat next to me after they removed their ejaculating strapons. "So, like, how was that?" JessiKa asked "That...was...incredible," I said. "Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed that, Ricky," Serana said. "Now, can we keep this between the three of us?" I asked. "Like, why? What we like totally did was incredibly amazing. We shouldn't have to hide it," JessiKa said. "Can we please keep this between us?" I asked "Ricky, you, shouldn't be embarrassed about this! You're not the only man in the world that likes getting his ass fucked. You should really keep an open mind and try new sexual things. You're not the only straight male that likes doing this. You should fully express your sexuality and your sexual energy and sexual vibe just like Serana and me," JessiKa said. The more I thought about what JessiKa said to me, the more I thought she might be right. "Okay. You're right. Okay, from now on. I will fully express my sexuality and my sexual energy," I said. "Yay! You know what? I've got an idea!" JessiKa said. "What is it, babe?" Serana asked. "We should allow, you, Ricky, to become our best friend! We can hangout anytime we want and we'll fuck you however you want," JessiKa said. "Okay, I'm down!" I said. "So am I!" Serana said. "So, we're in like agreement. Ricky has become our new best friend! Yay!" JessiKa said. "Hell yeah!" I said excited. I went to the bathroom to dump out the huge loads of fake cum from inside of me, into the toilet. I went back out to the living room and sat down next to JessiKa. Ever since that day, JessiKa, Serana and I have been hanging out at their apartment. Everytime we're hanging out, JessiKa and/or Serana fuck me in the ass with their strapons or their sex toys. And what happens next....well let's just say that what happens next truly expanded my sexuality and sexual desire of getting my ass fucked.

Shy country girl Saffron was just 18 when her cousin Charles took her to London for the evening. She thought they would see a West End Show, but Charles took her to a seedy strip club instead. Saffron Schoolgirl? Stripper? Hooker? Pt 1 Saffron slipped ever lower into her chair as the stripper twirled around the silver pole on a dias just feet from where she sat with her cousin Charles and his friend Sebastian. Already completely naked the slim blonde girl just gyrated aimlessly around the pole as she waited for the song to finish. Saffron had watched with a sort of detached interest as the girl had inelegantly discarded her costume mis timing her moves so the men had lost interest before her spot ended and were back talking to their friends by the time she stepped down to mingle with customers. Saffron couldn't understand why the girl hadn't timed things to bring interest to a peak as she finished her routine, surely it was common sense? Saffron reasoned. Surely it was a basic principle of performance art, while the routine itself was merely simple gymnastics, it really did seem a poor effort. It wasn't Saffron's idea to go to a strip club, she hated going out with Sebastian but her mother insisted she be chaperoned by 'Someone Responsible,' to 'The Opera,' but in her mother's eyes Sebastian was responsible and going out with him was one of the few ways Saffron could escape her mother's over protective clutches. "Tina Ladies and Gentlemen," Harry Styles the compere for the evening announced as the song ended and Tina walked off the stage, mingling with the seedy middle aged men at the bar. The next girl, Lana, a little petite Indian wearing a sari, walked on next and nodded to Harry, the music started, sexy seductive and entirely the wrong track, Lana stood hands on hips glaring at Harry who took an age to realise. "Track seven," Lana said, "Bollywood nights!" and Harry struggled to change the track on the CD player, finally the Indian beat started and Saffron watched and wondered exactly how she would make removing a sari look sexy, she didn't learn much as the girl had very little idea on how to make removing a sari sexy either, funny yes, the long silk trousers she wore beneath did a great job of tangling around her feet as she tried to swing round the pole and at least got a half decent laugh as the drunk guys cheered. "Wouldn't mind giving her one!" Charles laughed. "What, hardly your type old chap," Sebastian chuckled, "I thought you liked double D's I've seen quail's eggs bigger than her tits!" "Hah bloody hah," Charles asked, "Enjoying 'The Opera' Saff?" "No, actually," Saffron replied, "For gods sake why bring me here?" "Got to keep you safe old love, some chap might take one look at your wooly cardigan and pounce," he laughed. "Hugely funny," Saffron agreed a she sat feeling extremely foolish in her long black bare shouldered gown over which she had pulled her black cardigan. She didn't actually mind not going to the Opera at Covent Garden despite blowing £100 on a pair of tickets but they had promised her a night club not a strip club. She stood up abruptly, "Where are you going?" Sebastian asked. "Ladies," she said. "Have a crafty wank eh!" Charles laughed, "I always knew you were a dyke." "Moron," Saffron retorted and she swept across the floor skirting the dias as she headed for the rest room. "Big hand for," Harry said as he saw Saffron approach and before he realised she wasn't actually a stripper, "Oh, sorry, wrong girl!" Saffron just needed some air, she checked her makeup, washed her hands, and was startled to see Harry walk into the Ladies. "You're not the new girl then?" he said, "Only we're supposed to have a new girl." "Get out!" she snapped. "It's all right no offence," he said, "I can see you aren't the type." "What type?" Saffron demanded. "Fit athletic," he said, "You're not a dancer you're more the elegant wallflower type." "I could dance a dammed sight better than those two!" Saffron insisted, "What on earth was that last girl thinking about!" "That's the trouble love, can't get the staff," he admitted. "I mean it's only a bit of performance art with some gymnastics, and of course choreographed to suit the music." Saffron rationalised. "To you maybe, but like I said we can't get the staff." Harry admitted, "You know when we started we had some top gymnasts performing on that pole," he lied wistfully, "Now they just trip over their trousers." "Poor girl, I suppose it's what she wears." Saffron agreed. "What Lana, Ha, no she's a muslim, she wears one of those tent things, no we got a whole room of costumes," Harry chuckled, "All velcro and sloppy elastic!" "Ha!" Saffron laughed. "No honest," Harry insisted, "Its not Miss Selfridge, more like Oxfam, but we got quite a range." "Really" Saffron replied disinterestedly. "If you reckon you could do better?" he said, "Why not give it a go?" "Dressed like this?" Saffron asked sarcastically. "Then like I said we have a wardrobe department!" he laughed, "I'll get one of the girls to give you a hand if you like!". "No thanks," Saffron laughed. "OK," he said, "So why are you here if you not interested, because obviously you are?" The door opened and Tina came in, Harry turned to her and said, "Madam here reckons she a hot shot dancer and could knock spots off you lot!" he suggested. "Like to see her try," Tina sneered, "God where did you come from Covent Garden?" "It's a long story," Saffron sighed. "So honestly you reckon you can dance better that me?" Tina asked. "Uh, yes," Saffron agreed. "So prove it," Tina challenged, "Show us how it should be done. Put up or shut up!" "Ok, I will!" Saffron agreed, "So, like, where are the costumes?" "Through here," Tina explained and she winked at Harry as she opened a door Saffron thought was a broom cupboard but in fact led to a small room crammed with costumes, some outlandish, some minimalist, dresses and skirts hung on free standing racks marked 'Marks and Spencer' , hung on hooks on the walls and stored in boxes on waist high units around the sides of the room, "Clothes, shoes, undies," Tina pointed in succession, "What do you want?" "School girl?" Saffron suggested. "Ankle socks, white shirt, velcro bra, black velcro skirt, velcro thong, what size shoe?" Tina asked, "Velcro shirt or tied?" "Sorry, velcro shirt?" Saffron asked. "Either you wear one open but tied at the front, or you can have a velcro strip down the front so it pulls off, actually there is one with a strip down the back somewhere, and some with the tie sewn in." Tina explained, "Stockings go down well." "Right, oh size seven shoes," Saffron added. "Right, new thong," Tina said handing a tiny piece of lace to Saffron, "Rip it off, its velcro but we cant use it again, and velcro shirt, ankle socks times two, bra?" "Uh, C or D depends," Saffron confirmed. "Squeeze them in a C!" Tina chuckled, as she found a tired looking white bra, "Shoes, and a tie, velcro round the back but it ties as well. "Is this clean?" Saffron asked. "No, not all of it, the socks are, thong's new, but the rest helps you get in character doesn't it, who wants a stripper who stinks of Fabreeze?" Tina said, "And the dressing room is over there!" Tina said pointing to a curtain closing off part of the end of the room, "Pick an empty locker!" Saffron pulled the curtain aside and found a dressing table and half a dozen full height lockers, she swished the curtain behind her found and empty locker and began to get changed, hanging her expensive gown up before sorting out her new 'kit' as she thought of it. It all seemed very exciting, like the build up to a hockey match, or the gymnastic performances which she loved but never quite made the grade at in a school which had provided Olympic finalists, anywhere else she ruefully considered she would have been exceptional and tonight she would show them. Saffron squeezed her D cup boobies into the C cup bra, slipped off her own M+S panties and dark pantihose pulled on white ankle socks and the new thong, pulled the skirt around her, fastened the shirt and tied her tie, she slipped on the skeletal black high heels and made sure she could actually walk in them.. "Jacket!" said Tina, "And satchel, take them off before you get to the pole!" "Right," said Saffron, "I suppose I had better let my hair down?" she added and she pulled the hair grips so her long honey blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders. "How do I look?" she asked. "OK," Tina confirmed. "I look like a little tart don't I!" Saffron giggled delightedly, you're right, I feel different, like in character, I even smell different!" "Moth balls," said Tina, "Are you ready because I'll tell Harry." "Music!" Saffron queried. "Try 'Take my Breath away,' fourteen on the play list, you know it?" Saffron nodded and Tina shouted "Vixen, track 14!" to Harry. "Vixen?" Saffron queried. "Well you don't use your own name do you?" Tina queried, "I mean Marquela Rodriguez de Santiago doesn't exactly roll off the tongue like 'Tina' does it?" "No," Saffron agreed as the name rang some kind of bell in the recesses of her mind. "You're on!" Tina said, "Go!" and she swung the dressing room door open. It led to a corridor, and another door, "Vixen ladies and gentlemen!" Harry announced and almost no one looked up as Saffron walked across to the dias, set down her school bag, peeled off her jacket and as the music started she began to dance. No one took and real notice as she swung from the pole, even when she had one foot high above her head, until she pulled the shirt open. Heads turned her way, so she folded the bra cups down to release her boobies and climbed the pole again, pulling her skirt well up under her boobies so her thong was clearly displayed and then in a master stroke she pulled her thong off and again did the splits on the pole one leg almost straight down the other almost straight up leaving her cunt and soft golden pubic hair completely displayed. Saffron was tiring now, she guessed she was two thirds through the three minute record and worried she had gone too fast, maybe it was not as easy as she thought, but people were nudging each other and watching her. She lost the shirt, slipping it elegantly from her arms as she twirled but she kept the school tie on. She analysed the public reaction, they liked seeing her sex, she rationalised so she decided to show even more as she gyrated facing away from the pole now, sometimes upright with her leg spread sometimes upside down, and then the music stopped. Saffron was completely caught out upside down half way through a move, as Harry said, "And a big hand for 'Vixen' ladies and gentlemen. "Wayhay!" someone shouted, as a few people clapped and the middle aged men leered. "Get a drink at the bar," Harry said quietly, "Tina's on next." Saffron looked around but Harry had already tidied away her discarded clothes so she put her boobies back in the bra cups as best she could and smoothed down her skirt before heading for the bar. Her heart thumped as adrenalin coursed through her veins, "Vodka and slimline," she ordered. "I'll get this," a man old enough to be her father said reassuringly. "Thanks!" Saffron said, "Whew that was intense!" "Made you all horny did it?" he asked. "No, exhilarated, excited and, what are you doing!" she hissed as his fingers slid under her skirt. "Liar, you're soaking, we could see your cunt glistening on stage," he said as he eased a digit into her sopping hole, "How much for extras?" Saffron thought quickly, shocked at his proposal, "More than you can afford!" she said as Barry the barman handed her a slimline and a pack of three condoms. "How much?" he asked. "Five hundred pounds." she snapped choosing a ridiculous figure. He took ten fifties from a roll in his inside pocket and another single fifty, "Better have the key Barry boy!" he laughed. "Uh," Saffron gulped, shocked yet exhilarated, as Barry took the money and handed over the key to the 'private' room. "I'll keep it for you see, we keep fifty per cent for commission see," Barry confirmed. Saffron froze but the fingers were inside her and she felt hot and yes horny as the stranger took her arm and led her to the locked door to the room with 'Private' stencilled in gold on the dark wood, he turned the key, let her in and and then locked the door behind them. "I can't get it up see," he said conspiratorially, "You won't let on will you?" "No, not if you're good with your fingers," Saffron agreed. There was a big TV screen, a buttoned leather couch and a single bed in the room and he switched the TV on, the club interior filled the screen as Tina swung around the pole in a dazzling display of athleticism. "Oh fucking bollocks!" Saffron gasped, "Look at that." "I would rather look at you, pull your skirt up," the man said, "I'm John by the way," he lied. "Vicky," Saffron lied in her turn as she lifted her skirt. "Oh blimey, I'm getting hard," John gasped, "On the bed, you on top?" "That's extra," Saffron tried. "Another five?" John tried, and when Saffron frowned he said "Hundred, five hundred!" "Why not!" Saffron agreed and she took a condom and waited as he pulled down his grey trousers and white Y fronts to reveal a rather small half erect penis. It twitched as Saffron rolled a condom over it, twitched and grew stiffer, grew an inch and he lay back imagining she was his daughter about to bounce on his cock as she imagined his cock was a soft latex dildo as she squirmed around until she was in position to slide down on John's cock. She felt him against her, latex covered cock against soft pink cunt lips, easing her aside as he gently invaded her or as she gradually engulfed him as she lowered herself down. Suddenly the tension eased, her breathing slowed, her crotch bottomed against his balls and she began to hump him, grinding against him in a frenzy of repressed sexual energy. "Yes, Yes!" she gasped as Barry watched the action on the small monitor he had behind the bar where he could keep an eye on the punters and make sure they didn't mark the girls He saw Tina was finished on stage so switched his monitor feed to the big 64 inch screen on the wall of the club, "Whoooo!" the cheer went up, "Atta boy Phil!" "You said he couldn't get it up?" 'John's' friend Duggie hissed to Tina as she came to the bar. "I told him you couldn't either!" she lied. Saffron was just getting into her stride when 'John' cried out "Oh Jackie Daddy loves you!" and started to cum, she stared in disbelief at his ecstatic face and bulging eyes as he shot his load in complete abandon, his legs shaking in reaction as his heart rate went through the roof. "Thank you, thank you!" he gasped. "Where the fuck's Saffron gone?" Charles asked Sebastian "Ladies, half an hour ago, must have fallen in!" Sebastian replied as they watched Vixen fucking a middle aged man on screen without the slightest notion that Vixen was in fact Saffron. The screen flicked off as Harry picked up the microphone, "And now Ladies and Gentlemen from the sound stages of India's film Industry, please give a big hand for our own queen of Bollywood, Lana!" This time Harry picked the right CD and the bhangra beat blared from the speakers . Saffron dejectedly threw the condom in the bin and followed 'John' back to the bar. Men pawed her, grabbing her breasts which chafed on the borrowed ill fitting bra so she pulled it off. Other men caressed her legs and put their hands up her skirt, arousing her to a peak. "God I need a cock," she said almost to herself. "One at a time gents," Barry said calmingly, "Right what am I bid?" "Twenty quid!" Charles laughed. "Funny, how about two fifty, three, three and a half," Barry said with the practised ease of an auctioneer taking bids off the walls and ceiling to get things moving. "Five," a well dressed man announced. "And a half," his friend chipped in. "Seven Fifty!" he retorted. "Eight, eight fifty, any advance on eight fifty? Barry asked. "Sebastian," Charles said awkwardly, "You know Saffron?" "Nine hundred and ninety nine pounds ninety nine pee," the well dressed man insisted. "Of course I know Saffron," Sebastian countered. "Any advance on a thousand?" Barry asked. "That girl being auctioned looks like her!" Charles said incredulously. "Going once!" "Oh just imagine if it was! you would be so dead!" Sebastian gulped "Going twice," "How much cash have you got?" Charles asked "Then, 'Bang' she's all yours sir!" Barry beamed, "I'll keep the money safe sir and here is your one pee change!" He paid by debit card, £999.99, "You had better be worth it," he declared, "Shall we?" He led Saffron to the back room, Tina was sitting on the bed busily sucking an ageing man's cock to life, "Don't mind them," the man said as he stood behind Saffron and cupped her breasts, "You remind me of my daughter." he said. "Oh, right," Saffron agreed, "It's probably the uniform?" "Probably," he agreed and he slipped three fingers into Saffron's willing cunt, "That and the fact she fucks all comers for money, drug habit I'm afraid, you?" "Credit cards," Saffron lied, "I went mad when I got my student loan." "Easily done," he agreed as he took off his jacket and shirt, "How shall we do this?" "Doggy style?" Saffron suggested. "What Anal?" he asked. "No, unless?" she asked. "No thank you!" he insisted, "No I want your nice warm moist cunt young lady." "And I want your big juicy cock inside me," Saffron agreed quite truthfully, as she knelt by the bed and waited He dropped his trousers and Saffron eased a condom over his long thick shaft and then she leaned over the bed so her ass was raised and available. He was on her in seconds, his fingers spreading her cunt lips as he guided the purple tip of his thick pink cock inside her stretching her as he eased his full length inside her before he began to thrust energetically into her arousing her even more until she cried out in ecstasy, "God I need you," she wailed, "Fuck me you bastard." "Good girl," he said, "Now calm down or it will be over far too soon." "I want to cum!" Saffron pleaded, "Need to you don't understand" "Yes I do," he said and he moved his hands to cup her breasts and started to tweak her nipples, "Come for me baby!" he whispered, "You've been a good girl and daddy says you can cum, cum for me baby." Rushing wind and flame seared Saffron's mind as his words conjoured visions that threatened to tear her in half and his pistoning cock crushing her clit against the mattress sent sensations of peasure and pain coursing through her consciousness until quite suddenly, like falling over a waterfall into deep space, her relief came, gently yet overwhelmingly emptying her mind of everything but her cunt and his cock as she waited in vain for the quenching jet of love juice to fill her every cavity and make everything perfect. "Good girl," he said as he pumped his jism into the condom, "Good girl." He held her for a moment as they stilled and then gently eased out of her, "That was a bloody expensive five minutes," he laughed and as he dressed he added, "I'll keep an eye out for you!" Saffron pushed past the crowds and headed for the Ladies, Tina was there checking her makeup, "I won I think!" she declared. Saffron looked confused so Tina continued, "They asked the people to vote when you were doing private time and I had more votes, Barry kept score." "I thought you won, from what I saw," Saffron agreed, "Where on earth did you learn to dance like that." "I used to be a Gymnast," Tina admitted, "But, I kept getting injured, and if you're injured you don't perform well and if you don't do well you can't get funding, so this way I pay my mortgage, I have my day job in the office and I still have fun," Tina continued, "But I can't do a dance that intense four times a night seven nights a week, and nor can you, so calm down, look confused clumsy, make the guys feel sorry for you and then you'll get lots of private time to pay the bills." "I guess," Saffron said, "I can only get away week ends anyway." Harry opened the door, "They are asking for you, both of you, Phyllis is on next, do you want to do another dance Vicky?" "He means you!" Tina explained, "Do you want to dance again or do you want to make some money?" "Actually," Saffron admitted, "I just want to get laid, these old guys are so frustrating!" "You want to do a double with Danny?" Harry asked. "No, I don't do girls," Saffron explained. Harry laughed, "Danny is many things but a girl isn't one of them." "The black guy," Tina advised, "The tall thin doorman, he does double dances sometimes but he is a big boy, not to be taken lightly if you see what I mean!" "Well in that case," Saffron laughed, "Bring it on!" "Show her what to do," Harry asked and he returned to his microphone. "Vicky, this is Danny," Tina introduced them, "Vicky said about dancing with you?" "Sure, but we need to work up a routine!" Danny explained. "Danny," Tina butted in, "All you ever do is carry the girl around on your cock and jig around." "Hey," he said, "I'm an artiste." "How difficult can it be," Saffron asked but Danny pulled his pants down and Saffron saw the problem, the biggest cock she has ever seen. "Ah, right, I see!" she agreed, "Maybe I'll pass." "You come around early tomorrow, we'll practice." he suggested. "So what shall we do?" Saffron asked. "Back to the bar, put a shirt on!" Tina suggested. Saffron found her white shirt among the discarded clothes Harry had dumped in the clothes room an she made her way back to the bar. "Thought you were doing a dance with Danny," Harry chuckled as she passed. "No way, he's far too big," Saffron giggled. "I thought that's what you girl's like?" Harry suggested, "Why don't you have a play with a dildo see how much you can take." "Harry!" Saffron exclaimed, "Harry!" she said in surprise as he took a card with seven different dildoes from six inch to fourteen inches tied to it from behind his desk. "If you get the black one up I'll send Danny out!" he laughed "You must be joking!" she gasped. "I'll put the spotlight on you," Harry chuckled and he announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, who wants to see Little Vicky versus the Dildo?" "Harry!" Saffron gasped, but the dias was in front of her and the spotlight was tracking towards her. "Who wants to bet she can't take the black one?" Harry asked but there were no takers. "Just start wanking," he suggested, "Harry!" she protested. "Get the black one up I'll send Danny out!" he announced to the room and he winked. "I can't," she said as he handed her a sachet of lube. "Vicky ladies and Gentlemen," Harry announced. Saffron looked at the expectant faces peering at her as she held the dildoes, she felt foolish, and horny all at the same time. She sat down on the dias, her back against the pole, lubed the smallest dildo and eased it between her pussy lips, she grinned, pulled it out and chose the next size, this time she licked the end, it tasted of plastic, peered at it and eased it inside herself with no drama. She smiled working the audience, tied the dildo back onto the card, and chose the next one, she also tied the smallest one back into place and then she eased the third inside her, again it slipped easily inside her, so she removed it and skipped two sizes. Her skirt was getting in the way so she pulled it up under her breasts and then the shirt tails were in the way so she pulled the shirt open and slipped it off and only then did she take the large red dildo and lick the tip seductively. Saffron placed the large bulbous red end of the dildo against her pussy lips, she gasped theatrically as pushed it up inside herself, as by now a crowd had formed as punters surrounded the dias, to see the show. A pint beer mug was filling with notes as it was passed around and towards the back of the crowd Sebastian and Charles were arguing, "It is Saff!" "No, it can't be!" they argued as two, three, four inches of dildo spread Saffron's young vagina. pressing against her clit from the inside sending little spikes of pleasure coursing through her consciousness until real gasps replaced the theatrical ones. She she gasped and closed her eyes as she eased the dildo inside her, spreading and filling her ever more completely. "Go on!" someone shouted, "More!" Saffron obliged easing it ever further inside her spreading stretching but frustratingly cold and inert, she tried humping it but it still remained rigid when she wanted a warm pulsing plibale yet rigid cock. "More!" the audience laughed, "Try the black one," they said referring to the biggest of the set of Dildoes. "One more!" Harry laughed, "The yellow one!" "What?" Saffron asked. "Try the next," he repeated. "Oh," Saffron said, "Gosh," as she came back to her senses, "Yes the yellow one." Now she had to raise herself up, in fact it was easier to put the end on the floor and sink down on it, she spread her pussy lips and eased the tip between then she eased downwards, pain and pleasure mingled, she eased down further and suddenly she slipped her weight came onto the dildo and it forced agonisingly deep inside her, "No!" she protested as she fell forward inelegantly. "And the black one!" Harry suggested and he called Danny forward, a great cheer went up, Saffron thought it was because she fell forward and impaled herself but Danny had appeared from behind Harry, Danny the black doorman, now dressed in a black sleeveless leather jerkin and black knee length boots, he strode across the room his monster cock fully erect and already sheathed with a black condom, as he approached the pole from directly behind Saffron. He put his hands on her shoulders and whispered, "Time for the black one doll!" "Uh?" Saffron queried. Danny's big black hand eased the red dildo from Saffron's vagina and idly tossed it away. He put one arm around her middle, eased her up and with his other hand he guided his massive black cock at her sweet pink cunt as he held her bent from the waist. "No!" Saffron gasped but Danny knew what he was doing and his cock eased so gently inside her, spreading her vagina, stretching it past its limits as she gradually accepted his intrusion, "Oh god it's huge! Oh fuck!" she protested, "Oh my god!" Her mind shut down as he began to hump her, with six to two inches of black shaft still visible beyond her pussy lips as he thrust into her as he turned her around so she could hold on to the pole. She gasped and mouthed 'No' wordlessly his cock battered against the neck of her womb the sensations of pain and pleasure mingled in her mind making her breath rasp in ragged gasps as she began falling, falling falling, falling thousands of feet through fluffy marshmallow clouds of ice cold fire and her crotch began to explode like a thermo nuclear bomb. "Slow down, it's a show OK?" Danny hissed as Saffron swayed and moaned and squeezed her cunt muscles as she became completely oblivious to the audience. His balls were now slapping against her crotch as his energetic humping forced his massive cock ever deeper inside her. "Oh fuck!" he hissed as he started twitching and started to shoot his load, "Noooo," he gasped as the veins on his cock bulged as it twitched in ecstasy as he pumped the condom full of his jism. "Wha?" Saffron protested, "Is that it?" He reacted angrily, "You stupid bitch, that was un professional!" he complained, as he pulled out of her and ran off stage. "Fuck," Saffron gasped and instead of taking a bow she grabbed the largest Dildo from the set, stood it on end and slid down on it and began to hump herself to that elusive orgasm. "Vixen Ladies and Gentlemen!" Harry announced and he hissed, "For gods sake get her off as the audience started shouting and whooping. Danny threw his jeans on and came back to the stage and with Harry's help they carried Saffron off stage still with the monster dildo deep inside her and sat her down in the Ladies lavatory where they left her to calm down. "Bloody amateurs," Harry cursed theatrically as he saw the tips glass was filled to overflowing. "Never again," Danny agreed, "Damn bitch made me cum!" "We saw!" Harry agreed, "You were supposed to make her cum, I guess you should be back on the door?" "Sure!" Danny agreed, "I need the rest." Harry returned to the microphone, "And next Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced, "We have," and he searched in vain for his notes. A commotion erupted at the entrance door, "You can't come in," Danny protested, but there was a splintering crash and the door flew open. "Police!" someone shouted as Danny hit the panic button. In the ladies lavatory a red light suddenly flashed just as Saffron was washing the monster dildo as she looked at her dishevelled appearance in a mirror while slowly winding down from her high. She knew it was some kind of alarm but didn't know what to do. Tina rushed in looking for her, "Vicky, that's the alarm, time to get dressed and get out of here," she shouted and when she saw Saffron she added, "Quick, follow me!" "Oh right," Saffron agreed, wearily then with the realisation she could be in serious trouble adrenalin kicked in and they rushed to the changing room, Phyllis whom Saffron had not met was already leaving, rushing out of the door with her yellow miniskirt twisted. Saffron pulled off her skirt and kicked off her heels, she grabbed her own elegant black dress and threw it on and threw the cardigan over the top. She kicked off her socks, then taking a plastic bag from her handbag she threw her bra shoes, panties and pantihose in to it and rushed back to the ladies. She bolted a cubicle and quickly tidied herself, slipping her bra back on, her panties, pantihose and shoes and then went to the mirror and pinned her hair back up. The loo door flew open. "All right, lets be having you!" a policeman declared. "What?" Saffron replied indignantly. "Sorry Miss, we're looking for strippers and prostitutes," he said apologetically. "Well I should look then, if I were you," she said haughtily. "Yes miss, thank you miss," he said and he turned and walked out. Saffron breathed a huge sigh of relief and followed the policeman back towards the bar where she looked for Sebastian and Charles. She saw them among a group of men in the corner corralled by policemen and asked to be let through, "So who were you with miss?" the constable asked . "Sebastian and Charles," she said pointing, "They said this was a night club, but well to be honest I spent more time in the loo, it's disgusting but they just laughed when I wanted to go home." "Right, Sebastian Fettle and Charles Peak," he said, "Strangely enough they don't appear on the police computer. "Try Melcombe and Fanshawe-Dyce," Saffron insisted, "I'm Saffron Melcombe, Sebastian's cousin." "And you'll vouch for them?" he asked as he put the new names into his computer, "You all live in Pewsey is that right?" "Oh yes," Saffron agreed, "Look, can we go only we have a train to catch." "I suppose," he agreed, and he called Charles and Seb over, "Right you two hop it, and next time you take your Cousin out you do not take her to a knocking shop, get my meaning?" "Uh, yes, no, we won't," Charles agreed. "Good, then I'll let you go on your way!" the policeman advised and he let them pass, "We haven't got enough cells anyway." They walked away as fast as they could, down the stairs to street level, past the shattered door and away down the street. They walked in silence, "I'm never going back there again," Charles insisted. "Nor me," Sebastian agreed. "Well I am," Saffron insisted, "They owe me for that private time." "Was that you dancing Saff?" Charles asked, "Only when you went a stunning blonde stripper came out, and when she went you came back and." "Yes," Saffron agreed. "Will you dance for us?" Sebastian asked. "On one condition!" Saffron agreed, "No one must tell mother what happened, and." "That's two," Charles pointed out, "I get an orgasm," Saffron explained, "Deal?" "So like we pay some gigolo?" Sebastian asked, "Some big black dude to fuck you." "Or we could maybe?" Charles suggested. "We couldn't fuck Saff she's a mate," Sebastian pointed out. "Speak for yourself," Charles said and he took Saffron's hand and stopped and went down on one knee. "Saffron, can I fuck you some time?" he asked. "Of course you can," she said. "Five hundred pounds seems to be the going rate." "Oh," he said. To be continued. Part 2 published 30 August 2015

Highschool was always interesting, I was dating a guy that was on both the football and wrestling team, the total jock type. Which struck most as odd, seeing as how I was the punky goth girl who was usually very shy and timid. Most of my boyfriend's friend group consisted of jocks and the preps aka popular kids. Thus, I was generally absent when it came to parties or large gatherings where I knew everyone would be. My boyfriend, Bob, and his friend, Jeff, always threw poker parties on the weekends with some of their guy friends. Girlfriends were almost always required to stay at home, being it was supposed to be a guys night out. Being the rule about females at the party, I was completely shocked when Bob asked me to tag along to a poker event. He knew that my parents were both headed out of the country for Missonary work with their church, leaving myself and brother in the care of my aunt. I still wondered why he had asked me to go along, I thought no girls were allowed. He told me that he knew I disliked having to spend time with my brother, let alone my aunt, so he asked the guys if it would be okay if I came, Bob being the 'leader' type, got everyone's agreement. I was excitied and as Friday rolled around, I frantically thought of clothing ideas, I always dressed to impress even doing something as simple as going to the store. Finally deciding on an outfit; a red and white plaid halter dress that buttoned down the front, ending high against my thighs, high heeled sandles that tied against my ankles and a lace thong. I wanted to make a good impression, pulling my shoulder length hair into a ponytail and light makeup. Bob was late picking me up, offering a couple sorrys and that his mother made him help her fix a few random house things, I didn't really care that he was late, so long as we were still going to the party. He commented on how sexy I looked, I could tell he wanted something from me and was blunt in asking, "I know you need something Bob, you never just outright comment on my looks." He told me that he wanted a little roadhead since we had never really gotten to before, of course I agreed, I didn't need to spoil my chances of getting to the party. Leaning over, I unzipped and unbuttoned his fly, sliding his semi hard cock from his boxers. I think that was one thing I really enjoyed with him, sucking him off. I licked my tongue against the tip, wettening the head, pressing it into my mouth with a sigh. He lowered a hand against the back of my head, pushing my mouth further along his thick dick, a couple small shots of precum dribbling into my mouth. which I really didn't mind. It when a guy tried to put the whole load into my mouth, then we had problems. I gave him head until we got to Jeff's, which was like a 10 minutes car ride, so he didn't get a chance to cum, but didn't care and said he would finish with me later. After arriving at our friend's place which was in the richer part of town, we parked and went inside and downstairs to see everyone. There weren't quite as many guys there are I had thought would be, at most 6 or 7, cards tables were setup throughout the furnished basement while drinks and snacks were crowded on a folding table. Soon after arriving everyone started up poker, me not being a gambler or really a card player, sat and played video games for a while. My soda intake finally hit my bladder, and I hurriedly rushed into the bathroom to piss. I had just sat down on the toliet and begun to pee when the door opened and in walked Jeff, not seeming phased or really caring that I was urinating. I began to shout at him to get out, feeling quite uncomfortable as he walked to sit on the edge of the tub across the way from me. [ Up until this point, I had never cheated on a boyfriend, I'll admit heavy petting had gone on, but never intercourse] I spoke sarcastically, "I doubt Bob would like you being in here while I am doing this." I was frozen with shock as Jeff just sat there and watched me pee, ignoring my warning and commenting shortly, "It's so fucking hot watching a girl piss..." I finished, wiped, and stood up to try pulling my thong back up, however Jeff seemed to have other plans, for as I began to reach down to grab at my thong that rested about my ankles, he gripped onto my dress, hiking it and pushing me to lean against the counter, face forwards. I was pissed by this point, I came in here to pee and now am being manhandled by Jeff, just great. Protesting again, this time more seriously, "I really don't think Bob would like this Jeff.." He laughed, "Hey, he said if I gave him some cash, I could do whatever I wanted to you. Well, I made good on my end of the deal, now it's time for you to do the same." I cringed, scared of what the hell he had in mind exactly, I had heard stories from a few of his ex's about how he was rough, having done a little heavy petting with him myself, I could attest to his roughness factor. I pushed myself back on my hands in attempt to knock him over or at least through him off balance, no luck either way as I only seemed to piss him off. He responded by giving a hard smack to my asscheeks and gripping onto my ponytail, yanking my head back a little, "Don't be a dumbass. Just go along with this and I promise to not tell everyone in school about it." Nodding as well as I could with my hair being forcefull tugged back, I agreed. With that I could hear him fiddling with his pants, soon letting them drop around his ankles, I could feel him moving around to work his boxers down, erected cock pressed against my ass as I just closed my eyes, waiting. He moved the hair grabbing hand down to grope and squeeze at my breasts, the other pushing me further down against the counter and began rubbing his cock head between my cheeks and down against my pussy. Pulling back, he dripped a little spittle onto his cock and rubbed it around, I was scared yet excitied at the anticipation of feeling him inside of me, doing as he wished. With one hand gripped onto his dick leading it up inside of my tight pussy, the other harshly pressed my torso against the cold marble counter, my eyes occasionally glancing up into the mirror to watch him behind me. As he began to inch more and more into me, I had to fight and bury my face against my forearms to prevent myself from screaming in delight. He paused after getting near halfway in me, and started to pull out, I silently screamed for him to keep going, to keep this naughty feeling going on inside of me. As if he could read minds, or just felt how wet I was steadily becoming, he gave a harsh thrust and buried himself inside of me, I moaned as I could feel my inner walls stretching and trying to accomadate the large intruder. I wasn't given very long to adjust as he began to withdraw nearly to the tip and force it back in fully and roughly with a loud smack of his balls against my upper thighs. I gripped tightly against the faucet spout as the savage pounding persisted. As his fucking grew faster and harder, I had to bite down onto my arm to prevent myself from screaming, my pussy felt as if it would never find mercy. His hands constantly switched from one gripping my hip and the other squeezing my breasts, to vice versa. My breathing deepend, I felt like I was going to explode, soon egging him on to go faster as my hips lifted and began to push back against his humps. "Unn Harder, fuck me harder!" Were the only words I managed to produce. A part of my mind told me to have him stop, but the other portion and my hormones were screaming for him to fuck me to tears. I inhaled sharply as my body began to shudder in orgasm, I knew he had to feel my pussy clenching down against his dick cause quickly after I peaked, his cock twitched within me and sputtered jet after jet of his hot cum up inside. My knees were weak and he pulled back, grabbing a hand towel and wiping the mixed fluids off of his dick, throwing me the towel and buttoned up his pants to walk to the door. "You are a good little fuck slut.. The question now is, you think you can handle everyone else here?" With that, he opened the door, my boyfriend was leaning against the far wall, smiling as another guy's head poked in and spoke back to Bob. "My turn?" I knew this was going to be a long, long night, and I hope somebody had brought the lube.

I was fifteen, it was spring break and my mother, grandmother, aunt, and cousin decided we were headed to Europe. The plane ride to Paris sucked, turbulance and whining kids. So after arriving and sleeping off a bit of jetlag, we all went out to see some of the sites. There was a small family resturant down the street from the hotel we were staying at. A nice place, the main thing that stuck in my mind was all the blue tile on the walls and floor. A little while after we began our meal, I decided to go grab a smoke and draw, maybe wander around a little. I am what you would call a considerate smoker and chose to light up outside, being it was daylight my mother figured I couldn't get into too much trouble by wandering. I walked out to the street and settled on the curb a few windows away from the resturant, lit up a cigarette and began to draw. I had managed a few puffs and a couple pencil lines on the paper when I soon found a canine muzzle shoving itself between my legs. I freaked, the already short skirt I was wearing easily pushed up exposing my pussy. I kept it trimmed, bald around the edges with a small strip down the front. Scared about pissing off the large dog, an excitable great dane, I didn't try shoving its head away. rather tryed to straighten my skirt down. The owner of the dog and his group of friends were laughing, talking to each other in French, trying to talk to me and pull the dog away. Me being American and never taking a foreign language, didn't understand a word. However, when I offered a thanks for getting the dog off of me, they smiled, I knew what had to cross every mind, 'American girl, how fun.' The shaggy haired blonde who I guessed to be the dog's owner, looking to be in his early to mid 20's, was the first to speak, "You are an American?" He didn't seem offended, rather mildly amused, I quickly answered yes, and began to collect my things, last thing I needed was trouble. Boy was that what I got and then some. They talked quickly among themselve, the blonde guy asked if I had any cigarettes left. I lied and told them no, however offered to walk to a stand to get more if they wanted. I'd do anything to spend a little more time with them and keeping them happy, even if it was just buying some smokes. We walked a ways, probably passed three dozen smoke stands, however they nor myself seemed to mind. As we passed a street gallery I heard them talking more and more, laughing and pointing to me, something had to be up. We walked towards a small alleyway, more a loading bay, nothing huge but tucked away. I knew something should have gone off in my brain as they seemed to crowd around me the more we all walked. Before I had much of a chance to change my mind, hands grabbed my upperarms, pulling and pushing me further down the alley. The blonde spoke harshly, telling me to stay quiet, that no one would miss a dumb american slut, and since I had been so stupid to follow them so quickly, he knew that whoever I was traveling with wouldn't know where to begin looking. I kept my mouth shut as we finally reached the ending of the alleyway, crates, cardboard boxes, and those packing peanuts all strewn about. I stopped, the hands turning me about and soon more began to roam about my body. There were four guys and the dog that had gotten me into this mess, all seemingly hungry to try a piece of the young american slut. I was forcefully pushed onto the ground and onto my knees, hands pulling me down further onto all fours. The dog needed no command as it quickly began to sniff and lick at my aching and well wet pussy, one of the guys held the dog back as the others pushed at me to face the panting canine. It's cock was already slipping out of the sheath, thick knot following soon after. A harsh command for me to start sucking was all I really needed, moving to the aroused dog I gripped against the thick shaft as my eyes darted from knot to cock and back again. Moving my head down to wrap my lips against the gently pointed tip, the dog lifted a hindleg, and I continued to press the tip between my lips. I swear I had to moan aloud cause as I downed the cock like the little pro I was, the guys around me started again with the name calling, saying that I liked it and how much of a nasty slut I was. Reluctantly I moved my mouth from the dog, settling once more upon all fours, the thick canine cock quickly found its mark and slid into my taunt, wet hole, massive knot pressing against my opening, yet not entering. I would have screamed had I not bitten down against my lip, the dog pounded away quickly against me, paws scratching a little as he gripped and held at me. Soon then invading, rapidly moving cock exploded within my pussy, the feeling alone of that thickness spreading me open and the burst of hot cum, was enough to send me over the edge. I came. Loud and clear, the dog finishing and dismounting from me and began licking my fluids off its dick. Looking back up to the surrounding guys, panting softly, I knew what I was in for, they each had their cocks out, stroking and looking to me, -fuck.- The shaggy blonde was quick to move closer, his cock soon forced into my mouth. I protested at first, however quickly began sucking him like the canine, he was large, 8 inches, but I choked him down as best I could, my pussy starting to gently ache from the recent pounding and in anticipation to the next. The blowjob didn't last very long as he dropped to his knees and violently pushed his length into my slippery, cum filled pussy. I won't lie, I felt so dirty, but it felt so fucking good to know that I would probably get filled by each of them in turn. He began fucking me, hard and fast, his balls slapping against my upper thighs, hand gripped harshly at my hair. I thought I was going to scream so loud everyone on the street would hear and come running, getting a free show. Of course, there were some that walked by, either they didn't care what was going on or chose not to involve themselves. Blondies harsh poundings soon brought a cunt clenching orgasm, I began pushing back to meet with the pumps in attempt to force him in deeper, if only half an inch. As my inner walls rapidly flexed against his cock, he flooded me as well, a few thick streams of cum oozing out of me as he filled me. As he pulled out, a rush of mixed fluids began to leak, which was quickly plugged up by the next. A cock was fed into my mouth while another pounded me from behind, switching for each to have a turn. I was in bliss, even if I was being a dirty little slut, who cares, I got what I wanted and I am sure they did too. After each had finished they walked me partly back, a walk I'll never forget. My sensitive thighs drenched with cum, occasional splatters hitting the ground as more simply trailed down my skin. I knew people were staring since everyone has that 'just fucked' glow to them after a good round of sex, I guess I just beamed. Settling back on the curb, I could only fantasize about the pounding I had gotten and smile, picking up my sketchbook and lighting a cigarette again.

I was looking for a new apartment. They had continued to raise the rent at my current place. In fact it had gone up almost 50% in 2 years. A new owner had purchased the apartment a few months after I had moved in. Although they had made a number of cosmetic “improvements”, painting, carpeting, hallway lighting, etc.; they had done little to truly upgrade or improve the apartments or the buildings. I had done some checking around and narrowed had my choices down to 3. I had already visited 2 of them and had an appointment at the third this afternoon. I arrived a few minutes early. I walked into the office. It was nicely decorated and was very clean. There was a young lady sitting with her back toward me looking for something in a file cabinet. When she turned around I was pleasantly surprised. I recognized her immediately as my high school crush, Jessie. I had had a crush on Jessie since the first time I had seen her during our sophomore year. She was a cheerleader for the football and hockey teams. Unfortunately I was a basketball player, so she never really noticed me and I was too shy to ask her out or even talk to her. During our senior year she was runner-up for homecoming queen. She was extremely popular and I was not. I had only seen her once since high school. At our 5-year reunion I worked up the courage to go and talk to her. She surprised me when we called me by name as I walked up to her. We had a short conversation, just small-talk. She soon was distracted by others and I walked away. On my way home I took off my nametag and wondered if that was how Jessie knew my name and who I was. “Hi Ben. How are you doing?” she asked. “You're here to look at an apartment, correct?” I recovered from my surprise and managed to answer, “Yes!” “It’s good to see you again!” she said. “It’s good to see you again too!” I responded. She grabbed a key and said, “Let’s go see the apartment.” We walked out the door of the office after flipping the sign over to “BE BACK SOON”, then locked the door behind her. We walked across a circle to the building on the other side. We went inside and took the elevator to the 3rd floor. We turned left down the hallway. Whatever scent she was wearing filled the elevator. It smelled wonderful. I followed her noticing her hair. It was brown with blonde streaked highlights. I noticed her body. She was taller than average, maybe 5' 9” or 5' 10”. She had the curves of a woman with a great looking rear end. Her pantsuit fit her well, definitely flattered her figure. She stopped at the second to last apartment in the left side. She unlocked the door and we went in. The apartment was nice, though not much different than the others I had looked at earlier. I walked around. The walls had recently been painted and the carpet looked new. Suddenly Jessie said, “You keep looking around. I have to go next door to my apartment and get something.” Whether she knew it or not she just rented an apartment. It was “my dream come true” to be living next door to Jessie. When she returned she asked, “What do you think?” I pretended to think for awhile then said, “Yes, I am interested.” “Would you like this apartment or one on a different floor?” Jessie asked. “First floor apartments are less expensive.” “This apartment will be fine,” I responded. “Sounds good,” she said, smiling that wonderful smile I remembered from high school. Her face was so beautiful. Her glistening brown eyes, long eyelashes, perfectly shaped nose, full lips, and lightly tanned skin set her apart from almost every woman I had ever seen. She walked toward the door and I followed. I again was mesmerized by her hips and butt. There was a slight bounce, but she was trim and well toned. Soon we were back in the office and I was busty completing the paperwork. I noticed her set down a doll and blanket on the file cabinet behind her desk. My heart sank. She had a child and was probably married or had a man in her life. “What type of work do you do?” she asked in the melodious voice she had. (Can you tell I was still was enamored with her?) “I am a computer programmer for a food wholesaler. I work with procurement, inventory control, and merchandising systems,” I answered. “Do you have a little girl?” I pointed to the doll she had just set down. “Yes. Emily. She is 7 years old. I have a date tonight and she wanted her doll to take to the babysitter’s apartment. One of the residents has a 15 year-old daughter that watches Emily for me after school,” she explained. We had been out of high school only 8 years so she had her daughter soon after we graduated. I wondered who the father was but was afraid to ask her about it. “Do you remember Tony?” Jessie asked. I nodded. Tony was the best wide receiver on the high school football team. Then she just opened up and told me the whole story. “Tony and I dated during the last part of our senior year and then into the Summer. He didn't get any scholarship offers, so he had decided to join the Air Force. On his last night before leaving we had our last date. Things got very emotional and we went all the way. A couple of months later I realized I was pregnant. I wrote to Tony and then he called and I had the hard conversation with him. He wanted me to have an abortion. In other words he didn’t want to be a father or be responsible for a child. That told me all I wanted to know. I told him I was going to have the baby and he did not have to be a father in any way. I sensed the relief in his voice. Soon the call ended and I have not heard from him since. All my future plans changed. College and career were out of the question, at least in the short term. Next I had the hard conversation with my parents. They were disappointed, but very supportive. They agreed that because of Tony's attitude that I didn’t want him in my or my baby’s lives. I lived with my parents for a few years until I got the job here as property manager,” she said and paused. I could see tears in her eyes. I felt so sorry for her. I then noticed a couple of pictures on her desk. One was a picture of a baby. The other was a picture of Jessie and a young girl. Obviously it was her daughter. She was also very cute and looked very much like Jessie. “She is very beautiful,” I said pointing to the picture. “Thank you! I think so too,” she said. I finished the paperwork. She took the paperwork and looked through it. “So there will only be one tenant?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered. “I will get back to you after I get positive responses to your credit and background checks. When would you be looking to move in?” she asked. “My current lease expires at the end of June, so July 1st,” I replied. “I'll start the lease for July 1st, but set the move-in date for Saturday June 28th,” she stated. “Thanks! I hadn't thought about the day of the week,” I said. I thanked her again. We shook hands, the first time I had touched her. Her hand was soft and warm. “I'll get back to you in a couple of days when the reports come back,” Jessie said. I turned to leave. Jessie’s daughter was getting off the school bus in front of the office. Jessie and I walked out together. Emily came running over and gave her mother a huge hug. Emily started talking a mile a minute telling her mom about her day. I waved goodbye, got in my car and left. 3 days later I received a call from Jessie. Everything had come back fine and she asked when I would like to come in to sign the lease. I tried not to sound too excited, but told her I would be there the next day. When I arrived Jessie greeted me with a high smile. When I was about to sign the lease I noticed the lease amount was less than I expected. I asked about the amount. Jessie responded that she had given me the lease rate for a first floor apartment. I thanked her and completed the process. She surprised me by giving a hug before I left. Her hair and perfume smelled so wonderful. A few weeks later I moved in on a Saturday. Emily was in the hallway watching as I was moving in. She was interested in and asked about every box and item as it went into the apartment. At lunch time Jessie came over from the office to get lunch for Emily. “Do you want something for lunch? We are just having some sandwiches and fruit,” Jessie asked me. “Yes, that would be very nice,” I quickly agreed. Jessie’s apartment was the same layout, but was a mirror image of mine. Emily took my hand and led me over to a chair at the table. She was quite the little hostess. She put out the plates, bowls, cups, and silverware. She put a carton of milk and a pitcher of ice water on the table. Jessie finished making the sandwiches as Emily put a bowl of fruit on the table. They both sat down. Emily took half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Jessie nodded to me to take what I wanted. I took half of the ham and cheese, and half of the peanut butter. I wanted to leave Jessie her choice. She took the other half of the ham and cheese, and half of the cheese sandwiches. “Emily doesn’t like ham and cheese sandwiches,” Jessie said. “Yuch!” exclaimed Emily. “She lives on peanut butter and jelly,” Jessie teased. “Please take some fruit.” I spooned a few scoops of the fruit into my bowl and put the bowl of fruit in front of Emily. “I don’t like pineapple either,” Emily said as she carefully selected her desired fruits from the bowl. “Emily you should take at least one piece of pineapple. You'll learn to like it,” Jessie insisted. Emily made a face, bit slowly scooped one piece of pineapple into her bowl. “I’m going to the bathroom. I want to see that pineapple gone when I come back,” Jessie said as she got up from the table. When the bathroom door closed Emily put the pineapple on her spoon, but did not move it toward her mouth. I pushed my bowl closer to Emily’s and pointed at my bowl. Emily slowly lifted her spoon and moved it toward my bowl. She looked at me and I nodded. She put the pineapple in my bowl and giggled. Soon the bathroom door opened. Jessie came out to see both of us enjoying our fruit. As Jessie sat down Emily smiled a mischievous grin at her mom. “Did Emily put the pineapple back in the fruit bowl?” Jessie asked me. “No! She did not put the pineapple back in the fruit bowl,” I answered. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Emily trying to keep a straight face. She took the other half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich and began eating it to help her control her reaction. “I injured my knee playing basketball in college and it hurts to bend down or kneel on the floor. Do you know someone that could help me put stuff away in the lower cabinets and storage areas?” I asked looking at Jessie. “Me! Mommy can I help him? Please!” Emily begged. Jessie looked my way with an “are you sure” expression. I nodded. “Ok Em. Be sure to do what Ben tells you to do and the way he wants it done,” Jessie stated firmly. “Yes, mom! I will!” Emily responded. Jessie looked at the clock and said, “I have to get back to the office. I will be home at 4.” We cleared the table and walked out of the apartment. Emily and I went into my apartment and Jessie continued to the elevator. Emily and I worked on putting things into their place. Emily was a very verbal and intelligent 7 year old. We had a good conversation about many things. About 3:00 she started asking about her mom and I. “Mom said you went to school together,” Emily said. “Yes, high school,” I affirmed. She paused then asked, “Mom said she went to high school with my dad.” I didn’t like where I knew this was heading. She paused again before asking, “Are you my dad?” I answered softly, “No, Emily, I am sorry. I am not your dad.” Emily frowned, her face was crestfallen, and tears appeared in her eyes. “I didn’t think so. Mom would have told me. I have never met my dad,” she said sniffling. “Did you know my dad?” I hesitated and then said, “I may have, if he went to high school with your mom and I.” “I don’t even know his name,” she said still sniffling. I walked over to her and gave her a hug. She stayed motionless for several minutes. “Let’s stop working. Do you want to see my high school yearbook? There are pictures of your mom and pictures of me,” I suggested. She backed up, her eyes brightened, she smiled, looked at me, and nodded. I had just put these on a bookshelf a few minutes ago. I retrieved my yearbooks and we sat down on my sofa. We spent the time up to 4:00 looking at the pictures in the yearbooks. She liked the cheerleader pictures of her mom and the picture of her mom as part of the homecoming court. I had forgotten that Tony, Emily’s dad, was Jessie's partner in the homecoming court. I tried to move off that page, but Emily kept going back to it. “My mom sure is pretty,” Emily stated. “Don’t you think so?” “Yes, I do Emily,” I responded. “It’s almost 4:00. You should go home. You can come back another time.” Just then there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to see Jessie standing there. “Time to come home,” she said to Emily. Emily said, “Bye Mr. Ben. Thank you for letting me help and for showing me the pictures.” “Stop over anytime when your mom says it is okay,” I said. “Thanks for your help.” Jessie smiled and thanked me as she shut the door behind them. I continued to unpack and put things away for almost two hours. I ordered a pizza. A couple minutes later there was a knock on the door. Too soon for the pizza to arrive. I opened the door. Again it was Jessie with a shy, humble expression. She was dressed very nicely. It showed off her shapely figure, without being revealing. “I have a favor to ask,” she said and paused. “I have a date tonight. My babysitter came down sick. Would you possibly be willing to watch Emily?” “Yes, I will,” I agreed. “I just ordered a pizza. Emily can share it with me. When will you be home?” “I should be home around 10. Emily can stay up until I get home,” Jessie said. I left the door open. Soon Emily walked in. “Thank you!” said Jessie as she kissed Emily goodbye. We ate the pizza, played a couple of card games, then sat on the couch and watched some cartoons. A little after nine Emily laid down and put her feet in my lap. In a few minutes she was asleep. I turned to the news. A couple of minutes after 10 there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Jessie opened the door and walked in. She smiled when she saw Emily fast asleep. She came over and gently woke Emily up enough to have her walk next door. “Thank you!” Jessie said as she closed the door behind her. I hadn’t expected to be paid, but somehow I had expected more than a simple thank you. The next day Jessie saw me in the hall and asked if I could watch Emily on Wednesday night. I agreed. Wednesday night came and Jessie and Emily came by at 6:00. They were having a disagreement in the hallway. “I don't want Tom to babysit me. I don’t like Tom,” Emily said loudly. “You and Tom need to spend some time together. You need to get to know each other. We have been dating for awhile and you have only seen and spoken to him twice,” Jessie stated firmly. She smiled at me and apologized. “Have a good night with Mr. Ben,” said Jessie patting Emily on the head before walking to the stairs. Emily went into the apartment. “It’s his fault. He never comes upstairs to get mom. Tom just sits in his car out front. He’s kind of creepy. He looks at me weird. I don’t think he likes me,” Emily stated. “Emily some people are just uncomfortable children, especially if they don’t have kids of their own,” I offered. “You don’t have kids, but you are fun to be around,” Emily countered. “I think mom likes Tom too much.” “What do you want to do?” I asked changing the subject. She suggested card games. We played several games of a couple different card games. Emily played very well for a seven year-old. She didn’t just play cards, she played with strategy. When she got tired of cards she wanted to look at the yearbook pictures again. From the prior time she knew to look at the index in the back to find the pages her mother was on. Then she wanted to see where I was pictured. I wasn’t pictured in as many places as Jessie, but Emily had to see them all. “You played basketball and were good at math,” Emily stated. Basketball was obvious because of the team picture. “How do you know I was good at math,” I asked. “You won a math award and two people wrote that you helped them with their math,” Emily replied matter of factly. “Yes, I am good at math. That is what got me interested in computers,” I said. “Do you have a computer here?” she asked. “I do, but it is a little late to start it up tonight,” I explained. “Oh, ok I guess it is,” she said without any argument or disappointment. Emily yawned several times, then lay down on the couch and was sleeping in a couple of minutes. I watched the news until there was a knock on the door at 9:45. I walked over and opened the door. It was Jessie. Her eyes were red like she had been crying. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “N.nothing,” she said and walked past me toward the couch. “Emily time to go home,” Jessie said. Emily mumbled something. “I guess I am going to have to carry her,” Jessie said with a sad tone. I offered to carry Emily and Jessie quickly agreed. We went next door and I put Emily in her bed. Jessie pulled the sheet and blanket up over Emily. I turned and walked out of the bedroom and headed for the front door. I heard the bedroom door close. “Goodnight,” I said. “C.can you st.stay and t.talk for a few minutes?” Jessie asked stuttering with a sad tone in her voice. “Sure,” I agreed. She sat at the table and I sat to her left. “T.Tom doesn’t like children. He doesn’t want to be around them. He refused to babysit Saturday night. Then unloaded his dislike of children on me. I’m dating with a goal, a long term relationship with the right person. All Tom was looking for is sex. No commitment, especially to a woman with a child. I dumped him and took a cab home. I didn’t want to spend any more time with him,” she said. I didn’t say anything for a while. Finally I said, “It’s his loss. Emily is a great kid and you are a terrific woman.” My words kind of tailed off at the end. I didn’t want her to think I was hitting on her, because of the situation. “What’s going on Saturday night, where you need someone to watch Emily?” I asked. “One of my girlfriends is getting married. Her bachelorette party is Saturday night,” she answered. “I can watch Emily. I promised to show her my computer,” I offered. “Thanks!” she said. “Why can’t I find guys like you to date?” She leaned over and gave me a hug, not letting go for several minutes. I wondered why she didn’t think of me as dating material. Maybe she had been waiting for me to ask her. Again with the current situation I didn’t think now was the right time to ask. Beside up to now she had been dating Tom on a regular, steady basis. “Thanks again!” she said. “Saturday night you had probably better watch Emily over here. I might be pretty late.” She released the hug and sat back in her chair. “Are you all right?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m ok. Break-ups are hard,” she said. “Thanks for listening.” I took that as my signal to get up and leave. I walked to the door and down to my apartment. My thoughts were on when to ask Jessie on a date without her still being on the rebound. Saturday finally came. I had to take some diphenhydramine for my summer allergies. I still hadn't decided what the best timing would be to ask her for a date. But I had decided I was going to start with an activity for both Emily and Jessie in case she wasn’t really interested in me. I took some more diphenhydramine during the day and then again just before 5. I put the bottle of medication in my pants pocket. I was at her door at 5:15. I knocked and Emily opened the door. She smiled a huge smile, “Come in mom is still getting ready.” I walked in and sat on the couch. “Emily, go get a game you want to play,” I requested. Emily happily ran to her bedroom. Soon I heard someone coming from the hallway. I looked up and Jessie was standing there in her bra and panties with a towel over her head drying her hair. I couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous body standing about 12 feet away. Her curves were close to the classic hourglass shape. Her breasts were large, but well proportioned. Her legs were well toned and sleek. I know it was over seven years ago, however you would have never known she had been pregnant. My penis began to instinctively respond to what I was seeing. “Emily, Mr. Ben will be hear soon. I am going to get dressed, so let him in when he knocks,” Jessie said before removing the towel. Emily had walked up to her mother’s side with a game in her hands. Emily was watching me. “Oh, Ben, I didn’t realize that you were here! Sorry!” Jessie apologized now holding the towel in front of her. “Emily you should have told me Ben was here.” Jessie backed down the hallway to her room. Emily smiled and giggled after the bedroom door closed. “How about Monopoly?” Emily asked. I shook my head yes, even though I was surprised at the choice. Emily put the game on the table and started setting it up. I moved to the table. Emily began handing out the money for each of us in the denominations suggested in the game instructions. She had obviously done this before, because she did this from memory. “I am the racecar. What piece do you want?” Emily asked as Jessie walked out now fully dressed. She was gorgeous. Her dress looked like it had been made for her. It wasn’t revealing, but was very sexy. Again I began to get a bulge in my pants. “It looks like you two are ready for a fun evening. I am heading out,” she said as she gave Emily a kiss. “Thanks again, Ben! I am not sure when I will be home.” She left and Emily and I got back to the game. I picked the dog as my piece. My hard-on didn't subside for over an hour. My mind kept going back to what I had seen. Maybe my mind was not on the game or Emily kept getting the rolls of the dice that she needed. She ended up the monopolies on both sides of the “Free Parking” space. She systematically built up to hotels on all six properties. I went bankrupt soon after. Emily had handled the banking duties with ease throughout the game. I was impressed. We had eaten the pizza that I had ordered and was delivered during the game. “Emily, what kind of places do you like to go to or what do you like to do outside?”, I asked. “I liked going to the zoo with my class before school ended,” she said immediately. I knew the zoo she was talking about. Over the years it had been updated. Aside from the animal displays there was a botanical garden, a small amusement park, mini-golf, and a lake with canoes and water bikes. This would be the perfect place to take Jessie and Emily without it seeming like a date. I would ask Jessie if she and Emily would like to go there some Saturday. Emily and I played a few card games after she put Monopoly away. After that we watched some television. She started yawning and I told her to go get dressed for bed. She came back in a few minutes and watched television for a few more minutes. She was yawning again. I looked at her. “I know. Time for bed,” she said giving me a kiss on the cheek and went to her bedroom. I again felt my allergies getting the best of me and took another dose of my medication. The TV droned on. I must have fallen asleep. I woke up sometime later. I was in bed in my underwear. I was covered with a sheet and a light blanket. How had I gotten there? After I opened my eyes and my vision cleared, I realized I was not in my bedroom. I then realized that there was someone else in the bed with me. They were pressed up against my back with an arm around my waist and fingers on my stomach. I turned my head to see Jessie laying in bed behind me. I realized that I must have fallen asleep on the couch after taking the last dose of diphenhydramine for my allergies. But, how had I ended up here? I stretched my legs slowly without moving too much. Jessie’s fingers and hand started moving. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear. I jerked slightly. “Good morning Ben! It's just me, Jessie. I have been waiting for you to wake up. You sure sleep soundly,” Jessie whispered in my ear. “How did I get here?” I asked. “Do you not want to be here?” she said giggling. “That’s definitely not what I said!” I answered quickly. Jessie started explaining, “Last night when I got home I found you sound asleep on the couch. I tried to wake you with no luck. I thought about leaving you there to sleep, but you did not look comfortable. I managed to get you to your feet. I considered taking you to your apartment, but after a couple steps I knew it would probably not be possible. I also didn't want someone to see us in the hallway and start asking questions. With some struggle I got you to my bedroom and had you sitting on the bed. I removed your shirt before you collapsed to your back on the bed. I removed your shoes and then your pants to make you more comfortable. I covered you, then I undressed and got into bed with you.” I was still groggy. It must have been from the allergy medication. Maybe it caught up to me or maybe I took an extra dose without thinking. However, my mind now focused on the fact the Jessie and I were in bed together. I in only my underwear and Jessie was “undressed” whatever that meant. Her free hand was in my underwear and her hand wrapped itself around my manhood. I hadn’t realized how hard I had become until she began slowly pumping up and down my manhood. I moaned softly as she continued with the slow steady pace she began with. For the first time I realized her bare breasts were pressed into my back. Her nipples had noticeably hardened. I reached my free hand back between out bodies. I found her navel. Jessie giggled, “That tickles. I wondered when you were going to actively participate.” I moved lower finding a well trimmed patch of hair. I continued lower. I touched the top of her pussy lips. She let out an “ahhh” as I caressed the outside of the complete length of pussy moving up and down. I felt the heat between her legs increase. Jessie quivered and adjusted her position to give me better access without losing her grip on my rod. I felt her other hand which I thought was trapped under her body moved across my rear end and down my crack. It didn’t stop there. It tried to push between my legs. I bent my leg to allow it to continue on its journey. Her fingertips touched my scrotum. I jerked slightly and let out an “ohhh”. “This is too clumsy. Turn over and face me,” Jessie commanded. I quickly complied. I got to see her bare, wonderful breasts. I stared approvingly and with desire. She gently squeezed my balls, bringing me out of my reverie. “Mmm” exited my lips. I restarted tracing my fingers along her pussy lips. One on each side and one along her slit. My middle finger became moistened from the fluid seeping between her lips. The musky smell quickly reached my nose. I found it entrancing and breathed deeply taking it in. With my middle finger moistened I pushed it between her pussy lips beginning at the bottom I moved it around in small circles making my way up to toward the top. I was slow, deliberate, and methodical. I could tell I was doing something right because of her soft moans and the occasional pause in her attention to my genitals. I was still looking at Jessie’s breasts with a strong desire to get my mouth and tongue on them. I must have licked my lips, because soon her lips pressed into mine. Her lips were full, soft and supple. Her tongue pushed for entry into my mouth. I opened my mouth and our tongues battled for position. My finger made it to her love hole. I pushed it inside her continuing to move it in small circles. When I got up to the second knuckle, Jessie took in a deep breath and then slowly let it out. When I had in inserted to its full length She repeated her deep breath. She had been increasing her pace on my penis as the temperature inside her increased. I hooked my finger and explored inside her. I found that special spot. Jessie jerked and her mouth left mine. “Yes, yes! That is the spot,” she said more loudly than I had expected. “More! More!”. I continued with my finger inside her. I pushed my thumb to the top of her slit and began to rub. Jessie shrieked, but quickly closed her mouth and buried her face in her pillow. Her body shuddered, then stiffened before spasming uncontrollably for some time. She looked at me panting. “I have never had an orgasm during foreplay. That one was intense. Give me a little time to recover,” she managed to get out. “Then I will get back to you.” I rolled on my back. She quickly moved next to me putting her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her. She whispered in my ear, “We have to be careful not to wake Emily. After I couldn’t get you to your apartment last night, I realized I had never paid you for watching Emily.” I started to object but she put her fingers to my mouth. “Shhh,” she said. “This is your payment. At least a partial payment.” Jessie got up on her hands and knees. She began by kissing me on my neck and chest. Her luscious breasts just out reach of my mouth and because of our positions it would have been awkward to reach them with my hands. I just relaxed and concentrated on the feeling of her lips on me. She moved down my stomach and toward my penis. I felt her fingers in my pubic hair, lightly scratching my skin. I tingled as my rod hardened again. Her other hand reached under my ball sack and lifted them cradling them in the palm of her hand. She rolled them around and scratched the loose skin between my balls. My penis was now standing straight up and moving with each heartbeat. Jessie giggled as she watched it bumping against her hand that was still playing with my pubic hair. She then used it to grab the base of my swaying pole, then her lips touched it’s tip. “Oooo” exited my lips. I pushed up against her lips hoping to get into her mouth. She obliged and her lips closed around the head of my penis. Jessie used her tongue on the tip and head. I writhed around on the bed. The wonderful sensation was flooding over me. I again pushed up and she took more of me into her mouth. I could already feel the exquisite pressure building inside me. It had been sometime since I had had sex of any kind. I held off as best I could. Then I reached the back of her mouth as she sucked me in deeper. “I am going to cum soon,” I warned her. She didn’t back off, but became more energized and intense in her efforts. I groaned and exploded into her mouth. She swallowed and continued sucking until the pulsations of my penis subsided. Jessie continued sucking and licking until I began to soften. She laid back in the same place she had been before while we both recovered. “I want you inside me,” Jessie said. I started to move. “Would you use your mouth on my nipples first.” She requested. “You have been looking at them with desire the whole time.” Jessie rolled on her back. I rolled on my side and began to lightly caress her breasts and nipples. They hardened. They became longer than other nipples I had seen. I took the first nipple in my mouth. I kissed and gently sucked on it. I licked the top as I sucked harder and harder. Jessie moaned loader as I sucked harder. I repeated this on her other breast. Jessie responded with continuing moans. I reached down between her legs and quickly found her clitoris. I gently circled it with my finger. Jessie writhed on the bed and started breathing short quick breaths with an occasional deep breath. I moved my mouth down to replace my finger. I licked her clit and then sucked on it just as I had her nipples. Jessie's movement became move intense and she pushed my head tight against her pussy. It felt like steam coming from inside her. I nibbled gently on her clit. She jerked and shrieked. “We need to be quieter,” Jessie said. “P.please come inside me. I want you inside when I climax.” I smiled in amusement. I had been quiet, she was making the louder sounds. I quickly moved between her spreading legs. I positioned myself to enter. Just as I pushed past her pussy lips we heard the toilet flush. Emily was awake. “Keep going. She won’t come in when the door is shut,” Jessie said. Having sex with Jessie is something I had dreamed about since high school. I had jerked off many times thinking of her and picturing her naked body in my mind. Now it was about to happen. I pushed slowly into her pausing occasionally to enjoy the exquisite feeling surging through my body. Her pussy was tighter than I had hoped. When I had fully penetrated her she clamped around me like no woman had done before. I began moving in and out slowly with short strokes. As I lengthened my strokes and increased the speed I got the sound that is made when the suction is right and the body parts mesh together well. “I wondered where the word fuck had come from,” Jessie said. “Now I know.” I continued almost exiting her before pumping back deep inside her. Jessie started moving around under me. I was nearing my climax and increased my speed. Both of us were breathing heavily. Jessie’s eyes were closed and she had started panting. I felt by balls tightening warning of the upcoming explosion. Jessie was making a small grunt each time I injected my rod into her. I groaned and flooded her with my sperm. Jessie arched her back and yelped just before putting her hand over her mouth. I kept pumping for about a minute before I slammed into her and remained there. Jessie shook and shuddered for a little longer before going limp. I rolled off Jessie on to my back. I looked over at Jessie with a big smile on my face. Her eyes were still closed with a contented smile on her face. I moved and kissed her shoulder. She opened her eyes put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me over for a very passionate kiss. “I have a request,” she said with an almost frightened, serious tone. “What do you want to ask?” I responded curiously. “Since I broke up with my boyfriend Tom, I don't have anyone to go to my girlfriend’s wedding with Emily and I on Saturday 2 weeks from now. Would you go with us?” she asked. I was caught off guard, but recovered to answer, “Yes.” “Good, I hate to be single and alone at a wedding. You get hit on by every single guy there,” she explained. “Would you and Emily go with me to the zoo next Saturday?” I asked. “Emily and I would be happy to go. She loves the zoo,” Jessie answered immediately. “Maybe you and I can go out for dinner sometime too.” That’s how my romantic relationship with Jessie started.

I had never been with a woman or really even considered it. To be honest my sexual experiences were limited to just a few drunken one nighters in college. I had never even had an orgasm with a partner, and after those encounters had decided it was just easier to pleasure myself. That is until I met Tiffany. I had never thought I would be attracted to a woman but Tiffany was gorgeous and exuded sexual energy. We met at party thrown by a mutual friend. I was mesmerized the minute she walked in. From her fiery, red hair, porcelain skin, pouty lips, and voluptuous hourglass figure. She turned every head as she walked across the patio in her tight cut-off denim shorts and black tank top. I was at a complete loss for words when she approached me and introduced herself as she poured a drink. I felt very self-conscious of my petite Tom-boy figure as we made small talk. I was a college gymnast and had the typical body-frame that was necessary to excel in that sport, but was not considered “sexy” by societal standards. I am barely five foot tall and my breasts are a meager A cup, but all my years of physical training have resulted in a very tight toned body. To my surprise Tiffany and I hit it off immediately. We had a great deal in common from our love of beach volleyball and musical interests. We became fast friends and started hanging out every week over the next six months. I soon learned that Tiffany was very sexually adventurous as she would tell me about her exploits with both men and women. She was a self proclaimed nympho and unashamed. Her stories often left me turned on and sexually frustrated as I had never had a sexual experience that left me satisfied. I would lay in bed at night and rub my clit as I imagined Tiffany having sex with the partners she had described to me. I imagined Tiffany laying on her back with her long legs in the air as a muscular hunk thrust his big cock into her. I imagined her moaning and crying out as a cute girl licked her pussy and fingered her to orgasm. I imagined her on all fours as a big black man buried his cock in her ass. I imagined everything, but I never imagined myself with Tiffany. Until everything changed one fateful night. We had spent the afternoon on the beach sunning ourselves and playing volleyball with a group of friends before making our way to one of the beach bars. The drinks were going down good that night and before I knew it I was quite drunk and definitely unable to drive home. Tiffany suggested that we share an Uber back to her place and crash there since it was closer. We arrived at her posh one bedroom beach condo and stumbled inside laughing about the days events. Tiffany had barely shut the door behind us before pulling me against her in a crushing embrace and pressed those full pouty lips to mine. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “Toni, I want you so bad right now,” she whispered as she ran her hand under my dress and caressed my thigh. “But...but I’ve never been with a woman,” I managed to stammer as her touch was raising goosebumps on my flesh. She kissed me again softly and pressed her finger to my lips. “Shhh, it’s ok I’ll show you.” That was all the encouragement I needed. I pressed my lips to her’s in a deep kiss, as my hands explored her voluptuous body. I squeezed her firm round ass cheeks as my tongue explored her mouth. She pulled away and pressed me against the wall as she kissed down my neck, her hands lifting the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head leaving me in my tiny string bikini. She continued to kiss her way down my my chest as she rubbed my pussy through the thin fabric. I whimpered as her touch sent electric through me. “Oh, Tiff I’ve wanted you for so long,” I groaned as she sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. “Good, I have so much to show you Toni,” she said with a grin as she took my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. I was in awe of the decadent, opulence of her room. The California king bed was covered in pillows and fabrics of satin and furs. There was a long padded bench at the foot of the bed and the the walls were a soft muted gray. There were French doors leading to a balcony with a view of the ocean. But I didn’t have much time to appreciate it before Tiffany was pushing me to the bed and untying my bikini top. Again she licked and nibbled her way down my neck to my small breasts. She licked and sucked on my nipples until I was panting with need. I untied her top and pulled it off allowing her large firm breasts to bounce free before I rolled her over to her back so I could explore her body. Tiffany had the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. While they were large, they were still perky and firm. They were adorned with quarter sized rosy, pink nipples that were standing erect and begging for my attention. I kissed her as I caressed her breasts, enjoying the feeling of their weight in my hands, I moved my fingers to her nipples and teased and lightly pulled on them eliciting a low moan from her. I lowered by head to her chest and traced one of her nipples with my tongue before gently sucking it into my mouth. My hands continued their exploration down her body, over her taut stomach, down her thighs and back up to stroke across her bikini clad pussy. The entire time I took turns licking and sucking on her nipples till she was moaning and wiggling from my attentions. “Oh for someone who has never been with a woman you are doing amazing,” Tiffany said as she rolled out from under me and swiftly pinned me to the bed on my back, “but let me start and show you what it’s all about Toni.” I was breathless and my heart was pounding with anticipation as she kissed her way down my chest and over my stomach as her hands slid my bikini down my hips. I could feel the wetness between my folds increasing and I was desperate to feel her touch down there. She raised up and pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue pushing between my lips, exploring and teasing. Her other hand snaked down my body and I gasped when her fingers slid between my slick folds and up to my clit. I kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she strummed her thumb over it in rhythmic circles and worked her finger in and out of my folds. Before long I was moving my hips and grinding against her hand and when she brought her mouth back to my breasts I was at the precipice of an orgasm. Tiffany must have sensed my wanton need and abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away from my now drenched pussy. She smiled a devilish grin as she licked her glistening finger. “You taste absolutely delicious,” she cooed as she moved down the bed and kneeled between my trembling thighs. She placed her left hand on top of my mons and used her other to gently spread my slick folds. She began to lay long, slow deliberate licks from the bottom of my lips up to my clit where she would pause for a moment and flick her tongue around the sensitive nub. After a few minutes of this slow teasing I was begging for more. “Oh, Tiff, so good.”, I stammered as I reflexively thrust my hips towards her mouth. She smiled up at me and worked first one then two fingers into my slick hole. I moaned loudly as she curved them upwards and stroked the sensitive mound of flesh along the front wall of my vagina. She continued with her oral assault, now paying more attention to my throbbing clit. My brain was reeling and I was panting as she continued working her fingers in and out. I was climbing the precipice of orgasm again and I wasn’t going to let her stop this time. I grabbed the back of her head and ground my pussy into her face. She then sucked my clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it repeatedly and she thrust her fingers into me faster. “Oh fuck yes, don’t stop!” I moaned and thrust my hips towards her face. She indeed did not stop but continued her efforts until I was writhing underneath her. I felt my orgasm coming, but also an intense pressure in my nether regions and the urge to urinate. My thighs were trembling around her head and I gripped the bedsheets as I panted and moaned in pleasure. “Oh shit!” I screamed as my orgasm exploded and I felt warm, liquid gush out of me. I laid there still moaning and completely wrung out as Tiffany cooed her approval and continued to lap at my sensitive pussy. Finally I couldn’t take anymore and pushed her head away and clamped my thighs shut. She crawled up my body smiling and sensuously licking her lips. “Toni, you never told me you were a squirter!” “I didn’t know I was! Is that what that was, I thought I had peed. Fuck that was amazing!” “Most women can if things are just right,” Tiffany replied as she pulled off her bikini bottoms and laid down next to me. I took this an an invitation to repay the favor. Tiffany looked absolutely gorgeous stretched out on the bed. Her red hair flowing around her, and full, perky breast adorned with rosy nipples. I was nearly trembling with desire when I knelt between her legs and caught first glimpse of her beautiful pussy. She kept her auburn hair trimmed into a small strip and she had a large clit adorning her pronounced pink inner lips. I ran my index finger from her clit down between her lips causing her to moan softly. “Mmm, go on babe. Don’t be shy,” she said with a grin. I lowered my face to her delectable honey pot and began to lick up and down her slit. Her taste was something entirely unique, sweet with a hint of tang to excite my tastebuds. I delved deeper, spreading her lips and flicking my tongue across her engorged clit until she was moaning and running her fingers through my hair. I sucked on her clit and her lips as she began to moan and wiggle her hips under me. I took this as my cue to increase my efforts so I slid two fingers into her warm, wet channel and began to pump then in and out as I lapped up her creamy juices. “Oh god that’s it!” Tiffany exclaimed as she arched her back and pinched her nipples. I murmured my appreciation into her pussy as I stroked the tip of my fingers along the upper wall of her now soaking hole. I sucked her large clit into my mouth and licked my tongue across it until I felt her legs begin to tremble. “Fuck!” She screamed as I was rewarded with her juices squirting into my mouth and down my chin. Tiffany’s body relaxed and she lay there panting as I finished lapping up her creamy juices. “Oh my God, this is amazing! I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all these years,” I said is I crawled up next to her in bed and kissed her full lips. “Oh babe we are just getting started, that is nothing,” Tiffany giggled, as she hopped off the bed and skipped out of the bedroom. I had just caught my breath when she returned a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. She offered me one and I took it and gulped half of it down. Tiffany set he glass on the bedside table and walked to the closet. I watched entranced my the seductive sway of her full hips. She pulled down a basket from the top shelf and set it on the bench at the foot of the bed giving me a mischievous grin. “What’s in there?” I asked as I set my water glass down and crawled down to the foot of the bed. “Oh, just about any kind of toy a girl could ever want,” she replied and held up a hot pink double ended dildo. My curiosity was piqued and I began to rummage through the basket. There was certainly quite a variety. There was a plethora of dildos in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes (some that seemed too large to even use), vibrators, wands, anal plugs, beads, and several different harnesses. “Wow, do you use all of these?”, I asked holding up a very large black dildo. “Oh yes, sometimes it just feels so good to be really stuffed,” she purred in reply. I looked at the enormous dildo in wonder. I couldn’t imagine it fitting anywhere in my body nor less feeling pleasurable. Tiffany must have saw the concern etched across my face. “Don’t worry we will start with something smaller. Now lay back and relax, because I’m going to make you feel so good,” she said with a grin and wiggled the pink jelly dildo. I had never used anything but my fingers to masturbate and was a bit nervous but I reclined on the bed and spread my legs for her. She dipped her head down and gave my pussy several long, slow licks before spreading my puffy outer lips and probing my hole with her tongue. “You have the cutest little, pink hole, Toni. Perfect and tiny just like the rest of you,” she purred as she started to run the head of the dildo over my pussy. She continued to tease my pussy, just barely pressing the head against my hole as she licked and sucked on my clit until I whimpering and grinding against her. “Mmm, you want me to fuck you baby,” Tiffany cooed as I nodded my head enthusiastically. “Oh yes, please stick it in,” I begged. My hole was well lubricated and she met little resistance as she sunk the first several inches inside me. She continued to lick and suck my pussy as she slowly worked the dildo in and out of me. She continued this for several minutes gradual thrusting faster and harder till I was taking over half of the toy in my tight tunnel. I was climbing the precipice to another orgasm when she stopped. “Mmm, I think I need some cock too.” Leaving the cock inside me she flipped around and entwined her legs around my body before sinking the other end of the dildo in her own pussy. She scooted forward till our slick pussies were touching and began to thrust and grind against me. I quickly picked up the rhythm and moved with her. The feeling of our slick pussies sliding against each other and being full of cock was the most erotic sensation. We moaned, gyrated and grinded our way to orgasmic bliss until we were both exhausted and panting. I slept contentedly that night in Tiffany’s oversized bed with her legs wrapped around me. I awoke in the morning feeling slightly ashamed of our drunken tryst. I slipped on my clothes and snuck out of her condo leaving her sleeping peacefully, with her beautiful auburn hair spread out around her. As I walked home in the early light of morning and tried to sort through my jumbled thoughts. I chalked it all up to a drunken experience and tried to bury the feelings and excitement that Tiffany awoke inside of me. I assumed that this would likely be a one time fling, but I could not have been more wrong about what was to come. To be continued.

Amanda Likes Japanese Girls, Part 2 by Vincent The morning sun shone in Amanda's face waking her up. She was disappointed to find her friend had left. She must have gone back to her room. It would have been nice to wake her up with a kiss, but she did feel a tremendous contentment they had shared such a wonderful night together, and hopeful their relationship would continue to grow. Her hand found its way under the blanket to her pussy and she slowly rubbed her fingers between her labia, remembering how she and her little lover had been consumed in passionate sex. She lay back enjoying the sensation, not quite ready to get out of bed. She glanced at the clock, it was past eleven. Her feeling changed to panic. She had missed psych class, and was going to be late for econ, no time for breakfast, no time to wash away the dried residue from their pussies covering her upper thighs and vulva. Amanda jumped out of bed and began to dress: panties, socks, t-shirt, then she remembered. The team was leaving after practice for away games that afternoon. She would be gone for 4 days and wouldn't have time to see Hina before she left. She felt a cringe in her heart and instantly missed the girl. On her way out she knocked on Hina's door to say goodbye, but there was no answer. She thought of telling her coach she was sick and couldn't make the road trip, but instantly dismissed it. She loved to play and the idea of letting down her teammates would break her heart. She would just have to wait to see Hina again. Hina had made it to her classes on time. At the moment Amanda was knocking on her door she was sitting in English composition trying to follow the lecture, but she was terribly distracted thinking about the night before. She felt she had discovered something wonderful about her life, an awakening, a whole new part of being a woman she was excited to explore and enjoy. She felt their love making was so right and so liberating, and she wanted more. She wanted nothing more than to wake up next to her lover and continue their adventure from the night before, but it was late and she had to be in class on time. When Hina woke up Amanda was still sound asleep. She thought she looked so beautiful sleeping, and didn't want to disturb her. She carefully slid out of bed, put on her panties and t-shirt and left the room. As she quietly pulled the door closed she noticed a girl walking down the hall towards the shower. "Did you guys have fun?" she asked as she passed behind her. Hina had no idea how to react and kept still until the girl entered the locker room, then went back to her own room. She didn't dare go into the shower to wash, so she too, spent the day with the remnants of their sex dried on her pussy. After classes Hina stopped by Amanda's room to ask if she wanted to go to the cafeteria for dinner with her, but there was no answer. She stopped by again, late, on her way to the shower, but again there was no answer. She wondered if Amanda was trying to avoid her, and the thought caused her some distress. The next day on her way to class when Hina walked by she saw the word "DYKE" written in large black letters on Amanda's door. She didn't know what it meant, but she had a good idea it was about them and wasn't anything nice. It stayed there for two days, but on the third day it was gone. On the fourth day Amanda got back to her room past midnight. She was exhausted and went straight to sleep. In the cafeteria at breakfast she saw Hina sitting with a group of Japanese students. They were chatting in Japanese and she thought it would be awkward if she went over. She waved and smiled at Hina from across the room; Hina tried hard not to seem too excited at seeing her lover reappear, and gave her friend a little wave. This didn't go unnoticed. Her Japanese friends looked at her and then at Amanda and wondered how they could be friends. Amanda went to class right from the cafeteria and didn't get back to the dorm until after softball practice. It was about 8:30. She went to Hina's room, but she wasn't there, so she ate dinner by herself. It was 10:30 when she went to her room for the second time. "Hello," Amanda said when she opened the door, Hina didn't return the greeting, her face down. "I missed you," Amanda continued. Hina raised her big dark eyes and looked at Amanda "I missed you, too," she said timidly. "Can I come in?" Hina held the door back for Amanda and they both sat down on the bed. "Where did you go?" Hina asked, "I was looking for you." She was about to cry. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I had to go Indiana. We had games at Purdue. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't find you." "I thought you didn't want to see me anymore." "No, no. I thought about you the whole time. I was going crazy, I played so badly." "I'm sorry, it's my fault." "Don't be silly. I'm so happy we're friends." "I thought about you, too. Amanda, when you were gone somebody wrote "DYKE" on your door, but then yesterday it was gone." "Really?" Several questions went through Amanda's mind, "I guess someone else saw it and washed it off." "What does it mean?" Hina asked seriously. "Um, it means a girl that likes girls, but she's kind of masculine, like a man." "But you are not like a man at all, you are so beautiful and feminine." "Hey, you remembered that word. It doesn't matter. Whoever wrote it is just a small minded person." "What do call a girl like me, a small cute girl that likes girls?" "I don't know." "Why don't we make up a word? What do you think about me?" "Well, you are the sweetest, cutest girl I've ever met. Maybe you should be a baby doll lesbian." "I love it. That's my name. Hina means doll in Japanese." The girls smiled at each other with genuine affection. Amanda gently wiped away a tear from the corner of Hina's eye and stroked her long black hair. Eyes locked they moved their lips towards each other, closed their eyes and kissed. They rolled back on the bed and put their arms around each other. They kissed and petted and giggled out of the pure joy of being together again. "Amanda," Hina said, pausing the action, "I want you to do something for me." "Sure, what is it?" "I can't tell you, but I want you to meet me in the shower." "Okay. You can't tell me why?" "It's a surprise. Just meet me there. It's just past 11, can you meet me at 12?" The girls kissed a little longer before Amanda went back to her room. Amanda knew the next half hour would be a torture of anticipation. She tried not to count the seconds by reading her psychology textbook. Her eyes glanced over the words, but the meaning didn't register. After a page and a half she put the book down and gazed out the window of her fifth floor dorm room at the silent campus below. She dozed off for a few minutes and woke up just past the hour. She quickly undressed anticipating sharing her body with her friend, she put on her robe and left her room. She hadn't heard her friend walk past her room, and there was only silence when she entered the locker room, the shower room was dark. Perhaps Hina had fallen asleep she thought. She put her robe in a locker. As she opened the door to the showers she noticed flickering light. She stepped inside and saw the light was coming from three candles placed around the room. Along with the light from the changing room and the green exit sign the shower room was cast in shimmering shadows. Hina was soaking in the bathtub full of bubbles. Amanda approached her and saw she had fallen asleep. She looked so cute with her hair tied back in a ponytail lying across the edge of the tub. She bent down and gently kissed her friend on the lips. Hina opened her eyes and returned the kiss. "I want to wash your body," Hina said. She stood up and took Amanda's hand. She led her into a shower stall. She turned on the water and with a bar of soap and her bare hands began to wash her lover's skin. She rubbed the soap everywhere on Amanda's body, on her shoulders and arms, her neck, stomach and breasts, on her back and over her ass, down her legs and back up her thighs. She gently rubbed the soap over her vagina and used her fingers to reach into all the curves and folds of her vulva. She slid her hand back between Amanda's cheeks and thoroughly washed her asshole, her slippery fingers poked inside. "You are a naughty girl, aren't you?" Amanda said, enjoying the treatment. "I love doing this. I'm getting crazy," Hina said. She wrapped her arms around Amanda's waist and stood on her tip toes. They pressed together sliding their stomachs and hips back and forth against each other. They giggled and kissed, then rinsed away the soap. "I want you to do something for me," Hina said. She looked down and took her pubic hair in her fingers. "I want you to make me an American girl." Amanda knew exactly what she meant. Hina took her by the hand over to the bathtub. She sat down on the edge and handed Amanda a razor. Amanda sat on the floor and took Hina's knees in her hands. She kissed both knees and slowly pushed them apart, she kissed up the inside of her thighs all the way and gave her pussy a long soft kiss. Amanda felt her pubic hair poking her in the nose. "I see how this is going to be a problem," she said. She took the soap and rubbed it all over Hina's mons pubis and vulva. Hina already felt she wanted to come. Amanda pushed her legs wide apart. She started with short easy strokes to get off the bulk of the hair. She tried to wash off the razor, but the thick, stiff hair made a big mess everywhere. With most of the hair gone she rinsed her pussy and reapplied the soap to go after the stubble. She gently stretched the skin and shaved a small area at a time. After each stroke she dipped the blade in cool water. Hina could hardly contain her excitement. Amanda's touch was driving her crazy and she was dying to have her lips on her pussy again. Amanda finished and rinsed away the soap. She thought it looked like the pussy of a chxxx; the darker outer labia completely covered the delicate pink inner lips. Hina looked down to admire her friends work. "That looks good. Thank you," she said, "Can you kiss it now?" Amanda leaned in and put her open mouth around Hina's entire labia. She pressed her tongue into the opening and licked up to the clitoris. Hina gasped as ecstasy electrified her pussy and she felt her whole body tingling. "Oh my god, that feels so good." Amada swirled her tongue inside and all around her friend's vagina, she rolled her tiny clitoris between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. She licked down, tickling her perineum and stuck her tongue into her tiny brown asshole, and her finger deep into her pussy, pushing on her cervix. The sensation was too great for Hina and she started to come uncontrollably. She let out several gasps as waves of joy flowed from her contracting clitoris throughout her body. When she was done the girls smiled at each other, Hina leaned over and kissed her friend deeply on the mouth. As they were kissing they heard a quiet moan behind them. They both turned to the door. Another girl was standing just inside the open door, naked, leaning against the wall, with her fingers inside her own pussy, watching. Having been discovered the girl wanted to flee, but was trapped in place by the tremendous spasms of the orgasm she was experiencing. When it was done the girls stare at each other in silence. "I was trying not to make any noise," the girl said apologetically, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to spy on you. I just came to take a shower and you were there." "No, it's ok, Claire," Amanda said, "You didn't do anything." "You two are amazing," Claire said, "It was just so incredibly hot I had to watch and I had to play with myself. I made myself come so big." "How much did you see?" Amanda asked. "You were almost finished shaving her. Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anybody." "Thanks. I appreciate that." "I saw what they wrote on your door," Claire went on, "I think it's terrible." "Thank you. Do you know who did it?" Hina asked. "No, but me and the RA cleaned it off with nail polish remover." "Thanks. I think we'd better clean up here," Amanda said. The girls gathered up the hair and emptied the tub. They took their things and left Claire in the shower room. "Are you ok?" Amanda asked Hina in the locker room, "Do you want to come back to my room?" "I'm kind of tired. Is it okay if we just sleep?" "Sure. I'll read you a bedtime story." The girls went back to Amanda's room and as soon as they got into bed together they began kissing and touching. "I love my American pussy. Thank you," Hina whispered. "I love your American pussy, too. It's too cute," Amanda felt its smoothness under the blanket. "Are you upset about getting caught?" Hina asked. "No, not at all. I'm sure Claire is cool." "I thought it was exciting." "What do you mean?" "Being watched. It makes me excited thinking about that girl watching us." "Really?! You are a naughty girl." "I want her to watch us having sex again, but I want to know she is watching. Can you ask her to watch us?" "Let me think about it." They fell asleep with their hand on each other's pussy. End of part 2

Should I tell you about my future sister-in-law? Well, her name is JoeAnn, Joe for short. She was living with me and my fiancée (her sister) for a while in our 2 bedroom apartment. Anyway, Susan, my future wife, had gone to the mall, and, Joe and I were watching TV. I was 24, she was 18, and had just been divorced. We were watching something, when she took the remote and turned the channel! I looked surprised, but took the remote and turned it back. She grabbed it out of my hands and turned it again, then put the remote behind her back. Well, not wanting to let this teenager get the better of me, I tried to take it from her. We struggled and play fought. Now, I am in the (bad) habit of not always wearing underwear. I like him to hang free sometimes. Well, this happened to be one of those times. As we fought, I got her down on her back on the floor. I hadn't noticed before now, but she, obvious to me now, didn't always wear a bra. I had never noticed her nipples, but they stood out hard and proud now. I looked at her and saw she had been looking at me. She smiled, but then pretended to be smiling about the fact she had the remote. “Want it?” she asked! I'm wondering now if she meant the remote, or... Anyway, while I pondered that and what I had just seen, she made a quick move and flipped me off her and she got on top of me, and I really mean "me". I don't know how, but she had flipped me on my back and was now grinding her crotch over my now swollen cock but pretending to actually get a better position over me. I fought a bit, but was enjoying it too much. Suddenly, she shuddered and after a brief pause, jumped up in an attempt to get away. She almost did, but I grabbed her ankle and she fell to the floor. I turned on my stomach, making her flip onto her back. She was wearing short loose shorts, something else I hadn't noticed till now. From where I was, I could see right up her legs. As she tried to struggle and get away, I could see that she too didn't always wear underwear! Also, the crotch of her shorts was wet! My crotch was wet too, come to think of it; both inside and out. I crawled up her legs still under the pretense of getting the remote. As I moved up her legs, she raised her hands above her head to keep the remote away from me. As she did this, it pulled her crop top t-shirt up. Not only could I see how hard her nipples were, but I could see the bottom of her size "C" breasts! She was panting now from the energy she was expending. I kept crawling up her legs till I could smell her cunt. I didn't want to be obvious, so I stole a big whiff of her scent, and then continued up. She seemed to get a second wind and started struggling as I moved over her breasts, neither of us noticed that I had pulled the t-shirt over her breasts and her rock-hard nipples were being dragged across my t-shirt. I got right up face-to-face to her. She could feel how excited I was, and raised her hips up a bit and accidentally(?) let her legs open! I kissed her! Then reality hit me! I was kissing my future sister-in-law! I turned beet red and quickly got off her. She made no effort to pull down her top; she just laid there looking at me, well, looking at my shorts. The head of my cock had poked out the bottom. It was still oozing pre-cum. She licked her lips. She parted her legs even more. “Don’t you want it?” she said again moving the remote above her head pretending to be meaning that. “Dam right I do, and I’m going to take it” I said back and got up off the couch, my cock hardening as I said that. She giggled and tried to slide up and away from me but in the process made her shorts slide down a bit. She made no attempt to stop them and kept sliding up the floor as I got closer. I got down on my knees and grabbed the waistband of her shorts. She kept crawling on her back away from me. Her shorts came down exposing her glistening wet pussy. Just a bit of hair, and those hairs were wet with her dew. I pulled at her shorts bringing her legs together and ripped them off her. Her legs instinctively spread even wider now for someone that wanted it. She was breathing hard now. I got up and stood over her. She had backed herself up to the wall and could go no further. I pulled down my shorts exposing my 8”s to her. Precum dripped from it and dripped onto her belly. “NO” she said, “that’s enough playing around” “I agree”, I said, “NO more playing around”. And with that I grabbed her out stretched legs and pulled her away from the wall and at the same time pulling her top up under her armpits. “We can’t do this, my going to be your sister-in-law in a few days”, she pleaded and slowly closed her legs. “Open them”, I demanded “No, we can’t”, she said. With that I got down and pushed her legs apart. Between her legs, I took my cock and rubbed it against her cunt lips and then her clit. She spasmed again and I saw her cum leak out. “It’s too big” she said, but before she could say another word, I drove my cock into her. She put up no resistance and was so wet he slid ¾ of the way in her before stopping. Some unhuman sounds came from her as I felt her tighten around me again. I pulled almost all the way out and then rammed him in all the away. She groaned and squealed and grunted all at the same time. “Noooooooo”, she screamed, but her pussy gave her away. She was enjoying this way too much As I started a fucking rhythm, she started meeting my thrust with thrusts of her own. “IT’S ……………. FUCKING …………..HUGE”, is all she could say. “FUCK me PLEEEEEASE” She was way better than her sister when it came to sex. I banged away at her with my balls slapping her soaked ass cheeks. She was just grunting now with each thrust. She was worn out. I felt my balls tightening. I hammered away at her even harder. “Don’t cum inside me though …………………..I’m ..not… on…the …pill” she was able to utter. “TOO late”, I said as my cum boiled up. I growled loudly and exploded into her. The hot cum splashing against her unprotected uterus making her cum again. Her cunt tightened its grip on my cock as she came and squeezed every last drop of baby juice into her womb. Exhausted, I lay on top of her till my cock softened and slipped out of her. I rolled off her. She was too tired to close her legs. Our cum seeped out and onto the rug. I got up and looked down at her. She looked up and smiled. I was about to put on my shorts when she said “NO” She got up on her knees, her hair a mess, cum leaking out of her pussy and took my cock in her hand and popped it in her mouth. She liked my cock clean and then started licking my balls. “This is what a girl is supposed to do for her guy” she said. Suddenly we heard the car pull up. I quickly pulled on my shorts; my cock half erect after that excellent “cleaning”. She pulled down her t-shirt and got up too. She found her shorts and pulled them up. We went back to the couch, sat at opposite ends and watched TV as if nothing had happened. “Hey you two couch potatoes”, Susan said, “Is that all you are going to go all day is sit and watch tv?” “Did someone spill something on the carpet?” “Oh ya” I said “Joe spilt something. I’ll clean it up” “Ok, you do that” she said. “Joe, come see what I bought for the wedding” and with that took her bags into the bedroom. As Joe walked past me I grabbed her leg. “We have some unfinished business sis” and slid my hand up her leg and into her sopping wet pussy. I rubbed her clit and in seconds she came again. “YES” she smiled and said looking at my hardening cock. “Yes we do sir” More?

