Published Sex Stories

The younguns...

RavenHair on Teen Stories

He smiled, as he gave her cheek a loving, tender kiss, the black velvet sheets were warmed by the fire, which was roaring, deep red and orange flames, casting their bodies in a dim glow, he got up, smiling as he walked to the window, closing the silver trimmed silk curtains, in one fluid motion..


A faint giggle came from the bed, her icy white smile, clashed with the heavily lined, lipstick enhanced lips, she looked so plastic he thought, feeling dirty, this wasn't right, she was only Sixteen, but he had money, he sighed, smiling at her lithe body, and toned stomach stretching up above the black covers, in an instant, his resolution crumbled.


''Come here sweetie'', she whispered seductively, throwing the covers off of her body, her full, perky breasts were covere

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d by a red, lace bra, matching her panties, his eyes trailed down her body, and blushed, seeing the area of underwear between her legs, slightly wetter than usual, he grinned walking over to her, thinking, 'what a little slut', as she pounced before him, and with one flick of her small, warm hand, his pants were undone, and in a few seconds, maybe ten, they were down and off, she looked up, and winked, smiling at how he had no boxers on..


He moaned, as her hand touched his shaft, caressing it up and down firmly, her fingers grasping it as she pulled and pushed his foreskin, glistening with precum, licking her lips, she looked up at him, as she stroked his manhood up and down, it felt warm, even to him, letting out a moan, he mumbled ''Faster, go on, what I'm paying you for'', feeling slightly scared, she started to grasp it a little more gently, but moving her hand up and down quickly, he felt his stomach go weak, and his balls tingle, the feel of this young girls hand was amazing, so soft, so warm and supple, it reminded him of his wife, when she was young.


He grabbed her hair, pulling her face down to his throbbing cock, and groaned ''Suck that, till I'm near ready little girl'', she gave a slight nod, and started to nuzzle the head with her warm lips, her tongue swirled quickly, her warm spit dripping over her chin, and the head of his manhood, but he grinned, as he thrust his hips forward, as he grabbed her hair, forcing it into her warm, wet throat, as he slid it up and down, he knew she liked it, by the way her eyes went wide, and he way he could see her little panties starting to drip droplets of sweet, yet salty juice, he grinned, feeling his balls clinch, one more moment and he'd shoot his load in her little, tight mouth.


He smiled, as he pushed her over, and ripped her panties of, his mind wavered, as he pushed them into her mouth, and knelt down, burying his face deep into her wet pussy, he sucked deeply on her clit, passionately digging his tongue inside her, her moans filling the room, as she ground her young, virgin pussy onto his face, it smelled sweet, and tasted like honey, she let out a long howl, as she orgasmed, he knew being subtle wouldn't do it, she ran her hand through her raven hair, and her cum, dribbled into his mouth...


Taking his cock, he flipped her over, and slid it deep into her, god she's tight, he thought, feeling warm drips of blood trickle over his warm, hard cock, he gave a hard thrust, and felt her rip beneath him, letting out a howl like a dog, man and his teenage slut, before he shot his load of hot, sticky cum inside of her, emptying everything, he noticed some started trailing from her ass...


Tired though he was, he still wanted to eat her ass, that tight little ass, he could taste her blood, his cum, and the faint taste of unwiped shit, before beginning to trace his tongue along her ass cheeks instead of licking so deeply, he stopped, watching her tiny body shudder. A slow smile spread across his face as he cleaned her up, after sucking her ass, deep into his mouth.

Two and a half girls! part three

Shard on Teen Stories

I repeat, this is real, and I’m the lucky guy. Please don't act as like the girls are objects, since Roberta is my girlfriend now and I love all three of them.

 

So, I lay there for a while, thinking, wondering about many things. I heard a floorboard creak outside my parent’s room, and I glanced at the clock. 2:00 am. I rolled over, leaving a space for whoever was coming. The door opened, and Roberta came in. I smiled at her

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as she dropped her PJ’s. She slipped into the bed and inched up to me. As she put a hand on either side of my face and kissed me deeply, I completely forgot my plan to tease her back. I reached up with my hand and slid it through her soft hair. I slid my tongue over her teeth, feeling the smoothness and tasting the slight mint from the toothpaste. I slid my other hand along her back, massaging her softly, and came to a rest on her hip.  

 

Roberta, in turn, took one hand off my cheek and somehow managed to wrap her arm around my shoulders, pushing her breasts into my chest. We turned over, leaving me on top, and it took me a lot of effort to keep my 140 pounds off her. She had well toned muscles, since all three of the sisters where on the girl’s soccer team, but I doubted her frame would be able to take my weight.  

 

Roberta curled a leg around my hips, which moved my hand onto her ass, and pushed her pussy against my hard cock. This was my first actual experience of making love. Boy! Was it good! I had no PJ’s on, so my cock was sliding up and down her slit. A slight fuzz of brown on her pussy that I had not noticed before mingled with my thick hair. Just then, Roberta angled her hips and pushed down, slipping my cock hard into her depths. Wondering if she was going to scream, I turned my head away and pushed her head gently against my shoulder. She promptly bit it hard, and my eyes opened wide. She definitely had sharp teeth. I felt something warm drip down out of her pussy and slide down my balls onto the sheet below. I didn’t know it then, but it turns out she was mega virgin, and it was blood that dripped out.  

 

 

Anyway, we lay there for a while, I was unsure of what to do, and so was she. Eventually, She opened her eyes and looked at me, and then slowly started moving. I took that as a cue, and started thrusting in and out, gently.  

 

"God, Chris, you are HUGE!!" Roberta gasped after a while. 

 

"I don't think so," I replied, "I think that I'm your first, and that is what makes me seem huge. By the way, you are really tight!" 

 

Roberta opened her eyes, glanced down, and then met my eyes. 

 

"I don't think so." She said, a smile twisting her lips, "I think that I'm your first, and that is what makes me seem tight"  

 

"You cheek, don't copy me!" I smiled at her, and gave an extra hard thrust to emphasize.  

 

Roberta opened her mouth wide, as in pain, and let soft moans escape, the sounds slowly increasing in pitch. I knew Camilla did not know I was doing her older sisters, so I leant down and kissed Roberta on her mouth to smother the sound. I slowed in the speed of my thrusts, but instead started searching her tunnel. I suddenly hit a rough spot that sent a spasm through Roberta’s body. I knew immediately I had touched her G-spot. I leant forward again and pressed down on it. Immediately I felt Roberta's muscles clench down on my cock like a vice. I grunted and spasmed, not expecting it, and we both had our orgasm at the same time. At this moment Roberta wrenched her head away from me and screamed so loudly I saw stars.  

 

"Oh Shit, Rob, Camilla is going to hear you!" I grunted, my cock still in a vice grip.  

 

Roberta wrapped her legs around my hips, every visible muscle on her body straining against some invisible force. My cock suddenly started straining somehow against the vice grip Roberta had on it and just then, she loosened. My cock jumped forward and buried itself far into her pussy. I felt some kind of tight ring at the tip of my cock, not letting me go fully into her. I still had about an inch out of her, and I had never ventured more than four, five inches into her. Just then, she relaxed a bit more and the ring opened. The head of my cock pushed in on its own accord and the ring closed again around it. Just at that very moment, I felt something magical hit the tip of my cock and shoot through me, making me shiver suddenly. The same happened to Roberta, and I asked her, 

 

"What happened?"  

 

She looked at me, and said, "It felt like a little electric shock that left your cock and shot through me." 

 

 "Funny, same happened to me!" I said. And in that moment, I felt whole.  

 

I suddenly understood that the little ring was nothing more than her cervix. It opened up and I pulled out of Roberta. She gasped as my cock left her, still hard, with an audible pop. She relaxed even more, letting her legs drop to the bed, and she crashed out. Like a light, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.  

 

I chuckled and slid out of the bed, still naked. I tiptoed to Sophie's bedroom. I walked in and found her asleep, so I decided not to wake her. I turned to leave when suddenly Camilla sat up and got out of the bed. She came over to me and led me to my room. She somehow knew that Roberta was in my parent's bed. As she led me, she slipped her thong off and then her top. Even from behind and in the dark, I could see big breasts spread out on her chest, free of the confining blouse- thingy. Getting to my bed, she jumped onto me, wrapping her legs around me and pressing my cock against her flat stomach. I was still struck dumb, and her unexpected weight pulled me over and I fell on top of her onto my bed. I got up onto my hands and looked down on her. The sight made me feel like exploding. I pushed my cock against her virgin lips, which had no hair by the way. I pushed harder, but then I found that... 


 more coming. By the way, be nice when you comment on the story. This is my girlfriend and her sisters we are talking about." 

 

I will be able to post about one story per week, usually on Fridays or Saturdays. This is because I have lots of homework, and time playing rugby. Damn, there is so much more story each day I wonder whether I will be able to catch up!

 

 

The Bachelor Party

Sir James on Forced Stories

THE BACHELOR PARTY

The large mansion stood out on the quiet street in Chevy Chase, Maryland. It sat well back from the road, protected with massive ornate wrought iron fences. It reminded one of those large English estate houses built a hundred years ago in the British countryside. Lights in the leaded windows illuminated the grounds surrounding the house. On this night the large wrought iron gates were open and one could see limousines parading down the driveway. An armed security guard checked each car to make sure only invited guests were allow on the estate grounds.

Yes, it is a festive night. The Master of the house is engaged to be married and this is the evening of his bachelor par

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ty. This is the last bit of his “freedom“. Tomorrow he will fly to a private island in the Cayman Islands for a secretive private wedding. Only the very select will be invited to attend the auspicious mating.

The first limousine disgorged its important passengers at the entrance to the grand house. It is Senator Grant Fartham and his friend Jon Folkes, a British shipping magnate. The next limousine carries Antonio Belousio, reportedly to be a Mafia figure, but claims to be an importer. He is accompanied by his associate, Robert Garrett, and former United States Attorney, but now in private practice. He is the representative of Belousio’s organization in all of it‘s legal matters.

The guests are met at the front door of this, the Vincent Mansion, by the butler, Jenkins. Being the classic English butler, Jenkins welcomed each guest, took their coats and directed them in to the library of this grand estate. Robert Vincent greeted his guests warmly, making them comfortable with drinks and cigars. Jenkins entered the library, and spoke to the assembled guests.

“Gentlemen, we are here to celebrate Master Vincent’s upcoming marriage, and we are here, also, to mourn the loss of his bachelorhood.”

The guests laughed and several remarks were made to the bridegroom about acquiring a “ball and chain”, being a “slave” to a shrew of a wife, and other humorous comments. Everyone was in a festive mood, eager to celebrate their friend’s soon to be nuptials.

“Gentlemen”, Jenkins continued, “if you will adjourn to the dinning room, you will find dinner is served”.

The dinner was sumptuous, the conversation was lively, and the mood was light. Senator Fartham asked, “Alright, Bob, why haven’t we met you new bride-to-be. Your getting married in a few days and none of your friends know the lady. Hell, man, we didn’t even know you wanted to get married.”

Bob Vincent, smiling, replied, “Well, you will meet her soon enough, after we are married. I did not want any of you ravenous bastard hounds trying to take her away from me!”

That brought more laughter. More drinks were served to the honored guests and fresh cigars were lit.

Jenkins appeared again, “Gentlemen, it is time to repair to the library again. The evening’s entertainment is ready.”

The gathered guests rose from the table and moved towards the library, each eagerly curious about what delights were in store for them and the guest of honor. Once in the library, Jenkins asked that each man take a comfortable seat, and enjoy the evening. As the guests were taking their seats, the other door to the library opened, and in walked four exceptionally beautiful women, all nude, wearing only high heel shoes. There were two blondes, a brunette, and one gorgeous Hispanic. Each woman was a real beauty. It seems that Jenkins had learned of each man’s preference in women, and each of the proffered women were picked on that basis. Amid welcomed comments, each naked women went to her assigned guest. Each guest took charge of his woman, obviously looking forward to the possibilities.

“Gentlemen, gentlement”, Jenkins interrupted. “You will find these ladies to be delightful in every way, willing to accommodate your desires and needs. They are yours for the evening, and for that matter, for the night. Enjoy them to the fullest. You have probably noticed, that our guest of honor has no companion. We have saved the best for the last.”

With that, Jenkins went to a closet in the far corner of the library, opened the door, and led a naked woman from this confinement. She was exceptional, as well as delightfully startling. It dawned on the attendees that this special woman had been stowed and confined in this closet during the whole evening. There was an air of excitement about that fact.