The Things We Do at Home - part 4 An Original true story by Starrynight. It took me a while to get all the facts straight for this chapter. Thanks Jessica and Chris. Hope you enjoy. A refreshing numbness made Jessica smile as she woke up in the morning, before even opening her eyes. She was in that brief blissful state, moments before consciousness, but when she opened her eyes, her smile quickly evaporated, and the sickening sensation in her stomach returned. She closed her eyes, praying for sleep to take her back, but it was no use, she would have to start the first day of the rest of her life knowing she had sex with her brother. Chris woke up late, the knot in his stomach from the previous night still there. He wasn't trembling anymore, the initial shock of his acts worn off, but it did little to help his shame and disgust. He refused to leave his room, taking a quick trip to the bathroom only when it became unbearable. Other than that, he stayed in his room, the thought of his act erasing his appetite. As Jessica finally dragged herself out of bed, her mind still running, she told herself there was nothing else to do. She went down to eat, but kept to herself all through the day, staying mostly quiet when she was around her mother and uncle. She was relieved when she didn't run into Chris, and as she came to grab a quick lunch, her mother expressed her worry. A sickening wave shot through Chris as a knock on his door came that afternoon. He was in bed, mindlessly looking at his phone, and grunted an incoherent approval before the door opened. "Chris honey, are you okay?" His mother asked worried and looked at him from the door. "Not feeling too well." He lied and watched her as she stepped over. She took a seat on the bed next to him, and Chris could smell the scent of her perfume as she put the back of her hand on his forehead. "Oh dear." His mother said worried, and Chris found himself glancing at her cleavage. "I don’t think you have a fever." She said sounding relieved and Chris turned his head away, disgusted with himself. "I'll be fine mom; I just need some rest." He said weakly. "Do you want me to bring you anything to eat?" she asked, and Chris shook his head. She gave him another studying look, placed her hand tenderly on his shoulder, then left. Chris rubbed his eyes, cursing, and pulled the covers on, hoping to fall asleep. "Is Chris alright?" Shawn asked around the dinner table, when it was just his sister, niece, and him. "He's not feeling well." Laura said and looked over at her daughter. "Are you feeling alright honey? You've been awfully quiet today." She asked. "I'm fine mom, just a little tired maybe." Jessica lied and took a few more bites of dinner. She heard her mother and uncle talk, their voices drowning out, and kept thinking about her brother. Laying alone in bed, with nothing better to do, Jessica sought out refuge by reading erotica. She wasn't particularly horny, but she needed the distraction. She started going over sex stories and was hit with a pang of disgust every time there was an incest story about brother and sister. Thinking back to all the incest stories she read, she realized there was no way that any of them were real, even the ones that claimed so. She went over the disgustingly hot tales portrayed there and found herself thinking what people would say about her own life, her own story. Jessica settled on a more romantic, boy meets girl, story. It was sweet and tender, like young love can be, and as the story progressed, got more intense. She thought about her awkward first time as the story described the couple losing their virginity to each other. It was a long story, and by the time she was done, it was already late, and she was tired. The following day, after Jessica finished eating breakfast, and as she was climbing up the stairs, she glimpsed her brother entering the bathroom. Her eyes caught his just as he got to the door, and he had a shameful expression as he quickly vanished inside. Jessica sighed to herself, a flush creeping to her face, and entered her room, wondering what she could do. Chris's shame, though somewhat lesser, was still burning inside him on the second day. It was two days since his sister and he did the unthinkable, and it still made his stomach churn. Yesterday, he didn't leave his room unless he absolutely had to, and he had gone down to grab something to eat only when it was late. Today, he knew he had to eat, and waited until his sister was back in her room before he climbed down the stairs. "Are you feeling better sweetie?" Laura asked her son as he walked into the kitchen. "Yeah, a little better." Chris said in a hoarse voice and made for the fridge. "Good, I'm glad." Laura said with a sympathetic smile and studied her son as he made himself breakfast. They sat in silence around the table as Chris ate, Laura going over some old newspaper recipe clippings. She looked up occasionally, studying her son, but said nothing, only glad that he was feeling better. Jessica finally built up the nerve and went back to reading incest stories. She still could not bring herself to read brother and sister stories, but she did find that her libido was back to itself as she read a story about two cousins having sex. She played with herself, touched and fingered, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as her first orgasm hit her, making her toes curl under the covers. Chris knew he would have to face his sister eventually and decided it was better to do it sooner than later. His heart raced and his face flushed as he climbed down the stairs for dinner that evening. His sister was already sitting at the table, and the knot in his stomach tightened as she looked up at him. "Feeling better champ?" Uncle Shawn asked as his nephew took a seat. "A little." Chris croaked and looked at his sister from the edge of his vision. He talked little, but ate quite a bit, realizing that he barely ate anything over the past day. He nodded his approval once or twice, grunted it a third time, and quickly made his way up to his room when they were finished. Jessica was nervous as she stood outside her brother's room later that night. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a size too big, and loose yoga shorts. She took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. She waited for an answer, but nothing came so she took a deep breath and knocked again, a little louder. "Yeah." Chris squeaked nervously as someone knocked on his door. He put down his phone and watched the door opening. When he saw his sister standing there, a small wave of nausea hit him. "Jess, please go." He said in a weak, tired voice. "I have to show you something." Jessica said in a small apologetic voice. Her entire demeanor was humbled, remorseful, a little shy even. "Don't, just go, please." Chris said, barely able to look at her. "I think it might help you feel a little better about…about…what happened…." She said. "I don't think there is anything that could help me feel better, unless you have some drugs." Chris said, not sounding like he was joking. "It'll just take a sec, then I'll leave. I promise." Jessica said earnestly. "Fine, what is it?" Chris snapped, knowing that he would be rid of his sister faster that way. "Give me your phone." Jessica said. Her brother looked at her surprised but unlocked it and handed it to her, nonetheless. He watched her look at the screen, typing away, then handed it back to him. "What the hell is this?" Chris asked alarmed and confused. "It's an erotic stories site. Try reading some of the stories on it." Jessica said, blushing. "What? Why would I do that?" Chris asked, still puzzled. "I know it might sound weird but just try reading a few stories, make sure to look at the top-rated ones." She said. "How will that help?" Chris asked, looking up at his sister, the image of her moaning naked body under his suddenly flashing through his mind. "I can’t say for sure that it will but try." Jessica said hopeful. She gave her brother a final look, then turned around and left as fast as she could. She felt nervous tears fill her eyes as she closed her own bedroom door behind her, breathing heavily. It had been two days, but she still could not accept it happened, could not believe she did that with her own little brother. Chris stared at his phone speechless for a few more minutes after his sister left his room. He didn't understand any of it and blinked down at the screen. His entire body tensed, and upon noticing it, he tried to relax, exhaling in slow breaths. He didn't understand why his sister brought up a sex stories site on his phone and hadn't the slightest idea why she thought it would help. He sat there staring, until the initial shock wore off, then out of curiosity, started scrolling down. As Chris looked over the titles of the stories, he didn't see what the big deal was. He never entered a site like this before, but looking at the latest published stories, everything looked disgustingly expectable. He brought his right hand up and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger, then looked back at his phone and clicked on the top-rated stories section. Chris raised an eyebrow as he read the first title, the highest rated story. He was also surprised as he went over the second title, and after seeing the third, fourth and fifth titles, his eyes went wide. "WTF!" he mouthed to himself as he continued going down the list, shocked. He could not believe it and looked at the number of views next to a random story, then scrolled back up, shocked. In the top-rated stories section of the site, the stories were all about incest. Out of what Chris assumed were thousands of stories, maybe even more, the ones people considered the best were incest stories, with millions of reads. Chris could not believe it as he scrolled down the list a second time, reading the short summaries under each one. There were stories of cousins having sex, of mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, and so many more combinations. He felt a pang of uneasiness every time he saw a story about brother and sister, feeling of disgust along with a barely unnoticeable sliver of arousal. They were all popular, every disgusting incestuous combination possible, but brother and sister, was right there at the top. Chris put down the phone, his head spinning as he processed what he was seeing. He found himself wondering if some of the stories could be real, and quickly picked up the phone. He scanned the titles again, and his heart skipped a beat every time he saw "true story" written next to one of the titles. He told himself he was not going to read any of them, that they were all disgusting, but in the end he couldn't resist. He clicked on a highly rated story about father and daughter and started reading. The next day, Jessica was surprised to see her brother around the table, joining her for a late breakfast. It was just the two of them, and they barely exchanged two words, but Chris seemed much more composed then he had the day before. She wondered if he read any of the stories, and if they affected him the way she hoped, but was too embarrassed to ask him about it. Disgusting thoughts ran through Chris's mind as he read story after story of taboo acts. It was clear most of them weren't real, it was easy to tell who was writing from experience, but even the fictional ones got to him. He read stories about cousins hooking up, fathers screwing daughters and mothers fucking sons. In many of the fictional stories Chris thought he could spot a longing in one of the characters. A nephew with an unrealistic crush on his aunt, a father fantasizing about his hot daughter, or a virgin son spying on his mother. The stories were getting him incredibly aroused and he found himself stroking his cock without even noticing. That night, Jessica was laying on her bed texting her friends and boyfriend. Her boyfriend was being nasty again, and after texting for a few minutes he asked for her to send him a sexy picture. Jessica knew she shouldn’t, but she was bored, and the thought of it excited her. It was a warm night, the open window letting in a gentle breeze, and Jessica smiled to herself as she pulled her t-shirt and shorts off. She was wearing red cotton panties and a blue bra, and enjoyed the warm air caressing her bare skin as she laid back down. She looked down at her boyfriend's lewd text request and opened the camera on her phone. A sneaky smile spread across her face as she lowered the camera until it caught her body from her neck down. She studied herself in the screen, then slid her free hand down her chest. She hooked her free index finger into the cup of her bra, and before she would regret it, pulled it down and snapped a picture. Jessica smiled to herself shyly as she looked at her picture on the phone. She looked so sexy, her right tit exposed, and her nipple looking so cute. She gave it another thought, thinking maybe she shouldn't, then clicked send quickly, giggling to herself. She waited for her boyfriend to text back, but after not receiving a response for a few seconds, she resumed texting one of her friends. When her boyfriend finally texted back, she quickly turned back to their conversation, curious. "Oh god!" Jessica giggled in amusement, shaking her head as she opened the picture her boyfriend sent her. It was a close-up of his hard dick, his hand around his shaft. It was covered in cum, running down his shaft, on his fingers, and splattered around the base. 'You’re so nasty.' Jess texted him with devil emojy and didn’t admit to herself that it turned her on. 'Miss you babe.' Her boyfriend wrote. 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard when this all ends.' He added. Jessica looked down at his text a little disgusted. She wasn't surprised by what he wrote, but it made her wonder, yet again, if she should end things with him. After going through some social media, Jessica couldn't resist a good sexy story. She entered an erotica site and browsed until deciding on a story. It was about a guy having sex with his stepmother and stepsister, and she lapped it up, finishing it forty minutes later. The warm night and the hot story were making Jessica hot and sweaty, and she needed a drink of water. She reached for the water bottle on her nightstand and was frustrated to find it empty. She sighed, sitting up, and took a deep breath. Jessica was still just in bra and panties as she got to her feet. It was late, she was getting tired, and she needed a drink of water. She stared down at her shirt and pants, feeling too lazy to pick them up, and decided to go down dressed like she was, figuring it was late enough. Jessica quietly opened her door, her water bottle in hand and looked at her brother's door. Light was seeping from the crack under the door, and she wondered what he was doing as she turned to go. The wooden stairs creaked under her bare feet as she slowly descended, one hand on the railing. She cringed with each step, feeling nervous, as the quiet creaks thundered in the dead silence of the night. She exhaled in relief when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen. The sound of the running water, bubbling as they poured into Jessica's water bottle, filled the still night. Jessica did not bother turning the lights on, and jumped, freighted when everything went bright. "Oh sorry." Shawn mumbled as his niece squeaked in surprise when he entered the kitchen. The light blinded him for a moment, but a flush crept up on him as soon as his vision adjusted. "Oh my god, uncle Shawn!" Jessica said in a high-pitched voice as she turned around surprised. "What are you doing here?" she asked, staring at her uncle. "Same as you are…I guess." Shawn mumbled as he looked at his barely clothed niece. They were both scarcely dressed as they looked at each other awkwardly. Jessica was wearing only bra and panties, and Shawn could not look away from her perfect teenage body. He studied her long smooth legs, her flat stomach, the curve of her hips and the shape of her cupped breasts. She was his sister's daughter, but she grew up into such a sexy little minx, and he was quickly getting excited. Jessica returned his gaze, looking at her uncle as he stood in front of her in just a pair of loose grey boxers and nothing else. She looked over his smooth chest, down his stomach and over his sexy abs. She could see his package clearly outlined in his boxers, and quickly turned around blushing. "Sorry, I didn't think anybody would be up this late." Jessica said, blushing. She turned back to fill her bottle and folded one arm across her chest. "Yeah, me neither." Chris said as he scratched the back of his head guiltily. He tried to shift his boxers, to make his semi-erect penis less noticeable, and couldn't look away from Jessica's young ass, looking so good in the panties. They stared at each other awkwardly as Jessica filled her water while her uncle grabbed a glass. When she was done, she moved aside, screwing on the cap while Shawn poured himself some water. They exchanged an awkward goodnight, then walked back to their rooms. Shawn was unable to resist a final glance at his niece's sexy behind, swaying seductively as she climbed the stairs and he turned around casually, biting his lower lip. He thought she didn't notice, but she did. Jessica reached her room flustered, embarrassed by the encounter with her uncle. It wasn't the first time he saw her in her bra and panties since he came to stay with them, but with him wearing only boxers, it was awkward. Jessica found herself thinking back to a story she read, about uncle having sex with his niece, and instead of the thought disgusting her, it might have turned her on, making her blush. She picked up her phone and started looking for a sex story about uncle and niece to read before going to sleep. The same world of sexual stories that Jessica had come to enjoy was now open to her brother. He entered it timidly, dipping his toes in, but it didn’t take long for him to dive in. He was shocked and disgusted as he discovered how many people enjoyed tales about incest, but also turned on. The night his sister introduced him to it, he started reading. At first it was mostly stepfamily, but with every story he would read something a little nastier. He continued to stories about fathers and daughter, then mothers and sons, trying his best not to think about his own mother, and only after a full day of reading, did he read his first brother sister story. It was incredible for Chris, as he read, to think how screwed-up people were. He was amazed that so many fathers imagined having sex with their daughters, sons wanted their mothers, and brothers and sisters fantasized about each other. His mind kept wandering, thinking about Jessica as he read the first brother sister story, and when he finished it hit him that he was one of those screwed-up people. He was even worse because he didn't fantasize about having sex with his sister, he actually did it. By the end of the third day of reading, Chris's mind was in turmoil. He had just finished reading a story about two brothers fucking their sister, and his dick was throbbing in his pants. His mind naturally went to Jessica and what they did, and he noticed the thought didn't sicken him as much as it did the previous times. Suddenly, the question she asked him the other night, made much more sense. After reading all those stories, he couldn’t help but wonder the exact same thing. Jessica woke up the next morning with a naughty smile on her face. She threw on a light tube top and some yoga shorts and washed up before going downstairs. Her mother was in the living room organizing old albums, and Jessica bid her good morning as she fixed herself a light breakfast. "Morning." Chris mumbled as he joined her around the table a few minutes later. He was wearing a white t-shirt, shorts, and looked sleepy. He yawned as he grabbed a plate and some toast and joined his sister around the table. They talked a little as they ate breakfast together, more than they have for the past days, then returned to their rooms to another day of quarantine. Chris was in his room reading, deep into one of the stories. It was a story about a family living on a remote farm where the parents decided to take each of their children's virginities once they turned eighteen. It was a disgusting concept when he first read it, mother taking her sons' virginities and father taking his daughters', but as soon as he started reading it, it was so hot, he could not stop. He was already on the fourth chapter, reading with one hand in his pants, stroking his hardon. A frustrated groan escaped Chris's lips as his excitement got the better of him. He did not mean for it to happen, but the story was so hot, he stroked himself over the edge. He sensed it was too late to stop, the blissful pleasure hitting him, and continued stroking. He awkwardly tried to pull his shorts down with his free hand, leaving just his boxers on, and grunted as he started cumming. He whimpered with pleasure, still lost in the incestuous world of the story, and looked down at his boxers as he filled them with sperm. The warm batter shot out, staining the fabric, covering his hand, crotch and cock. Chris continued stroking himself, the pleasure too great to feel disgust until it was all over. Chris shook his head, looking down at the mess he made, and was mad at himself for his lack of self-control. He was glad that at least he managed to pull his shorts down in time, keeping them from getting stained with cum, but was still frustrated about his boxers. He pulled them down, grabbed a handful of tissues, and wiped his hand and crotch. He cursed silently as he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and put them on, pulling on his shorts, then went back to read the rest of the story. The music was blasting into Jessica's ears while she relaxed on her bed listening to it. She did not hear the knocking on her door and jumped when she opened her eyes to see her brother standing in the doorway staring at her. She paused the music and removed the earphones before sitting up. "Sorry, I knocked." Chris said as he looked at Jessica nervously. "That's okay." Jessica said, looking at her younger brother unsure. "Did you want something?" she asked. "Yeah, can we talk?" Chris said quietly and took a step in. "Um…okay." Jessica said surprised. It was early evening and her mother and uncle were downstairs, wide awake. "Is it about…you know?" she asked quietly. "Uh hu." Chris said nodding and entered her room, closing the door behind him. "I started reading the…stories you told me to, and I really have to talk to you about it." Chris said, taking a step closer to his sister. "Okay, but let's try and keep our voices down. I wouldn't want mom or uncle Shawn overhearing us." Jessica said in a hushed tone and gestured her brother to the chair next to her. "So, what did you think?" Jessica asked, whispering, studying her brother. "At first I couldn’t believe it. I mean, it's crazy…all those stories…about…you know…" Chris whispered back. "I know," Jess said "I was shocked too at first." She added. "Do you think any are really true?" "I think most aren't but some for sure are." Chris said confidently. "Can you believe how many of them there are? How many people read them? I never thought so many people thought or…fantasized, about doing stuff like that." "Yeah, It's crazy." Jessica admitted, glad to be able to talk to her brother about this, especially after what happened. "Did it make you…um…feel any different about… what we did?" Jessica asked her brother nervously. "Ye..yeah…may…maybe…I don't know." Chris mumbled, turning red. "What we did was really fucked up, and I thought we were really fucked up for doing it, but now, seeing so many stories about people who want to do it, and some even doing it for real…I don't know what I feel." Chris said in a hushed tone, the frustration clear from his voice. "I do get why you asked me that question though." Chris added after a pause. "What question?" Jessica asked, not understanding what he was referring to. "The other night, before we…you asked me if I thought incest was really that bad." Chris said and Jessica nodded. "I was really surprised and like…disgusted when you asked me, not sure how you could even think it, but now, I get why you did." Chris said nervously. "And…do you still think it's that bad?" Jessica asked, her voice weak and small. "I really don't know." Chris admitted, looking deep into her eyes. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments, like they were trying to read each other's minds. "Are we good now?" Jessica finally asked, almost afraid of the answer. "Yeah, I guess we are. At least as good as we can ever be after doing what we did." He answered her. She smiled at him, relieved, and Chris smiled back at her. They both kept staring at each other, not knowing what more to say. Finally, Chris got to his feet, gave his sister an understanding nod and left, feeling strangely at ease but also confused. Around the dinner table, Chris and Jessica talked cheerfully, to each other and to their mother and uncle, like nothing ever happened between them. They teased each other, like siblings do, and climbed the stairs back to their rooms together. Chris was eager to get back to reading the next chapter in the series from earlier. He made a mental note to keep himself in check this time and climbed into bed with his phone. He moved to the next chapter, a strange excitement taking hold of him, and his penis already began to harden as he read the first words. Jessica took a quick shower after dinner and walked back to her room, a small towel wrapped around her hair and another one around her body. She sat down at the edge of her bed, drying her hair, then hung the small towel on the chair. She rose to her feet, running her fingers through her moist hair and released the towel, hanging it on the chair. Her nipples hardened as the warm air kissed her naked body, sending a shiver down her spine, and she walked over to her large mirror. A sensual heat ran through her body as she looked at her naked image, the sight turning her on. She studied her bare breasts, pinching her hard nipples as she let out a little squeak. She slid her fingers down her body, the feel of her naked flesh exciting her, and ran her hand over her prickly mound. She turned around, studying her round butt, and spread her cheeks, the sight of her pink pussy from behind delicious. She rose to the tip of her toes, making her butt stick out more, and smiled before managing to pry her hands away. She grabbed a loose pink cropped t-shirt and put it on, not bothering with a bra, then slipped into a black thong, and loose grey boy shorts. Jessica jumped into bed, a naughty smile on her face, and grabbed her phone. She was extremely horny and was eager to rub one out while reading another sexy story. She pulled the covers up to her waist, pulled the shorts down to her knees, and started looking for a story to read, the wetness already growing between her legs. A story about two cousins fucking at their family reunion put Jessica in the mood. She pulled her panties to the side and caressed her slit as she read the story. It wasn't very long, and Jessica immediately continued to another story. This one was a longer story about a mother offering her body to her two sons. It was tender yet hot, and so very believable, Jessica quickly had a finger up her twat. She fingered herself as she read how the two sons double penetrated their mother, and she had an orgasm with that disgustingly erotic image in her mind. Jessica finished the second story flushed, the effect of the orgasm still lingering. She took a deep breath, squinting her eyes back into focus, then returned to her phone, looking for another story to read. She finally clicked on an old top-rated, brother-sister story with over a million reads. It was a slow-paced story, written very vividly, and Jessica enjoyed how it slowly built up. She read, teasing her pussy, as brother and sister's normal sibling quarrels turned into something more. She discovered how sister felt and what she thought the first time she saw her brother naked, by accident, and what brother felt when he saw his sister naked for the first time, and not by accident. She played with herself as she read how they crossed the lines of socially acceptable, seeing and touching each other while on vacation, stuck sharing a bed. She caressed herself as she read how the following night, sister and brother orally pleasured one another on the same bed, going even further, and finally, Jessica fingered herself as she read of their incestuous first time, the night they returned home. Jessica was pretty sure it wasn't a true story, it seemed too perfect to be real. Their first-time having sex was so hot and sensual, the two passionately going at it, and Jessica knew, from experience, it was very unlikely. Still, the story was a huge turn on, and Jessica could clearly see it in her mind. Her arousal was growing as the siblings in the story were breaking the ultimate taboo, ravishing each other's bodies shamelessly until they were done, and Jessica's own pussy was left dripping wet. Chris's bedroom door opened without a knock, making him jump. He was shirtless on the bed, one hand holding his phone while the other groped his shaft, and looked up, surprised to see his sister standing there. They looked at each other in silence for a moment, neither one saying a word, then Jessica stepped into her brother's room and closed the door behind her. Jessica looked at her brother, noting the hard shaft in his shorts, and studied him. She tried to read him as he stared at her surprised, then, with her body almost moving on its own, she began taking her clothes off. Her entire body was warm, her heart beating loudly in her chest, and nervous butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She pulled her shirt off, standing upright as she brought it over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was not wearing a bra and her brother's eyes instantly moved to her breasts, her bright red nipples like two small pebbles. She took a deep breath, her nervousness growing along with her arousal, and pulled her loose boy shorts down, stepping out of them. She waited for her brother to say something, but he just watched her, speechless, and after another deep breath, she pulled her black thong off, exposing her sexy pink pussy to her brother, her vulva covered with a thin layer of dark stubble. "Jess, what…?" Chris croaked, his heart racing and his cock throbbing, as his very naked sister closed the distance in a few confident steps. She climbed onto the bed, staring into his eyes, then down at his bulging shorts. "It's okay." Jessica said in a deep soothing voice as she slipped her hands into the waistband of her brother's shorts. She started pulling, not saying a word, and on que, Chris lifted himself. Jessica's body was possessed with arousal as her brother's shorts and underwear slid down at the tip of her fingers. In seconds, his erect dick sprung out, and she stared at it with a mixture of desire and fear, pulling his pants the rest of the way down. "Jess, we can't." Chris whispered, confused, scared, horny, as his sister climbed next to him and pushed him to his back, making him lay down. "Oh god!" he moaned as she grasped his rigid manhood, her hands soft and warm. He watched, almost trembling, as his sister carefully ran her hand up and down his cock. He wanted to say something but was too caught up in looking at his sister, studying her naked body, and stared in shock as she leaned down. He watched her eyes move up to his, a rebellious gleam in them, and watched her lips part as she lowered them onto his penis. Her brother's thick shaft entering her mouth almost made Jessica cum on the spot, and her pussy tingled as she closed her lips around it, just below the head, and pulled them off slowly. She squeezed his penis, feeling it pulse in her hand, then stuck her tongue out and licked the head. She wanted to look up at her brother, but was too afraid of what he would say, afraid he would stop her, so she leaned back down and took him in her mouth, deeper. Chris moaned as watched his older sister giving him a blowjob. It was disgusting and wrong, he was told so his entire life, but it felt so good. He was frozen as the pleasure grew, her full red lips hugging his shaft so sensually, feeling amazing as she slid them along. He listened to the sounds she made as she sucked him, almost as disgusting as what they were doing, and even hotter. He watched, unable to move as she continued blowing him, then suddenly pulled her mouth off and straightened on the bed, looking at him. "Jess, we can't." Chris said as his sister flung her leg over his body, straddling him. Speaking those words seamed to cause Chris pain, and he watched his sister as she sat down on his legs. He watched her as she grabbed his throbbing shaft, pressed it flat into his stomach, then slid her body up and sat down on it, pressing her warm slick pussy onto his cock. "Why not?" Jessica asked her brother, an innocent, begging look on her face. She placed her palms on her brother's chest, and started to slowly move, grinding her pussy along her brother's dick. "It's not like we haven’t done it before." She added with a naughty smile and easily pulled herself along his length, making her brother moan. She angled her hips, pressing her protruding clit to her brother's erection and continued grinding, rubbing her clit along his shaft. She closed her eyes, letting out a sexy little moan, then opened them and looked down at her brother, the desire for him to be inside her stronger than she ever thought possible. Chris stifled his moans, his entire body in a state of excited arousal. He looked up at his sister's hot body, her wet pussy sliding along his cock, lubricating it, and the feeling was amazing. He stared up at her gorgeous breasts, and realized she was right. It would not be their first time, and even if he put a stop to this now, he could not change the past, and would still live with the burden of knowing he had sex with his sister. All the stories he read over the past few days started mixing with everything that happened between them, and at that point he understood he wanted it, he wanted this to happen with his sister just as much as she did. "Do you have a condom?" Jessica asked in a sweet voice, still grinding on his cock. "Yeah, over there, in the nightstand." Chris said pointing, his voice hoarse. Jessica climbed off him and reached for the nightstand. She opened the drawer, rummaging inside, and pulled out the shiny wrapper. She sat on her brother's lap, his cock almost touching her pubic mound and fumbled with it until she tore it open. She held the rolled-up rubber between her thumb and index finger, gave her brother's dick a few quick tugs, then placed it at the top and gently rolled it down his shaft. Jessica and Chris looked at each other, their naked bodies burning with arousal. Jessica held her brother's shaft in her hand and raised herself to it. She let out a little moan as her dripping pussy hovered over it and she slid the rubbery tip along her slit. Brother and sister's lust for one another at that point was stronger than anything they could imagine, and with their gazes locked, Jessica positioned her brother at her opening, and slowly impaled her wet vagina on his hard penis. "Oh fuck!" Chris moaned as he watched his sister sliding her pussy down his cock. He watched incredulous, as his cock parted his sister's labia, exposing her pink interior, and stretched it as she inched him into her. "Fuck you’re tight." Chris let out between clenched teeth, his sister's forbidden hole snugly closing around his shaft. He watched her sliding down, the tightness intensifying with each passing moment, until he was all the way inside her. He watched her as she placed her hands on his chest, still not able to believe his penis was inside his sister's forbidden hole, again, then started rocking her hips. "Fuck Chris, this feels so good." Jessica said pouting as she began riding her brother cock. She could feel it pulsing inside of her, filling her up so well, and closed her eyes. She rolled her hips along her brother's dick, making it rub along her insides in delight and moaned from the growing pleasure. Shen leaned into him, opened her eyes, stared straight down at her brother, and pressed their merging bodies tightly together. Jessica was so turned on by the thought that it was her brother's manhood inside her, her body unbelievably hot. She groaned, pressing her begging clit into her brother pubic bone, then let out a slow breath as a tremble of pleasure went through her body. The weight of her naked body on top of his, the warmth of her skin touching him, her adorable moans, and her pussy around his dick. It was all his sister, Chris knew, but instead of denying it like their previous encounter, he embraced it. A shiver ran down his spine as he had to tell himself again that it was his own sister on top of him, riding him, her tight snatch around his dick. He looked up from her pink pussy, running his eyes along her stomach, her abs rippling as she moved. He looked up at his sister's tits, bouncing right above him, her nipples hard. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her bubbly butt and squeezed her orbs. They both gasped as she leaned down even more, her swaying breasts nearly smothering him, and he dug his fingers into her luscious ass. "Oh my god!" Jessica whimpered as her brother started kneading her ass. She pressed her clit into him, his stick still deep inside her, and looked down at him. She slid herself up his body, his shaft pulling out, then pressed herself back onto it, sliding his cock back in and shoving her clit into him. She let out a whining moan, her teeth clenched, and repeated the motion, slapping her body onto her brother's shaft as her face contorted in pleasure. "Mmm…fuck!" she called out, her entire body tensing, then groaned as Chris plunged his dick into her. Jessica let out a shaking groan as her body erupted in pleasure. She pressed her legs into her brother's sides, clutching him as her body began to shudder. She closed her eyes, grimacing as the first wave of pleasure took her, then stifled a deep grunt as it engulfed her entire body. Her thighs began trembling as the second wave hit her, an agonizing torrent of pleasure starting at her core and shooting to every corner of her body. She slid her body up again, pulling half of his shaft out, then pressed her pussy down hard, trying to take him as deep as she could. She moaned as her body shivered with bliss, her pussy convulsing around the thick shaft. It felt so good, cumming on a man's cock after so long, and the fact that it was her brother's cock did nothing to diminish the pleasure. Chris watched aghast as his big sister writhed on top of him. She was having an orgasm, his own sister was cumming on his cock, the disgusting taboo of it still somewhere in the deep corners of his mind. He could feel her tight pussy convulsing around his penis, her insides growing even wetter and her walls clamping down on him. His body tensed too, his palms tightly squeezing her butt, keeping her from moving as she squirmed. "Oh my god, that was so intense." Jessica said, her voice raw and low as the last of the agonizing pleasure dispersed. She looked down at her brother, her face red and her breathing strained. She slowly sat up on top of him, his cock deep inside her, and took a deep breath. Her brother made her cum, the same little twerp that had bugged her his entire life, had grown up, so did his cock, and he even managed to get her off with it. She looked into his eyes, his gaze hinting at his ongoing internal struggle, and she decided to put an end to that struggle. Chris watched his sister as she moved her legs on both sides of him, until her feet were flat on the bed. She moved to a crouching stance, her knees bent and pointing outward, spreading her pink pussy even more, his dick still lodged inside. She placed her hands on his chest as she steadied her breath, then looked at him and started raising herself. He watched her pussy reluctantly pull off, sliding up his cock, and moaned as it slipped out completely. He watched her cunt hovering seductively over his twitching erection, just barely touching the tip of his dick, then Jessica moved her hands to his stomach, placing her palms on it, and with a smirk on her face crashed herself down onto him. Their bodies collided in sexual glee as Jessica took her brother's full length into her in a quick powerful motion. He moaned aloud as she did this, her pussy rubbing along his dick fast enough to light it on fire before ending with an echoing slap. Jessica grunted as the pleasure rushed through her, the sensation dizzying, then paused for a quick breath and repeated the action, only much slower. Chris placed his hands on his sister's legs, just above her folded knees, and watched her pussy stretch as she started bouncing up and down his cock. She was going slow, enough for him to try and calm his excitement down, and he took deep breathes as he slid his hand up. Goosebumps covered his sister's smooth thighs as he ran his hands along them. It was a slow, deeply sensual motion, and Jessica shivered as he tenderly moved higher. She continued moving, sliding her velvety snatch along his shaft as he slid his warm strong hands up, and felt another shiver as they reached her crotch. Jessica moaned, her brother's hands like molten lava on her bare skin, and looked down, seeing his thumbs slide into the grove at the top of her thigh, less than an inch from her pussy. He pressed his thumbs into her delicate skin, making her moan again, and as Jessica looked up, her lips parted, she started moving faster. "Ugh fuck!" Chris groaned as his sister began bouncing faster on his shaft. It felt amazing, her tight vagina briskly sliding along his cock, and on instinct he bucked his hips hard, trying to push into her harder as she slid down. Jessica let out a loud grunt as her brother rammed his cock into her from below. It hurt, having his shaft thrust into her so aggressively while she slid down it, and after sliding herself all the way down on his cock, Jessica stopped moving, her entire weight on top of him. "Mmmm." Chris moaned, his arousal almost painful, but Jessica just sat motionless on top of his shaft, wincing. "Don't do that." Jessica said sternly, still wincing from the sudden pain. "Sorry." Chris said awkwardly. He was dying for her to continue, his arousal so strong he was tempted to just grab her and start thrusting into her, but it was his sister and he had hurt her, and that moment between them was a painful reminder of who she was. He watched as she took a few breathes, her expression relaxing, then she went back to it. She started with a few slow bounces before picking the pace back up. Brother and sister's naked bodies adjusted to each other as they partook in the most unspeakable of acts. Jessica's vagina stretched to her brother's girth, and her tightness eased, still hugging her brother's shaft but not as constricted. The sounds of their merging bodies, slapping to their moans and groans, continued, and the taboo pleasure of it was growing with each passing second. Jessica groaned on top of her brother, deep guttural sounds as she impaled herself onto him. Her brother's moaning was growing too, his face contorting in sickening pleasure as he enjoyed the feel of her most prized and sacred possession. She slammed her pussy down onto his shaft harder, pounding herself onto it, and her brother groaned loudly, his eyes going wide. "Oh my god Jess!" Chris said grimacing as his sister hammered her cunt down his cock relentlessly, her naked body going up and down him like a piston. He watched the pleasure on her face as she moaned, her round boobs bouncing uncontrollably, her stomach clenched, her unblemished thighs tense as her legs moved, and her pink pussy lips part, taking his shaft inside and leaving it glistening with wetness with each upward motion. He groaned as the pleasure was slowly becoming unbearable, then looked up into his sister's eyes. She had a naughty gleam in them, a side of a sister no brother should ever witness, and it was enough to make Chris explode. All thoughts of right and wrong vanished from Chris's mind as his orgasm took him. Pleasure started flowing through him, overloading his senses, and he tried to stifle a loud moan, closing his eyes, as he came inside his sister. Jessica slowed down, her eyes not leaving her brother's eyes for a second and watched him writhe, with satisfaction, as he came. His cock twitched madly inside of her, filling the condom with load after load of his incestuous sperm. His moans became raw as she continued to ride him, her pussy milking every last bit of cum from him. It continued squirting inside of her, each load less powerful than the previous. He moaned louder, more in pain than pleasure as she continued riding him as his orgasm faded, his cock raw and sensitive. She looked at him, spent, then crashed down into his chest, his cock still inside of her. Chris gasped for air as his sister laid on top of him, her naked body pressed to his. They were both hot and sweaty, and he could feel her warm breath on his neck. They stayed like that for a few seconds, Chris's cock beginning to go soft inside his sister, then she rolled off him, his cock slipping out of her drenched twat. They laid on Chris's bed together, staring up at the ceiling in silence. Jessica rested her head on her brother shoulder, her left hand on his knee, gently rubbing it. Chris had his hand wrapped around his sister, his palm on her stomach, tenderly running his fingers over her soft skin, caressing her from naval to the top of her pubic mound. They stayed like that, neither one saying a word, their fingers mindlessly moving along each other's bare skin. It was so different from their previous time, every part of it. Even now, after it was over, they were laying naked in each other's arms, like long lost lovers, instead of running away shamefully. There were still hints of awkwardness between them during their second act of incest, their sibling relationship hovering over them like a noose, but it far from how their first encounter was, their bodies, despite of it all, engaging passionately, instead of being shy and apprehensive. Jessica was thinking over it as her brother's fingers caressed her pubic mound. She thought of the last story she read before coming over to see him. She was so overcome with lust, her body just acted. At first, she didn't realize what she was doing, she just knew that she had to see her brother, maybe masturbate together, but once she was in his room, seeing his bare chest and the bulge in his pants, everything just clicked into place and nature took over. It would not have happened without all the circumstances leading up, everything that happened over the past weeks. Watching porn with him, seeing each other naked, masturbating together, sharing the incestuous stories she was reading with him, and their horrifying sexual encounter. It all led her to her brother's room that night, for a second chance at committing incest with him. It was the most ambivalent sexual act she had ever experienced, disgusting in a way, yet so passionate and beautiful it almost brought her to tears. Chris's mind was numb at first, recovering from the orgasm inflicted upon him by his sister. He was conscience, but his mind was blank. As the lust induced fog began evaporating, his mind cleared, and he started taking in what happened. Her head was on his shoulder, her hair spread on the bed next to his head. He could clearly distinguish every place their naked skin was touching, a hugging warmth where her neck rested on his arm, her ribs touched his side, and her hand was on his thigh. He continued to mindlessly stroke her soft skin, tracing his finger only an inch or two above her slit. "We…we had sex." Chris said, more of a thought, not meaning to say it out loud. He was still processing it himself and felt his face grow warm. "Yeah." Jessica said, her voice small and raw, her tone almost surprised. Her eyes glanced at her brother's limp cock, the condom almost slipping off. She turned her gaze away, looking up at the ceiling and sighed. "It was…it was better than last time." Jessica said after another long quiet pause. "Last time…fuuuccckkk…" Chris exhaled, almost forgetting it was not their first time together. "What, you don’t think so?" Jessica asked in a sweet voice. She sounded surprised and a little hurt and turned her head to look at Chris's face. "Agree with what?" Chris asked. He was still a little dazed from what happened and was not taking everything his sister said, in. "That the…sex, was better than last time." Jessica said shyly, the words sounding strange, definitively not something she ever thought she would say to a family member. "Um, Yeah, I guess it was." Chris mumbled nervously. "Oh god, I can't believe we had sex…again. We are so fucked up." Chris said and took a deep disgruntled breath. "Did you like it?" Jessica asked, her brother's demeanor confusing her. "Did I like it? Having sex with my sister? What kind of question is that?" Chris said nervous, his voice going high. "Come on Chris, don't kid yourself. Having sex once, yeah, that could be an accident. We were both horny, naked, watching porn and it just happened, but us having sex twice? That doesn't happen without both of us meaning and wanting it." Jessica said haughtily, looking her brother in the eyes then turning back. "You're right." Chris said, watching her beautiful breasts move up and down with her breathing. "And yes, I liked it, I liked having sex with you, fucking my own sister, I loved every nasty perverted second of it." Chris spat, almost angry at himself for it being true. "Hey, it okay." Jessica said calmly. "I liked it too in case you were wondering. I never thought I would cum on my own brother's cock." She admitted, giggling shyly and Chris cringed at her words. "It was like something out of one of the stories in the site." Jessica added, then turned silent. "Hey, how did you even get into reading…incest stories in the first place?" Chris asked his sister. It was something he'd been wondering ever since she showed it to him. "I only got into reading them a week or so ago. It was after we started…fooling around, and I just kind of stumbled onto one of those sites. At first, they really grossed me out, but I got curious, and after I read the first one, I was hooked." She confided in him; her voice low. "What did you think when I showed them to you?" She asked, curious. "Well, I was still really disturbed by…you know…us having sex, when you showed me and didn't really get why you wanted me to see it. I started looking over the stories and didn’t get what the big deal was at first, then I went to look at the top-rated stories and I was like…what the fuck. I was really disgusted by it at first, surprised by how much people liked and read those stories, but I was also curious, especially after what happened between us." Chris said. He paused as he thought back to it, it was strange to think that it was only a few nights ago. "And?" Jessica urged him to keep talking. "And after reading the first one I just couldn't stop. Along with being fucking hot, reading the stories kind of made what you and I did seem like less of a big deal. I'm guessing that's why you had me read them." Chris said and sighed. "Yeah, I'm glad it worked." Jess said. "They are hot, aren’t they?" She added right after, smiling to herself. "Fuck, I never thought I would get so turned on reading about a dad fucking his daughter, mom fucking her son, or you know, brother and sister going at it." Chris told his sister, it was something he never planned on saying out loud, and it felt liberating to tell his sister. "Which stories did you like best?" Jessica asked casually. "Let me think," Chris said, pausing, "there was one about brother and sister who started fooling around while they were reading their grandmother's old diary." He said blushing. "Yeah, I read that one, it's really hot." She agreed with him. "Did you read the story, well no, it's a serious actually, about the parents who decided to have sex with each of their kids when they turn eighteen, taking their virginities?" she asked. "Yeah, that's what I was reading when you came over." Chris said. "No wonder you were so hard." Jessica said, giggling, and squeezed her brother's thigh tenderly. Chris chuckled, nodding, and sighed again. He slid his hand to her right thigh, the skin so soft and warm and began caressing it. "Do you think what happened between us could be a good story?" Chris asked his sister after another silent pause. "I was actually wondering the exact same thing, even before tonight." Jessica said. "Why?" she asked. "I don’t know, it might be cool to get it out there." Chris admitted shyly. "What happened to 'this is so wrong?' and 'I can't believe we had sex?'?" Jessica asked, mimicking her brother's voice. "I don't know." Chris said, shrugging. "I guess it already happened, nothing we can do about it, and I'm kind of curious to see how people will react." "You really think people will want to read it? They'll probably think it's made up." Jessica said. "Maybe, but even if they don't believe, it will still be a good story." Chris said, the idea of people reading what they did exciting him. "Let's do it then, let's write it." Jessica said, the idea exciting her too. "But you're going to have to do the writing, I suck at things like that." Jessica said. "Me?" Chris asked surprised, "I'll be lucky if a get a C in English, no way I can write something good." He said frowning. He looked down at his sister and she turned to look at him, pouting. "So, there might be something else we could." Jessica said, still thinking it over, and turned her gaze back. "In one of the last chapters in the 'parents teaching their kids sex' series, maybe it was even the last one, the author wrote that if anyone wants help writing a story or has a good story for him to write, they can contact him." "Seriously?" Chris asked, his eyes going wide. "Yeah." Jessica said, not sounding very enthusiastic. "I wouldn't get our hopes up just yet, but it might be worth sending him a message. What do you think?" "Wow, yeah, let's do it. His stories are awesome. What did you have in mind?" Chris asked. "Maybe just send him a message first, write in general what happened and ask him if he would be interested in writing it as a story." Jessica said, thinking out loud. "Sounds good." Chris said, excited. "How about we talk tomorrow and write the message together?" Jessica offered and Chris nodded. They had been laying there naked in each other's arms for over an hour when Jessica started moving. She grunted as she sat up, pulling her body away from her brother's warm embrace. The condom slipped off his cock when it was soft, and now, looking down, it was a little harder, just under semi-erect with the head covered with his cum. Chris moved his hand away as his sister sat up, watching her breasts, then placed his hand tenderly on her bare back. "I better get to bed." Jessica said, sounding reluctant. "Okay." Chris said, sounding disappointed. He watched her as she slowly rose to her feet, wobbling slightly, and gazed at her sexy ass. "Good night." Jessica said, turning to look at her brother, then leaned down and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She gave her brother a final look at her butt, swaying as she moved, then slipped out and into her own bedroom. Her body was glowing, her post orgasmic state almost like being high. She smiled as she looked at her naked body in the mirror. What happened that night was wild, better than she could even image, and she wondered how long it would be before one of them would find his way into the other's bed again. She pulled on her black thong, the shirt, and slipped under the covers. A flush crept through her as she thought about how she grinded her pussy on her brother's hard shaft and how she came on top of him. It was so naughty and disgusting, doing it with her brother like that, but it only brought a smile to her face as she drifted off to sleep. To be continued Please comment with your thoughts.

Katie looked up at the man of her dreams kissing her with his arms wrapped around her soft naked body, as he told her that he loved her more than anything in the world and wanted to spend every minute of every day with her and her alone. He then passionately kissing her deep as she ran her hands over his strong chest and shoulders lifting herself up as Sam slowly lowered her down onto his throbbing cock. "oh Sam you feel so good mmm. Sam please don't stop I love you so much..." Katie moaned in pure extasy. Imagining herself as one of the girls she had seen in the porn video she had watched at a slumber party with a group of her friends a few months ago. ................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 'Katie where are you at, are you home?" Sam called out as he walked in the door from school making sure that his little sister had made it home from her school safe. "Just a minute cookie!! I'm coming, I'm here." Katie responded in a panic as she pulled her shorts back up with a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, she hurried out of bed wondering how she missed the sound of her favorite and only big brothers old car that he had gotten when he turned sixteen last month pull into the driveway. Katie came bouncing out of her room pulling the door closed behind her just in time to see her cookie just coming up the stairs. Running and jumping into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist and squeezing his neck smiling from ear to ear as Sam kissed her cheek. As far as Katie was concerned there was no where she would rather be than in the arms of her big brother. He was tall for his age standing at an even six feet tall with short brown hair and blue eyes that made her melt every time she looked into them. "Well sweetie it looks like it is just the two of us this weekend." Sam said as he carried her down the stairs to the living room. "really?!? Why? What are mom and dad doing? Katie responded trying to hide the excitement that she felt hearing that she would be spending the whole weekend alone with 'her' cookie. "Yeah dad got called out of town to visit a client or something I don't really know to be honest, so it looks like I'm staying home all weekend, doesn't matter anyway..." Sam trailed off looking down at the ground as he sat Katie on her feet. "Well we can still have fun together cookie." Katie said as she looked at the sad look on her brothers face. She knew that he was thinking about Sarah, the girl who had just dumped him the previous weekend for reasons she didn't know and to be completely honest couldn't figure out no matter how hard she tried. In her eyes there was just nobody on earth who was better than her big brother. "Hey cookie we should have a movie date tonight!" Katie said with a big smile on her face holding her hands together behind her back kinda spinning on one foot. Seeing a hint of a smile spread on Sam's face making her heart start to beat even faster with excitement. "I couldn't think of a better date if I tried to sweetie." Sam answered knowing that she was just trying to make him feel better about his previous weekends events and now being stuck home all weekend. "I'll be back in about an hour sis, I'm going to stop by Jake's really quick and tell him I'm not going out tonight and then grab us a pizza and a movie." Sam said as he grabbed his keys and walked out of the door thinking how sweet Katie was for trying to cheer him up. As soon as the door closed Katie jumped into action. She ran back up the stairs to her bedroom and started going through her closet looking for her favorite black dress she had gotten for her first real dance last year and her secret bag of makeup that her mother didn't approve of and darted into the bathroom looking herself over. She was a pretty girl maybe not as pretty as Sarah with her big boobs and long legs but she was getting there. She turned sideways looking at her chest witch was still flat with her only being nine and she personally loved her own ass as she ran her hands down her back and over her own butt squeezing it just a little bit and smiling. "Katie!!" Sam yelled as he backed through the door with the pizza in his hands balancing a two liter and the movie on top of the box. Katie giggled a little as she watched the show saying "I'm right here big bro!! Why are you yelling at me?" She teased with a little grin on her face as she saw the look that came across 'her' cookies face as he saw her sitting on the kitchen table with her legs crossed letting her hands rest on her knee. With a little bit of a smile on her face getting the reaction that she was hoping for. "Sam could not believe the sight in front of him. Was that really his sweetie little sister looking just sexy as hell. Her legs looked so smooth and soft with her shoulders and back barely covered with the spaghetti strap of her dress and pink strap of her training bra as his eyes locked on on her erect nipples. "wow sis you look very umm very pretty.." Sam said clearing his throat and breaking his stare moving his eyes to her eyes with eyeshadow bringing her eyes out and lip gloss just begging him to taste her lips and her pigtails that pulled everything together perfectly making her look so sweet and just stunningly sexy at the same time. "oh my god.. this is my little sister, what am I even thinking?" Sam thought feeling his cock twitch in his jeans. "well common cookie." Katie said as she grabbed the movie in one hand and Sam's hand with her other and started leading him to the livingroom. Knowing exactly what she was doing Katie pushed her big brother onto the couch and walked over the the DVD player bending over showing off her ass trying not to make it look like she was up to anything. "oh my god." Sam thought as he watched Katie kneeling down. He could swear that he had just caught a glimpse of Katie's little round ass poking out from under her to short dress not seeing even a hint of panties. "wait wait wait what is she up to?" Sam thought to himself, as he watched Katie turn around and almost bouncing back over to the couch sitting right next to him snuggling up really close. "I love you cookie" Katie said in a small little voice leaning her head on Sam's chest starting to wonder if she was making a fool of herself. "Aww sweetie I love you too, I love you more than you even know." sam replied hearing the shake in her voice and taking her hand into his. "you really do look stunningly beautiful tonight sweetie." "really?" Katie asked looking up into her brothers eyes, wishing so bad that she could just kiss him but knowing that she had probably already lived out her little fantasy to far for one night leaning her head back into 'her cookies' chest to hide her tearing up eyes. The movie started and had been playing for about thirty minutes and Sam leaned his head down kissing the top of Katie's head as he heard her sobs not understanding her tears since he had rented a comedy. Out of nowhere Katie had her arms around sam's neck straddling him with her nose pressed into his neck as tears ran down her face. "oh sweetie what's wrong?" Sam asked as he felt the bulge in his pants growing again with Katie on top of him like she was. "I just love my cookie so much, and if I was Sarah I would have never let you go.. I know that I'm not as pretty as her but I will be someday" Katie blurted out before she even knew what she had said. "oh Katie you're already beautiful sweetie" Sam said as Katie lifted her eyes up to his. "really?.." Katie asked unconvinced. with that Sam slide his hands down to her waist and slowly pushed Katie down onto the bulge in his pants and started grinding her on it. "oh" was all that Katie could manage to get out before Sam gave in to his urges and started kissing her madly. Grabbing the bottom of her dress he lifted it over her head and saw the most beautiful bald mound that his little sister was still grinding on the bulge in his pants. Reaching down he un buttoned his jeans and slide them off with his boxers in one motion letting Katie see what she had only imagined. Without saying a word she slid off the couch and started kissing the head with both of her hands wrapped around the shaft of Sam's dick trying her best to do what she had seen the girls in the videos do. She licked and sucked on the head as she pumped her hands feeling excitement as she looked up seeing her cookie moaning in pleasure. Sam reached down lifting up her training bra exposing her little dime sized nipples and using his thumb and index finger rubbing them watching them grow even harder. Mmm Katie moaned as she sucked as much of her cookies dick into her little mouth as possible sending shutters through Sam's body as she hummed. "oh god sweetie you are going to make me cum" Sam told her as he pinched each of her little nipples. Katie sucked even harder wanting to taste it and moaning as Sam pinched her nipples witch pushed him to the edge making him shoot stream after stream of Jism into Katie's mouth, more than she had expected as his cum ran out of the corners of her mouth falling down onto her small chest and soaking her little pink training bra. Katie scooped up as much of the cum that she could in her hand and licked it off loving the taste of it. It was salty and warm and she absolutely loved it. "oh Katie sweetie I shouldn't have..." Sam began to say until he was interrupted by Katie jumping back into his lap kissing him peck after peck all over his face saying "I love my cookie so much. Did I make you feel better? I know you have been sad all week." Sam laughed a little before saying "well you certainly made me feel better than she ever did, actually better than anyone has ever made me feel" Katie giggled and bounced in his lap she was so excited. "how did you know how to do that sweetie?" Sam asked. "Kimmy stole one of her daddies porno movies and we all watched it at Rachael's slumber party on her birthday." Katie boasted. "we even practiced kissing each other while we were naked cookie!!" Katie started announcing proudly. As Sam imagined that he could feel himself growing hard again then Katie wiggled around in his lap before placing her little hands on his cheeks and looking him in the eyes. "cookie does this mean that I get to be your girlfriend from now on?" Katie asked with her nose only inches away from Sam's. "you want to be my girlfriend?" Sam asked. "yes I love you cookie and I want you all to myself" Katie said. "well girlfriends have a lot more responsibilitys than just sucking their boyfriends dicks you know" Sam started to say teasingly" "oh!" Katie interrupted before he could finish and ran out of the room almost butt naked. A couple of minutes later he heard a ding and saw the cutest thing he had ever seen. It was Katie walking back into the room with a big glass of pop in one hand and a paper plate with a slice of pizza on it in the other hand, still wearing nothing but her socks and training bra that was still lifted up showing off her little pink nipples, and god her little bald slit looked so good between her short legs.the sight of it all though made Sam burst out laughing almost to the point of tears before saying "oh sweetie that is not what I meant, but you may have just skipped girlfriend status and moved right up to wife material." "wife?" Katie asked with a huge smile on her blushing face. "I could be your wife cookie?" "maybe someday" Sam said with a little wink making Katie giggle "but for right now I think you would make a wonderful little girlfriend sweetie" Sam said to Katie who was now sitting in his lap watching him eat his pizza and taking a bite herself as he offered to share his slice holding it up for her. Setting the pizza to the side he said with a little grin on his face "but right now sweetie I think it is time for some dessert!!" and without another word he had Katie in his arms carrying her up to her room and playfully tossed her onto her bed which was covered in a big pink princess blanket with a whole stack of matching pillows. "Oh" Katie huffed as she landed on her bed and almost starting to humm with pleasure watching her cookie start at her feet slowly kissing them working his way up her legs kissing her inner things to the pretty little slit between her legs witch he now had spread open. He sucked on each of her swollen pussy lips as Katie moaned. Using his index finger and thumb he spread her lips open seeing the stiff clit and not wasting a moment he ran his whole tongue over it and ran little circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it as he looked up at her. She had pulled her training bra off and had been rubbing her nipples that she learned felt so good until he had started softly sucking on her clit. " oh cookie do it harder!!" Katie begged with her hands now on his head trying to pull his mouth as close as possible and almost bucking her hips. Sam moaned loving the taste of her juices every time that he ran his tongue through her pussy before sucking on her clit again. He then pulled his head back placing a quick sweet little peck of a kiss on her clit before sliding his middle finger inside of her tight little wet hole sending her into the first orgasm she had ever felt. "oh it, oh it, oh it, cookie its oh mmm please cookie" was all that Katie could even say as her legs began to shake almost like a shiver followed by the rest of her body. The sight of Katie's first orgasm made Sam so hard with his finger still inside of her he pressed it into her hymen "hold on sweetie this is going to hurt just a little" Sam warned her before pushing his finger as far inside of her as possible making her squeal a little as he popped her cherry. Pulling his finger out covered with her juices and the blood Sam felt so attached to his little sister Katie and started kissing her pleasantly surprised when she slide her tongue back to his keeping up perfectly, I guess they really had practiced at that slumber party Sam though to himself. Katie had her skinny arms around Sam neck focused on kissing him and how he had one hand on her own nipples rubbing and squeezing them which she loved so much that she didn't notice he had a hand on his own cock stroking it and lining the head up with her pussy until he ran the head through her swollen pink lips and softly slapping her clit a little making her moan. Slowly he pressed the head of his hard dick into her tight little hole letting out a moan as Katie squealed in pleasure feeling him slowly slide every inch inside of her. Sam sucked on her nipples as Katie hugged his head gasping for air slowly getting accustomed to his dick and before she knew it she was squeezing the shaft that was inside of her witch let Sam know that she was ready and he started to thrust the entire length of his shaft in her tight little hole moaning with each thrust as Katie pulled on his hair taking short little gasp of air still pulling his mouth on her nipples feeling her pussy clinching up around Sam's dick as she felt herself having the second orgasm never wanting it to end. Shortly after having experienced her second orgasm Katie felt herself moving with each of Sam's thrust and squeezing his dick inside of herself as he pulled back out of her pussy with each thrust. which pushed Sam over the edge causing him to fill her tight wet little pussy full of his cum as he shot stream after stream inside of her pussy making Katie moan again feeling herself clinching up into the third orgasm of her life. Sam rolled over onto his back pulling Katie with him not even pulling out of her, just laying there with his arms around her shaking little body as she kissed him one sweet little peck on the lips after another. "Ohh cookie" Katie cooed as she hung onto Sam never wanting to let go of him, half because she was scared that he might leave her and half scared that she would never get to feel something so amazingly good ever again in her life. "how did you? You made me feel just so..so.. I don't know how to explain it cookie." Katie began to cry. "I love my cookie so much." she sobbed. Sam smiled and hugged her back holding on to her tight and running one of his hands over her back. "I love you too sweetie. That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt." Sam said as he looked into his little sisters eyes kissing her one more time before saying "Katie sweetie I am the happiest boyfriend ever!!" "Ohh!! You will really let me be your girlfriend cookie?" Katie asked with tears of pure joy in her eyes and almost bouncing with excitement. "I will definitely let you sweetie, but we will have to keep our relationship a secret. Not that I don't want to just shout it to the world, it's just that the world would not understand." Sam explained to her still hugging her tight in his arms. "I understand cookie, but can't we tell mom and dad? Won't they understand?" Katie asked. "maybe we can someday but for the time being we are each others little secret." Sam said softly kissing her once more. "okay cookie I understand boyfriend" Katie answered putting emphasis on the word boyfriend with a little giggle. "sweetie may I take you out on a real date tomorrow?" Sam asked Katie with a little smile on his face as he saw Katies eyes light up. "I'll even take you out shopping for a whole brand new dress in the morning!!" "oh yes!! I would love to go on a date with my boyfriend!!" Katie said with pure excitement. "Then it's a date" Sam said feeling extremely happy as he pulled a blanket over their naked bodies and kissing Katie on the top of her head. I have never been on a real date before katie thought as she slipped into a deep sleep with her head on 'her' cookies chest.

-From the beast within- (This story is pure fiction. none of it is nor will ever take place) If you have already read the first two chapters, White and Pink, then you pretty much have the gist of how my week went. My formerly "tomboy" girlfriend couldn't keep her hands off of me, and was dressing like a teenage wet dream. My 10 year old little sister wanted an orgasm once every couple of nights or so. Not to be out done by big sis, baby sister was right there too a couple of nights a week, wanting me to "read her a story". Although I have to admit its hard to read a book to a 5 year old when your face is buried in her crotch. As of yet I never let her do anything to me. She would have if I would have asked, but she would have only to please me. She wouldn’t have enjoyed it, and I wanted her to enjoy this to the fullest. I had started talking to Shawna about her virginity since her first real bj and fingering orgasm. I think she understood the gravity of it, and why I wanted her to make the decision, not make one for her. Thankfully both of my sisters were taking me seriously as far as secrets and my “serious” talks with them about our sex lives together. Tina on the other hand was a handful. I think if she could figure out how to have sex during classes she would be all over me the entire time the sun was in the sky, and most of the time it wasn’t. She hadn’t brought up my “birthday present” again, but I was starting to get an idea as to what it was. My birthday fell on a Saturday this year, which was kinda nice. I got to spend the whole day as I wanted to. Tina started her plans for me on Friday. She knew I didn’t go for the street corner girl look, too trashy. But today she picked me up for school wearing a nice almost professional business suit, skirt and heels. This was kind of an extreme the other direction. “Wow, job interview, or court appearance? Either way they don’t stand a chance!” “Gee thanks, I think. No, I have a test in my debate class today and we’re supposed to dress professionally. So I borrowed some of my mom’s clothes. Do you think it looks alright?” “Alright is an understatement. You really do that getup justice.” “Thanks, I’ve been super nervous about this. I’ve never had to dress up like this. I’m usually a tee shirt and jeans girl. But I’ve been having fun with some of the other stuff in my closet lately.” “To my benefit!” I replied honestly. She blushed, started the car and drove us to school. The dark blue and pinstriped skirt and jacket fit her like they were tailored to her body. She had skin toned pantyhose on, and a lacy yellow top on under the jacket. Her normally mousey shoulder length hair was slicked back into a short ponytail. It was going to be another one of those days that I just couldn’t get her off of my mind. Her debate class was just after lunch, and she wanted to meet me out by her car at lunch. I assumed she wanted to go somewhere for lunch. Not uncommon for us. This time was no different. We went to our favorite burger joint. She called it “comfort food”. She was definitely nervous about this debate class thing. We wandered back to her car when we were thru, we still had 20 minutes or so to kill, and we were only 5 minutes from school. “I think I know what will help with the nerves” I told her. Before she could reply, I kissed her deeply. I knew better than to wrinkle her clothes, so I slipped my hands under her jacket and found the button to her skirt in the back, and undid it. I think she got the idea, and slipped off her jacket as we got into the back of her car. It had tinted windows and was parked in a shady area beside the burger shop, so we had some privacy, if but for now. This was going to be all about her. So when she started going for my pants I stopped her, and told her to lay back, relax, and enjoy. I almost regretted that decision as I slipped her skirt off and found out she was wearing stockings not pantyhose, and a pale yellow lace bodysuit. I figured out how to pop the crotch of the bodysuit open and dove in face first. She wrapped her nylon covered legs around me and pulled me in tight. A little nibble here and a poke of a finger there, I felt like a madman playing some sort of human musical instrument. She had recently shaved her pussy, she was smooth, and scented like a flower. I ran my thumb into her pussy and wiggled it around, gently pushing up against her hymen. Once my thumb was well lubed with her juices, I slid it a bit south and slid it in her back door up to the second knuckle. This was somewhat new for her. I had fingered her pussy and ass before, but never this deeply. She apparently liked it. Her moans were coming with more enthusiasm. I slid my other thumb into her pussy and was finger banging her hard with an opposing rhythm. She was gaining on her climax like a runaway freight train. I resumed nibbling on her clitty and kept up with the thumb job. She went stiff as a board, then let out a whimper. It seemed like forever for her to her to catch her breathe. I repositioned myself up beside her and hugged her tight then kissed down her neck. Once she had come down she said "thanks. I really needed that." She wriggled back into her skirt after buttoning up her bodysuit, then drove us back to school. It's probably a good thing we got back a little early. She was still a bit wobbly kneed when we walked back to the school from the parking lot. "Been walking in heels long, love?" "The heels aren't the problem and you know it smart ass." I got a smack on the arm for that. Yup, that was my girlfriend under that business suit. Never tell her she hits like a girl. She will promptly redefine how you think girls hit. Tina apparently did far better than she had feared. She practically ripped my clothes off when I met her at her car after school, and then she swallowed my manhood in one fell swoop. "Well, good to see you too. How'd the debate test go?" I was trying to get my mind off of the damn good blow job I was receiving. She slipped my dick out of her mouth long enough to whisper "I passed with an A, now shut up and let me show you much I appreciate you." I wasn't about to argue! We finally made it back to my house after we both had our fill of each other. We were having a barbeque tonight for my birthday. It was a day early, but it was the best time to get everyone together. Dad had to fly out tomorrow afternoon for some big seminar, so we had the big get together tonight. Shawna and Sierra were dressed in almost matching skirts, tees, and sneakers. I seriously doubt if either had panties on. They had both taken to going commando. Easier to hide our sibling love. The next door neighbors were also over. This had become more and more common. They were great neighbors. It was a mom, Amy ( tiny Asian woman, not model level gorgeous, but definitely hot), her son, Andy ( nice kid, kinda small and effeminate, super smart, same age as Shawna), and a daughter, Becky ( same age as Sierra). The dad was a soldier, but was killed in action before we moved in next door. He left his family well off, the house paid for, and his pension paid for most of their needs. I was their regular babysitter. Amy had a military support group she met with once a week. Once a month the kids got to go, but the rest of the time I babysat for her. Dad helped her with keeping the house up and keeping her car running. Amy and mom had hit off well enough as well. They both liked gardening. Becky & Sierra and Andy & Shawna were friends as well. the kids were always off tearing around our yards or running up and down the street. Tonight was no different. Becky and Sierra were running around the yard playing tag. Andy and Shawna were up in Shawna's room playing on their laptops. A couple of my friends from school had stopped thru during the night to wish me happy birthday. All in all a good night. But I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of Tina. She had been a bit flirty with me all night, and I'm fairly certain everyone had noticed. She still had on her suit outfit from school earlier, somewhere along having lost the jacket. Once things wound down for the night, I found Tina's jacket and rode with her to her house. Once her mom acknowledged she was home, I kissed her good night and wandered home (all of a block). Apparently the festivities hadn't all ended for the night. It sounded like mom and dad were keeping each other amused for the night. I poked my head into the girls rooms to make sure they were settled in for the night. It looked like Andy and Becky were staying the night with the sisters. As I went downstairs to my room, still able to hear mom and dad moaning in their bedroom, it almost sounded like there was another voice in there. Na, couldn't be, must have been hearing things. As I made it to my bedroom, I noticed a box with a bow on it sitting on my bed. "Well hello there" I said to the box, my curiosity peaked. I opened the card attached to the top. It said "I know you have been treating them with respect, and have been more gentle with them than any man I could have ever hoped for them. Use the contents of the box wisely. Happy birthday, son" It was in dad's handwriting. There was keys to the pickup, and $100 in with the card, and the box was a 100 count variety pack of condoms. Holy crap! Not only did he know I was having sex with Shawna and Sierra, he was giving me permission to take both of their cherries. That realization stunned me. I sat down on the bed hard. I wasn't sure if I just escaped the grim reaper or was just handed the devils keys to the kingdom. It was about that moment that I heard someone coming down the stairs from the garage and the moans from mom and dad's room got louder. Now I knew someone else was in there with them. And from the pitch of the voice it was Amy from next door. "Well it sounds like you aren't the only sexually deviant one in the house." Tina said as she got to the bottom of the stairs. There I was sitting on my bed with a vacantly numb grin on my face, and a huge box of condoms in my hand. "Looks like you were expecting me" Tina said as she dropped the trench coat she had on. She was wearing nothing but a purple lace teddy with garters attached to black stockings, and some Mary Jane style heels. Yup, must have been the devils keys to the kingdom. (Author's Note) Input please, keep your comments polite. This is as far as I've written so far. I have most of the story laid out in my head, just haven't had time to type it out yet. Please comment and give me some ideas for continuing. I will not do hardcore, torture, or really anything other than softcore. I do have 2 other stories I'm working on as well, so if I don't put it in here, I may use it elsewhere. A few hints so far: Tina and Sean try out some of those condoms Andy would really rather be Andrea Sean, Tina, Andy(Andrea), Shawna, Sierra, and Becky go swimming Amy and family move into Sean's house Shawna, Andy, and Tina get "caught" in Sean's bedroom.

Highschool was always interesting, I was dating a guy that was on both the football and wrestling team, the total jock type. Which struck most as odd, seeing as how I was the punky goth girl who was usually very shy and timid. Most of my boyfriend's friend group consisted of jocks and the preps aka popular kids. Thus, I was generally absent when it came to parties or large gatherings where I knew everyone would be. My boyfriend, Bob, and his friend, Jeff, always threw poker parties on the weekends with some of their guy friends. Girlfriends were almost always required to stay at home, being it was supposed to be a guys night out. Being the rule about females at the party, I was completely shocked when Bob asked me to tag along to a poker event. He knew that my parents were both headed out of the country for Missonary work with their church, leaving myself and brother in the care of my aunt. I still wondered why he had asked me to go along, I thought no girls were allowed. He told me that he knew I disliked having to spend time with my brother, let alone my aunt, so he asked the guys if it would be okay if I came, Bob being the 'leader' type, got everyone's agreement. I was excitied and as Friday rolled around, I frantically thought of clothing ideas, I always dressed to impress even doing something as simple as going to the store. Finally deciding on an outfit; a red and white plaid halter dress that buttoned down the front, ending high against my thighs, high heeled sandles that tied against my ankles and a lace thong. I wanted to make a good impression, pulling my shoulder length hair into a ponytail and light makeup. Bob was late picking me up, offering a couple sorrys and that his mother made him help her fix a few random house things, I didn't really care that he was late, so long as we were still going to the party. He commented on how sexy I looked, I could tell he wanted something from me and was blunt in asking, "I know you need something Bob, you never just outright comment on my looks." He told me that he wanted a little roadhead since we had never really gotten to before, of course I agreed, I didn't need to spoil my chances of getting to the party. Leaning over, I unzipped and unbuttoned his fly, sliding his semi hard cock from his boxers. I think that was one thing I really enjoyed with him, sucking him off. I licked my tongue against the tip, wettening the head, pressing it into my mouth with a sigh. He lowered a hand against the back of my head, pushing my mouth further along his thick dick, a couple small shots of precum dribbling into my mouth. which I really didn't mind. It when a guy tried to put the whole load into my mouth, then we had problems. I gave him head until we got to Jeff's, which was like a 10 minutes car ride, so he didn't get a chance to cum, but didn't care and said he would finish with me later. After arriving at our friend's place which was in the richer part of town, we parked and went inside and downstairs to see everyone. There weren't quite as many guys there are I had thought would be, at most 6 or 7, cards tables were setup throughout the furnished basement while drinks and snacks were crowded on a folding table. Soon after arriving everyone started up poker, me not being a gambler or really a card player, sat and played video games for a while. My soda intake finally hit my bladder, and I hurriedly rushed into the bathroom to piss. I had just sat down on the toliet and begun to pee when the door opened and in walked Jeff, not seeming phased or really caring that I was urinating. I began to shout at him to get out, feeling quite uncomfortable as he walked to sit on the edge of the tub across the way from me. [ Up until this point, I had never cheated on a boyfriend, I'll admit heavy petting had gone on, but never intercourse] I spoke sarcastically, "I doubt Bob would like you being in here while I am doing this." I was frozen with shock as Jeff just sat there and watched me pee, ignoring my warning and commenting shortly, "It's so fucking hot watching a girl piss..." I finished, wiped, and stood up to try pulling my thong back up, however Jeff seemed to have other plans, for as I began to reach down to grab at my thong that rested about my ankles, he gripped onto my dress, hiking it and pushing me to lean against the counter, face forwards. I was pissed by this point, I came in here to pee and now am being manhandled by Jeff, just great. Protesting again, this time more seriously, "I really don't think Bob would like this Jeff.." He laughed, "Hey, he said if I gave him some cash, I could do whatever I wanted to you. Well, I made good on my end of the deal, now it's time for you to do the same." I cringed, scared of what the hell he had in mind exactly, I had heard stories from a few of his ex's about how he was rough, having done a little heavy petting with him myself, I could attest to his roughness factor. I pushed myself back on my hands in attempt to knock him over or at least through him off balance, no luck either way as I only seemed to piss him off. He responded by giving a hard smack to my asscheeks and gripping onto my ponytail, yanking my head back a little, "Don't be a dumbass. Just go along with this and I promise to not tell everyone in school about it." Nodding as well as I could with my hair being forcefull tugged back, I agreed. With that I could hear him fiddling with his pants, soon letting them drop around his ankles, I could feel him moving around to work his boxers down, erected cock pressed against my ass as I just closed my eyes, waiting. He moved the hair grabbing hand down to grope and squeeze at my breasts, the other pushing me further down against the counter and began rubbing his cock head between my cheeks and down against my pussy. Pulling back, he dripped a little spittle onto his cock and rubbed it around, I was scared yet excitied at the anticipation of feeling him inside of me, doing as he wished. With one hand gripped onto his dick leading it up inside of my tight pussy, the other harshly pressed my torso against the cold marble counter, my eyes occasionally glancing up into the mirror to watch him behind me. As he began to inch more and more into me, I had to fight and bury my face against my forearms to prevent myself from screaming in delight. He paused after getting near halfway in me, and started to pull out, I silently screamed for him to keep going, to keep this naughty feeling going on inside of me. As if he could read minds, or just felt how wet I was steadily becoming, he gave a harsh thrust and buried himself inside of me, I moaned as I could feel my inner walls stretching and trying to accomadate the large intruder. I wasn't given very long to adjust as he began to withdraw nearly to the tip and force it back in fully and roughly with a loud smack of his balls against my upper thighs. I gripped tightly against the faucet spout as the savage pounding persisted. As his fucking grew faster and harder, I had to bite down onto my arm to prevent myself from screaming, my pussy felt as if it would never find mercy. His hands constantly switched from one gripping my hip and the other squeezing my breasts, to vice versa. My breathing deepend, I felt like I was going to explode, soon egging him on to go faster as my hips lifted and began to push back against his humps. "Unn Harder, fuck me harder!" Were the only words I managed to produce. A part of my mind told me to have him stop, but the other portion and my hormones were screaming for him to fuck me to tears. I inhaled sharply as my body began to shudder in orgasm, I knew he had to feel my pussy clenching down against his dick cause quickly after I peaked, his cock twitched within me and sputtered jet after jet of his hot cum up inside. My knees were weak and he pulled back, grabbing a hand towel and wiping the mixed fluids off of his dick, throwing me the towel and buttoned up his pants to walk to the door. "You are a good little fuck slut.. The question now is, you think you can handle everyone else here?" With that, he opened the door, my boyfriend was leaning against the far wall, smiling as another guy's head poked in and spoke back to Bob. "My turn?" I knew this was going to be a long, long night, and I hope somebody had brought the lube.

I was fifteen, it was spring break and my mother, grandmother, aunt, and cousin decided we were headed to Europe. The plane ride to Paris sucked, turbulance and whining kids. So after arriving and sleeping off a bit of jetlag, we all went out to see some of the sites. There was a small family resturant down the street from the hotel we were staying at. A nice place, the main thing that stuck in my mind was all the blue tile on the walls and floor. A little while after we began our meal, I decided to go grab a smoke and draw, maybe wander around a little. I am what you would call a considerate smoker and chose to light up outside, being it was daylight my mother figured I couldn't get into too much trouble by wandering. I walked out to the street and settled on the curb a few windows away from the resturant, lit up a cigarette and began to draw. I had managed a few puffs and a couple pencil lines on the paper when I soon found a canine muzzle shoving itself between my legs. I freaked, the already short skirt I was wearing easily pushed up exposing my pussy. I kept it trimmed, bald around the edges with a small strip down the front. Scared about pissing off the large dog, an excitable great dane, I didn't try shoving its head away. rather tryed to straighten my skirt down. The owner of the dog and his group of friends were laughing, talking to each other in French, trying to talk to me and pull the dog away. Me being American and never taking a foreign language, didn't understand a word. However, when I offered a thanks for getting the dog off of me, they smiled, I knew what had to cross every mind, 'American girl, how fun.' The shaggy haired blonde who I guessed to be the dog's owner, looking to be in his early to mid 20's, was the first to speak, "You are an American?" He didn't seem offended, rather mildly amused, I quickly answered yes, and began to collect my things, last thing I needed was trouble. Boy was that what I got and then some. They talked quickly among themselve, the blonde guy asked if I had any cigarettes left. I lied and told them no, however offered to walk to a stand to get more if they wanted. I'd do anything to spend a little more time with them and keeping them happy, even if it was just buying some smokes. We walked a ways, probably passed three dozen smoke stands, however they nor myself seemed to mind. As we passed a street gallery I heard them talking more and more, laughing and pointing to me, something had to be up. We walked towards a small alleyway, more a loading bay, nothing huge but tucked away. I knew something should have gone off in my brain as they seemed to crowd around me the more we all walked. Before I had much of a chance to change my mind, hands grabbed my upperarms, pulling and pushing me further down the alley. The blonde spoke harshly, telling me to stay quiet, that no one would miss a dumb american slut, and since I had been so stupid to follow them so quickly, he knew that whoever I was traveling with wouldn't know where to begin looking. I kept my mouth shut as we finally reached the ending of the alleyway, crates, cardboard boxes, and those packing peanuts all strewn about. I stopped, the hands turning me about and soon more began to roam about my body. There were four guys and the dog that had gotten me into this mess, all seemingly hungry to try a piece of the young american slut. I was forcefully pushed onto the ground and onto my knees, hands pulling me down further onto all fours. The dog needed no command as it quickly began to sniff and lick at my aching and well wet pussy, one of the guys held the dog back as the others pushed at me to face the panting canine. It's cock was already slipping out of the sheath, thick knot following soon after. A harsh command for me to start sucking was all I really needed, moving to the aroused dog I gripped against the thick shaft as my eyes darted from knot to cock and back again. Moving my head down to wrap my lips against the gently pointed tip, the dog lifted a hindleg, and I continued to press the tip between my lips. I swear I had to moan aloud cause as I downed the cock like the little pro I was, the guys around me started again with the name calling, saying that I liked it and how much of a nasty slut I was. Reluctantly I moved my mouth from the dog, settling once more upon all fours, the thick canine cock quickly found its mark and slid into my taunt, wet hole, massive knot pressing against my opening, yet not entering. I would have screamed had I not bitten down against my lip, the dog pounded away quickly against me, paws scratching a little as he gripped and held at me. Soon then invading, rapidly moving cock exploded within my pussy, the feeling alone of that thickness spreading me open and the burst of hot cum, was enough to send me over the edge. I came. Loud and clear, the dog finishing and dismounting from me and began licking my fluids off its dick. Looking back up to the surrounding guys, panting softly, I knew what I was in for, they each had their cocks out, stroking and looking to me, -fuck.- The shaggy blonde was quick to move closer, his cock soon forced into my mouth. I protested at first, however quickly began sucking him like the canine, he was large, 8 inches, but I choked him down as best I could, my pussy starting to gently ache from the recent pounding and in anticipation to the next. The blowjob didn't last very long as he dropped to his knees and violently pushed his length into my slippery, cum filled pussy. I won't lie, I felt so dirty, but it felt so fucking good to know that I would probably get filled by each of them in turn. He began fucking me, hard and fast, his balls slapping against my upper thighs, hand gripped harshly at my hair. I thought I was going to scream so loud everyone on the street would hear and come running, getting a free show. Of course, there were some that walked by, either they didn't care what was going on or chose not to involve themselves. Blondies harsh poundings soon brought a cunt clenching orgasm, I began pushing back to meet with the pumps in attempt to force him in deeper, if only half an inch. As my inner walls rapidly flexed against his cock, he flooded me as well, a few thick streams of cum oozing out of me as he filled me. As he pulled out, a rush of mixed fluids began to leak, which was quickly plugged up by the next. A cock was fed into my mouth while another pounded me from behind, switching for each to have a turn. I was in bliss, even if I was being a dirty little slut, who cares, I got what I wanted and I am sure they did too. After each had finished they walked me partly back, a walk I'll never forget. My sensitive thighs drenched with cum, occasional splatters hitting the ground as more simply trailed down my skin. I knew people were staring since everyone has that 'just fucked' glow to them after a good round of sex, I guess I just beamed. Settling back on the curb, I could only fantasize about the pounding I had gotten and smile, picking up my sketchbook and lighting a cigarette again.

It was a cold winter morning in January when the State Trooper knocked on Sam Benson’s door; shaking him out of a deep slumber. It was 3:05 A.M. and a light dusting of snow covered the streets. Sam barely heard the words of the Trooper as he explained how the life of his daughter and son-in-law ended on an icy highway early on the first day of the new year. They were on their way home from a company New Year’s party. The Trooper informed Sam that his two small grandchildren had been picked up from the sitter and were in protective custody. Since Sam and his wife, Vera were the only living relatives, the Trooper left Sam with a paper explaining the steps necessary to take charge of the children. Two days later, when the children came to live with their grandparents, Logan was nine, almost ten, and Beth was five. The children knew their grandparents but had not been around them enough to feel comfortable. Once the children were informed of their parents’ death, young Beth clung to her big brother and refused to be separated even for a short time. Logan was equally protective of his little sister. It took almost six months for them to sleep in separate bedrooms. Even then during thunderstorms, Beth would rush to her brother’s room to seek his protection from the loud thunder. After about a year she finally adjusted and began to prefer the privacy of her own room. When Beth entered the first grade, it was difficult for her to be separated from Logan for most of the day. However, young Logan understood his sister’s fears and made it a point to visit her throughout the day when his class schedule permitted. Even though Beth was four years younger than Logan, he tried to include her in everything he did; even if it meant letting her tag along with him when he socialized with friends. Somewhere along the way, Beth began to see Logan as her strong masculine figure. Her Dad was becoming only a fading memory, and Logan was filling that role. By the time Logan graduated from High school, Beth had developed friendships with other guys and gals which helped fill the empty gap that was created when Logan went off to college. Logan tried to ease her separation anxiety by frequently calling or writing letters. He always made it a point to send her a birthday card and a present when he couldn’t make it home for the celebration. He never missed being there for her during the holidays. Logan tried to e-mail or speak directly with her each day he was away. When Logan graduated college, he accepted a commission as a Second Lt. with the U.S. Marine Corp. During his time at boot camp, their contact was limited to weekend phone calls. The Boot Camp separation was followed with three months at Officer’s Candidate School. That was rough on Beth but not nearly as rough as it was when Logan was deployed to Afghanistan for a year. His missions and locations were classified. They went without any contact for weeks and sometimes months. It was a hard time indeed for both of them both. When Logan finished his tour of duty, he returned stateside and was stationed in Southern California at Camp Pendleton, just north of San Diego. Beth was starting her freshman year at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, and they were unable to see each other before he reported for duty at Camp Pendleton. They were now separated by the full width of the U.S. Continent, and Logan promised to visit her at the first opportunity. Beth missed her big brother but was beginning to adjust to life without him. Logan tried to transfer to the Naval Base at Norfolk, but the Marine Corps had other plans for him. He was promoted to Captain and put in command of a company of Marines. He could hear her pain each time they spoke on the phone and assured her he could hop a military transport if she ever needed him. He promised to be there within a few hours if she ever summoned him. When a photo of Beth in her Old Dominion cheerleader outfit arrived in the mail, Logan didn’t recognize her at first. She was taller, slimmer and more filled out than the last remembered. Her long blond hair came down to her shoulders, and her sparkling blue eyes pierced his very soul. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, and he felt uneasy about the way he viewed her now. He felt guilty when his cock became hard while viewing her photo. He kept reciting to himself, "I am an officer and a gentleman." The erection finally went away after some time. He had a moral obligation to remain her protector and had every intention of living up to that obligation. Beth dated Jeff Henderson the first four months of the semester. Jeff is the handsome star quarterback and coeds were always hitting on him. Beth was proud to call him her boyfriend and often fantasized about becoming Mrs. Henderson. That’s why it broke her heart to find that Jeff had a fleeting eye and flirted with most women. He even had sex with a few women behind Beth’s back. When she found out about those other women, the humiliation caused her to break up with him. It was just weeks before the big annual homecoming celebration was to take place. Beth is a cheerleader, and it would be embarrassing for her not to have a date for homecoming. She decided not to attend the dance and fell into a deep depression. Beth’s roommate, Susy Jordan told her she had to attend the homecoming dance because she was a cheerleader. Everyone expected her to be there with a date. Beth and Susy shared a lovely two-bedroom apartment just off campus. Susy suggested Beth find another date and flaunt him around Jeff. The new boyfriend had to be someone spectacular. Someone Jeff would be envious of and jealous to the point of he would be pleading for her to forgive him. Susy reminded Beth that she is a gorgeous young woman that anyone would be proud to be seen with. Beth didn’t think it would be possible to find someone at this late date until a bizarre idea popped into her head. Beth had been adopted by her grandparents to qualify under their health insurance and had taken their last name, Benson. Logan had kept his father’s last name, Miller because he had received coverage through high school and college because he played football. Since they both had different last names, no one would know they were brother and sister. Beth's plan called for her brother, Logan to travel to Virginia and pretend to be her new boyfriend during the Homecoming festivities. For that plan to work Beth couldn’t tell anyone Logan was her brother; not even her roommate, Susy could know. Beth locked herself in the bathroom and called Logan. Logan answered the call on the fourth ring. It took him a few minutes to wake up and collect his thoughts. “Good morning, Baby Sister. What’s so important that you have to call so early in the morning,” Logan asked. Logan had always called her Baby Sister. It was a term of endearment. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Logan. I forgot about the time difference between the East Coast and the West Coast. Would you like for me to call you back later?” "No…No, I can tell by your voice it is something significant. What is it I can do for my favorite Baby Sister?" “I’m your only Baby Sister.” She laughed. “I know, but you are still my favorite person in the whole wide world. What can I do for you on this early autumn morn?” “Oh…Logan, I feel so terrible waking you for this.” She whimpered. “Don’t worry about it, Sis. What do you need?” He is wide awake now, and she can detect it in his voice. “This is going to sound silly, I know, but I need a date for the big homecoming dance next week.” “And this concerns me how?” “I want you to be my date for the homecoming dance.” She cheerfully announced. “Wouldn’t you feel awkward having your big brother take you to a college dance? You’re not a little girl anymore.” “No one would know we are related because we have different last names.” Logan thought for a minute and then said, “You are a beautiful young woman, Beth. Aren’t there plenty of guys at your school who would die for the chance to take you to the dance?” “You don’t WANT to take me?” Logan can hear the anguish in her voice. “No…No, Sis. I would be honored to take you to the dance. I just thought….” Beth cut him off in mid-sentence. “Oh…good, Logan. I knew I could count on my Big Brother.” The cheer was back in her voice. “You need to be here next Friday night. The dance is immediately after the big homecoming football game. I can pick you up at the airport that afternoon, and you can sleep on the couch at my apartment and……” Logan breaks into her diatribe and says, “Wait a minute, Beth. Slow down and take a deep breath. I can’t just rush off without permission from my superiors. I am in the military and have to get permission from my Commanding Officer to leave the base, but I don’t think that will be a problem since I have 30 days leave coming to me. I can probably hop a military transport and be there in a matter of hours. “Oh…goody! Where can I pick you up?” “I’ll have to text you the details. If I can get on a military transport next Friday, you can pick me up at Chambers Field on the Norfolk Naval Base. If I have to take a commercial flight, I will fly into Norfolk International Airport. "Just let me know, Big Brother, and I will meet your flight. I love you so much and can't wait to see you." She was off the phone before he had a chance to change his mind. Beth wasted no time in getting the word out that an old friend from back home was going to be her date for the Homecoming dance. Beth hinted that there had always been a love connection between her and this old friend. She wanted Jeff to be concerned he had lost her for good. There was more truth to that story than Beth really wanted to admit. She had always had a secret fantasy about making love to her big brother. She had always been really careful not to let anyone know. When the flight touched down at Norfolk International, Beth was among the crowd to greet the arriving passengers. She thought her heart would explode when she saw Logan disembark the plane in his Marine Dress Blues. The butterflies in her stomach threatened to make her woozy. She felt he was the most handsome man in the entire terminal. She knew he was her brother, but her body didn’t seem to note the difference and caused her panties to flood. When Logan picked her up in his arms and twirled around in a circle, she almost passed out. Logan had an unusual reaction also. He had to put her down before she and everyone else in the terminal noticed the beginning of an erection. It didn’t help matters that he could see her nipples poking through her sweater. “Sis, this is the first time I have seen you in over a year. I think the last time I saw you in person was at my college graduation. That was almost two years ago.” “I know,” she sighed. “You had to go to that boot camp and then OCS. They shipped you to Afghanistan before we ever had a chance to get together. It is so good to hold you again. I worried about you the whole time you were overseas. I prayed every night that God would bring you home safely. And when you did finally get home, they stationed on the other side of the country." Beth became aware she was nervously babbling when Logan put two fingers to her lips and shushed her. They embraced for another few minutes before heading toward baggage claim to get Logan’s duffle bag. “We can drop your bag at my apartment, and you can change for the dance while we are there,” Beth offered. "I need to check in at the Naval Base first, or the Shore Patrol will be hunting me down. I don’t think it will take long to process my paperwork. However, you can take my bag to your apartment, and I can meet up with you just before the dance.” “Does that mean you won’t be through in time to attend the football game?” "Probably not, but I promise to be there for the dance." “Don’t you want to change into a suit and tie?” “You said you wanted a date that would grab everyone’s attention. What’s more eye-catching than a dashing young Marine Captain in his Dress Blues.?” “You’re right!” She agreed. “That should make Jeff Henderson eat his heart out.” “Exactly!” Logan laughed. “The dance is in the Great Hall on campus. Everyone plans to meet at the Cherry Blossom Lounge across from campus. Please be there no later than ten o’clock. I want to show you off before the dance.” “I promise not to be late,” Logan says. Then tosses his duffle bag in the trunk of Beth’s car. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and then catches a cab to the base. ======== Beth nervously tapped on the hardwood surfaces of the patio bar, her fingernails drumming against the polished finish as she glanced at her watch. Shifting from one foot to the other she sipped her wine realizing she hated waiting for anyone. Where is he? She wondered, glancing at her watch again as she anguished over what was keeping her brother. Logan had promised to meet her at 10 o'clock. It is now five minutes until ten. Beth’s plan is time sensitive and won’t be as effective if Logan arrived after Jeff leaves for the dance with his date. Beth’s roommate, Susy had managed to be Jeff’s date for the dance and promised Beth she would keep him close so he could witness everything going on between Beth and her mystery date. I wonder what's keeping him, Beth ponders, her hand smoothing down the skirt of her formal gown as a warm southern breeze whistles around the open-air bar causing the other patrons to scramble and grab their menus to cover their drinks. Why can’t he be on time? Marines are noted for their timely arrivals, she muses. Her hand holds her skirt in place as the persistent breeze tries to push it up her thighs, exposing her lacy black panties to everyone in the bar. "Beth!" A voice calls out, causing her to look up, a smile crossing her face as she sees her handsome big brother waving to her, moving tenaciously across the crowded patio bar towards her. "See I told you I would be on time,” He smiles. “You look great in that gown, Baby Sister!" He assures her as she stands on tip-toes to embrace him tightly as she whispers in his ear. "Logan, please don’t call me Baby Sister. This won’t work if everyone knows you are my Brother.” “Sorry! My bad,” her brother grins. “But you do look stunning in that gown.” Thanks," Beth smiles, obviously pleased by her brother's compliment. She'd never admitted it to anyone, but she'd always had a bit of a crush on Logan, and had fantasized about her older brother in ways that still brought a shameful blush to her cheeks. "You look good too," she assured him, trying not to think about how good he really looks to her right now. "So, do you have your dancing shoes on?" She asks Logan as she leads him to a nearby table. The patio was littered with heavy wrought iron tables with glass tops. The tables had to be heavy to keep the wind from tossing them about. "Absolutely!” He answered. “I plan to dazzle everyone as I move around the dance floor with my Cinderella tonight.” The waiter suddenly appears at their table, politely waiting for their drink order. Beth is surprised when her brother orders a beer, thinking he would have chosen a more sophisticated drink, but finds herself following suit and ordering another glass of wine. They are soon chatting away, talking about anything and everything as they sip their cocktails, and catch up on each other’s life. They quickly finish the first round, and a second round appears on the table almost before either one of them had realized their glasses were empty. The liquor eased their inhibitions, and both were feeling things inside they tried to deny. Beth slyly checked to make sure Jeff was still in the bar witnessing her interactions with the handsome Marine. As Beth sipped at her third glass of wine, she found herself studying her brother, seeing him more as a man, a relatively attractive man who just so happened to be related to her. Her dialogue became friendlier, flirtier as she sipped at the wine. Finishing her third glass, she was feeling a slight buzz and began to ask herself why she had never acted on her fantasies, her desires for him? Was it what she really wanted or was it the alcohol driving her incestuous thoughts at the moment? She is tempted to make an enticing move to see how he reacts? Logan noticed the change in his little sister, seeing how the wine was affecting her, how she was looking at him, and it brought a tingling to his balls. He'd always known that Beth secretly admired him, but now it is beginning to appear more than just admiration. Her smile seems to project sexual overtones. Logan feels sure that his little sister would never admit her desires to want him sexually, but the alcohol seems to be lowering her inhibitions. He is tempted to make a move on her and see where it leads. Suddenly he is gripped with doubt. What if it is his own desires to have Beth, but not hers to want him like that? He worried about what would happen if he initiated something if he'd made the first move and she rebuffed him. He didn’t want to risk destroying their relationship. However, all the signs are there inviting him to act. He had dated enough women to recognize a lustful desire in their actions. The way she looks at him. The way she casually touches him. It all pointed toward her wanting him as much as he wanted her. His cock started to swell again, and he began reciting over and over to himself, "I am an officer and a gentleman." Thank goodness the erection went away before she became aware. There was another sudden gust of strong wind, an unpredictable warm breeze, that was the facilitator he needed. The warm autumn wind is suddenly whipping up again, catching the hem of Beth's formal gown and causing it to billow up. The persistent breeze pushed it up above her sexy hips, exposing her legs and just a hint of her black lace panties. Logan turned his head, shielding his eyes with his hand from the wind and discovered that he can peer down through the glass table top at one of the most alluring sites he'd ever seen. He found himself glued to the site. His eyes are running up his sister's exposed legs, tracing over the lacy edge of her black panties. Those panties look nice against her smooth cream colored thighs. Her panties look very sexy and expensive, he finds himself wondering if she wore them just for him. He licks his lips instinctively as he ogled his sister's unique treasures. Beth gasped as the wind kicked up, her hand going to push her skirt down when she noticed where Logan was looking, a small shock of excitement ran through her as she realizes her big brother is staring at her legs; more specifically at her panties! Could he be interested? Beth wondered to herself, as she bites her lip. At that moment she wonders whether she could tease more of a commitment out of her brother. Only one way to find out, she thought to herself, slowly spreading her legs slightly, her hand gripping the hem of her skirt, making it look like she is trying to straighten her dress when she is really pulling it out of the way, to give Logan a better view. Logan's mouth shifted into a smile as he stared at his sister's panties, glad that the wind was wreaking havoc on her wardrobe, giving him this splendid opportunity to admire her lacy black panties as she struggled to fix her dress. Very lovely indeed, Logan nodded to himself. His eyes were intently running over the black lace, the prominent camel toe, the slightly see-through fabric as Beth's legs opened slightly; treating him to a lovely view of the blond pubic patch between her creamy thighs. The alcohol is in control now, and Logan is no longer trying to hide his lust as his eyes travel over her mound, committing to memory the shape of her sex outlined by her panties. He's definitely interested, Beth exclaimed happily in her head, watching her brother's gaze as he stared at her crotch, watching the change in his eyes as she spread her legs a little wider. I know you like what you see, Logan, she tells herself as her brother tried not to be so obvious. Her body is screaming, now come and get it, big brother. Take what you want. A rushing feeling of excitement washed down through her body, the warm, pleasant eagerness centering in her vagina. Oh my, God. I'm getting wet just from him looking at me, she marveled, shifting in her seat a little, slumping down in the chair to push her panty covered vagina closer to her brother's ogling eyes. God, I want to pull those panties off of her and lick that lovely young pussy for days, Logan admits to himself, wondering how she'd taste as he licked his lips once more. I need to know, I need to find out, he assured himself, knowing that no matter what he had to find a way to have her. His cock swells again, and he is jolted back to reality. He starts his mental mantra over again, “I am an officer and a gentleman. I am an officer and a gentleman.” It takes a while, but it works. "We should... we should get going," Logan suggests even though his head is telling to stay and continue to feast on her womanhood. "The dance should be starting soon.” "Oh, yeah," Beth agrees, smoothing her skirt back down, hiding her panties from her brother once more. She apparently wants him as much as he wants her. Will this be the long-awaited coupling, she hopes? Beth wondered to herself. Will he really do it with her even though they are brother and sister? If he doesn't initiate something, I'll make a move, she promised herself as she stood up, waiting for her brother to take her hand. ========= The dance was going strong as the clock struck midnight. After several alcoholic drinks, the music from the DJ was still going strong, and pairs of dancers covered the floor. Logan and Beth have totally lost all inhibitions and were dancing to a slow song from the '60s; a song that allowed Logan to hold his sister closely. Her hands were wet with perspiration as she felts his erection push into her thigh. She ground her vagina hard against his cock; not caring who saw them. After all, no one knows they are brother and sister. Soon Jeff can take it no longer and took Susy’s hand to lead her a few feet away from his ex-girlfriend and her mystery date. Jeff had to speak loudly into Susy’s ear to be heard over the music, “Look at Beth and her date.” Susy looked over to see Beth grinding against Logan. The pair seemed engrossed in each other. Jeff saw her look over at Beth and he didn’t want to appear jealous. He spoke into Susy’s ear. “It almost gives me ideas; doesn’t it give you ideas also?” Susy looked at him and smiled, the plan was working. Jeff appeared to be jealous of Logan and his openly sexual moves with Beth. Susy felt Jeff’s hands on her butt as he guided her crotch against his hard cock. Susy bit her lip as she seemed to fit perfectly pressed into his body as they moved to the music together. Susy enjoyed the feeling of being close to Jeff. She was beginning to wonder if she can go through with the plan without falling for Jeff herself. After a few slow songs, a very fast paced tune came on the speakers. Logan turned up his movements and began running his hands up and down Beth’s torso. He wraps his arms around Beth’s waist and pulls her perky little ass into his throbbing cock. He burrows his hardness into her ass crack. Beth started to swerve her hips faster and harder into his cock, and let her arms drift up around Logan’s head. She unconsciously pulled his head closer to hers, and in an instant, Beth felt his lips meet her neck. She felt like she couldn’t breathe as he kissed her neck and slowly moved up to her ear. At that instant, she decided to meet him halfway. Their lips connected. Logan spun her around, and they continued their kiss. Her lips parted to let his tongue in, and while they kissed, Beth felt like the party had stopped around them. She had often dreamed of his lips on hers. Now that it was actually happening, she could hardly breathe. Her panties were so wet a slight trickle seeped down her thigh. When they finally broke apart for a moment, Beth felt her head spinning somewhat, whether from the drinks she had been drinking or the kiss her brother gave her; she didn’t know. She looked around to see Susy and Jeff locked together, kissing more aggressively than she had ever seen in public. Susy and Jeff seemed to be enjoying their time together. Most everyone else that was paired up on the dance floor seemed to be exclusive, with some groups of singles together enjoying themselves. Logan steered Beth into him to start dancing again, and she gladly did so. However, as she began to grind into Logan’s hips, she felt his cock beginning to grow harder under his Marine Uniform. He made a quick adjustment and continued grinding. For a second Beth didn’t know what to do, but in the end, she just focused on his hardness, rubbing her vagina harder on it, and occasionally turning around to press her ass into her brother. For his part, Logan eagerly guided her ass into his cock. For the rest of the evening, he decided to forget about being an Officer and a Gentleman. They danced and kissed and dry fucked their way to the end. Sometime around two o’clock, the DJ began to pack his gear, and most couples began to make their way out of the great hall. "This was fun," Beth expressed to her brother as they winded their way across the dance floor, Logan letting her proceed him as they navigated between the tables. "Yes, it was," Logan agreed, his eyes traced down his sister's backside, focusing on her small but perfectly shaped little ass, watching it jiggle as she walked in front of him. His cock was pushing hard against his trousers. He had to keep his hand in his pocket to hold it in place. He didn’t want it openly bulging until he was at least alone with his sister. "We should have gone out together like this sooner," Beth remarks as Susy and Jeff joined them on the sidewalk. They were all still slightly intoxicated, and Beth found herself wanting more time alone with Logan. The two couples paused unsure what to do next. No one wanted this night to end, and Logan searched his mind for a way to prolong it without being too obvious. Everyone was relieved when Susy suggested they all go back to the apartment for a nightcap. They arrived back at the apartment around 3 A.M. and continued where they had left off on the dance floor. Logan swept Beth into his arms and began tongue fucking her mouth. The apartment had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Jeff and Susy disappeared into Susy’s bedroom without another word. Beth took her brother by the hand and led him down the hall toward her bedroom. Beth paused and looked at her brother and said, “Are you good with sleeping in here with me tonight?” She was praying she hadn’t misread the situation and hoped he would accept her open offer of sex. After all, they had been publicly dry fucking on the dance floor for most of the evening. Why wouldn’t he want to do it for real in the privacy of his sister’s bedroom? Logan held the door open for her as she walked in, then closed it behind her and locked it. He wrapped her in his arms and planted a kiss on her that she felt deep in her loins. Beth closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed silently in her bedroom for several minutes, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s body. Logan broke away from the kiss, removed and neatly folded his uniform jacket. Then his next move was to unzipped Beth formal gown and let it slide to the floor. He stood marveling at her sexy black bra and panties. She, in turn, began to unbutton his uniform shirt. Then moved quickly to unbuckle his trousers. The trousers fell to the floor, and Logan bent to retrieve them, to neatly fold them as he was taught by the Marine Corp, but Beth stopped him and pushed him toward the bed. They resumed their passionate kissing. After a minute Beth asked him to unfasten her bra. He did so immediately and devoured one of her nipples. She scrambled to remove his t-shirt and then sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. Logan had never had a woman do that and almost dumped his load on her thigh. Beth pushed her brother onto his back and stripped her brother’s boxer shorts from his hips. His cock slapped her in the face, and she took it into her wet mouth. Beth swirled her tongue around the head and then took it deep into her throat. Logan wondered where in the hell did his little sister learn to suck cock like that. She bobbed her head only a few times before he flooded her mouth with cum. She swished it around in her mouth then swallowed every drop. He looked her over, then grinned. “You’re really damn gorgeous, and to think you are my little sister.” Beth leaned forward and gave Logan a quick peck on the lips, before removing her panties and pulling his face into her pussy. Beth closed her eyes and let herself relax to Logan’s active tongue. He wondered how in the hell his little sister had learned to be such an experienced lover. He had no way of knowing she had been with only a few lovers before him, but she had choreographed these moves in her head ever since she first dreamed of having sex with her big brother. Logan didn’t have much experience eating a woman’s pussy. He had shied away from that until now because he had always heard that a woman’s pussy smelled like fish and tasted salty. To his surprise, Beth’s pussy did not fall into those categories. Her pussy had the musky smell of an aroused woman, and her pussy had a clean taste; almost tasteless. He felt he could eat her pussy several times a day for the rest of his life. Beth had her legs draped over his shoulders, his hands cupped her ass to his face and her heels were planted in the small of his back. When he licked near a sensuous area, she would arch her back and push her pussy tight against his tongue. Logan licked up one side then the other before shoving his tongue into her canal where he found the walls felt like fine silk. The inner walls of her vagina were the smoothest thing he had ever felt. Logan licked all around until he stumbled onto her clit. He didn't exactly stumble onto her clit. It was more like she guided him to that sensitive little nub. It wasn’t long before Logan felt her thighs begin to tremble and her back arched as she pressed against his assaulting tongue and squealed at the top of her lungs. Her orgasm hit like a spring thunderstorm. Beth exploded into ecstasy. She saw flashes of light like summer lightning and heard her heart drumming in her ears like claps of thunder. The juices that flooded Logan’s tongue were delicious. He wanted more and continued to vigorously attack her clit searching for more of her sweet nectar. After a few minutes, she pushed his mouth away and begged for him to let her rest. She had so much pleasure she was having a tough time breathing, her only breaths coming in short, and probably loud, moans. Logan only added to her intense pleasure by pushing a finger into her ass hole. No one had ever touched her ass hole like that. Logan’s finger pushed in all the way into her anus to the third knuckle, then withdrew. She knew she had already cum several times, but as her next orgasm built, she knew it was going to be more intense than any in the past. Her legs tensed, her back arched and her hands grabbed the covers. Her moans were louder and more irregular. Logan sensed her orgasm was going to be powerful, so he added another finger inside her tight virgin anus. Beth finally exploded in her biggest orgasm yet, and then fell back utterly limp on the bed, catching her breath, and noticing for the first time she was covered in a subtle sheen of sweat. Beth’s moans were deafening now, and she couldn’t care less who heard as Logan’s tongue swirled around her clit once more, and his finger probed away inside her ass, getting faster the whole time. She had another orgasm and stifled a scream as her back arched in the air. Logan had to take a short break to pull her back down to earth. He held her hips in a death grip while she recovered. Logan kissed his way up her stomach, stopping to circle her belly button with his tongue before engulfing a hard nipple. She squealed again as another orgasm swept her body. Beth pulled his lips to hers and probed deep into his mouth with her tongue. Logan took this opportunity to ease his cock into her wet pussy, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Logan pushed his cock in as far as it would go and held it there for a moment. As he started to withdraw, she locked her heels under his buttocks and pulled him back in. They fell into a rhythm. He would withdraw all but the head of his cock, and she would use her legs to pull him back. She had another orgasm and then tried to quicken the pace. Logan began to slam into his sister's pussy like a jackhammer. They both broke into a sweat, and their bodies quickly became wet and slippery. Logan could feel a massive orgasm boiling in his balls. The closer it got to boiling over the faster he pumped. Beth could feel her next orgasm on the horizon and began to scream. “Oh my, God I am cummmmming,” she screams. “Fuck your baby sister, big brother. Fuck her like there is no tomorrow. Shoot your hot cum deep into my pussy! I love you so much, big brother! Fuck me harder, fuck me faster!” At that moment Logan’s orgasm exploded. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming baby sister. I’m flooding your sweet pussy with my cum. I love you so much baby sister. Oh my God, this is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me." Beth cried out as she felt her brother's hot seed flood her womb, his cock seeming to grow more prominent, and harder as he held himself deep inside her. The sensations were enough to push her over the edge again, her body sagging slightly as it was racked by yet another but wonderful orgasm. All the energy drained from her body. She was totally exhausted. She held her brother tightly as they trembled and shook through the most amazing mutual orgasm. There was total silence in the apartment. The only sound they heard was the clock ticking the kitchen. They didn’t know if Jeff and Susy had heard their declarations of love. And frankly didn’t care if they had. They had each other now, and no one else in the world mattered. Logan grabbed the sheets and threw them over himself and Beth, and Beth snuggled her body closer her big brother. Their bodies intertwined, and the pair drifted off to sleep; off into the most beautiful relaxed sleep. When they awoke the next morning and ventured into the kitchen, they found Jeff and Susy locked in an embrace by the stove. Jeff and Susy smiled and greeted them with a good morning. Jeff and Susy looked at them with suspicion, however, neither ever said anything about what they may have heard during the night from Beth and her old friend from back home. Logan and Beth are almost sure the couple knows their secret and wonder what will happen when others learn of their incestuous coupling. Jeff and Susy become an item after that night. Logan spent the next thirty day of his leave in bed with his sister. They would break for brief periods for meals and for Beth to attend classes. Plans were made for Beth to visit the base in California during summer break and every holiday in between. Logan and Beth continued to present themselves as boyfriend and girlfriend. When Beth graduates from Old Dominion, they plan to marry and live as husband and wife.