This woman was naked, but appropriately decorated. Her body was outstanding. Her 5’4” inch frame was blessed with magnificently large breasts with stood proudly from her chest. Her body was tight, and her belly was flat, which was accented by her well defined narrowed waist. Her “dancer’s” legs were emphasized by the 4 inch black patent leather pumps that she wore. Around her ankles were locked black leather cuffs which could be locked together, making her helpless. The cuffs matched the ones on her wrists, which were locked together, behind her back. A black leather strap was wrapped around her elbows, and pulled tightly, forcing her elbows together in the small of her back. This served to force her magnificent breasts out from her graceful body, making them the center of attraction.

Her costume was completed with a black leather collar buckled tightly around her delicate neck, to which was attached a leash. Jenkins used the leash to lead her into the room. She was gagged with a black leather “penis” gag, held deeply in her mouth with a black leather strap which locked behind her head. Her eyes were covered with a black leather “sleep” mask, effectively blindfolding her. The black leather accessories contrasted and made her peaches and creamy smooth skin even more so. Her long silky raven black hair hung to just below her shoulders. Even though the guests could not fully see her face, it was obvious that she was a rare beauty.

The room fell silent as Jenkins escorted this “slave” woman into the room. She was magnificent and was the attention of every one in the room. The sexual tension in the room was heightened by her presence.

Jenkins announced, “Gentlemen, each of you have in your company a beautiful woman who will cater to your sexual desires and needs. What we have here is a real sex slave. She is a sex slave in every sense of the word. Anything can be done with her. She is here for the express pleasure of our guest of honor, Master of the Manor, Robert Vincent. What ever he desires will be done with her, and to her. For our purposes, we will call her ‘O‘, like the heroine in the book by Pauline Reage, the “Story of ‘O‘”.

There were eager comments, and some applause for Jenkins remarks. Even the proffered women were intrigued by this beautiful masked sex slave. The possibilities were exciting.

“I have inquired of my Master”, Jenkins the butler continued. “He has told me he wants to see this beauty whipped. He has asked me to handle those difficult duties.” This brought some laughter and ribald remarks from the gathered crowd.

“Before I put her to the whip, I will require her to submit to inspection by her Master of the evening and his guests”.

Jenkins led the blindfolded and bound beauty to Bob Vincent and made her stand at attention, with her legs spread, in front of his seated master. Vincent eagerly examined her body. Her breath quickened as he manipulated her breasts and teased her nipples. For good measure, he slapped each breast several times, to watch them jiggle and sway with each blow. His hands moved down to her pussy. Delightfully, he found that her cunt was a caldron of steaming juices. She was aroused and it was obvious. As he rummaged through her pussy, she began to moan from behind her gag and her body swayed with the rhythm of his ministrations. Finally his hands left her cunt, and moved to her tight ass. She was made to turn around, displaying her ass and legs to Vincent. He slapped her ass several time, enjoying see his hand prints on her soft supple skin. He made sure he touched and examined every inch of her smooth warm skin. The bulge in his trousers attested to his approval of this sex slave.

When Bob Vincent was through with his inspection, Jenkins led her around the room to each of his guests. They were free to inspect her at their leisure. Like a prized animal, she was felt, probed, pinched and stroked. By the time each of the guests had inspected her, the slave was very aroused.

Finally, as each guest completed his examination of “O”, Jenkins led her to the middle of the room. With a remote control device in his had, he caused a thin steel cable to extend down from a hidden location in the ceiling of the library. The end of the cable was connected to a small steel ring. Jenkins quickly removed the leather strap from the slave’s elbows, and unlocked her wrist cuffs, only to attach them to the cable mounted ring. With the remote control device his hand, he caused the cable to retract towards the ceiling. He did not stop the cable until “O” was stretched in a standing position, her high heel shod feet just barely touching the floor. If this sex slave was beautiful before, she was stunning now in her stretched out position, available to what anyone wanted to do to her. She moaned softly behind the penis gag.

From an antique cabinet drawer, Jenkins retrieved a multi thronged whip. In some circles the whip would have been called a “flogger”. He presented it to Bob Vincent for his approval. Vincent felt the whip, testing its weight, and then, smiling, handed it back to Jenkins. Meanwhile, around the room, the guest were disrobing, removing their clothing to better enjoy the evening, and the women who had been presented to them. As Jenkins walked over to the bound sex slave, Bob Vincent started to remove his clothing. It only seemed appropriate.

Jenkins was standing in front of “O”, running his hands over her exposed body. He gently ran the flogger whip over her breasts, and down across her ass. He then moved behind her, and taking a deep breath, brought the whip well back, and swung it towards “O’s” helplessly waiting ass. With a sharp smacking sound, the whip announced its arrival and contact with the slaves ass. “O” jerked at the impact. Before she could settle down and adjust, the whip struck again. Quickly Jenkins set up a rhythm. Soon her magnificently creamy ass was showing the reddened signs of the whips striations. “O” was moaning loudly from behind her gag.

Jenkins let his whip hand drop. He walked around “O”, looking at this beautiful woman, and calculating his next move. He stood in front of her, his left hand stroking her breasts. “O” moaned louder, enjoying the stroking of her sensitive breasts, and in anticipation of Jenkins next move.

Jenkins did not leave her in suspense very long. His whip was quick and true. Her left breast was struck, straight on. It jumped, shook delightfully, and swayed back into position. Before the slave could anticipate the next lash, Jenkins struck her right breasts. It shook magnificently. Jenkins continued his onslaught. His next blows were directly across her nipples. “O” was sobbing and trying to avoid the whip, but Jenkins’ whip followed her, raining blow after blow of these beautiful orbs. He stopped only when he was satisfied that they were suitable pink from the ministrations of the whip.

Before “O” could gather her wits, Jenkins whip crashed into her pussy. He moved the whip to her thighs, both front and back, and then back to her cunt. Being blindfolded, she never really knew where the whip would strike next. When Jenkins brought the whipping to a close, “O” was crying and screaming into her gag. Tears were seen flowing from behind the “sleep” mask. “O” had been well whipped. She stood there quivering and shifting from foot to foot, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Jenkins reached he hand out to her pussy. He found it to be soaking wet from “O’s” pussy juices. She moaned from deep in her throat when he inserted his finger into her steaming passage. As Jenkins worked his finger in and out of her scalding cunt, “O” started to move with his rhythm. He increased the presence and frequency and in a matter of a few seconds she was screaming through her gag and cumming as she was violently humping his invading finger. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. She lost contact with the world about her. She only knew that she had a fire in her pussy and her body was consumed by her climax. Her body seemed for freeze, and then she slumped in her bonds as she slowly came down from her climax. She hung here, suspended from the ceiling of this opulent library, a light sheen of perspiration covering her body. Her breasts were still rising and falling to her agitated breathing. She was a magnificent sight. The gathered celebrants were in awe. There was not a soft cock in the room.

Jenkins turned to the gathering and announced, “Gentlemen, if you would like, you make come and examine our slave, and fuck her if you wish. Both her front and rear passages are available. Her gagged mouth is reserved for our guest of honor.”

The bound sex slave was quickly surrounded by eager men with enormous erections. All of then were touching and feeling her body, The senator stepped up to “O”, and with on quick movement pushed his rigid cock into her pussy. The slave moaned deeply at this phallic invasion. She start humping the senator’s cock. The senator finished, and was followed by another, until all had experienced her wonderfully hot pussy. Poor “O” had one climax after another. Had she not been wearing a mouth filling gag, she would have begged them to stop and let her rest. But, this was not the case, and she had to suffer the various invasions and endure the many cums forced on her. At one point, the oil magnate and the mafia don “sandwiched” her, with Folkes fucking her heated pussy while Belousio had his cock working heatedly in her rear passage. A third person was mauling her breasts while she was being double fucked.

Jenkins took “O” down from her suspended bondage, and quickly rebound her hands behind her back, locking her wrist cuffs together, and reinstalling the leather strap around her elbows, forcing them together in the small of the back. He then led her to the large comfortable chair where Robert Vincent sitting. He was naked, slowly stroking his massive cock, watching this sex slave being put through her paces. She was forced to her knees, between Vincent’s open thighs, her face a mere inch or two from his upraised cock.

Jenkins spoke, “Slave, you have been well whipped and raped. Now you will satisfy the Master of the Manor, for that is the reason you were brought here. In front of you is the Master’s cock. I am going to remove your gag, and you are to suck his cock, bringing him to the best cum he has ever had, or you will suffer the consequences. Is that understood?”

The blindfolded and gagged slave nodded her beautiful head, asserting that she understood. Jenkins removed her gag and promptly pushed her head forward until her lips touched Vincent’s cock. “O” opened her mouth to allow her delicate pink tongue to touch the head of the overheated cock. She began to lick it, causing it to throb. After a minute of so of this, she took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue lashed the tip of his cock and she took him deep into her mouth. Working hard at her assigned task, she quickly brought Vincent to a raging climax, shooting scalding cum into her willing throat. She struggled with his issue, and was successful in swallowing all of it. She kept working her tongue on his cock and sucking it as it diminished. When it had receded, she let is slip from her sweet mouth as she rested her tired head on Vincent’s thigh. He stroked her silky hair, and complimented her on her sucking ability and her beauty.

Vincent looked up at Jenkins, and instructed, “Take her, bath her, and take her to my bedroom. I will join you there shortly. Oh, by the by, you are a master with that whip. You are to be rewarded. If you wish, you may fuck this slave when you give her the bath. Her mouth is also available to you.”

Jenkins forced “O” to her feet and lead her away, still wearing her patent leather heels. After he was fully satiated with her, he bathed her, and left her, bound, in his Master’s bedroom and his bed. Her leash had been connected to the bedpost. Her wrists were still locked behind her, and her ankle cuffs were locked together, making her helpless as she awaited Robert Vincent. She would have to wait there, helpless to free herself, wait there for Vincent to come and have his way with her. Her blindfold had been removed, so she would be able to see who would next assault her.

The slave thought about what had happened to her. She has been exhibited to strangers, soundly whipped, repeatedly raped and made to suck the cock of the Bridegroom. She had to admit, that while her body was tender and sore from the abuse she had received, and her cunt passage felt well used, she felt alive and sexually satisfied. It had been a painful, and exciting evening. Her ass and pussy had been thoroughly purged during her bath with Jenkins, and now tingled from the abuse they had received in the library. When it was taking place, the whipping had been dreadful, yet to be bound helplessly and used sexually, with no way to stop what was happening, was very exciting. To be at the sexual whim of another was an excitement all it’s own.

The door to the massive bedroom opened and Robert Vincent walked into the room. He was still naked and his massive cock was rigid, erect straight from his body. It swayed menacingly as he walked to the bed.

He stood there for a moment or two, stroking is rigid cock as he looked down at the beautiful bound woman lying on his bed. She rolled onto her back, pinning her bound arms beneath her. She wanted to display her breasts and body to him. She knew Robert Vincent would like that.

“That’s nice”, he said as Robert Vincent climbed onto the bed. He slid his arm under “O”, and pulled her to his chest. They were lying on their sides, facing each other. His burning cock was between her bound legs, pressing against her pussy. She started to move her body, creating a friction between her cunt and his cock. She closed her eyes as he kissed her as he fondled her abused breasts.

Robert Vincent broke the kiss. She was breathless and aroused. He kissed her again, and whispered, “Slave, I love you.

“Oh God, Robert, my master, I love you too”, she replied.

Calling her by her real name, Robert Vincent asked, “Karen, my slave, how did you like this evening?”

She paused for a moment, “Well, it was really rough, but I knew you wanted me to be handled that way, so I loved it. I have to admit that I am a slave, and the idea of being subject to the sexual whims and torments of other is exciting to me.”

“You know that you were the center of attraction at my party. Every body was in love with you, and want to know who you were.”

“Did you tell them about us”, she quietly questioned.

“No, that is our secret. Eventually, some will know, because I will give you to them again.”

Karen kissed him and replied, “As you wish. I am your slave.”

Vincent smiled, and asked, “Well, now that you know how I would treat you, are you sure you still want to marry me?”

“Omigod! YES, Yes, yes. I want to be your slave, and wife. I love you. I will be what ever you want me to be. I love being you sex slave.”

Robert Vincent reach down and grasped his cock, easing it in to Karen’s steaming cunt. She moaned deeply at this welcome invasion. As he moved his cock in and out of her, he whispered, “Well, get used to what happened tonight. That is the life style you will be living for the rest of your life!”

All Karen could say, with a lust filled voice, was, “Oh, yes sir. Thank you, my Love.”