The Things We Do at Home - part 4 An Original true story by Starrynight. It took me a while to get all the facts straight for this chapter. Thanks Jessica and Chris. Hope you enjoy. A refreshing numbness made Jessica smile as she woke up in the morning, before even opening her eyes. She was in that brief blissful state, moments before consciousness, but when she opened her eyes, her smile quickly evaporated, and the sickening sensation in her stomach returned. She closed her eyes, praying for sleep to take her back, but it was no use, she would have to start the first day of the rest of her life knowing she had sex with her brother. Chris woke up late, the knot in his stomach from the previous night still there. He wasn't trembling anymore, the initial shock of his acts worn off, but it did little to help his shame and disgust. He refused to leave his room, taking a quick trip to the bathroom only when it became unbearable. Other than that, he stayed in his room, the thought of his act erasing his appetite. As Jessica finally dragged herself out of bed, her mind still running, she told herself there was nothing else to do. She went down to eat, but kept to herself all through the day, staying mostly quiet when she was around her mother and uncle. She was relieved when she didn't run into Chris, and as she came to grab a quick lunch, her mother expressed her worry. A sickening wave shot through Chris as a knock on his door came that afternoon. He was in bed, mindlessly looking at his phone, and grunted an incoherent approval before the door opened. "Chris honey, are you okay?" His mother asked worried and looked at him from the door. "Not feeling too well." He lied and watched her as she stepped over. She took a seat on the bed next to him, and Chris could smell the scent of her perfume as she put the back of her hand on his forehead. "Oh dear." His mother said worried, and Chris found himself glancing at her cleavage. "I don’t think you have a fever." She said sounding relieved and Chris turned his head away, disgusted with himself. "I'll be fine mom; I just need some rest." He said weakly. "Do you want me to bring you anything to eat?" she asked, and Chris shook his head. She gave him another studying look, placed her hand tenderly on his shoulder, then left. Chris rubbed his eyes, cursing, and pulled the covers on, hoping to fall asleep. "Is Chris alright?" Shawn asked around the dinner table, when it was just his sister, niece, and him. "He's not feeling well." Laura said and looked over at her daughter. "Are you feeling alright honey? You've been awfully quiet today." She asked. "I'm fine mom, just a little tired maybe." Jessica lied and took a few more bites of dinner. She heard her mother and uncle talk, their voices drowning out, and kept thinking about her brother. Laying alone in bed, with nothing better to do, Jessica sought out refuge by reading erotica. She wasn't particularly horny, but she needed the distraction. She started going over sex stories and was hit with a pang of disgust every time there was an incest story about brother and sister. Thinking back to all the incest stories she read, she realized there was no way that any of them were real, even the ones that claimed so. She went over the disgustingly hot tales portrayed there and found herself thinking what people would say about her own life, her own story. Jessica settled on a more romantic, boy meets girl, story. It was sweet and tender, like young love can be, and as the story progressed, got more intense. She thought about her awkward first time as the story described the couple losing their virginity to each other. It was a long story, and by the time she was done, it was already late, and she was tired. The following day, after Jessica finished eating breakfast, and as she was climbing up the stairs, she glimpsed her brother entering the bathroom. Her eyes caught his just as he got to the door, and he had a shameful expression as he quickly vanished inside. Jessica sighed to herself, a flush creeping to her face, and entered her room, wondering what she could do. Chris's shame, though somewhat lesser, was still burning inside him on the second day. It was two days since his sister and he did the unthinkable, and it still made his stomach churn. Yesterday, he didn't leave his room unless he absolutely had to, and he had gone down to grab something to eat only when it was late. Today, he knew he had to eat, and waited until his sister was back in her room before he climbed down the stairs. "Are you feeling better sweetie?" Laura asked her son as he walked into the kitchen. "Yeah, a little better." Chris said in a hoarse voice and made for the fridge. "Good, I'm glad." Laura said with a sympathetic smile and studied her son as he made himself breakfast. They sat in silence around the table as Chris ate, Laura going over some old newspaper recipe clippings. She looked up occasionally, studying her son, but said nothing, only glad that he was feeling better. Jessica finally built up the nerve and went back to reading incest stories. She still could not bring herself to read brother and sister stories, but she did find that her libido was back to itself as she read a story about two cousins having sex. She played with herself, touched and fingered, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as her first orgasm hit her, making her toes curl under the covers. Chris knew he would have to face his sister eventually and decided it was better to do it sooner than later. His heart raced and his face flushed as he climbed down the stairs for dinner that evening. His sister was already sitting at the table, and the knot in his stomach tightened as she looked up at him. "Feeling better champ?" Uncle Shawn asked as his nephew took a seat. "A little." Chris croaked and looked at his sister from the edge of his vision. He talked little, but ate quite a bit, realizing that he barely ate anything over the past day. He nodded his approval once or twice, grunted it a third time, and quickly made his way up to his room when they were finished. Jessica was nervous as she stood outside her brother's room later that night. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a size too big, and loose yoga shorts. She took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. She waited for an answer, but nothing came so she took a deep breath and knocked again, a little louder. "Yeah." Chris squeaked nervously as someone knocked on his door. He put down his phone and watched the door opening. When he saw his sister standing there, a small wave of nausea hit him. "Jess, please go." He said in a weak, tired voice. "I have to show you something." Jessica said in a small apologetic voice. Her entire demeanor was humbled, remorseful, a little shy even. "Don't, just go, please." Chris said, barely able to look at her. "I think it might help you feel a little better about…about…what happened…." She said. "I don't think there is anything that could help me feel better, unless you have some drugs." Chris said, not sounding like he was joking. "It'll just take a sec, then I'll leave. I promise." Jessica said earnestly. "Fine, what is it?" Chris snapped, knowing that he would be rid of his sister faster that way. "Give me your phone." Jessica said. Her brother looked at her surprised but unlocked it and handed it to her, nonetheless. He watched her look at the screen, typing away, then handed it back to him. "What the hell is this?" Chris asked alarmed and confused. "It's an erotic stories site. Try reading some of the stories on it." Jessica said, blushing. "What? Why would I do that?" Chris asked, still puzzled. "I know it might sound weird but just try reading a few stories, make sure to look at the top-rated ones." She said. "How will that help?" Chris asked, looking up at his sister, the image of her moaning naked body under his suddenly flashing through his mind. "I can’t say for sure that it will but try." Jessica said hopeful. She gave her brother a final look, then turned around and left as fast as she could. She felt nervous tears fill her eyes as she closed her own bedroom door behind her, breathing heavily. It had been two days, but she still could not accept it happened, could not believe she did that with her own little brother. Chris stared at his phone speechless for a few more minutes after his sister left his room. He didn't understand any of it and blinked down at the screen. His entire body tensed, and upon noticing it, he tried to relax, exhaling in slow breaths. He didn't understand why his sister brought up a sex stories site on his phone and hadn't the slightest idea why she thought it would help. He sat there staring, until the initial shock wore off, then out of curiosity, started scrolling down. As Chris looked over the titles of the stories, he didn't see what the big deal was. He never entered a site like this before, but looking at the latest published stories, everything looked disgustingly expectable. He brought his right hand up and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger, then looked back at his phone and clicked on the top-rated stories section. Chris raised an eyebrow as he read the first title, the highest rated story. He was also surprised as he went over the second title, and after seeing the third, fourth and fifth titles, his eyes went wide. "WTF!" he mouthed to himself as he continued going down the list, shocked. He could not believe it and looked at the number of views next to a random story, then scrolled back up, shocked. In the top-rated stories section of the site, the stories were all about incest. Out of what Chris assumed were thousands of stories, maybe even more, the ones people considered the best were incest stories, with millions of reads. Chris could not believe it as he scrolled down the list a second time, reading the short summaries under each one. There were stories of cousins having sex, of mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, and so many more combinations. He felt a pang of uneasiness every time he saw a story about brother and sister, feeling of disgust along with a barely unnoticeable sliver of arousal. They were all popular, every disgusting incestuous combination possible, but brother and sister, was right there at the top. Chris put down the phone, his head spinning as he processed what he was seeing. He found himself wondering if some of the stories could be real, and quickly picked up the phone. He scanned the titles again, and his heart skipped a beat every time he saw "true story" written next to one of the titles. He told himself he was not going to read any of them, that they were all disgusting, but in the end he couldn't resist. He clicked on a highly rated story about father and daughter and started reading. The next day, Jessica was surprised to see her brother around the table, joining her for a late breakfast. It was just the two of them, and they barely exchanged two words, but Chris seemed much more composed then he had the day before. She wondered if he read any of the stories, and if they affected him the way she hoped, but was too embarrassed to ask him about it. Disgusting thoughts ran through Chris's mind as he read story after story of taboo acts. It was clear most of them weren't real, it was easy to tell who was writing from experience, but even the fictional ones got to him. He read stories about cousins hooking up, fathers screwing daughters and mothers fucking sons. In many of the fictional stories Chris thought he could spot a longing in one of the characters. A nephew with an unrealistic crush on his aunt, a father fantasizing about his hot daughter, or a virgin son spying on his mother. The stories were getting him incredibly aroused and he found himself stroking his cock without even noticing. That night, Jessica was laying on her bed texting her friends and boyfriend. Her boyfriend was being nasty again, and after texting for a few minutes he asked for her to send him a sexy picture. Jessica knew she shouldn’t, but she was bored, and the thought of it excited her. It was a warm night, the open window letting in a gentle breeze, and Jessica smiled to herself as she pulled her t-shirt and shorts off. She was wearing red cotton panties and a blue bra, and enjoyed the warm air caressing her bare skin as she laid back down. She looked down at her boyfriend's lewd text request and opened the camera on her phone. A sneaky smile spread across her face as she lowered the camera until it caught her body from her neck down. She studied herself in the screen, then slid her free hand down her chest. She hooked her free index finger into the cup of her bra, and before she would regret it, pulled it down and snapped a picture. Jessica smiled to herself shyly as she looked at her picture on the phone. She looked so sexy, her right tit exposed, and her nipple looking so cute. She gave it another thought, thinking maybe she shouldn't, then clicked send quickly, giggling to herself. She waited for her boyfriend to text back, but after not receiving a response for a few seconds, she resumed texting one of her friends. When her boyfriend finally texted back, she quickly turned back to their conversation, curious. "Oh god!" Jessica giggled in amusement, shaking her head as she opened the picture her boyfriend sent her. It was a close-up of his hard dick, his hand around his shaft. It was covered in cum, running down his shaft, on his fingers, and splattered around the base. 'You’re so nasty.' Jess texted him with devil emojy and didn’t admit to herself that it turned her on. 'Miss you babe.' Her boyfriend wrote. 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard when this all ends.' He added. Jessica looked down at his text a little disgusted. She wasn't surprised by what he wrote, but it made her wonder, yet again, if she should end things with him. After going through some social media, Jessica couldn't resist a good sexy story. She entered an erotica site and browsed until deciding on a story. It was about a guy having sex with his stepmother and stepsister, and she lapped it up, finishing it forty minutes later. The warm night and the hot story were making Jessica hot and sweaty, and she needed a drink of water. She reached for the water bottle on her nightstand and was frustrated to find it empty. She sighed, sitting up, and took a deep breath. Jessica was still just in bra and panties as she got to her feet. It was late, she was getting tired, and she needed a drink of water. She stared down at her shirt and pants, feeling too lazy to pick them up, and decided to go down dressed like she was, figuring it was late enough. Jessica quietly opened her door, her water bottle in hand and looked at her brother's door. Light was seeping from the crack under the door, and she wondered what he was doing as she turned to go. The wooden stairs creaked under her bare feet as she slowly descended, one hand on the railing. She cringed with each step, feeling nervous, as the quiet creaks thundered in the dead silence of the night. She exhaled in relief when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen. The sound of the running water, bubbling as they poured into Jessica's water bottle, filled the still night. Jessica did not bother turning the lights on, and jumped, freighted when everything went bright. "Oh sorry." Shawn mumbled as his niece squeaked in surprise when he entered the kitchen. The light blinded him for a moment, but a flush crept up on him as soon as his vision adjusted. "Oh my god, uncle Shawn!" Jessica said in a high-pitched voice as she turned around surprised. "What are you doing here?" she asked, staring at her uncle. "Same as you are…I guess." Shawn mumbled as he looked at his barely clothed niece. They were both scarcely dressed as they looked at each other awkwardly. Jessica was wearing only bra and panties, and Shawn could not look away from her perfect teenage body. He studied her long smooth legs, her flat stomach, the curve of her hips and the shape of her cupped breasts. She was his sister's daughter, but she grew up into such a sexy little minx, and he was quickly getting excited. Jessica returned his gaze, looking at her uncle as he stood in front of her in just a pair of loose grey boxers and nothing else. She looked over his smooth chest, down his stomach and over his sexy abs. She could see his package clearly outlined in his boxers, and quickly turned around blushing. "Sorry, I didn't think anybody would be up this late." Jessica said, blushing. She turned back to fill her bottle and folded one arm across her chest. "Yeah, me neither." Chris said as he scratched the back of his head guiltily. He tried to shift his boxers, to make his semi-erect penis less noticeable, and couldn't look away from Jessica's young ass, looking so good in the panties. They stared at each other awkwardly as Jessica filled her water while her uncle grabbed a glass. When she was done, she moved aside, screwing on the cap while Shawn poured himself some water. They exchanged an awkward goodnight, then walked back to their rooms. Shawn was unable to resist a final glance at his niece's sexy behind, swaying seductively as she climbed the stairs and he turned around casually, biting his lower lip. He thought she didn't notice, but she did. Jessica reached her room flustered, embarrassed by the encounter with her uncle. It wasn't the first time he saw her in her bra and panties since he came to stay with them, but with him wearing only boxers, it was awkward. Jessica found herself thinking back to a story she read, about uncle having sex with his niece, and instead of the thought disgusting her, it might have turned her on, making her blush. She picked up her phone and started looking for a sex story about uncle and niece to read before going to sleep. The same world of sexual stories that Jessica had come to enjoy was now open to her brother. He entered it timidly, dipping his toes in, but it didn’t take long for him to dive in. He was shocked and disgusted as he discovered how many people enjoyed tales about incest, but also turned on. The night his sister introduced him to it, he started reading. At first it was mostly stepfamily, but with every story he would read something a little nastier. He continued to stories about fathers and daughter, then mothers and sons, trying his best not to think about his own mother, and only after a full day of reading, did he read his first brother sister story. It was incredible for Chris, as he read, to think how screwed-up people were. He was amazed that so many fathers imagined having sex with their daughters, sons wanted their mothers, and brothers and sisters fantasized about each other. His mind kept wandering, thinking about Jessica as he read the first brother sister story, and when he finished it hit him that he was one of those screwed-up people. He was even worse because he didn't fantasize about having sex with his sister, he actually did it. By the end of the third day of reading, Chris's mind was in turmoil. He had just finished reading a story about two brothers fucking their sister, and his dick was throbbing in his pants. His mind naturally went to Jessica and what they did, and he noticed the thought didn't sicken him as much as it did the previous times. Suddenly, the question she asked him the other night, made much more sense. After reading all those stories, he couldn’t help but wonder the exact same thing. Jessica woke up the next morning with a naughty smile on her face. She threw on a light tube top and some yoga shorts and washed up before going downstairs. Her mother was in the living room organizing old albums, and Jessica bid her good morning as she fixed herself a light breakfast. "Morning." Chris mumbled as he joined her around the table a few minutes later. He was wearing a white t-shirt, shorts, and looked sleepy. He yawned as he grabbed a plate and some toast and joined his sister around the table. They talked a little as they ate breakfast together, more than they have for the past days, then returned to their rooms to another day of quarantine. Chris was in his room reading, deep into one of the stories. It was a story about a family living on a remote farm where the parents decided to take each of their children's virginities once they turned eighteen. It was a disgusting concept when he first read it, mother taking her sons' virginities and father taking his daughters', but as soon as he started reading it, it was so hot, he could not stop. He was already on the fourth chapter, reading with one hand in his pants, stroking his hardon. A frustrated groan escaped Chris's lips as his excitement got the better of him. He did not mean for it to happen, but the story was so hot, he stroked himself over the edge. He sensed it was too late to stop, the blissful pleasure hitting him, and continued stroking. He awkwardly tried to pull his shorts down with his free hand, leaving just his boxers on, and grunted as he started cumming. He whimpered with pleasure, still lost in the incestuous world of the story, and looked down at his boxers as he filled them with sperm. The warm batter shot out, staining the fabric, covering his hand, crotch and cock. Chris continued stroking himself, the pleasure too great to feel disgust until it was all over. Chris shook his head, looking down at the mess he made, and was mad at himself for his lack of self-control. He was glad that at least he managed to pull his shorts down in time, keeping them from getting stained with cum, but was still frustrated about his boxers. He pulled them down, grabbed a handful of tissues, and wiped his hand and crotch. He cursed silently as he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and put them on, pulling on his shorts, then went back to read the rest of the story. The music was blasting into Jessica's ears while she relaxed on her bed listening to it. She did not hear the knocking on her door and jumped when she opened her eyes to see her brother standing in the doorway staring at her. She paused the music and removed the earphones before sitting up. "Sorry, I knocked." Chris said as he looked at Jessica nervously. "That's okay." Jessica said, looking at her younger brother unsure. "Did you want something?" she asked. "Yeah, can we talk?" Chris said quietly and took a step in. "Um…okay." Jessica said surprised. It was early evening and her mother and uncle were downstairs, wide awake. "Is it about…you know?" she asked quietly. "Uh hu." Chris said nodding and entered her room, closing the door behind him. "I started reading the…stories you told me to, and I really have to talk to you about it." Chris said, taking a step closer to his sister. "Okay, but let's try and keep our voices down. I wouldn't want mom or uncle Shawn overhearing us." Jessica said in a hushed tone and gestured her brother to the chair next to her. "So, what did you think?" Jessica asked, whispering, studying her brother. "At first I couldn’t believe it. I mean, it's crazy…all those stories…about…you know…" Chris whispered back. "I know," Jess said "I was shocked too at first." She added. "Do you think any are really true?" "I think most aren't but some for sure are." Chris said confidently. "Can you believe how many of them there are? How many people read them? I never thought so many people thought or…fantasized, about doing stuff like that." "Yeah, It's crazy." Jessica admitted, glad to be able to talk to her brother about this, especially after what happened. "Did it make you…um…feel any different about… what we did?" Jessica asked her brother nervously. "Ye..yeah…may…maybe…I don't know." Chris mumbled, turning red. "What we did was really fucked up, and I thought we were really fucked up for doing it, but now, seeing so many stories about people who want to do it, and some even doing it for real…I don't know what I feel." Chris said in a hushed tone, the frustration clear from his voice. "I do get why you asked me that question though." Chris added after a pause. "What question?" Jessica asked, not understanding what he was referring to. "The other night, before we…you asked me if I thought incest was really that bad." Chris said and Jessica nodded. "I was really surprised and like…disgusted when you asked me, not sure how you could even think it, but now, I get why you did." Chris said nervously. "And…do you still think it's that bad?" Jessica asked, her voice weak and small. "I really don't know." Chris admitted, looking deep into her eyes. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments, like they were trying to read each other's minds. "Are we good now?" Jessica finally asked, almost afraid of the answer. "Yeah, I guess we are. At least as good as we can ever be after doing what we did." He answered her. She smiled at him, relieved, and Chris smiled back at her. They both kept staring at each other, not knowing what more to say. Finally, Chris got to his feet, gave his sister an understanding nod and left, feeling strangely at ease but also confused. Around the dinner table, Chris and Jessica talked cheerfully, to each other and to their mother and uncle, like nothing ever happened between them. They teased each other, like siblings do, and climbed the stairs back to their rooms together. Chris was eager to get back to reading the next chapter in the series from earlier. He made a mental note to keep himself in check this time and climbed into bed with his phone. He moved to the next chapter, a strange excitement taking hold of him, and his penis already began to harden as he read the first words. Jessica took a quick shower after dinner and walked back to her room, a small towel wrapped around her hair and another one around her body. She sat down at the edge of her bed, drying her hair, then hung the small towel on the chair. She rose to her feet, running her fingers through her moist hair and released the towel, hanging it on the chair. Her nipples hardened as the warm air kissed her naked body, sending a shiver down her spine, and she walked over to her large mirror. A sensual heat ran through her body as she looked at her naked image, the sight turning her on. She studied her bare breasts, pinching her hard nipples as she let out a little squeak. She slid her fingers down her body, the feel of her naked flesh exciting her, and ran her hand over her prickly mound. She turned around, studying her round butt, and spread her cheeks, the sight of her pink pussy from behind delicious. She rose to the tip of her toes, making her butt stick out more, and smiled before managing to pry her hands away. She grabbed a loose pink cropped t-shirt and put it on, not bothering with a bra, then slipped into a black thong, and loose grey boy shorts. Jessica jumped into bed, a naughty smile on her face, and grabbed her phone. She was extremely horny and was eager to rub one out while reading another sexy story. She pulled the covers up to her waist, pulled the shorts down to her knees, and started looking for a story to read, the wetness already growing between her legs. A story about two cousins fucking at their family reunion put Jessica in the mood. She pulled her panties to the side and caressed her slit as she read the story. It wasn't very long, and Jessica immediately continued to another story. This one was a longer story about a mother offering her body to her two sons. It was tender yet hot, and so very believable, Jessica quickly had a finger up her twat. She fingered herself as she read how the two sons double penetrated their mother, and she had an orgasm with that disgustingly erotic image in her mind. Jessica finished the second story flushed, the effect of the orgasm still lingering. She took a deep breath, squinting her eyes back into focus, then returned to her phone, looking for another story to read. She finally clicked on an old top-rated, brother-sister story with over a million reads. It was a slow-paced story, written very vividly, and Jessica enjoyed how it slowly built up. She read, teasing her pussy, as brother and sister's normal sibling quarrels turned into something more. She discovered how sister felt and what she thought the first time she saw her brother naked, by accident, and what brother felt when he saw his sister naked for the first time, and not by accident. She played with herself as she read how they crossed the lines of socially acceptable, seeing and touching each other while on vacation, stuck sharing a bed. She caressed herself as she read how the following night, sister and brother orally pleasured one another on the same bed, going even further, and finally, Jessica fingered herself as she read of their incestuous first time, the night they returned home. Jessica was pretty sure it wasn't a true story, it seemed too perfect to be real. Their first-time having sex was so hot and sensual, the two passionately going at it, and Jessica knew, from experience, it was very unlikely. Still, the story was a huge turn on, and Jessica could clearly see it in her mind. Her arousal was growing as the siblings in the story were breaking the ultimate taboo, ravishing each other's bodies shamelessly until they were done, and Jessica's own pussy was left dripping wet. Chris's bedroom door opened without a knock, making him jump. He was shirtless on the bed, one hand holding his phone while the other groped his shaft, and looked up, surprised to see his sister standing there. They looked at each other in silence for a moment, neither one saying a word, then Jessica stepped into her brother's room and closed the door behind her. Jessica looked at her brother, noting the hard shaft in his shorts, and studied him. She tried to read him as he stared at her surprised, then, with her body almost moving on its own, she began taking her clothes off. Her entire body was warm, her heart beating loudly in her chest, and nervous butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She pulled her shirt off, standing upright as she brought it over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was not wearing a bra and her brother's eyes instantly moved to her breasts, her bright red nipples like two small pebbles. She took a deep breath, her nervousness growing along with her arousal, and pulled her loose boy shorts down, stepping out of them. She waited for her brother to say something, but he just watched her, speechless, and after another deep breath, she pulled her black thong off, exposing her sexy pink pussy to her brother, her vulva covered with a thin layer of dark stubble. "Jess, what…?" Chris croaked, his heart racing and his cock throbbing, as his very naked sister closed the distance in a few confident steps. She climbed onto the bed, staring into his eyes, then down at his bulging shorts. "It's okay." Jessica said in a deep soothing voice as she slipped her hands into the waistband of her brother's shorts. She started pulling, not saying a word, and on que, Chris lifted himself. Jessica's body was possessed with arousal as her brother's shorts and underwear slid down at the tip of her fingers. In seconds, his erect dick sprung out, and she stared at it with a mixture of desire and fear, pulling his pants the rest of the way down. "Jess, we can't." Chris whispered, confused, scared, horny, as his sister climbed next to him and pushed him to his back, making him lay down. "Oh god!" he moaned as she grasped his rigid manhood, her hands soft and warm. He watched, almost trembling, as his sister carefully ran her hand up and down his cock. He wanted to say something but was too caught up in looking at his sister, studying her naked body, and stared in shock as she leaned down. He watched her eyes move up to his, a rebellious gleam in them, and watched her lips part as she lowered them onto his penis. Her brother's thick shaft entering her mouth almost made Jessica cum on the spot, and her pussy tingled as she closed her lips around it, just below the head, and pulled them off slowly. She squeezed his penis, feeling it pulse in her hand, then stuck her tongue out and licked the head. She wanted to look up at her brother, but was too afraid of what he would say, afraid he would stop her, so she leaned back down and took him in her mouth, deeper. Chris moaned as watched his older sister giving him a blowjob. It was disgusting and wrong, he was told so his entire life, but it felt so good. He was frozen as the pleasure grew, her full red lips hugging his shaft so sensually, feeling amazing as she slid them along. He listened to the sounds she made as she sucked him, almost as disgusting as what they were doing, and even hotter. He watched, unable to move as she continued blowing him, then suddenly pulled her mouth off and straightened on the bed, looking at him. "Jess, we can't." Chris said as his sister flung her leg over his body, straddling him. Speaking those words seamed to cause Chris pain, and he watched his sister as she sat down on his legs. He watched her as she grabbed his throbbing shaft, pressed it flat into his stomach, then slid her body up and sat down on it, pressing her warm slick pussy onto his cock. "Why not?" Jessica asked her brother, an innocent, begging look on her face. She placed her palms on her brother's chest, and started to slowly move, grinding her pussy along her brother's dick. "It's not like we haven’t done it before." She added with a naughty smile and easily pulled herself along his length, making her brother moan. She angled her hips, pressing her protruding clit to her brother's erection and continued grinding, rubbing her clit along his shaft. She closed her eyes, letting out a sexy little moan, then opened them and looked down at her brother, the desire for him to be inside her stronger than she ever thought possible. Chris stifled his moans, his entire body in a state of excited arousal. He looked up at his sister's hot body, her wet pussy sliding along his cock, lubricating it, and the feeling was amazing. He stared up at her gorgeous breasts, and realized she was right. It would not be their first time, and even if he put a stop to this now, he could not change the past, and would still live with the burden of knowing he had sex with his sister. All the stories he read over the past few days started mixing with everything that happened between them, and at that point he understood he wanted it, he wanted this to happen with his sister just as much as she did. "Do you have a condom?" Jessica asked in a sweet voice, still grinding on his cock. "Yeah, over there, in the nightstand." Chris said pointing, his voice hoarse. Jessica climbed off him and reached for the nightstand. She opened the drawer, rummaging inside, and pulled out the shiny wrapper. She sat on her brother's lap, his cock almost touching her pubic mound and fumbled with it until she tore it open. She held the rolled-up rubber between her thumb and index finger, gave her brother's dick a few quick tugs, then placed it at the top and gently rolled it down his shaft. Jessica and Chris looked at each other, their naked bodies burning with arousal. Jessica held her brother's shaft in her hand and raised herself to it. She let out a little moan as her dripping pussy hovered over it and she slid the rubbery tip along her slit. Brother and sister's lust for one another at that point was stronger than anything they could imagine, and with their gazes locked, Jessica positioned her brother at her opening, and slowly impaled her wet vagina on his hard penis. "Oh fuck!" Chris moaned as he watched his sister sliding her pussy down his cock. He watched incredulous, as his cock parted his sister's labia, exposing her pink interior, and stretched it as she inched him into her. "Fuck you’re tight." Chris let out between clenched teeth, his sister's forbidden hole snugly closing around his shaft. He watched her sliding down, the tightness intensifying with each passing moment, until he was all the way inside her. He watched her as she placed her hands on his chest, still not able to believe his penis was inside his sister's forbidden hole, again, then started rocking her hips. "Fuck Chris, this feels so good." Jessica said pouting as she began riding her brother cock. She could feel it pulsing inside of her, filling her up so well, and closed her eyes. She rolled her hips along her brother's dick, making it rub along her insides in delight and moaned from the growing pleasure. Shen leaned into him, opened her eyes, stared straight down at her brother, and pressed their merging bodies tightly together. Jessica was so turned on by the thought that it was her brother's manhood inside her, her body unbelievably hot. She groaned, pressing her begging clit into her brother pubic bone, then let out a slow breath as a tremble of pleasure went through her body. The weight of her naked body on top of his, the warmth of her skin touching him, her adorable moans, and her pussy around his dick. It was all his sister, Chris knew, but instead of denying it like their previous encounter, he embraced it. A shiver ran down his spine as he had to tell himself again that it was his own sister on top of him, riding him, her tight snatch around his dick. He looked up from her pink pussy, running his eyes along her stomach, her abs rippling as she moved. He looked up at his sister's tits, bouncing right above him, her nipples hard. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her bubbly butt and squeezed her orbs. They both gasped as she leaned down even more, her swaying breasts nearly smothering him, and he dug his fingers into her luscious ass. "Oh my god!" Jessica whimpered as her brother started kneading her ass. She pressed her clit into him, his stick still deep inside her, and looked down at him. She slid herself up his body, his shaft pulling out, then pressed herself back onto it, sliding his cock back in and shoving her clit into him. She let out a whining moan, her teeth clenched, and repeated the motion, slapping her body onto her brother's shaft as her face contorted in pleasure. "Mmm…fuck!" she called out, her entire body tensing, then groaned as Chris plunged his dick into her. Jessica let out a shaking groan as her body erupted in pleasure. She pressed her legs into her brother's sides, clutching him as her body began to shudder. She closed her eyes, grimacing as the first wave of pleasure took her, then stifled a deep grunt as it engulfed her entire body. Her thighs began trembling as the second wave hit her, an agonizing torrent of pleasure starting at her core and shooting to every corner of her body. She slid her body up again, pulling half of his shaft out, then pressed her pussy down hard, trying to take him as deep as she could. She moaned as her body shivered with bliss, her pussy convulsing around the thick shaft. It felt so good, cumming on a man's cock after so long, and the fact that it was her brother's cock did nothing to diminish the pleasure. Chris watched aghast as his big sister writhed on top of him. She was having an orgasm, his own sister was cumming on his cock, the disgusting taboo of it still somewhere in the deep corners of his mind. He could feel her tight pussy convulsing around his penis, her insides growing even wetter and her walls clamping down on him. His body tensed too, his palms tightly squeezing her butt, keeping her from moving as she squirmed. "Oh my god, that was so intense." Jessica said, her voice raw and low as the last of the agonizing pleasure dispersed. She looked down at her brother, her face red and her breathing strained. She slowly sat up on top of him, his cock deep inside her, and took a deep breath. Her brother made her cum, the same little twerp that had bugged her his entire life, had grown up, so did his cock, and he even managed to get her off with it. She looked into his eyes, his gaze hinting at his ongoing internal struggle, and she decided to put an end to that struggle. Chris watched his sister as she moved her legs on both sides of him, until her feet were flat on the bed. She moved to a crouching stance, her knees bent and pointing outward, spreading her pink pussy even more, his dick still lodged inside. She placed her hands on his chest as she steadied her breath, then looked at him and started raising herself. He watched her pussy reluctantly pull off, sliding up his cock, and moaned as it slipped out completely. He watched her cunt hovering seductively over his twitching erection, just barely touching the tip of his dick, then Jessica moved her hands to his stomach, placing her palms on it, and with a smirk on her face crashed herself down onto him. Their bodies collided in sexual glee as Jessica took her brother's full length into her in a quick powerful motion. He moaned aloud as she did this, her pussy rubbing along his dick fast enough to light it on fire before ending with an echoing slap. Jessica grunted as the pleasure rushed through her, the sensation dizzying, then paused for a quick breath and repeated the action, only much slower. Chris placed his hands on his sister's legs, just above her folded knees, and watched her pussy stretch as she started bouncing up and down his cock. She was going slow, enough for him to try and calm his excitement down, and he took deep breathes as he slid his hand up. Goosebumps covered his sister's smooth thighs as he ran his hands along them. It was a slow, deeply sensual motion, and Jessica shivered as he tenderly moved higher. She continued moving, sliding her velvety snatch along his shaft as he slid his warm strong hands up, and felt another shiver as they reached her crotch. Jessica moaned, her brother's hands like molten lava on her bare skin, and looked down, seeing his thumbs slide into the grove at the top of her thigh, less than an inch from her pussy. He pressed his thumbs into her delicate skin, making her moan again, and as Jessica looked up, her lips parted, she started moving faster. "Ugh fuck!" Chris groaned as his sister began bouncing faster on his shaft. It felt amazing, her tight vagina briskly sliding along his cock, and on instinct he bucked his hips hard, trying to push into her harder as she slid down. Jessica let out a loud grunt as her brother rammed his cock into her from below. It hurt, having his shaft thrust into her so aggressively while she slid down it, and after sliding herself all the way down on his cock, Jessica stopped moving, her entire weight on top of him. "Mmmm." Chris moaned, his arousal almost painful, but Jessica just sat motionless on top of his shaft, wincing. "Don't do that." Jessica said sternly, still wincing from the sudden pain. "Sorry." Chris said awkwardly. He was dying for her to continue, his arousal so strong he was tempted to just grab her and start thrusting into her, but it was his sister and he had hurt her, and that moment between them was a painful reminder of who she was. He watched as she took a few breathes, her expression relaxing, then she went back to it. She started with a few slow bounces before picking the pace back up. Brother and sister's naked bodies adjusted to each other as they partook in the most unspeakable of acts. Jessica's vagina stretched to her brother's girth, and her tightness eased, still hugging her brother's shaft but not as constricted. The sounds of their merging bodies, slapping to their moans and groans, continued, and the taboo pleasure of it was growing with each passing second. Jessica groaned on top of her brother, deep guttural sounds as she impaled herself onto him. Her brother's moaning was growing too, his face contorting in sickening pleasure as he enjoyed the feel of her most prized and sacred possession. She slammed her pussy down onto his shaft harder, pounding herself onto it, and her brother groaned loudly, his eyes going wide. "Oh my god Jess!" Chris said grimacing as his sister hammered her cunt down his cock relentlessly, her naked body going up and down him like a piston. He watched the pleasure on her face as she moaned, her round boobs bouncing uncontrollably, her stomach clenched, her unblemished thighs tense as her legs moved, and her pink pussy lips part, taking his shaft inside and leaving it glistening with wetness with each upward motion. He groaned as the pleasure was slowly becoming unbearable, then looked up into his sister's eyes. She had a naughty gleam in them, a side of a sister no brother should ever witness, and it was enough to make Chris explode. All thoughts of right and wrong vanished from Chris's mind as his orgasm took him. Pleasure started flowing through him, overloading his senses, and he tried to stifle a loud moan, closing his eyes, as he came inside his sister. Jessica slowed down, her eyes not leaving her brother's eyes for a second and watched him writhe, with satisfaction, as he came. His cock twitched madly inside of her, filling the condom with load after load of his incestuous sperm. His moans became raw as she continued to ride him, her pussy milking every last bit of cum from him. It continued squirting inside of her, each load less powerful than the previous. He moaned louder, more in pain than pleasure as she continued riding him as his orgasm faded, his cock raw and sensitive. She looked at him, spent, then crashed down into his chest, his cock still inside of her. Chris gasped for air as his sister laid on top of him, her naked body pressed to his. They were both hot and sweaty, and he could feel her warm breath on his neck. They stayed like that for a few seconds, Chris's cock beginning to go soft inside his sister, then she rolled off him, his cock slipping out of her drenched twat. They laid on Chris's bed together, staring up at the ceiling in silence. Jessica rested her head on her brother shoulder, her left hand on his knee, gently rubbing it. Chris had his hand wrapped around his sister, his palm on her stomach, tenderly running his fingers over her soft skin, caressing her from naval to the top of her pubic mound. They stayed like that, neither one saying a word, their fingers mindlessly moving along each other's bare skin. It was so different from their previous time, every part of it. Even now, after it was over, they were laying naked in each other's arms, like long lost lovers, instead of running away shamefully. There were still hints of awkwardness between them during their second act of incest, their sibling relationship hovering over them like a noose, but it far from how their first encounter was, their bodies, despite of it all, engaging passionately, instead of being shy and apprehensive. Jessica was thinking over it as her brother's fingers caressed her pubic mound. She thought of the last story she read before coming over to see him. She was so overcome with lust, her body just acted. At first, she didn't realize what she was doing, she just knew that she had to see her brother, maybe masturbate together, but once she was in his room, seeing his bare chest and the bulge in his pants, everything just clicked into place and nature took over. It would not have happened without all the circumstances leading up, everything that happened over the past weeks. Watching porn with him, seeing each other naked, masturbating together, sharing the incestuous stories she was reading with him, and their horrifying sexual encounter. It all led her to her brother's room that night, for a second chance at committing incest with him. It was the most ambivalent sexual act she had ever experienced, disgusting in a way, yet so passionate and beautiful it almost brought her to tears. Chris's mind was numb at first, recovering from the orgasm inflicted upon him by his sister. He was conscience, but his mind was blank. As the lust induced fog began evaporating, his mind cleared, and he started taking in what happened. Her head was on his shoulder, her hair spread on the bed next to his head. He could clearly distinguish every place their naked skin was touching, a hugging warmth where her neck rested on his arm, her ribs touched his side, and her hand was on his thigh. He continued to mindlessly stroke her soft skin, tracing his finger only an inch or two above her slit. "We…we had sex." Chris said, more of a thought, not meaning to say it out loud. He was still processing it himself and felt his face grow warm. "Yeah." Jessica said, her voice small and raw, her tone almost surprised. Her eyes glanced at her brother's limp cock, the condom almost slipping off. She turned her gaze away, looking up at the ceiling and sighed. "It was…it was better than last time." Jessica said after another long quiet pause. "Last time…fuuuccckkk…" Chris exhaled, almost forgetting it was not their first time together. "What, you don’t think so?" Jessica asked in a sweet voice. She sounded surprised and a little hurt and turned her head to look at Chris's face. "Agree with what?" Chris asked. He was still a little dazed from what happened and was not taking everything his sister said, in. "That the…sex, was better than last time." Jessica said shyly, the words sounding strange, definitively not something she ever thought she would say to a family member. "Um, Yeah, I guess it was." Chris mumbled nervously. "Oh god, I can't believe we had sex…again. We are so fucked up." Chris said and took a deep disgruntled breath. "Did you like it?" Jessica asked, her brother's demeanor confusing her. "Did I like it? Having sex with my sister? What kind of question is that?" Chris said nervous, his voice going high. "Come on Chris, don't kid yourself. Having sex once, yeah, that could be an accident. We were both horny, naked, watching porn and it just happened, but us having sex twice? That doesn't happen without both of us meaning and wanting it." Jessica said haughtily, looking her brother in the eyes then turning back. "You're right." Chris said, watching her beautiful breasts move up and down with her breathing. "And yes, I liked it, I liked having sex with you, fucking my own sister, I loved every nasty perverted second of it." Chris spat, almost angry at himself for it being true. "Hey, it okay." Jessica said calmly. "I liked it too in case you were wondering. I never thought I would cum on my own brother's cock." She admitted, giggling shyly and Chris cringed at her words. "It was like something out of one of the stories in the site." Jessica added, then turned silent. "Hey, how did you even get into reading…incest stories in the first place?" Chris asked his sister. It was something he'd been wondering ever since she showed it to him. "I only got into reading them a week or so ago. It was after we started…fooling around, and I just kind of stumbled onto one of those sites. At first, they really grossed me out, but I got curious, and after I read the first one, I was hooked." She confided in him; her voice low. "What did you think when I showed them to you?" She asked, curious. "Well, I was still really disturbed by…you know…us having sex, when you showed me and didn't really get why you wanted me to see it. I started looking over the stories and didn’t get what the big deal was at first, then I went to look at the top-rated stories and I was like…what the fuck. I was really disgusted by it at first, surprised by how much people liked and read those stories, but I was also curious, especially after what happened between us." Chris said. He paused as he thought back to it, it was strange to think that it was only a few nights ago. "And?" Jessica urged him to keep talking. "And after reading the first one I just couldn't stop. Along with being fucking hot, reading the stories kind of made what you and I did seem like less of a big deal. I'm guessing that's why you had me read them." Chris said and sighed. "Yeah, I'm glad it worked." Jess said. "They are hot, aren’t they?" She added right after, smiling to herself. "Fuck, I never thought I would get so turned on reading about a dad fucking his daughter, mom fucking her son, or you know, brother and sister going at it." Chris told his sister, it was something he never planned on saying out loud, and it felt liberating to tell his sister. "Which stories did you like best?" Jessica asked casually. "Let me think," Chris said, pausing, "there was one about brother and sister who started fooling around while they were reading their grandmother's old diary." He said blushing. "Yeah, I read that one, it's really hot." She agreed with him. "Did you read the story, well no, it's a serious actually, about the parents who decided to have sex with each of their kids when they turn eighteen, taking their virginities?" she asked. "Yeah, that's what I was reading when you came over." Chris said. "No wonder you were so hard." Jessica said, giggling, and squeezed her brother's thigh tenderly. Chris chuckled, nodding, and sighed again. He slid his hand to her right thigh, the skin so soft and warm and began caressing it. "Do you think what happened between us could be a good story?" Chris asked his sister after another silent pause. "I was actually wondering the exact same thing, even before tonight." Jessica said. "Why?" she asked. "I don’t know, it might be cool to get it out there." Chris admitted shyly. "What happened to 'this is so wrong?' and 'I can't believe we had sex?'?" Jessica asked, mimicking her brother's voice. "I don't know." Chris said, shrugging. "I guess it already happened, nothing we can do about it, and I'm kind of curious to see how people will react." "You really think people will want to read it? They'll probably think it's made up." Jessica said. "Maybe, but even if they don't believe, it will still be a good story." Chris said, the idea of people reading what they did exciting him. "Let's do it then, let's write it." Jessica said, the idea exciting her too. "But you're going to have to do the writing, I suck at things like that." Jessica said. "Me?" Chris asked surprised, "I'll be lucky if a get a C in English, no way I can write something good." He said frowning. He looked down at his sister and she turned to look at him, pouting. "So, there might be something else we could." Jessica said, still thinking it over, and turned her gaze back. "In one of the last chapters in the 'parents teaching their kids sex' series, maybe it was even the last one, the author wrote that if anyone wants help writing a story or has a good story for him to write, they can contact him." "Seriously?" Chris asked, his eyes going wide. "Yeah." Jessica said, not sounding very enthusiastic. "I wouldn't get our hopes up just yet, but it might be worth sending him a message. What do you think?" "Wow, yeah, let's do it. His stories are awesome. What did you have in mind?" Chris asked. "Maybe just send him a message first, write in general what happened and ask him if he would be interested in writing it as a story." Jessica said, thinking out loud. "Sounds good." Chris said, excited. "How about we talk tomorrow and write the message together?" Jessica offered and Chris nodded. They had been laying there naked in each other's arms for over an hour when Jessica started moving. She grunted as she sat up, pulling her body away from her brother's warm embrace. The condom slipped off his cock when it was soft, and now, looking down, it was a little harder, just under semi-erect with the head covered with his cum. Chris moved his hand away as his sister sat up, watching her breasts, then placed his hand tenderly on her bare back. "I better get to bed." Jessica said, sounding reluctant. "Okay." Chris said, sounding disappointed. He watched her as she slowly rose to her feet, wobbling slightly, and gazed at her sexy ass. "Good night." Jessica said, turning to look at her brother, then leaned down and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She gave her brother a final look at her butt, swaying as she moved, then slipped out and into her own bedroom. Her body was glowing, her post orgasmic state almost like being high. She smiled as she looked at her naked body in the mirror. What happened that night was wild, better than she could even image, and she wondered how long it would be before one of them would find his way into the other's bed again. She pulled on her black thong, the shirt, and slipped under the covers. A flush crept through her as she thought about how she grinded her pussy on her brother's hard shaft and how she came on top of him. It was so naughty and disgusting, doing it with her brother like that, but it only brought a smile to her face as she drifted off to sleep. To be continued Please comment with your thoughts.

The Things We Do at Home - part 4 An Original true story by Starrynight. It took me a while to get all the facts straight for this chapter. Thanks Jessica and Chris. Hope you enjoy. A refreshing numbness made Jessica smile as she woke up in the morning, before even opening her eyes. She was in that brief blissful state, moments before consciousness, but when she opened her eyes, her smile quickly evaporated, and the sickening sensation in her stomach returned. She closed her eyes, praying for sleep to take her back, but it was no use, she would have to start the first day of the rest of her life knowing she had sex with her brother. Chris woke up late, the knot in his stomach from the previous night still there. He wasn't trembling anymore, the initial shock of his acts worn off, but it did little to help his shame and disgust. He refused to leave his room, taking a quick trip to the bathroom only when it became unbearable. Other than that, he stayed in his room, the thought of his act erasing his appetite. As Jessica finally dragged herself out of bed, her mind still running, she told herself there was nothing else to do. She went down to eat, but kept to herself all through the day, staying mostly quiet when she was around her mother and uncle. She was relieved when she didn't run into Chris, and as she came to grab a quick lunch, her mother expressed her worry. A sickening wave shot through Chris as a knock on his door came that afternoon. He was in bed, mindlessly looking at his phone, and grunted an incoherent approval before the door opened. "Chris honey, are you okay?" His mother asked worried and looked at him from the door. "Not feeling too well." He lied and watched her as she stepped over. She took a seat on the bed next to him, and Chris could smell the scent of her perfume as she put the back of her hand on his forehead. "Oh dear." His mother said worried, and Chris found himself glancing at her cleavage. "I don’t think you have a fever." She said sounding relieved and Chris turned his head away, disgusted with himself. "I'll be fine mom; I just need some rest." He said weakly. "Do you want me to bring you anything to eat?" she asked, and Chris shook his head. She gave him another studying look, placed her hand tenderly on his shoulder, then left. Chris rubbed his eyes, cursing, and pulled the covers on, hoping to fall asleep. "Is Chris alright?" Shawn asked around the dinner table, when it was just his sister, niece, and him. "He's not feeling well." Laura said and looked over at her daughter. "Are you feeling alright honey? You've been awfully quiet today." She asked. "I'm fine mom, just a little tired maybe." Jessica lied and took a few more bites of dinner. She heard her mother and uncle talk, their voices drowning out, and kept thinking about her brother. Laying alone in bed, with nothing better to do, Jessica sought out refuge by reading erotica. She wasn't particularly horny, but she needed the distraction. She started going over sex stories and was hit with a pang of disgust every time there was an incest story about brother and sister. Thinking back to all the incest stories she read, she realized there was no way that any of them were real, even the ones that claimed so. She went over the disgustingly hot tales portrayed there and found herself thinking what people would say about her own life, her own story. Jessica settled on a more romantic, boy meets girl, story. It was sweet and tender, like young love can be, and as the story progressed, got more intense. She thought about her awkward first time as the story described the couple losing their virginity to each other. It was a long story, and by the time she was done, it was already late, and she was tired. The following day, after Jessica finished eating breakfast, and as she was climbing up the stairs, she glimpsed her brother entering the bathroom. Her eyes caught his just as he got to the door, and he had a shameful expression as he quickly vanished inside. Jessica sighed to herself, a flush creeping to her face, and entered her room, wondering what she could do. Chris's shame, though somewhat lesser, was still burning inside him on the second day. It was two days since his sister and he did the unthinkable, and it still made his stomach churn. Yesterday, he didn't leave his room unless he absolutely had to, and he had gone down to grab something to eat only when it was late. Today, he knew he had to eat, and waited until his sister was back in her room before he climbed down the stairs. "Are you feeling better sweetie?" Laura asked her son as he walked into the kitchen. "Yeah, a little better." Chris said in a hoarse voice and made for the fridge. "Good, I'm glad." Laura said with a sympathetic smile and studied her son as he made himself breakfast. They sat in silence around the table as Chris ate, Laura going over some old newspaper recipe clippings. She looked up occasionally, studying her son, but said nothing, only glad that he was feeling better. Jessica finally built up the nerve and went back to reading incest stories. She still could not bring herself to read brother and sister stories, but she did find that her libido was back to itself as she read a story about two cousins having sex. She played with herself, touched and fingered, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as her first orgasm hit her, making her toes curl under the covers. Chris knew he would have to face his sister eventually and decided it was better to do it sooner than later. His heart raced and his face flushed as he climbed down the stairs for dinner that evening. His sister was already sitting at the table, and the knot in his stomach tightened as she looked up at him. "Feeling better champ?" Uncle Shawn asked as his nephew took a seat. "A little." Chris croaked and looked at his sister from the edge of his vision. He talked little, but ate quite a bit, realizing that he barely ate anything over the past day. He nodded his approval once or twice, grunted it a third time, and quickly made his way up to his room when they were finished. Jessica was nervous as she stood outside her brother's room later that night. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a size too big, and loose yoga shorts. She took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. She waited for an answer, but nothing came so she took a deep breath and knocked again, a little louder. "Yeah." Chris squeaked nervously as someone knocked on his door. He put down his phone and watched the door opening. When he saw his sister standing there, a small wave of nausea hit him. "Jess, please go." He said in a weak, tired voice. "I have to show you something." Jessica said in a small apologetic voice. Her entire demeanor was humbled, remorseful, a little shy even. "Don't, just go, please." Chris said, barely able to look at her. "I think it might help you feel a little better about…about…what happened…." She said. "I don't think there is anything that could help me feel better, unless you have some drugs." Chris said, not sounding like he was joking. "It'll just take a sec, then I'll leave. I promise." Jessica said earnestly. "Fine, what is it?" Chris snapped, knowing that he would be rid of his sister faster that way. "Give me your phone." Jessica said. Her brother looked at her surprised but unlocked it and handed it to her, nonetheless. He watched her look at the screen, typing away, then handed it back to him. "What the hell is this?" Chris asked alarmed and confused. "It's an erotic stories site. Try reading some of the stories on it." Jessica said, blushing. "What? Why would I do that?" Chris asked, still puzzled. "I know it might sound weird but just try reading a few stories, make sure to look at the top-rated ones." She said. "How will that help?" Chris asked, looking up at his sister, the image of her moaning naked body under his suddenly flashing through his mind. "I can’t say for sure that it will but try." Jessica said hopeful. She gave her brother a final look, then turned around and left as fast as she could. She felt nervous tears fill her eyes as she closed her own bedroom door behind her, breathing heavily. It had been two days, but she still could not accept it happened, could not believe she did that with her own little brother. Chris stared at his phone speechless for a few more minutes after his sister left his room. He didn't understand any of it and blinked down at the screen. His entire body tensed, and upon noticing it, he tried to relax, exhaling in slow breaths. He didn't understand why his sister brought up a sex stories site on his phone and hadn't the slightest idea why she thought it would help. He sat there staring, until the initial shock wore off, then out of curiosity, started scrolling down. As Chris looked over the titles of the stories, he didn't see what the big deal was. He never entered a site like this before, but looking at the latest published stories, everything looked disgustingly expectable. He brought his right hand up and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger, then looked back at his phone and clicked on the top-rated stories section. Chris raised an eyebrow as he read the first title, the highest rated story. He was also surprised as he went over the second title, and after seeing the third, fourth and fifth titles, his eyes went wide. "WTF!" he mouthed to himself as he continued going down the list, shocked. He could not believe it and looked at the number of views next to a random story, then scrolled back up, shocked. In the top-rated stories section of the site, the stories were all about incest. Out of what Chris assumed were thousands of stories, maybe even more, the ones people considered the best were incest stories, with millions of reads. Chris could not believe it as he scrolled down the list a second time, reading the short summaries under each one. There were stories of cousins having sex, of mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, and so many more combinations. He felt a pang of uneasiness every time he saw a story about brother and sister, feeling of disgust along with a barely unnoticeable sliver of arousal. They were all popular, every disgusting incestuous combination possible, but brother and sister, was right there at the top. Chris put down the phone, his head spinning as he processed what he was seeing. He found himself wondering if some of the stories could be real, and quickly picked up the phone. He scanned the titles again, and his heart skipped a beat every time he saw "true story" written next to one of the titles. He told himself he was not going to read any of them, that they were all disgusting, but in the end he couldn't resist. He clicked on a highly rated story about father and daughter and started reading. The next day, Jessica was surprised to see her brother around the table, joining her for a late breakfast. It was just the two of them, and they barely exchanged two words, but Chris seemed much more composed then he had the day before. She wondered if he read any of the stories, and if they affected him the way she hoped, but was too embarrassed to ask him about it. Disgusting thoughts ran through Chris's mind as he read story after story of taboo acts. It was clear most of them weren't real, it was easy to tell who was writing from experience, but even the fictional ones got to him. He read stories about cousins hooking up, fathers screwing daughters and mothers fucking sons. In many of the fictional stories Chris thought he could spot a longing in one of the characters. A nephew with an unrealistic crush on his aunt, a father fantasizing about his hot daughter, or a virgin son spying on his mother. The stories were getting him incredibly aroused and he found himself stroking his cock without even noticing. That night, Jessica was laying on her bed texting her friends and boyfriend. Her boyfriend was being nasty again, and after texting for a few minutes he asked for her to send him a sexy picture. Jessica knew she shouldn’t, but she was bored, and the thought of it excited her. It was a warm night, the open window letting in a gentle breeze, and Jessica smiled to herself as she pulled her t-shirt and shorts off. She was wearing red cotton panties and a blue bra, and enjoyed the warm air caressing her bare skin as she laid back down. She looked down at her boyfriend's lewd text request and opened the camera on her phone. A sneaky smile spread across her face as she lowered the camera until it caught her body from her neck down. She studied herself in the screen, then slid her free hand down her chest. She hooked her free index finger into the cup of her bra, and before she would regret it, pulled it down and snapped a picture. Jessica smiled to herself shyly as she looked at her picture on the phone. She looked so sexy, her right tit exposed, and her nipple looking so cute. She gave it another thought, thinking maybe she shouldn't, then clicked send quickly, giggling to herself. She waited for her boyfriend to text back, but after not receiving a response for a few seconds, she resumed texting one of her friends. When her boyfriend finally texted back, she quickly turned back to their conversation, curious. "Oh god!" Jessica giggled in amusement, shaking her head as she opened the picture her boyfriend sent her. It was a close-up of his hard dick, his hand around his shaft. It was covered in cum, running down his shaft, on his fingers, and splattered around the base. 'You’re so nasty.' Jess texted him with devil emojy and didn’t admit to herself that it turned her on. 'Miss you babe.' Her boyfriend wrote. 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard when this all ends.' He added. Jessica looked down at his text a little disgusted. She wasn't surprised by what he wrote, but it made her wonder, yet again, if she should end things with him. After going through some social media, Jessica couldn't resist a good sexy story. She entered an erotica site and browsed until deciding on a story. It was about a guy having sex with his stepmother and stepsister, and she lapped it up, finishing it forty minutes later. The warm night and the hot story were making Jessica hot and sweaty, and she needed a drink of water. She reached for the water bottle on her nightstand and was frustrated to find it empty. She sighed, sitting up, and took a deep breath. Jessica was still just in bra and panties as she got to her feet. It was late, she was getting tired, and she needed a drink of water. She stared down at her shirt and pants, feeling too lazy to pick them up, and decided to go down dressed like she was, figuring it was late enough. Jessica quietly opened her door, her water bottle in hand and looked at her brother's door. Light was seeping from the crack under the door, and she wondered what he was doing as she turned to go. The wooden stairs creaked under her bare feet as she slowly descended, one hand on the railing. She cringed with each step, feeling nervous, as the quiet creaks thundered in the dead silence of the night. She exhaled in relief when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen. The sound of the running water, bubbling as they poured into Jessica's water bottle, filled the still night. Jessica did not bother turning the lights on, and jumped, freighted when everything went bright. "Oh sorry." Shawn mumbled as his niece squeaked in surprise when he entered the kitchen. The light blinded him for a moment, but a flush crept up on him as soon as his vision adjusted. "Oh my god, uncle Shawn!" Jessica said in a high-pitched voice as she turned around surprised. "What are you doing here?" she asked, staring at her uncle. "Same as you are…I guess." Shawn mumbled as he looked at his barely clothed niece. They were both scarcely dressed as they looked at each other awkwardly. Jessica was wearing only bra and panties, and Shawn could not look away from her perfect teenage body. He studied her long smooth legs, her flat stomach, the curve of her hips and the shape of her cupped breasts. She was his sister's daughter, but she grew up into such a sexy little minx, and he was quickly getting excited. Jessica returned his gaze, looking at her uncle as he stood in front of her in just a pair of loose grey boxers and nothing else. She looked over his smooth chest, down his stomach and over his sexy abs. She could see his package clearly outlined in his boxers, and quickly turned around blushing. "Sorry, I didn't think anybody would be up this late." Jessica said, blushing. She turned back to fill her bottle and folded one arm across her chest. "Yeah, me neither." Chris said as he scratched the back of his head guiltily. He tried to shift his boxers, to make his semi-erect penis less noticeable, and couldn't look away from Jessica's young ass, looking so good in the panties. They stared at each other awkwardly as Jessica filled her water while her uncle grabbed a glass. When she was done, she moved aside, screwing on the cap while Shawn poured himself some water. They exchanged an awkward goodnight, then walked back to their rooms. Shawn was unable to resist a final glance at his niece's sexy behind, swaying seductively as she climbed the stairs and he turned around casually, biting his lower lip. He thought she didn't notice, but she did. Jessica reached her room flustered, embarrassed by the encounter with her uncle. It wasn't the first time he saw her in her bra and panties since he came to stay with them, but with him wearing only boxers, it was awkward. Jessica found herself thinking back to a story she read, about uncle having sex with his niece, and instead of the thought disgusting her, it might have turned her on, making her blush. She picked up her phone and started looking for a sex story about uncle and niece to read before going to sleep. The same world of sexual stories that Jessica had come to enjoy was now open to her brother. He entered it timidly, dipping his toes in, but it didn’t take long for him to dive in. He was shocked and disgusted as he discovered how many people enjoyed tales about incest, but also turned on. The night his sister introduced him to it, he started reading. At first it was mostly stepfamily, but with every story he would read something a little nastier. He continued to stories about fathers and daughter, then mothers and sons, trying his best not to think about his own mother, and only after a full day of reading, did he read his first brother sister story. It was incredible for Chris, as he read, to think how screwed-up people were. He was amazed that so many fathers imagined having sex with their daughters, sons wanted their mothers, and brothers and sisters fantasized about each other. His mind kept wandering, thinking about Jessica as he read the first brother sister story, and when he finished it hit him that he was one of those screwed-up people. He was even worse because he didn't fantasize about having sex with his sister, he actually did it. By the end of the third day of reading, Chris's mind was in turmoil. He had just finished reading a story about two brothers fucking their sister, and his dick was throbbing in his pants. His mind naturally went to Jessica and what they did, and he noticed the thought didn't sicken him as much as it did the previous times. Suddenly, the question she asked him the other night, made much more sense. After reading all those stories, he couldn’t help but wonder the exact same thing. Jessica woke up the next morning with a naughty smile on her face. She threw on a light tube top and some yoga shorts and washed up before going downstairs. Her mother was in the living room organizing old albums, and Jessica bid her good morning as she fixed herself a light breakfast. "Morning." Chris mumbled as he joined her around the table a few minutes later. He was wearing a white t-shirt, shorts, and looked sleepy. He yawned as he grabbed a plate and some toast and joined his sister around the table. They talked a little as they ate breakfast together, more than they have for the past days, then returned to their rooms to another day of quarantine. Chris was in his room reading, deep into one of the stories. It was a story about a family living on a remote farm where the parents decided to take each of their children's virginities once they turned eighteen. It was a disgusting concept when he first read it, mother taking her sons' virginities and father taking his daughters', but as soon as he started reading it, it was so hot, he could not stop. He was already on the fourth chapter, reading with one hand in his pants, stroking his hardon. A frustrated groan escaped Chris's lips as his excitement got the better of him. He did not mean for it to happen, but the story was so hot, he stroked himself over the edge. He sensed it was too late to stop, the blissful pleasure hitting him, and continued stroking. He awkwardly tried to pull his shorts down with his free hand, leaving just his boxers on, and grunted as he started cumming. He whimpered with pleasure, still lost in the incestuous world of the story, and looked down at his boxers as he filled them with sperm. The warm batter shot out, staining the fabric, covering his hand, crotch and cock. Chris continued stroking himself, the pleasure too great to feel disgust until it was all over. Chris shook his head, looking down at the mess he made, and was mad at himself for his lack of self-control. He was glad that at least he managed to pull his shorts down in time, keeping them from getting stained with cum, but was still frustrated about his boxers. He pulled them down, grabbed a handful of tissues, and wiped his hand and crotch. He cursed silently as he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and put them on, pulling on his shorts, then went back to read the rest of the story. The music was blasting into Jessica's ears while she relaxed on her bed listening to it. She did not hear the knocking on her door and jumped when she opened her eyes to see her brother standing in the doorway staring at her. She paused the music and removed the earphones before sitting up. "Sorry, I knocked." Chris said as he looked at Jessica nervously. "That's okay." Jessica said, looking at her younger brother unsure. "Did you want something?" she asked. "Yeah, can we talk?" Chris said quietly and took a step in. "Um…okay." Jessica said surprised. It was early evening and her mother and uncle were downstairs, wide awake. "Is it about…you know?" she asked quietly. "Uh hu." Chris said nodding and entered her room, closing the door behind him. "I started reading the…stories you told me to, and I really have to talk to you about it." Chris said, taking a step closer to his sister. "Okay, but let's try and keep our voices down. I wouldn't want mom or uncle Shawn overhearing us." Jessica said in a hushed tone and gestured her brother to the chair next to her. "So, what did you think?" Jessica asked, whispering, studying her brother. "At first I couldn’t believe it. I mean, it's crazy…all those stories…about…you know…" Chris whispered back. "I know," Jess said "I was shocked too at first." She added. "Do you think any are really true?" "I think most aren't but some for sure are." Chris said confidently. "Can you believe how many of them there are? How many people read them? I never thought so many people thought or…fantasized, about doing stuff like that." "Yeah, It's crazy." Jessica admitted, glad to be able to talk to her brother about this, especially after what happened. "Did it make you…um…feel any different about… what we did?" Jessica asked her brother nervously. "Ye..yeah…may…maybe…I don't know." Chris mumbled, turning red. "What we did was really fucked up, and I thought we were really fucked up for doing it, but now, seeing so many stories about people who want to do it, and some even doing it for real…I don't know what I feel." Chris said in a hushed tone, the frustration clear from his voice. "I do get why you asked me that question though." Chris added after a pause. "What question?" Jessica asked, not understanding what he was referring to. "The other night, before we…you asked me if I thought incest was really that bad." Chris said and Jessica nodded. "I was really surprised and like…disgusted when you asked me, not sure how you could even think it, but now, I get why you did." Chris said nervously. "And…do you still think it's that bad?" Jessica asked, her voice weak and small. "I really don't know." Chris admitted, looking deep into her eyes. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments, like they were trying to read each other's minds. "Are we good now?" Jessica finally asked, almost afraid of the answer. "Yeah, I guess we are. At least as good as we can ever be after doing what we did." He answered her. She smiled at him, relieved, and Chris smiled back at her. They both kept staring at each other, not knowing what more to say. Finally, Chris got to his feet, gave his sister an understanding nod and left, feeling strangely at ease but also confused. Around the dinner table, Chris and Jessica talked cheerfully, to each other and to their mother and uncle, like nothing ever happened between them. They teased each other, like siblings do, and climbed the stairs back to their rooms together. Chris was eager to get back to reading the next chapter in the series from earlier. He made a mental note to keep himself in check this time and climbed into bed with his phone. He moved to the next chapter, a strange excitement taking hold of him, and his penis already began to harden as he read the first words. Jessica took a quick shower after dinner and walked back to her room, a small towel wrapped around her hair and another one around her body. She sat down at the edge of her bed, drying her hair, then hung the small towel on the chair. She rose to her feet, running her fingers through her moist hair and released the towel, hanging it on the chair. Her nipples hardened as the warm air kissed her naked body, sending a shiver down her spine, and she walked over to her large mirror. A sensual heat ran through her body as she looked at her naked image, the sight turning her on. She studied her bare breasts, pinching her hard nipples as she let out a little squeak. She slid her fingers down her body, the feel of her naked flesh exciting her, and ran her hand over her prickly mound. She turned around, studying her round butt, and spread her cheeks, the sight of her pink pussy from behind delicious. She rose to the tip of her toes, making her butt stick out more, and smiled before managing to pry her hands away. She grabbed a loose pink cropped t-shirt and put it on, not bothering with a bra, then slipped into a black thong, and loose grey boy shorts. Jessica jumped into bed, a naughty smile on her face, and grabbed her phone. She was extremely horny and was eager to rub one out while reading another sexy story. She pulled the covers up to her waist, pulled the shorts down to her knees, and started looking for a story to read, the wetness already growing between her legs. A story about two cousins fucking at their family reunion put Jessica in the mood. She pulled her panties to the side and caressed her slit as she read the story. It wasn't very long, and Jessica immediately continued to another story. This one was a longer story about a mother offering her body to her two sons. It was tender yet hot, and so very believable, Jessica quickly had a finger up her twat. She fingered herself as she read how the two sons double penetrated their mother, and she had an orgasm with that disgustingly erotic image in her mind. Jessica finished the second story flushed, the effect of the orgasm still lingering. She took a deep breath, squinting her eyes back into focus, then returned to her phone, looking for another story to read. She finally clicked on an old top-rated, brother-sister story with over a million reads. It was a slow-paced story, written very vividly, and Jessica enjoyed how it slowly built up. She read, teasing her pussy, as brother and sister's normal sibling quarrels turned into something more. She discovered how sister felt and what she thought the first time she saw her brother naked, by accident, and what brother felt when he saw his sister naked for the first time, and not by accident. She played with herself as she read how they crossed the lines of socially acceptable, seeing and touching each other while on vacation, stuck sharing a bed. She caressed herself as she read how the following night, sister and brother orally pleasured one another on the same bed, going even further, and finally, Jessica fingered herself as she read of their incestuous first time, the night they returned home. Jessica was pretty sure it wasn't a true story, it seemed too perfect to be real. Their first-time having sex was so hot and sensual, the two passionately going at it, and Jessica knew, from experience, it was very unlikely. Still, the story was a huge turn on, and Jessica could clearly see it in her mind. Her arousal was growing as the siblings in the story were breaking the ultimate taboo, ravishing each other's bodies shamelessly until they were done, and Jessica's own pussy was left dripping wet. Chris's bedroom door opened without a knock, making him jump. He was shirtless on the bed, one hand holding his phone while the other groped his shaft, and looked up, surprised to see his sister standing there. They looked at each other in silence for a moment, neither one saying a word, then Jessica stepped into her brother's room and closed the door behind her. Jessica looked at her brother, noting the hard shaft in his shorts, and studied him. She tried to read him as he stared at her surprised, then, with her body almost moving on its own, she began taking her clothes off. Her entire body was warm, her heart beating loudly in her chest, and nervous butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She pulled her shirt off, standing upright as she brought it over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was not wearing a bra and her brother's eyes instantly moved to her breasts, her bright red nipples like two small pebbles. She took a deep breath, her nervousness growing along with her arousal, and pulled her loose boy shorts down, stepping out of them. She waited for her brother to say something, but he just watched her, speechless, and after another deep breath, she pulled her black thong off, exposing her sexy pink pussy to her brother, her vulva covered with a thin layer of dark stubble. "Jess, what…?" Chris croaked, his heart racing and his cock throbbing, as his very naked sister closed the distance in a few confident steps. She climbed onto the bed, staring into his eyes, then down at his bulging shorts. "It's okay." Jessica said in a deep soothing voice as she slipped her hands into the waistband of her brother's shorts. She started pulling, not saying a word, and on que, Chris lifted himself. Jessica's body was possessed with arousal as her brother's shorts and underwear slid down at the tip of her fingers. In seconds, his erect dick sprung out, and she stared at it with a mixture of desire and fear, pulling his pants the rest of the way down. "Jess, we can't." Chris whispered, confused, scared, horny, as his sister climbed next to him and pushed him to his back, making him lay down. "Oh god!" he moaned as she grasped his rigid manhood, her hands soft and warm. He watched, almost trembling, as his sister carefully ran her hand up and down his cock. He wanted to say something but was too caught up in looking at his sister, studying her naked body, and stared in shock as she leaned down. He watched her eyes move up to his, a rebellious gleam in them, and watched her lips part as she lowered them onto his penis. Her brother's thick shaft entering her mouth almost made Jessica cum on the spot, and her pussy tingled as she closed her lips around it, just below the head, and pulled them off slowly. She squeezed his penis, feeling it pulse in her hand, then stuck her tongue out and licked the head. She wanted to look up at her brother, but was too afraid of what he would say, afraid he would stop her, so she leaned back down and took him in her mouth, deeper. Chris moaned as watched his older sister giving him a blowjob. It was disgusting and wrong, he was told so his entire life, but it felt so good. He was frozen as the pleasure grew, her full red lips hugging his shaft so sensually, feeling amazing as she slid them along. He listened to the sounds she made as she sucked him, almost as disgusting as what they were doing, and even hotter. He watched, unable to move as she continued blowing him, then suddenly pulled her mouth off and straightened on the bed, looking at him. "Jess, we can't." Chris said as his sister flung her leg over his body, straddling him. Speaking those words seamed to cause Chris pain, and he watched his sister as she sat down on his legs. He watched her as she grabbed his throbbing shaft, pressed it flat into his stomach, then slid her body up and sat down on it, pressing her warm slick pussy onto his cock. "Why not?" Jessica asked her brother, an innocent, begging look on her face. She placed her palms on her brother's chest, and started to slowly move, grinding her pussy along her brother's dick. "It's not like we haven’t done it before." She added with a naughty smile and easily pulled herself along his length, making her brother moan. She angled her hips, pressing her protruding clit to her brother's erection and continued grinding, rubbing her clit along his shaft. She closed her eyes, letting out a sexy little moan, then opened them and looked down at her brother, the desire for him to be inside her stronger than she ever thought possible. Chris stifled his moans, his entire body in a state of excited arousal. He looked up at his sister's hot body, her wet pussy sliding along his cock, lubricating it, and the feeling was amazing. He stared up at her gorgeous breasts, and realized she was right. It would not be their first time, and even if he put a stop to this now, he could not change the past, and would still live with the burden of knowing he had sex with his sister. All the stories he read over the past few days started mixing with everything that happened between them, and at that point he understood he wanted it, he wanted this to happen with his sister just as much as she did. "Do you have a condom?" Jessica asked in a sweet voice, still grinding on his cock. "Yeah, over there, in the nightstand." Chris said pointing, his voice hoarse. Jessica climbed off him and reached for the nightstand. She opened the drawer, rummaging inside, and pulled out the shiny wrapper. She sat on her brother's lap, his cock almost touching her pubic mound and fumbled with it until she tore it open. She held the rolled-up rubber between her thumb and index finger, gave her brother's dick a few quick tugs, then placed it at the top and gently rolled it down his shaft. Jessica and Chris looked at each other, their naked bodies burning with arousal. Jessica held her brother's shaft in her hand and raised herself to it. She let out a little moan as her dripping pussy hovered over it and she slid the rubbery tip along her slit. Brother and sister's lust for one another at that point was stronger than anything they could imagine, and with their gazes locked, Jessica positioned her brother at her opening, and slowly impaled her wet vagina on his hard penis. "Oh fuck!" Chris moaned as he watched his sister sliding her pussy down his cock. He watched incredulous, as his cock parted his sister's labia, exposing her pink interior, and stretched it as she inched him into her. "Fuck you’re tight." Chris let out between clenched teeth, his sister's forbidden hole snugly closing around his shaft. He watched her sliding down, the tightness intensifying with each passing moment, until he was all the way inside her. He watched her as she placed her hands on his chest, still not able to believe his penis was inside his sister's forbidden hole, again, then started rocking her hips. "Fuck Chris, this feels so good." Jessica said pouting as she began riding her brother cock. She could feel it pulsing inside of her, filling her up so well, and closed her eyes. She rolled her hips along her brother's dick, making it rub along her insides in delight and moaned from the growing pleasure. Shen leaned into him, opened her eyes, stared straight down at her brother, and pressed their merging bodies tightly together. Jessica was so turned on by the thought that it was her brother's manhood inside her, her body unbelievably hot. She groaned, pressing her begging clit into her brother pubic bone, then let out a slow breath as a tremble of pleasure went through her body. The weight of her naked body on top of his, the warmth of her skin touching him, her adorable moans, and her pussy around his dick. It was all his sister, Chris knew, but instead of denying it like their previous encounter, he embraced it. A shiver ran down his spine as he had to tell himself again that it was his own sister on top of him, riding him, her tight snatch around his dick. He looked up from her pink pussy, running his eyes along her stomach, her abs rippling as she moved. He looked up at his sister's tits, bouncing right above him, her nipples hard. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her bubbly butt and squeezed her orbs. They both gasped as she leaned down even more, her swaying breasts nearly smothering him, and he dug his fingers into her luscious ass. "Oh my god!" Jessica whimpered as her brother started kneading her ass. She pressed her clit into him, his stick still deep inside her, and looked down at him. She slid herself up his body, his shaft pulling out, then pressed herself back onto it, sliding his cock back in and shoving her clit into him. She let out a whining moan, her teeth clenched, and repeated the motion, slapping her body onto her brother's shaft as her face contorted in pleasure. "Mmm…fuck!" she called out, her entire body tensing, then groaned as Chris plunged his dick into her. Jessica let out a shaking groan as her body erupted in pleasure. She pressed her legs into her brother's sides, clutching him as her body began to shudder. She closed her eyes, grimacing as the first wave of pleasure took her, then stifled a deep grunt as it engulfed her entire body. Her thighs began trembling as the second wave hit her, an agonizing torrent of pleasure starting at her core and shooting to every corner of her body. She slid her body up again, pulling half of his shaft out, then pressed her pussy down hard, trying to take him as deep as she could. She moaned as her body shivered with bliss, her pussy convulsing around the thick shaft. It felt so good, cumming on a man's cock after so long, and the fact that it was her brother's cock did nothing to diminish the pleasure. Chris watched aghast as his big sister writhed on top of him. She was having an orgasm, his own sister was cumming on his cock, the disgusting taboo of it still somewhere in the deep corners of his mind. He could feel her tight pussy convulsing around his penis, her insides growing even wetter and her walls clamping down on him. His body tensed too, his palms tightly squeezing her butt, keeping her from moving as she squirmed. "Oh my god, that was so intense." Jessica said, her voice raw and low as the last of the agonizing pleasure dispersed. She looked down at her brother, her face red and her breathing strained. She slowly sat up on top of him, his cock deep inside her, and took a deep breath. Her brother made her cum, the same little twerp that had bugged her his entire life, had grown up, so did his cock, and he even managed to get her off with it. She looked into his eyes, his gaze hinting at his ongoing internal struggle, and she decided to put an end to that struggle. Chris watched his sister as she moved her legs on both sides of him, until her feet were flat on the bed. She moved to a crouching stance, her knees bent and pointing outward, spreading her pink pussy even more, his dick still lodged inside. She placed her hands on his chest as she steadied her breath, then looked at him and started raising herself. He watched her pussy reluctantly pull off, sliding up his cock, and moaned as it slipped out completely. He watched her cunt hovering seductively over his twitching erection, just barely touching the tip of his dick, then Jessica moved her hands to his stomach, placing her palms on it, and with a smirk on her face crashed herself down onto him. Their bodies collided in sexual glee as Jessica took her brother's full length into her in a quick powerful motion. He moaned aloud as she did this, her pussy rubbing along his dick fast enough to light it on fire before ending with an echoing slap. Jessica grunted as the pleasure rushed through her, the sensation dizzying, then paused for a quick breath and repeated the action, only much slower. Chris placed his hands on his sister's legs, just above her folded knees, and watched her pussy stretch as she started bouncing up and down his cock. She was going slow, enough for him to try and calm his excitement down, and he took deep breathes as he slid his hand up. Goosebumps covered his sister's smooth thighs as he ran his hands along them. It was a slow, deeply sensual motion, and Jessica shivered as he tenderly moved higher. She continued moving, sliding her velvety snatch along his shaft as he slid his warm strong hands up, and felt another shiver as they reached her crotch. Jessica moaned, her brother's hands like molten lava on her bare skin, and looked down, seeing his thumbs slide into the grove at the top of her thigh, less than an inch from her pussy. He pressed his thumbs into her delicate skin, making her moan again, and as Jessica looked up, her lips parted, she started moving faster. "Ugh fuck!" Chris groaned as his sister began bouncing faster on his shaft. It felt amazing, her tight vagina briskly sliding along his cock, and on instinct he bucked his hips hard, trying to push into her harder as she slid down. Jessica let out a loud grunt as her brother rammed his cock into her from below. It hurt, having his shaft thrust into her so aggressively while she slid down it, and after sliding herself all the way down on his cock, Jessica stopped moving, her entire weight on top of him. "Mmmm." Chris moaned, his arousal almost painful, but Jessica just sat motionless on top of his shaft, wincing. "Don't do that." Jessica said sternly, still wincing from the sudden pain. "Sorry." Chris said awkwardly. He was dying for her to continue, his arousal so strong he was tempted to just grab her and start thrusting into her, but it was his sister and he had hurt her, and that moment between them was a painful reminder of who she was. He watched as she took a few breathes, her expression relaxing, then she went back to it. She started with a few slow bounces before picking the pace back up. Brother and sister's naked bodies adjusted to each other as they partook in the most unspeakable of acts. Jessica's vagina stretched to her brother's girth, and her tightness eased, still hugging her brother's shaft but not as constricted. The sounds of their merging bodies, slapping to their moans and groans, continued, and the taboo pleasure of it was growing with each passing second. Jessica groaned on top of her brother, deep guttural sounds as she impaled herself onto him. Her brother's moaning was growing too, his face contorting in sickening pleasure as he enjoyed the feel of her most prized and sacred possession. She slammed her pussy down onto his shaft harder, pounding herself onto it, and her brother groaned loudly, his eyes going wide. "Oh my god Jess!" Chris said grimacing as his sister hammered her cunt down his cock relentlessly, her naked body going up and down him like a piston. He watched the pleasure on her face as she moaned, her round boobs bouncing uncontrollably, her stomach clenched, her unblemished thighs tense as her legs moved, and her pink pussy lips part, taking his shaft inside and leaving it glistening with wetness with each upward motion. He groaned as the pleasure was slowly becoming unbearable, then looked up into his sister's eyes. She had a naughty gleam in them, a side of a sister no brother should ever witness, and it was enough to make Chris explode. All thoughts of right and wrong vanished from Chris's mind as his orgasm took him. Pleasure started flowing through him, overloading his senses, and he tried to stifle a loud moan, closing his eyes, as he came inside his sister. Jessica slowed down, her eyes not leaving her brother's eyes for a second and watched him writhe, with satisfaction, as he came. His cock twitched madly inside of her, filling the condom with load after load of his incestuous sperm. His moans became raw as she continued to ride him, her pussy milking every last bit of cum from him. It continued squirting inside of her, each load less powerful than the previous. He moaned louder, more in pain than pleasure as she continued riding him as his orgasm faded, his cock raw and sensitive. She looked at him, spent, then crashed down into his chest, his cock still inside of her. Chris gasped for air as his sister laid on top of him, her naked body pressed to his. They were both hot and sweaty, and he could feel her warm breath on his neck. They stayed like that for a few seconds, Chris's cock beginning to go soft inside his sister, then she rolled off him, his cock slipping out of her drenched twat. They laid on Chris's bed together, staring up at the ceiling in silence. Jessica rested her head on her brother shoulder, her left hand on his knee, gently rubbing it. Chris had his hand wrapped around his sister, his palm on her stomach, tenderly running his fingers over her soft skin, caressing her from naval to the top of her pubic mound. They stayed like that, neither one saying a word, their fingers mindlessly moving along each other's bare skin. It was so different from their previous time, every part of it. Even now, after it was over, they were laying naked in each other's arms, like long lost lovers, instead of running away shamefully. There were still hints of awkwardness between them during their second act of incest, their sibling relationship hovering over them like a noose, but it far from how their first encounter was, their bodies, despite of it all, engaging passionately, instead of being shy and apprehensive. Jessica was thinking over it as her brother's fingers caressed her pubic mound. She thought of the last story she read before coming over to see him. She was so overcome with lust, her body just acted. At first, she didn't realize what she was doing, she just knew that she had to see her brother, maybe masturbate together, but once she was in his room, seeing his bare chest and the bulge in his pants, everything just clicked into place and nature took over. It would not have happened without all the circumstances leading up, everything that happened over the past weeks. Watching porn with him, seeing each other naked, masturbating together, sharing the incestuous stories she was reading with him, and their horrifying sexual encounter. It all led her to her brother's room that night, for a second chance at committing incest with him. It was the most ambivalent sexual act she had ever experienced, disgusting in a way, yet so passionate and beautiful it almost brought her to tears. Chris's mind was numb at first, recovering from the orgasm inflicted upon him by his sister. He was conscience, but his mind was blank. As the lust induced fog began evaporating, his mind cleared, and he started taking in what happened. Her head was on his shoulder, her hair spread on the bed next to his head. He could clearly distinguish every place their naked skin was touching, a hugging warmth where her neck rested on his arm, her ribs touched his side, and her hand was on his thigh. He continued to mindlessly stroke her soft skin, tracing his finger only an inch or two above her slit. "We…we had sex." Chris said, more of a thought, not meaning to say it out loud. He was still processing it himself and felt his face grow warm. "Yeah." Jessica said, her voice small and raw, her tone almost surprised. Her eyes glanced at her brother's limp cock, the condom almost slipping off. She turned her gaze away, looking up at the ceiling and sighed. "It was…it was better than last time." Jessica said after another long quiet pause. "Last time…fuuuccckkk…" Chris exhaled, almost forgetting it was not their first time together. "What, you don’t think so?" Jessica asked in a sweet voice. She sounded surprised and a little hurt and turned her head to look at Chris's face. "Agree with what?" Chris asked. He was still a little dazed from what happened and was not taking everything his sister said, in. "That the…sex, was better than last time." Jessica said shyly, the words sounding strange, definitively not something she ever thought she would say to a family member. "Um, Yeah, I guess it was." Chris mumbled nervously. "Oh god, I can't believe we had sex…again. We are so fucked up." Chris said and took a deep disgruntled breath. "Did you like it?" Jessica asked, her brother's demeanor confusing her. "Did I like it? Having sex with my sister? What kind of question is that?" Chris said nervous, his voice going high. "Come on Chris, don't kid yourself. Having sex once, yeah, that could be an accident. We were both horny, naked, watching porn and it just happened, but us having sex twice? That doesn't happen without both of us meaning and wanting it." Jessica said haughtily, looking her brother in the eyes then turning back. "You're right." Chris said, watching her beautiful breasts move up and down with her breathing. "And yes, I liked it, I liked having sex with you, fucking my own sister, I loved every nasty perverted second of it." Chris spat, almost angry at himself for it being true. "Hey, it okay." Jessica said calmly. "I liked it too in case you were wondering. I never thought I would cum on my own brother's cock." She admitted, giggling shyly and Chris cringed at her words. "It was like something out of one of the stories in the site." Jessica added, then turned silent. "Hey, how did you even get into reading…incest stories in the first place?" Chris asked his sister. It was something he'd been wondering ever since she showed it to him. "I only got into reading them a week or so ago. It was after we started…fooling around, and I just kind of stumbled onto one of those sites. At first, they really grossed me out, but I got curious, and after I read the first one, I was hooked." She confided in him; her voice low. "What did you think when I showed them to you?" She asked, curious. "Well, I was still really disturbed by…you know…us having sex, when you showed me and didn't really get why you wanted me to see it. I started looking over the stories and didn’t get what the big deal was at first, then I went to look at the top-rated stories and I was like…what the fuck. I was really disgusted by it at first, surprised by how much people liked and read those stories, but I was also curious, especially after what happened between us." Chris said. He paused as he thought back to it, it was strange to think that it was only a few nights ago. "And?" Jessica urged him to keep talking. "And after reading the first one I just couldn't stop. Along with being fucking hot, reading the stories kind of made what you and I did seem like less of a big deal. I'm guessing that's why you had me read them." Chris said and sighed. "Yeah, I'm glad it worked." Jess said. "They are hot, aren’t they?" She added right after, smiling to herself. "Fuck, I never thought I would get so turned on reading about a dad fucking his daughter, mom fucking her son, or you know, brother and sister going at it." Chris told his sister, it was something he never planned on saying out loud, and it felt liberating to tell his sister. "Which stories did you like best?" Jessica asked casually. "Let me think," Chris said, pausing, "there was one about brother and sister who started fooling around while they were reading their grandmother's old diary." He said blushing. "Yeah, I read that one, it's really hot." She agreed with him. "Did you read the story, well no, it's a serious actually, about the parents who decided to have sex with each of their kids when they turn eighteen, taking their virginities?" she asked. "Yeah, that's what I was reading when you came over." Chris said. "No wonder you were so hard." Jessica said, giggling, and squeezed her brother's thigh tenderly. Chris chuckled, nodding, and sighed again. He slid his hand to her right thigh, the skin so soft and warm and began caressing it. "Do you think what happened between us could be a good story?" Chris asked his sister after another silent pause. "I was actually wondering the exact same thing, even before tonight." Jessica said. "Why?" she asked. "I don’t know, it might be cool to get it out there." Chris admitted shyly. "What happened to 'this is so wrong?' and 'I can't believe we had sex?'?" Jessica asked, mimicking her brother's voice. "I don't know." Chris said, shrugging. "I guess it already happened, nothing we can do about it, and I'm kind of curious to see how people will react." "You really think people will want to read it? They'll probably think it's made up." Jessica said. "Maybe, but even if they don't believe, it will still be a good story." Chris said, the idea of people reading what they did exciting him. "Let's do it then, let's write it." Jessica said, the idea exciting her too. "But you're going to have to do the writing, I suck at things like that." Jessica said. "Me?" Chris asked surprised, "I'll be lucky if a get a C in English, no way I can write something good." He said frowning. He looked down at his sister and she turned to look at him, pouting. "So, there might be something else we could." Jessica said, still thinking it over, and turned her gaze back. "In one of the last chapters in the 'parents teaching their kids sex' series, maybe it was even the last one, the author wrote that if anyone wants help writing a story or has a good story for him to write, they can contact him." "Seriously?" Chris asked, his eyes going wide. "Yeah." Jessica said, not sounding very enthusiastic. "I wouldn't get our hopes up just yet, but it might be worth sending him a message. What do you think?" "Wow, yeah, let's do it. His stories are awesome. What did you have in mind?" Chris asked. "Maybe just send him a message first, write in general what happened and ask him if he would be interested in writing it as a story." Jessica said, thinking out loud. "Sounds good." Chris said, excited. "How about we talk tomorrow and write the message together?" Jessica offered and Chris nodded. They had been laying there naked in each other's arms for over an hour when Jessica started moving. She grunted as she sat up, pulling her body away from her brother's warm embrace. The condom slipped off his cock when it was soft, and now, looking down, it was a little harder, just under semi-erect with the head covered with his cum. Chris moved his hand away as his sister sat up, watching her breasts, then placed his hand tenderly on her bare back. "I better get to bed." Jessica said, sounding reluctant. "Okay." Chris said, sounding disappointed. He watched her as she slowly rose to her feet, wobbling slightly, and gazed at her sexy ass. "Good night." Jessica said, turning to look at her brother, then leaned down and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She gave her brother a final look at her butt, swaying as she moved, then slipped out and into her own bedroom. Her body was glowing, her post orgasmic state almost like being high. She smiled as she looked at her naked body in the mirror. What happened that night was wild, better than she could even image, and she wondered how long it would be before one of them would find his way into the other's bed again. She pulled on her black thong, the shirt, and slipped under the covers. A flush crept through her as she thought about how she grinded her pussy on her brother's hard shaft and how she came on top of him. It was so naughty and disgusting, doing it with her brother like that, but it only brought a smile to her face as she drifted off to sleep. To be continued Please comment with your thoughts.

I had never been with a woman or really even considered it. To be honest my sexual experiences were limited to just a few drunken one nighters in college. I had never even had an orgasm with a partner, and after those encounters had decided it was just easier to pleasure myself. That is until I met Tiffany. I had never thought I would be attracted to a woman but Tiffany was gorgeous and exuded sexual energy. We met at party thrown by a mutual friend. I was mesmerized the minute she walked in. From her fiery, red hair, porcelain skin, pouty lips, and voluptuous hourglass figure. She turned every head as she walked across the patio in her tight cut-off denim shorts and black tank top. I was at a complete loss for words when she approached me and introduced herself as she poured a drink. I felt very self-conscious of my petite Tom-boy figure as we made small talk. I was a college gymnast and had the typical body-frame that was necessary to excel in that sport, but was not considered “sexy” by societal standards. I am barely five foot tall and my breasts are a meager A cup, but all my years of physical training have resulted in a very tight toned body. To my surprise Tiffany and I hit it off immediately. We had a great deal in common from our love of beach volleyball and musical interests. We became fast friends and started hanging out every week over the next six months. I soon learned that Tiffany was very sexually adventurous as she would tell me about her exploits with both men and women. She was a self proclaimed nympho and unashamed. Her stories often left me turned on and sexually frustrated as I had never had a sexual experience that left me satisfied. I would lay in bed at night and rub my clit as I imagined Tiffany having sex with the partners she had described to me. I imagined Tiffany laying on her back with her long legs in the air as a muscular hunk thrust his big cock into her. I imagined her moaning and crying out as a cute girl licked her pussy and fingered her to orgasm. I imagined her on all fours as a big black man buried his cock in her ass. I imagined everything, but I never imagined myself with Tiffany. Until everything changed one fateful night. We had spent the afternoon on the beach sunning ourselves and playing volleyball with a group of friends before making our way to one of the beach bars. The drinks were going down good that night and before I knew it I was quite drunk and definitely unable to drive home. Tiffany suggested that we share an Uber back to her place and crash there since it was closer. We arrived at her posh one bedroom beach condo and stumbled inside laughing about the days events. Tiffany had barely shut the door behind us before pulling me against her in a crushing embrace and pressed those full pouty lips to mine. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “Toni, I want you so bad right now,” she whispered as she ran her hand under my dress and caressed my thigh. “But...but I’ve never been with a woman,” I managed to stammer as her touch was raising goosebumps on my flesh. She kissed me again softly and pressed her finger to my lips. “Shhh, it’s ok I’ll show you.” That was all the encouragement I needed. I pressed my lips to her’s in a deep kiss, as my hands explored her voluptuous body. I squeezed her firm round ass cheeks as my tongue explored her mouth. She pulled away and pressed me against the wall as she kissed down my neck, her hands lifting the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head leaving me in my tiny string bikini. She continued to kiss her way down my my chest as she rubbed my pussy through the thin fabric. I whimpered as her touch sent electric through me. “Oh, Tiff I’ve wanted you for so long,” I groaned as she sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. “Good, I have so much to show you Toni,” she said with a grin as she took my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. I was in awe of the decadent, opulence of her room. The California king bed was covered in pillows and fabrics of satin and furs. There was a long padded bench at the foot of the bed and the the walls were a soft muted gray. There were French doors leading to a balcony with a view of the ocean. But I didn’t have much time to appreciate it before Tiffany was pushing me to the bed and untying my bikini top. Again she licked and nibbled her way down my neck to my small breasts. She licked and sucked on my nipples until I was panting with need. I untied her top and pulled it off allowing her large firm breasts to bounce free before I rolled her over to her back so I could explore her body. Tiffany had the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. While they were large, they were still perky and firm. They were adorned with quarter sized rosy, pink nipples that were standing erect and begging for my attention. I kissed her as I caressed her breasts, enjoying the feeling of their weight in my hands, I moved my fingers to her nipples and teased and lightly pulled on them eliciting a low moan from her. I lowered by head to her chest and traced one of her nipples with my tongue before gently sucking it into my mouth. My hands continued their exploration down her body, over her taut stomach, down her thighs and back up to stroke across her bikini clad pussy. The entire time I took turns licking and sucking on her nipples till she was moaning and wiggling from my attentions. “Oh for someone who has never been with a woman you are doing amazing,” Tiffany said as she rolled out from under me and swiftly pinned me to the bed on my back, “but let me start and show you what it’s all about Toni.” I was breathless and my heart was pounding with anticipation as she kissed her way down my chest and over my stomach as her hands slid my bikini down my hips. I could feel the wetness between my folds increasing and I was desperate to feel her touch down there. She raised up and pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue pushing between my lips, exploring and teasing. Her other hand snaked down my body and I gasped when her fingers slid between my slick folds and up to my clit. I kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she strummed her thumb over it in rhythmic circles and worked her finger in and out of my folds. Before long I was moving my hips and grinding against her hand and when she brought her mouth back to my breasts I was at the precipice of an orgasm. Tiffany must have sensed my wanton need and abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away from my now drenched pussy. She smiled a devilish grin as she licked her glistening finger. “You taste absolutely delicious,” she cooed as she moved down the bed and kneeled between my trembling thighs. She placed her left hand on top of my mons and used her other to gently spread my slick folds. She began to lay long, slow deliberate licks from the bottom of my lips up to my clit where she would pause for a moment and flick her tongue around the sensitive nub. After a few minutes of this slow teasing I was begging for more. “Oh, Tiff, so good.”, I stammered as I reflexively thrust my hips towards her mouth. She smiled up at me and worked first one then two fingers into my slick hole. I moaned loudly as she curved them upwards and stroked the sensitive mound of flesh along the front wall of my vagina. She continued with her oral assault, now paying more attention to my throbbing clit. My brain was reeling and I was panting as she continued working her fingers in and out. I was climbing the precipice of orgasm again and I wasn’t going to let her stop this time. I grabbed the back of her head and ground my pussy into her face. She then sucked my clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it repeatedly and she thrust her fingers into me faster. “Oh fuck yes, don’t stop!” I moaned and thrust my hips towards her face. She indeed did not stop but continued her efforts until I was writhing underneath her. I felt my orgasm coming, but also an intense pressure in my nether regions and the urge to urinate. My thighs were trembling around her head and I gripped the bedsheets as I panted and moaned in pleasure. “Oh shit!” I screamed as my orgasm exploded and I felt warm, liquid gush out of me. I laid there still moaning and completely wrung out as Tiffany cooed her approval and continued to lap at my sensitive pussy. Finally I couldn’t take anymore and pushed her head away and clamped my thighs shut. She crawled up my body smiling and sensuously licking her lips. “Toni, you never told me you were a squirter!” “I didn’t know I was! Is that what that was, I thought I had peed. Fuck that was amazing!” “Most women can if things are just right,” Tiffany replied as she pulled off her bikini bottoms and laid down next to me. I took this an an invitation to repay the favor. Tiffany looked absolutely gorgeous stretched out on the bed. Her red hair flowing around her, and full, perky breast adorned with rosy nipples. I was nearly trembling with desire when I knelt between her legs and caught first glimpse of her beautiful pussy. She kept her auburn hair trimmed into a small strip and she had a large clit adorning her pronounced pink inner lips. I ran my index finger from her clit down between her lips causing her to moan softly. “Mmm, go on babe. Don’t be shy,” she said with a grin. I lowered my face to her delectable honey pot and began to lick up and down her slit. Her taste was something entirely unique, sweet with a hint of tang to excite my tastebuds. I delved deeper, spreading her lips and flicking my tongue across her engorged clit until she was moaning and running her fingers through my hair. I sucked on her clit and her lips as she began to moan and wiggle her hips under me. I took this as my cue to increase my efforts so I slid two fingers into her warm, wet channel and began to pump then in and out as I lapped up her creamy juices. “Oh god that’s it!” Tiffany exclaimed as she arched her back and pinched her nipples. I murmured my appreciation into her pussy as I stroked the tip of my fingers along the upper wall of her now soaking hole. I sucked her large clit into my mouth and licked my tongue across it until I felt her legs begin to tremble. “Fuck!” She screamed as I was rewarded with her juices squirting into my mouth and down my chin. Tiffany’s body relaxed and she lay there panting as I finished lapping up her creamy juices. “Oh my God, this is amazing! I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all these years,” I said is I crawled up next to her in bed and kissed her full lips. “Oh babe we are just getting started, that is nothing,” Tiffany giggled, as she hopped off the bed and skipped out of the bedroom. I had just caught my breath when she returned a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. She offered me one and I took it and gulped half of it down. Tiffany set he glass on the bedside table and walked to the closet. I watched entranced my the seductive sway of her full hips. She pulled down a basket from the top shelf and set it on the bench at the foot of the bed giving me a mischievous grin. “What’s in there?” I asked as I set my water glass down and crawled down to the foot of the bed. “Oh, just about any kind of toy a girl could ever want,” she replied and held up a hot pink double ended dildo. My curiosity was piqued and I began to rummage through the basket. There was certainly quite a variety. There was a plethora of dildos in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes (some that seemed too large to even use), vibrators, wands, anal plugs, beads, and several different harnesses. “Wow, do you use all of these?”, I asked holding up a very large black dildo. “Oh yes, sometimes it just feels so good to be really stuffed,” she purred in reply. I looked at the enormous dildo in wonder. I couldn’t imagine it fitting anywhere in my body nor less feeling pleasurable. Tiffany must have saw the concern etched across my face. “Don’t worry we will start with something smaller. Now lay back and relax, because I’m going to make you feel so good,” she said with a grin and wiggled the pink jelly dildo. I had never used anything but my fingers to masturbate and was a bit nervous but I reclined on the bed and spread my legs for her. She dipped her head down and gave my pussy several long, slow licks before spreading my puffy outer lips and probing my hole with her tongue. “You have the cutest little, pink hole, Toni. Perfect and tiny just like the rest of you,” she purred as she started to run the head of the dildo over my pussy. She continued to tease my pussy, just barely pressing the head against my hole as she licked and sucked on my clit until I whimpering and grinding against her. “Mmm, you want me to fuck you baby,” Tiffany cooed as I nodded my head enthusiastically. “Oh yes, please stick it in,” I begged. My hole was well lubricated and she met little resistance as she sunk the first several inches inside me. She continued to lick and suck my pussy as she slowly worked the dildo in and out of me. She continued this for several minutes gradual thrusting faster and harder till I was taking over half of the toy in my tight tunnel. I was climbing the precipice to another orgasm when she stopped. “Mmm, I think I need some cock too.” Leaving the cock inside me she flipped around and entwined her legs around my body before sinking the other end of the dildo in her own pussy. She scooted forward till our slick pussies were touching and began to thrust and grind against me. I quickly picked up the rhythm and moved with her. The feeling of our slick pussies sliding against each other and being full of cock was the most erotic sensation. We moaned, gyrated and grinded our way to orgasmic bliss until we were both exhausted and panting. I slept contentedly that night in Tiffany’s oversized bed with her legs wrapped around me. I awoke in the morning feeling slightly ashamed of our drunken tryst. I slipped on my clothes and snuck out of her condo leaving her sleeping peacefully, with her beautiful auburn hair spread out around her. As I walked home in the early light of morning and tried to sort through my jumbled thoughts. I chalked it all up to a drunken experience and tried to bury the feelings and excitement that Tiffany awoke inside of me. I assumed that this would likely be a one time fling, but I could not have been more wrong about what was to come. To be continued.

For a couple of years in the 90s I worked on a camp in the south, set up by a Christian group to host and take care of unmarried teenage girls who had been sent by their families. The majority of the girls had been caught in sexual relationships with men by family members and sent away to be reformed on the camp. At least half of these girls were pregnant or no longer attended school. The camp set out to house the girls and to reform them with church teachings and work on the farm, which most of the time it did. It was run by church elders and camp leaders, all of which led a small group of the girls. Not everybody that worked there was religious, but it certainly helped. One summer I had been put in charge of a small group of girls who had been instructed to clean out one of the barns on the farm. It was a hot day but there were rules. The girls had to wear tshirts and jeans and were allowed a 45 minute break at about noon. I stood by and watched. One lunchtime I noticed that one girl didn’t come back after the 45 minute rest, so I got the rest of the girls to work whilst I took a wander. It didn’t take me long to find her. I caught her a good 10 minutes from the barn, sunbathing down by the lake. She’d stripped off her tshirt and jeans to her bikini, an item which was completely banned from site. I knew this girl to be Jody, a 5’5 girl with long brunette hair. She hadn’t seen me at first due to the face she faced away from me towards the lake, which I took great pleasure in. Her bikini held against her skin tightly, revealing large, round breasts. However it was then that I noticed her hand down the front of her bikini panties, stroking herself. I watched from a safe distance as she lay there touching her pussy, writhing gently into her hand. I was shocked to see this, confused almost. My job required me to march over and punish her severely for her behaviour. If I didn’t I could lose my job. And yet all I could do was watch this beautiful girl play with her pussy down by the lake. I found myself walk purposefully to her side, which of course immediately caught her eye. She panicked and pulled her fingers from out of her bikini, sitting bolt upright as I stood over her. The look of fear on her face sent a strange sensation over me and straight downwards. “Where have you been?” I asked her, attempting to sound furious. She said nothing, staring up at me in a sort of shame. “Stand up.” I ordered her, and she did so. I realised that we were almost completely sheltered down here by the lake, which obviously was why she had found herself down here. “What were you doing Jody?” She exhaled uncomfortably, and I took a moment to see her nipples standing up through her bikini top. “I was too hot doing that work.” Jody finally spoke. “So you just walked off?” She nodded, her breasts bouncing slightly. “Swimwear is against the rules Jody.” I reminded her, urgently. “Its too hot to wear those stupid tshirts.” “You know the rules,” I reminded her again. “If you’re caught breaking the rules I have to issue you with chores and hard work.” “You’re kidding me,” “No,” I insisted, attempting to sound as stern as possible. “There’s some manual labor work to be done up on the farm, we’ll go back there right now and you can do that. No break.” “But sir I can’t.” “Why not?” She hesitated. “I’m pregnant.” I nodded, looking down at her flat stomach. “Its on my file, if you check,” she explained, noticing my eyes on her. “I did a test when I got here.” I nodded again, remembering that she had only been here about two weeks now. “How far along?” I asked, testing her. “1 month.” She replied, confidently. I continued to look at her beautiful body, hoping that she would mistake my wandering eyes for suspicion. “So the thing I caught you doing, is that how a young mother should be behaving?” I asked her sternly. “Is that the kind of behaviour that got you sent here by your parents in the first place?” “No.” she spat back annoyed. “Well either way I’m going to have to punish you. You’ve broken campsite rules. I understand that you’re pregnant and shouldn’t do any hard labor but that doesn’t excuse you from punishment.” She sighed frustratedly. “Look I was just hot, its too hot to be working in jeans.” “I’m not talking about the fact you walked off from your work.” I reminded her abruptly. “I’m talking about what I caught you doing.” “I know,” she replied. “You know what I was doing.” I paused hesitantly. “What’s that then?” “Trying to come.” She spoke quieter than before. I paused again, looking at her chest rising and falling nervously. The words that came out of my mouth in the following moments were totally unexpected and would change my camp experience forever. “Well maybe we can change your punishment. No manual labor for you, but you will still need to be punished. And you will still need to do something for me.” I informed her. She said nothing, unflinching. “I am going to march you back to the campsite the way you are dressed, so all the leaders will see you in this state and understand why I am going to punish you. We will go into my cabin, the door will be locked for privacy and you will undress. I am going to fuck you and due to the nature of your condition, I am going to come inside of you without protection. Without that, we have no deal. The hard work you perform in your punishment will affect your own outcome. I can give you an orgasm, several if you are willing to work hard.” Jody paused, thinking nervously. Her eyes had widened with the words that now went round and round her head. “Without protection?” I nodded. “You can’t get knocked up again.” I stated bluntly. “But I don’t know you,” she said uncomfortably. “Then no deal.” I replied. “You can spend the afternoon doing manual labor.” Her eyes widened further. “Ok fine.” She replied suddenly. “No protection.” “Good.” I said. “So is your punishment agreed?” She thought for a moment before nodding. I marched her up to the cabin, a firm grip on her arm. Despite the fact I was restraining her she did little to get away from me. In fact I was sure she was looking forward to her punishment – she had likely been sent to the camp in the first place for such behaviour with men and had gotten herself knocked up. It had been some time since I’d last had sex with any woman, not since I took the summer job at the campsite at least. We walked past several of the camp leaders who nodded at me and made eyes at Jody, her lack of dress explaining the situation in enough detail. Everyone knew the rules about the dress code, especially the girls; anyone who failed to stick to the rules would be punished by an afternoon of hard work and chores. We finally got to my cabin, by which point my cock had hardened in my pants. I unlocked the door, ushered her inside and locked up behind us. Jody paused nervously, looking to me. I don’t know what had come over me, but any nerves I should have had were absent completely. I led her into the living room and immediately pulled her bikini top down. Her round breasts fell out with a bounce, revealing her hardened nipples. She flinched at first, nervous as I was so forward with my actions. I thought about how many men she may have slept with, perhaps many, or perhaps just one, either way she waited on my every move. I cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing and pulling gently on her nipples, enjoying the small gasp that came from her lips. It wouldn’t be long until they would swell with milk, I thought, too early for that now. “Get down on your knees,” I spoke quietly, urging her to do so. She followed my orders, watching as I unzipped my jeans and retrieved my hardened cock. She barely had a moment to process my actions before I urged my cock into her open mouth forcefully, hitting the back of her throat. It took her a few moments to adjust before she took to it, sucking and fucking the length of my cock with her mouth. She’d done this before, I thought, and she enjoyed this part. I fucked her mouth a little harder now, enjoying the bounce of her bare breasts hanging over the top of her pulled down bikini top. It didn’t take long for her hand to find its way back down to her pussy, fingering herself under her bikini panties as she took the whole of my length in her mouth. She was eager to come, I could tell, but I had plans to make her wait. This was her punishment. I continued to fuck her mouth, deeper and deeper down her throat until she gagged on my balls. It was all beginning to get too much for me, and I was in no way ready to come yet. I pulled my cock from her mouth briefly, slapping it roughly on her breasts, enjoying the way she gasped. She pushed her breasts together and around my cock, rubbing the entire length of my shaft. I led her backwards onto the sofa, overwhelmed and unable to stand comfortably for much longer. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and had her kneel on the sofa and continue to suck my cock. This position allowed me to find my way into my bikini panties, gently finding her pussy lips. She was wet, ready for the fucking I would give her. She needed to be wet for this, I had no plans to go gentle with her and had brought no lube with me. I hadn’t planned to be fucking anyone on this summer job after all. I circled her clit, enjoying the writhing she did against my hands as she licked the base of my cock. Finally I had enough, I wasn’t ready to give her too much pleasure and so I pulled her by the hair off of me. She said nothing, pained at my sudden reaction to her. I stood her up again, pulling at the tied up edges of her bikini panties and removed them. I left her bikini top on, rather enjoying her big breasts propped up over the top of it. Jody hesitated, embarrassed to be near fully in front of her campsite leader, me. I on the other hand couldn’t have been more turned on by the sight of her knocked up pussy, neatly trimmed and bikini line shaven. I was going to come hard inside of her, enjoy the most of her whilst she was still here. It was understood that the pregnant girls would stay at the campsite until 1 month after the birth, before returning to their families. Many would end up married off to the man who knocked them up in the first place. I couldn’t help but wonder about Jody as she stood naked in front of me, nervous and yet waiting to be fucked by the hard cock in front of her. “When will you be leaving?” “When I give birth, I’ll be leaving after that.” I nodded, pulling her down to straddle me. “Are you getting married to the baby’s daddy then?” “No,” she replied. “Why not?” “He’s already married.” I lowered her over my cock, slipping it in through the lips of her wet pussy. She gasped at the feeling of her pussy being opened and stretched, slipping it in until it could go no further. It was lovely and tight, I couldn’t help but savour the moment. I wondered how she would manage to push out a baby through such a tight hole, it would likely be a struggle. I held onto her hips as she began to bounce herself up and down the length of my cock, whimpering as I thrust harder against her, her breasts catching the edge of my lips. I took her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard, biting and nibbling gently at their hard edge. She seemed to enjoy it, the feeling of cock inside her. I let her bounce up and down on my lap for a while, sucking her breasts and gently squeezing her round ass cheeks. I was tempted to use her asshole too at some point, but these were things I could do to her later should she need punishing again. After some time I pushed her down onto her knees on the living room floor, smacking her hard across the ass. I slipped my cock in her cunt, taking her by the hips to fuck her. She cried out as I entered her, sore from the lack of lube and the girth of my large cock. I clutched her large breasts as they swayed beneath her, cupping and squeezing them like the pregnant slut she was. I pulled her by the hair, fucking harder and harder until she begged me to stop. I refused naturally, and continued to fuck her, slapping her hard across the ass whenever she tried to stop. I pulled her into my cock, over and over again, ready to milk all my cum. “You better enjoy this whilst you can,” I told her, thrusting my cock hard against her cervix. “It won’t be long until you’re too pregnant to be fucked like this.” I felt her pussy twinge over my cock at this, gripping me tightly as I fucked her. I rolled her over onto her back, lifting her legs into the air as I plunged my dick straight into her. I wasn’t far from coming, in fact I was moments away. I wanted to look into her eyes as I shot hot cum deep inside her pussy, I wanted to enjoy the nervousness she felt as this older man came inside her as her punishment. I grabbed her tightly around the throat, choking her slightly, enjoying the look of fear on her face as I fucked her. “Are you ready Jody?” She nodded nervously, bracing herself for the second dosing of cum to enter her since the married man who had sent her here to give birth. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, which inevitably sent me over the edge. I came hard into her knocked up pussy, emptying my balls deep inside her tight hole. If she hadn’t have been pregnant already, she’d definitely be knocked up by now. I pulled out quickly after, enjoying the trickle that seeped out of her tight hole and the embarrassment she felt from it. It would not be the last time I used and abused her.

Thanks for your comments. I didnt know which part of the story you liked so didnt know where to take it. Let me know.... It was exactly 7 pm as Wendy knocked on the door to Miss West’s office. This was her second evening at her new place of employment. She was being paid extremely well by a posh woman to allow her to use her as she pleased. Wendy didn’t consider herself to be attracted to other women but if this intelligent pretty lady wanted to look at or even touch her naked body then, as long as nobody found out, that was just fine by Wendy as long as she received her money. And what’s more, on her first day of employment Miss West had gone down on her and made her cum. Wendy had been caught off guard by the fact she allowed herself to enjoy it! There was no answer to her persistent knocking at the door. She cracked the door and peered into the office. Miss West was sat at her desk concentrating on a pile of paper work. “Good evening Miss West, may I come in?” Wendy called politely. There was no reply. “Excuse me, Miss West!” Wendy raised her voice a little; “Is it ok if I come in?” Again there was no reply. Wendy was told yesterday to be back at 7pm today. Now she wondered if Miss West did want her back as she continued to ignore her. Wendy didn’t want to walk away from the amount of money she was being paid but she now felt quite awkward. She also didn’t want to disappoint Miss West if this was part of her game. She decided to enter the large office and she approached the centre of the room where she had been instructed to remove her clothes the evening before. She now stood in silence as Miss West continued with her work. Wendy became flustered. She was told yesterday that from now on if she was in Miss West’s office she must be naked. Yesterday she had been ordered to strip. That was hard enough for her to do and although she knew it was expected of her now, without been told to do so, made her very reluctant to do it. To just walk into an unfamiliar office and strip her self naked in front of another female just felt so wrong to Wendy! What Wendy didn’t realise was that this was exactly what Miss West wanted. She had decided to ignore Wendy to see if she would follow her instructions without being reminded. She knew Wendy would feel uncomfortable about removing her clothes. Wendy’s discomfort turned Miss West on and as she pretended to carry on with her paper work her butterflies grew in her stomach and her loins became warm. Wendy decided that Miss West would stop her from doing something if she didn’t want her to do, so thought she had better begin removing her clothes so she wouldn’t be told off. She began with her cardigan. She slowly removed it from her slender body to reveal a stylish vest top. As there was no interjection by Miss West she decided she was doing the right thing and continued with the rest of her clothes. She peeled off her vest top and laid it on the chair with her cardigan. She had a bright turquoise bra on which she left on as she removed her heeled shoes and trousers. Miss West strained to see Wendy as she pretended to write in a note book. Wendy now stood in the middle of the room in her matching bra and knickers daring herself to remove them. Uneasily she unclasped the bra and slid it from her arms and with it still in her left hand she pushed her knickers down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She walked quickly and uneasily to lay them on the chair and got back to her position in front of Miss West’s desk. She stood naked with her hands behind her back waiting for some recognition from her employer. She didn’t get any. Instead Miss West continued to write, still not letting on that she had witnessed Wendy’s bronzed body being revealed. Miss West was pleased to see Wendy had carried out her other instruction too. On Wendy’s first visit to Miss West her pussy had been neatly trimmed but Miss West had asked her to have it bald for the next meeting. After that first evening Wendy had rushed home and got in to a hot bath. Not wanting to disappoint Miss West she had shaved her pussy bald and still feeling so horny from Miss West’s attentions to her she had played with herself in the soapy water and made herself cum. Now with Wendy’s bald pussy on display Miss West looked up for the first time. She still held her silence but studied Wendy’s body closely. Wendy blushed deeply as she felt the woman’s eyes on her naked body. Miss West took a minute or two to study Wendy then reached for a remote control. She pressed two buttons and the TV to her left flashed on and a video began to play. She smiled as she saw Wendy straining to see it as she knew that her fate would be revealed on it. Wendy had been told that these encounters would be strictly between Miss West and herself. So she was shocked to see five women appear on the TV. There was a young girl surrounded by four other women. One was Miss West. The other three women had their back to the camera as they focused their attentions to touching the young girl. Miss West could see Wendy’s bewilderment at what she saw. “I told you Wendy, I can use you as I wish and that sometimes my friends would join us.” Wendy now remembered. She had signed a contact to that effect. In reality she hadn’t focused at the time on what she was signing as she was reading the contract with her legs spread far apart with her feet resting on Miss West’s thighs as Miss West examined her vagina with her eyes. “Do you think you can handle it Wendy?” Miss West asked. Wendy thought for a moment and began to reply as she had been instructed to do so. “Yes Miss West, anything for….” She broke off. She tried to move closer to the TV. One of the women had turned round allowing Wendy to see her face for the first time. She recognised her! It was her mums work colleague, Sandra. She was in her mid thirties. She occasionally came round for a coffee with her mum. Wendy didn’t know her that well but her mum was quite close to her. Wendy became all flustered. “Miss West, I cant! That woman I…..” “Wendy! Get a hold of yourself” Miss West shouted. Wendy was taken back by her firmness and dominance. “Do not speak unless you are acknowledging an instruction!” “Sorry Miss West but…” “Wendy!” Miss West stood up as she called out. She carried with her a folded silk rag. She approached Wendy and instructed her to open wide. Against her best instincts Wendy obeyed. Miss West forced the rag into her mouth ensuring there were no more outbursts. Miss West turned the TV off and faced Wendy. There were only inches between their faces and Miss West now spoke calmly and softly. “Wendy, I have a group of friends who have the same desires. Tonight I have three of those friends coming to my office. Only one of the women from that tape is coming tonight. So the chances of it being the one you recognise are slim. And lets face it, even if it is somebody you know, they are not going to advertise the fact that that they enjoy the company of young girls in this way. Most of the women that I share this part of my life with are married, some with children. They just have this outlet for them to experience things they cannot experience in their ‘normal’ lives. In any case Wendy. Before these ladies arrive you will be blindfolded so you will not know who is in the room!” Wendy began to calm down and succumbed to her fate. “Now, we have ten minutes before my friends arrive. Please lay on my desk Wendy while I continue with some work.” Wendy nodded in acknowledgment and jumped up onto the large desk. There was paper work on the table and Wendy laid down on it. Miss West took her seat and as Wendy stared at the ceiling. Miss West again pretended to write and as she did she asked Wendy to start touching herself. “Touch your skin Wendy.” She ordered. “Stroke your tummy and your legs.” Wendy did as she was told and ran her finger tips over her naked body. “Now, touch your breasts Wendy. Cup your boobs and tug on your nipples.” Wendy felt electric. Touching herself like this was such a private, intimate act. Knowing somebody else was watching made her skin a hundred times more sensitive. She was enjoying turning this woman on. Knowing that Miss West found her sexually attractive made her feel dominant even though it was her being dominated. “Is that nice Wendy?” Miss West asked. Wendy nodded with a shy, nervous smile on her lips. “Do you enjoy touching yourself Wendy, is your vagina wet Wendy?” Wendy blushed but nodded as she felt her juices building inside her. “Then stroke it Wendy. Touch yourself in your most private place. Let me see your honey.” Wendy’s right hand trailed down her body as she found her hairless slit. She stroked her labia softly, still blushing as she did. She continued stroking the outside of her pussy and pressured her clitoris. Miss West could take it no longer. She had to touch this girl. She stood up and walked to the other side of the desk so she was as close as possible to Wendy. She stroked Wendy’s body. She used her middle three fingers to trace patterns on her body and legs. She followed her toned stomach up to her breast bone and cupped her breasts. Her hands found Wendy’s neck and skimmed up it to hold her face. She pulled out the silk rag, confident Wendy was now too turned on to run away. Miss West put a finger to Wendy’s lips instructing her to remain silent. The two women looked into each others eyes as Wendy continued to masturbate. Miss West momentarily slipped a thumb into Wendy’s mouth for her to suck. She did as she was expected. “Good girl Wendy.” Miss West whispered. Wendy’s fingers worked frantically. Her juices were running free as she swirled her young fingers around her clitoris. She was now turned on beyond her belief. As Miss West studied her Wendy struggled to breathe. She took short gasps of air and seemingly forgot to exhale. Her chest and face reddened as her sex started to boil. Miss West sensed her orgasm brewing and stopped her by laying her hand on hers. “Stop Wendy. Not yet. I want to save you for my friends.” She whispered softly to Wendy. “Have you ever tasted yourself Wendy?” “No Miss West, I haven’t.” Wendy struggled to speak. Succumbed by the seduction of this dominant woman. “Then let us taste you together Wendy.” Miss West took Wendy’s right hand and folded her fingers in, just leaving her index and middle finer pointing out. Wendy had thought about tasting herself before but had always backed out at the last minute thinking it was dirty. Now she was to be given no option. Miss West guided her outstretched fingers into her hole. She slid them in and out several times. Each time they came out a thread of juice followed them, her pre cum escaping her vagina. Once Miss West was satisfied they were suitably coated in juice she pulled the fingers to her face and guided her middle finger into her waiting mouth. She rubbed it on her lips and sucked them to taste Wendy’s first drops. She then allowed Wendy’s whole finger into her mouth and sucked hard. She rolled her tongue around the delicate finger and savoured the sweet taste. “Now you Wendy. I want to see you taste your honey. Suck your finger clean for me. Will you do it Wendy?” “Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy replied. Miss West guided Wendy’s index finger to her mouth and Wendy sucked it eagerly to impress Miss West. She was so turned on now there is nothing she wouldn’t do she thought. “Good girl Wendy. This will prepare you for the taste of my friends vaginas.” Wendy hadn’t expected to hear that! She thought these women were fascinated by her and wanted to do things to her. She didn’t think that she would be expected to do things to them too! She was unprepared but had got into this role of being a pet to Miss West so decided she would do whatever she was ordered to. Wendy was just licking the last of her juices from her finger as there was a knock on the door. “Right Wendy that must be my friends. Before I let them in there are some instructions! Firstly they don’t know I am recording this. I have a hidden camera filming us right now so you must not mention any cameras or recordings. “Do you understand?” “Yes Miss West.” “Secondly I expect you to do exactly as they say and address them accordingly. You may call them Miss. Is that understood?” “Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Miss West reached into her bottom draw and pulled out a blind fold. It was a long piece of silk which she wrapped around Wendy’s head several times to cover her eyes. Wendy thought that there was that much of it that her face must be quite well disguised from anybody trying to identify her. That along with the fact that Sandra would not know that Wendy had seen her on the video, as it was a secret recording, gave her confidence that even if Sandra was one of the women coming tonight she probably wouldn’t recognise her. Wendy decided she had the upper hand as she had seen her in the video and knew what she got up to when her husband was working late! The blindfold was tied at the back and Wendy was left standing alone and naked in the middle of the office with her vagina still moist. She heard the door opening and several voices competing in pleasantries. The banter died down and she heard foot steps approaching her. “This is my latest girl. Ladies I would like to introduce you to Wendy.” Miss West announced. “Oh my, she is delightful.” One of the ladies commented. “Ooh look at those breasts, so pert!” Another lady said as she reached out and cupped Wendy’s boobs with both hands. Wendy flinched at the unexpected touch of this woman. “She’s nervous too! A perfect choice Miss West, well done.” The third lady remarked in an extremely well spoken voice. Wendy hadn’t recognised any of the voices, but they had said very little. She stood quietly waiting for the next touch or remark. She felt many emotions. Scared as to what may be done to her. Extremely apprehensive as to what she may be expected to do to these women. Nervous at been looked at by these strange women and dirty at the choice she had made to carry out this sexual adventure. What would her parents or friends think if they ever found out! She was a good girl from a good family. What if her mums work friend, Sandra, was stood in front of her now witnessing her being used as a pet to these wealthy women. “Wendy, these are my friends. I will not tell you there names as they wish to remain anonymous. They have been involved in this part of my life for several weeks now. We all enjoy young girls like you. Two of these ladies come to me often to use my girls and my other friend here also has girls come to her home for us to share. They are all very respectable ladies and I would like you to please them in anyway they wish. I would like you to undress us please. You may start with the lady to your left.” “Yes Miss West, anything for you.” The ladies had formed a small semi circle around Wendy and she found the first lady to be disrobed easily with an outstretched arm. The other three ladies chatted amongst themselves watching as Wendy fumbled to remove the clothes from the first lady. Wendy struggled with buttons, bra clasps, shoe fastenings and zips as she slowly removed every stitch of clothing. She finished with the ladies panties and once she was done she stood up in front of the lady knowing that she and her were stood inches from each other completely naked except for her blindfold. As instructed she moved to the next lady. It was Sandra! She stood directly in front of her. They were a similar height and would have been eye to eye if it were not for the layers of silk over Wendy’s eyes. It was at that point that Sandra focused on Wendy’s face rather than her body for the first time. She recognised her! She almost spoke out. Instead she blushed and subconsciously moved away from Wendy. It took her a split second to realise she was the only one who knew Wendy and she was blindfolded so wouldn’t be able to identify her. She moved closer to Wendy, beginning to get excited at the opportunity this gave her. She had seen Wendy several times at her home and always thought that she was very pretty and sexy. Been her friends’ daughter she had never thought she would end up seeing her in this situation. She was such a good girl she thought. How can she have come to being here! She kept quiet as Wendy undressed her. Wendy still didn’t know she was undressing her mums friend. To her this lady was a stranger and she was pleased that the blindfold would keep it that way. If she were not blindfolded she thought she would probably struggle to hold herself together and do what was expected of her. Wendy soon had all four ladies naked. They stood there in there glory. All four were older than Wendy by at least twelve years. They had all kept themselves in good physical condition. Their appearances were what you would expect of high class executive women, well manicured, well applied make up, fine jewellery and expensive perfume. “Wendy, I would like you to ask each of us in turn if there is anything you can do for us please.” Ordered Miss West. “Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Replied Wendy before facing the first lady and asking; “Is there anything I can do for you Miss?” “Oh Wendy, you’re such a pretty girl, would you kiss my nipples for me please?” “Yes Miss, anything for you.” Wendy’s heart raced. She was about to do something she never expected she would. She took a step forward and reached out to find the ladies body. She found her waist and rested her hands on them as she bobbed down to mouth the woman’s nipples. She moved her face slowly and nervously towards the ladies breasts. She slowly pushed her lips on to them and at first just pecked them. As she grew in confidence she began to linger longer with each kiss until she was fully kissing them. She sucked and groped the hard nipples using her lips, tongue and full mouth. She went from her left breast to her right and back again. She caressed them with her mouth for several minutes until at last the lady thanked her and pulled her head away with her smooth hands. Wendy quite enjoyed the taste of the woman’s skin. It was smooth and sweet. She stood up straight and side stepped to her right to face the next lady. “Is there anything I can do for you Miss?” Sandra replied; “Wendy your so lovely. Would you please turn around?” “Yes Miss, anything for you.” This was the most Wendy had heard the lady speak and she was shocked as she recognised Sandras voice at last. If she ran now she would be found out for sure. Maybe Sandra had not recognised her due to the blindfold she thought. If she had recognised her then Wendy didn’t want to think about what she might force her to do to her. Now she was stood there naked in front of these women and her mums friend was there to witness it all! She felt stupid and embarrassed. Why had she let it go this far?! She didn’t think Sandra would have found her attractive and couldn’t imagine she would want her to do anything for her. Sandra took her opportunity to take advantage of this clever young girls vulnerability. “Wendy, please bend over so I can see your bum properly.” Wendy was shocked. Sandra can’t have recognised her. Surely she wouldn’t want to see her bum she thought?! I’m just a young girl and she’s old enough to work with my mum! “Yes Miss, anything for you!” Wendy replied as she bent over. “Wendy, may I French kiss your anus!” Sandra asked politely. “Oooh!” Wendy couldn’t control her mouth! “Err, Yes Miss, anything for you.” Wendy struggled to get her answer out. Sandra dropped to her knees behind Wendy’s tight little bum. She took a cheek in each hand pulled them apart and pushed her face into Wendy’s crevice. She rimmed Wendy’s tight hole and flicked it with her tongue. She began to French Kiss this untouched part of Wendy’s body. Her pace was slow and luxurious. She savoured the taste and greased it up with her saliva, her pace quickening and slowing again. She could taste a mixture of Wendy’s arse and pre cum from her earlier fiddlings with Miss West. It was musky, warm and wet. Wendy’s was in heaven. Even though there was a possibility that the lady licking her ass could know her the sensation was immense. She concentrated on her tongue and the places it touched. She could only imagine that from the furiosity that this lady lapped at her arse she must find her unbelievably attractive! She figured she may never know if Sandra had recognised her. If she had, how would they face each other the next time Sandra visited her mum!? Sandra continued to lick and probe Wendys anus with her tongue. She licked all around it on the soft skin of her cheeks. As she tasted her pre cum she wanted more and licked between her anus and vagina to gather any escaping juice. Wendy gave in to Sandras relentlessness, her hips began to sway from side to side and buck back and forth. Her bum wiggled in circles as her arse was worked into a frenzy. The other three ladies watched the two females writhe together. Sandra couldn’t taste enough of Wendy. She had fantasised about her eating her arse like this but in her mind thought it would never happen. As she continued to taste the young girl her vagina became wet and drips of pre cum dribbled out Sandra and the other three watched as it ran down the inside of her thighs. Miss West had tasted Sandra before and found it hard not to interrupt the two and drop to her knees to suck on her pussy. Instead she made it clear to Sandra that she had had her turn with the new girl. She laid a hand on her shoulder and asked Wendy to move on to the next lady. Wendy stood up in a daze. Her loins were fired like never before. She had just discovered her mums friend liked the taste of her anus. She liked the fact that she had been forced to allow Sandra to do it. Secretly she knew she would allow her to do it again even if not forced to. Maybe Sandra would visit her home more often now she hoped. Wendy moved cautiously towards the sounds of the group of women. She found the third lady. “Is there anything I can do for you Miss?” “Oh Wendy my dear, yes there most certainly is!” The third lady spoke in a perfect English accent. It was crisp and clear yet so sexy thought Wendy. “Wendy you are a very lucky girl.” She carried on; “I am going to allow you to lick my vagina! Oh Wendy its lovely. You are going to love my vagina! I bet you can’t wait to taste it. Tell me how much you want to taste it Wendy!” The question made Wendy uneasy. She had never done any dirty talk before. She shyly bluffed her way. “Oh Miss, I really want to taste it.” “Yes Wendy I bet you do! Its perfect Wendy. Tell my friends how much you want to taste my vagina!” “I really want to taste your friends vagina. It’s going to taste perfect.” With a blushed face Wendy reluctantly replied. She felt very silly talking like this in front of these naked women. The posh lady pulled up Miss West’s chair and sat in it with her legs wide open. “Come to me Wendy.” She beckoned Wendy over. Wendy followed her voice and stood between her legs. “On your knees Wendy!” “Yes Miss, anything for you.” “I bet you would like to see my vagina wouldn’t you Wendy?” “Oh yes Miss, I would like to see your vagina.” The lady looked up to Miss West for her approval. She nodded cautiously. “Now Wendy, I am going to make a gap in your blindfold. I want you to keep your eyes fixed on my beautiful vagina. Do not look at my face. Do you understand Wendy?” “Yes Miss, anything for you.” Wendy replied. As the gap in the silk appeared Wendy’s face was pulled closer to the vagina. “That’s it Wendy look at my vagina! Its perfect isn’t it? Your so lucky! I cant believe I’m going to let such a young girl give me oral pleasures. Oh I bet you can’t wait! Look at my clitoris Wendy. Tell me how lucky you are! ” “Oh Miss, I’m so lucky. Thank you for letting me see your vagina.” “Ask me if you can taste it Wendy. Oh I bet you can’t wait!” “Miss, please may I taste your vagina? I’m so lucky. I can’t wait to taste it Miss!” Her face was pulled to her vagina. She could see it and smell it. Now she was about to taste another woman’s secrets for the first time. “Ok Wendy, you may taste my vagina. Keep looking at it whilst you lick it. You’re going to love it Wendy.” Wendy pushed her tongue out and allowed it to touch the ladies vagina. It recoiled back in at the shock of the taste and feel. It was slippery and tangy. It tasted different to her own pre cum. Her face was pulled back immediately and held tightly and close to the ladies wet vagina. She pushed her fingers through Wendys hair and gripped it hard. She pulled Wendy closer to her so Wendy had no choice but to eat and taste her. Her inexperienced tongue wiggled frantically at the slit in front of her. She did what she thought would be nice for her. “Oh that’s it Wendy work my pussy! I bet you can’t believe I’m letting you lick my hole! Don’t stop there’s a good girl.” Wendy continued to lick and the posh lady continued to talk dirty as she became more and more turned on. As her orgasm built she stopped Wendy from licking. She pushed her blindfold back into position and pushed her head away. “I bet you want to make me cum don’t you Wendy! You are too inexperienced Wendy. You could never make a lady like me cum. Your not good enough for me Wendy!” She tried to deny the fact that she was on the brink of orgasm and instead belittled Wendy. The other women laughed as Wendy stood up obviously very embarrassed at the posh ladies comments. Wendy now felt even more foolish in front of the ladies. She felt the women were out to humiliate her and just use and abuse her. Miss West comforted her by asking her for a kiss. As Wendy acknowledged the request she moved towards her. There hands met and fiddled until they were clasped together palms to palms. There bodies moved closer slowly like lovers. In the presence of these other ladies Wendy felt relatively comforted by being so close to Miss West. Their mouths pressed together and their tongues found each other. There nipples touched and moulded into each others breasts. They each explored the others mouths and swapped saliva. Their kiss lingered and Wendy sheared the warmth of another woman’s body. The other three ladies watched on in ore as the connection between these two women became clear. Their hands parted and they began to explore the others body. Their touches were soft and slow, feeling the softness of the other. After several minutes they broke the kiss. Miss West moved away and again let Wendy stand alone in naked in front of the others. They stood in silence gazing at the naked girl. Miss West broke the silence. “Are you aroused Wendy?” “Yes Miss West, I am aroused.” “Wendy, you will now be fitted into restraints. We will continue to use your body as we wish. We may lick your vagina or your nipples or your anus, we may get you to lick ours. But what ever is done Wendy, you must not cum until we say you can. Wendy you may make us cum if we allow you to. If we do cum you must drink as much of it as possible. You must not allow any to be wasted. Is that understood Wendy!?” “Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Miss West went to a cupboard and pulled out a holdall full of instruments and restraints. A cuff was locked in place on each of Wendys wrists. A dog collar was placed around her neck and pieces of silk tied around each ankle ready to be used to restrain her.