The End

Seen unaware (sequal to first time seen)

lakshot on Voyeur Stories

I had gotten home erly from work. No big deal. It happens from time to time. And as usual my wife wouldn't be home till late. We'd been fighting. Sex was the subject  or lack there of to be more precise. Her parting shot was..." go get it from somewhere else!"

Quite effective I must say. Hurt real good too. So to come home to a quiet empty house was but a boon for me...really. So first thing I did was raise the three windows in the bedroom. The two on either side of the head board and the other one that faces my neighbor from my first story. By the looks of things no one was home. Nor will they be any time soon. Only people home this early are the unemployed. At least as far as I was concerned.

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en I ran The shower, Took of my sweaty clothes and got on in. No closing of doors or shades. I'm on the second floor. To see me you gotta be really trying. Or at least fortunately positioned. The neighbors behind me were closer then the ones on the side. From my shower I can actually see the reflection of somone's deck, sliding door, double living room window and part of the kitchen window. In the bathroom mirror I thought nothing of it. Can't see in so I guessed they couldn't see out. Nice deck though. I remember thinking to my self at that moment. Always see the fine looking raven haried beauty with a kid at times but, I've never seen hide nor hair of husband or man over there period.

As I showerd I noticed that the double window had the curtains opend and the shade up. As I moved around in the shower totally enjoying the water I turned around and saw in the reflection of the mirror the sexy neighbor. She was sitting there with a book and some sun glasses on. She looked hot. Guess the baby's sleep. I decided to soap up. As I did I studied her body. Pale white skin. Almost glowing in the sunlight. Long dark hair contrasting with her hair. Nice big tits. I know nothing from bra size but sufice it to know. They were more then a hand full. She looked a lot like wonder woman sitting there with that short dress and sleevless shirt on. Her stomach was almost flat as she sat there. And her bare feet...wow long toes not too long...a little bumpy at the joints but not too much. Long and slender but not big old sasquash feet. I could see them pretty well from where I was. And as I concentrated on her feet My cock started to rise. It just sort of uncurled and slowly stood up.

The thing about feet with me is that I like them a lot. Fettish dose not even apply. To me feet rank up there with tits. When I see toe cleavage instant rock hard on. When I see naked feet with long pants ooohhh I could cum.With sandels yum ! wih flip flops Damn! But, the best is to see bare legs straight down to bare feet. I like all kinds hairy or not. Stubby or long. Any color all races. When I go out and about you could spot me. I'll be the one looking down. And walking funny as I try to hide my pole. Show those feet ladies! Snellville and Dekelb counties...I'm out there roaming the parks and malls yum!

I start strokin my dick. It's big thick heavy and hard. There's no give in the thing. I soap it for lubrication. I'm not being easy or trying to make it last. I'm looking at my neighbor and jerking off as she reads her book. I graon a little as I feel the build up in my balls. This is going to be quick. I close my eyes as I begin to cum. "OOOHHHUUUHHH" As I release I open my eyes to see my neighbor with her legs up in her chair her feet in even better display framed against those bare creamy thighs. That little short skirt all the way up and all I see are her little red panties. The little pussy mound and the rest almost disapearing into the crack of her sexy shapely ass. She has her knees to her face and her arms about her calfs holding her book. Funny how she's been faceing me the whole time. Can't tell where she's looking. That thought alone lengthend my orgasmic after shocks a few more seconds.

I linger in the shower a few more moments, cleaning and enjoying the cum high. Not wanting to loose sight of my sexy neighbor I decide to use the door to the halway. Let me explain. I have two door to my bathroom. One opens to my room. The other to the halway that is between my room and my spare room. There is a linen closet there on the wall faceing the staircase up to my loft that overlooks the bedroom. I get out of the tub and think to myself I wonder if she can see me is she even looking ? Then as I get out of the tub I hear her shift in her deck chair. It takes all I've got not to react. My heart starts pounding hard and fast. It feels like It's in my ears. My fingers get real cold as it dawns on me. If I can hear her She can hear me. She heard me cum. My dick Got real hard real fast. I'm suprised my dick done that so soon after what I call a relief of tension cum. It's what I usually do after work. Puts me in a relaxed mood till just about bedtime. When I'll be needing the real thing.

I decide to steal a quick glance in the mirror as I step out and half turn left toward the tub. As if checking for somthing. She has her legs crossed now with one hand holding the book and elbow on the arm rests. The other hand down between her thighs right where her pussy is. Is she touching herself ? My breathing's getting hard to controll. I play it off as a yawn and walk right out into the hallway. Whatever her view was before it just got better I thought. Cause now she is almost perfectly lined up to see straight down my hallway. At that time I had no stomach. A defined chest but not really big. Broad shoulders and a toned a little toward the muscular side body. Six Two 200lbs even. I walk to get a freas towel and go into my room. I usually do this in the bathroom with the door closed or half open. Then the thought hit me...just how long has she been watching me ? Since I moved in and brought this place ? OOOh The hotness of it all. A sexy fine woman on the perv tip with me as her target.

I go to the left side of my bed. It's the side her vantage point is on. I haven't looked out the wndow since walking in. I hear her shift again. It's killing me not to react to every sound she makes. I reach for the remote and turn on the T.V. I fumble with it and drop it purposefully in order to have a reason to turn around an look out of the window. She's standing now. And just as I looked her way she shot her head upward as if that's where she was looking the whole time. I linger on her. Her shades are in her hand and I can see her whole body as she stands. Wonder woman my ass. She's way better to look at and she's real and bare foot too damn.  She moves now to lean against the railing somewhat. I act like I'm toweling off as I three quater the window. This way I can make it look like I'm watching the T.V. while being carefull not to wet the bed too much. With my face not quite in her direction and me acting as normal as I can while I towel my legs one at a time using the bed for support. My cock is dribling and oozing pre cum. I turn my back as I do my torso and arms. I'm in the three quater stance again facing the T.V. As I towel my head I adjust so I can just see then turn slightly and slow like and now I have confirmation. She's staring intently at my eight incher.