CAROL & PATTY Carol could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Carol knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighborhood, and Carol had seen her walking by her house occasionally. Her name was Patty, Carol learned when one of the girl's friends had said her name when she laughed at something the girl said. Carol watched the girl closely, and soon realized she was fully aware of her exposure. Not only aware, but intentionally making it obvious. She would laugh and giggle and squirm in the small white chair, spreading her knees in a way that would, to some, appear accidental in her exuberance. But Carol had seen those sparkling eyes peek at her from time to time. Patty was a beautiful girl, slender with honey-blonde hair and creamy skin. Her personality was bubbly and outgoing. She was a typical California girl, perhaps a bit more. She was well tanned, and her body was exquisite. At the moment, she wore a very tight light-blue T-shirt. Her small, but succulent breasts were molded, outlined by the garment, and from the way her nipples protruded, Carol knew very well that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were sweetly shaped. The skirt she wore must have came from the sixties, it was so short. But then, if any girl had the body for a micro skin, it was Patty. Her legs were long, slender, inviting to the eye. The golden color of them testified to her love of sunshine. Gazing toward Patty, Carol saw the girl pretend to lose her balance on the chair. One leg shot out, and the whole of Patty's crotch became blatantly visible. The crotch of her panties seemed as tight as her T-shirt, Carol thought. Her panties were a pale green. Carol found herself gazing steadily into Patty's dark eyes. There was heat in those eyes, she realized, and she wondered if Patty was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Patty moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips. Carol shuddered and turned her eyes down, finishing her ice cream, stood up, and walked to her car. When Carol got home she appreciated the fact that the house was comfortably cool. She poured herself a glass of wine, and was sipping it and twisting the dial on the radio when the door bell rang. Going to the door, puzzling over who it could be, she opened it to find the girl she had been admiring standing there with a big smile on her face. "Why, hello, Patty," she said, surprised to see the girl. "What brings you to my doorstep?" Patty replied that she had noticed Carol staring at her and was curious why an older woman would look at her like that. Carol blushed, but felt a tingle as she realized that the young girl had actually noticed her and was interested in her. She invited Patty in and offered her a glass of wine, which the girl accepted. Carol realized that she shouldn't be offering wine to a minor, but from the eager way Patty accepted the glass and took a sip, she knew this was not the girl's first taste of the fruit of the vine. Carol felt a strangeness within her, a warmth that was at the same time alien and exciting. Patty sat on the couch, her legs were crossed, the creamy thighs revealed. Carol joined her on the couch, and once again they gazed boldly at each other. "You like me?" Patty asked in a whispery voice. "Of course I like you, honey," Carol replied. "I think you're lovely," her voice oddly throaty. "I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, Carol," Patty said with that disturbing voice, her dark eyes bold as ever. Carol jumped. Patty had placed her palm on one of Carol's knees. She dropped her eyes down, looking at it, and shivering. The hand felt unusually hot, as if it were searing her flesh. "You liked what you saw," Patty said, making it a statement, and at the same time sliding her hand past Carol's knee. Carol felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She watched Patty's hand move higher, caressing in circles on her thigh now. There was an increase in her breathing rate, and she heard the sound of Patty's breath. Patty then took Carol's hand and drew it toward her golden thigh. As her palm was placed halfway up that thigh, Carol felt a sudden lurching between her own legs. Her cunt had swelled and was moist now, her clit throbbing. Patty was holding her wrist, moving her palm up and down the thigh. Carol saw the crotch of those tight panties again, and heard the girl's soft sigh. Patty released her wrist, but Carol left her hand on that hot thigh, moving it slowly by herself now. They continued looking into each other's eyes, and Carol moved her hand higher. She felt the tight panties with the tips of her fingers, and Patty uncrossed her legs and spread them widely, leaning against the back of the couch. "I like to be touched," Patty said in a low voice. "You want to touch me, don't you, Carol? The way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, I know you want to touch me." Carol couldn't seem to stop herself. Her fingers moved slowly about the crotch of Patty's panties, finding them moist. She traced the puffy lips, then dragged her finger up and down the slit of her pussy. Patty mewled and twisted her ass provocatively. Carol's palm cupped Patty's wet mound. She felt the heat of that succulent sex burning into her hand, and she rubbed it gently, lightly. Patty whimpered with pleasure and began to grind her pussy slowly against Carol's hand. Carol was not thinking of anything, only of the delight she felt at touching this sweet, youthful mound of Venus. Patty lifted her hips, pushing her crotch more tightly into Carol's hand, mewling softly. "Mmmmm, you touch me so good, Carol. I love being touched this way." Patty sprawled back, her arms lifted above her head, that honey-blonde hair fanning out around that sweet face. Carol moved off the couch and knelt between Patty's spread thighs, gazing hotly between them. She ran her hands, both of them now, up and down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the trembling heat of that skin. She shoved the short skirt to Patty's hips, and stared at the slight bulge of the girl's cunt. Before she knew it, Carol was leaning over, kissing just above a dimpled knee. Patty was twisting her little ass about in pleasure, gurgling with delight. As she slipped her tongue out and began to lick at Patty's thigh, Carol felt her own pussy pulsing in a fiery desire. With her tongue lapping slowly along one thigh, she kept fondling the other. She found her lips gliding higher and higher on Patty's thigh. Then she was licking the soft, sensitive flesh only a few inches from that bubbling cunt. Shifting her face, Carol licked at the other thigh, her eyes closed with this ecstasy she was feeling. Her tongue went up and down the girl's creamy thighs, licking mostly along the inner surfaces where it was most sensitive. Her hands moved up and down the outside, and over Patty's rounded hips. Patty was cooing and writhing her hips about, arching her pussy up. The fresh, clean scent of Patty's cunt was sweet to Carol's senses, and she gazed for a moment at the bulge of that gorgeous pubic mound. Again she stroked a fingertip up and down the crotch of the girl's tight panties. A growl came from Carol's throat. She shoved her mouth to Patty's crotch, sucking at her moist panties. She pulled at the panties with her teeth, then lapped her tongue up and down, tasting the wetness of that delicious cunt through the thin panties. "Ooooo," Patty moaned. "Mmmm ... ohhh, yes, Carol!" Carol felt Patty's hands on her cheeks, trying to guide her lips and tongue. She felt the girl press her cunt into her mouth, and she began to lick with swift movements at those thin panties. Patty lifted her thighs and pressed them against Carol's face. The satiny feel of Patty's thighs on her face sent a tremble of intense desire rumbling about her body, and she whimpered into the girl's cunt. Carol's hands moved under the teenager's lifted ass. She cupped Patty's ass cheeks, finding them tight and firm and fitting perfectly in her palms. Then she was tasting the wetness of Patty's sweet pussy. The girl pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy to Carol's tongue and lips. Carol did not hesitate; she began to lick her tongue up and down the puffy cunt lips, tasting the sugary sweetness of this delightful girl. She twisted her tongue about Patty's throbbing little clit, then closed her hot lips on it, sucking hard. Patty shoved her cunt harder in to Carol's face and began to grind. "Oooo, inside me," Patty was pleading. "Ohhh, Carol, put your tongue inside me!" Carol's tongue shot into Patty's cunt, feeling the honeyed cunt lips tighten. She thrust her tongue in and out, feeling Patty's cunt flex about it. She sucked at the seeping pussy juices, swallowing as her mouth filled. The slippery sweetness was delicious to Carol, and she plunged her tongue in and out like a cock, fucking Patty's cunt almost frantically, digging her fingers into that tight little ass. Patty turned and twisted, tossing her crotch up and down, rubbing her cunt into Carol's face with frenzied motions. "Ahhh, lick me, Carol," Patty moaned in a sobbing, soft voice, grinding excitedly, "Oooo, lick me, lick me!" Carol was now on her knees, her ass in the air, her face buried tightly into Patty's crotch, sucking and licking that sweet cunt. She waggled her ass when spasms of pleasure rippled through her cunt. She dug her fingers hard into the firm cheeks of Patty's ass, trying to shove her face as tightly as she could into the steaming cunt. Her tongue fucked in and out of those tight lips, lapping about the rigid, throbbing petals of flesh. She was moaning softly as she sucked and licked Patty's cunt. Patty, with her finger hooked into her panties to hold the crotch far to one side, pressed the back of Carol's head with the other hand, grinding her cunt ecstatically against the woman's sucking, licking mouth. Her hot thighs scissored about Carol's head. Waves of gentle orgasms were going off between Carol's thighs, her cunt convulsing in liquid heat. Wet sounds filled the living room as her tongue lapped furiously at Patty's tasty cunt. She buried her tongue as deep as she could into the sugary, syrupy pussy, flicking it against the satiny cunt walls, feeling Patty's clit convulsing against her upper lip. Carol was thrilled to feel Patty's succulent cunt lips squeezing her tongue as she fucked it in and out. The sounds of Patty's sobbing voice as she came excited Carol as much as eating this pussy did. "Oh, God!" Patty was whimpering. "Oh, God ... Oh, God! I'm cumming, Carol! Oooooo, I'm cumming ... so good ... so beautiful!" Carol held the girl's twisting little ass tightly, feeling her ass cheeks flex in her hands as she fucked her tongue in and out of the spasming cunt. Her own pussy was going through a series of orgasms. Her body shook, her upturned ass waving about as she came. Carol held her mouth against Patty's cunt, feeling the girl starting to relax, her body going limp. She gently let Patty's ass down, then pulled her hands away. She lowered her own ass and sat back, her legs straight out before her. She was still shaking from the pleasure. Her cheeks and chin were wet from Patty's cunt, and her lips felt slightly puffy, bruised. She watched with heavy, unfocused eyes as Patty lay where she was, legs still spread. The crotch of her panties seemed pulled to one side by some invisible fingers. Carol saw the pale blonde pubic hair, the pink lips of that sweet cunt, and the tip of Patty's clit. Finally Patty struggled up, crossing her legs again in front of her. Her dark eyes were sparkling and she was smiling happily. "I knew you wanted to lick me, Carol," she said in her soft, whispery voice. "I knew you would lick me when I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor." That was more than Carol knew. "I came to see you because I knew what you wanted, and I knew I wanted it just as much as you did." Carol shivered, seeing those bold eyes, wondering how a girl so young could see and understand so much. She had felt excitement seeing Patty's panties in the ice cream parlor, of course, but ... eating her cunt? She had not intended to lick the young girl's pussy, not on a conscious level, anyway. After sitting quietly like that, Patty on the couch, Carol on the floor, Patty bounced to her feet. "I'd like to come back again some time if you will let me." Before Carol could reply, Patty was gone. Carol washed her face in her bathroom. She looked into the mirror, seeing a beautiful face there. She had never eaten pussy before, yet she had willingly licked Patty's cunt. She had found the young girl irresistible, and she had shoved her face into that sweet cunt--not just eagerly, but hungrily. There had been something about Patty that Carol had been unable to understand, an attraction she had never felt for a girl in her entire life. She wasn't sorry she had sucked that pussy, though--not a bit. Carol had lovely dark hair, hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes, also dark, had a slight slant to them. She had full, sensual lips, and her neck was long. Her skin was unblemished, creamy the way Patty's was. Carol threw her shoulders back and looked critically at her breasts. Nothing wrong with those, she thought. There was nothing wrong with any part of her body. She could stand next to Patty any day, although there was about fifteen years' difference in their ages. Carol lifted her skirt to her waist and looked at herself. She was wearing pantyhose, but no panties. The dark curls of her cunt showed clearly through the garment. Her hips were rounded-- her thighs straight and full, yet slim. She twisted her neck and peered over her shoulder. Her ass was very shapely, still as firm as it had been when she was Patty's age. The ass cheeks were full, rounded in an enticing way. Smoothing her skirt, she thought there was certainly nothing wrong with what she had. All the goodies were in place. Carol hoped it wouldn't be too long before her doorbell rang again and it would be that precious little piece of pussy she had just so lovingly tasted.

I walked right by her noticing she had looked my way. I saw her outfit, how tight it was. The material clung to her full frame like second skin and that made me peek her way a second time. She continued her conversation playfully licking her lips and glancing my way. I pretended not to see her as her hair swept her shoulder while her head nodded. I don’t have time for any more hook-ups I thought heading to my seat. I just wanted to eat dinner in peace and contemplate this last hookup. I am so tired of men leaving me, I swear if I had a dollar for every breakup. I leafed through my menu as the soft tone of Barry White filled the restaurant’s atmosphere. “From the lady in the blue,” the waiter said placing a glass of red wine and card down in front of me. Umm this lady is really persistent. I put down the menu, raised the glass in her direction, and smiled. When I looked down at the card it read: Let me taste you. Now, I’m not one to have relationships with woman but the way this lady looked at me was different. I stared into her eyes as she mouthed that her date had left. She reached over and picked up a piece of ice out of the champagne bucket. She slowly guided the ice around her lips and down her chin all while looking at me. It was the two of us in that section of the restaurant, alone, she had my full attention. She trailed the ice down her chest and cleavage licking out her tongue, then back up to her mouth. She played with the ice in her fingers with her tongue, flicking and sucking on it. Watching her made the temperature rise between my thighs. I started to imagine her tongue caressing my pearl, moving in and out of my wetness. My face was still but under the table my juices had already started to flow. She watched me and made every inclination that she wanted to be inside me. I couldn’t believe no one around us saw her; honestly I don’t even care because I wanted to feel her. She started to make her way over to my booth, walking slow and sexy. “ I told my date to leave,” she said in a smooth sexy voice that made the inside of my thighs shake. She scooted in closer to me in the booth and whispered in my ear, “ I told him to leave so I can taste you.” I squeezed my insides tight, contracting my muscles. Holding the menu up in front of her she started to ease her tongue in my mouth. I exhaled loudly as her tongue traced a line down my neck. She kissed down my neck and to my shoulder nibbling softly as she went down. “ If you don’t want me to taste you tell me” she said looking into my eyes now. I kept my eyes diverted because half of me couldn’t believe what was going on. “ Okay I will,” she smiled lowering her fingers under the table. I let out a moan as her fingers found their way between my thighs. “ Nice and wet” she moaned leaning into me “ That’s how I love it.” Pulling my panties to the side she started to finger me with slow strokes. I put my head back and closed my eyes enjoying every moment of pleasure. Her two fingers parted me to let one massage my essence. I started to shake and she slowed down the pace. “Not yet” she whispered, lowering her fingers to insert me. In and out she probed inside me then stopped. The waiter was at our table smiling. I don’t know if he knew what was going on, I think he just liked to see two beautiful ladies. “So, what would you two beautiful ladies like for this evening?” He asked looking at our faces. “Mmm,” She started “ I’d like something nice, juicy, succulent, and sweet.” The waiter looked from my face to hers and started to blush. She scooted closer to him and eased her hand on his leg, “ $50 to keep this area empty” she looked from his face to her purse. Pulling out a crisp fifty dollar bill and putting it into his pocket pressing down on the print in his black slacks. He let out a small moan revealing his pleasure as she began to lightly stroke him from the outside of his pants. She ran her hand down his leg and he agreed. “ So now that we’re alone,” she started “ let me taste how sweet you are.” She eased her body under the table, pulled my panties off, and spread my legs apart. Then she started to kiss from the side of my knee up to my spot. She ran circles around my jewel, slowly brining me into her mouth. She kissed my vertical lips and ran her tongue around my spot. It felt so good that I grabbed her head and began to stroke her hair. I ran my fingers through her hair as she started to finger me under the table. She played with my clit just as she did the ice with her tongue. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when she pressed down on my g-spot with her finger, while licking up my honey. She got back in her seat and started to feel on my breast. “ You taste so good,” she said exposing my breast. Taking my nipple into her mouth she sucked passionately. Running a trail from my nipple back up to my mouth she French kissed me. I put my breast back in, from fear of someone seeing me. It would be more acceptable to see women kissing than women having sex in the open. “ I don’t want to stay here, follow me home, “ she suggested while taking up her purse. She waited for me to follow but I hesitated. Then without another word I grabbed my purse and followed her out the door. Back at her place she introduced herself as Karen. I thought it was strange for her to sexually taste me, and then tell me her name but hey; it wasn’t my rules I was going with the flow. Karen led me to her bedroom and I got an eyeful. She had decorated her walls deep blue; her floors were plush and black. The bed matched the black and blue in the room with big fluffy pillows and satin sheets. Walking into the room she started to take her clothes off and instructed me to do the same thing. I took in her naked body, my eyes roaming from top to bottom. Her breast were full and sexy, thick thighs, nice plump ass, and pretty feet. This girl was so sexy, I know she could have any man she wanted but she wants me. “Leave on your panties and bra, I want to take them off” she told me walking over to me as I undressed. I exposed my matching red bra and panty set, her eyes widen at the sight of my body. She came up behind me and started to kiss my neck and down my shoulder, pulling one bra strap down. Then she kissed the other side pulling both straps down. She uncovered my hardened nipples and continued to kiss down my body. She got down on her knees and licked her way down the center of my back. I stepped out of my panties and faced her. I couldn’t explain what had gotten over me but what I was going through with her felt so right. Backing me into her dresser she stayed on her knees and draped my legs behind her shoulders. She took me into her mouth once more licking deeper this time, with more passion. She licked down my thighs and to my belly button and I enjoyed it. She flicked my engorged clit with her tongue while she stroked my nipples with her fingers. My body started crashing with moan after moan as she sucked my jewel. She began to finger me; in and out her fingers explored my insides. She took her two fingers and licked my juices off and stuck them back in soaking her fingers once more. Grinding my body on her mouth and fingers I started to come. She held my body close to her as I eased away from her. The feeling was so powerful I couldn’t control how hard I had come. My chest heaved and I uncontrollably knocked her perfumes off her dresser top. I searched for something to grab as my knees buckled around her head; but she continued to stoke my g-spot and suck on me. I grabbed a lock of her hair as I started to come down from my orgasm. I lay limp on top of her dresser as she licked the rim of her lips staring in my eyes. When my breathing stabilized I spread her body on the floor and started to kiss her. “No, I just wanted to taste you tonight.” She said blocking my kisses from her lips. “ If you don’t want me to taste you, tell me to stop.” I looked at her. She never answered so I used my tongue to explore her body. I listened for her moans and continued. I licked my way down to her thighs and her legs parted. I smelled her sweetness and closed my eyes and returned the favor. When I woke up in the morning she wasn’t beside me. She had been on the sofa watching TV. “ Did you sleep well?” She asked me, standing to let me out. I told her that we had to get together another time; we agreed. I walked out of her house knowing that she’s gotten the best taste of all, me.

“I’m your teacher and your elder, so you have to listen to what I say. Got that cunts?” said Miss Robbins. Being fast learners, Leigh and Jasmine only nodded their heads with understanding. Their lips slightly parted, eyes - nervous. Jasmine could feel goose bumps run up her body, from both cold and shear pleasure; no one had ever spoken to her this way. She was ALWAYS the aggressor in bed. “Go sit in your desks… and keep your skirts off,” said Miss Robbins. She was relishing the power she had over the girls. Calmly and sexily, one heel in front of the other making her hips sway left and right, Miss Robbins walked toward her desk. Jasmine and Leigh had both eyes glued to her tight ass wanting to know what was under her skirt. Miss Robbins reached into her desk for a small silver key, walked over to a filing cabinet, and unlocked the bottom drawer. Inside she unlocked a box that contained another key. She walked over to an armoire that was used to hold coats, but she pulled out a chest that the students assumed was a random prop and had never questioned its contents. Miss Robbins opened the chest and smiled a sly sexy smile. With her back to the girls, she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her white lacy bra and soft creamy skin. Jasmine and Leigh both sat up straight in their desks, excited, and trying to get the best view of her body possible. Miss Robbins then slid out of her skirt, making sure to bend over to give the girls a perfect look at her pussy mound. To Jasmine’s delight, Miss Robbins was wearing matching white lace bikini-cut underwear under a black garter belt that held up her black sheer stockings with the seam running vertically up her long legs. Jasmine and Leigh both got wet and desperately wanted to do some serious extracurricular activities with Miss Robbins. Reaching into the chest, Miss Robbins pulled out a pair of black furry handcuffs and rope. “Leigh. Come to me,” said Miss Robbins. Leigh sprang out of her desk and walked over to Miss Robbins. Miss Robbins looked Leigh up and down. “Turn around. Bend down and touch your toes,” ordered Miss Robbins. Leigh did as she was told. Miss Robbins spanked her tight little ass once, then again, harder leaving a red mark. Leigh let out a soft whimper. Miss Robbins then slid her middle finger over Leigh’s pussy over her underwear. She could feel her juices and stroked her slit up and down. “You’re very very wet Leigh, you soaked your panties. Do you like what you see? Or do you like being told what to do? Do you like being watched? Or are you just a dirty little whore who wants to fuck me?” said Miss Robbins sternly. “All of them, Miss Robbins,” Leigh said beggingly. “That’s my girl, and believe me - I’m going to give you all of them… especially with that surveillance camera in the corner of the room. Smile!” teased Miss Robbins. “Now go sit down in my chair, and spread your legs like a good girl.” “Jasmine!” yelled Miss Robbins, “Get the fuck up. Don’t you say a word. Come here.” Jasmine walked to Miss Robbins with hesitation. As soon as she stood in front of her Miss Robbins pulled her hard and kissed her with the most passionate and sensual kiss she had ever had. Miss Robbins’ tongue assaulted her mouth with such skill her pussy instantly tightened up in anticipation to feel that same assault on her clit. Jasmine attempted to put her hands on Miss Robbins’ face only to have them held behind her back. Miss Robbins licked Jasmine’s neck making every hair on her body stand on end. Jasmine was in heaven, her heart beat faster and faster, her breath grew shorter and quicker. She could feel her pussy dripping with cum. Almost as if reading her mind, Miss Robbins dropped to her knees and took off Jasmine’s panties with her teeth. She inhaled the smell of her hot wet young delicious pussy. ‘Shaved, just like I like it,’ thought Miss Robbins. She came back up slowly and took off her blouse and bra. Miss Robbins twisted Jasmine’s hard nipples and immediately began giving them a tongue bath. Jasmine was in heaven and thought she could cum at any moment. “Ugh! Ahhh, mmmmm,” moaned Jasmine. Miss Robbins licked her way up to Jasmine’s ear. “I didn’t say you could open your mouth bitch. You can moan, but keep your fucking mouth shut,” she whispered sexily into her hear. “For that, go stand in front of Leigh.” Jasmine, reluctant at first, did as she was told. “Tie her legs to the chair,” she told Jasmine. “Now put your hands behind your back.” Miss Robbins handcuffed Jasmine’s hands behind her back. Jasmine looked into Leigh’s green eyes and she could see the lust that filled them. She couldn’t help her herself and kissed Leigh hard. Miss Robbins took out a cat-o-nine tails and whipped Jasmine’s upper thighs. “Argh!” Jasmine groaned through her teeth. “I never said to kiss her, did I?” instructed Miss Robbins. “Now unbutton her shirt with your teeth.” She watched Jasmine fumble. “I said now!” Jasmine looked at her with pleading eyes. “Bite one side and pull hard,” said Miss Robbins. Leigh’s breathing quickened as she grew excited to see Jasmine handle her so roughly. She ripped her shirt open exposing Leigh’s perky breasts with hard pink nipples. “Suck her nipples,” ordered Miss Robbins. Jasmine immediately put Leigh’s breast into her mouth, circling her hard nipples, playfully nibbling them, and sucking them as if it were the last thing she would do. Miss Robbins joined her and began sucking her other nipple. Leigh moaned and squirmed in her chair, grinding her pussy. She put her hands on their heads and pushed them harder onto her breasts. With her free hand, Miss Robbins pushed over her panties and spread her pussy juice all over her hot slit. Her clit was a hard nub. “MmmMMmMMmm!!” moaned Leigh. “Get on your knees Jasmine and eat her dripping pussy,” commanded Miss Robbins. “And you, you’re going to get what you wanted.” Jasmine dropped to her knees and thrust her tongue into Leigh’s pussy lips. ‘She’s sooo wet,’ thought Jasmine. She slurped and licked and tongue-fucked Leigh’s pussy. Miss Robbins crawled onto her desk and positioned her pussy in front of Leigh’s mouth. “Eat my pussy, Leigh,” said Miss Robbins, “and make me cum hard.” Leigh dove into Miss Robbins’ pussy. ‘It smells soooo good!’ thought Leigh. Leigh reached around to Miss Robbins’ nipples and began tickling and twisting them as she slurped up her juices. Wanting every part of her pussy on her face, Leigh thrust her tongue into her hot tight hole causing Miss Robbins to moan and jerk. Leigh began to moan into Miss Robbins’ pussy because of Jasmine’s expert tongue. She knew exactly where Leigh liked to have her pussy licked, sucked, and nibbled. Leigh needed more of Miss Robbins. “I need to be inside of you,” Leigh begged, not waiting for permission. Immediately Leigh thrust three slender fingers into Miss Robbins while licking her clit. “Oh FUCK ! Yeah, shit. Fuck me hard… harder! Yeah, like that. Mmmm, shit that feels good. Fuck my pussy Leigh,” said Miss Robbins. Leigh was reaching her climax. Her pussy was burning, her clit was on fire. She rubbed her nose and chin all over Miss Robbins’ pussy. She started to tremble and felt like she was going to explode. She moaned hard into Miss Robbins’ pussy. “AAAAHHH!!!! FUCK I’M CUMMING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Leigh fell limp and stopped fucking Miss Robbins. Jasmine, like an obedient dog, lapped Leigh’s cum clean. “Jasmine, lick Leigh’s face - I want you to taste my pussy,” said Miss Robbins. Miss Robbin’s watched Jasmine kiss Leigh passionately and suck her face clean of her cum. Leigh loved tasting herself. Stepping off the desk, Miss Robbins stood in front of Jasmine. She moved Jasmine in front of the desk and made her lean over onto it, giving her a clear view of her pussy and ass. She grabbed the whip, and traced her back, her arms, and her round juicy ass sending more goose bumps up Jasmine’s back. “MMmmm,” Jasmine moaned. CRACK , went the whip on Jasmine’s ass. Miss Robbins’ loved using her whip. She whipped her ass again, and harder. “Do you like that? I love watching your cheeks get red and bounce under my whip.” CRACK , this time on her back between her shoulder blades. “You’re going to remember this night, Jasmine.” CRACK , on the back of her thighs. Miss Robbins replaced the whip with her mouth, sucking and kissing tenderly every red welt from the whip. “AhhmmmmMMMmmm,” Jasmine exhaled. ‘I don’t care if she’s hurting me, it feels sooo good,’ thought Jasmine. “Do you want to say something?” Miss Robbins asked. Jasmine nodded her head yes. “Speak,” commanded Miss Robbins. “Fuck me, please,” asked Jasmine. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” Miss Robbins questioned. Jasmine nodded yes. Again from the chest, Miss Robbins found a blindfold and tied it around Jasmine’s eyes. She went back to the chest and stepped into her strap-on harness. Leigh’s eyes grew large with wonder and excitement. Miss Robbins held a finger up to her mouth, ‘Shh.’ She reached back into her chest and pulled out her dildo, inserted it into the harness, and walked back over to Jasmine. Jasmine felt Miss Robbins come back and she could smell her perfume near. Miss Robbins kissed Jasmine’s back and arms. “You’re getting what you wanted,” she cooed to Jasmine, and in one thrust shoved the entire dildo inside Jasmine’s yearning pussy. “ OH MY GOD !! MMmmm, fuck me. Aaahh, oooohhh!” she screamed. Miss Robbins grabbed her hips and fucked the shit out of her pussy. She loved watching her big fat dick go in and out of Jasmine’s wet hole. Soon Jasmine was rocking her hips back onto the cock trying to get it all inside her. She loved being fucked hard. “Suck her nipples, Leigh” Miss Robbins instructed. Leigh loved watching the pleasure wash over Jasmine’s face. She kissed Jasmine, and licked her way down her neck to her breasts. She bit her nipple, just liked Jasmine liked, and sucked them hard. She massaged her breasts, alternating between nipples always keeping an eye on the security camera hoping to give a good show to whoever was watching. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck my pussy, ooohhh yeeeah fuck my pussy!” Jasmine pleaded. “You love my big cock inside of you, don’t you? You’ve been wanting me to teach you how to cum hard, haven’t you?” asked Miss Robbins. “Yeeeeeeesssss, please keep fucking my cunt with your cock. I’m going to cum so hard,” said Jasmine. “Leigh! Come whip me,” commanded Miss Robbins. Leigh had never been the aggressor, but she knew better than to disobey Miss Robbins. She walked around, picked up the whip, and struck Miss Robbins’ ass. “Harder! Mmm,” ordered Miss Robbins. Leigh’s whipping turned Miss Robbins on like no other. She fucked Jasmine harder with each whipping. She moaned out loud with each lashing, causing Jasmine to reach her climax. “Oh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah yeah yeah yeah yeah, fuck…. yeah…. MMmmm…. ahhhAAHHH!” screamed Jasmine. “Cum for me! Cum all over my cock!” demanded Miss Robbins. Jasmine began shaking violently. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!OooooooOOOooOOOoOOH! YEEEEEAAAAHH!” Jasmine fell onto the desk, and Miss Robbins pulled out of her dripping puffy pussy. She undid Jasmine’s handcuffs. Both girls were spent. Leigh went over to Jasmine and kissed her mouth gently, untying her blindfold. “That was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had,” said Jasmine with tears of ecstasy in her eyes. Miss Robbins stepped out of her strap-on harness. “There are a lot of things I can teach you both, you just have to be open… minded.” “It’s pretty late,” Leigh said. “Maybe we should get going.” “ No . You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done. You’re not going to be selfish , are you ladies??” Miss Robbins inquired. “She can get a little jealous sometimes,” said Jasmine with a smile “because she knows that I really want to fuck you.” “There’s enough of me for the both of you,” Miss Robbins retorted. “I loved having you inside me, Leigh. But we’re not done here. At least… not till I say we are.” Jasmine and Leigh looked at each other for an agreement. “Teach me how to fuck you,” said Leigh. “What ever happened to your boyfriend, Leigh? Do you like girls and boy, or just women?” Miss Robbins asked. Jasmine shot Leigh an angry glare. “Fuck him. It’s just for show. I love pussy. Jasmine knows I belong to her, but you can have me… us…whenever you want, too,” Leigh said. Jasmine smiled and kissed her girlfriend. “Good. I only fuck lesbians,” said Miss Robbins. END PART 3

I had always known that I was equally interested in girls and boys. I never gave the matter much thought, just accepted that I was getting the best of both worlds. When I was in my teens I lived with my parents and two older sisters in a fairly large house with quite extensive gardens. Well, we had a tennis court, a swimming pool and an apple orchard, and to me that seemed big. However, there was one occasion when some relatives from abroad came to stay with us, a family of five, and suddenly the house didn’t seem quite as big. Uncle Ben (a sheep farmer) and Aunt Sarah together with cousins Jane, Michael and David packed in with us and I had to give up my bedroom to David. I was moved into the box room which was little more than a big cupboard. I had known of this arrangement for the previous two weeks and I resented it; I knew I was going to hate David because of it. When we met them at the airport, my resentment melted; David was the youngest of the cousins and about 6 months older than me. We were almost identical in height and stature and David had curly ginger hair, blue eyes and a cheeky smile that could win anybody over. From that point on I changed my mind about him completely and leant over backwards to make him welcome. We loaded their luggage into the mini bus which my father had hired and set off for home. The trip home took about 2 hours and although there was very little conversation between us, there were a number of occasions when I caught David looking at me. Each time he looked away quickly and I pretended not to notice, but I couldn’t help wondering if his thoughts were going in the same direction as mine. On arrival I was instructed to help David get his 2 cases up to my room. I ushered David into my room, saying “Here we are, make yourself at home”, and I set his small case down on the end of the bed. He put his large case on the floor then grabbed me by the arm and turned me to face him. His face had taken on a serious expression and he said, “Joe, I feel rotten pushing you out of your room, it should be me in the box room”. “Oh, that’s no problem” I said, “Don’t give it another thought. I hope you find the bed comfortable, but you will have to put up with me paying you fairly frequent visits as all my clothes are here and there’s no room to move anything over to the box room”. David said, “Joe, it’s your room, so come and go as you please”. I said “Thanks”, and with a grin I added “I will remember to knock”. David grinned back and started to say something but changed his mind before any words came out. I had cleared a cupboard for David to store his things, so I helped him empty his cases and pack his things away. While this was going on David chatted about being jet lagged and doubted if he was going to be able to sleep that night. I told him that he could watch my TV if he couldn’t sleep and I showed him 2 shelves containing about 100 video cassettes. He spent the next 5 minutes looking through them and then said that there were at least 20 there which he had not seen, then he said, in a lower voice, “Have you got any naughty ones”. I put on a disgusted expression for a few seconds and then I laughed and said “Of course I have”. I showed David a small metal safe, fixed to the floor in my wardrobe, told him the combination for the lock and said “there’s about a dozen there and they get naughtier the further you go down the pile”. He ruffled my hair and said that he thought I was as big a rascal as he was. I looked straight at him and said “You can count on that, but right now I think we had better go and see what all the others are up to. We found the others gathered in the kitchen where my mother was dispensing mugs of coffee. There were about 4 different conversations going on, and I think I overheard Uncle Ben suggesting that we should pay a return visit to them next year. Keen to show David the size of our garden I pointed through the kitchen window to the orchard (about 200 M away) and said “If you look between the trees you can just see the back gate”. Uncle Ben, who was standing just behind me, gave a little laugh and walked away. “Did I say something funny” I asked and Jane said “Dad was probably thinking that it takes us about 45 minutes in a 4 x 4 to reach our back gate”. Aunt Sarah joined in at this point and said “We’re on a ranch and we actually have a small mountain in what you could call our back garden. But we’re not bragging and this isn’t a competition. Like you we also have a pool, but it’s fed from a mountain stream and is much too cold to swim, so we are all keen to try out yours”. I looked at David and said “Oops, I thought I was going to impress you with the size of our garden”. He replied “You have, it’s just the right size. We live right out in the sticks; our nearest neighbour is 4 miles away and its 10 miles to town. Not so bad for Jane and Michael, they both have cars but for me it’s pretty restrictive. I do have a quad bike which I can use across country to visit a couple of friends, but apart from that it can be a bit lonely. So, how about we go and sample the delights of your pool, it’s very warm this afternoon and the pool looks very inviting”. Michael overheard David’s comment and said that he thought it a good idea if we all went for a swim. Every one agreed and we all got changed into our swimming kit. I saw David dig out a pair of bright blue speedos so I hunted through my drawers to find mine which were almost the same shade of blue. David and I were the first to arrive at the pool, where we hung our towels on the rail and stood looking at one another. Neither of us tried to disguise the fact that we were eyeing each other up and down, and apparently liking what we were seeing. David’s muscles were a little more developed than mine except for my shoulders and biceps as I had been practicing weight lifting, and in order to show this off, I clasped my hands behind my head. David stared for a few seconds then said “This is uncanny, you have a small mole above your right nipple and I have the same on my left side. If we stand face to face, below shoulder level we will appear as mirror images of each other”. With that he pulled me in front of him and moved in very close to compare the height of our moles and sure enough, they coincided (give or take half an inch). This action caused our nipples to brush against each other and that sent a little tingle through me. It must have had a similar effect on David as he gasped and pulled me a little closer. This caused me to panic as I was chubbing and my sisters and Jane were now walking toward the pool. I glanced down at David’s crotch and saw a tent forming, so I pushed him sideways, causing him to lose his balance and we fell together into the pool. We both hit the water flat sending up a tremendous splash. As we surfaced, the three girls arrived at the pool, looking very concerned and Pat (my eldest sister) said “What on earth happened, are you guys alright”. “We’re ok” David called back, “We were just practicing some synchronized diving”. “Hmmm” said Pat, “Well just don’t do it again”. As the girls were creeping carefully into the pool, David whispered to me “We have to talk” “Yes” I said “We do, but later”. A few minutes later we were joined by Michael who was carrying a ball and some air beds which he threw into the pool. For the next couple of hours we raced, played ball games and generally played around, enjoying ourselves. When the sun sank a little lower the three girls and Michael decided to play tennis, so they went to get changed leaving me alone in the pool with David. We climbed on to a couple of the air beds and floated together in the middle of the pool. As we were out of ear shot from the house and from the tennis court it was safe for us to chat. David told me that he had 3 male friends, and that he was intimately close to 2 of them and that they “did things” together. He thought he was also interested in girls but due to his locality, he’d not had the chance to try his luck. I confirmed that I was bi and that I’d fancied him since we first met. He responded by saying that he found it very difficult not to hug me while we were unpacking his cases. He went on to tell me about some of the things he’d done with lads from the adjacent farms and I related some of my exploits to him. All the while I was watching the bulge in his speedos gradually increase in size. When it became a full blown boner I asked him if he was thinking of hoisting a sail. He looked down, gasped and rolled over onto his tummy to hide it. It was obvious that he was finding this uncomfortable, as he shifted his position about 4 times in the following half minute. I suggested that he lie across 2 air beds with his dick in the space between them. He decided to give this a go and I helped him into this position. I then rolled off into the water and swam under the air beds. I don’t know if David realised, but as he was shifting position his dick dropped out of his speedos and was now sticking straight down between the beds. It was a bit like being in an underwater glory hole. I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked it slowly for several seconds before returning to the surface. I hardly had time to push the hair out of my eyes before David practically shouted “Why did you stop” and I said “Sorry, I couldn’t hold my breath any longer”. “Well you’ve got me super horny now” he said, “Where can we go”. Next to the pool there was a double garage and an out building which contained the equipment which serviced the pool and adjacent to that, a shower. I pushed the air beds to the side and helped David to scramble out of the pool. We wrapped our towels around our bodies (as we both had something to hide) and walked the short distance to the shower. I locked the door and turned the shower on. The warm water was very pleasant after the cool water of the pool and further enhanced our horny feelings. David immediately got me in a bear hug and started grinding his crotch against mine. I slipped my fingers under the waist band of his speedos and eased them down. He moved a little away from me, making room for his dick to spring up. We were somewhat similar in this department, both being uncut and about the same size. I had a tuft of dark brown pubes and David sported a triangle of ginger hair starting sparsely below his naval and gradually thickening up to a point just above his dick. While rubbing my hands over his wet tummy and soft butt cheeks, I dropped to my knees and taking his shaft in one hand, I pulled his foreskin over my tongue and proceeded to lick around the head of his dick. After a minute or so I pushed his foreskin back and rubbed his glans round in a circle inside my pursed lips. David’s gentle moans soon told me that this action was going to get him off very quickly so I stopped and licked along the length of his shaft until I came to his sack. I gently took his balls into my mouth and sucked them one at a time. While doing this I slipped a finger into his crack and ran it up and down, pausing each time I passed his tight little hole, which I tweaked without using enough pressure to enter him. Then David grabbed me under the arms, pulled me up and said “All change”, then he grabbed both our dicks and wanked us both together for a few seconds before going down on me. He missed out all of the foreplay I’d gone through and going straight for the kill he swallowed my full length and encouraged me to fuck his face by pulling on my bum cheeks. I was more than eager to oblige and for the next few minutes I kept up a steady pace and then David started to finger my crack much the same as I’d done to him, but he pressed harder and got his finger in through my tight hole. He found the spot to massage my prostate and that soon got me close to the edge. David must have sensed my impending orgasm because he eased off a little and for the next minute or so he kept me poised, ready to cum. During this he was also rubbing his own dick, presumably keeping himself just short of the point of no return. Then he suddenly jumped up and scooted round behind me and pressed his precum covered glans into my crack. As he reached around and grabbed my dick he said “Joe, I don’t want to fuck you with no condom, but can I spunk in your crack”. I said “Go on; squirt your jizz in my crack, cum all over me”. David’s chin was resting on my shoulder and his mouth was very close to my ear so I caught every little moan and every breath he took as he quickly wanked me and rubbed his dick in my crack. I don’t know who exploded first, there couldn’t have been more than a second in it, but I suddenly realised that my spunk was running over David’s hand and his was trickling down my inner thighs. After our excitement subsided, David turned me around and hugged me, so we stayed holding one another while our breathing and heart rates returned to something like normal. Then we cleaned up and washed away all signs of our recent activity. David planted a kiss on my cheek and said “You know, Joe, I have a distinct feeling that this is going to be one of my better vacations. As my parents had devised a fairly busy itinerary, showing our guests around the local beauty spots and places of interest, there wasn’t much time for David and me to be alone together. So for the next week or so our sexual activity was limited to sneaking into one another’s bedrooms, in the dead of night and quietly wanking or sucking. Then, by a stroke of luck, we found ourselves left on our own for about 5 hours. We had a little difficulty in deciding what to do first, but eventually we hit on starting with a bubble bath. I turned the bath taps on and added a liberal quantity of bubble liquid to the tub so that by the time it was full the soap bubbles were foaming over the top. When I turned away from the bath I found David was behind me, already stripped and with his equipment standing to attention. David had shaved around his dick so that his ginger pubes now stopped in a straight line about an inch above his dick. Our dicks were both about the same size at a little over 6 inches but my balls were a bit bigger than David’s. I started to pull my tee shirt over my head but before I’d removed it, David had unfastened my belt and had my jeans and boxers down around my ankles, so I stepped out of them and moved toward the bath . David crawled after me, holding on to my thighs and kissing my bum cheeks. He broke contact with me for a second as I stepped into the bath, but as I lowered myself down through the warm water, he came down on top of me and started humping. This action soon set up a wave motion that was in danger of sending water over the sides of the bath, so we realised that our activities would have to be a little less energetic. I rolled over onto my back and David lay back down on me, this time gently rolling our dicks together between our tummies. At the same time our lips met and in a few seconds David’s tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. After a while he knelt up and pulled me into a sitting position, then grabbing a bottle of shower gel he started to soap my chest and back. I did the same to him and then we stood up and continued to soap our lower parts. David gave my inner thighs and crack a fairly vigorous soapy massage and then he pressed his nose and lips into my crack and wiggled his tongue around my anus. Now, I’d been fucked and fingered a few times but had not experienced a tongue in my crack before. This new sensation, I found very exciting and my sphincter was soon uncontrollably clenching and relaxing and I was making quiet little moans. David kept up this action for a few minutes then he turned around and leant forward on his elbows leaving his butt just above water level, “My turn” he said. I knelt behind him, parted his cheeks and blew the soap bubbles out of his crack. I had always been shy of rimming but I knew that after all the soapy massaging, David would be perfectly clean, so with great enthusiasm I pressed my tongue into his crack and gently licked around his bum hole. I pressed a little harder and got the tip of my tongue to enter his anus, causing him to give a gentle sigh. I reached around and held his shaft and I realised his dick was pulsing in time with his bum muscles. He let me continue with this for a couple of minutes and then said “Joe, I really want to feel you inside me, please fuck me. Fuck me pleeeeease”. Thinking of the tidal wave that this would cause, I said “Ok, but have to be in the bedroom”. On hearing this David leaped out of the bath and very quickly started to dry himself then dashed to my bedroom. I followed him, taking a couple of bath towels with me. I spread the towels over the bed and David lay over the side of the bed, face down with his feet still on the floor. As I put a condom on David pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his little bud. There were traces of shower gel still in his crack and this provided some helpful lubrication as I entered him. I was surprised to find how easy it was to get my dick head to slip through David’s anus (he was obviously more experienced in this department than me) and in a couple of seconds his bum had swallowed half of my dick. At that point I stopped to asses David’s reaction, and he said “What are you waiting for”, I said “Are you ok” and he replied “ Never better, enjoying every second” , so I pressed and the rest of my cock disappeared into him. I had fucked guys a few times before, but always in a standing position with very little clothes removed and in a garden shed or hidden in the bushes, so this was the 1st time I had been nude with another guy in the comfort of my own bed. The close feeling and warmth of David’s body was having a profound effect on me and very soon I felt a little tingle starting to build. I didn’t want to cum too soon and disappoint David so I almost withdrew and squeezed my dick hard, just behind the glans. It hurt, but it had the desired effect and for the moment, at least, my orgasm had been pushed back. I slipped straight back in and continued with long slow strokes, almost withdrawing my dick before plunging it back in. I noticed that David gave a little moan each time I started to thrust and I guessed that was the point where my dick head slid past his “g” spot. So I started some very short strokes with my dick in this position, gradually getting faster and faster. David’s moans changed to long sighs and his fingers clenched the sheet and pillow, then suddenly he said “stop”. I was surprised as I thought he was about to cum, but he continued to say “Let me turn round, I want to see you as I shoot”. I slipped out and David got into position on his back with a pillow under his bum, then he swung his legs up and over his head and as I knelt in front of him he lowered his legs onto my shoulders. I found it more difficult to enter him in this position and he definitely felt tighter, but I was soon fucking him again with long strokes. David’s dick was bobbing up and down between us and I could see the tip covered in precum, so I took his shaft in my hand and rubbed in time with my thrusts. My excitement started to build then right on queue David’s dick jumped a couple of times. I knew from my experience in wanking him that this happened when he was a couple of seconds from going over the top. I was a little further away than that so I stopped rubbing his dick and increased the speed of my thrusts, and then David grabbed his dick and wanked furiously. His breath was coming in quick gasps and between them he just managed to say “Joe, I’m—I—Ah—Ah—Ahhhh”, and hot jizz hit me on the chest and under my chin. That did it for me and for the next half minute I trounced David’s bum in an uncontrolled way as my orgasm took over. I collapsed on top of him with my eyes closed and he lowered his legs and wrapped them around me, at the same time, putting his arms around me. As I opened my eyes I found David smiling at me, “No need to ask if you enjoyed that” he said. We lay there making out for about 20 minutes then David said “Maybe we should get cleaned up before we stick together”. Back in the bathroom the bath tub was still a mass of bubbles, so I let the water drain and we both jumped into the shower. While we were rinsing off I felt David’s dick slap me a couple of times and I realised that he had gone as hard as a rock again. I backed up against him expecting his dick to press into the small of my back, but David bent his knees to get a bit lower and pushed his dick between my thighs so that his dick head was just below my nut sack. I got 3 fingers around his glans and started to play with it as he fondled me and got me back to a full erection. I moved forward a little and pushed David’s dick head back along my taint (which was now covered in precum), and David rubbed it a few times as he prodded it into my tight little bud. I saw David pick something out of the soap dish and he said “Glad I thought to bring this with me” and he proceeded to unpack a condom and roll it over his slippery dick. After rubbing his sheath covered member along my crack and taint to scoop up his own precum to lube the sheath, he lined up with my anus and pushed hard. David’s dick was of considerably greater girth than anything that had penetrated me before so I knew that I was going to be stretched, and sure enough, it hurt. Even though the pain had brought tears to my eyes, I was determined not to let David know, but I think he sensed my discomfort as he was very gentle and careful. He eased in a little at a time, pausing to allow me to get used to it, then when he was right in, he waited for me to relax. Soon after he started to move inside me the pain began to fade and was replaced by a far more enjoyable sensation. This coupled with David kissing my neck, rubbing his hands round my chest and tummy and giving my package an occasional grope, soon got me panting and moaning. I don’t know which of us was the more vocal but the bath room was soon filled with little cries, sighs, and the sound of wet skin slapping together. All too soon David’s thrusts became erratic and he hugged me very tightly. He whispered into my ear “Here I go again”, and then he started to tremble and gave a long sigh. I think at that point, his knees gave out because I found I was supporting his full weight and he was gradually slipping out of me. He slowly collapsed onto the floor where he sat looking apologetically at me and said “Sorry Joe, I didn’t get you off”. With that he scrambled into a kneeling positon and took my dick in his mouth. I was very close to blowing it but David was very good at edging me and for the next minute or so he moved his lips and tongue tantalisingly slowly around my dick head. Then he got back to his feet and having discarded the condom, rubbed his soft slippery dick around my throbbing boner, before stretching his foreskin over my glans. He had a generous foreskin and with his dick being flaccid, he was easily able to encompass the whole of my head. He wanked me with his foreskin, slowly at first but then with increasing speed, causing me to empty my sack in a few seconds. My ejaculation caused David’s foreskin to balloon and after I’d finished cumming, he squeezed the bulge causing our dicks to burst apart. We embraced, hugged and kissed for a few minutes then moved apart and let the shower clean us up. We got dressed, tidied the bath room and bedroom then watched some TV while we waited for our families to return. Unfortunately there was no further occasion during their stay that we were left alone again, but even so, there was hardly a night where we didn’t meet up in the small hours and quietly get one another off, one way or the other. The time soon came for them to leave us and having finalised plans for us to visit them the following year, we took them to the airport. When we said our good byes, David gave my hand a special squeeze and gave me a wink, leaving me to imagine what he might have in mind for next year.

My first sexual encounter happened in the spring of 1982. I had just turned 14, and was with my family at a sportsman’s club that we were members of near Orlando, Florida. The club had horseback riding, tennis, skeet shooting, a gym, and dining facilities. We would normally spend the day there and cap it off with a nice dinner. I was tall for my age at 5’6” and pretty thin, but was definitely a late bloomer when it came to sexual characteristics. I could count the number of dark brown hairs just above my circumcised penis, probably less than 20, had no hair under my arms at all, and only a few short dark hairs at the base of my legs. I had only started masturbating a few months previously, and was somewhat concerned that I seemed to be mostly interested in fantasizing about other boys. That evening my sisters and I were playing HORSE at the club basketball court while my parents got ready for dinner. The rest of the court was deserted except for one boy down at the other end shooting hoops by himself. It came time for dinner and my sisters left for the dining room. I wasn’t that hungry thanks to a late snack, and told them to let mom and dad know that I would meet everyone after dinner. So with them gone, it was just me shooting hoops at one end of the court and the other boy at the far end. Soon enough my ball rolled to his end of the court and I said “hi” as I went to pick it up. We got to talking and shooting baskets. His name was Brad, and he had just turned 15 a month to the day before my birthday. He was shorter than me by an inch and a little stockier but still thin, with sandy blond hair that was a little longer than mine, well over his ears. He obviously hadn’t started shaving yet but had a line of honey-blond peach fuzz on his upper lip. He was definitely tanner than me and looked like a surfer kid. In fact, looking back on the experience, I think he might have been a little stoned. He told me that his dad was the maintenance manager for the club, and he was stuck waiting for him to come back from some sort of emergency on the other side of the property. He was probably going to be gone at least another hour. Brad was wearing a white T-shirt from the rock band The Who, a pair of blue OP shorts and sandals. He had a nice butt, and nice strong legs, with a fair amount of blond leg hair going up from his ankles to his knees, but much less visible above that. I had a thing about body hair at the time (probably because I barely had any) and I really wanted to see if he had any hair under his arms or anywhere else. He must have noticed that I was spending far more time checking him out than shooting hoops, and that every time he raised the ball over his head I was pretty obviously trying to look down his armpits or at his waist. Finally he kind of laughed a little and said “What are you looking at?” I was horrified that he saw me looking and stammered, “Nothing. What do you mean? I’ve got to go anyways.” I started walking to the exit, which was on the far side of the court, silently cursing myself the whole way. When I had almost reached the door he called back, “Wait, I was only fucking with ya! Come here – I want to show you something.” So I went back, thinking that I would look more guilty if I left, and promising myself to keep my eyes away from his nether regions from now on. So Brad motions me over to the side of the court where there is a door with a small square window in it. “Check this out,” he says. “This is the sauna room, but it’s off right now.” He unlocks the door with a big set of keys, turns on the light and walks in. The sauna room was all fresh wood – the floor, walls, and ceiling, with a two-tier wooden bench running down the sides. I sat down on a lower bench and he sits down about a foot and a half away from me. He’s telling me about how he helped his dad remodel it over the winter, and that they had tested it that very morning. The temperature is maybe a few degrees warmer inside – That’s it. But next he leans a little closer to me and says in a lower voice, “I feel like taking my shirt off.” I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that, so after a second or so I just said “OK.” He pulls his shirt off, and in the process moves a little closer to me, still about a foot away. I’m not at all getting the fact that this kid is making a pass at me, and I’m fighting a losing battle to make small talk and not stare at his chest and waist. As we talk I start making quick glances when I think he’s not looking. He had defined patches of sandy blond hair under each arm, and actually a tiny little bit of muscle definition on those arms too! His chest was completely hairless, with the exception of a small, thin line of blond hair poking up from his shorts to his belly button. I could feel my heart quicken, and it seemed a little harder to breathe. I’m talking about how I helped my dad with a big project to build a clubhouse in our backyard the last summer, and how he wouldn’t let me use the circular saw, etc. But I’m barely focused on that. I’m totally checking out his chest, his waist, and noticing that he is slowly moving his right leg closer to mine as we’re talking. Now it’s about four inches away, but in the heat of the moment I still don’t totally get what is happening. I’m thinking that I should move away from him a little, otherwise he may think I’m gay! But I really don’t want to move. Finally I look up from an extended glance at that beautiful waist hair line of his, and he is staring right at me. He says, “Yeah, I’m starting to grow hair there. Do you have any?” I replied something like “No, I’m too young for that,” and he says “Take your shirt off so we can compare.” He leaned in slightly as he said that, and our legs and thighs touched for a long second before he pulled away. Wow, the heat of his body against me felt incredible. My head is swimming at this point, and without answering him I take my shirt off. He leans in a bit to check me out and our legs touch again, this time for probably five seconds before he pulls away. He says, “Boy, you don’t have any hair at all!" I reply something really lame, like “Not yet at least.” We start talking about what bands we like, and pretty soon he moves his leg against me again, only this time he doesn’t pull away. I’m trying to continue the conversation, but I’m finding it hard to breathe and I feel my cheeks heating up. My penis is tingling, and his heat against my thigh is the best thing I’ve ever felt. Up to that point at least. So I glance down at his waist once again. Just as I look, the shape of his penis became outlined in his shorts, and then quickly grew even bigger and longer, moving out along his inner left thigh. It takes me a moment to figure it out - This boy is getting a hard on right in front of me! That does it, I feel my own dick getting rock hard. I glance down and could see the outline of my penis trying to burst through the front of my shorts. My underwear is barely keeping things in check. I’m speechless and don’t know what to do. He sees me stating at his erection and says, “Do you want to see it?” My heart is pounding in my chest, my mouth is dry and I’m having trouble forming words, so I just nod. But he doesn’t pull his pants down right away. He gets up, closes and locks the door, and then motions me over a few feet to the right. “No one can see us through the window from here,” he says. He sits down next to me, then quickly gets up again for a second so he can pull down his shorts, then his boxers. His penis bounces a little as it comes out of hiding, and it is gorgeous. It is probably six inches long, well over an inch in diameter, and has a slight bend upwards. His circumcised head is darker than his shaft, something I had never noticed about mine before. His hairless, rounded sack is already tightened against the base of his dick. The whole package is nestled in a distinct mound of sandy blond pubes. I loved the contrast between his tan body and the white skin his shorts had covered. As he sat back down against me I noticed his erection was jerking up and down slightly. I think by now he realized that I needed some coaching, and he tells me “Go ahead and feel it if you want.” I try to reach over with my near hand but that immediately doesn’t feel like it’s going to work, so I quickly switch, lean in and reach over with my far arm and put my hand around his shaft. He tenses up and catches his breath as I close my hand around him. His erection is super warm, and I can feel it pulsing with his heartbeat. We sit there like that for a few seconds and I can feel his breath on the side of my face as he exhales. I can tell that he’s liking this but I don’t know what to do, and am afraid of doing something wrong. My own dick is raging in my shorts, and the front tip is tingling intensely. He says “Can I see yours?” So I say “OK” again, let go of him and unbutton my shorts. As I pull them down I notice a little wet spot on my white briefs, right where the tip of my penis is bulging. I’ve never seen pre-cum before and I kind of stop for a second. I have no idea if this is normal, I start feeling embarrassed and seriously consider stopping right there. But Brad stands up and helps me pull off my underwear, so no turning back now. We sit back down together and he is obviously enjoying checking me out. My own hard-on was about five inches long at the time, and a little thinner than Brad’s, with no curve to it at all. Without even asking he reaches over and lightly grabs it. I’ve never felt anything that wonderful before. I take an involuntary gasp and literally see spots in front of my eyes. We sit like that for a few seconds, but then he smiles and starts slowly rubbing my penis up and down. The pleasure is intense, far better than what I’m used to when jerking off by myself. After the first couple of strokes I’m already breathing heavy, with my mouth half open, stating back at him, and staring at his hard-on. He asks, “How does it feel?” I feel the pressure rise at the head of my rock-hard dick and begin to say “That feels so awesome,” but start to cum halfway through the sentence. I end up breathlessly replying, “That fee… fff… ahhhhhh” as my orgasm hits me. I tense up and shoot the first of several small jets of semen onto the sauna floor about a foot in front of me. Must have been the quickest sexual encounter in history. Brad keeps holding onto my penis for a few more seconds as I stop shuddering and try to compose myself. I’m still breathing hard, feeling dizzy, and a slight amount of embarrassment is already creeping in. Finally he lets go and all I can say is, “Jesus.” He tells me that this was his first time jerking anyone else off, and then asks me if I will do the same for him. Frankly I’m coming to my senses and thinking about pulling up my pants and leaving, but I don’t. He leans back so his head is resting on the upper seat row. I reach over and take hold of his penis, which was still throbbing away and now had its own little bit of clear liquid dripping from the tip. Seeing this makes me feel a little better. Anyways I start to masturbate him and he is closing his eyes, smiling slightly and breathing in time with my strokes. After only thirty seconds or so his breathing starts getting much louder, and his smile became an “o” shape. His face and neck are getting noticeably redder. After a few more strokes his body tenses up, he grabs on to my leg and his breathing catches. He grits his teeth and lets out a quiet guttural moan, followed by a much louder groan as four big gobs of cum shoot out from the end of his penis. Some of it lands on the floor, some on his chest and a little dribbles on my hand. Part of me is amazed at what is going on, and the other part is wondering if that is what I look like when I cum. Having his semen on my hand is actually kind of gross to me, but I copy him and keep holding onto his dick for a little while longer as he relaxes and his breathing comes back. He looks up at me and says, “That was really cool,” followed almost immediately by, “We’d better clean this up.” I just nod and notice my own penis, still semi-erect, is now dripping a bit. So we both get up and find a couple of rags in the corner to wipe ourselves off with, which in retrospect was kind of comical because we ended up shuffling around with our pants still down. The rags are dry and smell a little like paint thinner but we use them anyway. After cleaning ourselves up Brad wipes up the mess on the floor as I watch. I ask him, “Do I look red?” He tells me “Yeah, a little, but just tell them we were playing basketball really hard.” “Good idea,” I reply, but I really want to get out at this point so I add, “I’ve got to go.” We agree to see each other again the next time my family is back, but don’t exchange phone numbers or kiss goodbye or anything. I leave and just walk around the complex for the next 20 minutes, trying to process everything, until my family comes looking for me. As it turned out our paths only crossed once more, about six months later at the club’s end of season party. That story is for another time!

While parts of this story are taken from real life experiences it is mainly fantasy, and if you happen to have read my previous story "Visitors from abroad", the 1st part could make a little more sense. I apologise in advance for a long piece of non-sex action. The next 12 months passed very slowly. This was before the days of texting and internet messengers, and international phone calls cost an arm and a leg, so most long range communication was by air mail. David wrote to me a few times during the year and I managed to get a couple of replies back to him. Our messages were very polite but we usually managed to include some comment which could be taken more than one way and that frequently got me feeling horny. One thing which David seemed to be pretty excited about was that he was spending a lot of his spare time helping his father and brother to build a log cabin on a wooded area of the ranch. Eventually the time came for us to pack our bags and set off on the return trip. After a long and boring flight, where I had already seen the film that was showing, we found ourselves in a strange airport. After clearing customs and collecting our luggage, we found Ben waiting for us in the arrivals lounge. A few minutes were taken with greetings and then we packed into uncle Ben’s 4x4 which was just big enough to take the five of us and set off for the ranch. The journey took about one hour and the last 10 minutes was on rather bumpy roads which eventually became a dirt track running through fields in which sheep were happily grazing. The scenery was amazing with hills, valleys, lakes and snow topped mountains on the horizon. We pulled up in a cloud of dust outside the ranch house and were immediately met by Aunt Sarah and the cousins. The next few minutes were spent in hugging, kissing and hand shaking and I was relieved when David restricted his greeting to me to a hand shake. However it was an identical hand shake and wink that we parted with the year before, which made me think that he was planning to carry on from where we left off . Aunt Sarah had prepared a meal for us so we sat down to eat. After the meal Uncle Ben explained that there was a little problem, He was having an extension built on to the house and it should have been completed a week ago. This would have given him 3 extra rooms, but the builders had not shown for several days and only 1 of the rooms was useable. “So” said Ben “Things are going to be a bit of a squash, but providing Pat and June (my sisters) don’t mind sharing a room and Joe doesn’t mind sharing with David, then I think we can fit you all in”. My two sisters immediately said “No problem” and all eyes were turned in my direction. “Well, if David is prepared to put up with me” I said, “I’m quite happy to go along with that”, and David just gave a nod of his head. “So that’s settled then” said Uncle Ben, “Now with the time difference, you guys must be thinking that it’s nearly midnight so we’ll show you to your rooms and you can turn in when you feel like it. David proudly showed me his room, explaining that his old room had been partly demolished to make space for a staircase to the rooms above, so he was now in the ground floor room of the new extension. It was a large room, still smelling a little of new paint and had been set up with 2 single beds. He showed me which cupboard I could use and where to find the bathroom, then he gave me a quick hug and said “I guess you’re feeling rather tired”. I said “Yes, I am, it’s been a long day”. “So why don’t you crash now” David said “Then we can chat when you wake up”. I got onto the bed and led on my back while David sat on his and chatted for a few minutes. The bed felt very comfortable and in a short time his voice seemed to fade and I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I remember is waking in a confused state and it was several seconds before I realised where I was. I was further puzzled by the fact that I was in bed and wearing just my boxers, then it dawned on me that David must have undressed me and got me under the duvet. There was an almost full moon shining through the window and in its light I could see my clothes neatly folded on a chair and David sound asleep in his bed. A clock on the wall showed it to be 3.30 and after a quick count on my fingers I realised that the time at home would be that when I normally wake up. I needed to make a trip to the bath room and as I was getting up I wondered how long it was going to take for my biological clock to adjust. Having found my slippers I quietly opened the bedroom door and made my way across to the bathroom. I must have left the bedroom door partly open and as I opened the bathroom door, a through draught caused the bedroom door to slam shut with a loud bang. A couple of minutes later I returned to the bedroom and closed the door very carefully behind me. When I turned away from the door I saw David sitting up in bed and he said “No need to creep around, something woke me up”. “Oh Dave, I’m so sorry” I said, “That was me, I let the door slam”. “No problem” said David “But now we’re both awake you’d better come over here”. My heart started to beat a little faster as I walked over to his bed where I found that he’d thrown his duvet back and had moved over to the far side. I jumped in beside him and after he’d pulled the duvet back over us, he greeted me with a hug and I realised that he was completely nude. “Wow, this is a pleasant surprise” I said, as I returned the hug, “And by the way, Thanks for putting me to bed”. “No trouble” said David, “actually I enjoyed it, but I thought I’d better leave you in your boxers, so now I’d better finish what I started”. With that he disappeared under the duvet and I felt his fingers clasp the waist band of my boxers. I raised my butt and he slid my underpants down and soon had them around my ankles, so I kicked them off. David ran his hands over my inner thighs and gave my package a quick grope before kissing his way up over my tummy and chest where he sucked both my nipples in turn. I pushed the duvet down, rubbed my fingers through his hair and said “Are we safe here, I hope no-one is guna walk in on us”. David said “No chance, the doorway to the main house has not been knocked through yet, so the only way in is through the outer door; that’s locked and I have the key. So we’re secure and alone and I have you all to myself”. “Wow, that’s scary” I said, but I laughed and pulled him up so that our lips and our dicks met. We lay there gently humping while we sucked and wrestled one another’s tongues, then we exchanged some pillow talk about how much we’d missed each other in the last year and David told me about some of the things he had in mind. “There are trips to the log cabin” he said. “And you can have a go at driving my quad bike, and you must meet a couple of my close friends. Maybe we can organise a threesome”. “Sounds great” I replied, “But right now all I want is to concentrate on you”. With that David moved over to his right leaving his left leg between my legs and with his left hand he started to fondle my balls. I reached underneath him and took his shaft in my hand. “Wow Dave” I said, “You’re so wet” and he replied “I know; I’ve been saving myself for 4 or 5 days and I’m gunna blow a big wad”. “So what position do you want me in” I said and Dave replied “Can I do it in you”. I said “Of course you can and don’t be so fucking polite, just stuff your big slippery dick up my butt and give it a trouncing. With that David jumped out of bed, grabbed an extra pillow and a towel which he pushed under me, then he ripped open a condom packet and handed me the contents. While I was unrolling the sheath along his throbbing shaft, he poured some lube into the palm of his hand and splashed it liberally over the sheath. Then he poured a little more lube onto my taint, just behind my sack and spread it along my crack with his finger. He inserted first one finger into me and then two and proceeded to finger fuck my ass before withdrawing his fingers and rubbing the tip of his dick around my anus. Now I had been practicing with a dildo about the same size as David’s dick for a couple of months, so I knew I was going to be able to take him somewhat easier than last year. So when David pressed his glans up against my little hole, it slipped in with very little effort and soon his entire length was inside me. “Ah” he said you’ve loosened up a bit since last year but you’re still nice and tight and warm and your butt is more bouncy, I think you’ve put on a little bit of weight round there”. He then slapped one cheek and then the other and grabbing my ankles he held my legs in the air and proceeded to slam into me. He went at it like there was no tomorrow for nearly 2 minutes, and then he stopped a little breathless and said “Was that a big enough trounce for you”. I said “It sure was, but slow down a bit cuz I can’t keep up with you” . When David first entered me I enjoyed feeling his dick head slide past my prostate but while he was slamming me his strokes were not long enough for me to get the best effect. I didn’t say anything as I thought he may be enjoying it, but I was glad when he stopped. My dick had mostly lost its erection and when David noticed this he let go of my legs and started to coax it back. He held my shaft and after wetting his finger with saliva he “docked” his finger with my dick. As he rubbed his finger round my glans, the lubrication from his saliva was soon joined by my precum and I was soon sporting a full boner. He took my shaft in his hand and rubbed slowly; keeping time with his own thrusts and each time his dick head slipped past my prostate he gave my dick head a little squeeze. “Joe, I love your butt, you make a great fuck buddy” David said, “and I don’t think I can hold out much longer”. “Shoot when you like” I said “I’m longing to feel you climax inside me”. Up till then David’s thrusts had been accompanied by little grunts but now, as his pace increased, he was starting to moan. He stopped rubbing my dick and leaning forward he grabbed me by the shoulders. I had hoped that we could cum together, but the expression on his face told me that he was only seconds away, so I started to wank myself. In among David’s pants and moans a couple of words came through, “Oh Joe, I’m nearly---Oh---Oh fuck I’m there; Oh--- Oh—Aahhh” and as his body shook with his orgasm I felt his boy juices filling the condom inside me. He took several deep breaths and started to relax as he slowly slipped out of me. He pulled off the condom into a tissue then lowered himself down on top of me and hugged. This made it impossible for me to carry on rubbing my cock and I was getting close, so I started to grind it against his tummy. He quickly slid down in the bed and after slapping his cheek with my dick he ran his tongue around the bottom of my glans. Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have held out much longer; there was no need to warn David, he knew only too well what was about to happen and he took my dick deep into his mouth. He started to bob up and down and by about the 4th bob he had to swallow as my 1st squirt hit the back of his throat. He then lay completely still and let me fuck his mouth as I fired off several smaller squirts. David swallowed a couple more times then got up and cleaned his mouth and face in the towel before flopping back down beside me. Much to my amazement, in less than a minute, he’d gone back to sleep. I cleaned him up a bit more then I went back to the bath room and took a shower. I returned to the bedroom, led on the bed and watched television with the sound turned right down. I dozed for a while and was awakened by David telling me it was time for breakfast. While walking round to the main house David said “Last night; did it really happen or did I dream it”. I replied “It seemed pretty real to me”. . After breakfast the days itinerary was arranged and I was to accompany David to the log cabin to help repair a fence which had been damaged by a falling tree. David explained that a much larger tree had fallen across the track so that the only vehicle which could reach the cabin was his quad bike which could divert through the woods. His bike was bigger and more powerful than I had imagined but was only built for one person. However the seat was fairly large and David told me to jump on and sit well back. Then he jumped on and ended up sitting practically on my lap, which was a very cosy arrangement, and he knew it. He deliberately drove over some undulating ground and adjusted his speed so that the machine bounced nicely over the humps. For about 20 minutes we climbed fairly steeply around the side of the mountain and then came to the fallen tree. David turned off into the woods and continued through the undergrowth at a much slower pace. Suddenly, to my horror, I saw a bank in front of us with a gradient of about 30% and extending for about 200 yards. David took a run at it while I closed my eyes and held on tight. I think I sensed the wheels starting to spin at one point, but then there was a bump and we were over the brow. We soon got back onto the main track and 5 minutes later arrived at the cabin clearing. David showed me around the cabin; it was much bigger and far more solidly constructed than I expected and was very well equipped with a large log burning stove, a generator for electric lighting and an oil fired boiler for water heating. It had running water, pumped from a mountain stream and a radio telephone, communicating with the ranch house; in short, a home from home. David called the ranch house to tell them that we’d arrived, and then we set about repairing the fence. Two chain saws made short work of the fallen tree, and we started to strain up some new fence wires. Part way through this there was a phone call which told David that he should be at the dentist in about an hour’s time. He thought for a moment then said “I’d better go, I missed my last appointment. Would you mind carrying on with the fence and I’ll be back in about 3 hours”. I agreed and David left, calling out as he drove away that I could call on the radio telephone if I needed anything. It took me about 2 hours to complete the repairs to the fence then I made coffee and sat on a bench under the porch to await David’s return. At about the time I was expecting David to show up there was a phone call; it was Uncle Ben who said that there was a problem. “There’s a pretty nasty storm heading your way” he said, “It’s already raining here, and I don’t want David driving his bike through the woods in a storm. So, can you make yourself comfortable in the cabin and we’ll be up as soon as the storm clears. If things get rough, stay in the cabin, it’s built like a battle ship; it’s equipped with lightning conductors and the roof is reinforced with steel plates. Stay inside and you’ll be quite safe”. I looked at the sky and saw dark storm clouds rolling around the side of the mountain; the day light had taken on an eerie tint and a cold wind had started to blow. I saw we had left some equipment under a tall tree in the centre of the clearing, so I quickly put it under cover and by the time I got back to the cabin, it had started to rain. I shut the cabin door and put a light to the log fire. Although I had only been in the rain for a few seconds, my jeans and jacket were a little damp so I took them off and hung them on a chair by the fire. It was getting a bit dark so I tried switching on the lights and was pleasantly surprised when the generator started automatically and the lights came on. I tried the television set but there was no signal, however there was a VCR and some video cassettes. I selected an interesting film, made more coffee, put a couple more logs on the fire and settled down to watch the film while the storm raged outside. The film lasted about 90 minutes and at the end I found that the rain was still lashing down and it was now completely dark. There were occasional flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder in the distance. I was feeling a bit hungry so decided to see what I could find in the kitchen area. About half an hour later the electrical storm had moved much closer and there were some spectacular displays of lightning. Suddenly there was a blinding flash and an explosion which rocked the cabin, causing some cooking utensils in the kitchen to fall onto the floor. I looked out of the window and saw that the tall tree in the clearing had suffered a direct strike. The trunk had been split down the middle, leaving half the tree standing and the other half on the floor. Despite the torrential rain both halves were blazing furiously, sending smoke, steam and sparks swirling around the clearing. I tried calling on the radio to explain what was happening but the phone seemed dead, just producing white noise and crackles. Then I realised that there was no point in calling the ranch house as there nothing they could do about the situation. I stayed watching the tree burn and then the last thing that I was expecting happened ---- there was a knock on the door . I opened the door and there was a young lad (well, I guess about a year younger than me), he was soaked to the skin, covered in mud, trembling and looked terrified. He took a step forward, stumbled and as I caught him he muttered “Help me”. I dragged him across to the fire, sat him on a chair and started to pull off his wet clothes. He wasn’t able to help very much in fact he had difficulty in sitting upright. He was able to tell me that he got lost in the storm on the mountain and after walking for a couple of hours had seen the cabin lights and was making his way toward the door. Unfortunately, as he was walking past the tree the lightning struck and he was thrown into the air. When he hit the ground, the falling tree landed beside him, covering him in a shower of sparks. He said “I feel numb, I can’t feel my arms or legs and I can’t see very well. The radio was still out so I was unable to call for help. I realised that I had to get him warm so I heated some water for coffee and while waiting for it to heat I quickly checked him over for any sign of burns; thankfully there was none. I had to “feed” the coffee to him as he was unable to hold the mug. When he’d finished it I carried him to the shower, set the temperature to the hot side of comfortable and got into the shower with him as he was unable to stand by himself. I held him in the hot shower for several minutes and eventually he said “That’s better, I’m beginning to feel my top half”, and I noticed that he was now taking his own weight, but unable to balance. Taking a chance that he wouldn’t fall, I pushed him into the corner and holding him with one hand I took the shower head and directed the hot water at his tummy and legs. After several minutes he said “My legs are starting to tingle”, so I dropped to my knees and gave each leg an energetic massage, and then I rubbed his arms, shoulders and chest. I pulled him away from the corner of the shower and massaged his back, ribs, hips and bum cheeks. I couldn’t help giving his bum cheeks a little squeeze and he said “Oh, I definitely felt that”. We must have stayed in the shower for about 20 minutes, and the feeling gradually returned to all his limbs. I began to feel happier about the situation as he was obviously recovering, and as I combed the hair out of his eyes with my fingers I realised that he was very good looking and quite cute. I said “Now that you’re able to stand, shall we continue by toasting ourselves in front of the fire”. He replied “Sounds good”. He got to the fire under his own steam (albeit a little unsteadily) and I asked him his name. He said “I’m Jamie” and I replied “Hi Jamie, I’m Joe”. I’d brought a couple of towels from the bath room and I started to dry Jamie. I’d dried most of him except the obvious parts, which I’d expected him to do but he made no attempt to take over, so after a short hesitation I thought "What the hell”, folded the towel over my hand and pressed it into his crack. I rubbed my fingers up and down 2 or 3 times, and then I dapped his nut sack and gave his shaft a little squeeze through the towel. This made him start to chub, but I pretended not to notice and began to dry my own hair. The thunder was still rumbling around and at this point there was another fairly close strike. The look of horror on Jamie’s face told me that he was reliving his earlier traumatic ordeal, so I pulled him close to me and said “Its ok, you’re perfectly safe in here” and I added inaudibly “I hope”. In order to reassure and calm him I went back to massaging his back and ribs when I suddenly felt something pressing into my leg. Jamie quickly pulled away from me and stood there looking embarrassed and sporting a 5 inch uncut boner, which was throbbing in tune with his heart beats. “I’m so sorry” he blurted and I said “What for”. “Well, my thingy, it was poking into you” he said. “That’s no problem” I said “In fact, it’s good, because if your thingy (as you call it) has gone into “pokey” mode, it means that you must be feeling very much better”. He was attempting to hide his dick from me with his hand so I said “There’s no need to be shy about that package, a dick of that size is something to be proud about. A little coyly he said “Well I do give it quite a lot of exercise”. I laughed and said “Don’t we all”. The rumblings outside were continuing, though somewhat abated, but Jamie still seemed a little apprehensive, so I said “Its ok, come here and give me another hug”. He glanced down at his stiff cock and said “You sure you don’t mind”. I said “It’s perfectly all right by me, as long as it doesn’t worry you” and Jamie said “Oh I love it”. I took a step toward him and after pressing his dick up against his tummy I pulled on his bum cheeks and held him tight up against me. We stood swaying for a while then I said “So how often do you exercise that beasty then” and he said “At least once a day, sometimes twice”. “Well why don’t you give it a seeing to now” I said, “That would sort out your boner and help to warm you up. “What; jerk off now” he said, and I replied “Yes, why not”. “I don’t know if I could do it with you watching” Jamie said and I replied “Well I could close my eyes”. Jamie thought for a couple of seconds then stared straight at me and said “You’d peep”. “Too right I would” I said and we both dissolved into laughter. . As the laughter subsided I put a hand down between us and said “Or if you like I could help” and I gripped the foreskin over his dick head and gently moved it up and down. Jamie’s eyes closed and after a couple of seconds he quietly whispered “Don’t stop”. As I carried on slowly wanking him, I said “Are you gay, by any chance” and he said “Pretty much so; I may be bi but I’ve never been with a girl, there just isn’t any round here”. I remembered then that David had told me the same thing last year. Jamie’s dick had gone even harder and the end was wet with precum, so I took his shaft in my hand and wanked him more positively while he continued to say “There’s a small group of us lads who meet up pretty frequently and kind of help each other out”. I thought to myself that all this was too much of a coincidence and I asked Jamie if he knew a guy a bit older than him who had a quad bike and he said “Do you mean David; he is just about my closest friend”. I said “Small world, he’s my cousin. He was here with me earlier but had to leave to go to the dentist and the storm stopped him coming back”. “So this is Ben’s cabin then, David has told me about it” said Jamie, stopping in mid-sentence and gripping me tightly around the shoulders. I looked at his face which had taken on an expression as though he was in pain and at the same time his dick twitched in my hand a couple of times. I turned him a little so that he was facing the wood pile just as a jet of semen shot from his dick. This was followed by a couple more minor squirts and a little dribble. I carried on rubbing him slowly until he was completely spent, then I held him while he came back down to earth. When Jamie had got his breath back he said “There’s one thing you were definitely right about; that certainly warmed me up. I met up with two pals earlier today and we were going to have some fun in the woods, but that storm broke before we did anything so I was very glad when you came onto me”. “Well you’re cute” I said, “and I’m bi and I found you quite irresistible, so I was delighted that you recovered so quickly. “That’s good” said Jamie, “Because I can’t get enough and by the look of the precum on the end of your dick, I should say that you’re waiting for me to return the favour”. “I certainly am” I said, “But first there are a couple of things to do. There’s a large pizza which David brought this morning; I’m going to pop that in the oven and then we must try the radio phone as your parents are going to be very worried about you”. The phone still wasn’t working although the thunder storm had now disappeared in the distance, so I sat beside the phone making repeated calls. After a while Jamie came and sat on my lap, gently massaging and fondling me. This, of course, kept my dick fully erect and I noticed that his dick was beginning to stiffen up again. The smell of the hot pizza began to assail our nostrils and Jamie said “I believe I could be feeling as hungry as I am horny”, so he went to the oven, checked that it was cooked and sliced it up. I had just taken one bite when the phone sprang into action; it was David asking how things were up at the cabin. I said “Everything is fine, though there has been a bit of excitement. You no longer have a tree in the clearing, it was hit by lightning and a friend of yours, Jamie, has turned up, soaking wet and covered in mud but he’s been dusted down and now he’s fine”. “Wow” exclaimed David, “His father called half an hour ago to see if I knew where he was; a search party is about to be organised”. “Oh, stop him” I said “Tell him that Jamie is sitting in front of a blazing log fire and munching pizza”. “That’s terrific” said David, “I’ll call Jake right now and get back to you later”. Jamie came back and sat on my lap again; in one hand he had a slice of pizza and in the other, my dick. When we’d finished eating, Jamie went across to the fire and stretched, basking in its warmth. Our underclothes which had been draped over chairs by the fire were now completely dry but neither of us felt inclined to get dressed. Jamie said “This is a most erotic set up; do you think we could get a mattress from one of the bunks and put it in front of the fire and then turn the lights out”? I said “Let’s do it” and helped him set it up. In the semi darkness and flickering glow of the fire Jamie’s cute body seemed even more enticing; we embraced and cavorted around sucking, kissing and fondling, finally ending up in the 69 position. Jamie was alternating between deep throating me and gently stimulating the sensitive spot under my dick head with the tip of his tongue. I was sucking the head of his dick while gently fondling his nut sack and running a finger along his crack. I could feel my excitement building and I told Jamie that I was close. I took his dick out of my mouth as I didn’t want to lose control and bite him. I carried on wanking him slowly as he sucked harder on my dick and bobbed up and down faster, at the same time plunging several fingers into my crack and rubbing my anus. I exploded with a powerful orgasm sending several jets of semen into his throat. The 3rd squirt caught him off guard and he gagged. He pulled off me, coughed and gasped for breath while I sent 2 more squirts onto his cheek. He rubbed my dick head against the slippery patch on his cheek then went back to sucking the last few drops out of me. After a little while we both stood up and Jamie faced the fire and rubbed his dick slowly while I retrieved a packet of condoms from the back pocket of my jeans. He stopped rubbing and held his dick straight out while I unrolled a sheath onto him. He was leaking pre-cum and a few drops soon collected in the sheath’s teat. I squeezed the teat and spread it all round his dick head and then I grasped the head and shaft in my hand. Jamie gave a little gasp and started to fuck my hand, his dick sliding in the pre-cum lubricated sheath. I let him carry on for a minute or so, and then I said “I want to feel that dick inside me”. Jamie said “I can’t wait to get it there” and we both crashed back down onto the mattress. Jamie was on his back with me straddling him and his dick pressing against my taint. He pulled my bum cheeks apart and pushed his dick head against my tight little hole so I slowly lowered myself onto him. His dick was only two thirds the girth of David’s, so I was easily able to accommodate him and his head immediately slipped in. I started to bounce up and down with his head just inside me but Jamie thrust upward and with a loud sigh, plunged all of his 5 inches into me. He continued to bounce off the mattress and I matched his movements for several minutes. I was surprised to find that the feeling of Jamie’s dick in me caused me to go hard again, in spite of cumming just a few minutes before. Jamie started to increase his pace and I was finding it difficult to keep my movements synchronised with his and his dick slipped out a couple of times. In the end I remained still and let Jamie pound my ass from below. He carried on thrashing around with his breathing getting heavier and faster and then he stopped and, pulling me down on him, gave 3 or 4 heavy thrusts as he said “Yes--- Yes--- YESSSSSss and then trembled a little as he gradually relaxed. His dick gave 2 or 3 more twitches then it gradually wilted and slipped out of me. He pulled the condom off and after throwing it into the fire he pressed his lips against mine and I sucked his tongue. We stayed cuddling for about half an hour then Jamie started to rub my dick with long slow strokes then he pushed me to one side and got up onto his hands and knees. Still rubbing my dick he reversed up against me and manoeuvred my dick into his crack. I was leaking pre-cum and making a pretty good job of lubing up his butt hole when he pushed back and my dick head started to slide in. I really wanted to thrust it straight in as his warm inside felt wonderful, but I was not wearing a sheath and it took all my will power to pull out and make a grab for the condom packet. As my glans broke contact with Jamie’s anus he quietly whined “Noooo” and I said “Hold on a mo.” as I quickly pulled on a sheath. It was on in record time and I was back nudging his butt hole with my sheathed dick head. Jamie pulled his butt cheeks wide apart and wiggling his butt from side to side he pushed back onto me, so that I effortlessly slipped back into him. His warm tight tunnel felt wonderful and I could tell from his little moans that he was enjoying this as much as I was. “Go on Joe, fuck me” Jamie said “I much prefer being bottom”. I kept up a steady pace for the next 5 minutes and then slowed down a little as my excitement began to build. For a few minutes I edged myself and from Jamie’s reaction it seemed like I was pressing all his buttons. Eventually I said “Jamie, do you want to cum, and he said “I sure do, let’s go for it”. With that he pulled away from me, flipped over onto his back and put his legs on my shoulders. I plunged straight back into him and started to thrust with increasing speed. Jamie grabbed his dick and started jerking himself fairly fast. We were both breathing very heavily and making little moans, and Jamie’s were gradually increasing in pitch. I just managed to say “I’m cumming” and I blew it, a few seconds before Jamie got there. I was just experiencing the last couple of pangs of pleasure from my orgasm when I felt Jamie’s sphincter grip my dick 2 or 3 times. The thumping sound of his hand hitting his crotch changed to a squelching sound as his jizz trickled down over his hand, through his pubes and over his nut sack, a little splashing on to my tummy. He pulled my condom off and rubbed our slippery dicks together, squeezing them gently as they both became flaccid. After lowering his legs he pulled me down on top of him, and that’s how we stayed until we decided it was time to go for a quick shower. We washed and dried each other, then returned to the mattress and after putting more logs on the fire, we huddled together, still naked, and eventually we both dozed off. I woke up at about 6 am, feeling cold and I realised that the fire was almost out. I quickly put a few thin logs on the fire and threw a sleeping bag over Jamie. My clothes were completely dry so I partly dressed and rearranged Jamie’s jeans and jacket which were still a little damp. Having checked that the fire was burning up I got under the sleeping bag and cuddled up to Jamie who was still sound asleep. The next thing I remember was being awakened at 8 am by the phone bleeping. It was David; he said that he and Michael were about to leave in the Jeep, they would drive up to the fallen tree and walk the last half mile. “So” said David, “See you in about half an hour”. I thought to myself that if David’s older brother was going to turn up, then I’d better get Jamie dressed, so I started to pull his underpants up round his legs. When I got them to the top I picked up his legs and put them over my shoulders to help get the material under his bum cheeks. This action caused Jamie to wake up; he blinked a couple of times, grinned and said “I’ll do that”, whereupon he pushed his underpants back down. “No—no” I said “we’re going the other way, I was trying to get you dressed”. “That’s a pity” said Jamie, “But why on earth do you want to do that”. I explained the situation to Jamie and somewhat reluctantly he sat up and started to dress himself. Jamie’s jeans were dry now but still covered in mud, so we removed most of that with a stiff brush and he put them on. Then we tidied the cabin, putting things back in their proper place; we made coffee and sat down to await the arrival of my cousins. We didn’t have long to wait as a couple of minutes later we heard David’s voice calling across the clearing “Hi guys, How you doing”. We opened the door and there was David sprinting toward us. We grabbed him and stayed in a 3 way hug for the next minute. “Where’s Michael” I said, and David explained that they had brought a large chain saw with them and Michael was removing some of the branches from the fallen tree. “So” said David “What did you two get up to last night”. Jamie and I put on our best innocent expressions and answered in unison “Nothing”. “I thought so” David said “I had a job to get to sleep, thinking about what you guys would be doing”, and with that he lowered his arms and gave our bum cheeks a squeeze. “It wasn’t all like that” I said, “Jamie actually had a very close call”, and I went on to explain about the lightning strike. “Holy Cow” exclaimed David “What a good job you were up here Joe, and I don’t think we’d better let your father know all the details (about the lightning that is) Jamie, or he won’t let you out again”. “That’s what I’d been thinking” Jamie said, “And I’m so glad that Joe was here because I was at the end of my tether when I reached the cabin, but he did a fantastic job of warming me up and an even better job of warming me up still more”. “Now you really have me envious” said David and he pulled us both a little closer. I took Jamie’s hand and guided it to the bulge at the top of David’s left leg, saying “There’s something here which needs your attention”. Jamie immediately pulled David’s zipper down and groped around for a while, before guiding David’s boner out into the open. I released David’s belt and the top button of his jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor. “I say guys” said David, “I wasn’t expecting this but I’m not going to stop you and we’ll have to be quick because of Michael”. “A quickie it is then” said Jamie and he started stroking David’s dick. I dropped to my knees behind David and ran my hands all over his back, his bum cheeks and his inner thighs. Then I parted his cheeks and gently brushed a finger against his little bud. Meanwhile, Jamie had his lips around David’s dick head and was slurping loudly. On a previous occasion, when I’d made David climax while standing, his knees had given out so I stood up, put my arms round him and held tight. He suddenly gave a long sigh and thrust hard into Jamie’s mouth, causing Jamie to gag. Jamie pulled off and fought to catch his breath but stayed jerking David’s shaft while he was struggling. When he’d recovered he opened his mouth and went to get his lips back round David’s glans but his jerking had already taken David over the top and was hit full in the face by David’s 1st squirt. He stroked David’s dick while the next two ropes of cum erupted and then got his mouth back around it and sucked; finally leaving David to fuck his face slowly for the last couple of seconds. Now that David’s hormones had been slaked, we quickly tidied up and made our way down the track to where Michael was busy sawing through branches. We paused just before rounding the last bend and David said “I hope Mike is ready to leave as we must all be ready for our late breakfast. When that’s done I must find out what mom and dad have organised so that I know when I can arrange for the 3 of us to be together again”. “You must definitely do that” I said, “So let’s go”.

- MARCH 15, 2018 - One day, I was on a dating/social app. I wasn't really looking for hookups or dates, just someone to shoot the shit with, you know? Admittedly, I hadn't ever hooked up with anyone at that point. I had kissed a few girls, had my dick rubbed through my pants, etc, but nothing "extreme". Well, later that day I found another young boy who was close to my age who invited people to add him on Snapchat. So, without hesitation, I opened my Snapchat, typed his name in on the "add friend" bar, and added him. About an hour or two later, I got a notification from Snapchat saying, "Seth has added you as a friend." Not but about a minute or two later, I received a message from him. ------------------------ "Hey," he said . ------------------------ "Hi," I responded . ------------------------ Little did I know, this was the very beginning to something exciting that I had never experienced before. ------------------------ "What's up?" he asked . ------------------------ "Not much. Just sitting here watching YouTube videos. Bored out of my mind, lol." I quickly sent back . ------------------------ "What about you?" I asked in return . ------------------------ "Not much either. I just had a birthday." he responded. ------------------------ "Oh, awesome! Happy Birthday!" I said . ------------------------ "Thanks. I just turned 16." he said . ------------------------ "Oh nice. That's a milestone. Congratulations!" I replied . ------------------------ "Thank you. And yeah it's pretty great." he said . ------------------------ Neither of us said anything for about a minute until the silence was broken with a question and a statement that was nothing short of interesting. ------------------------ "And you know what the best part of being 16 is?" he asked . ------------------------ Before I could respond, he quickly followed it with : ------------------------ "The age of consent." ------------------------ I didn't really know what to say. This was clearly moving in a slightly different direction than I initially anticipated. ------------------------ "Lol, yeah that's pretty great." I said, not knowing what else to respond with . ------------------------ "How old are you?" he asked me . ------------------------ "17. I'll be turning 18 this September." I responded . ------------------------ "Oh, nice!" he exclaimed . ------------------------ - APRIL 12, 2018 - Skipping forward to April, we had been talking for a few weeks now. Nothing crazy or interesting, just life stuff. However, close to the beginning of April is when things get really interesting. ------------------------ "So, are you a virgin?" he asked . ------------------------ This didn't come off as too weird since we had been talking for awhile about sex and other similar things, so I wasn't really thrown off by this question. ------------------------ "Yeah," I said shamefully . "What about you?" I asked . ------------------------ "Nah. I lost my virginity awhile back." he said, I'm assuming proudly . ------------------------ My curiosity started to get the better of me as I contemplated whether or not to ask a question. After a few minutes of contemplating, I decided to just ask. ------------------------ "Was it with a boy or girl?" I asked nervously . ------------------------ To my delight, he didn't seem put off by my question and quickly responded back. ------------------------ "A girl. I've never hooked up with a boy before, though I kinda want to." he said . ------------------------ It became very apparent as to where the conversation was about to go at this point. We had already been talking about sex and things alike, now he just told me he wants to hookup with a boy. ------------------------ "This is about to get interesting." I thought to myself . ------------------------ Before I could begin typing again, he asked me something that kinda took me by surprise. ------------------------ "Would you be down to trade pics?" he asked calmly . ------------------------ I didn't fully know what he meant by pics, even though I had a pretty good idea what he was meaning. ------------------------ "Like face pics or dic pics?" I asked . ------------------------ "Both." he replied . ------------------------ I wasn't really sure whether or not I should, since I'm not really gay or bi-sexual, but I figured it'd be fun and it's not like we're about to fuck or anything, so why not? ------------------------ "Umm, sure. I guess so." I said very hesitantly . ------------------------ About a minute after I gave the go ahead, my phone dinged. "Seth has sent a snap." it read . A small part of me, and I don't mean my dick, got a little excited. ------------------------ "Are we really doing this?" I thought . ------------------------ I eventually opened the snap, and sure enough, we were. When I opened the snap, it was a picture of his dick. Admittedly, I was pretty turned on by it. It was clean shaven, fairly large in length and girth, with a few small veins running vertically up his shaft. ------------------------ "Damn!" I responded . ------------------------ "Lol, thanks." he said . "Now your turn." ------------------------ I was a little nervous at first, but eventually gave in and matched his picture. ------------------------ "Wow, that's hot." he said . ------------------------ "Lol, thanks." I replied, thinking he was just returning a similar compliment . ------------------------ "I kinda wanna suck it, tbh." he said . ------------------------ I took a second to gather what he just told me, as I'd never had someone openly tell me they want to suck my dick. ------------------------ "Really?" I asked, truly interested to know if he was just joking or not . ------------------------ "Yeah." he replied . ------------------------ I didn't really know what to say. I was pretty turned on by this, which was shocking. I started to become increasingly hornier. Even though I'm not gay or bi, this was still pretty fun to discuss. ------------------------ "I've been wanting to see what it's like to suck a dick, but don't know anyone who's willing to let me try." he stated . ------------------------ "Hmm," I thought to myself . "This could be a perfect opportunity to finally get some head and see just how good it feels while also letting someone else get their share of first time experience." ------------------------ After considering what he said, I finally decided to say what I thought I'd never say in my entire life. ------------------------ "Well, if you want, I would let you suck mine." I said hesitantly . ------------------------ "Really?" he asked . ------------------------ "Yeah, why not?" I said . ------------------------ "Have you ever gotten head before?" he asked . ------------------------ "Nah, unfortunately not." I replied . ------------------------ At this point I was SUPER turned on and didn't really care how far this conversation went. ------------------------ "So, if we met... what all would you wanna do?" I asked, anxious to see what he'd say in return . ------------------------ Without hesitating, he replied. ------------------------ "I'd suck and jerk you off til you cum in my mouth." ------------------------ The mere sentence itself sent chills down my legs as my dick grew harder and larger. ------------------------ "What about fucking?" I asked . ------------------------ "What do you mean?" he replied . ------------------------ "Are you interested in fucking, or do you just want to suck me off?" I said, worried I may of taken it too far . ------------------------ "Oh, yeah. We can fuck too, but I'm gonna have to prepare myself ahead of time." he said . ------------------------ My dick was as hard as it has ever been. Even though I'm not gay or bi, the excitement I felt sure as hell made me appear as such. ------------------------ "Do you have a car?" he asked . ------------------------ "Yeah." I simply responded . ------------------------ "What type of car?" he asked . ------------------------ "A 2004 Mustang GT" I replied . ------------------------ "Oh, nice." he said . ------------------------ "What about you? You have a car?" I asked . ------------------------ "Nah, not yet." he responded . ------------------------ We didn't talk for the rest of the night, as it was pretty late. - APRIL 13, 2018 - The next night, I got a message from Seth. ------------------------ "Hey." it read . ------------------------ It was great to see that he was still interested in talking to me and that our conversation the night before wasn't just fueled by the erections we both likely had. Anyways, I was quick to respond back. ------------------------ "Hey." ------------------------ "What's up?" he asked . ------------------------ "Not much. Wbu?" I asked . ------------------------ "Same." he replied . ------------------------ After a few short seconds of silence, he sent me something that both concerned me and made me excited at the same time. ------------------------ "So, I have this friend. We made promises to each other that we'd both be each other's first at sucking dick. It's my mistake, but I totally forgot." ------------------------ "Well isn't this just fucking typical." I thought to myself . "Is my luck just this goddamn bad?" I kept thinking . ------------------------ Eventually, after a few seconds of bitching and moaning in my head, I finally sent him back a reply. ------------------------ "Oh ok." I said, trying to hide my true expressions . ------------------------ "Yeah, it's my bad." he said . ------------------------ "Nah, it's good. Don't worry about it." I said, clearly lying . ------------------------ "But here's the thing..." he started . "He wants you to join in." ------------------------ "WOAH!" I thought to myself . "Is this fucking real? There's no way my luck is this good right now." ------------------------ "For real?" I asked . ------------------------ "Yeah. It'll be a threesome. You just have to sit out the first go-round while we do our thing and then when we've cum, we'll start the threesome." he explained . ------------------------ "HOLY FUCK. That has got to be the sexiest, most exciting thing he's said so far." I thought over and over . ------------------------ At this point, I honestly felt gay. Despite the fact that I like pussy and would've much rather this whole ordeal been with a girl on the other end, it was still a thrilling experience. ------------------------ "That's hot, but okay." I responded . ------------------------ "Is that okay?" he asked, probably concerned . ------------------------ "Yeah, of course. I could just sit back and watch y'all go at it while I jerk off and get my erection up." I replied . ------------------------ "That's hot." he said . ------------------------ The conversation was short lived due to how late it had once again become, so we decided to call it a night. - APRIL 14, 2018 - It's the next night. It's 1 AM and I'm up in my bedroom watching YouTube videos. DING . I look down at my phone and it's a message from Seth. ------------------------ "Hey, what's up?" he asked . ------------------------ "Hey. Not much, again. Still just sitting here watching YouTube." I replied . "What about you?" I asked in return . ------------------------ "Not much either. Just listening to music." he said . ------------------------ We began talking about our future plans to meet up and how/where we'd do it at. ------------------------ "Can I see your dick again?" he asked . ------------------------ I was pleased with how interested he was in my dick. For reference, my dick is about 6.5 inches erect, with a fairly pink head and a small vein that runs horizontally towards the top. ------------------------ "Sure." I said . ------------------------ I snapped a pic of my dick and sent it to him. ------------------------ "Fuck, I want to suck your dick so bad!" he exclaimed . ------------------------ "Lmao, thanks." I replied . ------------------------ After a few minutes of silence, he finally sent another message. ------------------------ "I'd ask if you want to meet up now, but I made that promise to my friend." he said . ------------------------ "Yeah. I'd totally be down to meetup tonight if you decide you want to. Just saying." I replied . ------------------------ "It's really tempting." he said . ------------------------ "I mean, if you want to then let's go for it. We could always hookup with your friend another night if you want." I explained . ------------------------ "Yeah, but I'm just not sure. He's gonna be mad." he said . ------------------------ "Well have you heard from him lately?" I asked . ------------------------ "No, not for about a week or two." he replied . ------------------------ "Well then why not meetup tonight? If he hasn't messaged you in about a week or two, who knows how long it'll take y'all to meetup?" I said . ------------------------ "That's true." he said . ------------------------ "So would you like to meetup tonight?" I asked . ------------------------ "I don't know yet." he said . ------------------------ After a few quiet minutes, he finally made up his mind. ------------------------ "Sure. Come on over." he said . ------------------------ "Holy shit, this is actually happening?" I asked myself . ------------------------ "What's your address?" I asked, not having been to his house yet . ------------------------ He told me his address which turned out to be only about a 30-40 minute drive from my house. ------------------------ "Just let me know when you leave." he said . ------------------------ "Alright, will do." I replied . ------------------------ I gathered a couple of condoms and some lube in case we were to fuck, and then headed out the door. I got in my car and started it up. ------------------------ "On my way now." I said . ------------------------ While driving down the deserted, dark, dimly lit interstate, I began to feel very anxious. Not necessarily the good type of anxious, but rather the nervous type of anxious. ------------------------ "This is, after all, a complete stranger to me. I've never personally met this guy. For all I know, he could have other plans for tonight. None of which will end with orgasms, moaning, etc." I thought to myself . ------------------------ After what felt like forever, I finally arrived outside of his house. As I pulled up to his house, I noticed someone standing outside. All I could see was a dimly lit silhouette of a person standing in the front yard. When I pulled up to the curb and put my car in park, the silhouette began walking over to the car. I unlocked the door and he got in. ------------------------ "Hey, man." I said to him . ------------------------ "Hey. I was wondering when you'd get here." he said . ------------------------ My mind was RACING with thoughts at this point. Not with bad thoughts either, but rather thoughts about what we might end up doing in 2 minutes. ------------------------ "I'm gonna be honest, I'm pretty nervous." he said . ------------------------ "Don't worry, I am too." I replied . "I've never done anything like this before" I said . ------------------------ After a second of thinking, I decided to try and make him more comfortable with the situation. ------------------------ "If you wanna wait for your friend, we can. It's whatever you wanna do, man. I don't want you to be nervous or uncomfortable." I told him . ------------------------ "Nah, you're already here. It's okay." he said . "I guess just take your shirt and pants off." he said soon after . ------------------------ As I began removing my clothes, my heart began racing and I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. I stripped down and threw all my clothes in the back seat while he sat and watched, still fully clothed. After I threw my clothes in the back, I pulled the handle on the side of my seat to recline back as I rested my arms behind my head. He gently grabbed my still flaccid dick and began to stroke it. ------------------------ "Holy fucking hell! This is actually happening." I thought . ------------------------ As he was stroking my dick, he fixed his eyes on mine. My erection becoming harder and longer with each stroke. He turned his attention back to my increasingly growing dick. Without any warning, he placed my warn, throbbing dick in his moist, hot mouth. I let out a small moan. ------------------------ "Ah, fuck." I moaned . ------------------------ His eyes once again fixed on mine. My dick gradually growing harder and larger inside his hot, wet mouth. ------------------------ "This slurping sound is so hot!" I thought to myself, as he continued to stroke and suck my now fully erected dick . ------------------------ "You like this?" he asked . ------------------------ "Mm-hmm" I moaned . ------------------------ After a couple of minutes of sucking, he took my dick out of his mouth, spit on the head of it, and then proceeded to jerk me off while he made constant eye- contact. ------------------------ "Oh my God, this feels so fucking INCREDIBLE!!" I thought . ------------------------ After about a minute of jerking me off, he then wrapped his wet, pink lips around the head of my dick and began sucking while he jerked the shaft of my dick. This time, I let out a slightly louder moan. ------------------------ "Mmmm" I moaned. ------------------------ As soon as I let out my moan, he began jerking faster; my moaning clearly being a type of fuel for him. He took the head out and gave it an extra layer of spit while he continued to jerk me off. ------------------------ "Oh, man." I said, slightly moaning . ------------------------ "Feel good?" he asked . ------------------------ "Fuck yeah, man." I replied . ------------------------ He swapped hands as he wrapped his lips around my shaft. He began moving his head up and down, sliding his moist lips and tongue from the middle of my shaft, down to base, then all the way back up to the head. He repeated this in a slow and very smooth manner. ------------------------ "Fuck..." I moaned, this time a little louder . ------------------------ He continued to suck my dick for about 5 to 10 minutes, occasionally swapping hands and removing his mouth so he could add a little more spit. After about 12 minutes of pure, intense pleasure, we decided to change into a more comfortable position. ------------------------ "Hey?" he said, as he removed his mouth from around my now throbbing, soaked cock . ------------------------ "Yeah, what's up?" I said, trying to hold back a moan long enough to finish my sentence . ------------------------ "Do you mind if you scoot over here and put your legs out the door so I can have a better angle?" ------------------------ "Yeah, sure." I replied . ------------------------ I moved over to the passenger seat as he climbed out. I sat down in the passenger seat with both of my legs hanging out the door. ------------------------ "Like this?" I asked . ------------------------ "Perfect." he said, as he knelt down in front of me, spreading my legs apart and placing himself between them . ------------------------ He grabbed my still fully erect, rock solid cock and shoved it in his warm, moist, mouth, sucking and jerking as it slides between his wet, pink lips. The sound of him slurping my dick was nothing sort of amazing. It only made my erection grow harder. Which btw, remember when I said, "My dick was as hard as it has ever been"? Yeah, well NOW it's as hard as it's ever been. ------------------------ "Fuck, Seth. This feels so good." I said, as he turns his glistening blue eyes towards mine . ------------------------ "This is so fucking hot." I thought to myself . "I can't believe this is actually happening. This is, so far, the greatest day of my entire life." I continued to think . ------------------------ He continued to suck and jerk me off, never being greedy with his wet, warm spit. ------------------------ "Just let me know when you're about to cum." he said . ------------------------ "Are you gonna let me cum in your mouth?" I asked . ------------------------ "Well, yeah." he said, as if it was obvious . ------------------------ He stopped sucking me for a few minutes and just kept jerking me off, hardly ever breaking eye-contact. ------------------------ "Come on now." he said, urging me to cum . ------------------------ I let out another moan. ------------------------ "Are you close?" he asked . ------------------------ "Not just yet." I replied . "Just keep going." I said . ------------------------ He continued to jerk my dick at a constant rate, occasionally stopping for a brief moment to either swap hands or apply more spit. ------------------------ "Ahh, fuck." I said, sounding nearly out of breath . "This feels so good." I moaned out loud as I let my head fall backwards and my eyes shut . ------------------------ He began to lick the shaft of my dick. Each lick making my dick twitch in delight. I picked my head back up and made eye-contact with him once more as he continued to lick up and down the back side of my dick. ------------------------ "Come on now." he said, again urging me to cum . ------------------------ He began moving his tongue from the bottom half of my shaft, up towards the head of my dick. Each slight movement making my dick twitch with pleasure. I let out yet another moan. ------------------------ "Mmmm, fuck." I moaned, still making eye-contact with him . ------------------------ About 30-45 minutes later, he again asked : ------------------------ "Are you getting close? Cause I really need to get back inside before my uncle wakes up and finds out I'm gone." ------------------------ "Oh, okay. But no, not yet." I replied, as I laid my head back again to relax . ------------------------ "Are you relaxing your dick or are you tensing it?" he asked . ------------------------ "I'm relaxing it." I moaned . ------------------------ "Well try tensing it like you would if you were trying not to pee." he explained . ------------------------ "FUCK." I thought . "This is gonna be it. I don't want this to be over yet. It feels so fucking good." ------------------------ "Okay, I will." I said under my breath, still moaning . ------------------------ I began tensing my dick as he began to suck me harder and faster, the head of my dick now growing in size due to me tensing. ------------------------ "Ahhh..." I moaned . ------------------------ "I'm getting close." I said while moaning . ------------------------ "Mm-hm." he hummed while sucking my dick . ------------------------ The vibrations of him humming that felt so good as well. ------------------------ "Are you about to cum?" he asked, taking my soaked dick out of his mouth . ------------------------ "I'm getting closer, but I'm not quite there yet." I said . ------------------------ He put my dick back into his mouth. I started to get the urge for him to deep throat it, so I asked him if it'd be okay for me to work his head up and down on my dick while he deep throats it. To my delight, he agreed. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed down as his mouth slid all the way to the base. I could feel the back of his throat on the head of my dick. ------------------------ "AHHH!" I moaned loudly, as I lifted his head up and pushed it back down again . ------------------------ I could hear the gulping sounds of his spit each time my dick pressed against the back of his throat. I lifted his head up and off my dick for a quick second to make sure he was okay. ------------------------ "Are you okay?" I asked . ------------------------ "Y-yeah." he said, out of breath . ------------------------ He took another deep breath and placed his mouth around the head of my cock, which is now slathered in saliva and slick to the touch. I firmly grabbed the back of his head and began pushing down again. This time with a little more force. As my rock hard dick made contact with the back of his throat, he gagged. I let out a quick but powerful moan and then lifted his head up to ensure he was okay and to give him some air. When I lifted his head up, strings of saliva were attached to my dick, leading to his mouth. ------------------------ "You good?" I asked . ------------------------ "Y-yeah, I'm... I'm good." he replied, again out of breath . ------------------------ "Are you close?" he asked . ------------------------ "Yeah." I chuckled . "I'm getting closer." ------------------------ He began using the saliva from a few moments ago as more lubrication in order to begin jerking me off. He began jerking me off in a way where he moved his hand up and down my dick, but while also twisting his hand. This made me let out another loud moan. I tried keeping it muffled since we were half inside, half outside of a car at night, in a dense neighborhood. ------------------------ "Mmmmmm..." I moaned, as he kept using his jerking technique . ------------------------ "Come on now..." he said, once again urging me to cum . ------------------------ Finally, after about an hour of him sucking, jerking, and deep throating my dick, I could finally feel the intense, overwhelming sensation of the long awaited climax. ------------------------ "Mmmm.... I-I'm-I'm gonna cum... mmmm... I'm gonna cum..." I began moaning louder and louder . ------------------------ He quickly wrapped his mouth around my dick and began jerking while he continued to stroke my cock in a twisting motion. ------------------------ "Mmmm..." I moaned, while rapidly having the breath taken away from me . ------------------------ "Faster.." I said, while making eye-contact with him . ------------------------ "Hmm?" he hummed, sending a wave of vibrations onto my dick which was still immersed inside his wet, hot mouth . ------------------------ "Ahhh, go faster..." I moaned, while still trying to be clearer with what I said . ------------------------ He finally heard my request over the sounds of gulping, slurping, and moaning, and immediately acknowledged it by stroking at a much quicker rate. ------------------------ "Ohhh, fuuuck..." I moaned, this time much louder as the slurping sounds continued . ------------------------ "Ahh... here it.... mmmmm.... here it cooommmesss...." I moaned, this time louder than I had before . ------------------------ I began feeling the pressure and movement of cum rushing through my shaft as I let out one final moan. ------------------------ "Ahhhh, mmmm...!" I moaned, letting my head fly back as my eyes shut tight with the intense pleasure I was experiencing . ------------------------ As soon as the cum began to spurt out, Seth, who was still sucking and jerking me, moved his mouth further down my shaft, letting the spurts of cum, blasting from my now pulsating cock, hit the back of his throat. With each spurt, my cock would pulsate and twitch, forcing a soft but long moan out of me each time. I begged him to keep going, even after I had finished cumming, and to my delight, he did. He continued to jerk and suck me off til my dick became so sensitive that my legs began to twitch and one final spurt of my gooey, warm, cum blasted out and into his mouth. After I shot my last load, he took my still pulsating cock from his mouth and swallowed my ten spurts of cum I gave him. He then licked the remaining cum that managed to gather at the tip of my dick. After it was all said and done, he stood up, wiped his mouth, and we said our goodbyes for the night. After he walked back into his house, I just sat in my car, gathering my thoughts about what just happened as my dick continued to pulsate, pushing more little droplets of cum out each time. I took some napkins from my glove compartment and proceeded to dry my dick, which was still soaked in saliva. After I cleaned up what was left, I put all my clothes back on and drove away. During the 30-45 minute drive back, all I could think about was what I just experienced and how incredible it was. My dick was still pushing firm against my boxers and shorts. It wasn't til I got back home and settled into bed when my dick finally went back to being flaccid. A part of me was a little disappointed, though. Don't get me wrong, the experience was absolutely FANTASTIC and I would definitely be down to go back, but I'm still disappointed that I didn't get the chance to use the condoms and lube I brought along that night. THE END .