I drop the towel and go get the lotion. I use it sometimes but this time it will be but a prop in my show.  I begin to lotion my arms first. But then i realized. There's now way to see her watching me the whole time. Damn ! But in order not to scre her away or break the illusion I'll just have to do without. Besides the knowlegde she's watching has me so hot. How long before I yank one out. I'll just lotion my slef and try and not jump the gun and start yanking...she might think the show was over and go in. I turn my back to her fully now and then I see my ace. My picture hanging cold fish has a pic right there on the wall. A good size too. My on looker is almost plainly sen in the reflection of the glass. Her eyes are on me. She can't tell I can see her in the reflection so she stops hiding and stealing glances. She moves her chair back a little and sits down again. I start on my ass. I lotion it low and deliberate. She licks her lips. I do one cheek then the other. Hell pre cum is just oozing out of my dick. Fells like I need to pee ? Damn It feals like cum. It feels like I might cum right now. I turn to my left now. I slowly do my whole left leg. Stopping at the cructh area. Am I teasing her or my self. My dick just wants to shoot. I put my right leg up on the bed now. Like this with my body three quatered she should be able to see my big ass balls, my very erect cock, my flat stomach and strong looking legs. It's all for her on dispay. I slowly begin to lotion my right leg. Wish I could more often look at her. But as long as she thinks I don't know this can continue. From this position I can glance but not too often. At least that's what i'm thinking. The lotion on the bed between latherings is hard to do now in this position. So without thinking I put the lotion bottle on the nightstand. "WWHHOO HHOO!" I can actually see her fully every time I reach for the bottle. Great! It's still very bright out. It's summer timeish. Kids aint out yet. I begin to apply lotion to my groin area. All around my balls and base of my cock. I turn towards her ever so slightly to give her full view as to what's next. As I reach for the lotion I see her smilling. Dirty like. Like she was stealing and getting away with it. And in fact she was, what a turn on. I begagn slowly lotioning my balls from the base of my shaft up to where my cock juts out from my nut sack.

I reach for more lotion. My cock seems longer then usual, I've never felt the jead of my cock against my belly above my navel before. This time I put the glob in my hands with out rubbing them together. As I do this I steel a glace at her. She's leaning so far foward in her chair it looks like she's going to fall. Her legs are pressed together so hard I can make out the red and white of her thighs like when white people sqeeze their looser skin after too much sun. Her shades are back on, her face is a little darker and her smile is gone. Her elbows are on her knees and the book is open and just hanging there.

She's as hot as I am I find myself thinking.When I put the lotion on my cock I wait a brief moment then I pull back my fore skin with my right hand and hold the lotion there against my cock as the super sensitive part of my cock is revealed. This sensation sends intense shocks into my belly makin be cut my breths. I loose myself in the sensations. Now with both hands I begin the slow caress. This is so hard to do standing. My legs go week as I try to maintain balance and control. jerking off is better laying or sitting. This standing is hard to do when I'm this turned on.

I caress the head while holding the skin back tight like but not too much. I almost black out like that and just deside to jerk normally. I pull a few quick ones and just cum. Explosively. It's everywhere. But the after shocks are so intense i feel like i'm cumming again. I can't even touch myself for a while. My cock goes soft but stays long. The head won't retreat back into the sheath. Did I over do it ? I use the towel to clean up what I can find. I steal another glance out at my neighbor as I clean up. She gets up. There's a darkstain where she was sitting. She turns the cushin over. Her little short dress is wrinkled where she sat and there's the stain. She goes into the house. Me? I stay naked. I'm gonna cum again just on the memory of what just happend. And from now on when I get home. These windows will be opend.

Mt. Rainier

Fyre on Lesbian Stories

Mt. Rainier , by Fyre

The trail twists up the mountain. We hike upward, following the well-marked path. As the path sweeps to the same level as a creek bed, we hit a muddy section, and our boots squelch with the effort of each footstep. We enter a layer of fog--where dewdrops glisten on grasses–then catch a glimpse of the kaleidoscope of color as the sun finally shines down, breaking through the mist. The smell of wet pine hits us with its crispness.

Within the stillness, I catch the chatter of a Douglas squirrel, calling out to scold some annoyance. Higher yet, the sweet, clear whistle of a pika rings out to warn all of our passing. Finally, I stretch my jaw forward, purposely trying to release the pressure of my eardrums as we climb in elevation. The sky

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is as clear-blue as ever.

Once a break is in order, we come to the meadow. It splashes with color where bright orange tufts of Indian Paintbrush rise above the cool, mossy, layer of ground cover. The pink phlox raises faded faces to the sun, gasping for the effort to catch the last few rays of energy needed to nurture the seeds for the next generation. A sparkle of yellow catches my eye as the breeze pushes patches of buttercups into place around patches of stone.

Thirsty, I unscrew the cap from my canteen and take a dose of the tinny canteen water. I feel crisp relief as I swallow, hardly sensing the ooze of water on my chin and the quick swipe of my forearm to erase it. I look at you, and you are no stranger to the whisper of Spring. You look as though you are about to dance. I laugh softly, thinking how wonderful the fresh air tastes. How delicious to be out on the trail this time of year!

You have an uncanny, impish look on your face, as you open your own canteen, and I shriek with surprise, as a dash of cold water hits me, then gushes across my back and down through my shorts. The chill of a wind blows the clean smell of pine along as it sweeps down off the peak, raising goosebumps along my flesh.

You laugh, and throw another unexpected splash of water at me, dousing me good, even as I weave away. In a rush of retaliation, I scramble for my own canteen. A water-fight ensues. I get the worst of it. You smile broadly as you catch sight of my cold-hardened nipples, now visible through my soaked shirt. I spring at you in a tackle. We crumple to the ground, a jumble of giggles and pokes.

You peel my shirt up, and I gasp with the sudden warmth as you swallow my right nipple into your mouth. The warmth of your mouth courses through my body, the left nipple still tight and cold--the contrast is immediate. I feel the ache deep inside of me to have you suckle my breasts, like a nursing child. I want you to bite them softly and urgently, feeling nipples hard against your tongue. We melt together on the soft ground staving off the chill of Spring.

My cut-offs feel cold and clammy between my thighs. Once I have a chance, I twist open the buttons and wriggle free. You slide your hands down my body to my damp panties, and peel them back, kissing me once through my panties. The warmth of your lips against me imprints me like a brand. You slide back up my body, and pull me in tightly. My breasts press fully against yours, still beneath your clothing, willing you to take me away forever.

There in the fold of the meadow, you take off my clothing, piece by piece, memorizing me. Your touch is so soft that it almost tickles, and I am surprised by the care you take to discover me. Then I’m naked, and you lay near me. My body aches to take you in.