Neither having any intention of coming out, Daniel and Peter continued their relationship throughout the winter. At 15, they had fallen victim to the hasty attraction complicated by raging hormones. Yet, both knew that their sexual pleasure was only a part of the deeper love they began feeling for each other. They remained distant at school, only sharing quick, knowing glances. Those honey sparkles still melted his soul, and Daniel's piercing blue eyes ripped through Peter's heart like bullets. Being perhaps the more sensitive of the two, Daniel cherished most the intimate times they shared. Sex wasn't the point, although they continued exploring in that regard. More often than not, they just skated together on Lake George where no one else would know anything about them. Daniel had even convinced him to wear girlie skates, and was teaching him how to do an axel. Being so popular, town authorities had recently installed some lighting around the lake and the warming house remained open until midnight. Not only that, but outside speakers had been added so that music could be played, CDs donated by other skaters. It was mid-March, and both had agreed to meet at 10:00 on Lake George one Friday evening. They knew that Spring was arriving, along with warmer temperatures, and that their skating days were coming to an end. As he entered the warming house, Daniel wasn't surprised at the throng of people milling about, changing footwear, talking, laughing, also determined to enjoy the last days on Lake George. Moving his way around to find an empty place on a bench, he couldn't see Peter, wondering if he might not be there at all. His heart began to sink, until he felt a warm hand against his own. “Come on, Daniel. Over here,” Peter said as he guided him to a vacant corner, where they sat down beside each other. There was always something electric about Peter's touch, yet Daniel could feel that it was different tonight, but didn't quite understand why. They changed into their skates without saying a word, unusual for them, then skated out into the dimly-lit beauty of the lake. Loving the freedom of gliding along at slow or racing speeds, Daniel slid gracefully over the ice as he watched Peter struggle a bit, still getting used to the new girlie skates. The serrated tips that he wasn't used to occasionally hooked the ice, causing him to trip and fall. Daniel pulled up next to him and put his left hand around his waist. “You okay, Peter?” he asked. “I guess so, but I just don't want to fuck this up,” he replied with that exasperating frankness. Together, they skated side-by-side over the smooth ice, Peter working up his courage to try an axel. Letting go of him, Daniel said, “you can do this, Peter. I know you can.” He watched as Peter picked up speed, made his leap and completed the axel. While not worthy of Olympic gold and nearly falling at the end, he had nonetheless done it, managing to stay on his feet. “I told you! Try another!” Daniel shouted with pride. “No, one's enough for tonight. I don't want to ruin my perfect record,” Peter replied as he skated away. Something was definitely wrong. Daniel could feel it. He caught up with him and they skated together toward the pedestrian bridge that Peter had crashed into last December. “Remember that?” Daniel asked, pointing to the support post he had struck. “How could I forget?” Passing the bridge, they slowed, and Peter stopped, stepping off the ice and falling onto his back in the snowbank where he had landed. Daniel joined him and sat on his stomach as he had done then. “Pecker-eater!” he said. “Dick-licker!” he replied. An odd silence fell over them, and Peter unexpectedly wrapped his arms around Daniel, pulling him down to his chest in a crushing embrace. Nestling his face into Daniel's neck, Peter softly asked, “do you know how much I love you? I mean, do you really know?” Daniel was taken aback and concerned. Why would he ask such a question? “Of course I do,” he whispered, pulling Peter up to kiss him. Peter didn't respond, but rolled them onto Daniel's back, releasing his grip and sitting up in the snow next to him, knees drawn tightly against his chest. Daniel also sat up, and knew that his trademark fetal position meant that something was tearing at his heart. “Peter, what's wrong? You've got to tell me,” Daniel implored. There were a few moments of continued silence between them. “You still owe on a rain check. He's coming home for Spring break any day now, and you're going to fuck him, aren't you?” Peter asked bluntly. Daniel felt as though a dagger had been plunged into his chest. “Peter, I don't know if he'll even come to see me. Maybe he's completely forgotten about me, but I don't think so. He promised that he wouldn't, and I believe that. You've got to understand that he's not my lover … you are,” Daniel explained quietly. “I know that he's your boyfriend and you care about each other. I'm okay with that, but why do you need to have sex with him? How would you feel if I told you that I had a boyfriend, and that we were going to fuck tomorrow?” Peter asked, driving the dagger-point even deeper into his chest. Daniel had to pause and think hard about that for awhile. He had never really considered the fact that Peter had no equivalent in his life. “I guess I'd be jealous, maybe even angry, but as long as I knew that you loved me, and not him, it would be okay,” he answered. “In fact, what would make me sure of that is if I could be there when you were together. I would know the difference between love and something else right away.” Peter sat motionless, his arms wrapped around his legs, processing what he had just heard. Finally dropping them, he turned to look at Daniel in the hazy glow of the lights from Lake George. “Do you love me?” Peter asked. Daniel took him by the shoulders and pushed him onto his back in the snow. Leaning down, he kissed his lips more deeply than ever before. Breaking away, he quietly said, “oh, my sweet Peter. I love you so much it's likely to kill me.” Daniel stood up and pulled Peter to his feet. “We've got to get back to the warming house before it closes,” he said. Together, they got back onto the ice and slowly made their way toward the warming house. Gliding along next to each other near the middle of the lake, now empty of other skaters. Daniel could hear the strains of “Sailing” by Christopher Cross, one of his favorite songs, coming from the outdoor speakers. He reached out to Peter's hand and came to a stop, pulling him into a hug. “Daniel, I just don't know if I can stand sharing you,” Peter said. “If he even shows up, I can always say no. He's not going to rape me, you know. He'll understand,” Daniel replied. “But that robs you of something that's part of your relationship, and that isn't fair to you. I just don't know how to feel,” Peter explained. “Let's not worry about it right now,” Daniel said, and they sailed back to shore. Over a week had passed without incident. It was Saturday morning, and Daniel and Peter were watching a movie in Daniel's living room, sitting next to each other on the sofa. When the doorbell rang, they looked at each other, locking eyes. Daniel hesitated. “Better answer the door,” Peter said, turning off the movie. Daniel went to the door and opened it. “Morning, kiddo,” he heard. “Hey, Carter,” he said nervously. Carter entered the house, then took off his coat and boots. Walking into the living room, he noticed Peter sitting on the couch. “Hi, Peter,” he said. “Hi, Carter.” There was an uncomfortable tension in the air. Carter had not expected Peter to be there, and didn't quite know how to proceed. He looked at Daniel and said, “I'm home on break and just wanted to stop by to see how you're doing,” he began harmlessly. They looked into each others eyes, knowing there was more to it than that. “Have you come to redeem the rain check for your present?” Daniel asked. “No,” he chuckled, glancing over at Peter, “I was only joking about that.” “Well, I wasn't,” Daniel said with a hint of slyness as he wrapped his arms around him. Carter loved the feel of his tight embrace, yearning for his present. Daniel released him and sank to his knees, running his hand over his crotch. “You don't have to do this,” Carter said. Daniel looked over at Peter. Without saying a word, he simply nodded his head. Daniel smiled, and continued to massage his groin. As Carter's dick began to stiffen, he kissed and licked it through his jeans, grabbing his ass with both hands and squeezing his buns. “Oh, you tease,” Carter whispered. Daniel stopped playing with his ass and opened the snap of his pants, slowly lowering the zipper. He pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, lifting his feet so he could step out of them. Wasting no time, he kissed the crown of his hard cock, then moved down to the base. Gently fondling his balls, Daniel began a relentless tongue-lashing up and down the shaft, pausing to suck the head for a moment, then releasing it, only to continue tormenting him with his tongue. Peter sat transfixed, watching every movement. He wasn't jealous or upset. On the contrary, seeing his lover torture his boyfriend's cock, and hearing the slurps and moans, were making him crazy. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, and his own dick was ready to tear through his jeans as he rubbed himself. As if in a trance, Peter got up from the couch and dropped down next to Daniel. Carter was already lost in unbelievable pleasure, his head back and eyes closed. When he felt a second tongue working on his cock, he nearly collapsed. Together, they gave Carter the first double-header he'd ever had. Daniel on the left, Peter on the right, they kissed and licked their way up and down each side of his throbbing cock. Taking turns, they pulled him into their mouths, sucking with youthful passion on his big rod. Standing in his boyfriend's home wearing only a sweatshirt and socks, Carter looked down at the two lovers slobbering on his cock, and it was more than he could take. Grabbing his screaming prick, he beat it furiously as Daniel and Peter put their cheeks together. “Ohhhhhhhhh, you little fuckers!” Carter grunted as he blasted four huge jets of boiling cum across their faces. His mind-bending orgasm continued as he pounded his dick, shooting another three rips onto them as his body quaked. Barely able to stand, Carter rubbed his cock over their sweet faces. Daniel took him into his mouth first, sucking the remaining mini-jets of cream, then shared it with Peter, who eagerly sucked out the last few drops. Now too sensitive for any more attention, and nearly ready to pass out, Carter fell back onto the couch, gasping for breath. He looked on as Daniel and Peter licked each others faces like puppies, interspersed with devouring kisses as they exchanged his cum with their tongues. Their own cocks raging, Daniel began to rip at Peter's clothes as he kissed him. Resembling two wild beasts, Carter looked on as they pulled their clothing away from each other, flinging it aside. It was like watching a surreal, forbidden strip-show; two young boys lost in passion, yet deeply in love with each other. Once naked, Peter fell to his knees and took Daniel's cock into his mouth, gobbling on it with drooling fury. Carter got up and stood behind Daniel, wrapping his arms around him. Leaning down, he again took in his sweet boy smell that drove him mad. “I want you to fuck me,” he said. Releasing his embrace, Carter laid down on his back. Hearing his request, Peter stopped working on Daniel's cock, now covered with his mouth juice. Daniel got to his knees between Carter's legs as he pulled them up. “Fuck me, Daniel, and Peter, you get on my face!” he demanded. Peter did as ordered, straddling his face and lowering his smooth ass onto his mouth. As Carter began his boy-butt feeding frenzy, Peter grabbed Carter's legs and pulled them back, watching Daniel position himself to fuck him. He brushed his cock head, soaked with Peter's saliva and his own pre-cum, against Carter's hole. Slowly, he rubbed it around the opening, then entered him with only the tip, stopping there to tease his aching sphincter, then pulled back out. Carter stopped licking Peter's ass only long enough to beg, “fuck me, already!” Daniel couldn't stand it any longer himself, and drilled into him fully, his small cock finding little resistance. “Mmmmmm,” Carter moaned as he felt the hard boy cock inside him. Not having fucked his ass before, Daniel was wrapped in a new thrill and wanted to blow instantly, but somehow managed to hang on. He started pumping into him, feeling the muscles squeeze his young dick. “Yeah, that's it, Daniel. Fuck your boyfriend ... fuck him hard, but I get your load!” Peter hissed as Carter dug his tongue into his little ass. His nasty encouragement sent Daniel's mind spinning, and he pounded into him, his balls slapping against his ass. Carter was reeling in pleasure, but needed two cocks in him at once. Pulling his tongue from Peter's chute, he replaced it with his index finger, jamming it into him as he took his dripping cock into his mouth. “Ohhhh, you bitch!” Peter yelped as his cock was engulfed and ass violated. Carter sucked hard as Peter rammed into his wet mouth, nudging his little prostate at the same time. The wild melee continued only a few moments longer. His body torn with bolts of orgasmic lightning, Peter erupted first, dumping a mega-load of sperm into his mouth. Carter sucked the cream gravy down as he felt Daniel pull out of him. “Oh, Peter, here it is!” Daniel gasped. Ripping at his cock as he withdrew, Daniel offered it to Peter, who leaned down and took it into his mouth. Torrents of thick cum shot into his mouth as Daniel let go of Carter's legs and grabbed Peter's head. “Take it lover … take it!” he groaned. They all collapsed into a smoldering heap; panting, moaning, totally wrecked. As they slowly recovered, Daniel rolled off of Carter's body onto his side, taking Peter with him. He spooned against him, perhaps closer than ever. “Do you still love me?” he asked quietly. “More than ever,” Peter replied softly. As they held each other closely, gently entwining their arms and sharing small kisses, Carter got up and dressed himself. Reaching the door, he looked back at the two with envy. He was a “switch-hitter,” something he had to explain to Daniel the first time they were together, remembering that with a smile. It may have its advantages; a little of this, a little of that. Yet, it's neither black nor white, only a shade of gray. Looking at Peter as he cuddled Daniel, their love for each other so visible, he thought to himself, ”you don't know how lucky you are.” “See ya, kiddo,” he whispered, closing the door behind him.

School was about to end. It was the summer of my junior year of high school, and finals were coming up right after prom. Prom was a different story, though, so I’ll skip out on the details there. I was just about to turn 17 that June, so by far one of the youngest in the class, though I didn’t look it. I am tall with blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and a huge smile. And a tan. I live in bright hot sunny Florida, so that one’s a given I suppose. My name is Tyler. I have two little sisters, both of whom are much younger than me. Dad lost his job early on, and they just didn’t have time to…well anyhow this is about stuff other than my parents love life. If you want that, I guess ask someone other than their son to write about it… Every guy secretly wants a little brother. Not just because they’re adorable and the key to getting amazing dates, or because they’re a lot easier than sisters, but simply because slavery becomes legal and I suppose it’s someone to hang with. I mean, who else is your closest friend? Well that said, I didn’t have one. So here I am, sitting here, senior year, life changing, and my parents sit us down for dinner at a fancy restaurant. This rarely happens. Something big must be about to happen. My dad sits up a little straighter, looks at all of us kids, then mom, then back at us. “Your mom and I have been talking…”he says, then takes a sip of red wine. “We have decided we have always wanted another boy, especially because we have two beautiful girls, and we have had such a great time raising Tyler,” he pats my arm and I look at him curiously, “that we…well, we think we may adopt a boy. His name is Zane.” My little sisters get all giddy and what not. I mean hey, they’re thinking little brother like baby. I’m thinking great, a baby, or worse, a kid with major psychological problems. I mean, this is my senior year coming up. A brother is sweet but still… After a long dinner conversation, my thoughts opened up a little. Turns out, Zane is 15, about a year younger than me, and lives a few hours from here. We are meeting him this weekend, to which he will come stay with us for a few days. Turns out, my parents have been doing some serious work under the radar. So the weekend finally gets here, and we show up in Orlando. He’s been staying in foster care, and the parents seem nice. The house is a beautiful two story Victorian. These people must be crazy fostering teenage boys… We stand there in the foyer, waiting for him to come down. I see a hand running down the balcony railing, but not much else. Then legs. Wow, this kid must be tall, like me. Legs, legs, crotch…ok hurry up cant stare at that all day bro…torso, chest…this kids in shape…head…wow that’s shaggy hair…Zane. He jumps off the third step lands directly in front of me. “HI!” he says with a huge grin. We both blink then stare. Woah, this kid seriously looks like he could actually be my brother… “We kinda do look a like…” he says, then extends his hand. “Well hey! I’m Zane. You must be Tyler. I kinda stalked your facebook some.” I laughed and shook his hand. Funny guy…. The family all said hello, and we sat in the formal living room and had sweet tea. Zane and I ended up talking the most, probably because we sat on the same couch, while the foster parents talked with some agent lady or something and my sisters played with the foster parents little girl Hannah. Yeah confusing, I know. Lots of talking. Turns out, though, that he would be staying with us on some pre-arranged “trial run” sort of thing to see how he fit with the family. My mom and his foster mom were on the same cheer squad in high school, so we got to pull some strings. The three hour car ride back home was pretty normal, actually. Like I said, my sisters were happy to have a cute boy in the car with them, especially a new “big brother,” and I actually had a friend. We talked about sports, he played soccer and baseball; music, both of us loved it all; and school. Our house is a two story colonial style on three acres. It’s pretty big, 5 bedrooms and 5 baths. Though we did have a guest room, it was decided he would stay with me for the week, or the first few nights at least, just to be more comfortable. We both retire upstairs to my room after the long afternoon, dinner, and running around playing tag out back. Zane sits on the edge of my bottom bunk, so I grab my computer chair, prop my feet up on the desk, and flick on my lava lamp for some soft lighting. “So…” Zane trails off, suddenly kinda nervous, it seems. “N-nevermind…” he says, lowering his head. “What’s on your mind, bud?” I ask, rolling over a little closer. “You can stay in the guest room if you’re not comfortable.” He shakes his head, the big dirty blonde mop whipping the air. “No no…it’s not that. Just…I’ve… never had a big brother…or anyone really…” I slowly slide off the chair and onto the bed beside him and put my arm around him. “Well, you do know,” I whisper as I pat his shoulder. He picks his head up a little to look at me with those sad little green eyes. “I’ve never had a girlfriend…” Try as I might, I cannot repress the stupid grin on my face. “Don’t laugh. Its…I…I just cant…” “Buddy,” I say shaking my head and laughing a little, “seriously. Its ok. I didn’t have my first girlfriend until last summer.” He stares at me confused. “But you’re hot!” he blurts, then goes all bug-eyed like he just exposed some national secret. “Oh…uh…I mean…” “Dudeeee!” I say all surfer like and punch him playfully in the arm, “hot like bottle rocket on the fourth of July!” He relaxes a little, so we talk about girls. It’s getting late, and being the typical 15 year old guy he is, his thoughts go a little more and more sexual as he opens up. “Hey so…I keep getting…like…sometimes when…Can I ask something personal?” he just blurts out mid conversation about what the hottest actress is at the moment. “Uh…sure?” I say, leaning back. “You ever get like…” he crosses his legs and adjusts his shorts. I see where this is going, as he tries desperately to adjust his shorts. “like…you know…” He says as he all but looks at me. “Awkward boner?” I laugh. He smiles sheepishly at me. “Maybe…” “Sorry if I turn you on so much.” I wink. “Well yeah man, it happens. In class, movies, around friends…you name it, it pops up.” He nods. A few moments pass as I study him, wondering what he’s thinking. In the dim light I can see him shaking. I put my arm around him and pull him into me. “Hey, were pretty much brothers man, or gonna be soon. You can talk to me about anything man.” He sits there quietly, then nods. “I just wonder if I’m normal,” he says barely audibly. “I mean, I know my foster parents love me, and your family, but…I’ve been alone since I was six. And I don’t have a girlfriend, don’t know how to get one, don’t know what’s going on with my body and thoughts…”He lets out a huge sigh and I see a small tear run down his face. “Zane, its ok bro,” I whisper as I rub his arm softly. “You’re ok. I mean, you’ve got a family here. Or will soon. You’ll find a girl.” I squeeze his arm where his biceps have started to develop some, “and hey, puberty’s doing you some good kid!” “Yeah…I suppose.” He says then looks at me. “Thanks Ty.” He looks down again, obviously thinking hard. I pat his back, letting him know its ok. “You ever…”he starts, ”You ever wonder if you’re…if youre big enough…down there?” I laugh and tell him most guys do. “Yeah just…I remember being a little kid. I walked in on this older guy in the house, Chris, who was taking a shower. I mean, his was sooo much bigger you know? I mean, am I gay for thinking about that? I can’t be gay. I mean, y’all wouldn’t adopt me if I was gay. And I couldn’t like girls. But I think about him, and how mine compares now, and I’m not gay Ty I swear I’m not, but like…ugh! Whats going on Ty?” he cries, slumping against me. I sit there silently for a moment. “Well, to start with, I think you’re probably a lot bigger now that you were then, and most guys wonder how they compare to others. So good news, you are normal there. And I mean, some guys go through a stage of wondering what other guys are like then get over it. Its just a stage. I think you’re ok man.” I figured hed ask. He did. He wanted to know if I had ever had that stage. I did. Kinda am still in it, actually, but a lot less than when I was younger. Much less than last year. “So, how big should I be?” He asks, looking at me curiously. “I dunno…Im like 7ish?” I say and shrug. “Oh good me too!” He grins. “I was just worried watching this…uhhh…” I start laughing. “You talk too much you little perv!” He shrugs. “Hey don’t most guys look at that stuff? I thought you were supposed to, just not around other people.” He grabs at his crotch again, obviously trying desperately to keep me from noticing his hard on, which he is making even more obvious. Finally I give up and just pull my basketball shorts tight, revealing my slight boner I had kept hidden until now. All this talking about woodies and porn and girls had finally gotten me hard. He looked down, somewhat surprised. I’m not sure what was more shocking, the fact that I showed it or had simply kept it hidden for who knows how long. Zane started squirming again. “I…I gotta pee,” he said in the worst lie I’ve ever heard. I pointed to the door on the left of the bed, the bathroom. He went in. A few minutes later, I knock on the door. “Havin fun in there buddy?” I laugh. There’s a scrambling noise and a quick “uh-huh.” I turn the knob. He forgot to lock it. Sitting there on the toilet is my soon to be little brother, attempting to pull thin sports shorts over his raging boner and failing. Its obvious he has been jacking off. I lean against the door frame. He really didn’t think his new big brother was stupid, did he? His head lowered, in complete shame. I walked over and knelt down in front of him. His eyes look up at me, sad. I pat his shoulder, then walk out. He follows a few minutes later. “You’re not mad are you Ty?” He says, standing in front of me while I sit on my bed. This kid is adorable, and the fact that he is about to poke me with that massive boner makes the awkward situation even more funny. “No Zane, were teenage guys. Everyone does it.” He nods. “Wanna do it with me?” He says quietly, his voice shaking. “I kinda wanna see…” his shaking voice fades. I grab his pants and give a tug. “Those obviously aren’t hiding anything at all,” I say sarcastically. His dick bounces up, finally free. It is big. Almost as big as mine. The poor guy is shy at first, then makes his move. He slowly grabs onto my crotch through my shorts. “Can…can I feel it?” His fingers slowly pull back the elastic as his hand slips into my boxers. I feel it tickly the tip of my caged monster. My hand gropes around for his. I find it and he lets out a deep sigh. My pants are then ripped off and he starts milking my cock hard. I buck into his hand a few times as I feel his surprisingly low hanging balls. Theyre not huge, just hang really low. I lay down on the bed, and he jumps ontop of me. His dick grinds into mine. “Rape much?” I laugh and grab his bubble butt. It’s in really good shape from so much running. I can see his grin through the dim light. He rolls off and starts rubbing up and down on my pulsing manhood. I start rubbing his. “You know any tricks? Ive never done this…” He says, sitting up a little. I think for a moment, then start moving my hand a little differently, add a little spit, and go some more. He hasn’t thought of spit before, apparently, which I find odd. A little lube does the trick as usual, and soon hes moaning and thrusting his hips around. Big brother point bonus: teach the little bro how to jack off properly. He sits up and looks at me curiously. I ask what hes thinking. He just smiles and straddles me, our dicks touching. I look down, and he struggles to line them up, or appears to rubbing them together. I then realize hes trying to see whose is bigger. Like I said, mines a little bigger by about a quarter of an inch. He looks up at me. “You win.” He lays back down, defeated. “I know something you might can beat me at” I say, turning over a little to look at him. He looks at me, suddenly excited. “Can you shoot?” I ask when he can’t wait any longer for a new game. “Shoot?” He asks, a curious smirk coming over his face. The two of us start jacking ourselves off. I told him to copy me, but tell me if he felt like he was going to cum. Not gonna lie, it is kinda hot having someone watch you jack off. Anyhow, so I start rubbing slowly, then spit on my hand and rub a little faster. I squeeze the top some, rubbing just the uppermost part. Then the bottom. Then caress my balls with my right hand, switch, and rub left. “Woah that feels cool!” HE says to himself after switching hands. I just shake my head. This kids nuts. He looks back at me and starts going faster like I did. He squirms. I look over. “Remember, don’t cum! Tell me if you’re close, I’ll tell you what to do.” He stops. “Oh yeah…Im close.” I reach over and squeeze the top of his dick. He pushes his butt into the matress, holding back orgasm. “Hang on…” I say, waiting for his locked and loaded balls to relax. They do. “Ok start again,” I command, and resume rubbing myself. “Wait…so we don’t cum? I thought that was the best part?” He asks completely lost. I just laugh and tell him it’s called edging. Basically, you put off orgasm for a few times, letting it build up. Kind of like pumping a water gun. The more you pump it, the more you can squirt. I swear, if that kid light up more, the room would have gotten brighter. “Oooohhhhh!!!” He said, “Gotcha!” then started pumping furiously on his dick. I just kept going at a normal pace, trying not to laugh at his adorable face, completely focusing on his manhood, biting his lip in complete concentration. “Youre goin down broski!” He giggled. “Ive gone a few days. I almost hit my bellybutton last time I went this long!” I ended up snorting holding back a laugh. “Oh trust me, itll go farther.” I stopped, squeezed the tip a little, then started back. He copied me. We lay there for a while doing this, both mirroring each other and trying different hang positions. Eventually, we agreed it felt kinda cool getting jacked off by another person, so we focused on each other for a change. After about three minutes of jacking each other, I let go of his to focus on my own. It was time for out shooting competition. “Ready kiddo?” I asked. He nodded and grinned. “Heck yeah!” We both start pumping furiously. I counted down. 1…2…3… To say it was the biggest orgasm of his life would be like comparing the titanic to a canoe. As I lay there, my dick pulsing streams of hot gooey jizz, I counted his spasms. 1…2…3… He just lay there in shock as a shot hit his face, running down to his lips. His hands quit moving, so I reached over and slowly squeezed his cock as it released all that built up cum in about 5 shots and then a few pulsing streams. When he finally started breathing, it was deep and heavy. He wiped his mouth with his hand, then licked his lip curiously. “HM…tastes…kinda…different.” He panted. “But WOW!” he looked over at me. I had shot to my chest. “Woah. Youre like a freakin super soaker bro!” I had shot a little more by volume, being a bit older, but he probably out shot me distance wise. (I still hold the record though. 12 streaming shots of cum, the second landing 6 feet infront of us, by the way. Yes, it is possible. NO, I didn’t move the rest of the weekend) Anyhow, this time he won. After a moment or two to catch his breath, he looked over at me and said wow about a dozen times within a few minutes. I just lay there smiling. Bro points quadrupled, teach the kid to edge AND shoot. “You ever taste it?” He asked, sitting up and trying to contain the pool of sperm on his belly. I shrugged. I had once. It was ok, though not good enough to try again. I told him if he was done eating his then we could go shower up, together to save time. We stepped into the warm shower. It was around three am, and after the massive orgasm, both of us were pretty tired. I soaped up his back, then just decided Id wash him and he could wash me. I gave his dick a little tug when I got to it, saying “Good work soldier!” then stepped aside to let him rinse the suds off. He, washing mine, commented about it being a “freakin nuke.” We decided bonding time was good to start with, so we just cuddled in the bottom bunk and fell asleep, nice and clean. By the way, cuddle wise, it was more brother to brother cuddle. Not like romantic cuddle. We weren’t naked or anything. Six months later, and after many more “trial sleepovers,” Zane is officially my little brother. It is now my senior year. We both have girlfriends, actually dating two sisters…its weird how that happened…and I am preparing to go to college in a few months. There are many more stories, but those are for another time. Hope you enjoyed. We both did. Later! PS, check back sometime. Maybe ill tell another. College is pretty crazy…

CAROL & PATTY Carol could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Carol knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighborhood, and Carol had seen her walking by her house occasionally. Her name was Patty, Carol learned when one of the girl's friends had said her name when she laughed at something the girl said. Carol watched the girl closely, and soon realized she was fully aware of her exposure. Not only aware, but intentionally making it obvious. She would laugh and giggle and squirm in the small white chair, spreading her knees in a way that would, to some, appear accidental in her exuberance. But Carol had seen those sparkling eyes peek at her from time to time. Patty was a beautiful girl, slender with honey-blonde hair and creamy skin. Her personality was bubbly and outgoing. She was a typical California girl, perhaps a bit more. She was well tanned, and her body was exquisite. At the moment, she wore a very tight light-blue T-shirt. Her small, but succulent breasts were molded, outlined by the garment, and from the way her nipples protruded, Carol knew very well that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were sweetly shaped. The skirt she wore must have came from the sixties, it was so short. But then, if any girl had the body for a micro skin, it was Patty. Her legs were long, slender, inviting to the eye. The golden color of them testified to her love of sunshine. Gazing toward Patty, Carol saw the girl pretend to lose her balance on the chair. One leg shot out, and the whole of Patty's crotch became blatantly visible. The crotch of her panties seemed as tight as her T-shirt, Carol thought. Her panties were a pale green. Carol found herself gazing steadily into Patty's dark eyes. There was heat in those eyes, she realized, and she wondered if Patty was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Patty moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips. Carol shuddered and turned her eyes down, finishing her ice cream, stood up, and walked to her car. When Carol got home she appreciated the fact that the house was comfortably cool. She poured herself a glass of wine, and was sipping it and twisting the dial on the radio when the door bell rang. Going to the door, puzzling over who it could be, she opened it to find the girl she had been admiring standing there with a big smile on her face. "Why, hello, Patty," she said, surprised to see the girl. "What brings you to my doorstep?" Patty replied that she had noticed Carol staring at her and was curious why an older woman would look at her like that. Carol blushed, but felt a tingle as she realized that the young girl had actually noticed her and was interested in her. She invited Patty in and offered her a glass of wine, which the girl accepted. Carol realized that she shouldn't be offering wine to a minor, but from the eager way Patty accepted the glass and took a sip, she knew this was not the girl's first taste of the fruit of the vine. Carol felt a strangeness within her, a warmth that was at the same time alien and exciting. Patty sat on the couch, her legs were crossed, the creamy thighs revealed. Carol joined her on the couch, and once again they gazed boldly at each other. "You like me?" Patty asked in a whispery voice. "Of course I like you, honey," Carol replied. "I think you're lovely," her voice oddly throaty. "I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, Carol," Patty said with that disturbing voice, her dark eyes bold as ever. Carol jumped. Patty had placed her palm on one of Carol's knees. She dropped her eyes down, looking at it, and shivering. The hand felt unusually hot, as if it were searing her flesh. "You liked what you saw," Patty said, making it a statement, and at the same time sliding her hand past Carol's knee. Carol felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She watched Patty's hand move higher, caressing in circles on her thigh now. There was an increase in her breathing rate, and she heard the sound of Patty's breath. Patty then took Carol's hand and drew it toward her golden thigh. As her palm was placed halfway up that thigh, Carol felt a sudden lurching between her own legs. Her cunt had swelled and was moist now, her clit throbbing. Patty was holding her wrist, moving her palm up and down the thigh. Carol saw the crotch of those tight panties again, and heard the girl's soft sigh. Patty released her wrist, but Carol left her hand on that hot thigh, moving it slowly by herself now. They continued looking into each other's eyes, and Carol moved her hand higher. She felt the tight panties with the tips of her fingers, and Patty uncrossed her legs and spread them widely, leaning against the back of the couch. "I like to be touched," Patty said in a low voice. "You want to touch me, don't you, Carol? The way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, I know you want to touch me." Carol couldn't seem to stop herself. Her fingers moved slowly about the crotch of Patty's panties, finding them moist. She traced the puffy lips, then dragged her finger up and down the slit of her pussy. Patty mewled and twisted her ass provocatively. Carol's palm cupped Patty's wet mound. She felt the heat of that succulent sex burning into her hand, and she rubbed it gently, lightly. Patty whimpered with pleasure and began to grind her pussy slowly against Carol's hand. Carol was not thinking of anything, only of the delight she felt at touching this sweet, youthful mound of Venus. Patty lifted her hips, pushing her crotch more tightly into Carol's hand, mewling softly. "Mmmmm, you touch me so good, Carol. I love being touched this way." Patty sprawled back, her arms lifted above her head, that honey-blonde hair fanning out around that sweet face. Carol moved off the couch and knelt between Patty's spread thighs, gazing hotly between them. She ran her hands, both of them now, up and down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the trembling heat of that skin. She shoved the short skirt to Patty's hips, and stared at the slight bulge of the girl's cunt. Before she knew it, Carol was leaning over, kissing just above a dimpled knee. Patty was twisting her little ass about in pleasure, gurgling with delight. As she slipped her tongue out and began to lick at Patty's thigh, Carol felt her own pussy pulsing in a fiery desire. With her tongue lapping slowly along one thigh, she kept fondling the other. She found her lips gliding higher and higher on Patty's thigh. Then she was licking the soft, sensitive flesh only a few inches from that bubbling cunt. Shifting her face, Carol licked at the other thigh, her eyes closed with this ecstasy she was feeling. Her tongue went up and down the girl's creamy thighs, licking mostly along the inner surfaces where it was most sensitive. Her hands moved up and down the outside, and over Patty's rounded hips. Patty was cooing and writhing her hips about, arching her pussy up. The fresh, clean scent of Patty's cunt was sweet to Carol's senses, and she gazed for a moment at the bulge of that gorgeous pubic mound. Again she stroked a fingertip up and down the crotch of the girl's tight panties. A growl came from Carol's throat. She shoved her mouth to Patty's crotch, sucking at her moist panties. She pulled at the panties with her teeth, then lapped her tongue up and down, tasting the wetness of that delicious cunt through the thin panties. "Ooooo," Patty moaned. "Mmmm ... ohhh, yes, Carol!" Carol felt Patty's hands on her cheeks, trying to guide her lips and tongue. She felt the girl press her cunt into her mouth, and she began to lick with swift movements at those thin panties. Patty lifted her thighs and pressed them against Carol's face. The satiny feel of Patty's thighs on her face sent a tremble of intense desire rumbling about her body, and she whimpered into the girl's cunt. Carol's hands moved under the teenager's lifted ass. She cupped Patty's ass cheeks, finding them tight and firm and fitting perfectly in her palms. Then she was tasting the wetness of Patty's sweet pussy. The girl pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy to Carol's tongue and lips. Carol did not hesitate; she began to lick her tongue up and down the puffy cunt lips, tasting the sugary sweetness of this delightful girl. She twisted her tongue about Patty's throbbing little clit, then closed her hot lips on it, sucking hard. Patty shoved her cunt harder in to Carol's face and began to grind. "Oooo, inside me," Patty was pleading. "Ohhh, Carol, put your tongue inside me!" Carol's tongue shot into Patty's cunt, feeling the honeyed cunt lips tighten. She thrust her tongue in and out, feeling Patty's cunt flex about it. She sucked at the seeping pussy juices, swallowing as her mouth filled. The slippery sweetness was delicious to Carol, and she plunged her tongue in and out like a cock, fucking Patty's cunt almost frantically, digging her fingers into that tight little ass. Patty turned and twisted, tossing her crotch up and down, rubbing her cunt into Carol's face with frenzied motions. "Ahhh, lick me, Carol," Patty moaned in a sobbing, soft voice, grinding excitedly, "Oooo, lick me, lick me!" Carol was now on her knees, her ass in the air, her face buried tightly into Patty's crotch, sucking and licking that sweet cunt. She waggled her ass when spasms of pleasure rippled through her cunt. She dug her fingers hard into the firm cheeks of Patty's ass, trying to shove her face as tightly as she could into the steaming cunt. Her tongue fucked in and out of those tight lips, lapping about the rigid, throbbing petals of flesh. She was moaning softly as she sucked and licked Patty's cunt. Patty, with her finger hooked into her panties to hold the crotch far to one side, pressed the back of Carol's head with the other hand, grinding her cunt ecstatically against the woman's sucking, licking mouth. Her hot thighs scissored about Carol's head. Waves of gentle orgasms were going off between Carol's thighs, her cunt convulsing in liquid heat. Wet sounds filled the living room as her tongue lapped furiously at Patty's tasty cunt. She buried her tongue as deep as she could into the sugary, syrupy pussy, flicking it against the satiny cunt walls, feeling Patty's clit convulsing against her upper lip. Carol was thrilled to feel Patty's succulent cunt lips squeezing her tongue as she fucked it in and out. The sounds of Patty's sobbing voice as she came excited Carol as much as eating this pussy did. "Oh, God!" Patty was whimpering. "Oh, God ... Oh, God! I'm cumming, Carol! Oooooo, I'm cumming ... so good ... so beautiful!" Carol held the girl's twisting little ass tightly, feeling her ass cheeks flex in her hands as she fucked her tongue in and out of the spasming cunt. Her own pussy was going through a series of orgasms. Her body shook, her upturned ass waving about as she came. Carol held her mouth against Patty's cunt, feeling the girl starting to relax, her body going limp. She gently let Patty's ass down, then pulled her hands away. She lowered her own ass and sat back, her legs straight out before her. She was still shaking from the pleasure. Her cheeks and chin were wet from Patty's cunt, and her lips felt slightly puffy, bruised. She watched with heavy, unfocused eyes as Patty lay where she was, legs still spread. The crotch of her panties seemed pulled to one side by some invisible fingers. Carol saw the pale blonde pubic hair, the pink lips of that sweet cunt, and the tip of Patty's clit. Finally Patty struggled up, crossing her legs again in front of her. Her dark eyes were sparkling and she was smiling happily. "I knew you wanted to lick me, Carol," she said in her soft, whispery voice. "I knew you would lick me when I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor." That was more than Carol knew. "I came to see you because I knew what you wanted, and I knew I wanted it just as much as you did." Carol shivered, seeing those bold eyes, wondering how a girl so young could see and understand so much. She had felt excitement seeing Patty's panties in the ice cream parlor, of course, but ... eating her cunt? She had not intended to lick the young girl's pussy, not on a conscious level, anyway. After sitting quietly like that, Patty on the couch, Carol on the floor, Patty bounced to her feet. "I'd like to come back again some time if you will let me." Before Carol could reply, Patty was gone. Carol washed her face in her bathroom. She looked into the mirror, seeing a beautiful face there. She had never eaten pussy before, yet she had willingly licked Patty's cunt. She had found the young girl irresistible, and she had shoved her face into that sweet cunt--not just eagerly, but hungrily. There had been something about Patty that Carol had been unable to understand, an attraction she had never felt for a girl in her entire life. She wasn't sorry she had sucked that pussy, though--not a bit. Carol had lovely dark hair, hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes, also dark, had a slight slant to them. She had full, sensual lips, and her neck was long. Her skin was unblemished, creamy the way Patty's was. Carol threw her shoulders back and looked critically at her breasts. Nothing wrong with those, she thought. There was nothing wrong with any part of her body. She could stand next to Patty any day, although there was about fifteen years' difference in their ages. Carol lifted her skirt to her waist and looked at herself. She was wearing pantyhose, but no panties. The dark curls of her cunt showed clearly through the garment. Her hips were rounded-- her thighs straight and full, yet slim. She twisted her neck and peered over her shoulder. Her ass was very shapely, still as firm as it had been when she was Patty's age. The ass cheeks were full, rounded in an enticing way. Smoothing her skirt, she thought there was certainly nothing wrong with what she had. All the goodies were in place. Carol hoped it wouldn't be too long before her doorbell rang again and it would be that precious little piece of pussy she had just so lovingly tasted.

CAROL & PATTY Carol could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Carol knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighborhood, and Carol had seen her walking by her house occasionally. Her name was Patty, Carol learned when one of the girl's friends had said her name when she laughed at something the girl said. Carol watched the girl closely, and soon realized she was fully aware of her exposure. Not only aware, but intentionally making it obvious. She would laugh and giggle and squirm in the small white chair, spreading her knees in a way that would, to some, appear accidental in her exuberance. But Carol had seen those sparkling eyes peek at her from time to time. Patty was a beautiful girl, slender with honey-blonde hair and creamy skin. Her personality was bubbly and outgoing. She was a typical California girl, perhaps a bit more. She was well tanned, and her body was exquisite. At the moment, she wore a very tight light-blue T-shirt. Her small, but succulent breasts were molded, outlined by the garment, and from the way her nipples protruded, Carol knew very well that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were sweetly shaped. The skirt she wore must have came from the sixties, it was so short. But then, if any girl had the body for a micro skin, it was Patty. Her legs were long, slender, inviting to the eye. The golden color of them testified to her love of sunshine. Gazing toward Patty, Carol saw the girl pretend to lose her balance on the chair. One leg shot out, and the whole of Patty's crotch became blatantly visible. The crotch of her panties seemed as tight as her T-shirt, Carol thought. Her panties were a pale green. Carol found herself gazing steadily into Patty's dark eyes. There was heat in those eyes, she realized, and she wondered if Patty was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Patty moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips. Carol shuddered and turned her eyes down, finishing her ice cream, stood up, and walked to her car. When Carol got home she appreciated the fact that the house was comfortably cool. She poured herself a glass of wine, and was sipping it and twisting the dial on the radio when the door bell rang. Going to the door, puzzling over who it could be, she opened it to find the girl she had been admiring standing there with a big smile on her face. "Why, hello, Patty," she said, surprised to see the girl. "What brings you to my doorstep?" Patty replied that she had noticed Carol staring at her and was curious why an older woman would look at her like that. Carol blushed, but felt a tingle as she realized that the young girl had actually noticed her and was interested in her. She invited Patty in and offered her a glass of wine, which the girl accepted. Carol realized that she shouldn't be offering wine to a minor, but from the eager way Patty accepted the glass and took a sip, she knew this was not the girl's first taste of the fruit of the vine. Carol felt a strangeness within her, a warmth that was at the same time alien and exciting. Patty sat on the couch, her legs were crossed, the creamy thighs revealed. Carol joined her on the couch, and once again they gazed boldly at each other. "You like me?" Patty asked in a whispery voice. "Of course I like you, honey," Carol replied. "I think you're lovely," her voice oddly throaty. "I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, Carol," Patty said with that disturbing voice, her dark eyes bold as ever. Carol jumped. Patty had placed her palm on one of Carol's knees. She dropped her eyes down, looking at it, and shivering. The hand felt unusually hot, as if it were searing her flesh. "You liked what you saw," Patty said, making it a statement, and at the same time sliding her hand past Carol's knee. Carol felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She watched Patty's hand move higher, caressing in circles on her thigh now. There was an increase in her breathing rate, and she heard the sound of Patty's breath. Patty then took Carol's hand and drew it toward her golden thigh. As her palm was placed halfway up that thigh, Carol felt a sudden lurching between her own legs. Her cunt had swelled and was moist now, her clit throbbing. Patty was holding her wrist, moving her palm up and down the thigh. Carol saw the crotch of those tight panties again, and heard the girl's soft sigh. Patty released her wrist, but Carol left her hand on that hot thigh, moving it slowly by herself now. They continued looking into each other's eyes, and Carol moved her hand higher. She felt the tight panties with the tips of her fingers, and Patty uncrossed her legs and spread them widely, leaning against the back of the couch. "I like to be touched," Patty said in a low voice. "You want to touch me, don't you, Carol? The way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, I know you want to touch me." Carol couldn't seem to stop herself. Her fingers moved slowly about the crotch of Patty's panties, finding them moist. She traced the puffy lips, then dragged her finger up and down the slit of her pussy. Patty mewled and twisted her ass provocatively. Carol's palm cupped Patty's wet mound. She felt the heat of that succulent sex burning into her hand, and she rubbed it gently, lightly. Patty whimpered with pleasure and began to grind her pussy slowly against Carol's hand. Carol was not thinking of anything, only of the delight she felt at touching this sweet, youthful mound of Venus. Patty lifted her hips, pushing her crotch more tightly into Carol's hand, mewling softly. "Mmmmm, you touch me so good, Carol. I love being touched this way." Patty sprawled back, her arms lifted above her head, that honey-blonde hair fanning out around that sweet face. Carol moved off the couch and knelt between Patty's spread thighs, gazing hotly between them. She ran her hands, both of them now, up and down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the trembling heat of that skin. She shoved the short skirt to Patty's hips, and stared at the slight bulge of the girl's cunt. Before she knew it, Carol was leaning over, kissing just above a dimpled knee. Patty was twisting her little ass about in pleasure, gurgling with delight. As she slipped her tongue out and began to lick at Patty's thigh, Carol felt her own pussy pulsing in a fiery desire. With her tongue lapping slowly along one thigh, she kept fondling the other. She found her lips gliding higher and higher on Patty's thigh. Then she was licking the soft, sensitive flesh only a few inches from that bubbling cunt. Shifting her face, Carol licked at the other thigh, her eyes closed with this ecstasy she was feeling. Her tongue went up and down the girl's creamy thighs, licking mostly along the inner surfaces where it was most sensitive. Her hands moved up and down the outside, and over Patty's rounded hips. Patty was cooing and writhing her hips about, arching her pussy up. The fresh, clean scent of Patty's cunt was sweet to Carol's senses, and she gazed for a moment at the bulge of that gorgeous pubic mound. Again she stroked a fingertip up and down the crotch of the girl's tight panties. A growl came from Carol's throat. She shoved her mouth to Patty's crotch, sucking at her moist panties. She pulled at the panties with her teeth, then lapped her tongue up and down, tasting the wetness of that delicious cunt through the thin panties. "Ooooo," Patty moaned. "Mmmm ... ohhh, yes, Carol!" Carol felt Patty's hands on her cheeks, trying to guide her lips and tongue. She felt the girl press her cunt into her mouth, and she began to lick with swift movements at those thin panties. Patty lifted her thighs and pressed them against Carol's face. The satiny feel of Patty's thighs on her face sent a tremble of intense desire rumbling about her body, and she whimpered into the girl's cunt. Carol's hands moved under the teenager's lifted ass. She cupped Patty's ass cheeks, finding them tight and firm and fitting perfectly in her palms. Then she was tasting the wetness of Patty's sweet pussy. The girl pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy to Carol's tongue and lips. Carol did not hesitate; she began to lick her tongue up and down the puffy cunt lips, tasting the sugary sweetness of this delightful girl. She twisted her tongue about Patty's throbbing little clit, then closed her hot lips on it, sucking hard. Patty shoved her cunt harder in to Carol's face and began to grind. "Oooo, inside me," Patty was pleading. "Ohhh, Carol, put your tongue inside me!" Carol's tongue shot into Patty's cunt, feeling the honeyed cunt lips tighten. She thrust her tongue in and out, feeling Patty's cunt flex about it. She sucked at the seeping pussy juices, swallowing as her mouth filled. The slippery sweetness was delicious to Carol, and she plunged her tongue in and out like a cock, fucking Patty's cunt almost frantically, digging her fingers into that tight little ass. Patty turned and twisted, tossing her crotch up and down, rubbing her cunt into Carol's face with frenzied motions. "Ahhh, lick me, Carol," Patty moaned in a sobbing, soft voice, grinding excitedly, "Oooo, lick me, lick me!" Carol was now on her knees, her ass in the air, her face buried tightly into Patty's crotch, sucking and licking that sweet cunt. She waggled her ass when spasms of pleasure rippled through her cunt. She dug her fingers hard into the firm cheeks of Patty's ass, trying to shove her face as tightly as she could into the steaming cunt. Her tongue fucked in and out of those tight lips, lapping about the rigid, throbbing petals of flesh. She was moaning softly as she sucked and licked Patty's cunt. Patty, with her finger hooked into her panties to hold the crotch far to one side, pressed the back of Carol's head with the other hand, grinding her cunt ecstatically against the woman's sucking, licking mouth. Her hot thighs scissored about Carol's head. Waves of gentle orgasms were going off between Carol's thighs, her cunt convulsing in liquid heat. Wet sounds filled the living room as her tongue lapped furiously at Patty's tasty cunt. She buried her tongue as deep as she could into the sugary, syrupy pussy, flicking it against the satiny cunt walls, feeling Patty's clit convulsing against her upper lip. Carol was thrilled to feel Patty's succulent cunt lips squeezing her tongue as she fucked it in and out. The sounds of Patty's sobbing voice as she came excited Carol as much as eating this pussy did. "Oh, God!" Patty was whimpering. "Oh, God ... Oh, God! I'm cumming, Carol! Oooooo, I'm cumming ... so good ... so beautiful!" Carol held the girl's twisting little ass tightly, feeling her ass cheeks flex in her hands as she fucked her tongue in and out of the spasming cunt. Her own pussy was going through a series of orgasms. Her body shook, her upturned ass waving about as she came. Carol held her mouth against Patty's cunt, feeling the girl starting to relax, her body going limp. She gently let Patty's ass down, then pulled her hands away. She lowered her own ass and sat back, her legs straight out before her. She was still shaking from the pleasure. Her cheeks and chin were wet from Patty's cunt, and her lips felt slightly puffy, bruised. She watched with heavy, unfocused eyes as Patty lay where she was, legs still spread. The crotch of her panties seemed pulled to one side by some invisible fingers. Carol saw the pale blonde pubic hair, the pink lips of that sweet cunt, and the tip of Patty's clit. Finally Patty struggled up, crossing her legs again in front of her. Her dark eyes were sparkling and she was smiling happily. "I knew you wanted to lick me, Carol," she said in her soft, whispery voice. "I knew you would lick me when I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor." That was more than Carol knew. "I came to see you because I knew what you wanted, and I knew I wanted it just as much as you did." Carol shivered, seeing those bold eyes, wondering how a girl so young could see and understand so much. She had felt excitement seeing Patty's panties in the ice cream parlor, of course, but ... eating her cunt? She had not intended to lick the young girl's pussy, not on a conscious level, anyway. After sitting quietly like that, Patty on the couch, Carol on the floor, Patty bounced to her feet. "I'd like to come back again some time if you will let me." Before Carol could reply, Patty was gone. Carol washed her face in her bathroom. She looked into the mirror, seeing a beautiful face there. She had never eaten pussy before, yet she had willingly licked Patty's cunt. She had found the young girl irresistible, and she had shoved her face into that sweet cunt--not just eagerly, but hungrily. There had been something about Patty that Carol had been unable to understand, an attraction she had never felt for a girl in her entire life. She wasn't sorry she had sucked that pussy, though--not a bit. Carol had lovely dark hair, hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes, also dark, had a slight slant to them. She had full, sensual lips, and her neck was long. Her skin was unblemished, creamy the way Patty's was. Carol threw her shoulders back and looked critically at her breasts. Nothing wrong with those, she thought. There was nothing wrong with any part of her body. She could stand next to Patty any day, although there was about fifteen years' difference in their ages. Carol lifted her skirt to her waist and looked at herself. She was wearing pantyhose, but no panties. The dark curls of her cunt showed clearly through the garment. Her hips were rounded-- her thighs straight and full, yet slim. She twisted her neck and peered over her shoulder. Her ass was very shapely, still as firm as it had been when she was Patty's age. The ass cheeks were full, rounded in an enticing way. Smoothing her skirt, she thought there was certainly nothing wrong with what she had. All the goodies were in place. Carol hoped it wouldn't be too long before her doorbell rang again and it would be that precious little piece of pussy she had just so lovingly tasted.

I had always known that I was equally interested in girls and boys. I never gave the matter much thought, just accepted that I was getting the best of both worlds. When I was in my teens I lived with my parents and two older sisters in a fairly large house with quite extensive gardens. Well, we had a tennis court, a swimming pool and an apple orchard, and to me that seemed big. However, there was one occasion when some relatives from abroad came to stay with us, a family of five, and suddenly the house didn’t seem quite as big. Uncle Ben (a sheep farmer) and Aunt Sarah together with cousins Jane, Michael and David packed in with us and I had to give up my bedroom to David. I was moved into the box room which was little more than a big cupboard. I had known of this arrangement for the previous two weeks and I resented it; I knew I was going to hate David because of it. When we met them at the airport, my resentment melted; David was the youngest of the cousins and about 6 months older than me. We were almost identical in height and stature and David had curly ginger hair, blue eyes and a cheeky smile that could win anybody over. From that point on I changed my mind about him completely and leant over backwards to make him welcome. We loaded their luggage into the mini bus which my father had hired and set off for home. The trip home took about 2 hours and although there was very little conversation between us, there were a number of occasions when I caught David looking at me. Each time he looked away quickly and I pretended not to notice, but I couldn’t help wondering if his thoughts were going in the same direction as mine. On arrival I was instructed to help David get his 2 cases up to my room. I ushered David into my room, saying “Here we are, make yourself at home”, and I set his small case down on the end of the bed. He put his large case on the floor then grabbed me by the arm and turned me to face him. His face had taken on a serious expression and he said, “Joe, I feel rotten pushing you out of your room, it should be me in the box room”. “Oh, that’s no problem” I said, “Don’t give it another thought. I hope you find the bed comfortable, but you will have to put up with me paying you fairly frequent visits as all my clothes are here and there’s no room to move anything over to the box room”. David said, “Joe, it’s your room, so come and go as you please”. I said “Thanks”, and with a grin I added “I will remember to knock”. David grinned back and started to say something but changed his mind before any words came out. I had cleared a cupboard for David to store his things, so I helped him empty his cases and pack his things away. While this was going on David chatted about being jet lagged and doubted if he was going to be able to sleep that night. I told him that he could watch my TV if he couldn’t sleep and I showed him 2 shelves containing about 100 video cassettes. He spent the next 5 minutes looking through them and then said that there were at least 20 there which he had not seen, then he said, in a lower voice, “Have you got any naughty ones”. I put on a disgusted expression for a few seconds and then I laughed and said “Of course I have”. I showed David a small metal safe, fixed to the floor in my wardrobe, told him the combination for the lock and said “there’s about a dozen there and they get naughtier the further you go down the pile”. He ruffled my hair and said that he thought I was as big a rascal as he was. I looked straight at him and said “You can count on that, but right now I think we had better go and see what all the others are up to. We found the others gathered in the kitchen where my mother was dispensing mugs of coffee. There were about 4 different conversations going on, and I think I overheard Uncle Ben suggesting that we should pay a return visit to them next year. Keen to show David the size of our garden I pointed through the kitchen window to the orchard (about 200 M away) and said “If you look between the trees you can just see the back gate”. Uncle Ben, who was standing just behind me, gave a little laugh and walked away. “Did I say something funny” I asked and Jane said “Dad was probably thinking that it takes us about 45 minutes in a 4 x 4 to reach our back gate”. Aunt Sarah joined in at this point and said “We’re on a ranch and we actually have a small mountain in what you could call our back garden. But we’re not bragging and this isn’t a competition. Like you we also have a pool, but it’s fed from a mountain stream and is much too cold to swim, so we are all keen to try out yours”. I looked at David and said “Oops, I thought I was going to impress you with the size of our garden”. He replied “You have, it’s just the right size. We live right out in the sticks; our nearest neighbour is 4 miles away and its 10 miles to town. Not so bad for Jane and Michael, they both have cars but for me it’s pretty restrictive. I do have a quad bike which I can use across country to visit a couple of friends, but apart from that it can be a bit lonely. So, how about we go and sample the delights of your pool, it’s very warm this afternoon and the pool looks very inviting”. Michael overheard David’s comment and said that he thought it a good idea if we all went for a swim. Every one agreed and we all got changed into our swimming kit. I saw David dig out a pair of bright blue speedos so I hunted through my drawers to find mine which were almost the same shade of blue. David and I were the first to arrive at the pool, where we hung our towels on the rail and stood looking at one another. Neither of us tried to disguise the fact that we were eyeing each other up and down, and apparently liking what we were seeing. David’s muscles were a little more developed than mine except for my shoulders and biceps as I had been practicing weight lifting, and in order to show this off, I clasped my hands behind my head. David stared for a few seconds then said “This is uncanny, you have a small mole above your right nipple and I have the same on my left side. If we stand face to face, below shoulder level we will appear as mirror images of each other”. With that he pulled me in front of him and moved in very close to compare the height of our moles and sure enough, they coincided (give or take half an inch). This action caused our nipples to brush against each other and that sent a little tingle through me. It must have had a similar effect on David as he gasped and pulled me a little closer. This caused me to panic as I was chubbing and my sisters and Jane were now walking toward the pool. I glanced down at David’s crotch and saw a tent forming, so I pushed him sideways, causing him to lose his balance and we fell together into the pool. We both hit the water flat sending up a tremendous splash. As we surfaced, the three girls arrived at the pool, looking very concerned and Pat (my eldest sister) said “What on earth happened, are you guys alright”. “We’re ok” David called back, “We were just practicing some synchronized diving”. “Hmmm” said Pat, “Well just don’t do it again”. As the girls were creeping carefully into the pool, David whispered to me “We have to talk” “Yes” I said “We do, but later”. A few minutes later we were joined by Michael who was carrying a ball and some air beds which he threw into the pool. For the next couple of hours we raced, played ball games and generally played around, enjoying ourselves. When the sun sank a little lower the three girls and Michael decided to play tennis, so they went to get changed leaving me alone in the pool with David. We climbed on to a couple of the air beds and floated together in the middle of the pool. As we were out of ear shot from the house and from the tennis court it was safe for us to chat. David told me that he had 3 male friends, and that he was intimately close to 2 of them and that they “did things” together. He thought he was also interested in girls but due to his locality, he’d not had the chance to try his luck. I confirmed that I was bi and that I’d fancied him since we first met. He responded by saying that he found it very difficult not to hug me while we were unpacking his cases. He went on to tell me about some of the things he’d done with lads from the adjacent farms and I related some of my exploits to him. All the while I was watching the bulge in his speedos gradually increase in size. When it became a full blown boner I asked him if he was thinking of hoisting a sail. He looked down, gasped and rolled over onto his tummy to hide it. It was obvious that he was finding this uncomfortable, as he shifted his position about 4 times in the following half minute. I suggested that he lie across 2 air beds with his dick in the space between them. He decided to give this a go and I helped him into this position. I then rolled off into the water and swam under the air beds. I don’t know if David realised, but as he was shifting position his dick dropped out of his speedos and was now sticking straight down between the beds. It was a bit like being in an underwater glory hole. I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked it slowly for several seconds before returning to the surface. I hardly had time to push the hair out of my eyes before David practically shouted “Why did you stop” and I said “Sorry, I couldn’t hold my breath any longer”. “Well you’ve got me super horny now” he said, “Where can we go”. Next to the pool there was a double garage and an out building which contained the equipment which serviced the pool and adjacent to that, a shower. I pushed the air beds to the side and helped David to scramble out of the pool. We wrapped our towels around our bodies (as we both had something to hide) and walked the short distance to the shower. I locked the door and turned the shower on. The warm water was very pleasant after the cool water of the pool and further enhanced our horny feelings. David immediately got me in a bear hug and started grinding his crotch against mine. I slipped my fingers under the waist band of his speedos and eased them down. He moved a little away from me, making room for his dick to spring up. We were somewhat similar in this department, both being uncut and about the same size. I had a tuft of dark brown pubes and David sported a triangle of ginger hair starting sparsely below his naval and gradually thickening up to a point just above his dick. While rubbing my hands over his wet tummy and soft butt cheeks, I dropped to my knees and taking his shaft in one hand, I pulled his foreskin over my tongue and proceeded to lick around the head of his dick. After a minute or so I pushed his foreskin back and rubbed his glans round in a circle inside my pursed lips. David’s gentle moans soon told me that this action was going to get him off very quickly so I stopped and licked along the length of his shaft until I came to his sack. I gently took his balls into my mouth and sucked them one at a time. While doing this I slipped a finger into his crack and ran it up and down, pausing each time I passed his tight little hole, which I tweaked without using enough pressure to enter him. Then David grabbed me under the arms, pulled me up and said “All change”, then he grabbed both our dicks and wanked us both together for a few seconds before going down on me. He missed out all of the foreplay I’d gone through and going straight for the kill he swallowed my full length and encouraged me to fuck his face by pulling on my bum cheeks. I was more than eager to oblige and for the next few minutes I kept up a steady pace and then David started to finger my crack much the same as I’d done to him, but he pressed harder and got his finger in through my tight hole. He found the spot to massage my prostate and that soon got me close to the edge. David must have sensed my impending orgasm because he eased off a little and for the next minute or so he kept me poised, ready to cum. During this he was also rubbing his own dick, presumably keeping himself just short of the point of no return. Then he suddenly jumped up and scooted round behind me and pressed his precum covered glans into my crack. As he reached around and grabbed my dick he said “Joe, I don’t want to fuck you with no condom, but can I spunk in your crack”. I said “Go on; squirt your jizz in my crack, cum all over me”. David’s chin was resting on my shoulder and his mouth was very close to my ear so I caught every little moan and every breath he took as he quickly wanked me and rubbed his dick in my crack. I don’t know who exploded first, there couldn’t have been more than a second in it, but I suddenly realised that my spunk was running over David’s hand and his was trickling down my inner thighs. After our excitement subsided, David turned me around and hugged me, so we stayed holding one another while our breathing and heart rates returned to something like normal. Then we cleaned up and washed away all signs of our recent activity. David planted a kiss on my cheek and said “You know, Joe, I have a distinct feeling that this is going to be one of my better vacations. As my parents had devised a fairly busy itinerary, showing our guests around the local beauty spots and places of interest, there wasn’t much time for David and me to be alone together. So for the next week or so our sexual activity was limited to sneaking into one another’s bedrooms, in the dead of night and quietly wanking or sucking. Then, by a stroke of luck, we found ourselves left on our own for about 5 hours. We had a little difficulty in deciding what to do first, but eventually we hit on starting with a bubble bath. I turned the bath taps on and added a liberal quantity of bubble liquid to the tub so that by the time it was full the soap bubbles were foaming over the top. When I turned away from the bath I found David was behind me, already stripped and with his equipment standing to attention. David had shaved around his dick so that his ginger pubes now stopped in a straight line about an inch above his dick. Our dicks were both about the same size at a little over 6 inches but my balls were a bit bigger than David’s. I started to pull my tee shirt over my head but before I’d removed it, David had unfastened my belt and had my jeans and boxers down around my ankles, so I stepped out of them and moved toward the bath . David crawled after me, holding on to my thighs and kissing my bum cheeks. He broke contact with me for a second as I stepped into the bath, but as I lowered myself down through the warm water, he came down on top of me and started humping. This action soon set up a wave motion that was in danger of sending water over the sides of the bath, so we realised that our activities would have to be a little less energetic. I rolled over onto my back and David lay back down on me, this time gently rolling our dicks together between our tummies. At the same time our lips met and in a few seconds David’s tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. After a while he knelt up and pulled me into a sitting position, then grabbing a bottle of shower gel he started to soap my chest and back. I did the same to him and then we stood up and continued to soap our lower parts. David gave my inner thighs and crack a fairly vigorous soapy massage and then he pressed his nose and lips into my crack and wiggled his tongue around my anus. Now, I’d been fucked and fingered a few times but had not experienced a tongue in my crack before. This new sensation, I found very exciting and my sphincter was soon uncontrollably clenching and relaxing and I was making quiet little moans. David kept up this action for a few minutes then he turned around and leant forward on his elbows leaving his butt just above water level, “My turn” he said. I knelt behind him, parted his cheeks and blew the soap bubbles out of his crack. I had always been shy of rimming but I knew that after all the soapy massaging, David would be perfectly clean, so with great enthusiasm I pressed my tongue into his crack and gently licked around his bum hole. I pressed a little harder and got the tip of my tongue to enter his anus, causing him to give a gentle sigh. I reached around and held his shaft and I realised his dick was pulsing in time with his bum muscles. He let me continue with this for a couple of minutes and then said “Joe, I really want to feel you inside me, please fuck me. Fuck me pleeeeease”. Thinking of the tidal wave that this would cause, I said “Ok, but have to be in the bedroom”. On hearing this David leaped out of the bath and very quickly started to dry himself then dashed to my bedroom. I followed him, taking a couple of bath towels with me. I spread the towels over the bed and David lay over the side of the bed, face down with his feet still on the floor. As I put a condom on David pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his little bud. There were traces of shower gel still in his crack and this provided some helpful lubrication as I entered him. I was surprised to find how easy it was to get my dick head to slip through David’s anus (he was obviously more experienced in this department than me) and in a couple of seconds his bum had swallowed half of my dick. At that point I stopped to asses David’s reaction, and he said “What are you waiting for”, I said “Are you ok” and he replied “ Never better, enjoying every second” , so I pressed and the rest of my cock disappeared into him. I had fucked guys a few times before, but always in a standing position with very little clothes removed and in a garden shed or hidden in the bushes, so this was the 1st time I had been nude with another guy in the comfort of my own bed. The close feeling and warmth of David’s body was having a profound effect on me and very soon I felt a little tingle starting to build. I didn’t want to cum too soon and disappoint David so I almost withdrew and squeezed my dick hard, just behind the glans. It hurt, but it had the desired effect and for the moment, at least, my orgasm had been pushed back. I slipped straight back in and continued with long slow strokes, almost withdrawing my dick before plunging it back in. I noticed that David gave a little moan each time I started to thrust and I guessed that was the point where my dick head slid past his “g” spot. So I started some very short strokes with my dick in this position, gradually getting faster and faster. David’s moans changed to long sighs and his fingers clenched the sheet and pillow, then suddenly he said “stop”. I was surprised as I thought he was about to cum, but he continued to say “Let me turn round, I want to see you as I shoot”. I slipped out and David got into position on his back with a pillow under his bum, then he swung his legs up and over his head and as I knelt in front of him he lowered his legs onto my shoulders. I found it more difficult to enter him in this position and he definitely felt tighter, but I was soon fucking him again with long strokes. David’s dick was bobbing up and down between us and I could see the tip covered in precum, so I took his shaft in my hand and rubbed in time with my thrusts. My excitement started to build then right on queue David’s dick jumped a couple of times. I knew from my experience in wanking him that this happened when he was a couple of seconds from going over the top. I was a little further away than that so I stopped rubbing his dick and increased the speed of my thrusts, and then David grabbed his dick and wanked furiously. His breath was coming in quick gasps and between them he just managed to say “Joe, I’m—I—Ah—Ah—Ahhhh”, and hot jizz hit me on the chest and under my chin. That did it for me and for the next half minute I trounced David’s bum in an uncontrolled way as my orgasm took over. I collapsed on top of him with my eyes closed and he lowered his legs and wrapped them around me, at the same time, putting his arms around me. As I opened my eyes I found David smiling at me, “No need to ask if you enjoyed that” he said. We lay there making out for about 20 minutes then David said “Maybe we should get cleaned up before we stick together”. Back in the bathroom the bath tub was still a mass of bubbles, so I let the water drain and we both jumped into the shower. While we were rinsing off I felt David’s dick slap me a couple of times and I realised that he had gone as hard as a rock again. I backed up against him expecting his dick to press into the small of my back, but David bent his knees to get a bit lower and pushed his dick between my thighs so that his dick head was just below my nut sack. I got 3 fingers around his glans and started to play with it as he fondled me and got me back to a full erection. I moved forward a little and pushed David’s dick head back along my taint (which was now covered in precum), and David rubbed it a few times as he prodded it into my tight little bud. I saw David pick something out of the soap dish and he said “Glad I thought to bring this with me” and he proceeded to unpack a condom and roll it over his slippery dick. After rubbing his sheath covered member along my crack and taint to scoop up his own precum to lube the sheath, he lined up with my anus and pushed hard. David’s dick was of considerably greater girth than anything that had penetrated me before so I knew that I was going to be stretched, and sure enough, it hurt. Even though the pain had brought tears to my eyes, I was determined not to let David know, but I think he sensed my discomfort as he was very gentle and careful. He eased in a little at a time, pausing to allow me to get used to it, then when he was right in, he waited for me to relax. Soon after he started to move inside me the pain began to fade and was replaced by a far more enjoyable sensation. This coupled with David kissing my neck, rubbing his hands round my chest and tummy and giving my package an occasional grope, soon got me panting and moaning. I don’t know which of us was the more vocal but the bath room was soon filled with little cries, sighs, and the sound of wet skin slapping together. All too soon David’s thrusts became erratic and he hugged me very tightly. He whispered into my ear “Here I go again”, and then he started to tremble and gave a long sigh. I think at that point, his knees gave out because I found I was supporting his full weight and he was gradually slipping out of me. He slowly collapsed onto the floor where he sat looking apologetically at me and said “Sorry Joe, I didn’t get you off”. With that he scrambled into a kneeling positon and took my dick in his mouth. I was very close to blowing it but David was very good at edging me and for the next minute or so he moved his lips and tongue tantalisingly slowly around my dick head. Then he got back to his feet and having discarded the condom, rubbed his soft slippery dick around my throbbing boner, before stretching his foreskin over my glans. He had a generous foreskin and with his dick being flaccid, he was easily able to encompass the whole of my head. He wanked me with his foreskin, slowly at first but then with increasing speed, causing me to empty my sack in a few seconds. My ejaculation caused David’s foreskin to balloon and after I’d finished cumming, he squeezed the bulge causing our dicks to burst apart. We embraced, hugged and kissed for a few minutes then moved apart and let the shower clean us up. We got dressed, tidied the bath room and bedroom then watched some TV while we waited for our families to return. Unfortunately there was no further occasion during their stay that we were left alone again, but even so, there was hardly a night where we didn’t meet up in the small hours and quietly get one another off, one way or the other. The time soon came for them to leave us and having finalised plans for us to visit them the following year, we took them to the airport. When we said our good byes, David gave my hand a special squeeze and gave me a wink, leaving me to imagine what he might have in mind for next year.

I don’t know how word got round about how I had fucked Jody, but it certainly must have done amongst the girls on the campsite as I had one knocking on my door late one night. I didn’t expect it to be one of the girls at all and I was mildly shocked to find a young woman on the doorstep to my cabin at 1am. I recognised her straight away from the camp sessions – Sandra. She was 5’6, shoulder length black hair and green eyes, dressed in an overcoat. “Sir-” “It’s 1am, get back to your dorm.” I warned her, peering out the door. It was dark enough that no one had noticed she had turned up. If someone had seen her there, as her camp leader I would’ve been expected to punish her with chores for breaking camp rules. But unfortunately I was tired and I had been trying to drift off with no luck. “Please, I need to talk to you.” Sandra pleaded, quietly. “It’s important.” I paused for a moment, wondering if she had done something wrong. “Get inside.” I stood aside to let her in to my cabin, checking that no one else was around to see. As soon as I shut the door her demeanour changed abruptly, and she removed her overcoat. “I know you fucked Jody.” I paused on the spot – terrified – but kept my face still and in control. “What the hell are you talking about?” “She told me, she confided in me, but listen,” she continued, her voice shaking with the intensity of the confession. “I need you to do something for me,” “Get out.” “No, you need to listen,” she pleaded, closing the gap between us. “I won’t tell anyone about what you did if you do this one thing for me.” I hesitated at the desperation in her voice, my eyes studying her for a moment. “My parents want to take me home next month but I just can’t go back there, they want me to marry some older guy from the church, I can’t go through with it,” she explained, her voice breaking. “But you can help me.” “Marry?? You’re not even-” “It will only be marriage in word, not legally. He already has a wife.” She explained. “How the hell can I help with that? I’m your camp leader for gods sake.” I informed her. “And you’re breaking the rules by being here.” “Please fuck me,” she interrupted me abruptly, pleading. “Get me pregnant, that way I can’t go back, he won’t want me and the church will refuse,” “Don’t be so goddamn stupid.” “Please,” she begged, closing the tiny gap between us and gripping me by the arms. “Just one fuck, come inside me and knock me up and we can forget this ever happen…I won’t tell anyone.” I hesitated at her words, my eyes meeting her own. She was tragically beautiful, it was no surprise she had an older married man trying to snatch her and keep her for his own as a play thing. And of course she was here in the camp, a place where teenage girls were sent for their bad behaviour and teen pregnancies. She no doubt had been sucking cock some place else. “But what about the baby then? What will happen?” “I’ll stay here, like the other girls and have it, then go home, raise it properly.” She assured me, her voice softening. “You’ll never have to hear from me again.” I nodded, thinking for a moment. The idea of fathering a child with this young woman I barely knew was insane, but still, my cock hardened evermore in my pants. I could just enjoy the moment, blow my load in her cunt and kick her out of bed to give birth. “Why should I do this for you?” I asked her abruptly. She paused, her face dropping. Just when I thought she might cry, she lifted her up top to reveal her braless tits. I reached out to grasp her pink nipples, a reaction that caused her to gasp. Her tits were not bad, not as big as Jody’s but equally as round and pink. I pulled on her nipple, pinching and gently twisting, enjoying the gasp that continued from her mouth. “What else?” I asked. She paused again, proceeding to remove her pants and panties, revealing her shaven pussy. “I’ll let you do anything.” I took a step forward, slipping a finger inside her cunt – tight enough. “Fine. But we’ll do this on my terms.” I concluded, unzipping my pants. “Thank you, thank you so much.” She gasped, afraid and happy at the same time. “Lean over the table over there,” I told her, sternly. She nodded, afraid now that this was really happening I suspect. She did as she was told, revealing her shaven pussy and round ass. She bent over, leaning against the table. I followed her quickly, plopped out my fully erect shaft and thrust it straight into her hole, no hesitation. She cried out in a midst of surprise and pain – I suspect she had hoped I’d at least lick her pussy to get her wet first. I wasted no time in fucking, thrusting deep into her cunt, hard and fast, spurred on by her pained gasps. My hands found their way up her top which she still had on, clutching at her braless breasts thrusting up and down at the speed of our fucking. It was just to get her started of course. Her pussy felt tight, and squeezed against my cock. I wondered if her mouth could do the same. I wrenched my cock out of her and pushed her to the floor on her back, mounting her once again. “You’re hurting me!” “Do you want me to knock you up?” I asked her. “Or have you changed your mind?” She shook her head nervously, by which I responded by crouching over her head and thrusting my cock deep down her throat. I held her face in my hands, fucking her mouth over and over, watching her gag and wretch endlessly. “I like the feel of your mouth almost as much as your pussy,” I asked her, watching her eyes watering at the thrust of my cock. “If you’re still around next month I might have to do this again.” I continued to force her to suck me from base to tip until her face had begun to turn a worrying shade of red, by which point I removed her roughly from my cock. I mounted my ass onto her lips instead, feeling her writhe in disgust against me. “No-” “Lick me,” I told her, “If you want me to come inside you.” She whimpered against my asshole and eventually when she realised I wasn’t going to get up and free her from my weight, I felt her tongue unwillingly lick the length of my hole, prodding the entrance and teasing me with its strength. “Ahh Sandra I think you’re good at this…” I continued to jerk myself off, enjoying the pressure of her tongue, spurred on by the tears in her eyes from the face fucking. It was all beginning to be too much for the both of us. “I think I’m ready to blow my load inside your pussy,” I gasped, precum beginning to gather at the tip of my cock. I broke away from her face, Sandra gasping for air and red in the face. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” “Yes,” she pleaded between breaths. “You have to…” I pulled her up off the floor and placed her onto her hands and knees. “Wait there and don’t move.” I ordered her, getting up to retrieve something from the storage room. I returned to find her in the same position, her ass in the air with her cunt waiting patiently for my load to penetrate. She looked over her shoulder at me to see I was holding a rope and two bulldog clips. “Whats that for??” she asked, panic stricken. “Like I said, we’re going to do this my way.” I informed her, tying one end of the rope round her throat and holding the other. “What are the clips for??” I pulled harshly on the rope around her neck as she had turned to see what I was going to do, by which she cried out. “Stay in the position, like I told you.” I ordered her, crouching down at her side. Against her wishes, I placed the clips on her tender breasts, receiving a pained gasp with each pinch. “It hurts..” “It will at first, but it will make your orgasm stronger.” I assured her. “And mine. Which I’m sure you are relying on.” She nodded, her eyes welling up with pain and fear. “Stay relaxed, this pain is nothing compared to giving birth,” I said, returning to mount her from behind. “Are you sure this is what you want Sandra?” She nodded once again, “Yes.” I slipped my cock back inside her sore pussy, a move that caused a pained moan from Sandra as I filled her cunt again without lube. She was wet enough for me to enjoy at least. I held the rope, pulling her neck taut as I thrust in and out of her, my balls banging against her ass. This time she began to moan profusely, a combination of pain and pleasure as her clamped tits swung back and forth, her pussy squeezing my cock for more. “Oh yes…” she cried out. “yess….” I pulled tighter on the rope, enjoying the frightened gasp from her lips. For a moment it was fear but as moments turned to minutes she began to enjoy each pull, each bounce of her clamped tits. It would not take long. “Oh my god…” I increased the speed of fucking, by which point I had to tie the rope around my wrist so I could hold her by the hips and thrust her viciously into my cock, ball deep inside her. I felt her pussy squeeze harder than ever, sending her into a frenzy as she began to come, screaming and crying out as the waves of fear and pleasure strangled her. The feeling of her tight, pulsing cunt pushed me over the edge and I came hard inside her, my cock releasing a huge dose of cum. She writhed against me as soon as she realised what I had done, afraid at the realisation she would likely now be pregnant. It was a bittersweet pill for her swallow. “Keep still.” I ordered her, pulling on the rope once again. She was crying by now, a mixture of fear and pleasure having overwhelmed her. I realised that the whole ordeal must have been terrifying for her, being in such a dilemma. I shifted her onto her back, propping the nearest pillow from the sofa under her ass with her legs up. Tears were streaming down her face. “Stay like that for a while, if you want this to work.” I told her, the rope still attached to her neck. The tiniest dribble of cum slithered out of her spent pussy, the majority held inside by the angle of her body. I half expected her to get up and leave, perhaps regretting her decision. But instead she stayed there, on her back with a pillow propping up her ass and knocked up pussy. I realised I was still horny, overwhelmed myself from the situation. My dick was rock hard. I found myself once again crouching over her tearful face, rope in one hand, cock in the other, before thrusting it down her throat for the second time. I’d come in one hole, I thought to myself, might as well have a go on all three.

A Coyote Essay: Female Nature It used to be so simple. Men and women. That was it. I'm struck by how complicated things are now. So much talk of genders. Of more than two. Nature though, nature keeps it simple. Nature and evolution have come up with a system that the penis gets erect, penetrates the vagina, and ejaculates. The vagina and uterus take this seminal fluid and grow a new being. This continues the species. I'm amazed at the evolution from its most basic principle to how we as humans are now. At what people RISK in order to achieve orgasm. Their marriage. Their children. Their careers. Their FREEDOM. All in the pursuit of… releasing that ejaculate or reaching climax. What I've begun to realize lately though, and the subject of this essay, is the female nature. Especially in today's age of radical feminism and equality, I find it especially interesting. A woman will present a false front. She'll present a strong and independent personality that is to say, "Don't fuck with me. Don't underestimate me. I'm in charge." Women in politics. In police. In business. They say they want power. They want equality. They want choice. But do they really? And how do we get to that core nature? Sex is by far the easiest way. Sex is our most primal of things. Humans have no instincts anymore. Unlike a newborn giraffe which can run within an hour of being born, everything we do is taught… Yet have you ever seen a woman get pushed onto a bed? Have someone climb on top of her? How about how natural it is for a woman on her hands and knees to naturally arch their back? Her legs spread. Her hips rise to allow access. Her hips turn so as to present her vagina for penetration. These things are the closest things to instinct we have, and a woman's is to submit. Be honest ladies, while it feels good to climax with your hand, or a toy, or even while riding a phallus, your most powerful orgasm has come from someone else bringing you to it. Story time: A woman is married to a man. She has a bluetooth vibrator they picked out together. One day, she texts him that she's put it in. They connect on the app and he puts on a mode that is a low boil. 1-3 out of 10, with lengths of nothing along the way. They then get dressed and go on about their day. Shopping. Riding in the car. Grocery getting. Yard work and gardening if they're so lucky. And all along the way, the toy is pushing her inner nature to come out. Her husband notices not only does she become openly more touchy and feely, but she looks at him differently, she talks to him differently. And after several hours, she's become the ideal example of femininity. She doesn't want to cum, she doesn't want to have sex… she wants her man to take her. To tell her what to do. She wants to, and needs to, allow him to be the man and let her give in. That most powerful of orgasms? You know, the one where someone else is doing it for you? That's because the female body has evolved over time in a very specific manner. A woman is noticed by a man. Her body, from her breasts which attract a man then feed the progeny she carried for him, to her wide hips with which to endure the passage of that progeny, to the instant heat in her loins, getting her ready, without even trying, for him to penetrate her, does everything it can to entice that man to release his semen inside her. Then just knowing he is hard enhances her arousal. When he touches her at all, another flush. And especially when and during sex, her body does everything it can to make HIM climax. Even the moaning and screaming is biologically tied to making the man release, and even to attract other men with which to breed. But she lays there and needs her partner, or partners, to bring her to climax. She grips and moans and gyrates, but she allows them to bring to the mountain top. And there it is. That's what I'm talking about when I say the true female nature. Submissiveness. Agreeable. Docile. Reverent to their man. Subservient even. And I know that in today's pressure for equality and feminism, it can be hard for a woman to allow herself to embrace this nature, but there's nothing wrong with it. Especially if she has a man with that masculine nature she needs. Embracing ones true nature will only enhance not only your sex life, but your normal, everyday doings as well. Have you ever noticed when a woman is pregnant? How seemingly her attitude changes? Sure she goes through hormonal hell, but as she goes along, and as she progresses through, she softens. She nests. Ever wonder why? Becaise other than when her pussy is completely on fire from the bluetooth vibrator. Now let me clarify as well, that I've said women and men. But really, while biology is a huge part of this, feminine and masculine personalities come into play here, greatly. I've personally seen two soulmates find each other, and the woman was the masculine one, and the man the feminine. Not saying they were trans. They enjoyed sex. She had two children by him. I posit this challenge to all the feminine people out there: go buy a bluetooth toy. Lovesense, we-vibe, you can pick. Then let your masculine partner control it. Notice how your demeanor changes. Notice how you become more submissive the more aroused you become. And the key to your nature: the more you submit, the more aroused you become. Notice that your partner in turn reverts to their natures as well. They begin to take charge. To begin to assert themselves over you, another innate turn on for you. But also notice their true nature come out. They're not abusive. They're not cruel or mean. The true female nature will make the true masculine nature come out, where the goal is to take care of and provide. And when these two natures coalesce? Well, try it and find out.

My name is Rebecca; I’m a seventeen year old high school student who has a nice life. I’m rich, have a good set of parents, and to top It all off, I’m hot. I know that’s pretty narcissistic but I am. I have long wavy black hair, green eyes, a nice thin figure, I’m 5’7” and I have an amazing rack. Or at least that’s what my boyfriend tells me whenever we have sex. He says fucking tits is his favorite especially if they are over a C cup. Anyway, this story has nothing to do with him, well it does but not in the beginning. This story starts off with me stumbling in on my father having sex with a woman who wasn’t my mother. It was an odd experience for me, for the first time in my life I wanted my father’s cock up in my pussy and it was driving me crazy. I watched as he fondled her breasts and shoved his seven inch cock into her awaiting pussy. I can remember my fingers gently gliding over my clit as I leaned against a wall. That was my first experience with such feelings and this is when my fantasies began. Every day I would come up with something different but the one that turned me on the most was him gang banging me with several of his friends. I couldn’t get enough of it and two weeks after my first fantasy I began to devise a plan, I had come up with the perfect Idea to get my pussy fucked but I had to start out small. I began to parade around the house in skimpy clothing hoping my father would notice. He did. He would watch me as I crossed the dining room or the path from my room to my bedroom. I started to walk nude to the bathroom for a shower, and on nights when I was masturbating, I’d leave my door open. After a couple weeks of playing cat and mouse I picked the perfect day to seduce him. Well actually, you could say the perfect night. It was a special night, Daddy’s poker night. He was just with his boys and my mother went to her friend’s house. I made sure to wear something that would attract his attention, a short skirt with no panties and a tight shirt with no bra so my nipples would stick out. It was just about time for his friends to start arriving which gave me ample time to seduce my father. I walked out of my room and found my Father; a little nervous I stood on the other side of the counter in my living room and nonchalantly leaned down. “Are you almost ready daddy?” I asked him softly using a cute voice. “Uh yeah.” He smiled and turned to me, his eyes soon averting to my breasts. “R-Rebecca, go put on something…other than that.” He said almost too quickly. I could tell he liked it, so I began to advance. “What are you talking about? I look fine, I’m about to go out.” I gently ran my fingers over his package and he flinch his cock pulsating. “But…I wanted to know if I could go out first.” My father stared at me, his eyes on my breasts. “Y-Yes, just go now, I have a lot more things to prepare.” He rambled. I laughed a bit and pushed a fork onto the ground. I made sure to bend over enough so he would see my pussy and by the groan I heard, I knew he did. I turned back around and placed the fork in the sink. “Opps I’m sorry for dropping it.” I laughed again and shook my head. “But you said you were almost ready, right.” I watched my father intently as he looked me up and down one more time, his cock pushing harder against his pants. He turned away from me and shook his head. “I…Forgot about something.” He spoke, I could tell he felt frustrated. This was my chance, I knew it was. I hugged my father from behind and started to rub my fingers over his throbbing cock. “Your cock seems to be asking me to have some fun; I’ll gladly help accommodate your needs.” I whispered seductively taking his cock out of his pants and rubbing it. My father groaned again and shook his head. “Rebecca…no, we can’t do this!” He spoke biting his lip. I smiled and began to mess with his balls as well. “I know you want me.” I spoke grinning. My father turned his body towards me and I got down on my hands and knees. I took his cock and ran my tongue over it before sticking it in my mouth. It tasted so good. My father put his hands behind the back of my head and began to move his hips; he liked this just as much as I did. He moaned my name over and over again as I sucked his cock, his balls tightened and as he groaned, he came in my mouth. I lapped up every last drop of his seamen and smiled. “Daddy.” I whispered. “Fuck me.” It didn’t take him long to pick me up and put me on the kitchen counter. He pulled down my shirt started sucking my hard nipples. “Oh Daddy.” I spoke biting my lip. His right hand went straight to my pussy and his left went to my other breast. After a couple minutes my opened both of my legs and started to lick my awaiting clit. I gasped and started to rock back and forth. “Oh yes.” I spoke rubbing both of my tit’s. “Oh my god please…I don’t want to wait anymore, stuff you cock into me!” I moaned. My father looked at me and laughed. “You teased me; I’m going to make you suffer as well.” My father kissed me, our tongues intertwining exploring our mouths. He stuck two of his fingers up my pussy and two in my ass. I let out a small scream but it was muffled by our kisses. My Dad went in and out slower, faster, and then faster adding fingers the faster he went. I made louder noises and soon he stopped pulling his fingers out. I looked at him and pleaded for his perfect cock, I wanted it so bad. My father soon gave in and shoved his huge member into my awaiting pussy. I gasped and moaned loudly as he went in slowly. “Oh daddy…” He smiled. “Baby you’re so hot; I’ve wanted this for a long time.” I nodded. If only he knew how long I wanted him. As he started to get faster the door bell rang. He didn’t stop. “D-Daddy the door.” I spoke groaning. “No, not yet.” He responded pushing faster and faster. It didn’t take long for him to get worked up knowing that the person at the door could well be my mother. “I’m cumming!” I screamed. He nodded. “Me too.” He held onto me pushing faster and faster until he unloaded a load of seamen into my pussy. I took deep breaths smiling. “If those are your friends…can we I play the game too?” He nodded and we cleaned up getting ready for our guests. Still horny, I knew exactly what I wanted to do and these men had no idea. I opened the door and smiled looking at the five men in front of me. “Welcome.” -To Be Continued-

A Coyote Essay: Female Nature It used to be so simple. Men and women. That was it. I'm struck by how complicated things are now. So much talk of genders. Of more than two. Nature though, nature keeps it simple. Nature and evolution have come up with a system that the penis gets erect, penetrates the vagina, and ejaculates. The vagina and uterus take this seminal fluid and grow a new being. This continues the species. I'm amazed at the evolution from its most basic principle to how we as humans are now. At what people RISK in order to achieve orgasm. Their marriage. Their children. Their careers. Their FREEDOM. All in the pursuit of… releasing that ejaculate or reaching climax. What I've begun to realize lately though, and the subject of this essay, is the female nature. Especially in today's age of radical feminism and equality, I find it especially interesting. A woman will present a false front. She'll present a strong and independent personality that is to say, "Don't fuck with me. Don't underestimate me. I'm in charge." Women in politics. In police. In business. They say they want power. They want equality. They want choice. But do they really? And how do we get to that core nature? Sex is by far the easiest way. Sex is our most primal of things. Humans have no instincts anymore. Unlike a newborn giraffe which can run within an hour of being born, everything we do is taught… Yet have you ever seen a woman get pushed onto a bed? Have someone climb on top of her? How about how natural it is for a woman on her hands and knees to naturally arch their back? Her legs spread. Her hips rise to allow access. Her hips turn so as to present her vagina for penetration. These things are the closest things to instinct we have, and a woman's is to submit. Be honest ladies, while it feels good to climax with your hand, or a toy, or even while riding a phallus, your most powerful orgasm has come from someone else bringing you to it. Story time: A woman is married to a man. She has a bluetooth vibrator they picked out together. One day, she texts him that she's put it in. They connect on the app and he puts on a mode that is a low boil. 1-3 out of 10, with lengths of nothing along the way. They then get dressed and go on about their day. Shopping. Riding in the car. Grocery getting. Yard work and gardening if they're so lucky. And all along the way, the toy is pushing her inner nature to come out. Her husband notices not only does she become openly more touchy and feely, but she looks at him differently, she talks to him differently. And after several hours, she's become the ideal example of femininity. She doesn't want to cum, she doesn't want to have sex… she wants her man to take her. To tell her what to do. She wants to, and needs to, allow him to be the man and let her give in. That most powerful of orgasms? You know, the one where someone else is doing it for you? That's because the female body has evolved over time in a very specific manner. A woman is noticed by a man. Her body, from her breasts which attract a man then feed the progeny she carried for him, to her wide hips with which to endure the passage of that progeny, to the instant heat in her loins, getting her ready, without even trying, for him to penetrate her, does everything it can to entice that man to release his semen inside her. Then just knowing he is hard enhances her arousal. When he touches her at all, another flush. And especially when and during sex, her body does everything it can to make HIM climax. Even the moaning and screaming is biologically tied to making the man release, and even to attract other men with which to breed. But she lays there and needs her partner, or partners, to bring her to climax. She grips and moans and gyrates, but she allows them to bring to the mountain top. And there it is. That's what I'm talking about when I say the true female nature. Submissiveness. Agreeable. Docile. Reverent to their man. Subservient even. And I know that in today's pressure for equality and feminism, it can be hard for a woman to allow herself to embrace this nature, but there's nothing wrong with it. Especially if she has a man with that masculine nature she needs. Embracing ones true nature will only enhance not only your sex life, but your normal, everyday doings as well. Have you ever noticed when a woman is pregnant? How seemingly her attitude changes? Sure she goes through hormonal hell, but as she goes along, and as she progresses through, she softens. She nests. Ever wonder why? Becaise other than when her pussy is completely on fire from the bluetooth vibrator. Now let me clarify as well, that I've said women and men. But really, while biology is a huge part of this, feminine and masculine personalities come into play here, greatly. I've personally seen two soulmates find each other, and the woman was the masculine one, and the man the feminine. Not saying they were trans. They enjoyed sex. She had two children by him. I posit this challenge to all the feminine people out there: go buy a bluetooth toy. Lovesense, we-vibe, you can pick. Then let your masculine partner control it. Notice how your demeanor changes. Notice how you become more submissive the more aroused you become. And the key to your nature: the more you submit, the more aroused you become. Notice that your partner in turn reverts to their natures as well. They begin to take charge. To begin to assert themselves over you, another innate turn on for you. But also notice their true nature come out. They're not abusive. They're not cruel or mean. The true female nature will make the true masculine nature come out, where the goal is to take care of and provide. And when these two natures coalesce? Well, try it and find out.

I don’t know how word got round about how I had fucked Jody, but it certainly must have done amongst the girls on the campsite as I had one knocking on my door late one night. I didn’t expect it to be one of the girls at all and I was mildly shocked to find a young woman on the doorstep to my cabin at 1am. I recognised her straight away from the camp sessions – Sandra. She was 5’6, shoulder length black hair and green eyes, dressed in an overcoat. “Sir-” “It’s 1am, get back to your dorm.” I warned her, peering out the door. It was dark enough that no one had noticed she had turned up. If someone had seen her there, as her camp leader I would’ve been expected to punish her with chores for breaking camp rules. But unfortunately I was tired and I had been trying to drift off with no luck. “Please, I need to talk to you.” Sandra pleaded, quietly. “It’s important.” I paused for a moment, wondering if she had done something wrong. “Get inside.” I stood aside to let her in to my cabin, checking that no one else was around to see. As soon as I shut the door her demeanour changed abruptly, and she removed her overcoat. “I know you fucked Jody.” I paused on the spot – terrified – but kept my face still and in control. “What the hell are you talking about?” “She told me, she confided in me, but listen,” she continued, her voice shaking with the intensity of the confession. “I need you to do something for me,” “Get out.” “No, you need to listen,” she pleaded, closing the gap between us. “I won’t tell anyone about what you did if you do this one thing for me.” I hesitated at the desperation in her voice, my eyes studying her for a moment. “My parents want to take me home next month but I just can’t go back there, they want me to marry some older guy from the church, I can’t go through with it,” she explained, her voice breaking. “But you can help me.” “Marry?? You’re not even-” “It will only be marriage in word, not legally. He already has a wife.” She explained. “How the hell can I help with that? I’m your camp leader for gods sake.” I informed her. “And you’re breaking the rules by being here.” “Please fuck me,” she interrupted me abruptly, pleading. “Get me pregnant, that way I can’t go back, he won’t want me and the church will refuse,” “Don’t be so goddamn stupid.” “Please,” she begged, closing the tiny gap between us and gripping me by the arms. “Just one fuck, come inside me and knock me up and we can forget this ever happen…I won’t tell anyone.” I hesitated at her words, my eyes meeting her own. She was tragically beautiful, it was no surprise she had an older married man trying to snatch her and keep her for his own as a play thing. And of course she was here in the camp, a place where teenage girls were sent for their bad behaviour and teen pregnancies. She no doubt had been sucking cock some place else. “But what about the baby then? What will happen?” “I’ll stay here, like the other girls and have it, then go home, raise it properly.” She assured me, her voice softening. “You’ll never have to hear from me again.” I nodded, thinking for a moment. The idea of fathering a child with this young woman I barely knew was insane, but still, my cock hardened evermore in my pants. I could just enjoy the moment, blow my load in her cunt and kick her out of bed to give birth. “Why should I do this for you?” I asked her abruptly. She paused, her face dropping. Just when I thought she might cry, she lifted her up top to reveal her braless tits. I reached out to grasp her pink nipples, a reaction that caused her to gasp. Her tits were not bad, not as big as Jody’s but equally as round and pink. I pulled on her nipple, pinching and gently twisting, enjoying the gasp that continued from her mouth. “What else?” I asked. She paused again, proceeding to remove her pants and panties, revealing her shaven pussy. “I’ll let you do anything.” I took a step forward, slipping a finger inside her cunt – tight enough. “Fine. But we’ll do this on my terms.” I concluded, unzipping my pants. “Thank you, thank you so much.” She gasped, afraid and happy at the same time. “Lean over the table over there,” I told her, sternly. She nodded, afraid now that this was really happening I suspect. She did as she was told, revealing her shaven pussy and round ass. She bent over, leaning against the table. I followed her quickly, plopped out my fully erect shaft and thrust it straight into her hole, no hesitation. She cried out in a midst of surprise and pain – I suspect she had hoped I’d at least lick her pussy to get her wet first. I wasted no time in fucking, thrusting deep into her cunt, hard and fast, spurred on by her pained gasps. My hands found their way up her top which she still had on, clutching at her braless breasts thrusting up and down at the speed of our fucking. It was just to get her started of course. Her pussy felt tight, and squeezed against my cock. I wondered if her mouth could do the same. I wrenched my cock out of her and pushed her to the floor on her back, mounting her once again. “You’re hurting me!” “Do you want me to knock you up?” I asked her. “Or have you changed your mind?” She shook her head nervously, by which I responded by crouching over her head and thrusting my cock deep down her throat. I held her face in my hands, fucking her mouth over and over, watching her gag and wretch endlessly. “I like the feel of your mouth almost as much as your pussy,” I asked her, watching her eyes watering at the thrust of my cock. “If you’re still around next month I might have to do this again.” I continued to force her to suck me from base to tip until her face had begun to turn a worrying shade of red, by which point I removed her roughly from my cock. I mounted my ass onto her lips instead, feeling her writhe in disgust against me. “No-” “Lick me,” I told her, “If you want me to come inside you.” She whimpered against my asshole and eventually when she realised I wasn’t going to get up and free her from my weight, I felt her tongue unwillingly lick the length of my hole, prodding the entrance and teasing me with its strength. “Ahh Sandra I think you’re good at this…” I continued to jerk myself off, enjoying the pressure of her tongue, spurred on by the tears in her eyes from the face fucking. It was all beginning to be too much for the both of us. “I think I’m ready to blow my load inside your pussy,” I gasped, precum beginning to gather at the tip of my cock. I broke away from her face, Sandra gasping for air and red in the face. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” “Yes,” she pleaded between breaths. “You have to…” I pulled her up off the floor and placed her onto her hands and knees. “Wait there and don’t move.” I ordered her, getting up to retrieve something from the storage room. I returned to find her in the same position, her ass in the air with her cunt waiting patiently for my load to penetrate. She looked over her shoulder at me to see I was holding a rope and two bulldog clips. “Whats that for??” she asked, panic stricken. “Like I said, we’re going to do this my way.” I informed her, tying one end of the rope round her throat and holding the other. “What are the clips for??” I pulled harshly on the rope around her neck as she had turned to see what I was going to do, by which she cried out. “Stay in the position, like I told you.” I ordered her, crouching down at her side. Against her wishes, I placed the clips on her tender breasts, receiving a pained gasp with each pinch. “It hurts..” “It will at first, but it will make your orgasm stronger.” I assured her. “And mine. Which I’m sure you are relying on.” She nodded, her eyes welling up with pain and fear. “Stay relaxed, this pain is nothing compared to giving birth,” I said, returning to mount her from behind. “Are you sure this is what you want Sandra?” She nodded once again, “Yes.” I slipped my cock back inside her sore pussy, a move that caused a pained moan from Sandra as I filled her cunt again without lube. She was wet enough for me to enjoy at least. I held the rope, pulling her neck taut as I thrust in and out of her, my balls banging against her ass. This time she began to moan profusely, a combination of pain and pleasure as her clamped tits swung back and forth, her pussy squeezing my cock for more. “Oh yes…” she cried out. “yess….” I pulled tighter on the rope, enjoying the frightened gasp from her lips. For a moment it was fear but as moments turned to minutes she began to enjoy each pull, each bounce of her clamped tits. It would not take long. “Oh my god…” I increased the speed of fucking, by which point I had to tie the rope around my wrist so I could hold her by the hips and thrust her viciously into my cock, ball deep inside her. I felt her pussy squeeze harder than ever, sending her into a frenzy as she began to come, screaming and crying out as the waves of fear and pleasure strangled her. The feeling of her tight, pulsing cunt pushed me over the edge and I came hard inside her, my cock releasing a huge dose of cum. She writhed against me as soon as she realised what I had done, afraid at the realisation she would likely now be pregnant. It was a bittersweet pill for her swallow. “Keep still.” I ordered her, pulling on the rope once again. She was crying by now, a mixture of fear and pleasure having overwhelmed her. I realised that the whole ordeal must have been terrifying for her, being in such a dilemma. I shifted her onto her back, propping the nearest pillow from the sofa under her ass with her legs up. Tears were streaming down her face. “Stay like that for a while, if you want this to work.” I told her, the rope still attached to her neck. The tiniest dribble of cum slithered out of her spent pussy, the majority held inside by the angle of her body. I half expected her to get up and leave, perhaps regretting her decision. But instead she stayed there, on her back with a pillow propping up her ass and knocked up pussy. I realised I was still horny, overwhelmed myself from the situation. My dick was rock hard. I found myself once again crouching over her tearful face, rope in one hand, cock in the other, before thrusting it down her throat for the second time. I’d come in one hole, I thought to myself, might as well have a go on all three.

I don’t know how word got round about how I had fucked Jody, but it certainly must have done amongst the girls on the campsite as I had one knocking on my door late one night. I didn’t expect it to be one of the girls at all and I was mildly shocked to find a young woman on the doorstep to my cabin at 1am. I recognised her straight away from the camp sessions – Sandra. She was 5’6, shoulder length black hair and green eyes, dressed in an overcoat. “Sir-” “It’s 1am, get back to your dorm.” I warned her, peering out the door. It was dark enough that no one had noticed she had turned up. If someone had seen her there, as her camp leader I would’ve been expected to punish her with chores for breaking camp rules. But unfortunately I was tired and I had been trying to drift off with no luck. “Please, I need to talk to you.” Sandra pleaded, quietly. “It’s important.” I paused for a moment, wondering if she had done something wrong. “Get inside.” I stood aside to let her in to my cabin, checking that no one else was around to see. As soon as I shut the door her demeanour changed abruptly, and she removed her overcoat. “I know you fucked Jody.” I paused on the spot – terrified – but kept my face still and in control. “What the hell are you talking about?” “She told me, she confided in me, but listen,” she continued, her voice shaking with the intensity of the confession. “I need you to do something for me,” “Get out.” “No, you need to listen,” she pleaded, closing the gap between us. “I won’t tell anyone about what you did if you do this one thing for me.” I hesitated at the desperation in her voice, my eyes studying her for a moment. “My parents want to take me home next month but I just can’t go back there, they want me to marry some older guy from the church, I can’t go through with it,” she explained, her voice breaking. “But you can help me.” “Marry?? You’re not even-” “It will only be marriage in word, not legally. He already has a wife.” She explained. “How the hell can I help with that? I’m your camp leader for gods sake.” I informed her. “And you’re breaking the rules by being here.” “Please fuck me,” she interrupted me abruptly, pleading. “Get me pregnant, that way I can’t go back, he won’t want me and the church will refuse,” “Don’t be so goddamn stupid.” “Please,” she begged, closing the tiny gap between us and gripping me by the arms. “Just one fuck, come inside me and knock me up and we can forget this ever happen…I won’t tell anyone.” I hesitated at her words, my eyes meeting her own. She was tragically beautiful, it was no surprise she had an older married man trying to snatch her and keep her for his own as a play thing. And of course she was here in the camp, a place where teenage girls were sent for their bad behaviour and teen pregnancies. She no doubt had been sucking cock some place else. “But what about the baby then? What will happen?” “I’ll stay here, like the other girls and have it, then go home, raise it properly.” She assured me, her voice softening. “You’ll never have to hear from me again.” I nodded, thinking for a moment. The idea of fathering a child with this young woman I barely knew was insane, but still, my cock hardened evermore in my pants. I could just enjoy the moment, blow my load in her cunt and kick her out of bed to give birth. “Why should I do this for you?” I asked her abruptly. She paused, her face dropping. Just when I thought she might cry, she lifted her up top to reveal her braless tits. I reached out to grasp her pink nipples, a reaction that caused her to gasp. Her tits were not bad, not as big as Jody’s but equally as round and pink. I pulled on her nipple, pinching and gently twisting, enjoying the gasp that continued from her mouth. “What else?” I asked. She paused again, proceeding to remove her pants and panties, revealing her shaven pussy. “I’ll let you do anything.” I took a step forward, slipping a finger inside her cunt – tight enough. “Fine. But we’ll do this on my terms.” I concluded, unzipping my pants. “Thank you, thank you so much.” She gasped, afraid and happy at the same time. “Lean over the table over there,” I told her, sternly. She nodded, afraid now that this was really happening I suspect. She did as she was told, revealing her shaven pussy and round ass. She bent over, leaning against the table. I followed her quickly, plopped out my fully erect shaft and thrust it straight into her hole, no hesitation. She cried out in a midst of surprise and pain – I suspect she had hoped I’d at least lick her pussy to get her wet first. I wasted no time in fucking, thrusting deep into her cunt, hard and fast, spurred on by her pained gasps. My hands found their way up her top which she still had on, clutching at her braless breasts thrusting up and down at the speed of our fucking. It was just to get her started of course. Her pussy felt tight, and squeezed against my cock. I wondered if her mouth could do the same. I wrenched my cock out of her and pushed her to the floor on her back, mounting her once again. “You’re hurting me!” “Do you want me to knock you up?” I asked her. “Or have you changed your mind?” She shook her head nervously, by which I responded by crouching over her head and thrusting my cock deep down her throat. I held her face in my hands, fucking her mouth over and over, watching her gag and wretch endlessly. “I like the feel of your mouth almost as much as your pussy,” I asked her, watching her eyes watering at the thrust of my cock. “If you’re still around next month I might have to do this again.” I continued to force her to suck me from base to tip until her face had begun to turn a worrying shade of red, by which point I removed her roughly from my cock. I mounted my ass onto her lips instead, feeling her writhe in disgust against me. “No-” “Lick me,” I told her, “If you want me to come inside you.” She whimpered against my asshole and eventually when she realised I wasn’t going to get up and free her from my weight, I felt her tongue unwillingly lick the length of my hole, prodding the entrance and teasing me with its strength. “Ahh Sandra I think you’re good at this…” I continued to jerk myself off, enjoying the pressure of her tongue, spurred on by the tears in her eyes from the face fucking. It was all beginning to be too much for the both of us. “I think I’m ready to blow my load inside your pussy,” I gasped, precum beginning to gather at the tip of my cock. I broke away from her face, Sandra gasping for air and red in the face. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” “Yes,” she pleaded between breaths. “You have to…” I pulled her up off the floor and placed her onto her hands and knees. “Wait there and don’t move.” I ordered her, getting up to retrieve something from the storage room. I returned to find her in the same position, her ass in the air with her cunt waiting patiently for my load to penetrate. She looked over her shoulder at me to see I was holding a rope and two bulldog clips. “Whats that for??” she asked, panic stricken. “Like I said, we’re going to do this my way.” I informed her, tying one end of the rope round her throat and holding the other. “What are the clips for??” I pulled harshly on the rope around her neck as she had turned to see what I was going to do, by which she cried out. “Stay in the position, like I told you.” I ordered her, crouching down at her side. Against her wishes, I placed the clips on her tender breasts, receiving a pained gasp with each pinch. “It hurts..” “It will at first, but it will make your orgasm stronger.” I assured her. “And mine. Which I’m sure you are relying on.” She nodded, her eyes welling up with pain and fear. “Stay relaxed, this pain is nothing compared to giving birth,” I said, returning to mount her from behind. “Are you sure this is what you want Sandra?” She nodded once again, “Yes.” I slipped my cock back inside her sore pussy, a move that caused a pained moan from Sandra as I filled her cunt again without lube. She was wet enough for me to enjoy at least. I held the rope, pulling her neck taut as I thrust in and out of her, my balls banging against her ass. This time she began to moan profusely, a combination of pain and pleasure as her clamped tits swung back and forth, her pussy squeezing my cock for more. “Oh yes…” she cried out. “yess….” I pulled tighter on the rope, enjoying the frightened gasp from her lips. For a moment it was fear but as moments turned to minutes she began to enjoy each pull, each bounce of her clamped tits. It would not take long. “Oh my god…” I increased the speed of fucking, by which point I had to tie the rope around my wrist so I could hold her by the hips and thrust her viciously into my cock, ball deep inside her. I felt her pussy squeeze harder than ever, sending her into a frenzy as she began to come, screaming and crying out as the waves of fear and pleasure strangled her. The feeling of her tight, pulsing cunt pushed me over the edge and I came hard inside her, my cock releasing a huge dose of cum. She writhed against me as soon as she realised what I had done, afraid at the realisation she would likely now be pregnant. It was a bittersweet pill for her swallow. “Keep still.” I ordered her, pulling on the rope once again. She was crying by now, a mixture of fear and pleasure having overwhelmed her. I realised that the whole ordeal must have been terrifying for her, being in such a dilemma. I shifted her onto her back, propping the nearest pillow from the sofa under her ass with her legs up. Tears were streaming down her face. “Stay like that for a while, if you want this to work.” I told her, the rope still attached to her neck. The tiniest dribble of cum slithered out of her spent pussy, the majority held inside by the angle of her body. I half expected her to get up and leave, perhaps regretting her decision. But instead she stayed there, on her back with a pillow propping up her ass and knocked up pussy. I realised I was still horny, overwhelmed myself from the situation. My dick was rock hard. I found myself once again crouching over her tearful face, rope in one hand, cock in the other, before thrusting it down her throat for the second time. I’d come in one hole, I thought to myself, might as well have a go on all three.

My first sexual encounter happened in the spring of 1982. I had just turned 14, and was with my family at a sportsman’s club that we were members of near Orlando, Florida. The club had horseback riding, tennis, skeet shooting, a gym, and dining facilities. We would normally spend the day there and cap it off with a nice dinner. I was tall for my age at 5’6” and pretty thin, but was definitely a late bloomer when it came to sexual characteristics. I could count the number of dark brown hairs just above my circumcised penis, probably less than 20, had no hair under my arms at all, and only a few short dark hairs at the base of my legs. I had only started masturbating a few months previously, and was somewhat concerned that I seemed to be mostly interested in fantasizing about other boys. That evening my sisters and I were playing HORSE at the club basketball court while my parents got ready for dinner. The rest of the court was deserted except for one boy down at the other end shooting hoops by himself. It came time for dinner and my sisters left for the dining room. I wasn’t that hungry thanks to a late snack, and told them to let mom and dad know that I would meet everyone after dinner. So with them gone, it was just me shooting hoops at one end of the court and the other boy at the far end. Soon enough my ball rolled to his end of the court and I said “hi” as I went to pick it up. We got to talking and shooting baskets. His name was Brad, and he had just turned 15 a month to the day before my birthday. He was shorter than me by an inch and a little stockier but still thin, with sandy blond hair that was a little longer than mine, well over his ears. He obviously hadn’t started shaving yet but had a line of honey-blond peach fuzz on his upper lip. He was definitely tanner than me and looked like a surfer kid. In fact, looking back on the experience, I think he might have been a little stoned. He told me that his dad was the maintenance manager for the club, and he was stuck waiting for him to come back from some sort of emergency on the other side of the property. He was probably going to be gone at least another hour. Brad was wearing a white T-shirt from the rock band The Who, a pair of blue OP shorts and sandals. He had a nice butt, and nice strong legs, with a fair amount of blond leg hair going up from his ankles to his knees, but much less visible above that. I had a thing about body hair at the time (probably because I barely had any) and I really wanted to see if he had any hair under his arms or anywhere else. He must have noticed that I was spending far more time checking him out than shooting hoops, and that every time he raised the ball over his head I was pretty obviously trying to look down his armpits or at his waist. Finally he kind of laughed a little and said “What are you looking at?” I was horrified that he saw me looking and stammered, “Nothing. What do you mean? I’ve got to go anyways.” I started walking to the exit, which was on the far side of the court, silently cursing myself the whole way. When I had almost reached the door he called back, “Wait, I was only fucking with ya! Come here – I want to show you something.” So I went back, thinking that I would look more guilty if I left, and promising myself to keep my eyes away from his nether regions from now on. So Brad motions me over to the side of the court where there is a door with a small square window in it. “Check this out,” he says. “This is the sauna room, but it’s off right now.” He unlocks the door with a big set of keys, turns on the light and walks in. The sauna room was all fresh wood – the floor, walls, and ceiling, with a two-tier wooden bench running down the sides. I sat down on a lower bench and he sits down about a foot and a half away from me. He’s telling me about how he helped his dad remodel it over the winter, and that they had tested it that very morning. The temperature is maybe a few degrees warmer inside – That’s it. But next he leans a little closer to me and says in a lower voice, “I feel like taking my shirt off.” I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that, so after a second or so I just said “OK.” He pulls his shirt off, and in the process moves a little closer to me, still about a foot away. I’m not at all getting the fact that this kid is making a pass at me, and I’m fighting a losing battle to make small talk and not stare at his chest and waist. As we talk I start making quick glances when I think he’s not looking. He had defined patches of sandy blond hair under each arm, and actually a tiny little bit of muscle definition on those arms too! His chest was completely hairless, with the exception of a small, thin line of blond hair poking up from his shorts to his belly button. I could feel my heart quicken, and it seemed a little harder to breathe. I’m talking about how I helped my dad with a big project to build a clubhouse in our backyard the last summer, and how he wouldn’t let me use the circular saw, etc. But I’m barely focused on that. I’m totally checking out his chest, his waist, and noticing that he is slowly moving his right leg closer to mine as we’re talking. Now it’s about four inches away, but in the heat of the moment I still don’t totally get what is happening. I’m thinking that I should move away from him a little, otherwise he may think I’m gay! But I really don’t want to move. Finally I look up from an extended glance at that beautiful waist hair line of his, and he is staring right at me. He says, “Yeah, I’m starting to grow hair there. Do you have any?” I replied something like “No, I’m too young for that,” and he says “Take your shirt off so we can compare.” He leaned in slightly as he said that, and our legs and thighs touched for a long second before he pulled away. Wow, the heat of his body against me felt incredible. My head is swimming at this point, and without answering him I take my shirt off. He leans in a bit to check me out and our legs touch again, this time for probably five seconds before he pulls away. He says, “Boy, you don’t have any hair at all!" I reply something really lame, like “Not yet at least.” We start talking about what bands we like, and pretty soon he moves his leg against me again, only this time he doesn’t pull away. I’m trying to continue the conversation, but I’m finding it hard to breathe and I feel my cheeks heating up. My penis is tingling, and his heat against my thigh is the best thing I’ve ever felt. Up to that point at least. So I glance down at his waist once again. Just as I look, the shape of his penis became outlined in his shorts, and then quickly grew even bigger and longer, moving out along his inner left thigh. It takes me a moment to figure it out - This boy is getting a hard on right in front of me! That does it, I feel my own dick getting rock hard. I glance down and could see the outline of my penis trying to burst through the front of my shorts. My underwear is barely keeping things in check. I’m speechless and don’t know what to do. He sees me stating at his erection and says, “Do you want to see it?” My heart is pounding in my chest, my mouth is dry and I’m having trouble forming words, so I just nod. But he doesn’t pull his pants down right away. He gets up, closes and locks the door, and then motions me over a few feet to the right. “No one can see us through the window from here,” he says. He sits down next to me, then quickly gets up again for a second so he can pull down his shorts, then his boxers. His penis bounces a little as it comes out of hiding, and it is gorgeous. It is probably six inches long, well over an inch in diameter, and has a slight bend upwards. His circumcised head is darker than his shaft, something I had never noticed about mine before. His hairless, rounded sack is already tightened against the base of his dick. The whole package is nestled in a distinct mound of sandy blond pubes. I loved the contrast between his tan body and the white skin his shorts had covered. As he sat back down against me I noticed his erection was jerking up and down slightly. I think by now he realized that I needed some coaching, and he tells me “Go ahead and feel it if you want.” I try to reach over with my near hand but that immediately doesn’t feel like it’s going to work, so I quickly switch, lean in and reach over with my far arm and put my hand around his shaft. He tenses up and catches his breath as I close my hand around him. His erection is super warm, and I can feel it pulsing with his heartbeat. We sit there like that for a few seconds and I can feel his breath on the side of my face as he exhales. I can tell that he’s liking this but I don’t know what to do, and am afraid of doing something wrong. My own dick is raging in my shorts, and the front tip is tingling intensely. He says “Can I see yours?” So I say “OK” again, let go of him and unbutton my shorts. As I pull them down I notice a little wet spot on my white briefs, right where the tip of my penis is bulging. I’ve never seen pre-cum before and I kind of stop for a second. I have no idea if this is normal, I start feeling embarrassed and seriously consider stopping right there. But Brad stands up and helps me pull off my underwear, so no turning back now. We sit back down together and he is obviously enjoying checking me out. My own hard-on was about five inches long at the time, and a little thinner than Brad’s, with no curve to it at all. Without even asking he reaches over and lightly grabs it. I’ve never felt anything that wonderful before. I take an involuntary gasp and literally see spots in front of my eyes. We sit like that for a few seconds, but then he smiles and starts slowly rubbing my penis up and down. The pleasure is intense, far better than what I’m used to when jerking off by myself. After the first couple of strokes I’m already breathing heavy, with my mouth half open, stating back at him, and staring at his hard-on. He asks, “How does it feel?” I feel the pressure rise at the head of my rock-hard dick and begin to say “That feels so awesome,” but start to cum halfway through the sentence. I end up breathlessly replying, “That fee… fff… ahhhhhh” as my orgasm hits me. I tense up and shoot the first of several small jets of semen onto the sauna floor about a foot in front of me. Must have been the quickest sexual encounter in history. Brad keeps holding onto my penis for a few more seconds as I stop shuddering and try to compose myself. I’m still breathing hard, feeling dizzy, and a slight amount of embarrassment is already creeping in. Finally he lets go and all I can say is, “Jesus.” He tells me that this was his first time jerking anyone else off, and then asks me if I will do the same for him. Frankly I’m coming to my senses and thinking about pulling up my pants and leaving, but I don’t. He leans back so his head is resting on the upper seat row. I reach over and take hold of his penis, which was still throbbing away and now had its own little bit of clear liquid dripping from the tip. Seeing this makes me feel a little better. Anyways I start to masturbate him and he is closing his eyes, smiling slightly and breathing in time with my strokes. After only thirty seconds or so his breathing starts getting much louder, and his smile became an “o” shape. His face and neck are getting noticeably redder. After a few more strokes his body tenses up, he grabs on to my leg and his breathing catches. He grits his teeth and lets out a quiet guttural moan, followed by a much louder groan as four big gobs of cum shoot out from the end of his penis. Some of it lands on the floor, some on his chest and a little dribbles on my hand. Part of me is amazed at what is going on, and the other part is wondering if that is what I look like when I cum. Having his semen on my hand is actually kind of gross to me, but I copy him and keep holding onto his dick for a little while longer as he relaxes and his breathing comes back. He looks up at me and says, “That was really cool,” followed almost immediately by, “We’d better clean this up.” I just nod and notice my own penis, still semi-erect, is now dripping a bit. So we both get up and find a couple of rags in the corner to wipe ourselves off with, which in retrospect was kind of comical because we ended up shuffling around with our pants still down. The rags are dry and smell a little like paint thinner but we use them anyway. After cleaning ourselves up Brad wipes up the mess on the floor as I watch. I ask him, “Do I look red?” He tells me “Yeah, a little, but just tell them we were playing basketball really hard.” “Good idea,” I reply, but I really want to get out at this point so I add, “I’ve got to go.” We agree to see each other again the next time my family is back, but don’t exchange phone numbers or kiss goodbye or anything. I leave and just walk around the complex for the next 20 minutes, trying to process everything, until my family comes looking for me. As it turned out our paths only crossed once more, about six months later at the club’s end of season party. That story is for another time!

Jackson never really enjoyed family vacations. After the novelty of childhood wore off, the trips to the cabin by the lake were more like torture to the teenage boy. All during the four hour car ride to the secluded spot in the mountains, he let his parents and little sister know that, too. The complaining kept up right until his mother announced they would be arriving in five minutes. "And if we turn around we can make it home before lunch. I'll bet Gino's is having a special today, too. You know you like their meat lover's, Mom," he said, pointing at his mother with a wink. "Oh, can it, Jackie. We never miss this week. You know that," his father said, cutting a glare through the reflection of the rearview mirror. "Yeah, Jackie, you used to love these trips. Remember when you and Meredith used to go up to the springs? You could do that when we unpack," his mom added. "Ten years ago, maybe, but I'll be eighteen this year. I think I'm a little old for boat rides with my parents." "Coulda fooled me, Jackie Boy," his sister commented, flipping the page of her magazine. "That's funny coming from the girl who still has her doll collection from when she was five," Jackson replied. "They're collectors, asshole." "Ohhh, my bad. I didn't know a label made such a difference-" "Kids, pipe down. Look-" their father pointed through the windshield. "There it is." Jackson rolled his eyes and propped his chin in his hand. "Wonderful." :: A few hours later the bags were unpacked, lunch was eaten, and the siblings were laid across opposite couches when their parents came out sporting their swimming suits and jingling a pair of keys in the air. "Who's ready for tubing?" Their father asked. "Pass," Jackson said. "Me too," chimed Meredith. Both were too focused on their phones to notice much else. The parents shared an annoyed look before their father sighed and dropped his hand. "Either you both get up and get ready for the lake, or I'm taking your keys as soon as we get home. The choice is yours." At once the teens jumped up and scrambled to their rooms. Jackson mumbled about the unfairness of his life as Meredith simply smiled at her parents as they passed. Before the siblings separated to go into their rooms, Jackson narrowed his eyes on his sister. "You're suck a little suck up, you know that? Got them perfectly fooled, don't you?" "Don't be mad that they love me more than you," Meredith replied before slamming the door in his face. Jackson reciprocated the act by slamming his own door. With a half growl he jerked the bag holding his swim gear in it open and pulled his trunks out. As he stripped his lean body down, he shook his head and wondered how long his 'baby sister' would be able to pull the Daddy's Little Girl Routine off on their parents. Truth was, their darling little girl was gaining a monstrous reputation at their high school for enjoying sex more than the girls her age. Since the siblings were only eighteen months apart in age, there was only a year between them at school. That meant he heard all the gossip. But his parents would never believe the word on the grapevine. After he'd pulled on his suit and grabbed a towel, he exited his room the same time his sister did. The string bikini she had on was hanging on her curvy little body as if it were made for it. Meredith didn't even bother to use the towel in her hand to cover it up, but simply pulled her mouth back in a sly smile as she passed. God, how he wanted to teach her a lesson, Jackson thought. :: Loading the boat was always one of thee order parts of vacations. Counting life jackets and carrying coolers, all under the beating summer sun, was not Jackson's idea of a great time. By the time he got to sit in the boat, he was panting for a water that he pulled from the cooler. Meredith plopped down beside him, her firm breasts jiggling a few times under the skimpy top she wore, and he found himself fidgeting on the warm vinyl hoping his bulge didn't become noticeable. His father cranked the boat and idled out into the open water. As soon as he was away from the trees, he gained speed, and pretty soon they were all squinting in the wind that was hitting their faces. Thanks to the high winds, the water was slightly choppy, causing the boat to jump as it skimmed the top of the water. Both his mother and his sister put a hand over their breasts, trying to stop them from bouncing on the waves, but it didn't help much. Jackson was thankful they were busy or else they would have seen him fidgeting again. The longer they rode, the farther away from the cabin they got, the darker the sky became. Their mother turned a look of fear on her husband, but he shook his head and nodded ahead. They were headed for the bait shop where they could fuel up the boat. It was only about a fifteen minute ride from the cabin, but five minutes in looked like they were riding into a storm. Even Jackson was caught looking fearfully ahead. When the first bolt of lightening hit, Meredith screamed, and their father was forced to see reason. Turning around he pointed to where the life jackets were hidden. "Meredith, get up and get out four jackets for us. If we go over board, at least we won't get knocked out," he said, but his daughter's eyes were wide with fear. The boat was bouncing harder than ever. Walking would be impossible. Her father must have seen it because he shook his head. "Don't be scared, baby. Hold Jackie's hand. Don't let her fall, Jackson. Okay? You can make sure she doesn't fall over." Jackson nodded his head but was unsure. The boat was moving an awful lot. He smiled reassuringly at his sister as she stood and walked across the boat by holding his hand. Twice she almost fell, but Jackson caught her. Finally she reached the little box and opened it with little difficultly. It wasn't until she pulled out the jackets that the trouble came. As soon as she righted herself, a massive wave jarred the boat. Meredith was slung forward, slamming the cabinet closed before she bounced back into Jackson's lap. Her scream drew the horrified looks of her parents, but when they saw her sitting in Jackson's lap, they relaxed. "Just stay there, Mere. At least until the rain eases up, okay?" Her mom said. Meredith was clutching the life jackets tightly, her face blank as she stared back. "Uh...okay." Jackson frowned. "What's wrong with you? You're fine. You aren't going to fall out." She snapped her head around, glaring down at him. "I know that. It's just... When I fell..." "Spit it out, Meredith. This isn't very fun for me either." "My bottoms came off," she blurted. "Your...?" He turned, spotting her pink bikini bottoms half inside the cabinet. Almost instantly his dick tingled, causing Meredith to turn back to him. "Gross, Jackson," she whined, trying to stand. "No, stop," he said, wrapping an arm around her. "It's just because you're on top of me. Mom said for you to stay put. Besides. No one can see you now. What do you think will happen if you stand." Meredith looked like she wanted to argue, but didn't. "Fine. Just, make it stop." "Okay, I'll try." But he didn't. Not even three seconds later, he was grinding his hips up into her ass, his arm holding her close. "Jackson, I'm not kidding. I'll scream." Meredith said, straining against his arm. He didn't listen he only started grinding harder, burying his face in between her shoulder blades. A few more passes had his dick coming through his slit in his shorts, and as soon as the head touched her velvety lips, she jerked up, but Jackson was quicker. He rearranged himself so his hard rod was free, sticking straight up when she came back down. Because she wasn't all the way wet, the shaft only went halfway in, but even that made him groan. Meredith half screamed, but her parents merely thought she was scared of the weather. His member didn't stay still, though. Between his rocking hips and the boat bouncing on the water, he was buried to the hilt in three more slams. By then Meredith's tight little pussy was wet enough for him to slide in and out with more ease. Each time the boat bounced on top of the waves, Jackson pulled his sister's hips down on his, making her moan each time he bottomed out on her cervix. The water got choppier as the rutting at the back of the boat became more loud. Their parents were oblivious to Jackson burying his shaft over and over inside his own sister, causing her to call out, but the sounds of the storm drowned her out. Jackson's hands made their way up to her bouncing tits, and Meredith dropped the jackets so she could brace her arms on his thighs. Now each time their bodies met, a wet smacking noise followed. Jackson felt the rings in her walls starting to contract as his dick pummeled her cervix over and over. "That's right, sis. Cum around my cock. Be my slut," he whispered against her neck, and she moaned in reply as her hips began to convulse. He picked up his pace, raising his hips off the seat to beat the pace of the boats movements. Then he was cumming, deep in her unprotected womb, but he didn't care. They fell back against the seat as his now limp penis fell from her hole. The rain was easing up, so Meredith reached for her bottoms, and pulled them on before Jackson's sperm could leak out. As soon as they were decent, their parents turned around and smiled at their kids. "I guess the storm is gonna take a while. What do you two say about ice cream." The siblings couldn't even look at each other, but both stood immediately. "Yeah, fine," Jackson said. "Okay, Daddy," said Meredith. His eyebrows shot up on his face. "Damn. If I would have known a storm would make you two so compliant, I would have done this sooner," he said, but his kids didn't reply. They were too busy trying to put distance between themselves. :: (My first story. Be kind. Maybe a To Be Continued? I dunno. You tell me.)

I never put much thought into sex. The idea was of course, always there, and I considered it frequently. But I simply dismissed those naughty fantasies as my teen-aged hormones run wild. That all changed though. It wasn’t just my hormones who wanted it now. The room was dim and warm; the atmosphere tense and anxious. Faint afternoon light seeped softly through the shut blinds hanging from the window, casting odd shadows around the room which would have been creepy, were it not seemingly romantic. I was clutching the firm black remote, controlling the knobs with care and pressing the buttons with ease. But my skills were no match for his. Almost silently his character crept behind me, only giving warning by appearing as a small dot on my radar. I tensed up, and tried to turn, but it was too late. He had won, of course, but not by much. But I wasn’t fooled, he was surely faking it. He had committed suicide several times, and it did not go unnoticed. I appreciated the effort though, not all guys would try and take it easy on their less skilled girlfriends. “Good game.” He said, grinning. I could see the score from the TV reflected in his pupils and my eyes narrowed. I gave him a playful jab with my elbow. “Hey, don’t be an ass; just say thanks.” He added after rubbing his side where I jabbed him with exaggerated motions. “I know you let me off easy. No retard just throws a grenade, runs toward it, and stands there, waiting for it to blow up.” He managed a tragic expression which was easily killed by the theatrical manner he placed his hand on his chest. “I can’t believe you’d accuse me of such a thing!” He said, his voice suddenly sounding much like the queen of England. I giggled and leaned into his shoulder, letting the stress of the game leave me, dropping the controller to the floor. He dropped his own controller to the floor and removed his arm from his side and placed it along my back and around my shoulders; pulling me closer to him. Suddenly, everything seemed less playful than it had moments before. His embrace felt less friendly and more serious, more… sexual. I trained my eyes on him now, finding he had been watching my reaction to his sudden closeness with care. The room around me seemed to disappear for a moment, the light of the TV fading into the background. His eyes looked me over once before he moved again. He removed the glasses on his face and set them on his bedside table before turning to me again. Did he not want to see me? Certainly he would have made it more subtle if he didn’t wish to look at me, he would surely try to spare my feelings. Fleetingly, I remembered him telling me he was short-sighted; he could see what was close to him very clearly. I knew I’d be pretty close to him. We kissed until it was dark; time for me to leave. There was school the next day after all. “Goodnight, Victoria,” He’d whispered in my ear before I stood to leave. - The next day at school, he wore contacts. It was of no importance, except that one remark from one of his more dirty friends caught my attention. “Gee Blaine, contacts? You’re not supposed to wear those during wet activities.” He’d said, glancing from him to me repeatedly. Blaine’s hold on my waist seemed to tighten momentarily before he responded. He chuckled icily, but hardly smiled. I probably had a look of shock on my face; my jaw certainly was hanging. He was so obvious about it! He said it easily as though the thought wouldn’t plague me for days. Maybe he thought it wouldn’t; but it certainly did. I was hyper-aware of all the sex related conversations that day, people talking of penis size being related to foot size, their sex life, even what position is best. I wasn’t sure how I ever managed to tune all of that nonsense out. But now, all of it was at the forefront of my mind; and I could only help but notice how Blaine’s feet were the biggest I’d ever seen. I managed to shake the slightly pleasuring thought away for the time being. - I took the pill. I wanted him, I wanted to be safe, and I did not want to force him to use protection. “I’m sorry about… the contact incident.” Blaine said, gently stroking my hands with his thumb. I shook my head lightly before I spoke, “It’s okay, really… I… I was wondering if we could talk about that.” I said sheepishly, tapping my fingers nervously on my lap. His brow furrowed for a moment before he nodded. I cleared my throat, bracing myself for what I was to say next. “Do you want to have sex?” I flinched at my own words. They sounded blunt, as if calling him out on his foul. I by no means wanted him to feel any more uncomfortable than necessary at the question. His eyebrows arched, and he stared at me, aghast. “I… well… I – yes. Yes I do want to have sex.” He said steadily, still watching me closely. I smiled gently. “Okay.” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and falling backwards a little bit; leading him above me. His face still carried the expression of mingled shock and confusion. “Wait, what? But – I don’t have protection. I – I might not be able to…” He trailed on. I placed a single finger over his lips. “I’m on the pill.” He hesitated for an elongated moment where we looked straight into each other’s eyes. He slowly seemed to come to a decision, and let sweet gravity pull us downwards onto the sheets. My heart began to race Our lips met and kissed fiercely while I tugged playfully at his shirt and belt buckle. He finally succumbed to the shirt pulling, and released his kiss to remove it. A row of abs were visible in the dim light, and my heart began to beat faster still. I pulled off my own shirt, leaving me in only shorts and a bra. Blaine leaned back over and kissed me again, holding me close and tracing the lines of my body at the same time. His arms created a cage around me as he struggled with the clasp on my bra. Then the piece of clothing that had covered me so faithfully lay limp and useless across my chest. I bit my lip before I nodded, hardly daring to breath. Blaine pulled the fabric away slowly, and set it where our shirts lay in a heap on the floor, turning back to marvel at my breasts. He pressed his nose against mine as he began to massage the small lines that the bra had left on my skin, making me much more comfortable, and yet more uncomfortable at the same time. Slowly we both removed our pants; leaving us in our underwear. We both kneeled across from each other on the bed, staring at each other, holding each other. “You first.” I managed to whisper, pulling lightly at the side of his boxers. He obliged, removing the boxers, leaving his already hard shaft out in the open. I felt myself swallow in slight fear and excitement. He had to be at least eight inches. My hand twitched, and I looked up at him. “Do you want me to…?” I began to question. But he cut me off and shook his head. “You don’t have to, really.” He said, seeming to have heard the uncertainty and slight unwillingness in my voice. I felt myself growing wet for him in my panties even through my unease, and he was beginning to pull them off for me. I shed them off the rest of the way, revealing my newly-waxen pussy which was starting to drip slowly down my thigh. I bit my lip, embarrassed at how easily aroused I was – forgetting that his cock was already rock hard for me. His hands traced slowly down my waist, one stopping there to hold me in place, the other continuing down to my pussy. I took a shuddering breath and felt my legs start to tremble. For something that was my idea in the first place, it was certainly falling out of my control quickly. “Is this okay?” He asked, now uncertain as well. “I’m not hurting you am I?” I smiled slightly at this and leaned in closer to him, trying to relax a bit more. “No, not at all I – I’m just…” I stuttered, falling silent when I couldn’t find the words to express my fear and uncertainty. Blaine nodded and whispered into my ear, “I know… I’ll take it slow okay?” He began to lean me back again, off of my knees. I let my legs fall open, knowing he’d just spread them apart himself in a moment anyway. I felt eerily empty knowing that his cock was about to fill me up. But instead of lowering his member to me, he traced his hand back down – rubbing my lips gently with his finger and pressing with more force on my clit. I felt my hips tremble slightly at the feel of someone else’s hands on my pussy; especially Blaine. He tried to kiss me at the same time as pleasure me, but merely resulted in leaning his lips limp against my own. I too was too interested in his exploring of my cunt that I could hardly kiss him back; especially so because my mouth kept opening to moan or squeal. Then a terrifying train of thought crossed my mind and struggled to concentrate enough to get words out of my mouth. I rested one of my palms that were clutching his back on his chest, signaling him to stop and listen for a moment. “I – I might bleed.” I said shyly, biting my lip. “You mean you’re on your –“ “No, no!” I reassured him quickly, forgetting that he would probably immediately jump to that conclusion. “I mean that I’m,” I paused, biting my lip and looking away, “A virgin. I – I don’t know if you’ll… well… fit. Not without me – err – stretching.” “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” “But what if that’s not enough, I might still – I don’t – I don’t want to gross you out or –“ Now he cut me off, shushing me gently. “I don’t care.” He said, grinning slightly. “Please, just relax. You’re tensing up.” “Okay.” I whispered, barely audible to even my own ears. I let my shoulders fall to the sheets as he continued to stroke my pussy. He started to press down around my opening, letting his finger slide through my wet slit. He let it venture and wiggle with ease, fitting with no problem into my cunt. I moaned as he began to finger me slowly, managing to rub my clit at the same time. He slowly tried to insert two of his fingers, finding that it wasn’t nearly as easy as one. I felt my walls starting to burn as he pushed them all the way in, and couldn’t help the whimper of pain and pleasure that escaped my lips when he began to pull in and out. “Oh god, I’m sorry… you’re just so – tight!” He said, taking his fingers out slowly. I released a rattling breath and tried to calm myself. “I – do you – do you think it’ll fit?” I said softly gesturing towards his shaft that hadn’t softened a bit. He thought for a moment. “Yes, but… I think it might hurt you. Especially if it hurts for me to finger you with two…” “Okay, let’s give this a shot.” I said determinedly, staring him in the face. Blaine looked uneasy for a moment, then said with more intensity than myself, “Promise me that if I hurt you, you’ll tell me to stop. Please, I really don’t want this to suck for you.” I nodded solemnly then traced my hands along his spine, hugging my arms around him to pull his body closer. “Here, just let me…” He took hold of his shaft, which didn’t bend in the slightest, only swayed with the motion of his hands, and pressed it up against my pussy lips. He guided his head along my slit, rubbing my juices with his own pre-cum until he assumed it wet enough for him to attempt to go any further. If my heart was racing before, it was nothing on how it was pumping now. He put a gentle pressure on his cock, letting its head slide swiftly inside of my opening. I felt my breath catch in my throat, and my legs tense up around his waist. I wrapped my arms lightly around him in my desperate need of something to hold. He hesitated for a moment at my reaction before continuing, slipping another inch of his shaft into me. My arms tightened slightly around him, and I pressed my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from squealing. I slinked in another inch, and this time I was unable to keep from moaning a strange and painful high-pitch moan. He brought his hand to my cheek, his fingertips still wet from pleasuring me. “Are you okay?” I simply nodded, soldiering on. The fourth inch crept in, hard as a diamond. I shrieked and succumbed to the lust that was boiling within me; bringing my hands up to the back of Blain’s head and pushing his lips onto mine, kissing him fiercely. I could feel him struggling to stay above me instead of just letting his cock slide all the way inside me and resting on top of my body. I kissed fiercely until I felt him start to shake in his resistance. Breaking his willpower would hurt me more than it would him. “Victoria – I think if I – I think if I go any further you’ll bleed. You’re getting really tight at the end.” I contemplated this for a moment, wondering how bad it would hurt. “Then make me bleed.” I whispered with insane passion. “Take me.” He looked worried, but obliged. He pulled out, a bit, trying to loosen my walls, sliding swiftly in and out for a couple of moments. For a second, I realized that he was… fucking me. I felt moans escape my lips over and over, and when the pain came, it came as a surprise. A knife hidden in a box of marshmallows. I felt my white hot heat begin to flow onto Blaine, and felt the scream of a moment’s agony leave my lips. I remembered fleetingly that my parents were gone to dinner until 9. Luckily. Blaine’s reassuring arms gripped me and hugged me close, but managed to sink the remaining length of his cock deep inside me. The pain was only a hum in the background now, though, the pleasure was suddenly overwhelming. Blaine, of course, didn’t know that yet. “Oh SHIT, I – oh fuck, Vicky I’m so sorry. We have to stop, oh god.” He swore, pulling his member out of my cunt, covered in a thin film of blood. “No! No please, fuck me. Please. The pain is gone, fuck me Blaine.” He shook his head, obviously not believing my pleas. “No, you – you screamed like bloody fucking murder, and you’re bleeding.” “That’s because you took me, you took me Blaine.” I whispered, reaching my hand down to lead his cock into my pussy. “Now fuck me.” I said into his ear. “Cum in me.” His resistance crumbled and he let his head venture back in, sliding inches through with ease. I moaned with each thrust, screaming as I neared my orgasm. His cock shoved in and out of my soaking cunt, showing no mercy now that I felt no more pain. I heard the slap of his balls against my skin with each blow, felt the squelch of my pussy with every push. I was dripping all over him and my thighs now, moaning louder with growing intensity. “CUM, PLEASE. I’M CUMMING. CUM WITH ME. PLEASE. FUCK!” I screeched, my nails piercing his back as I felt his sweet release of precious juices coming in time with the walls of my cunt closing in. His warm seed filled me up until it began to run out onto my lips and down onto my legs. He held still inside of me, the ghost of his last grunt still echoing in the room. He seemed to still be trying to force all the cum he could inside of me while my orgasm happily milked his icicle-hard cock of all of its offering. Finally, the flow of his juices stopped; leaving both of us a soaking mess. We laid entangled for what seemed like forever, panting like running dogs. Our lips met once more with one final kiss as the door burst open. My eyes flickered to the alarmed faces of my parents to the red glow of my alarm clock. 9:05

For a couple of years in the 90s I worked on a camp in the south, set up by a Christian group to host and take care of unmarried teenage girls who had been sent by their families. The majority of the girls had been caught in sexual relationships with men by family members and sent away to be reformed on the camp. At least half of these girls were pregnant or no longer attended school. The camp set out to house the girls and to reform them with church teachings and work on the farm, which most of the time it did. It was run by church elders and camp leaders, all of which led a small group of the girls. Not everybody that worked there was religious, but it certainly helped. One summer I had been put in charge of a small group of girls who had been instructed to clean out one of the barns on the farm. It was a hot day but there were rules. The girls had to wear tshirts and jeans and were allowed a 45 minute break at about noon. I stood by and watched. One lunchtime I noticed that one girl didn’t come back after the 45 minute rest, so I got the rest of the girls to work whilst I took a wander. It didn’t take me long to find her. I caught her a good 10 minutes from the barn, sunbathing down by the lake. She’d stripped off her tshirt and jeans to her bikini, an item which was completely banned from site. I knew this girl to be Jody, a 5’5 girl with long brunette hair. She hadn’t seen me at first due to the face she faced away from me towards the lake, which I took great pleasure in. Her bikini held against her skin tightly, revealing large, round breasts. However it was then that I noticed her hand down the front of her bikini panties, stroking herself. I watched from a safe distance as she lay there touching her pussy, writhing gently into her hand. I was shocked to see this, confused almost. My job required me to march over and punish her severely for her behaviour. If I didn’t I could lose my job. And yet all I could do was watch this beautiful girl play with her pussy down by the lake. I found myself walk purposefully to her side, which of course immediately caught her eye. She panicked and pulled her fingers from out of her bikini, sitting bolt upright as I stood over her. The look of fear on her face sent a strange sensation over me and straight downwards. “Where have you been?” I asked her, attempting to sound furious. She said nothing, staring up at me in a sort of shame. “Stand up.” I ordered her, and she did so. I realised that we were almost completely sheltered down here by the lake, which obviously was why she had found herself down here. “What were you doing Jody?” She exhaled uncomfortably, and I took a moment to see her nipples standing up through her bikini top. “I was too hot doing that work.” Jody finally spoke. “So you just walked off?” She nodded, her breasts bouncing slightly. “Swimwear is against the rules Jody.” I reminded her, urgently. “Its too hot to wear those stupid tshirts.” “You know the rules,” I reminded her again. “If you’re caught breaking the rules I have to issue you with chores and hard work.” “You’re kidding me,” “No,” I insisted, attempting to sound as stern as possible. “There’s some manual labor work to be done up on the farm, we’ll go back there right now and you can do that. No break.” “But sir I can’t.” “Why not?” She hesitated. “I’m pregnant.” I nodded, looking down at her flat stomach. “Its on my file, if you check,” she explained, noticing my eyes on her. “I did a test when I got here.” I nodded again, remembering that she had only been here about two weeks now. “How far along?” I asked, testing her. “1 month.” She replied, confidently. I continued to look at her beautiful body, hoping that she would mistake my wandering eyes for suspicion. “So the thing I caught you doing, is that how a young mother should be behaving?” I asked her sternly. “Is that the kind of behaviour that got you sent here by your parents in the first place?” “No.” she spat back annoyed. “Well either way I’m going to have to punish you. You’ve broken campsite rules. I understand that you’re pregnant and shouldn’t do any hard labor but that doesn’t excuse you from punishment.” She sighed frustratedly. “Look I was just hot, its too hot to be working in jeans.” “I’m not talking about the fact you walked off from your work.” I reminded her abruptly. “I’m talking about what I caught you doing.” “I know,” she replied. “You know what I was doing.” I paused hesitantly. “What’s that then?” “Trying to come.” She spoke quieter than before. I paused again, looking at her chest rising and falling nervously. The words that came out of my mouth in the following moments were totally unexpected and would change my camp experience forever. “Well maybe we can change your punishment. No manual labor for you, but you will still need to be punished. And you will still need to do something for me.” I informed her. She said nothing, unflinching. “I am going to march you back to the campsite the way you are dressed, so all the leaders will see you in this state and understand why I am going to punish you. We will go into my cabin, the door will be locked for privacy and you will undress. I am going to fuck you and due to the nature of your condition, I am going to come inside of you without protection. Without that, we have no deal. The hard work you perform in your punishment will affect your own outcome. I can give you an orgasm, several if you are willing to work hard.” Jody paused, thinking nervously. Her eyes had widened with the words that now went round and round her head. “Without protection?” I nodded. “You can’t get knocked up again.” I stated bluntly. “But I don’t know you,” she said uncomfortably. “Then no deal.” I replied. “You can spend the afternoon doing manual labor.” Her eyes widened further. “Ok fine.” She replied suddenly. “No protection.” “Good.” I said. “So is your punishment agreed?” She thought for a moment before nodding. I marched her up to the cabin, a firm grip on her arm. Despite the fact I was restraining her she did little to get away from me. In fact I was sure she was looking forward to her punishment – she had likely been sent to the camp in the first place for such behaviour with men and had gotten herself knocked up. It had been some time since I’d last had sex with any woman, not since I took the summer job at the campsite at least. We walked past several of the camp leaders who nodded at me and made eyes at Jody, her lack of dress explaining the situation in enough detail. Everyone knew the rules about the dress code, especially the girls; anyone who failed to stick to the rules would be punished by an afternoon of hard work and chores. We finally got to my cabin, by which point my cock had hardened in my pants. I unlocked the door, ushered her inside and locked up behind us. Jody paused nervously, looking to me. I don’t know what had come over me, but any nerves I should have had were absent completely. I led her into the living room and immediately pulled her bikini top down. Her round breasts fell out with a bounce, revealing her hardened nipples. She flinched at first, nervous as I was so forward with my actions. I thought about how many men she may have slept with, perhaps many, or perhaps just one, either way she waited on my every move. I cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing and pulling gently on her nipples, enjoying the small gasp that came from her lips. It wouldn’t be long until they would swell with milk, I thought, too early for that now. “Get down on your knees,” I spoke quietly, urging her to do so. She followed my orders, watching as I unzipped my jeans and retrieved my hardened cock. She barely had a moment to process my actions before I urged my cock into her open mouth forcefully, hitting the back of her throat. It took her a few moments to adjust before she took to it, sucking and fucking the length of my cock with her mouth. She’d done this before, I thought, and she enjoyed this part. I fucked her mouth a little harder now, enjoying the bounce of her bare breasts hanging over the top of her pulled down bikini top. It didn’t take long for her hand to find its way back down to her pussy, fingering herself under her bikini panties as she took the whole of my length in her mouth. She was eager to come, I could tell, but I had plans to make her wait. This was her punishment. I continued to fuck her mouth, deeper and deeper down her throat until she gagged on my balls. It was all beginning to get too much for me, and I was in no way ready to come yet. I pulled my cock from her mouth briefly, slapping it roughly on her breasts, enjoying the way she gasped. She pushed her breasts together and around my cock, rubbing the entire length of my shaft. I led her backwards onto the sofa, overwhelmed and unable to stand comfortably for much longer. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and had her kneel on the sofa and continue to suck my cock. This position allowed me to find my way into my bikini panties, gently finding her pussy lips. She was wet, ready for the fucking I would give her. She needed to be wet for this, I had no plans to go gentle with her and had brought no lube with me. I hadn’t planned to be fucking anyone on this summer job after all. I circled her clit, enjoying the writhing she did against my hands as she licked the base of my cock. Finally I had enough, I wasn’t ready to give her too much pleasure and so I pulled her by the hair off of me. She said nothing, pained at my sudden reaction to her. I stood her up again, pulling at the tied up edges of her bikini panties and removed them. I left her bikini top on, rather enjoying her big breasts propped up over the top of it. Jody hesitated, embarrassed to be near fully in front of her campsite leader, me. I on the other hand couldn’t have been more turned on by the sight of her knocked up pussy, neatly trimmed and bikini line shaven. I was going to come hard inside of her, enjoy the most of her whilst she was still here. It was understood that the pregnant girls would stay at the campsite until 1 month after the birth, before returning to their families. Many would end up married off to the man who knocked them up in the first place. I couldn’t help but wonder about Jody as she stood naked in front of me, nervous and yet waiting to be fucked by the hard cock in front of her. “When will you be leaving?” “When I give birth, I’ll be leaving after that.” I nodded, pulling her down to straddle me. “Are you getting married to the baby’s daddy then?” “No,” she replied. “Why not?” “He’s already married.” I lowered her over my cock, slipping it in through the lips of her wet pussy. She gasped at the feeling of her pussy being opened and stretched, slipping it in until it could go no further. It was lovely and tight, I couldn’t help but savour the moment. I wondered how she would manage to push out a baby through such a tight hole, it would likely be a struggle. I held onto her hips as she began to bounce herself up and down the length of my cock, whimpering as I thrust harder against her, her breasts catching the edge of my lips. I took her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard, biting and nibbling gently at their hard edge. She seemed to enjoy it, the feeling of cock inside her. I let her bounce up and down on my lap for a while, sucking her breasts and gently squeezing her round ass cheeks. I was tempted to use her asshole too at some point, but these were things I could do to her later should she need punishing again. After some time I pushed her down onto her knees on the living room floor, smacking her hard across the ass. I slipped my cock in her cunt, taking her by the hips to fuck her. She cried out as I entered her, sore from the lack of lube and the girth of my large cock. I clutched her large breasts as they swayed beneath her, cupping and squeezing them like the pregnant slut she was. I pulled her by the hair, fucking harder and harder until she begged me to stop. I refused naturally, and continued to fuck her, slapping her hard across the ass whenever she tried to stop. I pulled her into my cock, over and over again, ready to milk all my cum. “You better enjoy this whilst you can,” I told her, thrusting my cock hard against her cervix. “It won’t be long until you’re too pregnant to be fucked like this.” I felt her pussy twinge over my cock at this, gripping me tightly as I fucked her. I rolled her over onto her back, lifting her legs into the air as I plunged my dick straight into her. I wasn’t far from coming, in fact I was moments away. I wanted to look into her eyes as I shot hot cum deep inside her pussy, I wanted to enjoy the nervousness she felt as this older man came inside her as her punishment. I grabbed her tightly around the throat, choking her slightly, enjoying the look of fear on her face as I fucked her. “Are you ready Jody?” She nodded nervously, bracing herself for the second dosing of cum to enter her since the married man who had sent her here to give birth. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, which inevitably sent me over the edge. I came hard into her knocked up pussy, emptying my balls deep inside her tight hole. If she hadn’t have been pregnant already, she’d definitely be knocked up by now. I pulled out quickly after, enjoying the trickle that seeped out of her tight hole and the embarrassment she felt from it. It would not be the last time I used and abused her.

My God, you’re beautiful” I dove down to suckle her cute little titties. They responded to my kisses and love bites them between my lips. I explored her breast with my mouth. Biting and sucking her soft and warm salty skin. I saw tears running down her cheek, "What’s wrong sweetie?" I asked. “Nothing’s wrong, I’ve just been waiting for this for a long time” Uncle Tim. She lay with her legs toward me and allowed me to gently spread them revealing a nicely trimmed triangle just above her pussy. I took in the sight of my niece. Here was an absolutely gorgeous naked young woman spread out in front of me that I knew before the night was over, I would make love with. Yes I would fuck her precious little snatch, but first I had to taste her. I leaned forward between her legs and kissed her pussy through the light golden brown pubic hair; smelling the musky scent of her aroused youthful cunt. When I kissed her pussy she moaned and her body tensed. WIth my fingers, I parted her labia exposing her perfect pink lips and clit. I slowly slid my index finger into her soft steamy gash. She wailed in ecstasy causing me to stop penetrating her any further. She grabbed my fingers and brought them to her lips and began licking her juice from my fingers. "I love how my pussy tastes" she said. “That makes two of us!” I replied We both laughed and kissed before I returned my attention to her luscious wet little gash. I ran my tongue down between the folds of her vagina and into the core of her pussy. I buried my tongue as deeply as I could up her tight little slit, my tongue savored the wet slickness of her pussy juices, and licked up, down, back and forth all the while inhaling her intoxicating aroma. My Niece was panting like a dog. The taste her flowing juices and the musky, sweaty scent of her pussy had me raging hard. The smell and taste of her pussy made me realise how much she smelled and tasted like her mother. The scent and attraction of this illicit coupling only fueled my desire for her. It was so incredibly wrong, yet it felt like something I had to do. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she writhed in pleasure screaming for me not to stop. I ate and savored her, hungry for more, eating her faster and more intensely . I was licking her wet sloppy little cunt, sucking up her juices with the enthusiasm of a teenager combined with the hunger of a starving man, I couldn’t get enough my niece’s perfect little cunt. When I began to focus on her clit Ash ground into my face and I felt her squirt a stream of ambrosia into my mouth. I trapped her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue while sucking and licking it in earnest. Ashley’s back arched and her legs clamped around my head and let out another loud animalistic moan that culminated in a string of yes’s, no more, yes, no more, I can’t take it…. Oh yes, don’t stop. I wanted all of her. I resumed licking her clit slowly, and she released the vise grip her legs had on my head. As her arousal built my pace quickened. I refused to let up, I just kept licking faster until I could tell she was getting close to orgasm again. She tried her hardest to be quiet but the small whimpers grew into a string of obscenities as she started to cum again. Her hips gyrated in response to my licking then started bucking as her orgasms approached. Ash was squealing with her mouth closed and lips clamped tightly together in an attempt to muffle the sounds. The orgasms surged through her and her body stiffened as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She gripped both hands in my hair and clamped her legs together even tighter as her orgasm peaked, crushing my head. Eventually she came down from this intense orgasm, released my head from her thighs, and sat up with physically drained look on her face. She was panting, glassy eyed, out of breath, and smiling a big grin. “Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod that was so intense, she mumbled over and over in a little girl voice. “Thank you. That was so awesome! You’re so fucking good at that, Uncle Tim.” “Thank You, thank you! I knelt between her legs, my erection arching toward the roof of the tent. “MY TURN!"she exclaimed. "Your dick is beautiful. I can't believe how hard it is! It's so fucking hard” she said as she reached out and wrapped her small , soft hand around my throbbing cock. With a wicked smile her hand guided my dick down toward her sopping wet pussy. She slowly rubbed my precum up and down her waiting pussy. “Ash, are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “I have some condoms in the first aid kit.” She looked up and gave me a bratty girl smile. “I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me right now Uncle Tim” I thought how angry and hurt my sister would be if she found out I had fucked her daughter, but it was too late, I was on fire and not able to think rationally or refuse my niece’s request. “I don’t think we should Ash” I half-heartedly protested. Her firm grip of my cock and pulled it down and rubbed the head of my dick between the folds of her moist pink lips. Her cunt was wet and ready. “Put it in me, please” The head of my dick was oozing precum on her sweet pussy. She wiggled herself into a position so I could enter her if I wanted. There was no denying it I so wanted to make love to her completely. “Don’t you want to make love me Uncle Tim? No one will know” “Oh Ash, I want to make love to you so bad” There I said it...the intense carnal desire for my niece’s sloppy little cunt got the better of me. Here was this beautiful young woman begging for my cock and I was ready to give it to her. Her juices had made her so slippery that the mushroom head of my cock split the petals of her pussy lips with ease. My heart was pounding. The tent began to smell like sex. In the half-light of the tent i could see the shaft my iron dick poised at the gates of her glistening womanhood. I grabbed my blood engorged cock and rubbed the glistening head up and down her gash.Watching in delight as her pussy lips blossomed and my crown slipped into the warm silky folds of her sex.It was as if her pussy lips were were a magnet drawing my steel rod into her. I’d never seen anything sexier that the vision before me. Ash let out a sigh as the shaft of my cock ever so slowly slid deeper and deeper. I was overcome with lascivious desire. I lustily pushed my hips forward and another inch of my dick slipped into her incredibly tight hole. She was virginal tight and winced in pain. I stopped pushing and just held my cock still allowing her a second to relax and accommodate my shaft. Then lust overtook me and I pushed slowly forward, sinking more and more of my erection into her wet, willing love hole. “Are you OK Ash?" I asked "Want me to stop”? Between short breaths she repeated over and over that she was OK. “I want you inside me. I want it!” Now, Please” “Are you sure?” I asked one more time “I want you to take me.” she mewed. “Now Uncle Tim. I want your beautiful cock in me.” On hearing her request I slammed my hips forward and plunged the full length of my sword deep in her passage. Thankfully we were alone in the woods and there was no need to stifle the guttural cry and squeals of pleasure and pain she experienced by being impaled by my throbbing shaft. Once she calmed down I slowly began fucking her with loving easy thrusts. Just a few inches of my dick in and out. “How’s that feel Baby?” You like the feeling of my hard dick inside you?” “Ohmygod it’s so big” Don’t stop. please don’t stop.” “My little goddess, you feel wonderful.”. “I love the feeling of being inside you Ash.” Moving my hips slowly up and down, forcing my dick deep with each motion.The grip and silky smoothness of her vagina on my dick was unbelievable. Instinctively she started moving her hips up to meet my thrusts and it wasn’t long before Ashley let out a string of obscenities each time my thick cock bottomed out deep inside her womb. I was balls deep in her. Her fingernails clawed into my back as my prick stretched her velvet little pussy to the max. Ash bit into my shoulder and her body began to tremble. “Wow Ashley, You are fucking incredible!” A huge smile came over her face. “It’s so fucking good, I feel so full.” “Well you should, you have 8 inches of your uncles cock inside you” Ashley grabbed hold of my ass cheeks holding me deep inside her and began to fuck back. Coupling with my niece was incredible. We kissed passionately as we slowly fucked. Gradually, I increased the force of my strokes. Pulling nearly all the way out and then back into her, determined to give her a thousand loving strokes from my raging love stick. Every tip to balls stroke elicited a grunt from Ash as I bottomed out inside her, followed by a sigh as I pulled back. The loud squishy sounds of our sex juice filled the tent. Ashley attempted to match my movements with thrusts of her own. In the half dark of the tent, I watched in awe as I pulled my cock almost all the way out before driving it back deep inside her. Over and over, I pull out slowly and drove it fast and hard back inside her wonderful pussy forcing a gasp from deep in her throat. Her moans turned to howls as I pinched her nipples hard. I leaned forward and we kissed again and she locked her legs into the small of my back. “You want more cock don’t you honey.” Between gasps for air, she screamed "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck my pussy!" Ashley lifted her legs in the air and draped them over my shoulders, giving me a perfect view of my my dick encased between the puffy lips of her labia. I grabbed hold of her ankles and spread her legs apart and watched my raging hardon pounded her wet cunt. It was perfect. I was on cloud nine from the moment I entered her and now each thrust into her love tunnel added to the pleasure. I never wanted this to end, I wanted to fuck her forever. The animal within me took hold and I had the urge to fuck my niece as hard as I could. My fat dick skewered her tightly stretched cunt and I gave way to the basest of instincts. I was sawing into her with my cock and manhandling her like she was my little fuck toy. I reveled in every second of ravaging her sweaty lithe body. With not a neighbor for miles we could be as loud as we wanted; and we were! Her entire body was shaking and I don't think she stopped cumming for the next few minutes... I had never seen a woman have such a powerful and sustained orgasm. It was like she was overtaken with the rapture. I felt her pussy spasm and squirt over and over. She later told me that It felt like she had an out of body experience. I was on the verge and somehow, I came to my senses and realized that would be a bad idea to cum in her and risk impregnating her. “I gotta pull out baby” I told her and and tried to pull out of her. Ashley screamed. NO! and re-locked her ankles into the small of my back, imprisoning my cock in the confines of her velvet gash. “Don't you dare!” she growled. “You want me to cum in you? “YES! Please. Don’t you fucking dare pull out” she repeated. “Please cum in me...Give it to me” Her words pushed me over the edge and my balls began rumbling and seconds later my seed was flooding her womb. We shook and moaned in unison as I planted a million seeds inside her. The sparkle in her eyes ignited explosion after explosion in my balls. I was vaguely aware of a non stop stream of delightful squeals that filled the tent. I collapsed on top of her locked in a sweaty post coitus embrace. We kissed and caressed. Not only was this the best pussy I had ever fucked, to my thinking Ash had the most perfect pussy on the planet. I loved the way her beautiful tight cunt muscles milked every last drop of sperm from my cock. We held each other tight and I rolled onto my back pulling her over on top of me. Ashley was straddling me with my cock still buried in her loving body. We kissed and smiled, our genitals covered in our combined love juice. “I can’t remember the last time I felt anything as wonderful as that” I said. “You have the greatest pussy I’ve ever fucked” “Even better than my mother’s?” “What?” I stammered. “Mom warned me.” “What?” I repeated. “Mom said you were a wonderful lover” as she slid off me. “She told me how you and she would sneak away and make ‘smiles’ as she put it. She reached down to her pussy and stuck a finger inside her… “Ohh I’m gonna be sore tomorrow”… She pulled her cum covered fingers from her gash and brought them to my lips. “How do we taste Uncle Tim?” “Delicious lover, now go to sleep!”

Jackson never really enjoyed family vacations. After the novelty of childhood wore off, the trips to the cabin by the lake were more like torture to the teenage boy. All during the four hour car ride to the secluded spot in the mountains, he let his parents and little sister know that, too. The complaining kept up right until his mother announced they would be arriving in five minutes. "And if we turn around we can make it home before lunch. I'll bet Gino's is having a special today, too. You know you like their meat lover's, Mom," he said, pointing at his mother with a wink. "Oh, can it, Jackie. We never miss this week. You know that," his father said, cutting a glare through the reflection of the rearview mirror. "Yeah, Jackie, you used to love these trips. Remember when you and Meredith used to go up to the springs? You could do that when we unpack," his mom added. "Ten years ago, maybe, but I'll be eighteen this year. I think I'm a little old for boat rides with my parents." "Coulda fooled me, Jackie Boy," his sister commented, flipping the page of her magazine. "That's funny coming from the girl who still has her doll collection from when she was five," Jackson replied. "They're collectors, asshole." "Ohhh, my bad. I didn't know a label made such a difference-" "Kids, pipe down. Look-" their father pointed through the windshield. "There it is." Jackson rolled his eyes and propped his chin in his hand. "Wonderful." :: A few hours later the bags were unpacked, lunch was eaten, and the siblings were laid across opposite couches when their parents came out sporting their swimming suits and jingling a pair of keys in the air. "Who's ready for tubing?" Their father asked. "Pass," Jackson said. "Me too," chimed Meredith. Both were too focused on their phones to notice much else. The parents shared an annoyed look before their father sighed and dropped his hand. "Either you both get up and get ready for the lake, or I'm taking your keys as soon as we get home. The choice is yours." At once the teens jumped up and scrambled to their rooms. Jackson mumbled about the unfairness of his life as Meredith simply smiled at her parents as they passed. Before the siblings separated to go into their rooms, Jackson narrowed his eyes on his sister. "You're suck a little suck up, you know that? Got them perfectly fooled, don't you?" "Don't be mad that they love me more than you," Meredith replied before slamming the door in his face. Jackson reciprocated the act by slamming his own door. With a half growl he jerked the bag holding his swim gear in it open and pulled his trunks out. As he stripped his lean body down, he shook his head and wondered how long his 'baby sister' would be able to pull the Daddy's Little Girl Routine off on their parents. Truth was, their darling little girl was gaining a monstrous reputation at their high school for enjoying sex more than the girls her age. Since the siblings were only eighteen months apart in age, there was only a year between them at school. That meant he heard all the gossip. But his parents would never believe the word on the grapevine. After he'd pulled on his suit and grabbed a towel, he exited his room the same time his sister did. The string bikini she had on was hanging on her curvy little body as if it were made for it. Meredith didn't even bother to use the towel in her hand to cover it up, but simply pulled her mouth back in a sly smile as she passed. God, how he wanted to teach her a lesson, Jackson thought. :: Loading the boat was always one of thee order parts of vacations. Counting life jackets and carrying coolers, all under the beating summer sun, was not Jackson's idea of a great time. By the time he got to sit in the boat, he was panting for a water that he pulled from the cooler. Meredith plopped down beside him, her firm breasts jiggling a few times under the skimpy top she wore, and he found himself fidgeting on the warm vinyl hoping his bulge didn't become noticeable. His father cranked the boat and idled out into the open water. As soon as he was away from the trees, he gained speed, and pretty soon they were all squinting in the wind that was hitting their faces. Thanks to the high winds, the water was slightly choppy, causing the boat to jump as it skimmed the top of the water. Both his mother and his sister put a hand over their breasts, trying to stop them from bouncing on the waves, but it didn't help much. Jackson was thankful they were busy or else they would have seen him fidgeting again. The longer they rode, the farther away from the cabin they got, the darker the sky became. Their mother turned a look of fear on her husband, but he shook his head and nodded ahead. They were headed for the bait shop where they could fuel up the boat. It was only about a fifteen minute ride from the cabin, but five minutes in looked like they were riding into a storm. Even Jackson was caught looking fearfully ahead. When the first bolt of lightening hit, Meredith screamed, and their father was forced to see reason. Turning around he pointed to where the life jackets were hidden. "Meredith, get up and get out four jackets for us. If we go over board, at least we won't get knocked out," he said, but his daughter's eyes were wide with fear. The boat was bouncing harder than ever. Walking would be impossible. Her father must have seen it because he shook his head. "Don't be scared, baby. Hold Jackie's hand. Don't let her fall, Jackson. Okay? You can make sure she doesn't fall over." Jackson nodded his head but was unsure. The boat was moving an awful lot. He smiled reassuringly at his sister as she stood and walked across the boat by holding his hand. Twice she almost fell, but Jackson caught her. Finally she reached the little box and opened it with little difficultly. It wasn't until she pulled out the jackets that the trouble came. As soon as she righted herself, a massive wave jarred the boat. Meredith was slung forward, slamming the cabinet closed before she bounced back into Jackson's lap. Her scream drew the horrified looks of her parents, but when they saw her sitting in Jackson's lap, they relaxed. "Just stay there, Mere. At least until the rain eases up, okay?" Her mom said. Meredith was clutching the life jackets tightly, her face blank as she stared back. "Uh...okay." Jackson frowned. "What's wrong with you? You're fine. You aren't going to fall out." She snapped her head around, glaring down at him. "I know that. It's just... When I fell..." "Spit it out, Meredith. This isn't very fun for me either." "My bottoms came off," she blurted. "Your...?" He turned, spotting her pink bikini bottoms half inside the cabinet. Almost instantly his dick tingled, causing Meredith to turn back to him. "Gross, Jackson," she whined, trying to stand. "No, stop," he said, wrapping an arm around her. "It's just because you're on top of me. Mom said for you to stay put. Besides. No one can see you now. What do you think will happen if you stand." Meredith looked like she wanted to argue, but didn't. "Fine. Just, make it stop." "Okay, I'll try." But he didn't. Not even three seconds later, he was grinding his hips up into her ass, his arm holding her close. "Jackson, I'm not kidding. I'll scream." Meredith said, straining against his arm. He didn't listen he only started grinding harder, burying his face in between her shoulder blades. A few more passes had his dick coming through his slit in his shorts, and as soon as the head touched her velvety lips, she jerked up, but Jackson was quicker. He rearranged himself so his hard rod was free, sticking straight up when she came back down. Because she wasn't all the way wet, the shaft only went halfway in, but even that made him groan. Meredith half screamed, but her parents merely thought she was scared of the weather. His member didn't stay still, though. Between his rocking hips and the boat bouncing on the water, he was buried to the hilt in three more slams. By then Meredith's tight little pussy was wet enough for him to slide in and out with more ease. Each time the boat bounced on top of the waves, Jackson pulled his sister's hips down on his, making her moan each time he bottomed out on her cervix. The water got choppier as the rutting at the back of the boat became more loud. Their parents were oblivious to Jackson burying his shaft over and over inside his own sister, causing her to call out, but the sounds of the storm drowned her out. Jackson's hands made their way up to her bouncing tits, and Meredith dropped the jackets so she could brace her arms on his thighs. Now each time their bodies met, a wet smacking noise followed. Jackson felt the rings in her walls starting to contract as his dick pummeled her cervix over and over. "That's right, sis. Cum around my cock. Be my slut," he whispered against her neck, and she moaned in reply as her hips began to convulse. He picked up his pace, raising his hips off the seat to beat the pace of the boats movements. Then he was cumming, deep in her unprotected womb, but he didn't care. They fell back against the seat as his now limp penis fell from her hole. The rain was easing up, so Meredith reached for her bottoms, and pulled them on before Jackson's sperm could leak out. As soon as they were decent, their parents turned around and smiled at their kids. "I guess the storm is gonna take a while. What do you two say about ice cream." The siblings couldn't even look at each other, but both stood immediately. "Yeah, fine," Jackson said. "Okay, Daddy," said Meredith. His eyebrows shot up on his face. "Damn. If I would have known a storm would make you two so compliant, I would have done this sooner," he said, but his kids didn't reply. They were too busy trying to put distance between themselves. :: (My first story. Be kind. Maybe a To Be Continued? I dunno. You tell me.)

"Hey, Leah!" I opened the door to see my new friend waiting, with her black backpack, ready for another round of fun. I looked over my shoulder to look at where Tim was sitting on the couch. It didn't seem like he was very excited. Well, that only made it more fun for Leah and me! For the past few days, Tim's schedule was to wake up, go to school, then come back to the dorm room where Leah and I could do whatever the hell we wanted to him. Then, we left him in his room to do whatever he had to do. "Hey, Aaron! Hey, Tim!" Leah stepped into the room and walked over to where Tim was sitting. "How's our little sissy slut doing?" She mocked him cruelly. "Fuck you, bitch," Tim spat back. I still let Tim speak his mind. That was the only freedom I allowed him. However, his body was ours to control. I was really glad that I was able to get that chastity cage on him. "Hmm, that's not really the right way to address me, sissy . Besides, if anyone's a bitch here, it's you," Leah's steely voice really shut him up. I closed the door to our apartment and watched Leah get undressed. She was sexy as hell. I just couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful face and curvy body. I could tell that Tim was getting turned on by looking at her as well. Not that he could do anything about it. I commanded Tim to take his clothes off as well, which he did reluctantly. But within a minute, Tim was standing naked, displaying his small member trapped inside the metal chastity cage. Behind him, Leah stood, with a big, black, strap-on. This was a real sight to behold. Leah bent Tim over and stroked the large dildo. Tim resisted a little, but Leah grabbed hold of his hips and pulled him back. She lined the dildo up with his small hole and thrust it in, hard. This resulted in a satisfying sound of smacking flesh and a moan from Tim. He still wasn't used to it, even though he'd been subjected to Leah's wrath multiple times already. I took the opportunity to stand in front of my roommate and hold my stiff member out in front of his face. It took a few moments, but eventually, my cock was enveloped by his warm mouth. Once Leah saw that Tim was airtight, she slowly pulled her hips away from his ass, then slammed back in. As she did this, I started to use my roommate's mouth also. I matched Leah's thrusts, so that we both slammed deep into Tim at the same time. This was a hot sight to see. Leah's big strap-on rapidly thrusting in and out of my roommate's asshole. Every time I thrust into Tim's mouth, I felt the back of his throat contracting around the tip of my cock as he gagged. Leah reached over and started squeezing Tim's nipples while continuing to fuck him hard. Feeling Tim's moans around my cock, I could feel my orgasm coming. While Leah was pounding into Tim's asshole like an animal, I grabbed him by the throat and face-fucked him. I couldn't hold it anymore, and I held my cock deep in my sissy's throat. The clenching of his throat as he gagged pushed me over the edge. My cock twitched inside his mouth and I shot out long, thick strands of cum into his throat. Even though I'd already done this to Tim a few times already, it felt just like the first time. My member twitched one more time as I drained the last of my cum into his mouth. My cock started softening and I reluctantly pulled it out of Tim's warm mouth. I walked back, admiring my work. Tim's face was red and my cum covered the edges of his mouth. He was gagging and coughing, but I didn't care. He fell to his knees after Leah pulled the strap-on out of his ass. There was a small puddle of pre-cum forming on the floor, which had come from Tim's little cock, trapped in the chastity cage. The poor kid hadn't cum in over a week. Everyday, we've been pushing him to brink without giving him any satisfaction. Every time we finished with him, he was a mess, degraded down to a miserable sissy begging to be able to cum. Maybe today would be the day that I let him do just that. "Hey kid, you've been a pretty good sissy," I started, "I think I might let you get some release now." Leah, who had already removed the strap-on and was starting to put her clothes back on, looked at me, confused. Tim looked up at me through glazed-over eyes. His face was still red, and he really did look like a worthless whore. But he still didn't talk like one. "F-finally, you asshole. J-just get this f-fucking thing off me!" He screamed at me while pointing at the cage around his cock. "Hmm, that won't do, sissy," I mocked him, "I want to hear you beg for it." "Fuck you! T-take it off a-already!" "Alright then, I guess you don't want to cum," I shrugged my shoulders and started to put my clothes back on. "W-wait, Aaron! Just let me, please!" I turned around and crossed my arms over my chest. "Let you what?" "P-please, let me cum..." He begged. "Please, let me cum!" He said it a bit louder the second time. He repeated it a few more times before I uncrossed my arms. "Well, I'm not planning to take the cage off of you," I whispered evilly. "But you said! You said you would let me cum! I begged you! Ju-" I cut him off. "That doesn't mean you won't be able to cum, though." Tim was quiet for a moment, then his face twisted in humiliation. I guess he realized what I meant. "Well, kid, you can't really get off with that cage on unless you have some... other stimulation," I suggested. "Then take the cage off! I'm not gonna let you do... that again!" "Do what? Fuck you in the ass?" I asked him, teasingly. "Ok then, I'll be nice. I won't do it unless you ask me to." His face turned bright red. He stammered a little bit, but just ended up refusing once again. I faked a frown. "I'm disappointed. You can have it your way, then." I turned around and started to walk over to Leah, who had taken a seat on the other side of the living room, watching the scene go down. I was walking Leah out the door when Tim called me. "W-wait! Why can't she just do it? She's been doing it this whole time, I only need her to do it a little bit longer." Tim pointed at Leah. Leah turned around to look at him. "Well, I'm pretty tired out, but maybe another time." She smirked at Tim, then walked out the door. When she was in the hallway and out of Tim's line of sight, she turned to me and winked. "Have fun!" She mouthed. I smiled and closed the door. "You heard the girl. She's tired, but I'm not." Tim looked at the ground, ashamed. He was debating it. His little cock was still twitching in the cage, aching for relief. "Besides, I haven't even fucked you in the ass since that first day," I walked up close to him and whispered in his ear. "Don't you want to feel the real thing? Don't you want to feel my warm cock filling up your asshole?" "N-no... I don't want it..." I ignored him, "You just have to beg for me to fuck you deep in your tight little hole and let you cum." I know he wanted to say no, but now he was too horny. Especially after over a week of denial, he couldn't control what his body desired. His lips quivered, "Uh... ok, j-just do i-it..." I could barely hear him, but I knew he'd definitely made up his mind. Even so, I just wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to accept it. "Do what, hmm? Tell me what you want me to do," I whispered. "I-I want you to... f-fuck me in my a-ass... please..." he whimpered. I stood up. "No, I won't," I harshly told him. "N-no! P-please!" He started to raise his voice. My cock was starting to get harder. He definitely noticed this, giving him more confidence. "F-fuck... fuck me! Fuck me, Aaron!" I looked down at him. My cock was fully hardened now. "Well, you asked for it." He was still lying on the ground, so I reached down and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him up. When he was standing, looking up at me, I spun him around and grabbed under his ass cheeks. I lifted him up and lined my cock up with his asshole. I waited for a moment. "Just do it already! Please! Fuck me in the ass!" He screamed. Gladly, I dropped him onto my cock. His head fell back so that it was on my shoulder. With my hands under his thighs, he was completely off the ground. In one swift stroke, my cock was buried balls deep into my sissy's asshole. With his small stature, I was easily able to lift him up. Even though I'd just cum a few minutes ago, I was ready to go again. The fact that I was able to make my roommate seem so powerless turned me on so much. I bounced him up and down on my cock, enjoying his high-pitched moans and screams. I walked over to the bathroom in our dorm and walked in. I turned to face the mirror, where I could get a view of my sissy's worthless little cock bouncing up and down to my thrusts. "Look at you, bitch, you're just a worthless little sissy slut," I mocked. Having a full view of himself in the mirror made my sissy go bright red. He met my eyes and looked away quickly. I repositioned myself and picked up my sissy again, then dropped him hard on my cock. "Oh! Fuck!" He moaned. As I kept fucking him like this, his moans started getting louder. I could tell he was trying to hide his pleasure, but at this point, I knew that I was getting him close. "Look at me, sissy," I commanded. I wanted to see his humiliation. When he refused to look at me, I dropped him on my cock and stopped thrusting into him. "Look at me," I commanded more boldly. He slowly looked into the mirror, where he met my hard stare. He flicked his eyes away quickly, but looked at me again. His face was turning more red than before. I resumed my ministrations, but slowly. I lifted him up slowly, then dropped him hard onto my cock. "What are you, bitch?" I asked him. He looked at me, reluctant. "Tell me what you are," I commanded. He hesitated, then whispered, "I'm a s-sissy..." "What did you say? I can't really hear you," I teased. I started to fuck him a little faster now. I could feel my second orgasm of the night coming. "I'm a sissy," he said, louder this time. "And who's sissy are you?" I asked. I grinned, excited to hear the answer. "I-I'm... your sissy," he whispered between moans. Then he said it louder, "I'm your sissy. Fuck! I'm your sissy!" I started fucking him even faster. I moved closer to the mirror. This was a floor mirror, so I was able to walk right up to it. I was so close that I could even see the mist of my sissy's breath on it. "And what does my sissy want?" I was getting close. My sissy was getting close, too. "Oh fuck! Your sissy wants to cum! Oh! Your sissy wants your cock!" He screamed. That was it. Hearing that, I couldn't hold it back any more. I dropped my sissy onto my cock one last time. My cock spewed hot cum inside my sissy's used asshole. At that moment, he screamed, "Oh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" His hands flew over the cage, shaking it like crazy. As soon as he stopped and held onto his cock, I reached my arms forwards and grabbed his wrists with my hands, pulling them away from his twitching cock. I wanted my sissy to cum hands-free. "Oh! Fuck!" His little cock shot one small blast of cum, which hit the mirror. Then another. And one more. Then, his cum just dripped out of his cock and down his shaft, sliding into his own asshole and along my own shaft. It then dripped onto the floor, along with my cum that was now starting to flow out of his abused asshole. My member shrunk out of my sissy's asshole with a satisfying popping sound, followed by a wave of my hot seed. I was exhausted, and my sissy was, too. I let go of his hands and grabbed his thighs once again. His legs were shaking. I grabbed him by the hips and slowly set him down. His legs wobbled a little bit, then they collapsed under him. I caught him before he hit the ground, and I helped him up to his knees. I grabbed the back of his head and smeared my cock on his face. After I wiped the cum from my cock off onto his face, I rubbed his face in the mirror, too, so that he was covered in his own cum, as well. Looking at the mirror, I saw a cum-drenched sissy slut. Nothing like the arrogant, stuck-up, rich roommate that I had before. Well, he was still rich, but that did nothing to help him in this situation. He knew that too. "Look at you. You're just a sissy slut. You're not even a man. In fact, I can't be calling you by your old name anymore. And while we're at it, I certainly can't refer to you as a male," I pondered. It's true, I just felt strange thinking of my roommate as a male. She is now a real sissy. "I'll call you Terri from now on, I think that's a very fitting sissy name." She looked up at me in the mirror, then broke into a silent sob. I helped her up and turned her around to look at me. She was still covered in cum, and I could feel my cock stirring again. But I think Terri deserved a rest. "Don't be sad, Terri , you're going to be the best sissy there is. And I know that'll make you really happy."

Zeta was my girlfriend. Right now she was sitting opposite me in the bar where we met up with friends nearly every Friday night. The chat was the usual light-hearted banter – anecdotes from the past week, who’d been seen going out with whom, who had split up and why. The usual stuff! I kept looking over at Zeta and when I caught her eye I winked at her or mouthed the words “Do you wanna fuck me?” I would do this normally because it made her laugh but tonight she was kind of scowling at me. I just shrugged my shoulders, and carried on talking to Jodie about the latest Hollywood marriage bust up. Zeta is what is known on the scene as a bull dyke. She is butch looking and acting, with short blonde hair and she wears nothing but men’s shirts and jeans. I, on the other hand, am the stereotypical femme, long hair, nail polish, dresses, high-heels, the works. I know in this day and age we an anachronism, and I know people laugh at us behind our backs but this is really how both of us are and we wouldn’t change it for the world. “Right!” I said, “I’m off for a pee and a reapplication of the lippy, guys.” I shook my ass a little at Zeta as I stood up then made my way to the powder room – I love that old fashioned word! I checked my reflection in the mirror. I gave myself a little smile – I am nothing if not vain! - and made my way to a cubicle. I was just about to close the cubicle door when a foot came from nowhere and blocked it. I hadn’t heard anyone come in behind me. I was shocked and I gasped. Before I knew what was happening the door burst open and Zeta was grabbing my throat with her hand, turning me around and pushing me up against the cubicle door as she fastened the lock. I couldn’t move as Zeta’s hand was choking me. My face was going red - I could feel it beginning to burn - and my eyes were starting to bulge. I was a little worried; she wasn’t normally quite this violent. Then she released her grip on me slightly, so I could breathe normally, as she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “You, you little slut. You have been trying to turn me on all evening. Haven’t you?” I nodded, yes. “Did you think that I was just gonna sit there and take it? Did you really think that I wasn’t going to do anything about it?” I could feel her hot breath on my ear and before I had time to answer she thrust her hand roughly up my blouse, pulled up my bra and began squeezing my left breast and nipple hard. She tweaked and twisted my nipple until it was stinging. She was really worked up. I’d never known her quite this rampant! I took in a few calming intakes of breath, still a little shocked but beginning to relax and enjoy this impromptu, if somewhat painful, fumble! “You, my little Petal, are going to get just what you have been asking for,” again Zeta whispered this in my ear as her hand left my tingling, throbbing nipple. She pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties down as far as she could get them and grabbed my crotch, squeezing it tightly. “Before I go any further, sweet thing,” she licked the whole of the right hand side of my face with her tongue, “I’m betting that you are just more than a little bit wet down there. Am I right? Is my dirty little slut all wet and swollen? Will my fingers just slide effortlessly along that pussy of yours?” I nodded again as I felt her hand delve into my pussy, pass my clit and move straight to my cunt hole. She immediately thrust two fingers inside. My knees literally trembled and almost gave way as I felt Zeta’s fingers ram inside me, filling me up, thrusting deep into my cunt, but Zeta still had her hand on my throat and she moved it to my shoulder and steadied me. “Just as I thought – absolutely, soaking, fucking wet!” Zeta spat the words out as she thrust her fingers into my pussy like a woman possessed. “Is that good, Petal? Are you enjoying your fingering? Want more? Do you? Does my filthy little whore want more?” “Yes! Oh God Zeta, this is so good! Yes, I want more.” I moaned and closed my eyes. This was hot - she was making me so hot! Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers from me, moved her hand from my shoulder and spun me round to face the other way, my left cheek slamming against the door, my hair sticking to my sweating forehead. I could feel her pulling my panties down to my ankles and then heard the zip of her jeans being pulled down. “Get that cute little sopping wet pussy over here,” she said. I took a step backwards and as I did I looked over my shoulder and there was Zeta sitting on the W.C. with the bright pink dildo of her strapon pointing heavenwards. Jeez, I thought, she’s had the strapon on all evening! She’d planned this all along! “You dirty dog, Zeta Macfarlane!” I almost yelled, “ How long have you been planning this?” “Not long,” she grinned, “now get yourself sat on this thing!” I backed myself up until I felt the end of the dildo slap against my ass and manoeuvred myself until I felt it tap at my cunt hole. Zeta held it steady for me as I slowly eased myself onto it. Zeta bucked up as much as she could and I began to grind my pussy into her mound and thrusting up and down on the dildo. She moved a hand round and began rubbing my clit. I was so turned on that I knew I was going to cum almost immediately and then I felt her softly kiss my neck and ear, nuzzling into me, “Cum Petal, oh that’s it sugar, let it go, cum for your dirty old dog, I love it when you cum,” she whispered. “Oh God, Zeta, I love you. Oh Zeta - OOOOOHHHH!” and with that I felt the orgasm ripping through me and I threw out both my arms to steady myself on the cubicle walls as Zeta continued to thrust and gently kiss me on the neck, arms around me, holding me tight, keeping time with the slowing of my spasms. We walked back to the table hand in hand, a bit flushed and sweaty, and as we sat down, Jodie looked at us in mock disgust, raising her eyes to the ceiling. “For pities sake you two! Don’t you ever get enough?” In unison Zeta and I shook our heads and said “Never!”

I can see the moon shining through the window. I follow its rays until they settle on your gentle curves. Your hips push up against the sheets and your bare shoulders are being kissed by the night air. I reach out and caress the lines of your shoulder and follow them down over your side and over your rounded hips and as far down your legs as I can reach. I pull my body close to yours and bury my face into your silver moonlight kissed hair. I inhale the scent of your skin; its spicy scent lingers in my nose and all I smell is you. I kiss your neck and shoulders tasting the sweet saltiness of you skin on my lips. I slowly pull the sheets down your body and your beautiful full breasts are exposed. Your nipples stand up from the chill of the night air and I lightly rub them with my fingertips. Your head rolls to the side and a sigh escapes your lips. I’m not sure if you’re awake but I just can’t get enough of you. Your face is an angel when you’re sleeping and your body is calling to me. I pull the sheet farther down your body until you are completely naked in the moonlight. I softly kiss your sleeping face and start to glide my fingertips over your body; your stomach, your breasts, each nipple and your neck. But I linger the longest on your cheek and your eyes flutter open. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue as it reflects the paleness of the moon. I lean down and kiss your lips. I feel your hand come around and cup the back of my neck and pull me deeper. My hands caress your cheek and move down over your throat. Memories of you singing our song to me make my heart leap. I continue to dance my fingers in the moonlight over your chest and they pause over your heart. I can feel it fluttering in your chest and it quickens my own blood. The heat from the blood in your veins rush to your skin and your cheeks get rosey. You roll towards me making your nipples like beacons in the night. I move onto my knees shifting the sheet off of me. We are both naked in the moon and getting ready to make love. I straddle your gorgeous body and lean down to kiss your lips, and then your throat, and then that little spot behind your ear you like so much. Your hands clasp onto my sides roaming over my taut waist and firm buttocks. As I lean to kiss more of your neck and shoulders, our nipples touch ever so slightly and we both inhale deeply, the anticipation almost too much. I slink down your body trailing my fingers over your body as I move. Your own hands slide up my body as I move closer and closer to your belly button. The further down I move, the more of your skin I caress. I inhale deeply as I stop right over your stomach. I take a deep breath as I fill myself with your essence, your very soul, my soul’s mate. Your skin is intoxicating smelling of soap and a hint of sweat. I lay my head down to get as close to you as I can. I feel your pussy throbbing on my breast that settled there when I laid down my head. Your hands are lost in my hair and around my face. I look you in the eyes and you look back, capturing me in that moment: you shimmering in the moonlight, me bespelled by you’re very being, the moon a silent watcher….two lovers and a celestial voyeur are the only ones aware of what is happening, of our love. Your lips turn into a quick smile and my heart melts further. I smile back and move up for one last kiss. I move down past your gorgeous neck, your perfect breasts, you flat stomach and finally stop at the object of my search: your wet, hot pussy. I kiss her reverently, like a goddess statue in a temple. I gently place my tongue on your clit and you tilt your head back with a sigh and open your legs wider. I rove around with my tongue reaching every part of you. I dip inside for a quick taste of what is to come. A little moan escapes your lips and your hands begin to massage and tease your nipples. Just watching you brings my own pussy into heat. I slowly lick from your hot hole to your reddening clit, making your climax build slowly. I want this to be the best lovemaking we’ve ever had. Your legs begin to quiver and your breath comes faster. As I continue to bring you closer and closer, your body shines in the moonlight from the sweat on your skin. The heady scent of your pussy juices and sweat mingle in the air and I feel my own desire to be loved begin to build. I break away for a moment to breathe. In that quick respite I glance up and see your eyes locked on my face. Before I can bring you to orgasm, you grab my shoulders and pull my up and leave us in a sitting position on our knees. You place your hands gently on either side of my face and kiss me tenderly making my own breath catch. You leave one hand on my face and reach between my legs, pushing my legs slightly apart so you can reach my own dripping cunt. You begin to run your finger nail over my sensitive clit causing my body to jump away for just a moment. I bring my body closer to you and reach my own hand down to your pussy. We slip in a finger into each other and somehow manage to stay on our knees with a lot of effort. We lock our lips in passion and slip in one more finger into our lover’s amazing pussies and begin to pull in and out slowly. As our climaxes push forward faster and faster, so do we. Trying to cum at the same time in each others’ arms we quiver and sweat. You move your kisses to my neck and I hold you tight. Your hot breath cascades over my neck and shoulder. Our hold on reality slips as the moon’s light makes the experience seem unreal. Our bodies glisten and squirm against each other and our hands and fingers are working furiously for the others' ecstasy. I move my thumb to your clit and apply pressure to make you cum soon. You match my efforts and I begin to breathe harder, holding you tighter as I feel my climax begin to take over. I whisper “I love you” into your ear and you whisper “I love you too.” With a few more indulging thrusts your body shakes and you moan in my ear, your body almost collapsing if not for me holding you up. Finally your finger hits my g-spot and I begin to cum almost collapsing myself. Our bodies writhe in pleasure and the room is filled with our moaning and noisy finger fucking. We shudder one last time and collapse to the bed sheets, breathing hard in each others’ arms. I kiss your neck and face until I finally make it to your slightly parted lips. I breathe in your breath and kiss you one more time. At last I showed you how much I love you. Though it is late and I am tired, I couldn’t let this moment pass. As we lay next to each other utterly spent, I watch the moon move over your glistening body and smile slightly.

Ding! I hear the bell sound. "Time for class" I groan. "Ugh, and the worst period of the day. Math. Although, Ms. Carrie is pretty nice to look at, if you know what I mean." I am a 15 year old bisexual girl, and I don't have a problem with admitting my teacher was hot! She had a beautiful figure and the way she effortlessly controlled the whole class never failed to amaze me. I had always had a secret submissive side, so I (humiliatingly enough) got wet whenever she ordered me around or humiliated me. She seemed to like to pick on me in general though, always putting me in the spotlight. I liked to flatter myself and kindle my fantasies by thinking she did it because she liked me but I'm pretty sure that was just how she taught and I was overreacting. But my fantasies didn't care and more than once I found myself drifting off in class thinking about Ms. Carrie as my mistress, only to be snapped back by her melodious but strong voice. I think it's safe to say I had a major crush on her. I didn't let it show though, at least I tried very hard not to. This particular day, she was wearing a tight cream colored pencil skirt and a dark brown v-neck sweater. It complemented her figure amazingly. At my school, we all wear uniforms consisting of a pleated blue skirt and white polo. Some of us liked to wear our skirts higher up, and I made sure to pull mine up a bit before entering math. As I walk into the small bright classroom and find a desk close to the front Ms. Carrie welcomes us. "Good morning class, come in. Take your seats quickly. Now today we will be learning how to factor polynomials......." that's all I heard before I zoned out. Her tight skirt fit like Saran wrap to her hips and as she moved I could see every detail on her thighs. I noticed there were no underwear lines when she turned around and I smiled. "Something funny, Sophie? How about you answer the question we are working on?" "Umm, no thanks Ms. Carrie, I'm not quite clear on the concept yet." She gave me a look and continued on with her lesson. I gulped, but quickly got over my guilt and back into my daydreams. Her sweater was cut low enough that I could see the top of her bra. It looked lacy. My mind flashed to an image of her standing over my naked body wearing her lacy bra and skirt and spanking me for being bad. I felt my pussy twitch. My fantasy continued, and all of a sudden the harsh ring of the bell brought me back. "Ok girls, that's it now. Don't forget your homework, I'll see you tomorrow." I darted through the rows and hurried to get out so I could satisfy my pussy, but she caught me first. "Sophie, may I have a word?" "oh, umm sure Ms. Carrie, what's up?" "you've been acting a little distant lately. I notice you spacing out a lot. Is there a reason for that?" Before I could think, "you" popped out of my mouth. I immediately blushed and wanted to take that one word back more than anything. Too late. She was taken aback, and she stared at me as if she didn't know what to make of it. I gulped. "Would you mind explaining yourself?" She asked, and walked over to shut the door. The sound of the door shutting could have well been the door on my personal train to embarrassment and hell slamming behind me. "Umm...I'd rather not Ms. Carrie." "Look Sophie, it's normal for students to have crushes on their teacher from time to time, it just can't get in the way of your work! You go to school to learn, not to oogle." She winked and giggled. "But Ms. Carrie....you're just so damn hot!" I regretted that one too, and I winced as soon as the words left my mouth. She didnt look surprised again, only took on a slight smile. It was the smile se had in my fantasies right after she came up with a new sexy way to punish me. Although it was an extremely innapropriate time, my pussy twitched. "Now Sophie, I may be making a false guess here but I think you have been thinking about this an awful lot lately, due to your constant lack of attention in class" "Erm..yes Ms. Carrie." "So, am I right, you have a crush on me don't you?" "Yes Ms. Carrie" I lowered my head in shame and I knew I was blushing wildly. As if she knew my fantasy, she took a more authoritative attitude. "You have been very bad lately Sophie. I think you should be punished for this." although she sounded angry, I saw a slight twinkle in her eye. So maybe she wanted to me my mistress after all...no, I must just be making stuff up. But there it was, that little twinkle. In that small detail lay my future. I blushed more and answered, "Yes Mistress Carrie." she laughed at my quick drop into submission. But she did not object. "You don't have any after school activities, do you?" "No mistress Carrie" "Good. Call your parents and tell them you are meeting with me now to go over something" "Yes ma'am" I got my phone and called my parents to repeat her message. They were fine with it, and I hung up. I was sitting in the desk in front of her desk awkwardly while she stood in front of me. I may have been imagining things but I thought I could smell her sweet aroma of arousal. "So, you want to be punished, right slut?" I blushed more than I thought possible and sunk down into my chair, but answered with a meek "Yes". "Damn, you really are a little submissive slut aren't you. And I bet you were dreaming about me as you mistress weren't you?" "Yes mistress" I had never been more humiliated in my life, but oddly enough I began to get wet As if she had read my mind, she responded with "And I bet your pussy is getting wet at this very moment, isn't it? Tell your mistress the truth, slut" "Yes mistress" "Dirty whore!" she said and with the ruler she had just picked up slapped one of my tits hard. I yelped. "Now, do you want this to continue? Because if you don't, you can walk out and no one will be the wiser. If you are how I believe you are, you will stay here and be my dirty slut. But if you stay, you are agreeing to be my slave and to never tell a soul about this. I could lose my job and you your dignity in this school, undrstand?" "yes mistress, I want to stay" "Good slave. Now stand up and strip!" I immediately complied and rose from my desk. I pulled off my shirt, then my skirt and shorts, and I was left in my bra and panties in front of my teacher. I realized my extreme position, and knew this was the point of no return. Oh what the hell I think and strip my bra and panties off. Ms. Carrie's gaze was intense and I feel like a hawk's prey. Then she smiles and my only desire now is that she likes my body. She walks around me in a circle, poking and prodding with her ruler. Out of nowhere she smacked my ass and I yelped in surprise. "Be quiet! I didn't ask you to speak!" she said angrily. I nodded meekly and she continued her circle. She finally made it all round and she stood in front of me. "Nice body slave. I'm sure we will find many uses for it" I gulped and thanked her. She spun around, swept everything off her desk, and then shimmied out of her skirt. I just stared in awe. Next she slid her shirt off and pulled her panties off. She sat in front of me on the desk now just in her bra, and spread her legs open. I could see her glistening pussy waiting. "Well, come on slave. Come eat mistress' pussy." I wasted no time as I was very excited and also afraid of her punishment it I didn't hurry. I hungrily spread apart her pussy lips and began licking at her warm wet cunt. I had never tried it before, but I was enjoying it too much to care. I dug my tongue deep into her wet pussy, then came out and licked at the outside. I gently lifted the hood over her swollen clit and began lapping at it. She groaned and tried to grind against me. "More slave, more!" she commanded and I obeyed. She then took up her ruler and started spanking my ass hard with it. I groaned into her pussy and took her whole clit in my mouth and sucked on it happily. I scraped my teeth against it lightly and inserted three fingers into her pussy. She spanked my ass harder and I could feel it turning red. Desperate to make her cum, I curled my fingers hard against her g-spot and bit her clit. She almost screamed out as she came violently against my face. I quickly moved down so I could lap up her juices as they flowed out of her throbbing pussy. "Good slave," she cooed, "you have been good. Perhaps you will be rewarded next time." and she promptly pushed me out into the luckily empty hallway and threw my clothes out the door behind me.

Steffi Lange swep into her office with a grim look on her face, and her executive assistant, Shelly Engel, rolled her eyes and thought to herself, ‘Oh shit, it’s gonna be one of those days!!!” Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked on Steffi’s door and entered he boss’s office. “Here’s your coffee and the Journal, she said, placing them on the desk in front of the blond executive. “Men are such pigs,” spat Steffi! “What happened,” asked Shelly, as she took a chair across from the large desk in front of her boss? “When I was walking from the train I think every man on the street must have looked at my chest! It just makes me sick,” said an irate Steffi!!! Now Steffi Lange was a very good looking woman with mane of blond hair and long slim legs, she is just naturally going to command attention from the opposite sex. What really makes them sit up and take notice, however, is her more than ample chest. An easy 38D, she is every man’s wet dream! Her unusually large nipples seem to be constantly erect, and it seems that now matter how heavy a bra or blouse, they poke through the fabric and seem to say to the world, “Here I am, look at me!” And that, is exactly what happens! This morning for example, at least twice one man poked another in the ribs just to point out her obvious assets! In the winter at least she could cover up with a heavy coat, but in this heat, even a light jacket felt oppressive. Shelly got up from her chair and walked around behind Steffi’s chair and slid her hands down and cupped over stuffed chest that was still heaving from the tirade! “Let me help you relax, boss,” offered Shelly! As many times as she had held them, Shelly was still mesmerized by the heft and firmness of such a large bust. Under her expert hand, the already hard nipples strained even harder to poke through the thin cloth. Steffi leaned back and was noticeably quieter as she the magic fingers massaged her heavy tits. “More,” Shelly asked? A nod from Steffi and Shelly unbuttoned the silk blouse and reached inside to feel the sheer bra that was being asked to do a lot of work holding all that tit flesh in place! Steffi was now squirming in her chair, opening and closing her legs, trying to put pressure on her now wet pussy. Continuing to work on her tits, Shelly could feel her own vagina beginning to secrete fluid, and both women were now feeling the familiar ache deep inside their cunts. Not able to ignore her pussy any longer, Steffi reached into her bottom desk drawer and pulled out a large black strap on dildo and handed it back to Shelly, and both women stopped what they were doing and quickly stripped off all their clothing. Shelly loved seeing Steffi naked! Besides her big boobs, the rest of her was perfect too! From her long slim legs to the perfect blond vee of pubic hair that covered a very puffy pair of pussy lips, Steffi had a stunning body to say the least! Having gotten out of her own clothes, Shelly stepped into the harness and adjusted the straps on the big rubber cock. “Hurry Shel, I’m on fire,” implored a very hot Steffi!!! When it was fitted into place, the big black cock stuck out obscenely from Shelly’s crotch. “Top or bottom,” Shelly asked Steffi? “I want to ride it,” a now panting Steffi said! Shelly lay down on top of the desk leaving “her” fuck pole sticking straight up in the air! Steffi dexterously mounted her secretary and lowered her gaping slit onto the knob of the latex monster. Slowly she ground her twat down until all nine thick inches had disappeared into her slot! Groaning as each inch slid in, she lifted one of her nipples to her lips and sucked on it greedily! Seeing her boss flaunt her body in this fashion made Shelly cup her own tits and twist her hard little nipples! Steffi now was working her pussy up and down the massive member, her orgasm flooding through her cunt as it contracted around the thick ebony colored pole. After resting for a moment to get her breath, Steffi realized that Shelly still hadn’t gotten off. “Let me help you lover,” she said, as she hopped off the desk. Removing the strapon exposed Shelly’s crack for Steffi’s waiting mouth, and Steffi loved eating Shelly’s pussy! It always tasted so sweet, but what really turned her on was Shelly’s clit! It was much bigger than her own little nub, and stuck out from the mass of brown pussy fur! Finding her little “friend” already erect, Steffi at first flicked her tongue over it’s little head, and then sucked it between her lips and teeth. Shelly always loved to get it nibbled on, and this was no exception! After only several minutes of nipping and licking, the little slut was filling her mouth with hot cunt juice! Her orgasm seemed to last forever!!! Steffi was a little jealous of Shelly that way, because her own cums were hard but much quicker than Shelly’s, who just seemed to ride an endless wave of climaxes! “What a way to start the morning,” said a fully sated Shelly! Looking at the clock, Steffi said, “Look at the time, we gotta get to work!!!” After they dressed, Shelly kissed Steffi on the cheek and said, “I just hope those dirty old men keep looking at your tits!” Steffi just laughed and said, “Off to work!”

The hole had been in the wall for years, just big enough to put one eye to, just in the right place that I could lay on my bed and watch the two girls next door. Everyday around this time I would hear Jayne’s phone ring, Jayne slink downstairs and then they would creep upstairs, evading her Dad, his faint snores even reaching my ears. I wasn’t sure if they knew the hole was there, they never looked at me or said anything to me, so I took that as an invitation to watch. Spying on my two best friends, they know I’m bi like them, but I don’t think they know I get off on watching them. Hearing them sneaking back up the stairs, I got into position, eye pushed up against the wall my hand idly wondering over my boobs, caressing my nipples between by thumb and finger. I liked to play with myself while I secretly watched my friends. The door of the room next door creaked opening, Jayne and Sara’s shadows falling across the carpet, intermingled together so I couldn’t tell which shadow belonged to who. The two girls stumbled into the room, Sara’s hands behind Jayne’s neck, Jayne’s hands on Sara’s waist, a giggle escaping from Jayne as Sara’s lips brushed against her nose. I could see the passion in their eyes as they looked at each other, still stumbling around, lips occasionally brushing against each other’s skin, their hands never once leaving the place that they touched. Jayne, being a lot shorter than Sara, looked up at her lover, silently telling her what she wanted. Her eyes revealing their love for each other, Jayne’s green eyes gazing into the sea blue of Sara’s, their thoughts entirely lost in each other for a few moments, their bodies completely still as they forget everything apart from each other for those few minutes. Jayne’s expression portrayed everything, the brief lopsided smile, the sexy but cute puppy dog eye’s, I knew Sara wouldn’t resist the look that the blonde bombshell was feeding her. Seconds later, Sara gently lifted Jayne’s top off as Jayne undid the zip on her tiny skirt, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but underwear. I watched, biting my lip, wanting what Jayne was getting, as Sara rubbed her long fingers over Jayne’s pussy through her underwear, gently teasing the crotch with her nail, thinking about pulling it aside to reveal the softness residing inside. She knelt down, the bed next to them not quite obstructing my view, the pants Sara had just been playing with were now being lowered, her soft movements gracefully sliding the small panties down Jayne’s legs, even from my position I could see she was wet, her shaven pussy shining slightly. I was getting wet myself, I moved away from my peek hole to retrieve my vibrator from the side of the bed. I knew I couldn’t turn it on unless I wanted them to hear me but I liked the feel of it inside of me while I stared at my lesbian best friends. When I returned to the hole Jayne’s bra had disappeared and Sara was also naked, her clothes strewn all over the place, however the two girls didn’t appear to have even moved from where they were, the only telltale sign of any movement was their complete nakedness. Kneeling by the side of the bed made Sara shorter than Jayne, the latter was tilting the others head back, their mouths less than a centimetre away from each other but not touching, then tenderly Jayne closed her eyes and placed her lips upon Sara’s, the kiss seemed to last hours, starting off tender and gradually getting rougher, tongues mingling, investigating every inch of each other’s mouths then Sara pulled back, leaning back so she was against the bed. She dodged around Jayne so she was behind her, never once getting off her knees; she lifted Jayne’s leg and put it round positioning it so her knee rested on the back of her neck. Jayne giggled, trying to keep her balance, as Sara proceeded to caress her clit, her thumb rubbing around the very edge, the place I’d already learnt must be her most sensitive part. Jayne moaned, Sara obviously hitting the right spot, her fingers now sliding into her pussy hole, her thumb still against her clit. She wasn’t making any noise now, but from the chewing of her lip I could tell she was enjoying every second of Sara’s probing. Knowing from then on it was going to get even hotter, I inserted my dildo into my already drenched pussy, idly sat there with 8 inches of silicone in me, my juices steadily dripping onto my bed as I pushed it further and further in, not wanting to move it to much, not wanting to make myself cum to fast when the good stuff hadn’t even started yet. Sara stopped her pussy probing, removing Jayne’s leg from her neck, she let her climb onto the bed, Jayne positioning herself in such a way I would be able to see everything, leaving me even more unsure about whether they knew about my spying. Not bothering to dwell on that matter for now, I let my eye fix itself on the girls now crawling over the bed, Jayne already settled into her favourite position, Sara squirming around, trying to decide where best to be, at the side so she can finger, or directly below so she can lick the cute pussy in front of her. Finally deciding on a side position, she resumed her light probing of her sweetheart’s vagina, her fingers sliding back up her wet tunnel, her knuckles banging against the entrance, and Jayne’s subtle moaning clarifying that every second Sara’s fingers were in her felt like a million years of pleasure. As her fingering became more vigorous, Jayne started to gasp for air, Sara’s name briefly etched on the edge of every single moan. Without even being there, I knew that every muscle is Jayne was clenching, her arms no longer supporting her weight, she flopped back, her legs kicked into the air at the same moment Sara pulled her fingers out of Jayne’s tightening pussy, her juices running freely from her as her perfect ass bucked into the air, the full extent of her orgasm visible in her epileptic response. After that show I could feel my own pussy tightening around my dildo, but I didn’t want to let myself cum yet, ripping the vibrator free of my vagina, I resorted to lightly flicking my clit, knowing it would keep my orgasm dormant, not quite letting it run free, not quite letting it die away. After a moment of controlling my own orgasm I realised I was missing the real show, the beloved’s next door had switched roles, Sara was flat on her back, legs spread wide her dark hair splayed over the edges of the bed, the veins in her neck standing to attention as she resisted the sensations Jayne’s tongue was leaving. Jayne’s tongue was longer than average, one of the traits she liked to show off on a regular basis, I could only imagine what it must feel like, from the look on Sara’s face, it was pretty damn good. Her hands were clenching Sara’s ass cheeks; her puffed up lips running over her partner’s wet labia, her tongue gently probing between the lips, only just touching the clit. Moving her hands, she parted Sara’s lips, her tiny clit on full display, not even hesitating she buried her mouth into her pussy, not rough but not gentle either, I could see her tongue working the clit, and then the tight pussy hole. Sara’s hands came up, pushing Jayne’s face further into her, forcing her to suck and lick her more, obscuring her vagina from my view. Somewhere while watching the girls I had put my fingers into my pussy, I hadn’t even noticed that I was fucking myself, my orgasm still lying dormant, not working myself enough to bring it on, but now I needed to, I forced my fingers forward, hitting my g-spot, wiggling them to hear the brief squishing sound of my juices gathering, ready to be expelled. The tongue licking now ceased, Sara letting Jayne breath once again. I regarded the object in Jayne’s hand. A double ended dildo. I stared as Jayne inserted on end into her lover, determined to repay the favour of making her cum, she pounded the purple thing into my friends pussy, already close to reaching orgasm, it took only a few well placed, perfectly executed thrusts and she was gasping for air. Being the bitch Jayne was, I knew that wouldn’t be the end, despite Sara’s orgasm reaching maximum velocity, she refused to pull it out, pounding it harder and harder into Sara’s contracting pussy. Sara’s orgasm subsiding, still she didn’t remove it, instead she bent the end up, grinding her hips until she was fully attached to the other end of the dildo, their pussy’s almost touching, I longed to be in the room with them, to closer inspect the situation at hand. Jayne bracing herself on one arm, crouched low of the dildo, grinding the object deep into her pussy and forcing it further into Sara’s still pulsing vagina. Minutes later I watched their pussy’s finally meet each other, the dildo entirely swallowed up by the two holes, their lips rubbing against each other. I couldn’t take any more, I moved my fingers as hard as possible and felt the orgasm tear though me at the same time as I watched both my friends pound there new found favourite toy, both simultaneously sliding up their end of the dildo, only for their pussy’s to meet again in the middle. I heard Sara cry out, her orgasm returning quickly, the first one probably not fully finished, her fluids, spurted out over the toy and Jayne who was still working the other end. I observed as Jayne unleashed another load of wetness as her 2nd orgasm hit, this time stronger, her pussy juices soaking Sara who willingly wiped the liquid off with her hands, licking off the droplets that clung to her skin. Following suit, I unleashed my load, not wanting to draw attention I held back my moan, or tried to, a gasp escaped my lips as my nectar ejected itself into the air. I lay back, I could hear the rustles next door of Sara and Jayne getting dressed, and I knew there was nothing left to see so I just lay back, relaxing, getting my breath back, mulling over tonight’s happenings. I heard a light knock on my wall, putting my eye to the hole I found a pair of lips in my way. “Next time, why don’t you come round here and watch”, Jayne said. I guess they did know about the hole after all.

Made in Notepad and then pasted here. enjoy! more coming soon. “Oh, ohhhh!” Tom pulls down his pants, while never letting his eye off the peep hole. Every Sunday night, these same five girls have gathered here and done amazing sexual things to each other in this abandoned old shack. Dan pulls out his stiffening cock and slowly strokes it. Inside the four women are completely naked, and surrounding a donkey this time. They are taking turns sucking on the donkey’s hugely disproportional dick, rubbing their breasts up and down its shaft and pressing their bodies all over the donkey. The donkey stands still and quite all this time, as if in a trance. The women gyrate against the donkey’s coarse fur, and one of them moves to the front and starts kissing the donkey on the mouth, letting his tongue wander around her mouth, and down her throat. They’re all on the very brink of an orgasm, and so is the donkey, who starts shaking and shuddering as he blows his load into a bowl that the woman have ready, but they don’t stop in their attentions, even when the donkey goes limp. The one with long dark hair and a beautiful figure pulls the blond out from under the donkey, then puts the donkey’s entire dick in her mouth. The donkey can’t stand still as she starts sucking hard on his entire member, and soon Tom can see the dick slowly making it’s way down her throat at it expands. The blond, not to be put off, goes to the rear of the donkey and starts sucking it’s balls, taking one huge testicle in her mouth and then the other, switching between the two. To Tom’s amazement, the donkey’s dick seems to have gone all the way down the dark haired one’s throat, but she doesn’t seem to be having any trouble breathing. Again, after another couple minutes of this the donkey starts shaking and shuddering, with him penis still bottomed out in this mysterious woman’s throat. Tom can actually see her stomach expanding as she chugs the cum. “Ah!” Tom accidentally lets out a sharp breath as he cums onto the wall of the shack, and immediately all five woman stop, and look directly at Tom. Tom's cock suddenly hangs slack, and he pisses himself. He tries to pull up his pants quickly, and glances down for an instant, but when he looks back up the women are gone. “Gotcha Tom.” Says the long, dark haired one, grabbing one of his thin arms, while another woman grabs his other arm. “Yeah, looks like we caught a peeper!” Several woman giggle, and Tom is pulled to his feet. They drag him inside, and he doesn’t even struggle. He’s still in shock, with his pants half down, being dragged backwards by these two insane woman like a sack of potatoes. Once inside, he sees the other half of the room which he was unable to view from his peep-hole, and among many sex toys that catch his eyes, there is a large, coffin sized, glass box with a padlock on the side. They throw him on the dirty floor, and surround him. “Well, what should we do to him girls” asks the dark haired girl. “What should be his punishment” “Maybe we could have him join us in the ritual” suggested a petite brunette. “Maybe…” says the long, dark haired girl, who is obviously the leader. The way she says it is an unmistakable no, and she’s trying to get them to say what she’s thinking. The rest of the girls catch on quickly. “Have sex with him until he cries” “Make the donkey have sex with him until he cries.” “Make him eat us out, then make him let the donkey eat him out” “Those are all very good ideas girls…” says the dark haired girl, but obviously is uncertain. Finally the tall, short, dark haired one that had been quiet steps up, and everyone hushes. “Perhaps this would be the perfect opportunity for… it” A smile plays across her lips, which is matched by the leader chick. All the other girls smile too, then they all pounce on Tom, each grabbing a limb, and the leader chick grabs hold of his head. Tom’s instincts kick in, and he regains control of his body, but as much as he struggles he can’t escape them. They seem unnaturally strong, and they lift him high in the air, then stuff him in the glass coffin, locking him in quickly. “Let me out!” Screams Tom, finding his voice, and banging on the glass. The women ignore him, and the leader goes over to a cabinet and takes out a huge two gallon jar filled to the brim with some mirky, red liquid. In the liquid there are thousands of long, blood red worms. She takes the worms over to the coffin, and the women start chanting, joining hands around the coffin. This seems to excite the worms inside of the jar, and they start wiggling twice as fast. Right then Tom notices for the first time holes in the lid, and the woman deftly places upturns the jar on a hole right above his crotch, not spilling a drop. The worms torrent through, like a facet, and begin burying Tom’s crotch,he starts pushing them off franticly, but it isn’t near fast enough. Suddenly Tom feels a biting pain in his penis, and sees a worm halfway into his pee hole. He tries to pull it out, but it has a firm anchor in him, and is too slippery. Very quickly it’s inside of him, and he can feel it’s cold body making it’s way deeper into him. He had been wrong about the jar, there was no liquid in it, only worms. He feels one after another slip between his fingers, then down his urethra, even though he has a tight grip on the head of his penis. Now, there’s a sharp biting at the base of his balls, and then several actually on his balls. Tom screams as the worms burrow into his ball sack and beyond, even though the pain is minimal after the first stinging bites. They are now flowing down his penis, and starting to flow into his ballsack, when Tom feels two simultaneous bites on his nipples, and looks down in time to see two thick red worms start to wiggle their way into his nipples. They even start to enter his ass, and Tom starts freaking out, his hands slapping his crotch, grabbing at his ass, and clutching at his chest to no avail. More and more start to wiggle into him, and he can feel them working their way deeper inside of him. His chests starts to swell from the amount of worms inside of him, and he can feel three separate pools of worms deep inside his gut; one deep in his ass, one in his bladder, and the last one at the end of a tunnel that they had all dug where his balls were. Tom tries to grab his dick and balls again to stem the tide, but it’s no use, and unbelievably Tom thinks his penis must be shrinking. He doesn’t remember it being that thin or short, even when flaccid. His ball sack is being stretched tight with all the worms entering him and fighting to work their way deeper inside of him, and he can feel them wiggling slimily right next to his balls, but slowly he starts to find that he can’t feel his balls against the worms anymore. Tom’s chest is now enormously swollen, so much so that his chest jiggles with his every movement, and his nipples have stretched and elongated, now accommodating two or three worms at a time, while his pee hole is fitting twice that, and his ball sack seems to be emptying and refilling at a rate similar to a water hose. Tom feels like he needs to poo and pee badly, and so he does, spilling out pounds of worms, and forcing one worm after another out of his pee hole in a steady stream. Much to Tom’s confusion, he can’t feel his penis anymore either, and when he reaches down to try and pull out the worms from his penis, he finds that he can’t find it. He cups his hand over his crotch, and under the layer of worms that are rushing into him, he can’t feel anything, not his balls or his dick. Tom screams louder, watching the worms flow into his crotch as his chest keeps expanding, and watches for what seems like forever, suddenly as if it were happening to someone else and not him. Dreamily, he watches the last few of the worms make their way into him, and then he lets his head fall back, exhausted. His belly is now distended as if he were pregnant. “Do you think it was a good idea to use them all” asks the brunette. “I just wanted to make sure it worked completely is all,” replies the leader. “it should be interesting to see how horny he, oops, I mean she will be with all of those estrogen parasites. Two gallons of those aught to have quite the appetite.” “You’re so cruel, I love you.” “I love you too, I love all of you.” And they all huddle together and start kissing. Tom groans loudly, and sits up. The women gasp. “She’s beautiful! What happened to her” The brunette gets tolerant looks from the other four. “We made a batch of these worms that feed off estrogen a little while back.” Explains the blond. “They’re supposed to be both a revenge and a pleasure. Remember we gave you one at the initiation” “Yeah, but they didn’t do anything to me. They just made him into a her.” “Well, they’re parasites, and need estrogen to survive. Give them to a woman, and no problem. They just go straight up your snatch and you’re a little more horny from then on. We thought we were going to use them on some prissy virgin cheerleaders, and see how much longer they’re virgins. I had no idea that they would do that to a guy though.” “Well, I did.” interrupts the leader. “I knew that if the worms had no source of estrogen, they’d go to the nearest animal and make it create estrogen. The fact that it made him beautiful is just a evolutionary thing, if your hotter you’ll get more action, and therefore more estrogen for the worms. You might not have noticed it, but your breasts did get bigger and firmer, and you lost some weight around your waist. You don’t even have acne anymore.” “Oh God.” Says Tom, trying to lift his head. He reaches down toward his crotch, past his swollen stomach, and instead of his usual ball sack and dick combo, he finds only a flat, smooth surface. That sure wakes him up, and he sits up straight, cracking his head on the lid. “Let her out.” Order the leader. The lock is undone, and Tom is able to sit up. Her belly is visibly shrinking, and her figure is starting to emerge. In seconds, the bulge is gone. Tom now has a tight waist, an shapely butt, large, perky breasts, longs, flowing blond hair, a models face, long, slender legs, and two neat little pussy lips with a neat trim of hair. she will never actually need to put on makeup, as her perfect face would actually be marred by any alteration. Tom stares at his pussy, then touches it. It’s tightly closed together, but the pleasure she gets from just lightly touching it causes a shiver to run down her body. she looks around at the women as if she were about to cry, a horrified look on her face. “Don’t worry Tom,” says the blond brightly. “We’ll take care of you and show you how everything works down there. We can even have some fun tonight.” Tom chokes on her words, then finally whispers. “Undo it.” “We can’t Tom.” Says the leader. “It’s kinda permanent, but why would you want to go back to being a guy so soon when you could see what it’s like to be a woman for a while” She reaches out and grabs Tom’s crotch, rubbing her finger up her tightly closed slit, and causing her to gasp. Tom’s cunt starts to heat up, and in seconds is becoming slick. Her pussy starts to swell as blood rushes to it, pushing her lips outward into a mound and to the side, splitting her cunt open and letting the folds start to show. “My name’s Melissa, and I think we’ll get to be the best of friends.” She starts to pull at Tom’s pussy folds, and she starts panting, a funny feeling building up inside of her, an instinctual need for something heating up her crotch and her insides. “What will we name you hmm” "my name is Tom!! change me back now!!!" “too bad, your name is Tomgirl now” She starts sliding her finger up and down Tom’s cunt, rubbing her lips and now moving in a circular motion. “Mmmm, yes.” Tom starts to gyrate her hips, and that’s when Melissa inserts a finger into her wet, hot sex hole. her cunt unconsciously grips at her finger, and she cries out in pleasure. “You’re now Tomgirl, like the girls that want to be boys, got it” She is now finger fucking her and she lays back in the coffin, pressing her cunt into the air to fry and get more of Melissa’s finger in her. “Yes, yes, ohHHH YESSS!” Tom screams out as her very first orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching tight on Mellisa’s finger.

Tom’s eyes flutter as she nearly passes out from her first orgasm. Tom sits up, and gets out of the glass box. She turns to face Melissa, and in one movement starts kissing her on the lips. Grabbing her ass and back, she pulls Melissa against her, so that their naked cunts touch each other and their juices mix. Tom feels oddly off balance, now that he is so much more top heavy, and their breasts smash together as they tightly hug each other and kiss. “Good girl, now would you like to help us with our sacrifice” she indicates the donkey still waiting patiently in the corner. “You’re gonna kill it!” Tom says, in between kissing her neck and shoulders. “No, one of us was going to sacrifice ourselves to the goddess of nature. Believe it or not, we were about to ask for more of those worms. If you do it it’ll be much more powerful since you’re still a virgin.” Tom’s pussy has already recovered, and the heat inside of her is completely unabated. Her pussy starts drooling onto the floor, and her nipples stick out into the night air. Tom is hardly able to think straight for all of the lust, and all she knows is that that donkey can satisfy her. She walks over to the donkey, and runs her dainty hand over its coarse back. The other five girls sit down to watch. “Let him eat you, Tom. Let him taste his gift.” Tom walks in front of the donkey, her hips swaying, and pets its head. Immediately, without any coaxing, the donkey sticks its long, sticky tongue out and runs it from her butt crack to her slit, making Tom squeal. Then the donkey dives right in, the tip of his tongue scooping just into Tom’s folds, licking up her juices, which are now flowing freely. More and more tongue enters Tom with each lick, and soon Tom has another orgasm, this time standing up. She becomes weak kneed, but doesn’t fall over as her pussy sprays the nose of the donkey with cum. The donkey lick it off his nose, then wipes up the mess running down Tom’s legs, finally cleaning her pussy. Tom was perfectly willing to let him do it again, but Melissa stops her. “Enough Tom, now return the favor.” Tom gets down on her knees without a second thought, and crawls under the donkeys belly. The donkey’s penis has retreated fully into it’s sheath, but Tom puts the furry sheath in her mouth anyway. It tastes almost dusty, with a hint of salty, and Tom plunges her tongue into the fold of skin to lick the actual shaft and head. The dick immediately expands several inches, and rushes to the back of her throat. Tom is amazed at the donkey’s virility, after already cummed twice, but immediately starts sucking and licking the donkeys head. She cant even begin to deep throat it like Melisa did, but that doesn’t stop her from doing her best to make that donkey feel incredible. Tom runs her tongue quickly over the still swelling head, swirling around the edge one second, dipping into the pee hole another, and flicking and licking across the top in between while still sucking and maintaining a rhythm. “She’s a natural.” Comments the red head, who until then hadn’t spoken. To Tom, the blow job is incredibly hot, and her pussy is on fire when the donkey finally cums. her mouth is flooded with thick, hot cum, which she quickly swallows, only to be filled up again with another gush. She swallows it all. The donkey brays loudly this time, and now all the girls surround Tom. They pull what looks like a pommel horse out from the corner of the room, but it’s obviously shaped to the form of the female body. “Lay down Tom.” Commands Melisa, and she obeys. She fits snuggly into the indentions, and is now bent over. “May the god of nature accept this sacrifice to her creation, and may she grant us what we desire in return.” Shouts Melisa, and then the donkey jumps on top of Tom’s back, but the weight of the donkey is put on the pommel. The donkey’s member is miraculously now rock hard, and strikes Tom’s pussy square on the first thrust. Tom is so wet that he slides right in, stretching her from the width of a pencil to the width of a baseball bat in seconds. Searing pain stabs through Tom as her hymen is broken, and blood trickles out of her cunt, mixed with the cum. The donkey slams six inches of his two feet into her before her tightness brings his momentum to a stop. He begins pounding Tom’s impossibly tight vagina, pulling and pressing at the stretched pussy walls, causing Tom to shout out in pain with every forceful thrust. Each thrust brings the donkey deeper, and soon he’s able to go ten inches deep into Tom. Tom, despite the pussy splitting pain, orgasms, and clenches hard on the thick member as cum sprays out of the tight junction of their two sexes. The donkey is braying with every thrust, and is becoming more and more forceful, now plowing an inch deeper with every thrust until he hits a wall, Tom’s cervix, at sixteen inches. The pain is still very real, but the pleasure is nearly drowning it out as Tom rocks to the motion of the donkey, trying to drive him deeper still. The whole world is now that cock to Tom, and she wants to please the Gods by taking it all. She rocks harder as the donkey slams into her cervix again and again with all of its body weight, slowly crushing her cervix and wedging it open. Suddenly, the muscles in her cervix are forced open by the pounding penis, and the donkey now slides hilt deep into Tom in one thrust. He just touches the back of Tom’s womb, and then draws out, just barely staying inside of Tom’s uterus, then slamming hilt deep again. Tom screams in ecstasy as she orgasms so powerfully she black out for a second. Only to wake up the next still orgasming, her entire body clenched and frozen up as the donkey continues pumping. The donkey is building up to a massive cum, and then just a few seconds after he empties his balls into her. He bottoms out once more, but then stays there. Tom feels the cum coming as the donkey’s penis swells, then erupts deep inside of her, swelling her belly with cum, none of it makes it past Tom’s tightly griping cervix, but somehow her uterus stretches as an unnatural amount of cum fills Tom. Tom’s belly is pressed harder and harder against the pommel horse thing, as the donkey is still on her back pressing her down, but then a trap down is released by the girl with the short dark hair, and both Tom’s breasts and her belly hang freely. A drop of white liquid drops from Tom’s breast, and doesn’t go unnoticed by her. Without a word, she latches her mouth onto Tom’s breast, and draws Tom’s milk out, drinking it like she was dying of thirst. Before Tom knows it, someone else is on her other breast, and while the donkey soaks itself inside Tom’s warm cunt, they hungrily suck on Tom. This just sends Tom into one more orgasm, the pleasure now becoming unwelcome, but Tom can’t bring herself to stop it. She pulls and sucks the last of the donkey’s seed out, and is still orgasming when the donkey backs off of her, slowly pulling himself out and over stimulating the now raw and sensitive nerves inside Tom’s pussy. Not a drop of cum makes it past Tom’s thirst womb as her cervix scrapes the donkey’s dick clean, leaving only her own juices on him. Two of the girls not drinking Tom’s milk go to clean off the donkey with their tongues, and Melisa puts her face right in Tom’s flaring, stretched pussy and starts sucking the juices out of it, and Tom arches from the pleasure, an reflex to avoid the overstimulation that only gave her a better angle. Tom brings her cunt back down out of the air, with Melisa still licking and sucking, and ends up sitting her cunt on Melisa’s mouth, and Melisa proceeds to give Tom a practiced and professional blowjob. Tom begins humping Melisa’s face as her tongue goes deep into Tom’s loosened hole, and more and more milk is sucked from her tit’s. Tom orgasms again, her vagina now almost in pain from fatigue, and drenches Melisa’s face and chin is pussy juice. They all finally stop, and Tom get’s off the pommel horse, her pussy sore and her nipples erect. On the floor of the cabin are jars and jars of the worms, and on top of the pile is a small gold necklace with the female symbol on it. Ingraved on the symbol is Tom’s name. “Incredible, look at all of this. This should be enough for anything we wanted to do for the rest of the year! Maybe even our life.” Tom picks up the necklace and puts it on. “Whoa, Tomgirl. You’re a guy again.” Melisa walks over an looks at Tom in amazement. Tom looks down at herself, and sees only her female body. “That can’t be, I’m still a girl.” Says Tom. Melisa reaches down and grabs Tom’s crotch, squeezing her pussy, and blinks in surprise. “I can feel that you have a pussy, but it looks like you have a dick. It must be an illusion! The gods must really like you Tom, they gave you a personal present.” Tom takes of the amulet, then puts it back on, and to everyone else, it’s as if Tom was there, then Tomgirl, then Tom again, and finally back to Tomgirl again. “Oh!” Tom suddenly says, and reflexively places a hand on her slit. She had felt a sudden deep ache in her vagina, and she starts leaking cum onto the floor again. “I’m still so hot, how is this possible” cries Tom. “It’s all of the worms, they’re still hungry apparently, and they’re forcing you to feel pleasure in order for you to produce more hormones like estrogen.” “How do I make it stop My pussy is still sore from the donkey!” Tom starts squirming, intense pleasure building rapidly in her pussy with no release in sight. Melissa quickly walks over to her jeans that are laying abandoned in a corner, and takes out something from the pocket. Turning around, Tom sees that it is two silver snakes twisted around each other. As they near Tom, their eyes glow green, and they begin to come to life. Their silver skin turns green, and they begin twisting upon each other, apparently having sex on Melissa’s hand. Melissa places them at Tom’s slit, and the rapidly slide up her, still twisting around and procreating. The snakes seem much bigger once inside of Tom, and she drops to the floor and curls in a tight ball, moaning as the snakes gently stimulate her, gradually bringing her to an orgasm to release the built up heat in her pussy. She orgasms, and spreads her legs wide to increase the pleasure, jetting creamy cum into the air. The snakes, however, slide further up Tom, and don’t stop moving, actually gyrating a little faster. They seem to be growing, and now fill Tom’s entire cunt, their tails just sticking out of her, and the two girls hold Tom’s feet up in the air, spreading her open and letting the snakes slide deeper. They seem to flow right to the back of Tom’s cunt, and their tails slip back into her cunt. They’ve now expanded so wide that they wouldn’t fit past Tom’s tight entrance, since the inside of her cunt can actually stretch wider. The two snakes become at least two inches thick individually, but they still gently massage Tom’s pussy with their soft scales. Tom orgasms again, and a third time, screaming from the unwanted amounts of pleasure that she has no control over. Someone starts playing with her slit, then touches a button of flesh that makes Tom’s eyes roll up in her head. Melisa had located Tom’s clit, and now mercilessly starts rubbing it, alternating between Tom’s swollen pussy lips and her swollen clit. Tom cries and screams as one orgasm after another rocks her body, her cum pooling underneath her. She has no idea how long this goes on, but it feels like an eternity for Tom whose pussy seems to always have just one more orgasm in it, and it’s always so much better/worse than the last one. Tears streaming down her face, Tom has yet another torturously pleasureable cum as she pisses herself at the same time. “I think that should hold her for a while.” Says Melisa, watching the day break through the window. Tom lays there panting and drenched in sweat, her cum, and the donkeys cum, and Melisa reaches her fingers down into Tom and catches the tails of the two snakes. Slowly, she pulls them out, widening Tom’s entrance more and more, causing her to bounce up and down on the ground, even though her feet are still held tightly. At the widest point of the two, still twisting snakes, Tom’s tiny little hole that had started at the base of her slit and used to only be the width of a pencil is now stretched open to the entire length of her slit. The two snakes finally fall out of Tom, and immediately turn to silver again. “How do you feel” “Used… empty.” Tom gasps between breaths. Her pussy is slowly now shrinking back into it’s neat little self again, closing back up and shrinking flush with Tom’s crotch. “Welcome to the sisterhood of the dancing witches.” She offers out a hand to Tom, and Tom takes it, lifting herself off the ground.