Once you’ve stopped writhing against me, your mouth moves into a voiceless "now." I softly kiss your neck below your ear. I press in and feel the wetness from your clothes clammy against my skin. I part my thighs and roll down over your leg. I grind my pussy into your knee and gasp in surprise to feel just how ready I am. With my leg, I push against your crotch,and you raise slightly to receive the pressure.

I kiss my way down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt as I go. I move down over your bra where it fastens in front, and on to your navel. I open your pants. You arch against me, so I can unzip them and keep sliding them off. I unfasten your boots and move them aside. Then I unclip your bra like I am opening a package. I push the bra cups away under your arms. Underneath, you tremble like a leaf in the breeze. Your nipples are hard and tangible. I want to take them into my mouth at once, but instead, I blow softly against them, and watch them rise in anticipation.

I lean forward and take your right breast into my mouth. My hair falls all over your C cup breasts, spreading out. The soft silkiness of my curls all but covers you. Underneath, I move my tongue against your nipple, and suck hard, then stop for a second, giving you a chance to react.

You arch below me. I move a hand to your waist, to the band of your soft, white panties. I sit up to pull them down, slowly. I am so turned on to see the subtle brownness of your hair. I touch a curl tentatively, just to see that it is really there. You push against my finger, almost unaware that you are doing so. I keep sliding your panties off, until you can open your legs.

I fight the urge to simply study you. Your body looks pure, so perfect. You lie between my legs and I just look at you. Your breasts are so pretty, your nipples much darker brown than my own. Your nipples are hard; they stand out further than mine. I start massaging your thighs, and move my hands up to the front part of your hips and then stream my hair over your belly. I could swallow you alive, you know. Then I lean in, and taste that first taste. I thrust my tongue into your folds, and inhale your sweet nectar. You taste gloriously different than I do! I’m almost surprised, but then I realize that this is such a personal observation, and there might be new flavors tomorrow.

I settle in between your legs and start licking at your cunt. I nibble at the insides of your thighs. Next, I thrust my tongue inside your vagina, then lap upwards and lean into your clit. You squirm a bit below me, so I ease off, then dig in, concentrating on your clit. I try to suck a little, lap a little, then start flicking the tip of my tongue left to right across the tip. You sigh. I know I’m hitting something right, so I stay put, until you start to arch and twist. I settle a little lower, and thrust my tongue in and out of your vagina, wishing it was a big dick. Then I lap deeper back, and taste your ass.

After a few minutes, you scramble around and I know you want to taste me too. The ground is chilly, but not too cold. I lay with my back on the ground, the grass smells so new. You straddle my face, facing my toes. I keep mixing it up, lapping at your labia, flicking in and out of your cunt, playing with your clit. Then I slow down, because I’m really liking the way you’re playing with me. You have your mouth in a slight suction against my clit and your fingers are toying with my asshole. Your tongue starts lapping against my clit, like a butterfly fluttering there.

Oh I like the way you eat pussy! I spread my legs open, trying to give you access to whatever you want. I lay there for what feels like hours, at least until you start feeling neglected. You sit up and grind your pussy against my mouth. I open my mouth, and your inner lips slide inside. I lap at your clit. I feel deliciously distracted, you’re all in my face, and lower on my body, my clit’s throbbing where your mouth shows me no mercy.

"Oh shit!" You’ve got your tongue flicking against my clit and I almost can’t stand it! It feels so so good! Too good to believe. "Oooooh, ooh shit! Oh my god!" I writhe and you keep after me, holding my hips and going after my clit with your tongue. I feel the climax start to wash over me, going from the pleasant, comforting buzz in my pussy, to a full spasm of delight. "OH MY GOD!"

You take two fingers and insert them into my vagina. You start stroking me, probing me, your tongue on my clit on the top, your fingers against my G-spot on the other side. "Ooooh! Oh, oh, oh! DAMN!" And I start crying out, "Fuck, fuck, Keep it going, keep it going." Your fingers twitch against my pleasure node. "Fuck that feels so good!"

I keep writhing and twisting and you resume licking my cunt. When the sensation gets a little too intense, you ease off a little, then start milking it back into another spasm, another throbbing intense rhythm that washes through my entire body. "Shit, shit, shit!" I have my eyes closed and my hands clenched into fists. My whole body reels with incredible sensations. I can’t help but curl my toes. Oh my God! You’re such an awesome lover!

You don’t let up. You’ve moved over to my left and have settled in to watch. When the twitching subsides, you put your hand back over my pussy and start working it again, first gently, then as I start to come another time, you press your finger harder and start stroking me persistently, your thumb down against where I pee, drawing the intensity there. Then back to my clit. Then back to my urethra. Then back to the clit. So divine! I’m lost inside my head.

I twitch. You feel my PC muscles tighten and probe against them at the opening of my cunt. "Shit! Oh, oh, oh shit!" Your fingers probe inside. You watch me shudder. "Fuck!"

I can’t help it. I haven’t come like this in years! I feel like I’m your instrument, that your fingers are plucking an orgasm from my sweet pussy in the same way you might coax a symphony out of a violin. In the same way you might paint a masterpiece by mixing three primary colors. My stomach quakes from the exceptional workout you’re giving me.

We play back and forth. I work you up to a frenzy, then you concentrate on me. Then we switch. We lay there up on the mountaintop with the grass blowing and the pine boughs swaying, totally spent. Then reluctantly, we pull our clothes back on and chase down the path, getting to our car just as the sun falls over the horizon, and the sky stains the clouds purple. It's late, after seven, when the night creeps in to take over. We drive home in silence, still holding the exhilaration close.

Romeo and Jennifer, Part 1

garlubbleheister on Celebrity Stories

Location: England

Date: 1355

He closed the space between them and framed her face in his hands, making her aware of his power and strength, and her fragility. His mouth was on hers, hot and hard and demanding.

Jennifer did not pull away, though she knew she should. She was a married woman, married to a man she hated and feared. Romeo’s tongue slid smoothly into her mouth, stroking in and out repeatedly. A wet warmth gathered between her thighs, a forbidden heat. In a moment of clarity, she knew she should stop this before it was too late, but instead she gripped his muscular arms and returned his kiss.

“What did you wish to talk about?” he whispered against her lips.

She clung to him. She could not think. “Romeo.ââ

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His hands left her face and slid down her body, lightly caressing, soothing, coaxing. “What? Tell me.”