This is my entry in the "Calling All Writers - Chapter 6" challenge on the Sex Stories forum on www.xnxx.com. (That's for those pricks who steal stories and post them elsewhere.) The theme of this challenge was to write a story about unrequited love, referencing the song "All I Have to do is Dream," popularized by the Everly Brothers as a hit single released in April, 1958. There's a catch: writers who entered the challenge were to write from the point of view of the opposite sex. I'm a man, so I had to write as a female. PLEASE NOTE: This is not a pretty story. Wantsomefun. * * * * * I've thought about it a lot. I have a story to tell. Sitting in this motel room, I've decided to write it all down. The best way for me to organize my thoughts is to put them on paper. It doesn't matter if someone reads this. They know who I am, and they're getting close. I won't run any more, but I won't go to jail, either. I'm sure some smart-ass will call it suicide by cop, but they'll be wrong. I'd like to live a long life. Still, when they come for me, there's going to be trouble. I know what's going on. I've known it for years. I have some “abnormalities,” as the psychiatrists call them Some people would use these as an excuse for bad behavior. They're weak. Not me. I'm strong. My childhood made me that way. I detest weak people. That's part of the problem. Women are supposed to be the weaker sex. Men are supposed to be the strong ones. Mom and Dad always said that. I bought it for a while, growing up. Dad was strong. He was a big man, but he was known as a gentle, kind man, at least in public. No one knew what he was like at home. No one saw the bruises he used to put on my mother and me. No one heard her scream in the bedroom. I remember crying myself to sleep as a little girl after hearing her beg him not to do something to her, and then hearing her crying and yelling. On my twelfth birthday, I woke up to her screams. She was louder than usual, and she sounded hysterical. When I went to their bedroom door, I could hear the slap of his belt on her flesh. I stood there crying and scared. I guess I must have been too loud, because suddenly the door opened and Dad's big hand grabbed my arm and whipped me into the room. Mom was naked on their bed, face down and spread eagle, with all four limbs tied to the bedposts. She had red welts all over her buttocks and thighs. “I'll teach you to spy on us, you little cunt!” my father roared. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he sat and held me on his lap. “Look at your mother, you little bitch! She misbehaved, so she's getting punished. Now you've misbehaved, too. You know the rules. You are never to eavesdrop on us, and you are never to talk to anyone about anything that happens in this house. Do you understand?” I was too terrified to speak. “Do you understand me, Becky?” “Yes, Dad.” “Let her go, Ralph, please,” my mother sobbed. “Shut up, whore,” he growled. “I'll let her go, but not until she's had her birthday present.” “NO! YOU CAN'T!” my mother screeched. “Why do you have to keep proving how stupid you are, Joan? I'm not some sick fuck like you probably wish I was. No, all she's getting is the belt. The fun things I save for you, my love.” My father picked me up roughly and slammed me down across his lap. With one big hand, he yanked my nightgown up and my panties down, and with the other he held my head down on the bed. All I could see was my mother's crying face. I was used to getting spanked or hit pretty often for something. Usually Dad just used his hand, which was bad enough, and usually I was dressed, at least in my underwear. This was the first time I got a bare-bottom spanking with the belt. “You're old enough to know respect now, to know about privacy. To make sure you remember, you're going to get a swat for every year on those creamy white ass cheeks of yours. You'd better not cry. One!” The pain was like nothing I had ever imagined. The closest thing I had ever felt to that was when I fell off my bike on gravel and brush-burned my arm a couple of months earlier. This stinging was much worse. “Two! Three! Four!” Mom was crying loudly now. In a way, I was glad, because I knew her noise might keep Dad from hearing me. I didn't want to find out what would happen if he did. “Five!” It seemed like he must not have been counting right. It felt like that leather strap had cut me a hundred times by then. “Six! Seven! Eight!” The pain was unbearable I struggled not to scream. “Nine! Ten! You're going to remember, aren't you Becky?” he roared. I was afraid to open my mouth, so I just nodded my head. “Eleven! Twelve!” Then Dad laughed, quietly. Still holding the belt in his hand, he stroked my wounded buttocks gently. “You'll remember what you've learned tonight, won't you, baby girl?” “Yes, Dad, I'll remember. I'll be good,” I whimpered. I started trying to breathe again. It was over. Why was he still holding my head down? “I'm sure you will. Dad loves you, you know. I want you to grow up to be a good woman and a good wife some day. Not like your stupid, ugly slut of a mother. Always be a good girl. Then I won't have to do this.” I felt Dad push my legs apart, and then the belt slammed down on the tender flesh between them. “Now go to bed. I don't want to see you or hear you until your mother comes and gets you for breakfast.” I yanked up my panties and ran to my room. The only way I could safely cry myself to sleep was to bury my head under my pillow. The next morning, when I went to the bathroom, there was a little blood on the toilet tissue. At breakfast, neither of my parents said a word about the events of the night before. It was as though they never happened. I started to suspect that other families didn't do some of these things Other girls had friends come over to their house, but no one was allowed to visit me if Dad was going to be home. Other girls got to sleep over at their friends' houses, but not me. I knew this was because my parents were afraid a friend would see the marks on me. I decided that what my Dad did to Mom and me was wrong, but it was the only life I knew. * * * * * Early on the morning of my fifteenth birthday, Dad came to my room and woke me up. “Becky, you don't have to go to school today,” he said. “It's your birthday, so you can stay home. Help your Mom around the house today, and then we'll go out for your birthday dinner when I get home. Would you like that, honey?” “Really? Thanks, Dad! I hate school.” “I know you do, baby girl. Don't worry. I wouldn't send you if I didn't have to, but the law says you have to go to school. One day off won't hurt, though.” “Why do they make you send me to school, Dad?” “I don't know, Becky. I can see it for a boy, I guess. Boys have to grow up and get jobs and support a family. Girls have to grow up and stay home and take care of the house and the babies. They don't need school to do that. They don't teach a girl the stuff she needs to know in school, anyway.” “You mean the things you and Mom teach me?” I asked. “Yes. You know you're supposed to do what a man tells you to do. You're getting better with tools, you know how to do some housework, you're good in the garden, and you wash dishes. I'm going to have your mother teach you some other things, starting today.” “Like what, Dad?” “It's time you learned more about cooking and baking. In fact, here's a great idea. I'll have Mom take you to the grocery store today. You'll get everything you need to make your own birthday cake. Mom can help you make it.” “I've helped Mom make cakes with mixes before, Dad. I wonder if I can make one from scratch?” “You want to do that, baby girl? We can have it for desert when we get home from dinner.” “OK, Dad,” I said. As always, we kissed on the lips, and then he went downstairs while I got dressed. I had a good time with Mom that day. She had the radio on in the kitchen while we worked on my birthday cake. Just as I put in in the oven, my favorite “oldies” song came on. The Everly Brothers sang, “When I want you in my arms When I want you and all your charms Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream Dream, dream, dream....” I hummed along to the song as I started washing the mixing bowl. “You really like that song, don't you, Becky?” my mom asked. “Yeah, Mom, I do.” “What do you think about when you hear it?” “I guess I think about what it will be like to be in love. What's it supposed to make me think about?” I asked. “Oh, I don't know what the songwriter wanted you to think about. I just wanted to know what it means to you,” Mom said. “You know what I think about when I hear that song?” “No.” “I think about the way it was when I was young, when I first met your father. I was just a little older than you are now. The first time I saw him, he was playing basketball with some of his friends. I watched him for over an hour. I had never felt like that looking at any other boy. The next time I saw him was a couple of weeks later. There was a teen dance at the pavilion at the park. A local band started playing a cover of that song, and your father came over and asked me to dance. Later that night, I got my first ever kiss from him. I knew he would be my husband some day,” Mom said. Suddenly I knew my mother was going to cry. I knew all the signs. God knows I had seen them enough times. “He wasn't always like this, Becky. Your father was a good man, the only man I ever loved. And now sometimes I think I hate him.” “Mom!” “I'll never leave him, honey. He means well, I know he does. In his own way, he's trying to show you and me how much he loves us, but it just comes out all wrong. I try to do what will make him happy, but I'm just not good enough, so he has to punish me. If I could be a better wife for him, maybe he'd be nicer to me.” Dad took us to the diner/truck stop on the edge of town. I used to love that place because they served breakfast twenty-four hours a day. Not every girl gets to have blueberry pancakes and sausage for their birthday dinner. When we got home, Mom lit the fifteen candles on my cake. I carried it into the living room and set it on the coffee table. Mom told me to make a special wish and to blow out the candles, which I did. “What did you wish for, Becky?” my father asked. “Now Ralph, you know she can't tell you that. Telling ruins the wish,” Mom said. “Oh, all right then,” my father said. I was glad she said that. I would have been pretty embarrassed to admit that I had wished for a boyfriend. Lately, I had been noticing boys a lot. Some of the girls at school had boyfriends and talked about how they loved them. I wanted that love. More and more, I was convinced that the love my parents had for each other and the emotional relationship I had with my father were not normal. For my first attempt at a “made-from-scratch” cake, I thought it turned out pretty well. Dad had a big piece and told me how good it was, although I noticed he didn't eat the icing. He was nice to me the rest of the evening, but I could tell he was angry inside about something. I knew Mom was going to have a rough night. The yelling and screaming in my parents' bedroom that night was louder that it had ever been. I could hear Dad telling Mom how stupid she was, which was nothing new. This time, though, it seemed as though he was mad about me. “You're supposed to be teaching her, you stupid bitch!” my father raged. “And what did she learn? How to damn near poison me?” Then I heard the first slap of his belt on her flesh. I knew better, but I had to do something. This was not my mother's fault. I ran to their door and knocked. “Dad?” “What?” he yelled. “I need to talk to you, Dad.” He ripped the door open so hard the knob put a hole in the bedroom wall. “Eavesdropping again, you little shit?” he screamed at me as he threw me on their bed next to Mom. “No, Dad, I wasn't. But you were so loud I heard you in my room. I'm sorry my cake made you sick,” I whimpered. I knew he was going to beat the shit out of me. “Who made the fucking icing?” my father roared. “I did. I made everything. It wasn't Mom's fault,” I sobbed. “I'm so sorry, Dad.” My father grabbed me by the throat with one hand and squeezed. My mother saw him, but the terror on her face told me she would do nothing. He grabbed her hair and yanked her up to sit next to me. “Which one of you worthless cunts decided to make THAT fucking icing?” he shouted. His hand on my throat was just loose enough to give me the air to croak, “I thought you liked strawberry icing.” “Not with fucking coconut in it!” he screamed. “I hate that shit! You think I let you knock off school and took you out to a nice dinner for your birthday so you could serve me that? I ougtha kill you, you stupid bitch!” “Ralph, please, she didn't know. I let her pick a recipe out of my cookbooks,” my mother cried. “You useless piece of shit! You know I hate coconut!” he spat in her face, yanking her head back and forth by the hair. “I should have known better than to think you could teach her anything worthwhile. You're a good-for-nothing cum-dumpster, that's all you are!” With that, he slammed our heads together. I blacked out. When I woke up, my wrists and ankles were all tied together behind my back. My mother was trussed up the same way. We were lying on our sides, facing each other. Mom was naked. She was sweating and grimacing in pain, but most of her noise was muffled by her panties crammed in her mouth. Dad was lying behind her, fucking her in the ass. When he finished, he pulled the panties out of her mouth, and then got up and walked over to the side of the bed where I was. He rolled me over onto my back. Immediately, I felt the muscles in the backs of my thighs start to cramp. “Never feed me coconut! When I let you out of here, you're going downstairs. You're cleaning the whole fucking kitchen and getting rid of anything there that has coconut in it before you go to bed. You hear me?” “Yes, Dad.” “And you know nothing at all about anything that goes on in this house. If I ever find out that you've talked to anyone, anyone at all, you'll get what your mother just got. In fact, I oughta make you clean off my cock, just for being here.” I was paralyzed with fear, seeing my father's penis only inches from my face. It was wet, and there were traces of red and brown slime on it. “Ralph, please, she's only fifteen,” Mom sobbed. “Shut up, bitch. This is my house and my daughter. She eats the food and wears the clothes that I earn the money to buy. I make the fucking rules.” He reached across me and punched her in the stomach. He untied me. “Take off your clothes.” “Ralph, no!” my mother pleaded. “I thought I told you to shut the fuck up!” Dad barked at Mom. He punched her again and crammed the panties back into her mouth. Turning to me, he said, “And I thought I told you to get naked.” “Dad, please, I'm a virgin,” I sobbed. There was no point in physically resisting him. He was much too big and strong, and I knew he would only hurt me more. “You'd better be a damn virgin! What is it with you women? You think I'm some kind of pervert? You think I'm going to rape you? Well, you're too young. Now get those clothes off. I want to see what kind of a woman you're growing up to be.” Sobbing, I pulled my nightgown up over my head. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands. “Panties too.” I struggled to get my panties down while still covering my breasts with my hand and arm. Finally, my only garment dropped to the floor. I stood there, cowering, not daring to look at my father, trying to cover my nakedness with my hands. “You stupid cunt. How dare you defy me?” he hollered, smacking the side of my head with his meaty open hand. “I said I wanted to see you. Put your fucking hands behind your back!” I guess I didn't move fast enough. I barely registered him grabbing me before he flung me face first onto the bed. “Don't you move. Don't you dare fucking move,” my father said. This time, his voice was stern and cold. When he sounded like that, I knew it was going to get bad. My dad picked his belt up from the floor. “Do you remember the last time I had to give you the belt on your bare ass? It was a few years ago on your birthday. You were listening in on your mom and me, invading our privacy. Now you've done it again, plus you've been defiant. I guess you need to be taught a lesson again. One!” It felt like he was slashing me with a sword. “Two!" He had never beaten me this severely. As he counted, I wondered if I was going to pass out from the pain. “Fifteen! Now roll over!” Shaking with fear and pain, I managed to turn over, completely exposing my nakedness to him. “I hope your memory gets a little better about the rules around here. When I tell you to do something, you do it. You don't question it. You don't hesitate. You don't talk outside this house. And you don't let anyone touch this” -- he smacked my left breast with the belt -- “or this” -- my right breast exploded in pain from the impact of the leather -- “or this.” The stinging tip of the belt slashed through my pubic hair and burned my vaginal opening. “Now get out of here and do your cleaning!” * * * * * On my eighteenth birthday, my father granted me the privilege of making a full course dinner for him, with home-made soup, a salad of vegetables I had picked that day from the garden I kept, fried chicken, which I had to clean and bread myself, hand-cut fried potatoes, and chocolate birthday cake with chocolate icing. Mom had my favorite Everly Brothers album on the stereo. After dinner, we went in the living room to watch TV. When the show was over, Dad went out to his car. He came back in with two paper bags. He set one of them on the kitchen table, and then came back into the living room with the other. “You're all grown up, Becky. You're an adult woman now, so I bought you an adult gift. Open it.” He handed me the brown bag. Inside was a bottle of whiskey. “You're going to have a birthday drink with your old man, baby girl. Normally, I don't allow drinking in my house, but this is a special occasion.” He took the bottle and walked back into the kitchen. I could hear him getting ice cubes out of the freezer. In a minute, he was back carrying two tumblers and a juice glass on a tray. “A birthday drink for you, sweetheart,” he said to me, handing me a glass. “It's whiskey and soda. You'll like it. And here's a drink for you, Joan,” he said, turning to my mom. “Oh Ralph, you know I don't like whiskey.” “Well I do. That's why I'm taking mine straight. We're going to drink a toast to our daughter who has grown up to be a beautiful young woman. I suggest you drink, too. To Becky!” He raised his glass toward me and then took good swallow of his liquor. Mom, not wanting to anger my father, began sipping hers, and I took a taste, too. It burned a little going down. Dad sat down on the sofa next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. “You do know I love you, don't you baby girl?” “Yes, Dad.” “And you know I just want you to grow up to be a good woman, right?” “Yes, Dad.” “Good, Becky, good. Finish your drink, honey. I'll make you another. You too, Joan, drink up.” He came back with fresh drinks for Mom and me and the bottle for himself. “I bought you a special present. It's just from me. Go get that bag on the kitchen table.” As I got up, I realized that I was feeling a little funny. I guessed I might have been getting a little drunk. I couldn't imagine why Dad seemed normal, at least for him, considering he was drinking straight from the bottle. I brought the bag back into the living room and sat down on the couch next to my dad again. “Well don't just sit there. Open your birthday gift,” my father said with a smile. I opened the bag and pulled out a box that looked professionally wrapped. Inside was a long white gown. It was beautiful, floor-length, with spaghetti straps, a lace bodice, and a dangerous-looking slit up the side. This was a major departure from anything I ever owned, and suddenly, I knew I would be as good as naked wearing it. “Ralph, I don't think that's an appropriate …” my mother began. “Shut up, Joan. Drink your damn drink,” my father barked. “Becky, stand up and hold it up against you.” I could feel my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Even though I was fully dressed, simply holding the gown in front of me over my clothes made me feel nude, vulnerable, indecently exposed. “Beautiful, baby girl, absolutely beautiful. You'll make a man very happy some day,” my father said. He was smiling. It was his cruel smile, the one he sometimes wore when he was thinking about doing something awful to my mother. But this time he was looking at me. We finished our drinks and went upstairs. As they were getting ready for bed I heard my mother say, “I don't understand how I could get so drunk on two drinks, Ralph.” “You're such a damn lightweight,” Dad grumbled. “Lie down and go to sleep.” A few minutes later, I could hear Mom snoring. I really wasn't sleepy. I read for a while. Even though the only sound in the house was the light, hypnotic sound of my mother deep in sleep, the silence wasn't comforting, and it certainly wasn't making me drowsy. Maybe some music would help. I stuck my favorite tape in my deck and put on my headphones. Maybe the lyrics would relax me. “Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream...” Dad opened my door. “Still awake, Becky?” he asked. “Yes, Dad.” He was dressed for bed in his usual sleeveless “wife-beater” undershirt and the boxer shorts he had no doubt worn that day. “Did you try on your gown?” “No.” “Don't you like it?” There was a little edge to his voice, the tone that usually preceeded one of his rages. “Oh yes, Dad. It's beautiful,” I said. “Then you should try it on.” “Now?” “Yes, now.” “It's kind of see-through,” I said. “Becky, try it on. Now. I want to see how it looks on you.” I knew there was no point in delaying this. It was my job to do what Dad wanted. I was embarrassed to show him my body, but I knew he was going to see it anyway. Resisting him would only make the beating more severe. “May I change in the bathroom?” I asked. He sighed. A tiny bit of the anger seemed to fade from his eyes. “Just be quick about it.” I grabbed the negligee from my bureau and ran out my bedroom door. Mom's snoring seemed loud, even when I had closed the bathroom door. Looking in the mirror as I pulled off my old nightie, I realized how much I looked like my mother in old photos she had shown me. She always filled a blouse well, and my breasts were pretty much like hers. My legs were nicer, I thought, and my hips were narrower that hers in the pictures, before she got pregnant with me. Still, I looked a lot like her. I knew she was pretty, and I knew that guys thought I was pretty, too. Damn it! Why do I have to be weak like her, too? I started to cry. “Becky! What the hell is taking so long?” Dad yelled as he knocked on the door. Oh shit! He's going to beat the hell out of me. I could already imagine the bruising, cutting, burning impact of his belt on my ass. “I wanted to wash up first, Dad. I wanted to look as nice as I could in this pretty gown,” I said through the door, fighting to make my voice sound cheerful. “All right. Just hurry up,” he said. He sounded a little calmer. Quickly, I washed my face and brushed my hair. I pulled off my panties and put the gown on over my head. When it was clear of my face, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The filmy white fabric flowed down over my nakedness, hardly concealing me at all. “Oh God, please make him like what he sees,” I prayed. “Please let him think I look good.” I walked back into my room. Dad had turned out the overhead light. He was standing at my desk, the desk lamp turned to glare in my face. He was in the shadows behind it. “You're beautiful, Becky,” he said. His voice sounded odd, different than I was used to hearing it. He didn't sound angry, but he didn't sound like he was smiling, either. “Turn around.” I did. “Slower. Let me see you.” I obeyed. I was terrified. I felt dirty, humiliated, worthless. I knew I was weak. As I turned slowly back to face him, I was horrified to realize that my fear had made my nipples come erect. “Mmmm. Nice,” my father said quietly. “Now Becky, it's time for me to take over teaching you some things. You want to be a good wife some day, don't you?” “Yes, Dad,” I whispered. I knew if I spoke aloud my voice would break. “A wife's job is to serve her husband, right, Becky?” “Yes.” “Good girl. And what ways do you know to serve your man?” “Cooking nice meals, keeping the house clean, washing and ironing, taking care of the yard and the garden, fixing the things around the house that I'm strong enough to do,” I said. The light hurt my eyes, and I was too scared to look at my father anyway. “I'm trying to be good at all those things.” “You're doing OK,” Dad said. “But there are more things a good wife does for her husband.” I said nothing as he turned the light down toward the desk. As my eyes adjusted, I saw his engorged penis poking through the opening in his shorts. “A good wife knows how to give her man pleasure. Get over here.” “No, Dad, please, no,” I whimpered. I finally understood what he wanted. “NO?” he shouted. “Get the fuck over here, get on your knees, and suck my cock, you worthless whore. You need to know how to do this right.” As soon as I was in front of him, he smacked me on the side of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to my knees. “First, I want you to fondle it and stroke it. Be gentle. It's sensitive.” He grabbed my hand and held it around his erection, stroking himself slowly with my fingers. “Now lick it.” He forced my head forward, so his penis banged into my lips. “Open you damn mouth and lick the head of my cock,” he commanded. I had no choice. I used my tongue to stroke the end of his throbbing erection. “That's good. That's very good. Now lick up and down the whole length of it, Becky,” he growled. I complied. I had never done anything like this before. I knew what a blowjob was, of course, by that age, but I had never done it. I had never even kissed a boy. I was always afraid of what would happen if my father found out. “Oh that feels good, baby girl. Mmmm. Wait!” He used my hair to yank my head back so he could look in my eyes. “Have you ever done this before? And don't you fucking lie to me!” “No, Dad, I swear.” “You better not have. I want to teach you everything.” He was glaring at me with an expression I had never seen before. I was afraid he would kill me if I didn't do exactly what he told me to do. “Open your mouth. Make sure I don't feel your teeth. Now suck.” His penis was in my mouth. It was hot and swollen on my tongue. “Good, baby girl, good. Now move your mouth down on it as far as you can. Use your tongue on it too,” he said, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. When he hit my throat, he kept pushing until I started to gag. “You'll get better with practice.” He kept ramming my head on and off him. Suddenly, he pulled me away from him and dragged me to my feet by my hair. Grabbing me, he forced my tongue into his mouth as he ground his erection against my belly. I could feel his moisture on my skin. “Now I'm going to teach you to fuck,” he said. “No, Dad, please, no, you'll hurt me.” “Only the first time. You're a woman now. It's time for you to feel a man's cock in you.” He threw me on my bed and climbed on top of me. He ripped the bodice of my gown off my breasts and pawed at them. Then he yanked away the fabric covering my pelvis. “I'm going to take your cherry now, Becky,” he said as he began to force my legs apart. “No, Dad! No, please, no!” I screamed as I felt him invade me. Suddenly the door flew open. My mother stood there, a mix of terror and rage on her face. “What are you doing, Ralph? No!” she screamed. My father plunged himself into me. I thought he had torn me in half. When I stopped screaming, I heard his shrieks of laughter. “Shut up and go to bed, Joan,” he yelled. “You're raping my daughter! Stop!” Mom shrieked. “Too late now!” my dad cackled. “Someone's gotta teach her how to fuck, and it sure as hell can't be you!” “I'm going to stop you!” my mother screamed as she ran from the room. I could feel a lot of moisture through the pain in my vagina. I knew my father hadn't ejaculated, since he was still pounding me. I was repulsed, not turned on, so I knew it wasn't the moisture I had been told a woman normally makes during sex. It had to be my blood. My virgin blood was lubricating my vagina, aiding my impossibly strong, lust-crazed, sick father in his incestuous rape of me on the night of my eighteenth birthday. All the insults, all the beatings I had suffered growing up were nothing compared to this act of degradation. My mother's voice broke into my agonized thoughts. “Stop, Ralph,” she said, her voice cold. “I mean it.” Dad and I both looked at Mom. She was standing there, shaking, her face streaming with tears. She had my father's pistol in her hand. Dad stiffened for a moment, and then laughed nervously. “Put that thing away before someone gets hurt, Joan,” he said. “Someone is going to get hurt if you don't get off her now.” “You don't even know how to use that thing,” my father said, still shoving himself in and out of me. “It can't be that hard,” Mom said, extending her arm until the gun barrel was touching my father's ear. “Put the fucking gun down, Joan. Now,” my father said in a bad imitation of his authoritative tone. “Get off my daughter,” Mom replied. “Or what?” “I'll shoot you.” Her finger was on the trigger. I imagined I could see her pulse in that finger as it gradually tightened its grip. My father took a deep breath. He had stopped thrusting inside me. “You don't have the guts. Look at you. You're shaking like a leaf. You're too weak to even hold the thing right. Go back to bed, and let me finish what I've started.” “No,” my mother said. The gun went off. I came to my senses in the tub. I was nude. The shower head was spraying water on me, and Mom was kneeling on the bathroom floor, scrubbing my breasts. Pink water was running down the drain. “Becky, can you hear me?” “Mom, what did you do?” “Oh my poor sweet child. I had no choice. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't stand up to him so many times before. I'm so sorry I didn't take you and run away. I was too weak,” she cried. “Did you kill him?” “Yes, honey, I did.” My father was dead. I guess I was supposed to cry, but I didn't. I looked at my mother and said, “Thank you. I couldn't stop him. He was so strong and he hurt me so bad.” “I know, baby, I know. But it's over now. Things will be better now, you'll see.” “What's going to happen, Mom?” “You're going to go to the hospital. They'll check you out, make sure you're okay, and probably give you something to help you sleep. I called the ambulance and the police, but it will take them a few minutes to get here. I had to tell them what happened, but I couldn't let them see you the way you were, so I brought you in here to clean you up.” I saw my new white nightgown on the floor, spattered with blood and what I guess were bits of my father's scalp. “Let's get you out of the tub and get you dried off. We can't have the police coming in here with you undressed.” My mother dried me and wrapped me in her big terry-cloth robe. As she was drying my hair, we could hear sirens in the distance. “It's over now, Becky. I'm sorry I didn't do more to protect you. I've always loved you, and I will always love you. Please tell me you know that.” “I do, Mom. I love you, too.” The sirens were louder now. “I want you to go down and let the police in, Becky. There's something I have to do,” Mom said. She held me in her arms and kissed me, and then left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I pulled my damp hair into a loose pony tail and tied Mom's robe around me. The sirens were right outside now. I had to find my mother. She had somehow found the courage, the strength to save me, and I wanted to thank her again before the police took her away. Just as I opened the bathroom door, I heard the second shot coming from my room. “This is the police!” came a voice through a bullhorn. “Put your weapon down! Come out with your hands up! The house is surrounded. Come out now through the front door. We will not hurt you if you put your weapon down.” Somehow, I walked downstairs and opened the door. Spotlights blinded me as I was grabbed and pushed against the front wall of the house. “Where's the gun?” an officer barked at me. “I think it's in my room, upstairs.” A female officer hastily patted me down. She assured her fellow officers I was unarmed, and she hustled me into the back of an ambulance. I knew it was my mother's body when they brought her out. I could see her one bedroom slipper sticking out from the end of the sheet that wasn't bloody. The police were talking to each other. “I don't think the daughter was involved. I'm pretty sure she was raped, but it looks like the mother was the one with the gun. Looks like she shot him and then put the gun in her own mouth,” the one said. * * * * * In the months after the killings, I came to a realization. My father wasn't a strong man. He was just a bastard. He used his size to make my mother and me subservient to him. My mother wasn't always a weak woman. She was strong when it counted, when she had to save me. But then her weakness caused her to kill herself. Like I said, I'm strong. I've had to be. I had to survive that. Hell, I had to survive my whole damn childhood. A lot has happened in the years since my parents' deaths. I've been married three times, and almost married another man. The first guy seemed pretty nice when I met him. I never told him how I lost my virginity, and I tried to be a good lover to him. When I found out he was cheating on me, he had an accident. Luckily, there was enough damage to his car that they never did figure out what had happened to the brakes. I chose well after that. I wanted a man who could give me what I wanted, what I needed. The second husband was much older than me. I loved him too, at first. He was wealthy and successful. But after a while, I could feel us drifting apart. I knew I was losing his love. Part of it, I guess was his health. He developed heart problems. The medical examiner decided he must have had problems taking his medications properly, too. For several years, I lived with a man. I wasn't sure I wanted to get married again, even though I loved him. That relationship ended rather suddenly when I found out he had gotten his secretary pregnant. I thought the police believed me when I showed them the loose carpet that my poor boyfriend must have tripped on at the top that long staircase. My last husband was a lot like my father. He was big, strong, athletic, and powerful. He was just my type. I loved him with all my heart. I thought we could go through life being strong together. The problem was, he didn't respect MY strength. He wanted to make the decisions. He wanted to control me. I loved him, but I started to feel that he didn't love me enough. Even though I was careful, I guess I must have made a mistake. They suspected arson. It was common knowledge that my husband had enemies, so I thought my decision to move away would make perfect sense. I wasn't fleeing the scene of the crime, or at least, not my crime. I saw a report on the news last week about the exhumation of his body. This time, they found the wound in the back of his neck. I know my time is short now. So, I guess this is about all I have to say. I'll search for some music to drown out the sirens that are coming closer. They sound so much like they did the night my parents died. Should I run? No, running is weak. I'm strong. Ah, here it is, my favorite song. I'll turn it up loud. “I need you so that I could die ...” Sirens are coming into the parking lot of the motel. “I love you so and that is why ...” Lots of sirens. I can hear feet pounding on the steps. “Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream ...” Now they're pounding on the door. I guess they don't know I took my husband's hunting rifle before I torched the house. “Dream, dream, dream, dream ...” “Rebecca Meyers, come out with your hands up!” So they're using my maiden name. Interesting. But they're making too much noise for me to hear my song. “Come and get me!” I shout through the locked door. I can hear the sound of the ram smashing against it. Cheap thing. It breaks open on the second hit. “Dream, dream ...” My first rifle shot is to the chest of a tall blond cop. I see his partner raise his weapon as I squeeze my trigger again. “Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dr....”

The think I liked most about us was how close we were. From the very first day together, there was openness between me and my little brother Zane that I never thought I could have, let alone with family. That and we were best friends. Not just the “let’s just do stuff kind” or the “let’s sit and talk for hours” kind. We were the real kind. The kind that did all that, would take a bullet for you no questions asked, read each other’s minds, and more. THAT kind of best friends. We had no secrets. Not between us at least. Sure, there were lots of secrets we shared with one another that no one else knew about. I knew more about his past and him than our parents. Shoot, we were so close crying in front of the other was ok. I remember him breaking down several times, mostly over stress of adjusting and all the baggage of foster lifestyle, and yeah, honestly, I cried in front of him sometimes too. I guess I’m just saying this to prove my point. We really loved each other, more than anything in the world. Although the original plan, for several reasons, was for Zane to have his own room, our former guest room before the adoption, we ended up converting my room into our room. I mean hey, we were pretty dang tight, and let’s admit…the kid loved it. Bunk bed, lava lamp, chill beachy surfer vibe…it was a sick room. And hey, he got to be close to his awesome older brother right? Haha. Most nights we stayed up talking. There was something…I dunno I guess intimate about sitting or laying back on the bottom bunk together (it was pretty spaced out. I’m a tall guy remember so yeah, you could legit sit on it and not whack your head), in the dark, and just talk. My room was pretty separated from the rest of the house, so this helped with the openness we had. No worries about mom or dad or the girls hearing our bro talk. I guess that’s where the first story started, and now where the second does. Just to catch you up, Zane and I did have a few “trial sleepovers” before the adoption finalized. Honestly, not much happened. We ended up spending the nights talking about our pasts, getting to know each other. Basically, catching up on the 15 or so years we missed together. Actually, the majority was spent on a vacation we went on with the foster parents. We shared a room with most of the guys so…nothing exciting. And the time at home we were so focused on paper work and figuring out his move in that we basically forgot about the first night together. Well…kinda. “TYYYYYYYY!!!!!!” Zane shouted as I burst through the door, nearly knocking over Mrs. Capelli, my mom’s highscool friend and Zane’s foster mom, over. Bolting off the couch, through the living room, and into the foyer, this blonde haired mop of a kid leaped onto me, wrapping himself around me like a koala and a tree. Bear hug doesn’t even begin… It was official. The entire process was FINALLY over and we we’re actually brothers. Zane moved in for good today, his last night in foster care now over. “Broskiiii!!” I laughed, wrapping my arms around him and grinning ear to ear as the rest of the family walked a little more calmly in. “Awww look at my two precious sons!!” Mom commented, her and Mrs. Capelli chatting about how much we looked alike and how precious it was that we were best friends already. Dad herded the girls in, doing his best to distract them from staring at the cute 7 year old in the corner they were talking about. Even at 5 they were a handful. The drive home was quick. We talked nonstop about how we were gonna set things up and move him in. Dad barely got a word in on how to unload the van, but that’s ok. He didn’t need to. The moment we parked, Zane and I bailed and had the truck opened up, moving out box after box. Not that he had much, but the Capelli’s were good to him, and being friends, sent a little extra stuff to help out. The coolest was the couch. We ended up taking out a wall in my room to double the size, so along with this couch, we had a weight set and some other stuff. But that was already there. Truck’s worth of clothes out, we were left alone at home while the rest of the family went to something for the girls. Freedom at last! “Hey Tyler wanna go work out together BRO??” Zane asked, a huge grin on his face as he put extra emphasis on “BRO.” I nodded and we pounded up the stairs. I mentioned changing into some athletic shorts, and he agreed. Since we hadn’t unpacked yet, and someone hadn’t thought of labeling boxed, he just borrowed mine. I dropped my pants and grabbed a pair of black shorts, while he hesitated, looking at me, then biting his lip. Halfway through pulling them up, I noticed the awkwardness and looked up. “What’s up dude?” I asked, a puzzled look on my face, as I slid the shorts slowly the rest of the way up. He squirmed a little, fumbling with the shorts in his hand, and stammered. “Dude, I’ve seen you naked what’s up man?” I asked, still lost, as I sat on the bench and started curling. “I uh…kinda poped a boner. Sorta. I mean…” he started, before I interrupted. I shook my head, laughing a little. “You’re telling me my bulging muscles and a short strip show gave you a boner that quick?” He squirmed a little more, then tried stuffing his hands in his pockets to flare them out, but they got tangled in the knot he made with the athletic shorts, and made a comical show. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Bro, work out something else besides your dick for once!” I said, standing up and handing him a dumbbell. He dropped the shorts and, staying in cargo ones, started copying my bicep exercise. “You know, you’re good at making me feel comfortable Ty. Thanks.” He said, then intently focused on his muscles flexing, face twisted into an adorable concentration stare as he muscled up the weight. It was just the distraction he needed. Well until we decided to shower. We agreed to just shower together. We stripped, though it took some reminding him that it was ok to be naked around his brother. Stepping into the shower, his dick “accidentally” bumped into my hand. “Oops” he giggled, starting to get hard instantly. “Hey since we’re both naked and I’m kinda horny…” he started before I cut him off. I heard someone coming up the stairs and quickly dried off while he finished up. The family was home and we went to dinner to celebrate. After Zane got out, I apologized for bailing, and told him we could make it up tonight. After dinner, we all went to bed. It was near midnight after a long night of celebrating with relatives. Lights out, I sat by my little brother after shutting and locking our door, putting my arm around him and teasing his long shaggy blonde locks. “What’s on your mind dude?” I asked, noticing he had gotten really quiet. “Tired?” He shook his head, though it was barely noticeable. “Nah,” he said quietly, “Just…I guess I’ve got a lot on my mind.” It was quiet for a moment. “I guess it all just hit me on the ride home ya know? Like, I actually have a family you know? I mean…” He trailed off, and in the dim light coming in from the cracked blinds, I noticed a small tear roll down his cheek. I reached over and wiped it off, whispering “I love you” and kissing his forehead. “I know,” he said, wrapping around me and burying his head in my chest. We sat there, me holding him, for a good ten minutes in silence. Then he spoke again. “Can I ask a question?” he said, looking up at me and pulling back. “Of course man.” I said, rubbing his back. He thought a moment. “I feel like…I mean I dunno…you ever…like…think about stuff?” I nodded, lost but trying to follow. “What kind of stuff?” I asked. “I mean I do think dude, I’m not dead!” I laughed, elbowing him gently. He smiled, “No like…I mean I know I talk about it a lot and I don’t wanna sound bad but like I am always REALLY horny, ya know? Like I feel like anything gets me hard and I don’t know why or what to do. I…” Cutting him off, I place my hand on his arm. He stops. “Dude, for starters, we can talk about anything, you know that, so stop panicking. You’re 15 man, it happens, and I’m the same way.” This surprised him, though he let me continue. “I mean dude, you cant beat off all the time, but if you have to, go ahead. We do share a room. Just don’t let mom or something walk in on ya and youre good!” I said laughing. “Really?” he asked. “So…it’s ok?” “Just try not to be a perv man.” I playfully tackle him and pin him down on the bed. He starts giggling as I tickle him. “And don’t be a porn addict either! I mean it. I can let it slide some but seriously, you better be a good kid!” I say, tickling him harder as he laughs louder and squirms. “Ok OK! Fair enough dude. Let off!” He attempts to say in between giggles. Summoning all his strength left after a workout, he pushed me over to the side, and I let him pin me down. He grins widely, his white teeth sparkling in the dim light. “I win!” he taunts. My legs move fast and I flip him on his side, rolling around on the full sized mattress. Once more, I gain the upper position and lock his arms down. He squirms, frustrated at the slight power advantage I have. In one fast, unintentional buck, he knocks me off balance. The side of the mattress dips a bit, and we tumble off onto the floor. *Thud* Its not a far drop, but enough to induce…ok fine, we screamed. Ok not screamed, more like an “AHHHH! From not expecting it to a full blown, tear filled laugh. We both lay on our backs, laughing hysterically. I move a fist over in his view, and we have a solid bro fist bump. “Epic fail man” I laugh. He agrees. Once we settle down, still laying on the floor, he looks over. “So serious question…” he says. I tell him to shoot. “So I really don’t look at porn. I mean one of the guys in my old home showed me, which is why I moved, but…do you?” I roll over to my side, looking at him. “Not really actually. I mean a few friends have showed me stuff, but it wasn’t anything great. I mean…I guess I’ve got a good enough imagination I’d rather create my own in a sense.” I laugh. “But no man that’s probably a good thing. He rolls over on his side, looking back at me. “So you’re a virgin right?” I knod. “Me too.” He says, then rolls back on his back. We stay quiet for a moment. “Ever wonder If you’re good?” “Didn’t we talk about this last time?” I ask. He shrugs. “I just over heard some people saying you could practice.” “Yeah it’s called jacking off dude.” I say, then playfully punch his arm. “I taught you how to do that right last time.” He sits up. “That’s what else I was thinking about.” That’s no surprise. “So, would you maybe wanna…I mean we don’t have to…” I shrug and move onto the bed. I figure its more comfortable. He follows, pulling off his shorts to reveal super man boxers just like mine. Adorable, he copied me. I tease him a little about how fast he moves, then undress, tossing my clothes aside. I jiggle my dick a little, working up an erection. He does the same. Glancing over, I notice his balls have gotten a little bigger, and point it out. He plays with them a little. Our dicks both get hard as we stroke ourselves. I spit onto my hand and rub it around, trying to get a little lube so it feels better. He copies. “Can you teach me something else?” he asks, tugging quickly on his throbbing manhood. Thinking for a moment and not coming up with anything, I ask if there’s anything he wants to know. “You tried like…humping anything? And there is something but it can wait.” I sit up and grab his pillow from the top bunk. “Here. This is your new girlfriend. Show me whatcha got buddy.” I say and hit his stomach with it. He flinches a little and laughs. “Get your girl too then bro!” I shake my head. “You’re not seriously about to do that on your pillow are you?” I swirl a bit of precum around the head of my dick, then keep jacking. “Come on man,” he says. “You gotta tell me if I do it right.” I shake my head. “Fine. Here roll over on your stomach.” He does. “Alright lift up.” He arches his back, and I slide a fist under him. “Try that.” I instruct. He looks over at me curiously, then lowers his dick into the hole in my hands. “Ok start pumping.” He tries thrusting some, but its incredibly awkward. He stops. “You try.” He says, cupping his hands around my dick. I roll over. “Start slow, like this.” I say, slowly sliding all the way down, balls touching his hand. “Then slide out.” I slide out, tip just barely in. “Then, repeat, going a little faster. Just keep it lubed up man.” I say as I start pumping in and out. He moves hands occasionally to keep them wet. After a few minutes, I stop, and he tries again. “Woah this feels good!” He says as he thrusts his hips into the tight fist I made. I help him out a little with rhythm, moving my hands a little with each thrust. Its sort of awkward having someone fuck your hand, but it does feel interesting. After a few moments, he stops and decides that was a good enough start. We decide to jack off each other since it feels better. I massage his balls a little inbetween strokes, and before long he is breathing heavily. “Tyler…” he pants. “Yeah man?” I ask, slowing down. He takes his hand off. “This may be really awkward. Don’t be mad ok?” I sit up, propped against a pillow. He does to. “Ok?” I say. “I haven’t kissed anyone.” He says, lowering his head. “And I really want to.” He says, though I barely hear it. I nod slowly. “Could…Maybe…” he trails off. I wrap an arm around him, and his dick twitches. Its about to explode its that hard. “I only kissed once man. I’m not a pro.” I admit. “That’s ok.” He says, resting his head on my shoulder. “I mean maybe it’d be weird anyhow. Just forget it. Sorry, like I said, I know we’re bothers but you’re just really…I mean…” I kiss this forehead. “I love you man.” He squirms, trying to make his raging boner less obvious. “I just really look up to you. And you are really hot. I’m sorry…” I laugh. “You’re pretty cute too.” He picks his head up. Staring at me for a minute, then leans in. His lips barely touch mine before he pulls back. He burries his head in my chest, the long mop of blonde teased out everywhere. I run my fingers through it and notice his heart rate is insanely fast, and his breathing is off. His head slides a little lower. The tip of my dick throbs, bouncing off his face. He jumps. “Sorry.” He says, then rolls on his side. I cuddle into him, pressed against his back. He rolls back over on his back. “You mad?” “Nah man. Its ok, I told you.” I say, and he relaxes. His hand moves around and grabs onto my dick, making it instantly hard again. We stroke hard and fast, cuddled so that our bodies are close and touching. “You close?” I ask. He bucks his hips a little. “Kinda.” Im the same. “Together?” I ask. He reaches over and pulls me ontop of him. I roll over, face near his, chests pressed into each other, and crotches grinding. “Can…can I have one more kiss? I…I really liked it. And I really…” He stops. I notice he’s starting to tear up. Not knowing where this is going, I pull him into a hug. “You’re the first person I know I loved in a long time Ty.” He whispers into my ear. I pick my head up and kiss him again. On the lips. Longer. He breaks into a smile. “Brothers should do this more often.” He says, then, placing our dicks together, jerks us both off with one hand, me still on top. Soon I’m close. I go to roll off so I don’t cum on him, but he has me pinned with his arm around me and his legs. “Im gonna cum man. Stop. Stop haha I am gonna blow all over you!” I warn. He keeps jerking, faster. I feel him humping into my crotch. “Me too.” He says, biting his lip in concentration. Moments later we both spray a jet of hot white goo onto his stomach. He lets out a long soft moan, as do I, as we climax. Our semen pools together near his bellybutton, and as he breaths heavier, some bonds to my skin as well. Covered in eachothers cum, I collapse ontop of him, breathing heavily. “Wow.” Is all I can say. Once recovered, I prop myself up on my arms. He slides a hand between us and starts swirling the cum around his firm boy belly. He looks at me, then the pool, then back. Then lifts his hand. One finger covered in our jizz, he looks at me curiously, then at the finger. “What’s yours taste like?” Knocking his hand away, I laugh and tell him he is NOT about to taste mine. He asks why not. I throw out several reasons, but none seem good enough. He licks the tip, a tiny drop. “Its different…” he says. “Sick dude!” I say, though, in a weird way, its kind of hot. “Try some.” He says, then wipes the finger on my lips before I can move away. He’s right, it is different… “I cant believe you made me do that…” He smiles. “You know you were curious too.” I shake my head and stand up. “Shower?” He carefully stands up, trying not to dump the puddle of our mess everwhere. Some runs down his leg, and he stops is while heading to the shower. We step into the warm water and rinse off. “That was fun.” He says while washing my back. We switch and I get his. “If we do that every night youre not gonna have any cum man after a week.” I laugh, then wash my front. Once we’re washed off, we stay in the water a little longer. He suggested a sword fight, since we were both still a little hard. We sling our dicks around, hitting eachothers occasionally, We laugh, and playfully duke it out. He starts hip thrusting, poking my leg. “What? Now I’m your bitch?” I ask, then laugh, pinning him under the shower stream as he giggles. “You muh hoe!” he laughs, then smacks my ass. I grab his. “Hey, off limits” I say,”besides, you like this better.” And poke him with my now only semi hard dick. “Shut up.” He says, splashing water on me. Shower over, we decide to sleep together. He picks top bunk, so we cuddle up in the tight twin mattress, two tall teenage brothers. I kiss him goodnight, and fall asleep, him wrapped up in my arms. Thanks for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it. As always, feel free to rate and comment, I just ask that if you do so, let me know what you did or did not like. It helps me make it better in the future. This is mostly true, but if there’s something you want to see in the future, let me know, I can try to add it in if it works! After all, I write these for you haha. Please keep all comments story related, I greatly appreciate that. Hope to write again soon! Thanks for reading! ---TPS

Zeta was my girlfriend. Right now she was sitting opposite me in the bar where we met up with friends nearly every Friday night. The chat was the usual light-hearted banter – anecdotes from the past week, who’d been seen going out with whom, who had split up and why. The usual stuff! I kept looking over at Zeta and when I caught her eye I winked at her or mouthed the words “Do you wanna fuck me?” I would do this normally because it made her laugh but tonight she was kind of scowling at me. I just shrugged my shoulders, and carried on talking to Jodie about the latest Hollywood marriage bust up. Zeta is what is known on the scene as a bull dyke. She is butch looking and acting, with short blonde hair and she wears nothing but men’s shirts and jeans. I, on the other hand, am the stereotypical femme, long hair, nail polish, dresses, high-heels, the works. I know in this day and age we an anachronism, and I know people laugh at us behind our backs but this is really how both of us are and we wouldn’t change it for the world. “Right!” I said, “I’m off for a pee and a reapplication of the lippy, guys.” I shook my ass a little at Zeta as I stood up then made my way to the powder room – I love that old fashioned word! I checked my reflection in the mirror. I gave myself a little smile – I am nothing if not vain! - and made my way to a cubicle. I was just about to close the cubicle door when a foot came from nowhere and blocked it. I hadn’t heard anyone come in behind me. I was shocked and I gasped. Before I knew what was happening the door burst open and Zeta was grabbing my throat with her hand, turning me around and pushing me up against the cubicle door as she fastened the lock. I couldn’t move as Zeta’s hand was choking me. My face was going red - I could feel it beginning to burn - and my eyes were starting to bulge. I was a little worried; she wasn’t normally quite this violent. Then she released her grip on me slightly, so I could breathe normally, as she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “You, you little slut. You have been trying to turn me on all evening. Haven’t you?” I nodded, yes. “Did you think that I was just gonna sit there and take it? Did you really think that I wasn’t going to do anything about it?” I could feel her hot breath on my ear and before I had time to answer she thrust her hand roughly up my blouse, pulled up my bra and began squeezing my left breast and nipple hard. She tweaked and twisted my nipple until it was stinging. She was really worked up. I’d never known her quite this rampant! I took in a few calming intakes of breath, still a little shocked but beginning to relax and enjoy this impromptu, if somewhat painful, fumble! “You, my little Petal, are going to get just what you have been asking for,” again Zeta whispered this in my ear as her hand left my tingling, throbbing nipple. She pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties down as far as she could get them and grabbed my crotch, squeezing it tightly. “Before I go any further, sweet thing,” she licked the whole of the right hand side of my face with her tongue, “I’m betting that you are just more than a little bit wet down there. Am I right? Is my dirty little slut all wet and swollen? Will my fingers just slide effortlessly along that pussy of yours?” I nodded again as I felt her hand delve into my pussy, pass my clit and move straight to my cunt hole. She immediately thrust two fingers inside. My knees literally trembled and almost gave way as I felt Zeta’s fingers ram inside me, filling me up, thrusting deep into my cunt, but Zeta still had her hand on my throat and she moved it to my shoulder and steadied me. “Just as I thought – absolutely, soaking, fucking wet!” Zeta spat the words out as she thrust her fingers into my pussy like a woman possessed. “Is that good, Petal? Are you enjoying your fingering? Want more? Do you? Does my filthy little whore want more?” “Yes! Oh God Zeta, this is so good! Yes, I want more.” I moaned and closed my eyes. This was hot - she was making me so hot! Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers from me, moved her hand from my shoulder and spun me round to face the other way, my left cheek slamming against the door, my hair sticking to my sweating forehead. I could feel her pulling my panties down to my ankles and then heard the zip of her jeans being pulled down. “Get that cute little sopping wet pussy over here,” she said. I took a step backwards and as I did I looked over my shoulder and there was Zeta sitting on the W.C. with the bright pink dildo of her strapon pointing heavenwards. Jeez, I thought, she’s had the strapon on all evening! She’d planned this all along! “You dirty dog, Zeta Macfarlane!” I almost yelled, “ How long have you been planning this?” “Not long,” she grinned, “now get yourself sat on this thing!” I backed myself up until I felt the end of the dildo slap against my ass and manoeuvred myself until I felt it tap at my cunt hole. Zeta held it steady for me as I slowly eased myself onto it. Zeta bucked up as much as she could and I began to grind my pussy into her mound and thrusting up and down on the dildo. She moved a hand round and began rubbing my clit. I was so turned on that I knew I was going to cum almost immediately and then I felt her softly kiss my neck and ear, nuzzling into me, “Cum Petal, oh that’s it sugar, let it go, cum for your dirty old dog, I love it when you cum,” she whispered. “Oh God, Zeta, I love you. Oh Zeta - OOOOOHHHH!” and with that I felt the orgasm ripping through me and I threw out both my arms to steady myself on the cubicle walls as Zeta continued to thrust and gently kiss me on the neck, arms around me, holding me tight, keeping time with the slowing of my spasms. We walked back to the table hand in hand, a bit flushed and sweaty, and as we sat down, Jodie looked at us in mock disgust, raising her eyes to the ceiling. “For pities sake you two! Don’t you ever get enough?” In unison Zeta and I shook our heads and said “Never!”

Made in Notepad and then pasted here. enjoy! more coming soon. “Oh, ohhhh!” Tom pulls down his pants, while never letting his eye off the peep hole. Every Sunday night, these same five girls have gathered here and done amazing sexual things to each other in this abandoned old shack. Dan pulls out his stiffening cock and slowly strokes it. Inside the four women are completely naked, and surrounding a donkey this time. They are taking turns sucking on the donkey’s hugely disproportional dick, rubbing their breasts up and down its shaft and pressing their bodies all over the donkey. The donkey stands still and quite all this time, as if in a trance. The women gyrate against the donkey’s coarse fur, and one of them moves to the front and starts kissing the donkey on the mouth, letting his tongue wander around her mouth, and down her throat. They’re all on the very brink of an orgasm, and so is the donkey, who starts shaking and shuddering as he blows his load into a bowl that the woman have ready, but they don’t stop in their attentions, even when the donkey goes limp. The one with long dark hair and a beautiful figure pulls the blond out from under the donkey, then puts the donkey’s entire dick in her mouth. The donkey can’t stand still as she starts sucking hard on his entire member, and soon Tom can see the dick slowly making it’s way down her throat at it expands. The blond, not to be put off, goes to the rear of the donkey and starts sucking it’s balls, taking one huge testicle in her mouth and then the other, switching between the two. To Tom’s amazement, the donkey’s dick seems to have gone all the way down the dark haired one’s throat, but she doesn’t seem to be having any trouble breathing. Again, after another couple minutes of this the donkey starts shaking and shuddering, with him penis still bottomed out in this mysterious woman’s throat. Tom can actually see her stomach expanding as she chugs the cum. “Ah!” Tom accidentally lets out a sharp breath as he cums onto the wall of the shack, and immediately all five woman stop, and look directly at Tom. Tom's cock suddenly hangs slack, and he pisses himself. He tries to pull up his pants quickly, and glances down for an instant, but when he looks back up the women are gone. “Gotcha Tom.” Says the long, dark haired one, grabbing one of his thin arms, while another woman grabs his other arm. “Yeah, looks like we caught a peeper!” Several woman giggle, and Tom is pulled to his feet. They drag him inside, and he doesn’t even struggle. He’s still in shock, with his pants half down, being dragged backwards by these two insane woman like a sack of potatoes. Once inside, he sees the other half of the room which he was unable to view from his peep-hole, and among many sex toys that catch his eyes, there is a large, coffin sized, glass box with a padlock on the side. They throw him on the dirty floor, and surround him. “Well, what should we do to him girls” asks the dark haired girl. “What should be his punishment” “Maybe we could have him join us in the ritual” suggested a petite brunette. “Maybe…” says the long, dark haired girl, who is obviously the leader. The way she says it is an unmistakable no, and she’s trying to get them to say what she’s thinking. The rest of the girls catch on quickly. “Have sex with him until he cries” “Make the donkey have sex with him until he cries.” “Make him eat us out, then make him let the donkey eat him out” “Those are all very good ideas girls…” says the dark haired girl, but obviously is uncertain. Finally the tall, short, dark haired one that had been quiet steps up, and everyone hushes. “Perhaps this would be the perfect opportunity for… it” A smile plays across her lips, which is matched by the leader chick. All the other girls smile too, then they all pounce on Tom, each grabbing a limb, and the leader chick grabs hold of his head. Tom’s instincts kick in, and he regains control of his body, but as much as he struggles he can’t escape them. They seem unnaturally strong, and they lift him high in the air, then stuff him in the glass coffin, locking him in quickly. “Let me out!” Screams Tom, finding his voice, and banging on the glass. The women ignore him, and the leader goes over to a cabinet and takes out a huge two gallon jar filled to the brim with some mirky, red liquid. In the liquid there are thousands of long, blood red worms. She takes the worms over to the coffin, and the women start chanting, joining hands around the coffin. This seems to excite the worms inside of the jar, and they start wiggling twice as fast. Right then Tom notices for the first time holes in the lid, and the woman deftly places upturns the jar on a hole right above his crotch, not spilling a drop. The worms torrent through, like a facet, and begin burying Tom’s crotch,he starts pushing them off franticly, but it isn’t near fast enough. Suddenly Tom feels a biting pain in his penis, and sees a worm halfway into his pee hole. He tries to pull it out, but it has a firm anchor in him, and is too slippery. Very quickly it’s inside of him, and he can feel it’s cold body making it’s way deeper into him. He had been wrong about the jar, there was no liquid in it, only worms. He feels one after another slip between his fingers, then down his urethra, even though he has a tight grip on the head of his penis. Now, there’s a sharp biting at the base of his balls, and then several actually on his balls. Tom screams as the worms burrow into his ball sack and beyond, even though the pain is minimal after the first stinging bites. They are now flowing down his penis, and starting to flow into his ballsack, when Tom feels two simultaneous bites on his nipples, and looks down in time to see two thick red worms start to wiggle their way into his nipples. They even start to enter his ass, and Tom starts freaking out, his hands slapping his crotch, grabbing at his ass, and clutching at his chest to no avail. More and more start to wiggle into him, and he can feel them working their way deeper inside of him. His chests starts to swell from the amount of worms inside of him, and he can feel three separate pools of worms deep inside his gut; one deep in his ass, one in his bladder, and the last one at the end of a tunnel that they had all dug where his balls were. Tom tries to grab his dick and balls again to stem the tide, but it’s no use, and unbelievably Tom thinks his penis must be shrinking. He doesn’t remember it being that thin or short, even when flaccid. His ball sack is being stretched tight with all the worms entering him and fighting to work their way deeper inside of him, and he can feel them wiggling slimily right next to his balls, but slowly he starts to find that he can’t feel his balls against the worms anymore. Tom’s chest is now enormously swollen, so much so that his chest jiggles with his every movement, and his nipples have stretched and elongated, now accommodating two or three worms at a time, while his pee hole is fitting twice that, and his ball sack seems to be emptying and refilling at a rate similar to a water hose. Tom feels like he needs to poo and pee badly, and so he does, spilling out pounds of worms, and forcing one worm after another out of his pee hole in a steady stream. Much to Tom’s confusion, he can’t feel his penis anymore either, and when he reaches down to try and pull out the worms from his penis, he finds that he can’t find it. He cups his hand over his crotch, and under the layer of worms that are rushing into him, he can’t feel anything, not his balls or his dick. Tom screams louder, watching the worms flow into his crotch as his chest keeps expanding, and watches for what seems like forever, suddenly as if it were happening to someone else and not him. Dreamily, he watches the last few of the worms make their way into him, and then he lets his head fall back, exhausted. His belly is now distended as if he were pregnant. “Do you think it was a good idea to use them all” asks the brunette. “I just wanted to make sure it worked completely is all,” replies the leader. “it should be interesting to see how horny he, oops, I mean she will be with all of those estrogen parasites. Two gallons of those aught to have quite the appetite.” “You’re so cruel, I love you.” “I love you too, I love all of you.” And they all huddle together and start kissing. Tom groans loudly, and sits up. The women gasp. “She’s beautiful! What happened to her” The brunette gets tolerant looks from the other four. “We made a batch of these worms that feed off estrogen a little while back.” Explains the blond. “They’re supposed to be both a revenge and a pleasure. Remember we gave you one at the initiation” “Yeah, but they didn’t do anything to me. They just made him into a her.” “Well, they’re parasites, and need estrogen to survive. Give them to a woman, and no problem. They just go straight up your snatch and you’re a little more horny from then on. We thought we were going to use them on some prissy virgin cheerleaders, and see how much longer they’re virgins. I had no idea that they would do that to a guy though.” “Well, I did.” interrupts the leader. “I knew that if the worms had no source of estrogen, they’d go to the nearest animal and make it create estrogen. The fact that it made him beautiful is just a evolutionary thing, if your hotter you’ll get more action, and therefore more estrogen for the worms. You might not have noticed it, but your breasts did get bigger and firmer, and you lost some weight around your waist. You don’t even have acne anymore.” “Oh God.” Says Tom, trying to lift his head. He reaches down toward his crotch, past his swollen stomach, and instead of his usual ball sack and dick combo, he finds only a flat, smooth surface. That sure wakes him up, and he sits up straight, cracking his head on the lid. “Let her out.” Order the leader. The lock is undone, and Tom is able to sit up. Her belly is visibly shrinking, and her figure is starting to emerge. In seconds, the bulge is gone. Tom now has a tight waist, an shapely butt, large, perky breasts, longs, flowing blond hair, a models face, long, slender legs, and two neat little pussy lips with a neat trim of hair. she will never actually need to put on makeup, as her perfect face would actually be marred by any alteration. Tom stares at his pussy, then touches it. It’s tightly closed together, but the pleasure she gets from just lightly touching it causes a shiver to run down her body. she looks around at the women as if she were about to cry, a horrified look on her face. “Don’t worry Tom,” says the blond brightly. “We’ll take care of you and show you how everything works down there. We can even have some fun tonight.” Tom chokes on her words, then finally whispers. “Undo it.” “We can’t Tom.” Says the leader. “It’s kinda permanent, but why would you want to go back to being a guy so soon when you could see what it’s like to be a woman for a while” She reaches out and grabs Tom’s crotch, rubbing her finger up her tightly closed slit, and causing her to gasp. Tom’s cunt starts to heat up, and in seconds is becoming slick. Her pussy starts to swell as blood rushes to it, pushing her lips outward into a mound and to the side, splitting her cunt open and letting the folds start to show. “My name’s Melissa, and I think we’ll get to be the best of friends.” She starts to pull at Tom’s pussy folds, and she starts panting, a funny feeling building up inside of her, an instinctual need for something heating up her crotch and her insides. “What will we name you hmm” "my name is Tom!! change me back now!!!" “too bad, your name is Tomgirl now” She starts sliding her finger up and down Tom’s cunt, rubbing her lips and now moving in a circular motion. “Mmmm, yes.” Tom starts to gyrate her hips, and that’s when Melissa inserts a finger into her wet, hot sex hole. her cunt unconsciously grips at her finger, and she cries out in pleasure. “You’re now Tomgirl, like the girls that want to be boys, got it” She is now finger fucking her and she lays back in the coffin, pressing her cunt into the air to fry and get more of Melissa’s finger in her. “Yes, yes, ohHHH YESSS!” Tom screams out as her very first orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching tight on Mellisa’s finger.

Chapter 15 == I woke up to Jessica's voice softly calling my name. "Steven." she said, her hand against my cheek. I sat up quickly, causing her to jump back in surprise. It was completely dark in the room. I was still lying on the bed, in my clothes. "What?" I asked groggily. She didn't say anything, but just reached out to take my hand. I silently followed her lead. She pulled me off the bed and walked me out the door and back over to her room. After closing the door behind us, she turned to me and started taking off her t-shirt. She'd said my name earlier, I realised. And she wasn't waiting for permission to undress. "I want you to... make love to me." she said softly. "I want to know what it's like..." She kicked off her panties and stood naked in front of me. I was still dazed from just waking up, but there was something so surreal about all of this. This was Jessica, my childhood nemesis, the woman I thought I'd hate my entire life... and she was standing naked, pure, flawless skin glowing with moonlight, and with a strangely dreamlike and almost ethereal beauty. When I didn't respond, she broke another rule by stepping forward and pressing her lips against mine. The heat of her kiss brought my mind back to life, and I reacted with my usual instinct. I reached behind her and kissed her hard, pulling her body close to mine. "No." she said, pushing herself away from me. "Gently... please." I took a step back from her. "I need to know what... what it would feel like if you cared about me." she said. She looked up at me with such vulnerable, wide eyes that I felt my heart twist inside my chest. She looked like the world was about to end. "Please," she whispered, stepping close to me again, "Just... just pretend like you care." She pressed her body against mine, and slowly kissed my closed lips. I wasn't sure how to respond to this. I didn't feel sure of myself. When I was dominating her, I could do anything I wanted... but now she needed something I wasn't sure I could give her. I gently returned her kiss, and put my arms around her, slowly pressing her warm, naked body to mine. I felt her fingers sliding under my t-shirt and she started to pull it up. I stood back and let her undress me. She dropped my t-shirt to the floor and pressed her hands against my bare chest. I kissed her again, trying to figure out how to be passionate without being forceful. She whimpered into my mouth, and my body stiffened. I wanted to attack her, to dominate her. I slid my arms around her again, and held myself back. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against my shoulder, before looking up to kiss along my jaw. Again, my fingers were twitching with the desire to dig into her flesh, to hurt her and control her. But I resisted. I slowly pulled off my jeans as she walked to her bed and slid under the covers. This time she didn't kick them off, didn't show herself off to me. I got into bed with her, and lay over her, and she stared silently up at me. I'd been in this position many times before, but now I wasn't sure what to do. She reached down and gently gripped my swollen cock with her soft, warm hand, and lined the head up with her hot pussy lips. "Slowly." she whispered. I kissed her and pushed forward with my hips, gently entering her. She let out a whimper of anticipation, and again I had to stop myself from losing control. I loved the sounds she made, and each one just made me want to take her. We kept our foreheads pressed together as I filled her, achingly slowly. She continued to let out gasping little moans as I filled her. Was I hurting her? Was I too big for this? I didn't know. It was too dark to see her face properly, and I wished I could see her eyes. "That's it." she whispered, "Just like that." I before entering her completely, I drew back again, then pushed forward, falling into a slow rhythm. "Yesss..." she sighed. I could do this. I remembered what she'd done the last time we were together, when I'd ordered her to ride me. She liked a few quick, short thrusts followed by one or two long strokes. I copied this technique, thrusting rapidly in and out before filling her completely. She moaned with appreciation, her voice shaking. I growled with lust, but again held myself back from being too violent. I kept up the same technique, just watching her. Slowly, I felt the need to attack her fade away. I leaned forward and drew her into a deep and soulful kiss. She pulled back and whispered into my ear. "I'm going to cum." She wasn't asking for permission, she wasn't panicked or afraid. She just whispered it to me softly, like sharing a secret. Her legs gripped tightly around my hips, and she buried her head into my shoulder. She barely made a sound, just breathed heavily as the pleasure shook her body. I slowed down, letting her rest. I wanted to keep going, to see her cum again and again. Did I really need more than this? More than her body, her love for me? Did I really need the pain, the domination? After a few minutes of slow, measured thrusting, I filled her again making her jump and gasp. Despite all we'd done so far, I was still pretty inexperienced with actual sex. I felt like I was learning new ways to move my hips, watching her reactions and trying to create the same sounds, the same expressions of ecstasy on her gorgeous, although barely visible face. I reached over and flicked on the lamp, wanting to see her better. She opened her eyes to stare up at me, and it seemed to take us both by surprise. She smiled at me, and I felt myself return it. We kissed each other, and I thrust into her more vigorously. It was my turn to gasp when I felt her already tight channel grip and flex around my hard cock. She smiled at my reaction, then furrowed her brow in concentration as she did it again. I'd forgotten about this, her exercises that were supposed to keep her tight for me. I held her close to me as my hips guided her through another strong orgasm, her fingers shaking as they tried to grip against my shoulders. I laughed at the cute little quirk, remembering how I'd used it to punish her earlier. She smiled again, biting her lip. She slid her hands up behind my head and tugged lightly on my hair. I coaxed her through one more orgasm, and then she slowed things down. She gently pushed my chest, leading me off her. I thought she just wanted me to move, but she raised her legs up in front of her and pushed at my hips with her toes. I smiled at the oddly cute gesture, and got the hint. I pulled out of her, and waited. She stared up at me, breathing heavily. She swept her hair back, and relaxed. "Ok." she said, "Now fuck me." I frowned. Now she wanted it rough? "Jessica..." I said. "No." she interrupted. "Don't talk. Just... use me." She quickly rose up to her knees and hugged me, staring into my eyes. "I want it to hurt." she said. I had literally just got used to being gentle with her, and now she wanted me to be violent again? She seemed to vulnerable for this. I kissed her, softly at first. "No." she sighed, pulling away. "Not like that." She suddenly slapped me hard, the pain exploding across my cheek. I growled and reacted instinctively, lashing out and grabbing her by the throat. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and squeezed it hard, as if challenging me. I let her go, and took a deep, slow breath. In an instant, the warm glow of affection I'd felt darkened and turned back into malice. How dare she slap me. If she wanted it rough, that's what she'd get. "On your knees." I growled, barely holding back my anger. She obeyed quickly, spinning around to face the head board, presenting her pussy to me. I grabbed her hair and forced her face into the pillows. I wasted no time sliding my thick cock into her, forcefully filling her to the hilt. She gasped with pleasure, and I slapped her bare back hard. Her ass was still bruised, and I wasn't sure if she could take more pain there, but my cheek twinged with the pain of her slap, and I reconsidered. I pinched her ass cheeks hard as I continued to thrust into her, fucking her fast and hard. She tried to speak, but I was barely listening. I pulled her head up by her hair. "What." I said, without inflection. "I need... I'm going to..." she panted. "Come if you want." I said. She moaned with pleasure as I forced her back down, putting pressure against the side of her head to keep her pinned. After only a few seconds she came making wild, guttural grunts and groans. "That's it, slut." I growled, "Fucking cum for me." I lost myself in the rhythm of fucking her. This was what I'd wanted to do earlier, at the table, just pound into her all I wanted without having to worry about anything else. Just violently using her, knowing she was loving it as much as I was. I forced her through another two strong, screaming orgasms before I allowed myself to cum. I pulled my softening cock out of her, making her coo and whimper. I released her hair and lay down beside her. It had been a long, confusing, tiring day. Allowing myself that final release calmed me down a little, but I still had to hear what she was thinking. What she would decide. She immediately turned around and draped herself over my body, wrapping her arms around my neck. "This is what I want." she whispered, clinging to me. "It is?" I answered gently. "It feels right." she said, resting her cheek against my chest. "Belonging to you. Being yours. It's better like this." I slid my hand up into her hair and held her close to me. "I never wanted to be a slut." she whispered, tearing up. "I remember my dad calling my mom a slut, and I never wanted that to be me." Bob said that to Alice? The thought was so jarring. "I was like 11." she confessed, quickly, desperately, "I walked out to the stairs in the middle of the night and I could hear them arguing. I think it was because it was the first time she cheated on him. He called her a disgusting slut. I'd never heard him like that. So full of... hatred. So much contempt." I didn't want to interrupt her. She sounded like she needed to get this off her chest. "They argued so much in the next few months. He cheated on her, for revenge I think, then it was her turn again. It was awful. I'd listen to them every time they argued, and cry myself to sleep afterwards, just praying they wouldn't get a divorce." She paused to sob bitterly, and I instinctively pulled her closer to me, hugging her tight against my body. "I remember talking to her." she said, "My mom. She'd been drinking... not a lot. I never saw her really drunk, but she'd definitely had a glass or two. She pulled me on to her lap and told me I was so lucky, because I was such a pretty little thing. I was so beautiful, I'd grow up into a beautiful woman like her, and then all I'd have to do was find a nice handsome man with a good job to look after me. I just remembered thinking... that's exactly what she'd done. That's all my dad was to her; a nice face and a steady pay check. I promised myself I would never end up like her. I'd never end up just some slut for some random guy, just using him for money. That's when I decided to get a job I could be proud of. That's why I work so hard at school, why I want to be a lawyer... I don't want to end up like her." She stopped to take a few breaths. I couldn't believe she was talking about the same two people that had practically helped raise me. They'd always seemed so in love with each other. But then, maybe they were. Love's anything but simple, I knew that even then. "I avoided sex for so long." she continued, "I didn't like talking about, thinking about it, I certainly never wanted to try it. While your sister and all my other friends were out kissing boys and having fun, I just stayed in and studied for tests. I hated being so pretty... but at the same time, I liked it. I never understood it... I hated the idea of anyone touching me, but all I wanted was for boys to look at me, to see how sexy I was. It's always been so confusing. Mike was... just inevitable, I suppose. I was sick of being different, of being a freak. Jessica the prude, the cock tease, the "go on three dates without even a kiss" girl. I picked Mike because he was popular, and handsome, and all I wanted was to be normal. But I never felt anything from him. He didn't even turn me on. After my first time with him, I almost cried. I just thought... this is sex? This was what I'd been isolating myself from, and feeling like a freak because of? And then... someone told me that size might be the problem. I saw yours, how different you were from Mike, and suddenly I was obsessed with the though. That's it, I thought. That's what'll make me feel normal." She looked up at me. "But you're right!" she breathed, "I was interested in you because of your size, but it was the way you treated me that turned me on. The confidence that I thought you'd never have... the sheer nerve to turn away a girl as beautiful as me..." She laughed bitterly, as if at her own vanity. "And then you called me a slut. I'd never really been aroused like that. I was so excited, I was finally feeling what all the other girls seemed to love so much... and then you called me a slut. The one thing I never wanted to be. So I accepted it." I remembered that, the big hazy smile that had spread over her face when she admitted it to me. "It felt good... to finally not have to be afraid of it any more. I couldn't be normal without having sex, and I couldn't do what I was doing with you without being the kind of girl I never wanted to be. So I just accepted it. I would be your slut. If it meant I could finally have real sex, I'd do anything. And all the abuse, the insults, the pain... I thought I was just putting up with it, but... but..." She sobbed again, and squeezed her arms around me. "But I liked it! I liked the way it made me feel, the... dirtiness, the nastiness... it excited me so much... Kept me up at night thinking about it. Dreaming about it. About you. And as much as I hated it, hated becoming the disgusting slut my mother was, I couldn't stop. I gave all of myself to you, begging for it, being punished without fighting back, even calling you Sir, all just so I could keep feeling that incredible thrill." She sobbed loudly and desperately pressed herself against me. She pushed her forehead into my chest, but I ran my fingers through her hair and gently lifted her up to me. "Hey." I whispered, "Hey, it's ok, it's ok..." "I'm sorry..." she whispered back, "I'm sorry for being so disgusting..." "Don't say that." I told her, "You're not disgusting..." "I am, I'm just-" "Stop it." I told her forcefully, "Don't say it. You're not disgusting... not to me." I soothed her as she sobbed violently, clinging to me. This lasted a while, and I just kept holding her and talking gently to her. How could I not have seen this? She'd been through so much pain, so much isolation. Just like me, I realised. She chose to hurt me all those years because she was in pain. If anyone should have noticed that, it was me. And that stuff with her parents... I'd had no idea about any of it. Suddenly her relentless drive and ambition made more sense to me. She was a beautiful girl from a reasonably well-off background; she probably wouldn't have to work for a living, if she didn't want to. But she chose to dedicate all her free time towards a challenging career just so she could be her own person, and not what she thought her mom ended up as. Eventually she calmed down, and sagged exhaustedly against me. "Sir." she said. I was about to answer, but she continued. "Steven. Sir. Steven." She sighed, as if frustrated. I lay back on the bed, about ready to collapse. Her body lay comfortably against mine, and she looked up at me in the low light. "I'm so in love with you." she whispered. "I think that's the hardest part. Despite everything... I love you so much." I kissed her gently. Everything between us was always so difficult, for the both of us. But it seemed we really wanted this. To be together like this. All the bitterness, the nastiness and anger we hid inside ourselves... we could show it to each other. We were the same. She smiled as she pulled away, then shook her head, still wiping away tears. "So... I guess I'm really yours now." she said. My heart leapt, and I smiled widely. "Is that right?" I asked, teasingly. "Are you mine?" "Yesss." she whispered, "I belong to you." I kissed her on the forehead and lay back. I could've fallen asleep just like that, but there was still more to talk about. It seemed like there always was. "We still have to talk." I sighed, sitting up again. She nodded and pulled away. "Right. This is like... a thing. A relationship." she said. "We need to really talk about what it means, to belong to me." I said. "Ok... where do we start?" "Anywhere you want. What are you thinking about? Or... worried about?" "Well..." she said, "Right now I guess I'm worried about... those pictures you've been taking..." "What about them?" "You said you were going to put them online, and..." she trailed off. "I said that was a joke." I reminded her, "No one's going to see those." "Really?" she asked hopefully I sighed. I'd made yet another fucking mistake. "Jessica, those pictures are private, and the only person other than me that will ever see them is you." I said firmly. She seemed surprised. I had to explain this, it was important. "This doesn't work unless it's what we both want it." I said. "That means that I won't ever threaten you or blackmail you to get you to submit to me." "But what about the punishments?" she said. "You can only be punished if you agree to be punished." I said. "Oh, yeah." she said, as if she'd just remembered. "I guess you do always make me ask for it first. I thought that was just a power thing..." "It's a consent thing." I said, frowning. She didn't even understand the basics. My fault again. "Listen, you obey me because you agreed to. You get punished because you agree to. If I started threatening to show off your pictures, or if I used violence to make you do something you didn't want to... well, it'd be a very different relationship, wouldn't it?" I said. She paused, thinking over what I'd said. "Yeah." she said eventually, "It would be different..." "Ok, so, you have to understand that nothing you can say or do will ever make me show those pictures to anyone. They're private, forever. You have to trust me." I said. She smiled widely, so suddenly it was startling. "I trust you." she said, "That much I know. I trust you." "Why?" I blurted out. "How can you trust me after..." "Because it could be worse." she said. I frowned. I opened my mouth to answer, but didn't. "You could be worse." she said, smiling at my confusion. "You think I don't notice how even when you slap me, you never leave a bruise? I had an argument once with Rose that got a bit heated. She slapped me, and it left a mark for two days!" She laughed, as if that were a happy memory. "If I were in your position... If I had power over the person who... who treated me like I treated you... well, I was expecting you to be worse. I expected to wake up after losing my virginity with a black eye and a broken nose." I frowned at the image, even as my sadistic side wanted me to smile. A more sentimental part of me noticed how she still considered me the one who took her virginity, even though she'd been with Mike. "Sometimes you look at me like you want to rip me apart..." she continued, "But you hold yourself back, I see it. You take this big, deep breath and calm yourself down. After you fucked me, and I realised you weren't going to... I don't know, cripple me or something, it just made sense to trust you. I'd already given myself to you and turned out ok. If you really like hurting me... and if you really hate me... then even the fact that you haven't done anything to ruin my life is enough for me to trust you." "That... actually makes sense." I said. I smiled realising that now I was the one that was confused. "So you really think you're a... sadist?" she asked suddenly. She said the word with such disbelief. I felt so horribly exposed. "Yeah." I said, rolling onto my back to look at the ceiling, "I like hurting you. At first I thought it was just a revenge thing, getting you back for all the shit you put me through over the years..." "I thought you were just angry with me." she agreed. "I mean... I know I deserve it-" "But even when I'm not angry I still enjoy it." I explained, cutting her off. "Even when I'm calm, when I can ignore our...our whatever, our past... I still just like hurting you. Or humiliating you... making you cry." "Why?" she asked. I didn't have an answer for that. "I don't know." I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I suddenly felt her hand on my cheek. I looked at her, and she moved into her favourite position, pressing her body against mine. She caressed me gently, and the look on her face made my heart pound. There was so much understanding in her eyes, like she knew how hard this was to admit. It shocked me. She moved in to kiss me, and I let her. She was so gentle, moving so slowly. I pulled her tight against me and returned her kiss. She wasn't rejecting me. I was being accepted by her. I hadn't realised how much this would mean to me, and I felt tears threatening to spring into my eyes. I could tell myself a hundred times that I was fine with being what I was, even that I could enjoy it, but I'd still been holding my breath about what she would think. This was probably one of the reasons I'd put this conversation off for so long. Better to let her think I'm just an angry asshole than some sort of monster. I smiled, and kissed her again. I pulled away, and she rested her head back against my shoulder. It felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest. "It's all kind of... kinky, isn't it." she said quietly. I laughed loudly, breaking the serious and quiet atmosphere. I was bearing my soul to this woman, talking about the most exciting and terrifying self-discovery of my life, and hers too probably. Something that made us fundamentally different, different from other people and from who we thought we were. I hoped it all stacked up to being a little more than just kinky. "I guess you could call it that, yeah." I said, still laughing. I started to stroke her hair again, and she purred with appreciation. She moved her body upwards, laying more of it against me. I was suddenly aware of the weight of her boobs pushing against my body, and tired cock twitched against her leg in response. She felt it, and looked down with a smile. She reached down to stroke me with her talented fingers, coaxing me towards full erection. "Now what do you want to do with this?" she asked. "Where's this big, angry cock going to go, Sir." Without answering, I gently gripped her hips and led her upwards, while she quickly lined us up. She slid herself down onto my thick erection, gasping with pleasure. After only a minute or so, she was riding me fast. I pulled her into a fevered kiss, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I impulsively bit down on it, making her moan with pain. I pulled away from her and attacked her throat, kissing and licking along it. I slid my teeth around it, biting gently, and she squealed with excitement. "Do you know why your cock makes me feels so good, Sir?" she whispered, increasing her pace, "Do you know why your big cock makes me cum so hard?" I didn't answer her, I just spanked her badly bruised ass. She yelped, then sighed with passion. "Because you own me." she hissed, "You own my body... my pussy... You make my cunt feel so good because you... you own it... AAH!" She gasped with pain as I bit down on her shoulder. The things she were saying were driving me insane. My orgasm was approaching surprisingly quickly, and I didn't want to hold it back. This wasn't the gentle lovemaking of earlier, nor the violent domination that followed it. This was just two horny teenagers trying to get off as quickly as possible, revelling in our youth and energy. "Can I...?" "Yesss." I sighed, "Cum for me, slut." She obeyed, and I felt her nails dig painfully into my back as her hot channel gripped me tightly, shaking with her orgasm. I let myself join her, pumping my hips upwards as I came. We held each other tightly as our pleasure shook us. She made one final whimper of pleasure as my wilting shaft slid out of her. She hummed with satisfaction as she rested against my body. I lay back and relaxed. "It was so... scary today." she confessed breathlessly. "When I... punished you?" I panted. "Yeah." she said, "All that pain. It just... took over my whole body. The orgasm, if that's even what it was, just seemed to go on and on. I couldn't think, or move. It was just everywhere. I think that's why I was so angry when I woke up so...afraid. It was so powerful. I'd been worried about everything for a while, but that was my limit, I guess." "Some people call it going into 'sub-space'". I told her quietly, "Like, all the endorphins that come in reaction to the pain and submission... they make you high." "That's kind of cool." she said, smiling. "It sort of felt like I was floating." "Really?" I laughed. She nodded. "I dreamt about you teaching me to swim." she said in a sleepy voice. I laughed again. "That's pretty random." I said. "It's a good memory." she said. "Memory?" "You don't remember?" she asked. I frowned. "Remember what?" "You taught me how to swim." she said, yawning. "When we were kids." "I... I did?" "You don't remember?" she asked again. "We were in a hotel with a pool, Rose, and you, and me. Rose made fun of me because you guys had swimming lessons but I couldn't swim, so you taught me." The memory hit me like a ton of bricks. We couldn't have been more than seven or eight. Our families were on vacation together. The sun was so hot, the smell of chlorine... "You held me on the surface of the water." She said, "You showed me how to float on my back. You just kept saying, 'The water will hold you. You'll float. Don't be afraid. I've got you...'." She yawned again and stretched slowly. "That's what I dreamt about. Except it was you like you are now. Just holding me in the water, your voice telling me 'I've got you. Don't be afraid.'" The memory was suddenly so vivid. I could see her angry, panicked little face whenever she started to flail in the water. I held her in my arms, thinking she was like a pretty princess that I was carrying, glad that the cool, still water was making her so light. I showed her how the water would support her if she just relaxed. How had I forgotten this? I felt her relaxing further and sliding her arms around my neck. She was about to fall asleep. "It wasn't all bad before this." she said quietly, "Between us, I mean. It wasn't all terrible." I didn't answer her, still shocked. It was like a piece of our history had just been blanked from my mind until right then. She was soon asleep in my arms, and I was about to follow her. I smiled, reliving the memory again. "I guess it wasn't." I said to myself. ======= I want you to tell me how you want this to end. Either comment, or Kik me. Any fans, well wishers, or if you just have any questions, suggestions or the like......oh and girls wanting to be a sub, check my profile.

Chapter 3: A Malfoy Milf is taken. "Hmmmm, and what do we have here?" Harry muttered as a black, Golden eyed owl landed on his table where he and Tonks were having their morning tea. They had reached London with no problems and it was just how Harry had left it, if not busier as people went this way and that, hanging decorations and such in preparation for Queen Susan Bone's coronation, which was to be a Kingdom wide event. Fleur had taken a Portkey back to France to sort out some business as well as keep Harry informed on the situation in her war driven country. He had just been finishing up when the owl had flown to his table. He carefully extracted the small letter from the majestic bird's foot, giving it some bacon and watching it tear into the cooked meat eagerly before turning attention to the note. His green eyes quickly scanned it's contents as a small smirk grew on his face. He had more work to do. At least of the pleasurable kind. "Tonks, Love. Change of plans. Take my luggage forward to the estate and have the day off. Seems I still have some business to attend to. I'll be home in a day or two, I assure but it is slightly urgent. Aunt Lily had already been informed." Harry said. Tonks frowned, but nodded then blushed, her hair turning pink as Harry gave her a quick kiss goodbye on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll be fine and back before you know it." He said. He snapped his fingers, his uniform magically changing to an expensive, dark silk suit and tie combo, taking up his wand and money pouch and moving into the busy streets, disappearing in the crowds of London's people. ##################################### Narcissa Malfoy, formerly known as Narcissa Black, was a cultured and gentle lady of noble birth. Beautiful, smart and politically ruthless yet with a kind and gentle heart when it came to her family. Her father Romulus had seen the advantages in a Malfoy/Black union and marriage and had arranged her engagement and marriage to Lucius Malfoy, her now husband. She hadn't minded. She knew the advantages of the union, knew the Malfoy's were a rich and noble family and had some influence (however little as they were considered a "Dark" family) in the king's court and among some of the king's men. They could use this to better the Black and Malfoy families. Lucius Malfoy had actually been the last born, the 4th son in a family of 4, all of them boys. Her sister, Bellatrix had soon been arranged to form another marriage connection with Rodolphus Lestrange of the Lestrange Noble family. All seemed to go well until tragedy began striking their families left and right. First off was the Malfoys. A month after marrying into the family, a severe case Dreadflu, a dangerous magical disease, decided to break out in the United kingdom. Unfortunately, not many survive when they catch the disease and Lucius's whole family, his father, mother and 3 brothers all perished in one night. The same happened to the Lestrange's family, decimating all but Rodolphus. In a night, the lordship of these two powerful families had been left to those who had not been trained to manage them well. And this was where the second tragedy struck. Rodolphus and Lucius were idiots! There was no two ways about it. They had wielded their lordships like toys, wasting gold and resources on every minor thing to show off their wealth and "power", openly talking of their hate for the king and how a return to the old ways was needed. (With how they talked, it was no wonder how the Lestrange or Malfoy families had never fought under the Lady Morgana's Banner. Even she would not take fools under her wing.) Soon, either from false charges, (they were very true) witnessed slander against the royal family or just being idiotic in their illegal dealings both her and her sister's husband were doing a hard 70 years in the deepest and darkest cells in Azkaban while Narcissa (and a newborn son, who for all intents and purposes was his idiot father returned) and Bellatrix were left to struggle and survive on their estates, working hard to pay for their lifestyle else lose face in court and out in public while bringing shame to the Houses Lestrange, Malfoy and Black. Something that could not happen! (Her "light" sided cousin Sirius had made this quite clear, the Bastard!) And Thus Narcissa had been left with one last recourse. She had sent a letter to the Great lady Morgana (wherever she may be) who had sent one to Lily Evans who had sent one to Harry Evans and thus he now sat before her, enjoying a nice cup of warm tea. "Thank you for coming, Lord Evans." She smiled in gratitude, one that Harry politely returned. "I do as my Lady wishes and her wish was for us to aid the House Malfoy and Lestrange in any way possible.. for a price to be discussed at our discretion of course." He said politely as Narcissa took him in with a descerning eye. She had known the now dead king had a near army of bastards yet from what many had said, most of them took after their mothers. Harry seemed to be the only one who had the king's handsome looks and physique yet with the bright emerald eyes of his mother. She had hoped to get some information on his character from Draco, her son, but it seemed they never walked in the same circles. ("Why should I have walked in the same space as some bastard?" He had said, much to Narcissa's annoyance and anger. Her son was good for nothing it seemed.) All in all, the young man before her was quite a catch and Narcissa couldn't help but get a little damp underneath at the look of him. Harry himself was taking in Narcissa as well. She looked delightfully young for a witch of 38 years and he knew for certain those good breeding hips and the large pair of tits she was hiding beneath that silk black dress would be good to pop out and feed a few good children for House Evans. She was one of the most desirable women in the kingdom as was her sister. Long, flowing blonde hair that reached the end of her back, full, soft lips painted a shining emerald and a noble, beautiful face. The body she hid beneath her clothes must be a sight many would kill to see. Her and her sister would be a fine addition to his Harem of mistresses as well as a way to get their two houses under control of House Evans and this under his Dark lady Morgana's sway. Finishing his tea, he reached into his suit pocket and came out with a piece of parchment. "Our terms are major yet simple, Miss Narcissa. And they are only two. Seeing as it will be House Evans clearing all of your debts and providing for your needs, it is we who set the terms." Harry said seriously as Narcissa fought the uneasiness and still growing excitement in her heart. "Term one is that you and your sister will from now on be my Women.. My Mistresses and pleasure slaves. I will use you and your sister Bellatrix as a source of relief as well as brood mares. You will bare my children who will have my name yet take the Malfoy and Lestrange holdings and lordships when they come of age." Harry said, moving up from his seat and moving to a nervous yet excited Narcissa. He moved behind her chair, moving his hands gently to her shoulders. She did not move away and had yet to protest his demands. Good. "Secondly, you and your sister will Draft a letter to the Malfoy and Lestrange lawyers, moving all assets to the Evans holdings and ownership. You and your sister will keep the Malfoy and Lestrange names for now yet proclaim your Mistress titles to the Evans family in next week's Daily prophet. I will personally see to it that Lucius and Rodolphus receive a copy of the paper in Azkaban. I'm going to drag their names through the mud and muck of the realm till they mean nothing. You and your sister will proudly walk by my side as your bellies swells with my children, as I show the court and the kingdom how I cucked two of the "strongest" supporters of the "Dark" and knocked up their wives. They dared associate their stupidity and ambitions with Lady Morgana's name and I will see their humiliation be completed by stealing and knocking up their wives." He said vehemently and Narcissa could now feel the wetness in her loins at his words. The words of a true Lord of the Kingdom. He continued. "For this, you will be officially taken in a mistresses of House Evans, under the protection of us and our Lady. Your every monetary desire will be fullfilled. You and any of my children you give me will live a life in which you lack nothing. You will be rich and well taken care if as well as have certain powers and prestige as my Mistresses." He said, moving lower to finally to kiss her bare shoulder, eliciting a small gasp of both shock and desire as he continued to kiss upwards, moving towards her lips. "W-what about my son? What of-ahh! Draco?" She said, another gasp leaving her pretty mouth as he kissed her cheek. "You will soon have many children to nourish, love and care for more than that stupid ponce. Forget him! If he wants to survive, let him find a job!" Harry growled out before claiming Narcissa's lips in a possessive kiss, deep and lust filled, that had the soon to be former Malfoy matriarch moaning into it with desire. ####################################### They had taken their lust to the stately bedroom of the Malfoy manor. They burst through the large door to the bedroom, making out, kissing passionately as their lips refuses to leave each other. Harry was enjoying exploring every inch of her mouth, all the while, his fingers were playing havoc on her wet pussy, sliding in and out of her hot, wet pleasure chamber, making her legs weak. He finally broke their kiss and snapped his fingers, his suit and all disappearing from as Narcissa's eyes widened at the sight of his large erection, his large and thick cock making her even more wet at the thought of his member invading her steaming Honey pot. Her hand moved forward to gently cup his balls, feeling the weight of his two grapefruit sized cum orbs as shivers of lust raced through her. She snapped her fingers and her own clothes came off, the expensive black dress falling off, leaving her only with the expensive gold and diamond jewelry she was wearing all over, making her look like truly like an expensive whore and Harem slave. He looked to the expensive wedding ring on her finger, swearing mentally to cover it in his cum and have her throw it into the garbage after. Her body was fit and curvaceous for an older witch and mother as she had trained to work of the fat she had gained from pregnancy, leaving her with a well defined frame. All the right curves in all the right places yet with an ass that just seemed to be begging for a harsh spanking. And those D-cups tits seemed to be made to feed an army of children he would enjoy giving her. The austere and seductive looks of her face just heightened her beauty and Harry couldn't help but pull her to him, letting her feel the heat of his cock on her belly as he brought his lips to meet her soft, full emerald painted ones in a deep kiss, running his hands to her long, thick locks of lustrous and soft blonde hair. After a minute or two, they broke their kiss once more and gazed into each other's eyes, emerald meeting bright blue. He sat down on the silk sheets and soft blankets of her marriage bed, one she had only ever shared with Lucius, and parted his legs, letting his cock prominently into her view. "Go ahead. Pleasure your Man." Harry said and a wave of lust hit Narcissa and she moved towards him, going to her knees and reaching for his cock. She smelled the lust and musk radiating from him and his cock, the smell of the man who would be planting his seed in her and her sister in the years to come, who would take their bodies and hearts for his own and destroy the Houses of Malfoy and Lestrange while bringing the House of Black and Evan's to prominence and power in the Kingdom. Her warm and wet tongue did not hesitate as it moved from her mouth and taste her man's wonderful cock. Harry moaned and Narcissa moved forward, pressing a lewd and wet sucking kiss on his cockhead, tasting his wonderful precum while leaving and emerald lipstick mark on its leaking head. She licked her lips, tasting the undercurrent of his salty jizz, shuddering with lust and knowing of the gallons of seed his large balls were no doubt waiting to feed her. The proud blonde noble lady let her full lips part, filling the bedroom with loud and wet sucking sounds as she took his large cock deep inside her mouth quite easily, the sign of a mature and knowledgeable woman in the bedroom. She used her tongue, hungrily licking and pleasuring Harry's swollen cock, savouring the taste of his dick. Her blue eyes were a blaze of lust, always looking up at Harry's while also concentrating on nothing else in the world but the flavor of his cock in her mouth. She started sucking harder, her cheeks flushed bright red and her warm mouth puckering with her suction around his cock. The mature woman held onto his cock, the Malfoy wedding ring shining as she held up his meaty, thick cock as she slurped and sucked loudly on it, bobbing her head up and down its length, leaving a ring of emerald lipstick near its base, shamelessly whoring away her mouth to a younger man. "Fuck! You're quite a slut, Narcissa! And to think that idiot Malfoy threw it all away to play at some ambitious lord!" Harry let out, a grin on his face. Narcissa did not answer, though his words deeply pleased her. Her soft and perfectly painted emerald lips closed once more around Harry's long, thick cock. She felt his dick begin to enlarge further at the pleasure of her actions as her tongue moved along his shaft. Her head moved back and forth, her blonde hair moving with her as she took to sucking as much of his length into her throat as possible. Her warm and wet mouth covered his cock shaft with hot saliva, giving him pleasure. His cock-head grew larger and she could feel, no doubt preparing for the load that would past through it to feed her. The rhythmic sucking and milking of her soft and velvety mouth had Harry in the throws of pleasure, making him jut his hips forward gently, moving deeper and deeper into her cocksucking mouth. Narcissa sucked harder now, tasting the small amounts of his cum now getting mixed with his potent prejizz and finding the taste acceptable and pleasant. She only let of his cock once, moving his member from her warm mouth and letting her eager lips latch onto one of his large balls in a eager kiss, then the other and finally back to the first large cum ball, sucking it into her mouth and gently nursing it in her mouth, bathing the huge testicle in hot saliva. After a good two minutes of her treatment, she let it out if her mouth with a Pop! Moving her mouth to give his other orb the same treatment before releasing it. She gave each now spit shined testicle a few gentle licks and each a deep kiss of appreciation, leaving each with a bright green lipstick mark, her territory marked as she returned to eagerly sucking his cock. She knew he was almost ready to blow and sucked relentlessly on his aching cock with her full, tender lips and warm mouth. "Do it my Lord. Cum for me! Cum and feed me that huge load of jizz you're storing for me. Feed this mature, cheating slut a nice, big load." She moaned between kisses and suck to his cock. The words of this mature and Noble milf were too much for Harry. Narcissa was just too good at it, as expected of such a mature women. "Fuck! Take it you blonde Milf! Drink that seed!" Harry groaned out, taking her soft lock in his hand and pushing her mouth down to his cock. Harry came hard into the mature blonde's mouth, his cock thrusting over her warm tongue and squirting his load into her eager mouth. Narcissa began to swallow it all down. She gulped his seed down eagerly as his huge and thick load of cum filled her mouth, magically charged sperm shooting from his cockhead into her mouth and down into her belly. Harry has stopped holding onto her head, only gently massaging her hair and moving his hands through her golden locks as he came but she did not try to move away as he filled her mouth with his thick and hot creamy meal, unloading into her eagerly sucking mouth. His creamy torrent of cum blew again and again into her whore mouth, splattering on its roof and then shooting past her tonsils and lapping tongue down into her throat. His seed tasted different than her husbands, rich, with a flavour she approved and filled to the brim with natural magical energy from his core. No doubt to ensure magically strong progeny and to give his women a source of nourishment in bed. It would explain the huge load he was feeding her, the sheer wave of cum cream he blasted again and again out of his cock, making his dick pulse and quiver wildly between her sucking lips as its load of thick, hot sperm straight from the source. "Fuck! Fuck! This is a big one!" Harry groaned out. He enjoyed how her mouth was hungrily sucking out his cum, helping his cock unload more and more if his seed into her hungry belly. "Morgana! His like a horse! Where was he keeping all this tasty cum! He'd most likely impregnate all those ambitious harlots in Slytherin if he dared sleep with them!" Narcissa wondered. It was an huge load, bigger than any Lucius had ever let out, whether nursed from his balls into her mouth or cunt. Harry's load however, spurted in thick spurts, speweing down her throat, making her suck his cock harder than ever just to get mostly every drop of his seed, letting out blast after blast of rich, thick and creamy Jizz. Again and again, her mouth was filled and she swallowed, not daring to waste a drop of her man's precious seed, filling the bedroom with the sound of her sperm gulping and eager sucking. Harry had other ideas than letting her drink it all down however. He stood up and pulled out of her mouth and her eagerly sucking lips, ignoring her whining protests to drink more of his seed as he pushed back her face and blasted her regal and beautiful features with streams of thick cum, covering parts of her beautiful face and some of her blonde hair with hot sperm. "Ughnn! Take that load, you cheating Whore!" Harry groaned before finally tapering off and sitting back on the bed. Narcissa didn't miss a beat, moving back between his legs and putting semi-hard cock back into her mouth. Her soft lips tightly sealed his cock in, bobbing her head back and forth as she cleaned his cock-head, sucking out every last drop of his, thick, hot, life-giving sperm that she could until he was completely drained, not letting his dick out of her mouth till it had gone soft. Harry watched as Narcissa opened her mouth to him, letting him see the thick and steaming load of his sperm she held in her mouth unswallowed. She garguled Harry's load for his enjoyment, watching his creamy goo bubble in her mouth before she closed her mouth, swishing around his sperm like it was fine wine and swallowing thickly having to force his thick load down her throat, smacking her lips in satisfaction afterwards. Harry shuddered with lust, seeing such a regal and beautiful woman drink down his seed like it was fine wine. A treat to be savoured. Oh yes, Narcissa and Bellatrix would make fine additions to the Evans family. Any progeny he would have with them would be health and powerful and if this was how much fun he had making them with the two sisters of house Black, then he'd be spending a lot of time breeding them. ################################### It hadn't taken long to freshen up. But that wasn't much of a problem now as Narcissa lay on her marriage bed, her blonde hair splayed out on the silk covers and sheets. The mature women was a noble seductress and Harry knew it. Her legs were parted and her pussy glistened and shone with her juices "Take me, my Young Lord. Take me, breed me and make your woman." She mewled out eagerly, her fingers spreading open her cunt lips. Harry moved onto the bed, massive legs, and pushed them up until her knees were pressed against her huge tits, Her wet, needy pureblood pussy was totally exposed, leaking an unbelievable amount of her mature juices in anticipation of the large, thick cock she was staring down. Harry was going to fuck her and fuck her like she needed to fucked! Harry pressed the tip of his thick meat against Narcissa's wet folds. She moaned and shuddered in anticipation, biting her soft lips. “Its not a safe day! I'm fucking fertile." she bemoaned mentally. “I didn't even put up a fight sucking his cock and drinking down his cum! I really am going to be his woman if he puts it in. I'm going to be pregnant with a bastard, leave and shame my husband for a younger lord!" She thought. And yet the idea seemed more and more enticing. Harry didn't hesitate. He pressed his pelvis in between Narcissa's soft and warm thighs and asscheeks and drove his cock balls deep into her soaking wet, hot honeypot, effortlessly pushing his cock deep into her, the sound of her pussy slurping and gripping his cock filling the room as she cried out in pleasure. the entire thing all the way with a meaty sluicing sound that was utterly lewd! He held onto her, pushing her legs further upwards and apart as he began to pound into her in a deep mating press, taking her deeply as he fucked her. Her eyes were wide and her cries loud as Harry fucked her, his cock going deeper than Lucius had ever done, his large cock pushing all the way up to her cervix, where he pounded into ferociously, demanding entrance. Unfortunately or fortunately for Narcissa, she hadn't the control of her body she had in her younger years and her cervix was soon giving way to his assault, a few minutes of pounding and her cervix betrayed her, opening up and swallowing the head of his cock, allowing the rest of his length inside as he now fucked into her cum-thirsty womb. Already her motherly instincts were taking over and her body was sensing the presence of a powerful mate in her new lover. Her magic raved through her pussy, making her cunt more wet, soft and inviting while harder to let go of Harry's cock. Her ovaries throbbed and softened, readying themselves for penetration, her womb spreading slightly and becoming soft and pliable, ready for the powerful child she would soon be bred with. "Fuck! Such a slutty Milf you are, lady Narcissa! You must really want me to knock you up, what with how you're pussy won't let go of me." Harry said, smugly, sweat dripping from their bodies as they fucked. Narcissa couldn't deny it. Her cunt was soaking and she had already quietly cummed 3 times from Harry's fucking. The sound of their fucking filling the room with the hard, wet and loud slaps of flesh on flesh. She was cumming almost continuously from his brutal, wombfuck, her body loving the rough, hot and depraved babymaking sex they were having. The thought of this powerful and Wealthy young Lord knocking her up, stealing her from her husband and making her his mistress, his woman was utterly pleasurable to her. The thought of his large, smooth grapefruit sized balls churning out a huge, virile load into her receptive, fertile and unprotected womb send spasms of pleasure all over her. She could almost feel her eggs dropping one after the other in readiness, her oviducts widening to open up for his seed. The thought of her, a mature and Noble beauty of the realm, the soon to be ex-matriarch of the Malfoy family, a noble line stretching back to the founders, bearing the seed of a man young enough to be her son and nurturing his bastard children in her womb, had her cumming over and over as he fucked her. Harry grit his teeth as he continued to rail against Narcissa's pussy, fucking her hard, deep and fast. Holding on to give her more pleasure than she'd ever have and cement her loyalty to him. With her legs pushed up and away, Narcissa could do nothing but cry, mewl and scream in pleasure as he did. But finally, Harry's limit was reached. "Take my load, you CHEATING SLUT!!" He roared. He groaned in pleasure, moving down onto her and capturing her lips in a deep kiss as spurt after spurt of hot, steamy jizz came out if his cock, splashing deep into Narcissa's womb. His cock blasted hot, virile jizz directly into her defenceless, mature womb again and again, releasing more and more jizz as he pulled out, her pussy milking him for all he had as he impregnated the mature witch on the spot. He pulled out finally, watching the mature Witch quiver and shake with the aftershocks of her final orgasm from his breeding, her hair splayed out, shining around her and her body dripping with sweat, as was his. He pulled her under the covers, Narcissa too weak with pleasure to do anything. He pulled her next to him, her warm body wrapping around him automatically as her mind acknowledged him as her man and lord. He gently pushed deep into her cum leaking pussy, plugging her up and pulling her closer, enjoying the feel of her large, soft breasts on his chest. They fell asleep, his nose in her sweet smelling blonde hair and his cock deep in her, ensuring her impregnation as he dreamt of Narcissa's soft, full lips on his cock when he woke up and breeding her sister as he had bred her.

I can see the moon shining through the window. I follow its rays until they settle on your gentle curves. Your hips push up against the sheets and your bare shoulders are being kissed by the night air. I reach out and caress the lines of your shoulder and follow them down over your side and over your rounded hips and as far down your legs as I can reach. I pull my body close to yours and bury my face into your silver moonlight kissed hair. I inhale the scent of your skin; its spicy scent lingers in my nose and all I smell is you. I kiss your neck and shoulders tasting the sweet saltiness of you skin on my lips. I slowly pull the sheets down your body and your beautiful full breasts are exposed. Your nipples stand up from the chill of the night air and I lightly rub them with my fingertips. Your head rolls to the side and a sigh escapes your lips. I’m not sure if you’re awake but I just can’t get enough of you. Your face is an angel when you’re sleeping and your body is calling to me. I pull the sheet farther down your body until you are completely naked in the moonlight. I softly kiss your sleeping face and start to glide my fingertips over your body; your stomach, your breasts, each nipple and your neck. But I linger the longest on your cheek and your eyes flutter open. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue as it reflects the paleness of the moon. I lean down and kiss your lips. I feel your hand come around and cup the back of my neck and pull me deeper. My hands caress your cheek and move down over your throat. Memories of you singing our song to me make my heart leap. I continue to dance my fingers in the moonlight over your chest and they pause over your heart. I can feel it fluttering in your chest and it quickens my own blood. The heat from the blood in your veins rush to your skin and your cheeks get rosey. You roll towards me making your nipples like beacons in the night. I move onto my knees shifting the sheet off of me. We are both naked in the moon and getting ready to make love. I straddle your gorgeous body and lean down to kiss your lips, and then your throat, and then that little spot behind your ear you like so much. Your hands clasp onto my sides roaming over my taut waist and firm buttocks. As I lean to kiss more of your neck and shoulders, our nipples touch ever so slightly and we both inhale deeply, the anticipation almost too much. I slink down your body trailing my fingers over your body as I move. Your own hands slide up my body as I move closer and closer to your belly button. The further down I move, the more of your skin I caress. I inhale deeply as I stop right over your stomach. I take a deep breath as I fill myself with your essence, your very soul, my soul’s mate. Your skin is intoxicating smelling of soap and a hint of sweat. I lay my head down to get as close to you as I can. I feel your pussy throbbing on my breast that settled there when I laid down my head. Your hands are lost in my hair and around my face. I look you in the eyes and you look back, capturing me in that moment: you shimmering in the moonlight, me bespelled by you’re very being, the moon a silent watcher….two lovers and a celestial voyeur are the only ones aware of what is happening, of our love. Your lips turn into a quick smile and my heart melts further. I smile back and move up for one last kiss. I move down past your gorgeous neck, your perfect breasts, you flat stomach and finally stop at the object of my search: your wet, hot pussy. I kiss her reverently, like a goddess statue in a temple. I gently place my tongue on your clit and you tilt your head back with a sigh and open your legs wider. I rove around with my tongue reaching every part of you. I dip inside for a quick taste of what is to come. A little moan escapes your lips and your hands begin to massage and tease your nipples. Just watching you brings my own pussy into heat. I slowly lick from your hot hole to your reddening clit, making your climax build slowly. I want this to be the best lovemaking we’ve ever had. Your legs begin to quiver and your breath comes faster. As I continue to bring you closer and closer, your body shines in the moonlight from the sweat on your skin. The heady scent of your pussy juices and sweat mingle in the air and I feel my own desire to be loved begin to build. I break away for a moment to breathe. In that quick respite I glance up and see your eyes locked on my face. Before I can bring you to orgasm, you grab my shoulders and pull my up and leave us in a sitting position on our knees. You place your hands gently on either side of my face and kiss me tenderly making my own breath catch. You leave one hand on my face and reach between my legs, pushing my legs slightly apart so you can reach my own dripping cunt. You begin to run your finger nail over my sensitive clit causing my body to jump away for just a moment. I bring my body closer to you and reach my own hand down to your pussy. We slip in a finger into each other and somehow manage to stay on our knees with a lot of effort. We lock our lips in passion and slip in one more finger into our lover’s amazing pussies and begin to pull in and out slowly. As our climaxes push forward faster and faster, so do we. Trying to cum at the same time in each others’ arms we quiver and sweat. You move your kisses to my neck and I hold you tight. Your hot breath cascades over my neck and shoulder. Our hold on reality slips as the moon’s light makes the experience seem unreal. Our bodies glisten and squirm against each other and our hands and fingers are working furiously for the others' ecstasy. I move my thumb to your clit and apply pressure to make you cum soon. You match my efforts and I begin to breathe harder, holding you tighter as I feel my climax begin to take over. I whisper “I love you” into your ear and you whisper “I love you too.” With a few more indulging thrusts your body shakes and you moan in my ear, your body almost collapsing if not for me holding you up. Finally your finger hits my g-spot and I begin to cum almost collapsing myself. Our bodies writhe in pleasure and the room is filled with our moaning and noisy finger fucking. We shudder one last time and collapse to the bed sheets, breathing hard in each others’ arms. I kiss your neck and face until I finally make it to your slightly parted lips. I breathe in your breath and kiss you one more time. At last I showed you how much I love you. Though it is late and I am tired, I couldn’t let this moment pass. As we lay next to each other utterly spent, I watch the moon move over your glistening body and smile slightly.

I can see the moon shining through the window. I follow its rays until they settle on your gentle curves. Your hips push up against the sheets and your bare shoulders are being kissed by the night air. I reach out and caress the lines of your shoulder and follow them down over your side and over your rounded hips and as far down your legs as I can reach. I pull my body close to yours and bury my face into your silver moonlight kissed hair. I inhale the scent of your skin; its spicy scent lingers in my nose and all I smell is you. I kiss your neck and shoulders tasting the sweet saltiness of you skin on my lips. I slowly pull the sheets down your body and your beautiful full breasts are exposed. Your nipples stand up from the chill of the night air and I lightly rub them with my fingertips. Your head rolls to the side and a sigh escapes your lips. I’m not sure if you’re awake but I just can’t get enough of you. Your face is an angel when you’re sleeping and your body is calling to me. I pull the sheet farther down your body until you are completely naked in the moonlight. I softly kiss your sleeping face and start to glide my fingertips over your body; your stomach, your breasts, each nipple and your neck. But I linger the longest on your cheek and your eyes flutter open. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue as it reflects the paleness of the moon. I lean down and kiss your lips. I feel your hand come around and cup the back of my neck and pull me deeper. My hands caress your cheek and move down over your throat. Memories of you singing our song to me make my heart leap. I continue to dance my fingers in the moonlight over your chest and they pause over your heart. I can feel it fluttering in your chest and it quickens my own blood. The heat from the blood in your veins rush to your skin and your cheeks get rosey. You roll towards me making your nipples like beacons in the night. I move onto my knees shifting the sheet off of me. We are both naked in the moon and getting ready to make love. I straddle your gorgeous body and lean down to kiss your lips, and then your throat, and then that little spot behind your ear you like so much. Your hands clasp onto my sides roaming over my taut waist and firm buttocks. As I lean to kiss more of your neck and shoulders, our nipples touch ever so slightly and we both inhale deeply, the anticipation almost too much. I slink down your body trailing my fingers over your body as I move. Your own hands slide up my body as I move closer and closer to your belly button. The further down I move, the more of your skin I caress. I inhale deeply as I stop right over your stomach. I take a deep breath as I fill myself with your essence, your very soul, my soul’s mate. Your skin is intoxicating smelling of soap and a hint of sweat. I lay my head down to get as close to you as I can. I feel your pussy throbbing on my breast that settled there when I laid down my head. Your hands are lost in my hair and around my face. I look you in the eyes and you look back, capturing me in that moment: you shimmering in the moonlight, me bespelled by you’re very being, the moon a silent watcher….two lovers and a celestial voyeur are the only ones aware of what is happening, of our love. Your lips turn into a quick smile and my heart melts further. I smile back and move up for one last kiss. I move down past your gorgeous neck, your perfect breasts, you flat stomach and finally stop at the object of my search: your wet, hot pussy. I kiss her reverently, like a goddess statue in a temple. I gently place my tongue on your clit and you tilt your head back with a sigh and open your legs wider. I rove around with my tongue reaching every part of you. I dip inside for a quick taste of what is to come. A little moan escapes your lips and your hands begin to massage and tease your nipples. Just watching you brings my own pussy into heat. I slowly lick from your hot hole to your reddening clit, making your climax build slowly. I want this to be the best lovemaking we’ve ever had. Your legs begin to quiver and your breath comes faster. As I continue to bring you closer and closer, your body shines in the moonlight from the sweat on your skin. The heady scent of your pussy juices and sweat mingle in the air and I feel my own desire to be loved begin to build. I break away for a moment to breathe. In that quick respite I glance up and see your eyes locked on my face. Before I can bring you to orgasm, you grab my shoulders and pull my up and leave us in a sitting position on our knees. You place your hands gently on either side of my face and kiss me tenderly making my own breath catch. You leave one hand on my face and reach between my legs, pushing my legs slightly apart so you can reach my own dripping cunt. You begin to run your finger nail over my sensitive clit causing my body to jump away for just a moment. I bring my body closer to you and reach my own hand down to your pussy. We slip in a finger into each other and somehow manage to stay on our knees with a lot of effort. We lock our lips in passion and slip in one more finger into our lover’s amazing pussies and begin to pull in and out slowly. As our climaxes push forward faster and faster, so do we. Trying to cum at the same time in each others’ arms we quiver and sweat. You move your kisses to my neck and I hold you tight. Your hot breath cascades over my neck and shoulder. Our hold on reality slips as the moon’s light makes the experience seem unreal. Our bodies glisten and squirm against each other and our hands and fingers are working furiously for the others' ecstasy. I move my thumb to your clit and apply pressure to make you cum soon. You match my efforts and I begin to breathe harder, holding you tighter as I feel my climax begin to take over. I whisper “I love you” into your ear and you whisper “I love you too.” With a few more indulging thrusts your body shakes and you moan in my ear, your body almost collapsing if not for me holding you up. Finally your finger hits my g-spot and I begin to cum almost collapsing myself. Our bodies writhe in pleasure and the room is filled with our moaning and noisy finger fucking. We shudder one last time and collapse to the bed sheets, breathing hard in each others’ arms. I kiss your neck and face until I finally make it to your slightly parted lips. I breathe in your breath and kiss you one more time. At last I showed you how much I love you. Though it is late and I am tired, I couldn’t let this moment pass. As we lay next to each other utterly spent, I watch the moon move over your glistening body and smile slightly.

Zeta was my girlfriend. Right now she was sitting opposite me in the bar where we met up with friends nearly every Friday night. The chat was the usual light-hearted banter – anecdotes from the past week, who’d been seen going out with whom, who had split up and why. The usual stuff! I kept looking over at Zeta and when I caught her eye I winked at her or mouthed the words “Do you wanna fuck me?” I would do this normally because it made her laugh but tonight she was kind of scowling at me. I just shrugged my shoulders, and carried on talking to Jodie about the latest Hollywood marriage bust up. Zeta is what is known on the scene as a bull dyke. She is butch looking and acting, with short blonde hair and she wears nothing but men’s shirts and jeans. I, on the other hand, am the stereotypical femme, long hair, nail polish, dresses, high-heels, the works. I know in this day and age we an anachronism, and I know people laugh at us behind our backs but this is really how both of us are and we wouldn’t change it for the world. “Right!” I said, “I’m off for a pee and a reapplication of the lippy, guys.” I shook my ass a little at Zeta as I stood up then made my way to the powder room – I love that old fashioned word! I checked my reflection in the mirror. I gave myself a little smile – I am nothing if not vain! - and made my way to a cubicle. I was just about to close the cubicle door when a foot came from nowhere and blocked it. I hadn’t heard anyone come in behind me. I was shocked and I gasped. Before I knew what was happening the door burst open and Zeta was grabbing my throat with her hand, turning me around and pushing me up against the cubicle door as she fastened the lock. I couldn’t move as Zeta’s hand was choking me. My face was going red - I could feel it beginning to burn - and my eyes were starting to bulge. I was a little worried; she wasn’t normally quite this violent. Then she released her grip on me slightly, so I could breathe normally, as she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “You, you little slut. You have been trying to turn me on all evening. Haven’t you?” I nodded, yes. “Did you think that I was just gonna sit there and take it? Did you really think that I wasn’t going to do anything about it?” I could feel her hot breath on my ear and before I had time to answer she thrust her hand roughly up my blouse, pulled up my bra and began squeezing my left breast and nipple hard. She tweaked and twisted my nipple until it was stinging. She was really worked up. I’d never known her quite this rampant! I took in a few calming intakes of breath, still a little shocked but beginning to relax and enjoy this impromptu, if somewhat painful, fumble! “You, my little Petal, are going to get just what you have been asking for,” again Zeta whispered this in my ear as her hand left my tingling, throbbing nipple. She pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties down as far as she could get them and grabbed my crotch, squeezing it tightly. “Before I go any further, sweet thing,” she licked the whole of the right hand side of my face with her tongue, “I’m betting that you are just more than a little bit wet down there. Am I right? Is my dirty little slut all wet and swollen? Will my fingers just slide effortlessly along that pussy of yours?” I nodded again as I felt her hand delve into my pussy, pass my clit and move straight to my cunt hole. She immediately thrust two fingers inside. My knees literally trembled and almost gave way as I felt Zeta’s fingers ram inside me, filling me up, thrusting deep into my cunt, but Zeta still had her hand on my throat and she moved it to my shoulder and steadied me. “Just as I thought – absolutely, soaking, fucking wet!” Zeta spat the words out as she thrust her fingers into my pussy like a woman possessed. “Is that good, Petal? Are you enjoying your fingering? Want more? Do you? Does my filthy little whore want more?” “Yes! Oh God Zeta, this is so good! Yes, I want more.” I moaned and closed my eyes. This was hot - she was making me so hot! Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers from me, moved her hand from my shoulder and spun me round to face the other way, my left cheek slamming against the door, my hair sticking to my sweating forehead. I could feel her pulling my panties down to my ankles and then heard the zip of her jeans being pulled down. “Get that cute little sopping wet pussy over here,” she said. I took a step backwards and as I did I looked over my shoulder and there was Zeta sitting on the W.C. with the bright pink dildo of her strapon pointing heavenwards. Jeez, I thought, she’s had the strapon on all evening! She’d planned this all along! “You dirty dog, Zeta Macfarlane!” I almost yelled, “ How long have you been planning this?” “Not long,” she grinned, “now get yourself sat on this thing!” I backed myself up until I felt the end of the dildo slap against my ass and manoeuvred myself until I felt it tap at my cunt hole. Zeta held it steady for me as I slowly eased myself onto it. Zeta bucked up as much as she could and I began to grind my pussy into her mound and thrusting up and down on the dildo. She moved a hand round and began rubbing my clit. I was so turned on that I knew I was going to cum almost immediately and then I felt her softly kiss my neck and ear, nuzzling into me, “Cum Petal, oh that’s it sugar, let it go, cum for your dirty old dog, I love it when you cum,” she whispered. “Oh God, Zeta, I love you. Oh Zeta - OOOOOHHHH!” and with that I felt the orgasm ripping through me and I threw out both my arms to steady myself on the cubicle walls as Zeta continued to thrust and gently kiss me on the neck, arms around me, holding me tight, keeping time with the slowing of my spasms. We walked back to the table hand in hand, a bit flushed and sweaty, and as we sat down, Jodie looked at us in mock disgust, raising her eyes to the ceiling. “For pities sake you two! Don’t you ever get enough?” In unison Zeta and I shook our heads and said “Never!”

The following is something which happened to me a few years ago while I was a junior in college. I was 21 years old and, while I had a lot of good friends and had relationships with girls in school, the other side of me which I kept hidden was the fact that I was also very sexually attracted to guys. I had never had a sexually experience with a guy, partially out of fear of being revealed, but also partially because I was in denial about myself. I wasn’t convinced I was bi, instead convincing myself that I was just curious. Connor was a good friend I met freshman year. We had lived across the hall from each other in our dorm. I remember thinking to myself when I met him that he was quite attractive. He was partially of Asian descent, his father having moved to the States as a child and his mother American-born. He was on the tall side, I guess around 6’2”. He had a great body. He was into soccer, running, and lacrosse, so watching him walking shirtless down the dorm hall after a shower was always a pleasure. He had a somewhat dark complexion, something that he said came from his mother’s side. His hair was virtually jet black and he had the most beautiful dark brown eyes. I often fantasized about Connor, and often would use the alone time I had in the shower to satisfy some of my urges about him. Yet, even after these shower sessions, I still could never admit to myself that I was anything but straight. As sophomores, once again we lived across from each other and we hung out even more than we did during freshman year. It was clear to see that we were each other’s best friend. So when we had the opportunity to live in a 2-bedroom apartment as juniors, the choice of roommates was easy for us. The apartment was nice: a third floor apartment with a decent-sized living room, a super-comfortable couch, a kitchen, bathroom, and two separate bedrooms. His dad bought him a 42” flat-screen TV to put in the living room and my parents gave me a coffee table to sit in front of the couch. It was a great setup. Nothing eventful happened during the first few months. Classes, studying, and occasionally hanging out with our friends. Connor had a girlfriend, Tara. She would come over occasionally and even spent the night with Connor a few times. Admittedly, I was jealous of Tara and the relationship she had with Connor. One afternoon on a chilly November day, I was on the couch watching some TV, having finished classes for the day. I could hear the familiar sounds of Connor’s loafers hitting each stair step towards the apartment. The door opened and Connor came through and closed the door behind him. He made his way towards me. I assumed he was going to sit on the couch next to me, but to my surprise, he sat on my lap. I was frozen and nervous. It didn’t help me when he started talking. “Hold me Nick.” His voice sounded almost longing and seductive. I didn’t know how to react. Was I even awake? This was an ultimate fantasy of mine. Do I make the most of this and go for it? I knew if he sat on my lap for any length of time I would get hard. But before I could react, he stood up and laughed. My head made sense of what had just happened, he was playing around. I was disappointed, but relieved that I didn’t do anything stupid that would have given the game away. He went to his room to change into comfortable clothes. I went into the bathroom to jack off and relieve the tension… and relive the experience of his tight ass against my crouch. A couple of weeks went by and we were coming close to winter break. Everyone was in freak-out mode over the upcoming exams. I spent one afternoon at the library trying to study in as quiet of an environment as possible. I got a little tired and decided to call it a day. I walked to the apartment and saw that Connor was not in. I went to my room, tore my clothes off and put on a t-shirt and pajama pants. I plopped down on the couch and turned on the tube. After a while I was almost asleep when I heard Connor coming up the stairs. He came in, closed the door, took his coat off and put it on the rack, then took his shoes off and put them by the door. He looked exhausted. “Where have you been?” I asked “Working with my group on a class project we need to finish by tomorrow. Holy shit was that excruciating.” He walked towards me. Surely he’s not going to do what he did before. But, sure enough, he sits on my lap. He turned his top half around enough so he could put his arm around me and pull me close. “Cuddle with me, Nick.” He said. I figured he was joking around again, but I didn’t want this to end. I looked down at his perfect ass being enveloped in khaki pants and just inches away from my dick. I had to respond, so I acted like I was simply carrying on the joke. “Ok, baby. I can make it all better.” I waited for him to laugh and get up, but after several seconds he was still there. I did everything I could to keep my dick from hardening, thinking about anything but the situation I was in. To this day, I’m not sure what possessed me to do what I did next. I put my left hand on the top of his left thigh. I suppose that if he were joking, he would just see me as joking along with him, but if he really wanted me, maybe I could convince him to take the next step. I rubbed his thigh up and down, each time getting closer to his cock. I turned my eyes from his ass to his eyes. His eyes also turned to mine. The force was overwhelming. Our heads slowly came together. I parted my lips and he parted his. Our lips met. I remember thinking that this was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me. We massaged our tongues together in the most passionate kiss I had ever known. My hand made its way to Connor’s cock, rubbing it through his pants. As we continued to kiss, his hand went under my shirt, rubbing my chest and stomach. Just like Connor, I didn’t have anything much in terms of chest hair, so his hand felt smooth as it worked my torso. Connor pulled away. I was so scared that he would snap out of this and get embarrassed or angry and leave. Instead, he repositioned himself, putting a knee on either side of my thighs and facing me. He reached down to the bottom of his sweater and pulled it off to reveal his smooth, tanned chest and stomach. I wasted no time doing what I had dreamed of doing for so long. I leaned in and began to lick and suck on his right nipple. My hands reached around and deeply massaged his ass. His moaning got me as hard as I had ever been. I began to do the same to the left nipple and Connor put both of his hands around my head, stroking the hair at the back of my head. I took my own hands and unbuckled Connor’s belt. Then I plunged them into the back of his pants so that I could feel his silky smooth ass cheeks. Connor pushed me until my back was against the couch. He leaned into kiss me, but only briefly. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it across the room. Then he started to lick his way down to my chest, then to my right nipple, then to my stomach. He held there while his hands pulled down my pajama pants. My rock-hard cock sprang out. Connor wasted no time. He plunged my dick into his mouth, sucking violently on it. His left hand held the base of my cock while he bobbed up and down, taking most of my 7 inches of meat. Just for a moment, I had enough clarity of mind to look down and think about the scene in front of me. The boy I had longed for, my deepest and most secret fantasy, my best friend in the world, was sucking my dick hungrily. It’s an image I’ll carry with me the rest of my life. After a few minutes, I had that familiar feeling in my dick. I was going to cum soon, but I didn’t want to so soon. I pushed back on Connor’s shoulders. “Stand up on the couch over me.” Connor followed my direction. He put his right foot on the couch next to my left thigh and his left foot next to my right thigh. As he stood in front of me, I couldn’t wait to unleash the bulge before my face. I pulled down his pants and did the same with his boxers. His cock was hard, though probably an inch shorter than mine. I put my hands on his ass and pulled him closer, gaping my mouth open to receive his manhood. I took it all, every last centimeter into my throat. “Holy fuck”, Connor moaned. I think I impressed him with my abilities. Although I had never sucked a cock before, I had practiced enough to become pretty good. He tasted like heaven. I felt a small sample of precum on my tongue and I wanted the main course. Connor saw what I could do and started to move his hips back and forth, throat-fucking me in perfect rhythm. While he took control with this, I moved my right hand to his ass. Hoping he wouldn’t overreact or get frightened, I began to penetrate his hole with my index finger. To my gratitude, this only made him groan louder. The thought struck me that our downstairs neighbors, or anyone outside the door for that matter, would be able to hear us. I didn’t care. As a matter of fact I didn’t care if the whole world knew. Connor began to pump in and out faster and faster. His moaning and breathing was off the charts. I doubted it would take him much longer. Sure enough, he gave me the warning. “I’m gonna cum!” He started to slow down and pull out. I wouldn’t let him. I pulled him back in to finish the job. He absolutely exploded into my mouth and throat. The thick load tasted so sweet to me. Without hesitation I swallowed it all, pulled his cock out of my mouth, and licked away every drop. “Oh my god” Connor exclaimed, appreciative of the task performed on him. He looked down and noticed my dick was still solid. He looked up at me and smiled. He kicked off his pants and boxers, which had been at his ankles and covering my thighs, onto the floor. Still facing me, he bent his knees and simultaneously grabbed my cock with his left hand, positioning it just outside of his hole. After a moment’s hesitation, he bent his knees a little more until my cock head poked into his hole. It was unbelievably tight. He grimaced. After a few seconds he let a little more of me inside him. I barely fit. His virgin hole clenched around my pulsating dick to the point when I actually believed it got stuck. He was, again, just taking it a little at a time. At that point he pulled up a little and back down. He continued doing this and eventually picked up the pace. He was more comfortable now and began to take more and more of me with a quickening pace. It got to the point where of us started to enjoy it. I held on to his hips while he put his hands on my shoulders to stabilize him. Both of us started groaning in pleasure. I noticed that he was getting hard again, so I reached down and began jerking him off, which made him moan even louder. “Fuck baby, I love your cock inside me.” I replied, “I fucking love you baby. I always have.” He smiled and continued dropping down and back up on my manhood. He shouted, “Oh fuck!” and with that he blew his load all over my chest and stomach. This made me want to cum too. “I’m gonna cum baby” I warned him. I expected him to climb off so I could blow my load either on him or in his mouth, but he stayed on me. “Cum inside me.” That’s all I needed. I felt rope after rope of hot cum going into his sweet asshole. I gave one last groan as the final bit of load was blown out of me and I sighed. Connor collapsed on top of me against the couch. We froze there trying to catch our breath we he pulled back and looked at me. When my eyes met his, we laughed. It was the greatest experience either one of us had ever had and we were completely drained. He leaned in and we kissed for a few moments until he lifted up off of me. He went to the bathroom to clean up. I sat there in ecstasy, having a fantasy come true yet also left to face the realization that I had to make a choice: either keep hiding my feelings or admit my sexuality to the world. Because after today, there was no way I could look at myself in the mirror and say I was 100% straight.

This is a story that deals in boy on boy sex. If you the reader are offended by such material then please do not read any further. Hi, my name is Charles and this story's about when I went on holiday with one of my friends. "how far away are we?" Harry asked. Harry had been asking the same question for the last hour. "About 5 minutes away" Harrys father replied. We finally arrived at the house. It was an old cottage beside the railway line. It had been painted recently but was dirty due to the trains going past. I grabbed my bags out of the car and took them inside. "Which bedroom are we in?" I asked Harry. "First room on the right, I think." Harry said. I went into the room and put my bags beside one of the two single beds. I looked out the window over looking the railway tracks. Harry then came into the room and said. "Pretty small beds but I think we will cope." "Yeah. Can't have a threesome with those chicks down the road." I said We laughed at the joke and we went back to the car to get the rest of the bags. Now I haven't told you much about myself. I am 5'4" and I am rather skinny. I have dark brown hair and green eyes. I am 14 years old and straight but I have always been bi-curious (curious about other guys but will always be straight). Now back to the story. After dinner Harrys father Got out his guitar. Harry and I are quite musical so I started playing a song and Harry sang along. After swapping between singing and playing the guitar, Harrys father suggested we go to bed. We went and brushed our teeth and got into our pajamas. It was about 9:30pm by now. We hopped into bed and snuggled under our blankets. "You have to turn out the light cause you're closer" I exclaimed. "Fine then" Harry replied. He pulled his blankets back and stood up. He was wearing a shirt a tight undies. Harry is an attractive boy with dark brown hair, blue eyes and he is about 5'3". His body has only recently started to develop. He is skinny and is almost 14 years old. His bum was pushed tight against the fabric. He flicked the switch and he went back to bed. There was still quite light in the small room because of the track lights outside. Let's go back 6 months.... "And remember that time when Harry Potter flys to Hogwarts in the car with Ron Weasly." Jack said excitedly. It is camp and we are camping out tonight. I'm camping with Harry and Jack. Jack is a weird boy and is very nerdy. The only reason he is in our tent is cause the instructors chose our groups instead of us. Luckily I got put with Harry. Harry and Jack have been talking about Harry Potter for over an hour now and I'm getting bored as I am not a fan of Harry Potter. I start twirling my finger in a circular motion on a sleeping bag. After a while Harry says. "Is that you" "Oh sorry," I say, "Should I stop?" "No, it feels nice." Harry replied. It turns out i was twirling my finger on his knee. I then subtly look over at Harrys crotch and I see a small bulge. I start to feel horny and I slowly move my hand up his thigh. I feel Harrys hand moving it's way to my crotch. By now I have a raging hard on. I move hand into Harrys crotch and feel his dick through the sleeping bag. I grab I and start rubbing it up and down. His dick feels smaller than mine but it is as hard as a rock. Harry continues talking to Jack, about Harry Potter, who is oblivious to what Harry and I are doing. Harry then grabs my dick and starts to rub up and down. We continue to do this for about ten minutes until Harry suddenly stopped and turned away. He left me hanging. We have never talked of this experience since but I have been wanting to do it again. Back to the present... We start talking about stuff and girls. I finally sum up the courage and ask him "You know the thing that we did on camp in the tent. Do you want to do it again?" "Um," Harry said and then paused. "Okay" I looked across at him and he stared back at me. "Whose bed should we do it in?" Harry asked. "lets do it in mine." I replied. Harry got out of bed and walked over. By now we both had boners. I pulled up my blankets to let him in. He climbed in and lay beside me. We were both breathing heavily. I reached down and grabbed his boner through his undies and he did the same. We both started to rub each others dick slowly. Harrys dick was only about 3" long and about as thick as a pinky but I still rubbed it. After a while I looked Harry in the eye and said. "Do you want to do it with our pants off?" "Yeah" he replied nervously. I put my fingers under the elastic and pulled his undies completely off. My head was now hovering over his crotch. There in front was a 3" hard on that had no pubic hair around and a tight ball sack that was in the stage dropping so it was small and slightly saggy. I grabbed his dick in my hand and started to pump. I lay back down and that was when Harry pulled my undies off to reveal my 5" boner with an untidy bunch of pubic hair above it. My balls had dropped and were noticeably bigger than Harry's. The thickness of my cock was also noticeably bigger than Harrys. He lay back down and started to pump my cock. It felt so good. My heart was racing. His little cock in my hand was throbbing. I looked Harry in the eye and then without me knowing it, we were kissing. His soft lips were locked onto mine and I could feel his tongue in my mouth. We explored each others mouths with our tongues while stroking each others cocks. He started to breathe quickly and I realized he was about to cum. I bent down and plunged his cock into my mouth. His dick tasted wonderful and I sucked it harder. I felt his dick swell in my mouth and his balls tighten. He then came in my mouth. Not much came out but what did come out I swallowed. While he was cumming he had stopped stroking my cock. Harry, after he had a second to recover, plunged my duck into his mouth. I could feel his tongue twirling around my dick. My breaths started to quicken and i grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down so that Harrys nose was brushing against my pubes. I then came. It was the most I had ever cummed. I shot six times into his mouth and he swallowed all of it. We started kissing again sharing our cum with each other. I finally broke away and told that we should probably get some sleep. He agreed and got out of my bed and hopped back into his. We said good night to each other and we both went straight to sleep. The end. Please give feedback as it can be very helpful. Thanks

Opening the door I realized that this weekend could be terrible. My aunt and uncle, along with their two sons, had asked me to stay with them in Vermont for a weekend of skiing. By family contracts, I had to say yes. It’s not that I didn’t like skiing or the house we were staying in, it was just that my cousins were protected by their parents a lot and as a result could barely stand by themselves. The oldest was 6 days younger than me, which most people find surprising because of the enormous gap in maturity. We were both 14 and he had a younger brother who was going to be 12 soon. Vacationing with my cousins halted my plans for the rest of February break. Those plans mainly consisted of lying on the couch and watching tv. Masturbating would have to stop as well since my cousins followed me around like I was a god, giving me no time alone except when I slept. “Hey Miles!” Aunt Margret called from the stairs, “Good to see you! I bet you can’t wait to go skiing this weekend!” “Ya, I guess so”, replied an unenthusiastic 14 year old. “Well come on up, the other cousins have already arrived” Ascending the stairs I wondered who she might be referring too. Other cousins? Were my other aunts children here too? Sitting at the counter in the kitchen were two beautiful girls who looked around my age. The younger one had strait brown hair and full breasts. Her legs looked strong and matched her nice butt whose cheeks were the perfect size. Looking older but not quite as elegant as her sister, was the 15 year old. She had flaming red hair and breasts that seemed to bounce where ever she went. I could tell the younger one, she was 13, was checking me out too. I had been told before that I was attractive before. Mostly I think it was the shape of my body, not my face. Muscles came easily to me, though I wasn’t incredibly strong. More importantly was the fact that I had almost zero fat on my body making what muscle I did have look more impressive. “Miles, these are Will and Peters other cousins from Connecticut” Margie told me, “This is Ursula…” she gestured toward the 13 year old, “And this is Augusta” gesturing toward the 15 year old. “Now that you’ve finally arrived, we can all get ready to go skiing!” I went down to the room my cousins and I would be. We stayed in the basement since all of us knew the house well and had been vacationing in it our entire lives. Ursula and Augusta had never been in the house so they got the nice fancy guest room on the floor above us. Starting to get changed I thought of how great it was that I got to stay in the same house for an entire weekend with two hot girls. They were upstairs naked right now getting on boots and hats. The thought gave me a boner, so I quickly changed into my snow pants and headed up stairs. The uncles packed the skis up and we were off. I didn’t spend much time with the girls on the hill because they were off with their parents and I was off with my cousins. Through the entirety of the day I kept thinking about Ursula and her sister. I wondered what they looked like taking showers. Normally obsessing over a girl I had just met this much wasn’t my style, but the way she kept looking at me when we were in the house told me she wanted something as well. Back at the house we had dinner. Ursula was seated across the table from me and all the kids were talking. She kept looking at me and I kept watching her. Ursula wanted some salt and pepper so she reached across the table to grab the two shakers in front of me. Since the day had basically ended, she decided to relax and put on some more comfortable clothing. During the meal she was wearing a tank top and soccer shorts so when she leaned forward I saw right down Ursula’s shirt. Her breasts were the perfect size and shape. I couldn’t help but stare as the boobs jiggled a foot from my face. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Going down stairs I went into her room and found some used panties that had been thrown on the floor. I shoved them in my pants. The fear of being caught added more to the sexual thrill. Taking them out along with my dick, I put them in my pocket. Over on her dresser I found some makeup remover. It was perfect. Unscrewing the top I placed my dick over it and began to beat off until I came into her makeup. Next time she put this on her face, my cum would be there too. I went back up to the table and finished dinner with everyone else. Afterwards we played some card games and I could not stop staring at Ursula’s boobs. Everyone got exhausted from the long day on the mountain, so we went to our rooms at about 8 o’clock. My cousins and I split up into separate sections of the room to change. I got the closet. Closing the door and turning around I saw a hole leading into the wall. It had been there ever since my brother had run into the closet to get away from my dad who was hitting him with a pillow. Back when we were little, my cousins and I would crawl in there and move along the inside of the wall while making sounds so we could scare our parents. Then I realized that if I just climbed up the inside of the wall then I would be in the wall of Ursula and Augusta’s room. Not wanting to pass up a chance to see the girls half naked I went in. I moved up the inside of the wall using the studs that were pinned to either side. As soon as I got up high enough I looked through a crack and saw Ursula lying on the bed. Her sister was in the bathroom taking a shower while Ursula was on her iphone checking facebook. I told myself to remember to friend her later. She turned her phone off and then stood up. She went over to get the makeup remover that I had cum in during dinner. I saw her put it on and thought about how she didn’t know that my semen was all over her face. Things got better though. Moving her hands down to her waist she grabbed her shirt and took it off. I took out my dick and started stroking. Her bra had a poka-dot pattern on it. The ones I had taken were stripped. Ursula’s boobs were not as big as I thought they were but definitely large none the less. Off came the shorts. My dick got harder. Her panties had the same design as the bra and made her look incredibly sexy. Just looking at her made me want to blow. She started to take her bra off. Unhooking the latch she let the underwear fall to the floor. Her nipples went perfectly with her tan skin. The way they stood erect in the cool night made them look so suckable. Her hands cupped her breasts as she looked down and played with her nipples. I came close to blowing but tried to hold it off. I don’t think it would have mattered because when I saw the panties fall to the ground, revealing tufts of hair around her pussy I would have gotten hard again anyways. One hand moved down her body and began to rub. She was masturbating! I couldn’t believe I was watching a sexy 13 year old girl rub herself. She moved onto the bed and stuck a finger inside of her. I could hear her moaning as she probed her insides. The girl was in heat and so was I. My dick blew out cum the splattered onto the ground below me. There was a creek on the door. Ursula’s eyes flew open as she hurriedly threw the covers over herself. Augusta came out of the bathroom wearing nothing on her body. “Geez Augusta! Put some clothes on!” “What! Who do you think is going to see me? The dresser?” “Just do it!” Augusta rolled her eye’s and threw on a long shirt. Her pubic hair was as red has her regular hair. It was very sexy. “Don’t you get all high and mighty on me Ursula! Let’s see what you have on” She marched over to the bed and threw the covers off. Ursula’s finger was half way into her pussy and her face turned bright red. “So don’t give me crap about how many clothes I have on when you’re wearing none and fingering yourself you little pervert” Ursula rushed to pull up the covers. “Now go to bed sicko” Augusta turned around and I could see her butt swinging back in forth as she walked away. Off came her shirt, revealing the beautiful breasts giving me a better look at her body entirely. Her shape was the classic hot girl, big boobs and small waist, breasts looking so suckable. Augusta’s erect nipples really added to her look, making her seem horny and ready to go. Based on the way she dismissed her sister fingering made me think that she was accustomed to sex, and the way she held herself made it look as if enticing men was an occupation. She probably banged plenty of guys before and been felt up countless times. Ursula did not have that feel to her. She seemed more innocent. I climbed down and changed into my dorm pants. Both my cousins were already asleep, so I got out my laptop and went on facebook. Scrolling through the list of Ursula’s on the search page I found one with a picture that looked like hers. She got my friend request and accepted. It seemed as though I was the only person online at the moment so we started talking as I looked through her pictures. “Hey” I said casually. “Hey” she answered, “Today was exhausting huh”. “I guess so, was this your first time skiing?” “No…” Time passed slowly. “You don’t have many pictures on facebook” “How would you know that?” “I’m on your profile” “Why?” Her question baffled me. I couldn’t think of an answer. No one had ever come straight out and said it. Most girls just took these subtle hints and moved on, but Ursula wanted to get to the end of this road now. “Miles?” “Ya, I’m here” “Then answer my question” “I guess because we’re talking and there’s nothing else to do” “Nice try” “???” “Miles, do you like me? You don’t have to answer” Again another question I never expected to hear. I had to play it cool though. If I didn’t answer that meant yes and I was afraid to admit it so I figured I might as well answer it. “I guess so” “Well, I guess I like you too” If she was going to be blunt then so was I. “What about me?” “Well, you’re muscular, you’re cute, and you’re funny. Why do you like me?” I figured I would try and be romantic “I guess it’s because you’re beautiful, smart, and have an amazing smile” Looked like it worked “You’re super sweet. It’s too bad I’m leaving tomorrow though. We won’t be able to spend a lot of time together” “There’s still tonight” “I guess so, what do you want to do though?” “Come down to the basement and we can hang out” She seemed hesitant but wanted to spend time with me before she left. I closed my laptop and moved out of the room to the bottom of the stairs. I heard footsteps and saw the beam from a flash light. “Ursula?” “Ya, it’s me” She had on a t-shirt and soccer shorts. “Umm… You’re not wearing a shirt” she told me. Oh my god! I forgot to put on a shirt! This was awkward, she probably thought I was trying to act all macho to impress her. “Oh shit! Sorry, I can go put one on” “No, it’s fine” she said. Her eye’s drifted over my torso. We turned the lights on and sat down on the stairs and began to talk about our lives. There wasn’t much light but I could see her hand moving towards mine. I moved my hand over onto hers. She didn’t object, so I started to get eager for more. After seeing her nude I knew I had to have her. Slowly, my arm began to lift up and I put it around her waist and still no objection. I moved up to her head to do the classic brush the hair away technique. My hand touched her check and moved to the back of her head as I leaned in for a kiss. She did the same. Our mouths met and I could feel her tongue against mine. She started to pull my pants off so I put my hand on her boob. The feeling was amazing. It was like touching a cloud from heaven. Pushing my luck, I slipped the hand up her shirt and under her bra. She was startled but kept on making out. My fingers felt over her nipples. They were hard and I knew I had to see them up close. I took her shirt off and saw the pearls god had given her. She wanted to keep going, though, because as soon as the pants came off she started on the boxers. I was so hard that the boxers were actually making my dick hurt. Not wanting her to have all the fun I shoved my hand into her pants and under her panties. Sticking my finger in her caused her to stop and moan so I moved it back and forth. I was naked so she took her clothes off and let me stare at her body. Ursula got on her knees and took my dick in her mouth. It felt so good. I came before she could even really start blowing. Drinking my cum, she kept going, making my dick go in and out of her head. Using her tongue she went around and around, pressing my every pleasure button and making cum again in less than five minutes. This time she took her mouth off and gargled it before swallowing. This turned me on so much that I told her to lie down as I put my mouth to her pussy and began to lick. She started moaning as I sucked her clit. I kept licking faster and faster until I was afraid her moaning would wake someone up. “I’m cumming!” she screamed A fountain of liquid began to squirt out of her clit. I clamped my mouth down on it and continued to lick while sucking up the juice she was pouring out. When the squirting was over, she was breathing heavily, but seemed to want to keep going. I got pushed onto my back as she mounted me. Could this be happening? Could I really be about to lose my virginity? Ursula grabbed my dick and stood it up. She started to sit down on it. She began moaning again. So did I. Her cunt was so tight that I couldn’t help it. Slowly she moved up and down continuing to moan, faster and faster until I shot the rest of my load into her pussy. She screamed with ecstasy and then fell over onto my chest unconscious. Life had just gotten amazing. I was so overwhelmed that I guess I passed out as well, or fell asleep from all the sex. I woke up in a nice way. Ursula was at my waist stroking my dick and licking the top of it. When she saw that I was up, she started sucking like she did last night. It didn’t take long for me to cum, and when I did Ursula took her mouth off and let me cum on her face and tits. “I figured I owed you for last night” she said, “You made me so happy”. “No problem” “I should get back to bed before my sister wakes up” “Well, I should too” She went back up stairs and I watched her ass swing back and forth up the stairs knowing I would never get anything like that again.

Boy was I nervous. On my way to a new school. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding. I had one goal for the year, try to find a boyfriend. I wasn’t sure yet if I should come out to everyone, or try to build my reputation first. The bus stopped and I knew we had arrived. I thought that this is what it might feel like when you arrive at a prison. Stepping off that bus, not knowing what will happen to you at anytime. I had to deal with it though. So I walked in and a cheery brunette girl greeted me. “Hey, my name is Anna. I am here to introduce new students to people in their grade”, she said with a large smile. I just nodded my head, and followed her to a room marked ‘10th Grade English’. I assumed this was my homeroom. I looked around and saw a group of 7 boys. Anna shouted, "Hey guys, this is um...” “Gabe”, I said bluntly. “Oh sorry, Gabe. Guys this is Gabe, he is in your homeroom”, she said hurriedly. Then she just walked out. Great. Trust me, this was really awkward. Just then a tall African American boy told me to grab a seat near them. At least someone was being outgoing to me. So there I just sat, laughed at a few of their jokes, and pretty much kept to myself. Occasionally the would tell me something, or ask me something, but nothing big. All of a sudden someone walked into the homeroom. He was about 5’7, had short blonde hair, and had that hot rugged look. He had piercingly blue eyes that could melt the sun. I was amazed by what I saw. I just stared. He glanced at me, than at the group, and took a seat far from us. I felt bad seeing him sit alone like that, and I wondered why the other boys hadn’t said anything to him. I hear one of the boys in the group say, “Oh, Luke actually came back”. One of the boys turned to me and said, “Make sure to steer clear of that freak. He is one of those extreme nerds, and he is gay.” I was stunned. How could they be so cruel? I had two options. I could build my reputation with these jocks, or stick up for the guy who I actually had a chance with. “Just because he is gay, doesn’t mean you need to be heartless douche bags.” I said nastily. They all looked shocked. Then came the insults. The quietly called me a fag. Then they started to throw small objects at me, which annoyed the hell out of me. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter what these jerks said, but it really did hurt me. I wanted to cry. I picked up my stuff and put it on the desk just behind Luke’s. I sat down and put my head down. I heard a soft voice speak, “That was good of you, thanks” I lifted my head to see Luke looking at me and smiling at me. He must have noticed my eyes were red and moist, and he could tell I had been crying. I wiped my eyes and pushed my black hair out of my face. I smiled back. “Let’s go somewhere else. The bell won’t be ringing for another 20 minutes, because most new students are doing orientation right now”, He said softly. I got up and followed him. We ended up in the secluded library. I saw a couple of students on the computers, and the librarian writing something at his desk, but that was it. We sat at a table in the back, behind some shelves. Tears were still running down my eyes. Luke stood up and came over to my side of the table and sat down. He put his arm around me, comforting me. I leaned my head on his shoulder. After about 2 minutes of that, I lifted my head and looked at him. He then leaned in and kissed me. It was a short, quick kiss, clearly something he had done on an impulse. He quickly pulled away and started to apologize. “Sorry, I just thought, I um didn’t mean to do that, I don’t even know if you’re gay, sorry”. I chuckled and said,” Well your first clue should have been me laying my head on your shoulder” He smiled at me and said, “I really like you, you’re a special guy” We didn’t speak for a little bit after that, but I knew I was very close to completing my goal of finding a boyfriend. I just sat there pressed against him. I turned to fully look at him and I rested my hand on his chest, sitting very close to him. I noticed a large bulge in his pants. H e must have saw me looking at it because he took my hand had moved it there. I have to admit that was moving things very fast, but I couldn’t have fucking cared less. It extended a good length down his thigh. It must have been big, and I could feel it was thick. “Go ahead, feel it”, He said. I rubbed it a bit more. All of a sudden he started to unzip his jeans and slide them down. What the hell was he doing? This was a private school which means they would have been way harder on him if he got caught doing it. “Maybe we should go somewhere more private”, I whispered. “No one can see us, and plus we can hear if someone is coming.” I decided to go along with it. Just then he pulled out his dick. In my opinion, it was a monster cock. It was about 8.5 inches long and pretty thick. Immediately I crabbed it and started to jerk it. Luke moaned and started to hump into my hand. By this time my 7 inch cock was raging hard in my tight jeans. I had done this before; I had given blowjobs and gotten them. So I knew how it worked. I wasted no time. I started to flick my tongue on the swollen head of his cock. He moaned in pleasure and whispered quietly telling me to take in my mouth. So I did as told and I put his massive cock in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head, tasting salty precum. He started to push my head up and down on his cock. I could tell that he was close to cumming. He moaned even more and all of a sudden I felt strands of warm gooey liquid pouring into my mouth. I loved the feel and the taste of it and he was enjoying it a lot. Eventually all his cum had been swallowed by me and he started to put his cock back in his pants. All of a sudden I started to feel odd. I realized that things were moving extremely fast. I looked over at him and he smiled. “Sorry, I just really needed that. I shouldn’t have had you do it though. I really like you and I don’t know if we should actually do all this stuff”, he said sounding worried. I nodded my head. “We should get going back to homeroom. The bell is going to ring soon”, He said gathering his stuff. He patted me on the back and said, “I am really glad that I met you” “You two” And with that we left the library, and returned to the classroom filled with the douche bags. I had only been at school for 45 minutes and I had already given a guy a bj. In my book, that’s a win.

When I first saw Josh, I didn't think anything different. He was another new guy who'd joined at the beginning of the term and that was that. He soon fitted in and had a group of friends. He was tall (6 ft 3) and pale with brown hair and hazel eyes. I on the other hand was 5 ft 10 with a golden tan and black hair. A week passed without anything extraordinary happening. One afternoon it was break time and I was reading quietly on the grass. A shadow appeared over me and I saw Josh standing with a football. 'Do you want to play football with us? We're a man down from two complete teams.' I kinda wanted to be left alone and was about to tell him bluntly when I noticed his expression - he looked almost concerned. I eased up a bit. 'No thanks I'm fine just reading today.' I said. In return, he shrugged and smiled, walking off with the ball. I watched him walk off and noticed how defined he was around the face and as soon as I began to get absorbed into my book again, I was surprised by Josh once more who came back, this time without a ball. 'How come you're not playing?' I asked. 'Oh they had an extra player when I got back so there was one too many instead so I volunteered to sit out. I don't mind really. I play a lot anyway.' I smiled at the thought that he'd come to sit with me and we began chatting about football and the day and how he had settled in. Soon break was over and we headed back and I began thinking how much I actually liked Josh and liked hanging out with him. We didn't really talk for the next few days but I couldn't help seeing him in a different way. I sneaked glances at him and once more we got talking at lunch. I realised I wanted him for a friend. We hung out more and more and he would sneak a glance at me too during class and then turn away when I looked at him. We would go home together on the train and often we would go to his house. One week Josh and I had gone to my house. We were exhausted after playing football in the afternoon at school in a match and came back to chill out. We went to my room where there was an Xbox. All afternoon I couldn't help but think how good he looked in his sports kit and I felt myself every time getting stiffer when the thought arose. That afternoon was soon to change dramatically. "I'm tired." He said with his eyes closed and his arms sprawled out on my bed. "Do you mind if I take a nap?" "I guess you can if you want, but do you really mean to tell me that you came all the way over here just to take a nap?" I said. "No I came here to be with you." "I guess this means you don't want to play, right?" I asked. "I was kind of thinking we could do something else." He said as a smile spread across his face. "What?" I asked. He opened his eyes and turned his head towards me and began rubbing his fingers over his chest. "I like you." He said softly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I realised that how I had been feeling about Josh was the same as how he felt about me and it made me nervous and excited at the same time. "I like you too." I said. "I like you a lot." "I like you a lot too. I was thinking do you want to kiss?' 'You want to kiss?" I asked. "Yeah, don't you?" I thought about it for a second. "Sure I guess I do actually.' "Friends love each other, that's what makes them friends, and we're friends. No one has to know about anything we do today." He said. "Yeah but..." Josh then got off the bed, kicked off his shoes, and walked over to the chair where I was sitting. He then sat on my lap, put his arms around me, and put his head on my chest. I instinctively put my arms around him. "The only people that we have to answer to for anything right now is each other." He said. I immediately started getting excited. "Let's go to the bed, this is uncomfortable on this chair." I said. We walked over to the bed. We collapsed in a heap, with our arms around each other. Josh began running his right index finger over my lips and eyes. I began rubbing his right ear, kind of feeling it and rubbing my fingers over it. Josh was running his fingers through my hair. "You have nice hair and I like your eyes." He said. "I like your eyes too." I said. "They're really nice and blue." We began moving our faces closer. I could feel his breath hitting my face. We got closer still until our lips touched. We pulled back a little and then touched lips again. I could feel Josh kiss me and I kissed back. We kissed again and both broke up into giggles. We looked at each other and then kissed again, this time more forcefully. We plunged our tongues into each others mouths. I had never done that with anyone and never once thought I would do that with another boy, but here we were doing it and it felt great. I could feel his tongue rolling around over mine. I put my hand up his shirt and began caressing his chest. Josh ran his hand up my left leg and over my butt. I put my hand under his arm and took the shirt with me. He sat up and took the shirt off. I took my shirt off too. He then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back so that his head was right in my lap. I traced his nipples, ran my hand up and down between his neck and his belly button. His eyes were open and his fingers were splaying apart and closing. "I can feel your heart beating". He said. He then began rubbing his dick through his pants. "Do you want to go all the way?" I asked. "Yes." He said. "Let's take our clothes off and get under the covers then, is that ok?" I asked, my voice trembling and my breath panting. "Ok." He said. We then got up and dropped our pants and underwear and took our socks off. We both stood naked and looked at each other. Josh had a boner that stuck straight up and I could see his balls hanging down. My dick stuck up straight and was a little bit bigger. We were both circumcised. "You have a nice looking dick." said Josh in a breathy voice. I walked over to him and we began kissing again. We embraced and ran our hands through each others hair and down our backs while we kissed. I ran my hands over his butt and back up his back. Josh reached down to my dick and took it in his hand and began squeezing and fondling it. He then put his hand around it and began jerking it in an up and down motion. I gasped and he immediately let go. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt you?" He panted. "No it felt really good. I love it." I said right before I kissed him again. I then took Josh's hand and lay down on the bed. He got on top of me and we began grinding our dicks together. I could feel his hot breath on my face as we ground into each other. I wrapped my legs around him and ran my hands up and down his back and over his butt while we ground. "Can I suck your dick?' Josh whispered. "Yes." I said. Josh went down and started kissing my dick. Then he started licking the top of it. My head was exploding and I was seeing stars. He then plunged it into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down. An electric tingling radiated from my dick and into my stomach. It started getting stronger and stronger. Josh then began rubbing his tongue over the top of my dick and then I came. I thought I was going to pass out. I buckled my hips upward and I felt like I wasn't getting any breath even though I was panting like a long distance runner, then it got even stronger. My eyes were closed and I was clawing into my bed sheets. I saw explosions of colors and shapes for a full minute and I think I made some kind of animal noise. After almost two minutes it finally began to subside. I realized that Josh wasn't sucking my dick anymore but was jerking me. I finally relaxed and lay back down flat and started panting. I looked up at Josh who was sitting up and looking at me with a smiling face. "Are you ok?" He said. "Oh yeah...yeah...I'm fine. That was... so amazing." I panted. It was nothing at all like any cum I had before. Josh lay back down next to me. I reached over and began jerking him off rapidly. I wanted him to experience what I did. After a minute or so he started tensing up. "Is it starting yet?" I asked. "Is...unhhh...what..starting? "The Feeling. Are you getting it?" "Yeah...yes...I...OHHHHHHH!!!" Josh tensed up, buckled his hips, and made a long grunt through gritted teeth. I felt his dick spasming in my hand. He made a second even longer grunt and started moving his head back and forth while thrusting his hips rhythmically upward. I moved his dick back and forth and up and down. I then kissed his dick and began licking his head. He tasted amazing. I couldn't wait any longer and I swallowed him whole. My mouth and dick tingled with pleasure and he moaned louder until he came in my mouth and I swallowed without hesitation. It was the best feeling I'd ever had. We both lay their for a few minutes, the sound of our breathing filling the room. My ears were ringing. I looked over at Josh and he was lying there with his eyes closed, panting away. He looked so sweet that I almost wanted to cry at the sight of him. I rolled over and put my arm over him and placed my head down on his chest. I could hear his heart pounding away and my head moved up and down with his breaths. He put his left arm around me. It was then that I realized that I was in love with him. Not a crush, but full blown, all out love. I wanted to be with him forever. "I love you, Josh." I said without hesitation. "I love you too. I thought I have for a while, now I know." He replied. We had become really good friends in that moment and had bonded in a way indescribable. I wanted to stay with Josh forever.

It had been about a month since that wonderful night. The images burned in to my brain of my sister's best friend Janelle sucking me and fucking me and the feeling of me cumming inside of her. I had used those memories to shoot many loads of cum since. Janelle had been over a few times since then also. Each time she tried her best to avoid me or at least not make eye contact. The biggest difference was she putting me down. Actually, she didn't say much when I was around. My sister Diana also took a notice that Janelle was acting different also. I overheard them talking about how Janelle had broken up with Chris shortly after that night, and that was why she was acting the way she was. I think I knew the real story. A couple weeks later I came home and found Janelle and my sister hanging out in the living room. My mom was just finishing up getting ready to head to work for the evening. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she headed to the door. She quickly confirmed that Jim was coming over later and let us all know she would be home around 10:30 as normal. I could see Janelle doing her best to avoid looking at me and I decided to just retire to my room for a while. When I got to my room I decided to play around on my computer a little. Then I started to wonder if it was going to be strange for Janelle to be hanging out downstairs when my sister and Jim making out. That, of course led me to think that maybe Janelle would get drunk again. Images of her naked form standing in the darkness of the basement flashed through my brain again and I felt a familiar twitch. I was just thinking about releasing some energy when my thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell. I knew it would be Jim and who knows: maybe he brought something to drink again. I decided to check out the situation by making the excuse I need something out of the kitchen. As I walked through the living room on my way, I saw the three of them descending in to the basement, beer and a bottle in Jim's hands. I guess I have the house to myself for the evening I thought. I retrieved a soda from the fridge and flopped down on the couch remote in hand. I flipped through the channels until I found a Sci-Fi program that looked interesting. I sat there watching TV for about an hour when a part of me really wanting to sneak down and see what they were up to in the basement. Maybe it was just more from habit than anything else. I had just decided to go down and peek when I heard someone come upstairs. I figured someone was heading to the bathroom and heard the door close to confirm that assessment. I figured I would just have to wait a little longer before heading down to fulfill my curiosity. I went back to my program and waited. I heard the toilet flush and the water run in the sink. I heard the door open and waited to hear the normal thumps on the staircase. Though strangely enough I didn't hear anything. Then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see Janelle standing just inside the living room staring at me with her arms crossed tightly across her midsection. She had a troubled look on her face as she stood there staring. I decided I would break the awkward silence with an obvious question. "Shouldn't you be downstairs?" I asked. Janelle seemed to shift uneasy, looking back toward the hallway and back to the floor, then back at me. It was apparent she was uncomfortable with the whole situation. I just looked back at her and raised my eyebrows, as if to say, "What do you want?" Janelle looked back at the floor and softly said, "They're busy making out." She stood there arms crossed almost fidgeting in place. It was obvious she didn't want to be downstairs as a third wheel and really didn't want to be up here with me. I guess I was the better of two evils. I actually started to feel sorry for her. "Stay here if you want," I replied and went back to watching my show. I could see her out of the corner of my eye move over and sat down in the chair at the side of the couch. She sat down on the edge of the chair, knees together, arms still around her waist and head looking down at the floor. It wasn't long before I heard her say, "It was really you, wasn't it." I turned my head and looked over at her. Her eyes came up from the floor and looked at me then back at the floor. She continued, "In the basement that night. It was you, wasn't it?" I must say I was a little surprised that she even talking to me, let alone asking about that night. I kept looking over at her. Our eyes met again. "Yeah," I replied. I wasn't sure how she was going to take it. Janelle took a minute to process my answer then replied, "Did you tell everyone?" "No." I shot back She just sat there for another minute then asked, "Why?" "Huh? Why what?" I asked. Janelle looked back up at me. "Why did you... I mean why didn't you stop me?" She asked. Before I could answer she continued, "I mean you knew it was me and what I was going to do." I could see the questions running across her face. That feeling of sorrow started to rise in me again. I didn't really think about her during all of this. I only thought about how good the revenge felt, as well as the sex. "I dunno," I stared. "I thought about it at first and even started to say something. Then you started stroking me." I could see her face redden as shame washed over her face. "I guess I figured I would get a little payback for how you've treated me." I continued. "I guess I also thought, since you were drunk enough to not realize it was me, you were also drunk enough to not remember what you did." Janelle sat there for another minute looking at the floor. "Not that drunk," she whispered. "Excuse me?" I responded. "I wasn't that drunk." she said. "I knew something was different, but I figured that because of the alcohol." She was silent for a short time. Then she continued, "I remember everything." "Oh crap." I said to myself. I wasn't sure how she was taking all of this. She was pretty flat. She just sat there for a little bit looking between me and the floor. Janelle looked back up at me with a hurt quizzical look on her face. "Revenge?" she questioned. "You did that just to get back at me for how I treated you?" My mind was pretty scrambled. I hadn't really thought I would ever be having this conversation. My mouth just started talking. "Well at first," I said. That seemed to confuse her more than it did me. "At first?" "I mean, when you started." I stammered. "I thought I would just get even for you being a bitch to me." I could see a little anger flash across her face when the words came out. But my mouth didn't seem to have an off switch and I am not sure if really was connected to my brain either. "And then..." I trailed off. Janelle looked up at me. "And then, what?" she asked. My mouth continued on, "Then you came. And I, well, err, umm..." Her expression changed to surprise. "I mean, I guess." I continued. I wasn't sure what was really coming out of my mouth. "You guessed what?" she pressed. "I guess after you came I just wanted to see if I could do it again." I spouted. "Do it again?" she asked. That what the fuck look was back on her face again. "Yeah, you know, make you cum again." My mouth was on a roll. "I mean you climbed on top of me and it felt so good, I just wanted to see if I could do it again. I mean, I figured you'd realize it wasn't Chris and freak out in the middle of it or something. Then you didn't and, well, you know." I watched as a smile came across her face for the first time. She almost seemed to relax a little. "Guess I should have realized it when it wasn't over in two minutes." She chuckled. Then Janelle got up from the chair and started to walk back to the basement. I watched as she turned her head back and gave me a smile before turning the corner and descending the stairs. My head was spinning pretty well. I wasn't really sure what had just happened. Mom came home about 20 minutes later. She did her normal rounds and directed Jim to the couch for the night. After everyone got ready for bed, Jim crashed quickly on the couch, Janelle helped my sister to her room and my mom was off to her own room to sleep. I decided I would try to get some rest, even though my mind was still trying to process my conversation from earlier. I had been in bed for about an hour with just a thin sheet on as my mind slowly started ease up and I felt my eyelids getting heavier. Then I heard my doorknob turn. Slowly my door opened and a figure entered. I could see clearly it was Janelle in the dim light of my room. She walked in wearing a long T-shirt that she normally wore to sleep in when she stayed over. "You awake?" she asked softly. "Yeah.' I replied. Janelle slowly walked over and sat down on my bed. She sat there for what seemed like a few minutes before saying anything. "Did you really mean what you said?" she asked. "What do you mean," I asked back? "You know. About it not being just about getting even." she continued. "Sure," I replied. I wasn't really sure where she was going with all of this. "Cool." she started. "I do remember it was pretty good." Now I felt a bit of pride swelling within me. Until Janelle put her hand along my chest. I felt her nails running along my chest, followed by another swelling slightly lower. She continued to run her hands along my chest for a few minutes before she spoke again. "Have you ever thought of doing it again?" she posed. My mind was on overdrive. Should I just confess to the many nights of masturbation that ensued because of it? Maybe I should just stick with a safer answer. "Well, umm, sure. I mean I've uh, thought about all of it." I stammered. I really was trying to create coherent sentences. Then I felt her hand slide down from my chest to my crotch and give my growing member a squeeze through the covers. "Would you do it again if you had the chance?" she asked. How could I say anything but yes? Maybe I was just dreaming? Maybe this was some kind of setup? I didn't know what game Janelle might be playing but I figured it couldn't hurt to play along. "Sure!" I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "Diana must never know! Promise?" she said. "Never know what?" I thought. After all, I had no intention of telling my sister that I took advantage of her friend while she was drunk. "Promise!" she stated again. "Sure, promise" I replied. With that she gave my engorged member another squeeze and removed her hand and stood up. I figured she was on her way out and just wanted to make sure nobody ever found out about the incident. Except she didn't leave. I watched as she stood up and removed her shirt. I took a deep breath as I took in her beautiful body. I could see her much better in my room than the basement. She was magnificent! Her breasts looked even more firm and round than I remembered. Her stomach tight and toned. I could see her fast and her eyes staring at me. I must say I was truly speechless! Then she silently hooked her thumbs in to her panties and lowered them to the floor. As she stood I could now clearly see the little triangle of hair pointing to heaven. Janelle stepped out of her panties and moved over the bed. I laid there dumbfounded as she pulled the covers down and climbed in to bed nest to me. I froze for a minute with this beautiful, naked girl next to me. Was she serious? I finally decided to throw caution to the wind and leaned in to her. Our lips met and I raised my arm to embrace her. Janelle slide closer to me and I could feel her breasts against my chest. I could feel her nipples hard against my skin and her leg wrapping around my leg. My cock must have grown another inch as it strained against my boxers. Her lips parted and our tongues met. The feeling was almost electric. I enjoyed the taste of her kiss as I let my hand slide along the smooth skin of her back and along her toned ass. I could feel her hand running through my hair then she ran her nails along my back and down to my boxers. I could feel her softly tugging at them and I moved my hips to allow her to pull them down. As she pulled my boxers down, she broke off our kiss and slowly kissed her way down over my chest. As her hands managed to remove my boxers, her lips were kissing very close to my growing erection. Her nails then slid back up my legs as her tongue took a nice long lick up my shaft. I let out a gasp of pleasure at the felling. I looked down to see her looking back at me, and then she turned her head down and took me in to her mouth. I let out another groan of pleasure as her warmth engulfed me. My hands instinctively moved to her head and I guided her up and down my shaft. It was pure heaven as I lay there in the dim light feeling Janelle sucking me and hearing her soft moans of enjoyment. I was so engrossed in the feeling that I started to feel a little build up happening. As much as I loved cumming in Janelle's mouth before, but I knew I didn't want to cum in her mouth yet. I decided I needed to calm down a little and wanted to taste her sweet slit again. I pulled her head up and she responded, though she seemed a little reluctant to remove me from her mouth. Still she kissed her way back up to my lips and I positioned myself to roll her over. With Janelle on her back, I knew it was my turn to explore. I broke off our kiss and moved myself down. Her hands guided me over her breasts that extended up like an invitation. I kissed my way down and over her hard nipples, pausing to lick and suck each one. Every lick brought another moan of delight from Janelle's lips. But I was on a mission. I continued kissing and licking my way down over her taught stomach and I could see if heaving with each breath. I then found the patch of pubic hair that pointed its way to heaven. I softly kissed my way down until I was face to face with her glistening slit. The aroma of passion filled my nose. I reached out with my tongue and let it part her opening. The taste of her juices embraced my tongue. Her hands clinched my hair, pulling me closer in to her. I continued to lick and suck on her beautiful pussy. My ears were filled with her muffled moans. I slowly slipped my finger inside of her and drew it along inside top of her pussy. I seemed to have found a magic spot along the way as my finger slid inside her body causing her to twitch and spasm. I heard a guttural groan expel from her lips. I felt her body spasm four more times and her hands pulled at my head. I took her lead as she pulled me up. I paused only momentarily to kiss here and there until our lips were once again connected. I could feel her breasts against my chest. I also felt the head of my cock resting against her fuzzy. I knew what I needed to do next. I moved my hips back and down, feeling my head slip along her slit until I felt the place where it needed to be. Our lips parted and our tongued embraced. As our kiss increased I pushed my hips forward. We both let out a groan as I entered her. My body shuddered as each inch of me slid in to Janelle's hot wet slit. I didn't stop until I was fully buried deep inside of her. As I started to pull out and thrust back in, Janelle's fingers moved up and dug in to my back. Her hips rocked to meet my thrusts and her moans echoed in my ears. I could hear her whispering with the moans, "Yes, God yes!" I was nearing my own orgasm again as I felt her fingers digging harder into my back. Her hips became more determined in their movements, her breathing deeper, harder. I knew I wasn't going to hold back this time. A few more thrusts and I felt the fluids boil inside my balls. My body started to tingle throughout as I my fluids began rush from their origin. I felt Janelle's body tremble under me and her arms gripping me tighter. Her spasms only added to my building orgasm. My body shuddered as a torrent of cum sprayed from my cock deep inside of her. My body twitched again and again, releasing more of my juices with each spasm. Finally I collapsed on top her, trying hard to catch my breath. Janelle lay under me, her body convulsed a few more times as her fingers massaged along my back. Reluctantly I rolled off of her, pulling myself from its perfect home. Janelle rolled over putting her head on my shoulder and ran her fingers along my chest. She draped her leg over mine and I could feel a cool liquid run down from her pussy over my leg. "Well, I have to say you sure do know how to fuck," she whispered in my ear. I had a grin from ear to ear after hearing that. I looked over at the clock and saw it was just after 1am. I put my arm around Janelle and must have drifted off for a little bit. The next thing I knew I felt a hand on my cock and Janelle starting to move. I looked over at the clock and it said it was 3:30am. Janelle's hand slowly stroked my cock as it grew back to life. Then she positioned herself between my legs and took me back in her mouth. I let out another soft moan as she started to suck me again. Her talented mouth was doing wonders. Janelle sucked for all it was worth, stroking, playing with my balls. I was once again in heaven! It seemed like she sucked for forever before I felt another growing pressure of pleasure building. My hands guiding her head up and down, deep within her throat and back out again. Then, as my hands clinched her hair and my body convulsed again, I released another salvo of liquid in her waiting mouth. Just as before, Janelle continued to suck and stroke every last ounce of juice from within me before releasing me from her lips. I laid there in ecstasy as she raided back up and kissed my lips softly. "Get some sleep now", she cooed. "We'll talk again soon." With that, she got out of bed, picked up her shirt and panties and left my room. I fell asleep with the biggest grin on my face and woke around 8am still grinning. I got out of bed pulled on my boxers and shorts and headed to the kitchen for something to drink. Along the way, I passed Janelle and my sister on the couch watching TV. Janelle looked over at me and said, "Hey dirt bag, why don't you put on a shirt or something?" I shot a glance back at her and she slightly lifted her head and gave me a quick wink and a grin. Then quickly went back to her usual smirk. Yup, I can take the little comments she throws out at me now. Especially since I know she'll be eating those words and more the next time she cums to visit.

The Chatroom Aaron Green and Caleb Thomas thought they had things figured out. As they drunk from the cans of cheap Fosters they had managed to buy with Aaron’s fake ID earlier that afternoon, and hit up some Call of Duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron’s bedroom, they were the picture of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a brave face in front of each other as they sipped from the metallic cans – it wasn’t about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearances, and for teenagers appearances were more than important. As they put the world to rights over a brewing Team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan, they let the day wash over them and relaxed into the two-bucket seats in front of Aaron’s bed. It was raining outside; it always was around there, and from the bedroom window, which looked out across the park, the drizzle blew left and right miserably. He lived with his Nana in the flats above a small retail block at the other side of a sleepy bedroom village somewhere on the edge of Manchester and he was just another typical fifteen year old. They both were. They were what you’d expect from two teenagers going through the perilous life of high school; good looking, clear eyed with easy smiles. They had hair moulded into styles and they cared a bit too much, taking a bit too long in a morning, with their looks. They wore labels; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo Boss and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect example of a reckless generation; sexually charged and promiscuous and good looking and careless. They posted too many half naked pictures for girls to drool over, chased girls who acted ten years older than they were and lived every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the girls they were fuckboys and to the lads they were just that; lads. Aaron took a deep mouthful, tasting the bitterness as it hit the back of his throat. Moving from cover, his fingers danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and blew away some poor fuck with a double tap. “You should see the stuff Ellie sends me on Snapchat,” he was saying to Caleb as the latter took a grenade to the face and cursed under his breath. “Why’s that?” “She’s filthy.” “Yeah?” “Yeah,” Aaron said with a devilish grin. “Played a game of ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ with her the other night.” Caleb died again, sniped by one of those camping fuckers somewhere outside the boundaries of play and he turned to Aaron and inclined his head. “And?” “Everything.” “Yeah?” “Fucking yeah.” Caleb smiled. “Did you show her yours?” Aaron shrugged. “Course.” Caleb laughed and took a drink. “And?” he pressed. “Amazing. Got her to flash me her tits early on. They’re small but fuck they look nice. Then she took off her top and just had on this sports bra. Her body is so tight, by the way. She had on some black leggings, and it took her a while to take them off. I had to tease her for a bit until she did. Fuck me, man. She had on this fucking tight pair of pink knickers that were well too small – I think she put them on on purpose. Shit, and then she took ‘em off and it looked amazing. She was freshly shaved and it looked so tight. Tried to get her to spread her lips but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so hard it was unreal. We stayed like that for a while talking.” “What did you show her?” “Started with my joggers, pulled down just so she could see my V, then took em’ off so I was just my in boxers and she could see my bulge. Teased her for a bit with it, and then when she took off her knickers I took off my boxers and showed her the full thing.” Caleb was getting hard at the thought. He was beyond concentrating on the Playstation – especially with campers in play. “You seen her since?” “Not yet. Not even sure what I’d do. Fuck, I’d probably try and fuck her right there and then. Her parents are away next weekend so going to go round and fuck her all weekend.” Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a lobby waiting for the next map, a couple of geeks talking strategy on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro’s his Dad bought him last Christmas and thought about Ellie and her body. He had come so hard that night it felt like it was never going to end. He thought about their conversation, and about how she had said she had come too. He was led on his bed, shaft in one hand and hard to the point of pain. On the screen of his cracked iPhone, held by the other, the ten-second image of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her defined stomach was tense with nerves, and below that was her naked sex, mons shaved and just the beginnings of prickles across her otherwise virgin skin. Her legs were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the beginning of moisture between her thigh gap. Each roll of his wrist moved the skin of his shaft up and down and each was greeted by the most sensational feeling. He turned his camera on and sent her one back, shaft pointing to the moon, hard and thick and his purple head coated by pre-cum and… Snapping back to reality at the sound of Caleb groaning at the change of map, he turned and asked, “what about you and that Beth chick?” “What about her?” “You seen her since…?” Caleb shrugged. “Been to see her a couple of times. Parents never leave her for long though so it’s a bit hard.” “I bet it is,” Aaron laughed. “She’s what though … like twelve?” “Nearly,” Caleb laughed. “Bro, she’s got the tightest pussy ever. Probably even tighter than Alice’s.” “Fuck off. Not possible.” “I’m serious.” Aaron and Caleb had both been with Alice Pier, and she had been the tightest either of them had had. She was a ballet dancer and into her running and her body was amazing. Tight and toned and perfectly defined. Aaron had taken her virginity one afternoon when his Nana was out and it was just him and Alice hanging out on the park. They were flirting openly and taking pictures and nearly kissed by the swings until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Aaron’s because the rain came and had found Nana’s vodka bottle. It took two each before they were all over each other and one more before they reached the bedroom. They must have fucked five or six times that afternoon. She had been so tight when he had penetrated her for the first time that Aaron was sure he was going to tear her apart. “Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,” she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, warm cunt and through the fragile film of her virginity, and he had to think of every multiplication he could to stop himself from cumming right there. Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between them had been with more girls than they could count, but even that experience nearly didn’t help him. When he did finally reach climax she had locked her legs around his back and pulled him so deep into her he reached a place he didn’t even know existed. He had filled her with so much of his seed that afternoon he was pretty sure he was empty for a week afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the pill. That much seed was enough to make an entire fleet of girls pregnant and neither of them wanted a kid running around. Caleb had ended up with Alice under different circumstances. They had both been drinking at a house party one Saturday and they had slipped into a spare bedroom on a dare. He had pleased her so much that night that they had become friends with benefits for a while after. She now alternated between Aaron and Caleb – it was just sex. Caleb continued. “She hasn’t even got hair yet. It’s amazing. The first time wasn’t so good, she cried a bit and there was a bit of blood, but now she’s an amazing fuck.” Aaron raised his can. “This is the fucking life.” “Second that, bro.” They downed more cans and played more Playstation and at about six took a break to order pizza. Aaron’s Nana had left them a twenty on the sideboard in the kitchen. As they devoured the slices and washed them down with beer, Aaron said he was bored of Playstation. “Yeah, me too. What you thinking? Aaron shrugged. “Fancy Omegle?” he asked between mouthfuls. “See which dirty bastards have their knobs out tonight.” Caleb laughed playfully disgusted. “Can’t wait.” Aaron grabbed another beer from the fridge and took the rest of the pizza back into the bedroom. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an Action film about a CIA agent and a Government conspiracy and ate the rest of the pizza and drunk. Drinking soon overtook the pizza and the film became background noise – another let down after a promising premise. After two more mouthfuls and another new can opened they decided on Omegle and switched off the Playstation. Aaron loaded up his laptop, connected it up to the flatscreen and stuck his Xbox camera on top of the TV. A few clicks later and Omegle was up. Chatrooms were fun, especially when it was strangers and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated section, and they sniggered as he accepted the warning of possible sexual content. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this loads of times before, sometimes they got some cute girls to talk to and flirt with and once had convinced some Polish girl to show them all. Other times they just saw slobbish, overweight fuckers with tiny knobs jacking off. As the first chat loaded, Aaron took his wireless keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro’s. “Showtime,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. The first chat loaded and they looked at each other in disappointment. A young Asian kid, probably about twelve, with glasses too big for his face, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward beat as they looked at the screen, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his hand and started to wave. Another beat past, and Caleb raised his can and Aaron laughed hard and hit the escape key and moved to a different chat. “No knobs,” he said. “Just a knob,” Caleb laughed back. The second chat was initially more promising. A young girl was smiling back at them, brunette hair hanging over her left shoulder and a pretty face filling the screen. The screen told them that “Stranger is typing” but half way through the screen froze and the chat disconnected. Failure followed on the next few chats, and the cans were going down quicker. “Shit,” Caleb said, “at this rate we’re going to be the dirty bastards with our knobs out.” Aaron laughed and finished his can. Caleb threw his empty one at him as he rose, and he disappeared with a stagger. “Find another chat,” he called back from the kitchen. As Caleb loaded up another chat, and another heap of failure – a fat balding man with dinner still on his shirt – Aaron returned and tossed back a full can. Caleb cracked it and changed chat. “Where the fuck is everyone?” Aaron asked as they moved through a couple more screens. “Fuck knows. All we can attract is fucking bald men.” Aaron took a drink and laughed. “Can’t even get a dick,” he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more rooms and a few more drinks, Aaron turned to Caleb. “Should we?” he asked him. Caleb took a drink. “Should we--” he asked back, “what?” “Get our knobs out?” Caleb laughed but Aaron was deadly serious. The booze made him laugh even more. “On Omegle?” Aaron nodded. “Fuck it, why not?” Caleb took another drink. “Do you want?” Another screen, another weird looking man with glasses. “I will if you will?” Caleb took a drink and thought. Aaron watched him. “Fuck it.” For a few moments there was silence. The two boys just kind of looked at each other, the “connection lost” screen on the television keeping their tete a tete private. Between them their eyes dared each other into going first. Caleb took another drink and then said “alright” and he rose, unsteadily because of the booze, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the fly so that the black cotton of his boxer shorts was visible in the gap. He was already semi-hard at the thought and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to match his moves. Aaron took another drink before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to roll down his skinny jeans until they dropped at his ankles and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American Apparel boxers housing a bulge he could see was semi grown. Aaron followed Caleb’s eyes, and then looked back up at him, still with his pants up. “Need me to do that for you,” he joked as he walked over and tugged at Caleb’s jeans until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each other again for a second, and then Aaron said they should get down to business and he walked over to the TV and adjusted the camera so that it was pointing further down. He said it was so that their faces weren’t shown when they started. No point risking it, he said. He dragged the Recaro’s closer to the TV and then looked back at Caleb. “On three?” Caleb said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxer. “Three,” Aaron said, dropping his underwear and kicking them off. For a second he stood there, naked from the waist down and Caleb admired what his best friend was packing. Below the toned chest, which sloped into a defined V from his pelvis, he was semi hard, brown pubic hair sprouting over the top of a nice looking, smooth shaft. Caleb guessed Aaron was about six inches fully hard, and he made sure to look him over before dropping his own boxers. Caleb was slightly bigger, and slightly harder. The purple tip of his member peeked out from under his foreskin. Aaron returned the examination and then he made a ‘not bad’ expression as he looked him over. They both grew a little harder. It was nothing knew to either of them, they had seen each other naked loads of times. They regularly showered together and undressed in front of each other before and after football practice. They’d never been in this situation though, slightly drunk and sexually excited and this was a new feeling. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his prick, with a different sort of look than he ever had done before. Neither of them were gay, and they had never had gay thoughts, but this was something new to both of them. Aaron picked up his can and handed Caleb his. They brought the two together, took a drink and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt cool against their naked behinds but they seldom noticed. Aaron loaded up a new chatroom and they drank and waited. There was an air of exhilaration about being sat half in the nude with each other. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and stole glances of each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking. Aaron stuck a playlist on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatrooms of geeks in glasses and fat, overweight perverts and they drank more and cursed at the lack of activity. Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of young boys in glasses who looked about ten and told them to fuck off back to their geek videos on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in front of the camera and told the boys he bet they’d never seen a full moon like that before. Chatrooms passed and each one became the same, bored mundane face on a different body. They were all the fat old man or the geek kids and Caleb was getting bored at the constant inactivity, and he leaned back into the chair and let the music and the beer wash over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a cool breeze passed over his naked lower half and he realised he wasn’t just drunk, but he was feeling pretty fucking good too. He reached down, curled his hand around his shaft and gave it a roll, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a “fuck” leave his lips and he relaxed further into the chair, slowly rolling his hand up and down his slowly engorging member. Aaron caught him in the corner of his eye and he watched for a couple of seconds, finding his own prick, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to copy Caleb, feeling the pleasure wash over him as he worked his hand up and down his shaft. Caleb exclaimed that it was feeling great, and Aaron agreed and started talking about Ellie and what he wanted to do to her. Caleb moaned in agreement as Aaron talked of his thirst for her tight pussy and Caleb said he wanted Beth’s tight little cunt on him right that second and mumbled “fuck” again as he played it over in his head. Caleb then stuck his head back into the chair and groaned hard. “Fuck! This feels so good.” “Wish there was somebody else here to do this though,” Aaron said as he finished his can. He grabbed another from the side and popped the top and took another big drink. “They say if you use your other hand…” Caleb started. “You know that is bullshit,” Aaron laughed. “Use mine then,” Caleb joked as he finished his own can and told Aaron to pass him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few seconds. Caleb opened his eyes and turned to see what Aaron was doing. His hand had stopped and he was thinking. Then, after a few seconds, he turned to Caleb and said “well, go for it then.” Caleb then thought and then his hand stopped too. He reached out initially tentative, waiting for the slapping away of his hand and the comment of “fucking faggot” or something akin as Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to stop him and Caleb found himself closing his hand around the warm, thick, throbbing shaft as Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt different to his own, and as his hand became accustom to the new member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a little bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron’s cock was hard and smooth and as he rolled his hand up and down, from the thick purple head down to the full, hairy balls, he heard Aaron’s breath changing and he looked up from his handiwork to see his eyes pressed closed and his lips slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own balls wanted Aaron to reach out and do the same to him. With one hand still moving slowly up and down his own shaft, rolling his fingers from base to tip, his other hand explored Aaron. The head appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting more. He could see the glint of the precum as it laced the surface, could see the veins straining and suddenly he was looking at Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the booze but in the moment he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each other in the dimming light of a Saturday evening marred by alcohol, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Aaron’s hand came over the chair, over Caleb’s outstretched arm and then Aaron’s hand was on Caleb’s prick and Caleb inhaled sharply. Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the next few minutes they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each other, exploring each other, arms moving in tandem. Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an extra couple of beats to register what Aaron said next. “Cum on me,” he was saying, and then his hand was released from around Caleb’s cock and his top was off and Aaron was sat there, naked and looking directly at Caleb. “I’m serious. Fucking cum on me.” He worked on himself again as Caleb stood up. Aaron opened his legs and Caleb stood between them, rolling from tip to shaft until his legs started shaking and an uncontrollable urge filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out “fuck!” and he was blasting two, three, four massive ropes of cum over Aaron, over his chest and his face and his groin and Aaron was moaning hard too and saying he was going to cum. It was instinct that took over but Caleb sunk to his knees, between Aaron’s legs and he took back control over Aaron’s cock and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his mouth. Even if Aaron wanted to protest he couldn’t. It felt warm and hard and it was throbbing and knowing little, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to flick the burning helmet with his tongue, moving his hand up and down and then he was bobbing and Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop. A hand came onto the back of his head, a strong hand and Aaron was tensing and then rope after rope of thick, hot semen was plastering the back of Caleb’s throat. He swallowed what he could but the force and the inexperience took over and he was coughing and choking and his eyes were running as this hot, salty liquid filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his face too and then it was done and Aaron was panting in the chair and Caleb kind of collapsed forward, not on Aaron, but hovering just in front of him, supported by the batwings on the chair. They were in the kitchen in just their boxers getting more beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the bathroom to clean up they were now stood facing each other, exhausted and yet more satisfied than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Aaron just laughed. “That was fucking….” “Yeah.” Caleb said. And then they were looking at each other, two good looking teenage boys, and processing what they had just done and what had just happened. They drunk in silence. “I mean,” Caleb said after a prolonged beat, “that beats looking at knobs on Omegle.” “For sure. That beats a lot of things.” “Yeah. What should we do?” Caleb. “Next?” Aaron. They were closer now although neither could tell you how the space had lessened between them. The booze was light. Things were woozy. A good woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other. “Next best thing when there’s no girls around?” “Don’t need girls to cum. Obviously.” Aaron smiled. “Ever kissed a boy?” “Not yet.” Like the space what happened next could not be recounted with any accuracy but they were kissing in the kitchen, delicately at first as if the other was in fact a girl. Their lips explored delicately and then as the situation took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then tongues with the taste of salt still In Caleb’s mouth, entered the equation and now they were back in the bedroom and the boxers were being kicked off and they were on the bed and Aaron was on top. Caleb’s hands were around him, touching him, feeling the heat and the sweat on Aaron’s body and then it was down at his firm ass and between his cheeks and the desire between each of their legs burned with lust. Aaron reached over into the night table and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their eyes met for a second, as if that was the chance for any objection but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit agreement and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricant up and down his shaft. He told Caleb to get up and bend over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all fours and he leaned forward so that his face was on the pillow and his tight little ass was in the air and Aaron took some more of the lube and began to explore Caleb’s tight pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Aaron smeared the mixture around the entrance, and then he moaned as he slowly started to insert a finger inside. He was tight. Tighter than any pussy he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin hole with his fingers, Caleb moaned and Aaron’s prick throbbed. Applying a little bit more to the purple head of his cock, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb’s virgin asshole and he shivered at the contact. He asked Caleb if he was ready and Caleb told him he was and then he was slowly pushing forward. There was initial resistance but it proved futile and as the tip of Aaron’s cock entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a feeling of pain and pleasure, something he couldn’t quite explain. Aaron dipped his hips and the throbbing head of his member penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain and half in lust. His sphincter was warm and tight and as Aaron flexed his hips again, dipping deeper inside, he felt an intense pleasure wash over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb’s cavern empty and aching. Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his conquest delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his hips in an attempt to take more of Aaron inside him. He groaned hard and loud as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his hands clawing at Caleb’s back as the tightness compressed against his sensitive, longing desire. Aaron teased again; withdrawing and repeating the same teasing two-inch fuck until he could tease no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb’s tight aching asshole and his body jolted and he screamed out “yes!” Aaron was gentle as he gathered rhythm, and then he picked up his pace and he started to fuck Caleb like he fucked those girls he liked to bend over on his very bed. But this wasn’t like Aimee or Katie. It wasn’t a pussy he was slamming into, it was something tighter and more delicate and more pleasurable. He slipped out and slammed back in, his balls slapping against the penetrated ass and resting against Caleb’s naked skin. And then he was fucking him, and Caleb was clawing at the bedsheets as Aaron stroked hard, each thrust sending a wave of pain and pleasure the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage body. He was moaning hard, hands of Caleb’s hips and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the gentle thwack of Caleb’s asshole and then he felt what he so longed for, and Aaron tensed up and he screamed out that he was going to cum and then it happened – he released hard and stream after stream of pent up, oily semen burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing member and suddenly his asshole was full and he yelled out in climax, Caleb’s face deep in the bedsheets and Aaron behind him, still inside and on top of him, drained and releasing the contents of an orgasm that threatened to turn him inside out. They didn’t speak for a while after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking plaster of the roof and he chased shapes that looked like dragons as Aaron’s seed trickled out from inside him. Aaron was next to him, drained and pleasured and satisfied. Caleb felt sore, but he also felt more satisfied than he ever had with a girl and as the alcohol made the shapes move he turned to Aaron. “Never fucked like that,” Aaron said, not breaking eye contact with the roof but sensing Caleb’s eyes on him. Caleb laughed and looked down his naked body to the tool still glistening with their sex and the body he had never really looked at and he felt hard again, his cock engorging at the sight. “I’ve never had an orgasm so hard without cumming,’ he said. He leant down, delicately kissing the rising and falling chest of Aaron, the salty sweat on his skin warm in his mouth. He traced it down and then took Aaron’s cock in his hand. He teased the tip for a few seconds until life started to spring back and then he met Aaron’s gaze. “I’m spent,” Aaron laughed and Caleb smiled and picked up the discarded tub of lube. “Good. My turn,” he said and Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his worst. It was morning when they woke, naked and side by side on the semen covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their bearings and then as the memories of last night came back to them they agreed they would never talk about it again. “For the best,” they said. Aaron wasn’t even half way across the room before Caleb reached him, his hand coming around and turning him back so they were face to face. Still naked, Caleb kissed Aaron hard and his hand roamed down to the engorged penis stood alert and longing. Aaron smiled. “Wondered how long that would take you,” he laughed. “Shower?” Caleb smiled and Aaron’s cock twitched.

When I was eighteen I got a summer job with student employment painting houses. It was the best job I have ever had . There wasn’t any boss to put pressure on us every minute. The foreman for our crew was actually a twenty-one year old woman who was in college and had worked painting houses every summer. She was a bit slim and had very small boobs which didn’t bother me at all. She had beautiful brown eyes, a very hot ass and sensual long legs. She had the most amazing red hair that fell to her shoulders which she tied in a ponytail to paint. I had a slim body, smallish boobs but full hips and a tight round ass, perhaps my best feature. I turned a lot of heads in my bikini. Her name was Lucy and she took a shine to me right away, which was kind of nice. By the second day I figured out that she was into girls because of the way she kept checking out my ass. I mean several times a day if I was bending over a paint tray there was Lucy checking out my tight teen ass. So by the second week I decided to push the issue, I started wearing shorter and tighter shorts, and made a no underwear pact which meant that when Lucy checked me out she might have just as well have been looking at my bare ass. She soon started working with me, and at every chance she got she would touch my shoulder or arm and when my back was turned she would often give my ass a little love tap or a little squeeze. It was always when there was no one else around and she wasn’t a perv about it. I guess a straight girl would have cried sexual harassment but I loved every bit of attention she sent in my direction. I liked the idea of turning on an older girl. It felt risky and sexy to garner her attention. Then one day, one of the hottest days of the summer. Wendy and I stayed at a house to finish up while the rest of the crew moved to the next house to set up. We had been painting the house for two days but I wasn’t looking forward to finishing up. The family had two children an eighteen girl and a son who never seemed to be around. The girls name was Summer. On this hot day Summer laid out a towel in the back yard and was sunbathing while sucking lemonade through a straw. Summer was sure an eighteen year old hottie with blonde hair tied up in pony tail, c cup titties and a killer ass. I smiled at her every chance I got, giving her little complements such as “That bikini is perfect for you” and” “Your name really suits you, cause you are so hot”. I spent my breaks talking to this beauty about what kind of music she liked and where she got her make-up and If she had a boyfriend. Summer kind of blushed at that question, and just shook her head. I noticed summer’s eyes when I was close to her, how they lingered over my tities, tummy and crotch. After a break I went back to painting but before I did. I calmly unzipped my shorts and pushed them down my legs, bending over just a few feet from Summer, so she had a perfect view of my ass and my dampening slit. When I turned around her face was flushed and she was squeezing her thighs together like she was turned on. As I squatted to paint below a window I spread my legs to give Summer a close up view of the tight fabric of my bikini grabbing at my wet pussy lips. In spite of the sweltering heat I could feel my nipples growing stiff; something that I was sure wasn’t lost on summer. With my peripheral vision I could see her eyes were large and she was taking in every inch of my body which was on display for her. Sweat was running down my tummy and I put my brush down, I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by showing this lovely girl my body. I looked at her and said, “Oh summer it is a hot one isn’t it?” She was all eyes as I took a cloth and dabbed the sweat from my chest, while at the same time flicking my finger nails over my hard nipples. I let my hand move the small cloth over my flat tummy, spreading my knees wider apart. I moved the cloth to each thigh, whipping the sweat on one then moving up the inner thigh of the other leg. I had Summer’s rapt attention. “You know Summer I can’t remember when I’ve ever felt this hot, this wet, “with that I quickly moved aside the crotch of my bikini bottom and plunged a finger deep into my soaked cunt. Summer’s eyes went wider and her moth dropped open. I pulled out my finger and brought it to my mouth and licked it clean. “Mmm now that’s the taste of summer, “ I hissed, looking her right her beautiful blue eyes. “I-I- I have to go…uh… into the…house,” Summer stammered and scrambled off her towel. I sighed as I watched her tight ass disappeared in the back door of the house. I smiled, it was our last day on this job and I was sure I had given Summer a thrill she wouldn’t soon forget. But then there was the issue of my dripping pussy. I had only a bit of edging to do on another wall then my part of the job would be done. I set up the ladder trying to get Summer’s hot body off my mind. I smiled at the thought of tasting her hot little cunt. I was using a brush to “edge in” spaces left by the rollers around a window. The curtain was closed in the window but as I climbed level with the top of the window I peered in the gap over the curtain rod and to my surprised delight there below me was the Summer, who I had just exposed my cunt to. She was laid out her back propped against the headboard holding an issue of Penthouse (no doubt from her absent brother’s collection) between her hands. I smiled and hooked my paint can on the ladder; I wasn’t going to miss this for anything. I was very still so as not to attract Summer’s eyes with a sudden movement. At that moment Lucy came around the corner of the house, she stopped still looking up at me in just my bikini, a lustful grin forming on her beautiful lips. I brought a straight finger to my lips to warn her to be quiet, and then I curled a finger to indicate I wanted her to join me on the ladder. I didn’t want to move and I had a feeling that Lucy would enjoy the view as much as I did. Lucy put concrete blocks to support each foot of the ladder then she climbed slowly and quietly up the ladder until her feet were on the rung below my feet. She was wearing a bikini top and short shorts and I felt the heat of her body press against my back as she peered over my shoulder. “Oh fuck that is hot,” Lucy sighed near my ear, her hand reaching around and slipping it into the cup of my bikini tweaking my nipple. Summer had removed her bra top and was slowly squeezing and pulling on her firm round tities, as her blue eyes poured over the pages of the magazine. I sighed as Lucy balanced the weight of her body against mine then moved her free hand onto my other breast. The dexterity of her fingers was remarkable how she slowly kneaded my small breasts then narrowed the pressure of her fingers to the aching points of my stiff nipples. I could feel my pussy drip into the crotch of my bikini. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for weeks,” Lucy hissed into my ear as her tongue traced droplets of sweat up my neck, and then she pulled on my ear lobe with her teeth. I could feel my legs begin to tremble, when I noticed Summer changing her position. She quickly removed her bikini bottom and turned over on her front , pushing her perfect round bum in the air and spreading her legs apart allowing Lucy and I a perfect view of her wet pussy lips and clit. “Oh fuck, look at that teen ass, it’s so nice but I know one that is so much nicer…” Lucy turned my head and kissed me hard pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, then vacuuming my tongue into her mouth letting it scrape over her teeth. She nipped my lower lip hard between her teeth , I stifled a cry of pain. Lucy stepped down the ladder a few rungs and to my surprise she pulled my bottoms all the way down and slowly lifting my feet removed them jamming them in the top of her shorts. Without hesitation she grasped my tight teen ass and squeezed it hard. She opened her mouth and began leaving tongue kisses all over my ass, letting her tongue play with the curved flesh of my tanned butt. I gasped and looked down on Summer. The magazine was spread in front of her, a hot lesbian pictorial; I could make out the image of a brunette eating out a blonde’s cunt. Summer had two fingers moving up and down her slit, first playing with her perfect pink clit then slipping them into her tight cunt hole. I couldn’t believe how wet her pussy was. I smiled knowing that I had something to do with that. Lucy’s tongue was now circling my puckered ass hole, the feeling was like nothing I had ever felt. Never had I touched myself there when brining myself off or when making love with a guy or a girl. It was as if a new part of my body had been awakened, and everything had just gotten brighter, more intense. I covered my mouth as Lucy forced her slick tongue into my ass hole spreading my ass cheeks wide to get the tongue deeper. I clutched to the ladder my knees nearly bucking at the flash of pleasure that coursed through my body. I looked down to see Summer parting her slick cunt lips to pinch her clit between two fingers. As she moved the fingers up and back she began grinding clit between her fingers. My mouth opened and my tongue flashed over my lips, oh how I wanted to taste that pussy flesh. Lucy continued to lavish attention with her tongue on my tight little butt hole. It was making me crazy then without warning she twisted two fingers deep into my sloppy cunt, and I stifled my moan against my shoulder. Lucy knew exactly what I needed and I felt that it would be a race to see which of us would cream our cunts first, Summer with her clit play and finger fucking or me with Lucy’s tongue up my ass and her fingers hitting my g-spot with every hard thrust. Summer’s pretty face was buried in a pillow as she now worked both of her hands over her cunt her right continued to put the squeeze on her trembling clit while she rammed two fingers deep into her glistening cunt. Summer’s ass was humping up and down on her fingers and by the jerkiness of her motions I knew she would cum soon. At that instant I felt Lucy’s tongue enter my ass again, with her fingers moving in unison to the thrusts of her hot tongue. Without warning Lucy captured my slick clit between two knuckles on her free hand again leaning against the ladder for support she began to grind away on the my sensitive clit without mercy. I cast my eyes over the hot blonde who was my age as she moved her fingers from her cunt and drove them deep into her hot gaping asshole. I heard her muffled cries even where I stood as her little cunt convulsed and sent forth a fine spray of girl cum. I climaxed at the same instant hugging the ladder pressing my ass and cunt into Lucy’s face as I squired cum like rain all over her face and onto the rose bushes below. I groaned and shifted away from the window not wanting to be found out. My entire body was trembling from my toes to my shoulders and holding back my cries made the pleasure run deeper in my body. When my trembling subsided I looked down to see Lucy’s smiling face, shining with cum and sweat. She began moving down the ladder. I glanced through the window to see Summer still laying face down now gently patting her creamy pussy. I gasped as she brought her wet fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. It was truly beautiful. On shaky legs I climbed down the ladder and embraced Lucy kissing and licking my cum from her face. Lucy was desperate said she would finish up in the morning but right now we needed to fuck. She drove me over to her apartment and I licked and fucked her to a crashing climax then we slept and when we awoke at it all over again. When it started to get dark and I had to head home, exhausted yet completely sated. That wasn’t the only time we had sex on the job, but then that is another story.

Sitting in his chair, sipping at his tea, he flicked idly over the album. It was times like this which he loved. The afternoon sun cast a mellow light onto the dusty photos lying in his lap. He smiled; his childhood was always so much fun. And it was even better to look back on! One photo stood out for him though. The grainy family photo at the horse race. He couldn’t remember this one before. How could he even forget that day? Looking into his own eyes, he remembered the time the family went to Saratoga. Oh, how much had changed since then. He was fitter, smarter, and more handsome; and yet in the photo, so anonymous. His sisters all bore huge white grins; merely a smile was on his face. He grinned at his own adolescent misery. He closed his eyes and dreamed of that day... A bright August day, perfect for taking the family up to Saratoga and watch the races. Not the ideal weekend for Peter Corbin. He’d rather not have the fuss of actually doing something on a Saturday. After the aching car journey, he was glad to get out. But as usual, his mum would have something to say. “Now, be good! All of you!” she would say everywhere they went. The four of them would usual charge off at this point, hurtling straight for the sea or the roller coaster. But only the three girls ran off in a squeal of excitement. Peter was just left to mope around his mother, hands in his pockets kicking at the gravel. “What’s up Peter? We’ve not come all this way for you to look miserable!” “Why have we come here? It’s so boring here!” “Nonsense; your sisters have dreamed of coming up here! Now perk up, we’re in the upper classes now! Don’t want you giving the wrong impression!” She took her bonnet from the back seats and toddled off towards the hoards of people dressed in white dresses and black suits, bearing hats and umbrellas. It all just seemed too ridiculous for Peter. Why had his mother always tried her best to try and “fit in with the upper classes”? And why had his sisters all been so desperate to follow her? Peter just slumped against the side of the car, where gentlemen strode past him and sniggered pompously at the urchin. The rest of his family meanwhile had made quick amends with trying to “fit in”. His sisters were giggling over the wide range of horses and their impressive jockeys on show. Mother had joined in a conversation possibly involving weather and the cheese at lunch. They all laughed heartily with the anonymous snobs around them. What made things worse was the fact that none of them bore the strains of a 3 hour car journey that was written all over Peter’s face. Peter had had enough of lazing around the car and decided to wander himself. He dare not look at the towering snobs walking past him, in case their voiced their impression of a teenage boy dressed in merely a T-Shirt and jeans. The ground was exquisitely kept, the lawns a lush green and the paths a perfect white gravel. Not a blade or stone was out of place. The various wooden stands and tables outside the restaurant were illuminated in the warm morning glow. At least his eyes were alive with the sight, unlike his dead brain with the bore. As he made his way to the white fencing by the track, his mother grabbed him by the shoulder: “Come on Peter! This gentleman has offered to take a photo for our albums back home!” In less than 5 seconds, the family went from giggles to pose to laughing at the end, and Peter barely had time to react. The man behind the camera was a tall, dark haired man in a black suit and top hat. Very much the “Bond-like man” his mother had liked. “Thank you very much!” she smiled to take the camera back “My pleasure!” he smiled back, and Mother giggled. “Peter, this is Quentin, we’ve just been talking to him earlier!” “Nice to meet you old chap!” he held out a hand which Peter shook. “Is he our new daddy?” Peter smirked in his mother’s ear. He could tell that got to her by the way she flinched as he said it. “Now, Peter, we’ll be watching the 3:00 race as Quentin has a horse running then! Would you care to join us?” “Sure, why not?” “Splendid!” Quentin replied. “We’ll meet you by the bar just before!” he smiled. “Say, why don’t you go find my son, Stephen? He’s just by the stables watching our horse!” Number 3, can’t miss it, she’s a beauty!” He grinned and walked off. The girls giggled and followed on, probably lured by his teeth Peter thought. He was glad to see that back of them. It made him cringe every time his mother tried to find a new bloke that was way out of her league. And his sisters were just pathetic anyway, giggling at anything said by any man at anytime. And as for his son, what would he be like? The same pompous git that all the rest of the men were like here? At least Peter would get to spend time with someone of his own age. He decided there was no point not trying. Which was it, number three? Down a small passageway, Peter found the row of stables and saw the outline of a teenage boy against the glare of the sun. He was leaning next to the open door of stable number 4. Once the sun dipped behind the tall wooden building Peter was able to see the boy more clearly; and the sight took his breath away! Sure, Stephen was just like his father, dressed in a smart black suit and a top hat; but he was at least a much nicer person to look at. Just about his height, he had streaks of dark blonde hair waving across his face. Deep dark blue eyes set in the creamiest of slender face were staring back at him. Peter’s lips went dry as he was now within touching distance. “Erm...hi!” Stephen opened his mouth to let out his perfect voice. Not snobby, not boring, just right to make your knees wobble. “Hi...” Peter said before he realised “You lost?” “No, I... I was told to find you. I... I know your dad you see...” “Oh do you now. I’m sorry for you...” “What?” “The stuck-up git’s probably trying to woo some lady into letting him show her his horse. Or at least that what he says! Every time we come to the races he always ends up sleeping with a stranger. And he always leaves me bored and alone! God I hate him!” he worked up such a frenzy ranting about his apparently “stuck-up” father, that Peter had lost the idea he was even upper class. He was turning into an average boy just like him. “I’m sorry, I’m hurling all my troubles at you and I’ve only just met you!” “No, it’s no problem!” Peter said. He joined him against the wall. “I don’t even have a father...” “Oh, I’m sorry...” “It’s OK; I was too young to remember him anyway” “That’s awful!” “Yeah...” Peter said softly. We’re even now, two strangers knowing two secrets. “So, you ride?” “Yes, but only when father makes me.” “Mmm, I can tell” Peter said looking down at Stephen’s shirt. After a pause Stephen replied: “To be honest I can’t be bothered, I get enough mockery at school what with...er...” “Yes...” “Well it’s just not manly is it? Cantering around all afternoon on a horse...” “It does your body a world of good though!” “Yes I know but... what?” “I said it does your body a world of good!” Peter couldn’t resist anymore, he was bored for the day anyway. Stephen seemed almost baffled by what Peter had said. He just gaped; pink lips wide open at him. After a short while he closed them again and took a deep breath. He’d made his decision. “You fancy a closer look?” he looked at Peter, biting his lips. At this point, Peter’s eyes went into hyperactivity. They kept switching from the eyes that were gazing straight at him to the plump pink lips of the stable-boy to the covered body that would almost certainly be his prize. Stephen didn’t even let him answer. He wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist and pulled hard. The effect was mind-boggling. Peter’s lips were cushioned by the drooling lips of Stephen, which then enveloped his in a hard kiss. The pair of lips then crashed again and again in loops of firm kisses. Slowly Peter’s hands plucked up courage to rest on Stephen’s pulsating body. But just as they were about to feel Stephen’s abdomen, the kiss was broken. “Oh, how rude of me!” Stephen exclaimed “I’m Stephen by the way, who are you?” “I’m...Peter” “Nice to meet you Peter! Brace yourself!” “What?” Peter was then thrown right inside stable 3, which was thankfully clean. A huge mass of hay caught Peter, who sat up to see Stephen heave the doors closed. It was just the two of them now in a dark stable, what could they possibly do? Stephen then jumped down next to Peter, who ravaged at him instantly. Pushing his shoulders deeper into the hay, Stephen could do little to resist the power of this latest burst of lust. Peter literally covered the helpless stable-boy with his passionate kisses. Stephen just laughed ecstatically as Peter started unbuttoning the shirt and coating every inch of it with nips and licks. When he was caught off guard, Stephen returned the favour and planted Peter into the haystack. Stephen, kneeling dominant over Peter, tore off his shirt and revealed what Peter was longing for. The face may have been a typical teenager, but the body was one of a professional athlete. Never before had Peter seen such physical beauty, such well defined muscles, and such an arousing build. Stephen then threw his new exposed flesh over Peter. Oh and how warm it was too! Stephen playfully tugged at Peter’s T-shirt in an attempt to see some new flesh of his own. Peter grinned and moaned as he started to pull up the end of his shirt and place hot kisses around his waist. Obediently, Peter removed the clothing and let Stephen play more. Stephen was clearly in better shape, but he loved Peter’s body as if it were better than his own! Peter couldn’t control himself letting out moans and childish giggles and the tantalising tongue caressed his body. After letting Stephen play, he could take no more. He through Stephen back to his original position and let loose his next act. Although his body was hard to resist, what must have been stored in his trousers must have been twice as hot. He made light work of the zipper and found the result in no time at all. Being handled for the first time by cold hands seemed to have effect on Stephen, for precum was spurting out endlessly. Peter couldn’t control himself and licked it all right up. He made sure to be as tentative with his tongue as possible to make Stephen ooze out more of the sticky sweetness. Stephen was lost for words, even his top hat couldn’t muffle out the loud groans he was emitting. Peter loved the sounds he was making though; his voice was just right for the orgasmic screaming type. He was just about to go in for a huge swallow of the thick rod when a voice boomed out over the loudspeakers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the action will commence in 5 minutes!” Peter and Stephen exchanged dirty looks. They both giggled and Peter dived in for a full-on suck. Stephen squealed in delight, urging him on for more. Peter was exceptionally good for his age and experience, and Stephen would bare testament to that! Up and down he went; thrusting his head like his life depended on it. The taste was so good, and it never stopped at the rate Stephen was going. Stephen was pulled right to the brink of ecstasy before he gave in. He pulled the drooling Peter up so he was lying next to him. The time came for his revenge! Removing the denim from Peter, he grasped his round buttocks in his hands. With Stephen’s breath down his neck and fingers dangerously close to his entrance, Peter was close to letting go there and then. Peter was then vigorously flipped over and Stephen braced himself for the boarding. “They’re lining up at the start line” Stephen’s bulging head was poised, waiting for the opportune moment, when Peter couldn’t bear the wait any longer. “And they’re off!” In one swift manoeuvre, Stephen pounced and thrusted hard up into Peter. In response, Peter screamed in joy, and pulled at Stephen buttocks, enticing him to go deeper and take more. So he did, with amazing effect. The sensation in between his legs completely overcame Peter, and he found his hips wanted to swallow up more. Back-thrusting soon led to invites of more pounding from Stephen; who by the way seemed to really be getting in his stride. Forget legs of a jockey, this boy had moves that could out run a stallion! “Look at them go! Their legs are literally pounding against the ground!” They giggled once more at the amply timed loudspeaker. Thankfully, the cheers from the crowd just managed to overcome the mass of squeals and gasps. They both loved it, even in the prickly bed of hay; the sensations were completely mind blowing. After an age of tireless thrusting, Stephen could take the tightness no longer. He dislodged himself from Peter in a frantic series of moaning; and Peter knew what was coming next. Quickly, his mouth was at the head of Stephen, begging to be filled once again. “And they’re approaching the finish now!” With one last shrill squeak, Stephen let go, emitting a vast wave of semen, drenching Peter’s unexpecting face. “And the winner is, Blind Eye!” Peter laughed as he wiped the sperm from his eyes and placing it straight into his mouth. Stephen joined in the laughter too, after he’d got rid of every last drop onto Peter’s lips. Once Peter had licked as much as he could off his lips, Stephen thought he’d lend a helping hand in tidying up his face! The muscular stable-boy once again planted Peter straight into the hay bale, and the two kissed long on into the evening sunset.

I was never very outgoing in high school. I mostly kept to myself and my small group of friends, studying and occasionally going out to play videogames with them or see a movie. I was sixteen in my third year of high school, relatively tall, more so on the thin side and had very thick hair at the time. I kept in shape mostly by running, which didn’t make me particularly buff, but definitely not scrawny. I met Mary in my third year of high school. Right from the start I was very interested in her, but I had never had much luck with girls. She was pretty tall for a girl, her eyes coming up just to my neck. She was slim, but had decently sized breasts which stood out nicely from her figure. I noticed that her hips swayed very obviously when she walked. She self-identified as a goth, dying her hair black, wearing heavy metal band t-shirts, skinny jeans and mesh arm sleeves regularly. Her eyes were hazel, highlighted by eyeliner, with a cute nose and full lips. Her skin was pale and unblemished. I was immediately taken with her. We originally met through mutual friends but never interacted much over the course of the year. We did however, have one class together: math. Math wasn’t a hard subject to me. To me, it was mostly just taking a formula, taking some numbers and then plugging those numbers into the formula – easy. The teacher recommended that I sign up as a math tutor, and I figured that it would be a good way to make money, being paid through the school. So I signed up for it and started making enough money to be a little more independent, but not enough to really add up. It was near the end of the year, in the month or so before exams, when people were desperate to get last minute tutoring and help with their end of term assignments. Luckily for me, Mary was included among them. There were other tutors, but since Mary and I were already familiar, she had preferred to have me tutor her, and I had made a point of saving a spot for her. Tutoring, like with other students happened in the library for an hour after school. Mary booked a few sessions over the course of two months to help out with her homework. One day, Mary and I had a session and we started work on some math problems together. In between problem sets and explaining concepts we chatted, about our friends, our interests, whatever came to mind. I had become more and more interested in Mary at this point because she was surprisingly artistic. She was a fan of music, apparently, but despite the Slayer t-shirt that she was wearing that day she had a fairly well rounded interest in different kinds of music. She was also fairly passionate about art, and I caught her doodling more than once during our sessions, though the doodles put to shame anything that I could try drawing. She was also gifted with that special kind of quick-witted sarcasm, which made me laugh a little too loud more than once. After the hour, the librarian came over to shoo us out. We hadn’t finished working on all of her assignment, but we had made a lot of progress. Mary still seemed kind of upset that we didn’t finish, and suggested that maybe we finish up at her house. This caught me off guard but I stammered out a “yes” in the end. I asked her, “When?” She said “Why not right now? I only live five minutes from the school.” Since I only lived about a half hour from the school, I agreed and we started walking down the road to her place. It was winter, and there was a lot of snow on this particular day. There was a light fall coming down as we walked, but it wasn't unbearably cold. We left the school grounds and walked down to her street. She lived in a three-story house, but it was very narrow. I noticed that there was no car in her driveway. We climbed the front steps, she took out her house key, unlocked the door and we went in. We both shivered a little as we took off our coats. She had worn her coat the whole time in the library. When I asked her why, she said it was because “She was cold.” It was then in the house that I realized that today she was wearing a tank top, with a fair amount of cleavage that made her breasts really stand out. She was also wearing black leggings, which showed off her slender, shapely legs and tight rear end. It was lucky that she left the room before she noticed my growing hard on, which I quickly adjusted so it was less obvious in my jeans. She went up the stairs that lead to the upper floors and told me to follow her. I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable for some reason; perhaps it was how deadly silent the house was right then. Still, I followed her up, backpack in tow. She had waited for me on the second floor. “My room is this way,” she said, nodding up the stairs. She went up to the third floor and I caught an even better sight of her slender legs and distracting ass, that swayed in that way so typical of her. I followed now, more than a little distracted, with my heart beating like mad. Hitting the third floor, I realized that her bedroom was the entire attic basically. She had put up posters of various bands and musicians that she liked, as well as a few drawings and paintings that she had made herself. She had a single bed, low to the ground, and a small desk with a computer on it. Instinctively I went for the computer, but she immediately corrected me: “No, don’t bother, there’s not enough room for both of us to work there. Come over on the bed, it’s easier.” The steady uneasiness and excitement that I had been feeling all this while was growing more and more, but I sat down next to her on her bed. We took out some of our school things and continued to work on her math assignments. After a few minutes, I started to relax as we got back to the swing of things. After an hour, I had practically forgotten that I was sitting on a gorgeous girl’s bed with her with nobody home. After a good while, we nearly finished the assignment. Mary was getting bored of the work, and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep her on track for long if we kept going, so I suggested that we took a break for a while. “Good,” she said, and cleared through her work on the floor. She did a quick stretch, as I followed her lead and then stopped. For what seemed like forever neither one of us said anything. The silence in the house was overwhelming, and all of the discomfort I felt earlier had come back. “So, uhm, how’re things?” I asked, desperate to stat some kind of small talk. “You know, I don’t think that you should tutor me anymore,” she said flatly. “What? Why?” I was surprised, and a little bit hurt in the way that she said that. “Because you’re an idiot,” Mary responded. “How am I an idiot?” I asked, now getting a bit irritated. “You have been with me in my house, trying your best not to look at my tits when you think I can’t see you, with nobody home, on my bed, and you've done absolutely fuck all.” “What’re you talking -” and then she kissed me. It wasn't a peck. It was a strong, firm, sinking kind of kiss. The softness of her lips, the wetness in her kiss, the suddenness; I wasn't prepared for any of it. I was so shocked that I froze. She continued to kiss me for a good few seconds, then she broke from it and gave me a look. “Well? What’re you going to do about it?” she asked, again in her flat tone. I don’t know what came over me, but something in me just immediately snapped. I dove at her and started kissing her back. I think she wasn't fully ready for how I responded but soon enough she gave in and put her arms around me. I was lying on top of her on the bed, and we were writhing and desperately kissing each other. I’m not sure how, but soon our tongues started playing with each other and our mouths were getting sloppy with saliva. After what was probably seven minutes of intense making out we finally broke from it and took a breath. We both wiped our mouths. She and I gave each other a smile that showed equal amounts of contentment and lust. Then, I stopped smiling. She looked confused for a minute, and then I lowered my lips next to her ear. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” I whispered. “Me too,” she said. A new wave of lust took over me and I started nibbling on her ear. She started to breath more sharply when I did that. I moved down to her neck and I thought now I heard small moans every now and again. Now I was the one on the offensive. I wasn't paying attention, but she had grabbed my hand and forced it to her breast. There was no way I was going to be able to hide my hard on now. I squeezed her breast and moved my hand around in a circle, massaging it through her tank top. Now she was definitely moaning. I think without either of us realizing, we had adjusted ourselves so that she had spread her legs and I was between her, instinctively thrusting into her mound. Very suddenly she pushed me up a little bit. I watched as she lifted her tank top slightly, shoved my hand up, under her bra, and directly on to her breast. She grabbed the back of my head and forcefully pulled me back down to her, where her frantic tongue started darting in and out of my mouth. Now I could feel her nipple poking my hand and her moans were almost like grunts. I realized that I probably sounded a lot like her. I decided that maybe I should take charge again, and tried to reach under her to grab her ass. I tried putting my hand between her legs to reach it but she didn't lift her butt. Instead, my hand met up with the outline of her pussy. Even though I could feel how intense the heat coming off of it was, I froze again. I didn't know what to do. I thought that I had gone too far. Luckily for me, Mary knew exactly what to do. She started grinding her pussy into my hand for a minute before she lifted the waistband on her leggings. She grabbed my hand and guided it down. I felt her smooth belly as my hand sunk lower and lower. My fingers slowly slid down the sides of her wet lips, my middle finger dangling over the opening of her pussy. I didn't feel any hair at all, and I realized that she must shave it. With a bold new confidence, I started fingering her pussy. As I slid my finger in I could hear her gasp feel her tighten up around my finger. She was soaked. Now she had stopped grunting and started to whimper. I pulled up her tank top and bra and exposed her breasts. They were perfect, large C-cups with quarter-sized nipples, fully erect. Without waiting for her to respond I put my mouth on one and started sucking on it. She moaned very loudly when that happened. My ring finger joined my middle finger as I kept penetrating Mary, now she was gasping loudly and grunting again. Her breathing kept becoming sharper and louder and I started to finger her faster. I swear that a puddle was forming on her bed. I switched between her breasts as I sucked, and took the liberty to nibble a little as I did it. Suddenly, she arched her back, yelled loudly and came all over my fingers. Her pussy tightened and convulsed and her body shook, but I refused to stop. I kept sucking on her nipple and I slammed my fingers in and out of her as she climaxed, and kept going until her body finally stopped shaking. She was breathless, but she quickly forced me to kiss her, again grabbing the back of my head and forcing her lips into mine. She pulled my hand out of her leggings and then pushed me on my back. Now she was on top of me, kissing me furiously. After a while, she paused, and looked down at me with a wicked smile. “I think I should thank you for being such a good tutor.” I almost came right there. Mary unzipped my fly and with very little effort pulled my pants down and my cock out. By now I was rock solid, with a small a bit of jism dripping out of my glans. I was looking forward to this gorgeous girl giving me a hand job. Unsurprisingly, Mary caught me off guard again. She licked my cock from the base of its shaft to the tip, swirling her tongue around the end before her lips covered the head and she started gently sucking. It took a huge amount of concentration to stop myself from blowing my load in her mouth right there. Mercifully, she stopped for a second. She took her tank top and bra off the whole way, fully exposing her naked torso. I was again stunned by how gorgeous she was: not a blemish, not a fault on that pale beauty. Then, she again lowered her head and took me into her mouth. She started off gently sucking, but then started to go deeper. She got a good amount of my length into her mouth, and jerked the rest with her hand. It had been a while since anybody had given me this kind of attention, and it was overwhelming with a girl as gorgeous as Mary. She pulled her hair to one side so I could get a good view of her sucking my cock, her full lips covering the whole thing in saliva. I felt a tightening sensation in my balls; I knew that I couldn't last much longer. Mary went faster and faster, sucking with incredible force. I let out a loud yell and bucked my hips forward, shooting one of the biggest loads I had ever known, right into the trusting mouth of Mary. She still surprised me, rather than pulling away in disgust, she swallowed load after load that I shot into her mouth, still jerking it with her hand, milking me for my cum. After I had again gone limp, she took her lips off of my cock and gave it a gentle kiss. She wiped some of the cum and saliva from the corners of her mouth, sucking it off of her fingers. I was exhausted, collapsed on the bed. Mary moved up next to me, swinging an arm and a leg over me. She cuddled to me, and almost seemed to purr with contentment. “How was that?” she whispered. “Jesus Christ,” was all I could say. She giggled and kissed my cheek. I started asking her questions, about how this all came to be. As it turned out, she thought that I was kind of cute, and she wanted to show her appreciation for all the help I gave her on her homework. She had been planning this out for the past couple of weeks. We went uninterrupted because her parents didn't come back until later in the evening usually. None the less, she kicked me out after a few more minutes just to be safe. Her parents didn't like it when she had boys over. It was just as well, I had to be home too. So with a kiss goodbye at the door, I left in stunned ecstasy. The next week, we had a math test. I was surprised to see Mary among one of the first to go up and hand in her test. A couple of days later, our tests were graded and given back to us. Later that day, I found a note in my locker. It read: I got an A on my test. Thanks for the extra study sessions, it really helped. Do you think you’d be able to do more private sessions? I've been having some problems with anatomy too. Mary P.S. I might have some study tools to help.