“I…we…”

His hands circled around to her buttocks, gripping them, separating them, finding her feminine heat through her clothing. Suddenly light-headed, Jennifer shuddered, wanting him so very badly. His hands on her were arousing, exciting, driving her mad with need. He continued to caress her feminine folds through her clothes, until her knees began to buckle and she realized her will to resist Romeo had fled.

Desperately, Jennifer clung to his shoulders until her breath came in choking gasps and she was trembling like a leaf.

Abruptly he tore his mouth from hers and stared at her, as if trying to read her thoughts. Then he smiled. She exhaled a strangled breath when he gripped her arms and propelled her toward her bedchamber. She stumbled. He swept her into his arms and carried her through the open door. Then he set her on her feet, slammed the door, and turned the key in the lock. He was still smiling as he crowded her backward toward the bed.

The husky timbre of his voice warned her that there was no turning back this time. “’Tis time, sweet Jennifer. I gave you ample warning.”

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating his dark face. His expression was ruthless, and grimly determined, overwhelming in its intensity. Though she had resisted his masculine appeal thus far, she had always known this day would come. It mattered not that she was a married woman. The church did not consider a marriage legal until it was consummated, and Daniel had not bedded her. She had made certain of that.

“Do not think, Jennifer,” Romeo said, as if aware of her thoughts. “This was meant to be. Patience is a virtue that I lack.”

He drew his tunic over his head and tossed it aside. Then he loosened the ties on his hose and his manhood burst free. She stared at him, and the incredible length and hardness of him. She had felt his male part inside her, but had never seen it in the light of day. He was massive. She saw the veins along the sides throbbing and noted a tiny drop of fluid on the tip.

Her cheeks flamed as he pulled off his hose and tossed them beside his tunic. She caught her breath. He was magnificent. Tall, powerfully built, and virile, he was everything she knew he would be, everything she had dreamed about.

Abruptly his hands moved to the neat braids she had plaited that morning and wound around her head. “I want your hair down when I make love to you.”

She nodded and began pulling wooden pins out of her hair. When her braids hung down her back, Romeo began to unravel them, spreading the silken strands out with his fingers until they fell in shimmering chestnut waves down her back.

Romeo drew her hair aside and kissed her nape. “I love your hair,” he murmured huskily. “When you were a child, I thought it was hideous. I must have been blind.”

Jennifer recalled how Romeo had teased her about the color of her hair, calling her Carrot Top and other unseemly names. But she had not cared, for she had loved Romeo then, with the kind of love only a child was capable of giving.

“Take off your clothes.” His voice sounded urgent, raw. “I want you, Jennifer. Now. It will be different this time. There will be no pain. I will take time to please you.”

Jennifer swallowed a smile. Did he not know he had pleased her the first time despite the initial pain? Slowly, watching his expression change from appreciation to fierce need, she began to undress. When she moved too slowly to suit him, he grasped the neckline of her chemise.

“Nay. Patience, my lord. I cannot afford to lose a piece of clothing when I have so few.”

“I will replace it with a dozen others.” Then he tore it in half, tossing the pieces aside with a growl of impatience.

Jennifer quailed beneath his fierce perusal. She might have turned and run had he not gripped her arms and pulled her roughly against him. Breast to breast, hip to hip, his heat scorched her and left her wanting. When she felt his staff throbbing against her, she cried out her own need.

“I cannot wait!” Shocked by her outburst, she turned bright red.

“Ah, sweet Jennifer. How your impatience pleases me. We will go slowly, my lady. I want to learn all your secrets.” Then he bore her backward onto the bed.

Jennifer’s mind ceased functioning. His gaze was pure fire, flaying her everywhere it touched. He cupped her breast. His mouth found her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, hard, wringing a cry from her. Her hands were on his shoulders, his back, his thighs. His touch, his taste, his scent, all combined to bring her the kind of greedy pleasure she had no right to claim. Not with this man, who was neither her betrothed or her husband.

She trembled violently beneath the kisses raining down on her body. His mouth was hot, his tongue hard, firm, every flick sending unspeakable delight surging through her. She felt him sliding lower on her body and feared he would not stop until he reached…

“Romeo!”

He knelt between her outstretched thighs and looked up at her when she screamed his name. His eyes flashed silver and he gave her a dazzling smile. Then he bent his head and stared at her intimate flesh as if it were a feast he could not wait to devour. She nearly lost control as his talented fingertips stroked up her inner thighs to the lips of her sex, spreading them for his pleasure.

Then he kissed her there.

Jennifer could not breathe, could not think. “Please.” She did not know such things were permissible, much less wonderfully arousing.

He hesitated, looking up at her. “Shall I continue?”

“Nay…aye…I know not! ‘Tis sinful.”

“Aye,” Romeo agreed. “Deliciously sinful. Tell me, Jennifer, do you want me to stop?”

She could feel his hot breath against the tender folds of her womanhood and feared she would die if he stopped now. “Nay, do not stop. Take this to the end.”

He lowered his head and slid his tongue over her wet, swollen flesh. She tried to embrace him and realized their fingers were entwined and her hands imprisoned at her sides. His tongue flicked over a place so sensitive it wrung a cry from her. Stunned, she arched violently upward,. He freed her hands and they immediately fell to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. A joyous emotion bubbled up inside her. It was so strong, so powerful it was like a volcano soon to erupt. And then it did.

The Sins of St. Sebastiens - Chapter 7

Tom Slick on Taboo Stories

The afternoon was warm and bright for late summer on the western side of the Canadian Rockies.  Sister Abigale took the opportunity to take a long walk up the valley.  Her duties as the Creative Writing and Speech instructor gave her a few hours each week free, and although she had been at St. Sebastiens for nearly two months, she had yet to make many friends.  Even her chambermate, Sister Luisa, was still something of a mystery to her.  Abigale knew that the Argentine nun was just a visiting instructor for the first half of the school year, but Luisa still seemed to have made more friends.  The Argentine woman was a beauty and was often away on duties outside the grounds with others of the faculty.  Abigale felt forgotten about much of the time.

On this afternoo

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n, Abigale followed a well-travelled trail up the valley, along the creek that fed the river with cold mountain run-off.  She had found the old barn her first week on a walk with Sister Margaret, and after the two women had made love, Abigale had begun to make the journey often to climb into the loft and look out over the beautiful valley.  She brought her Bible with her, and although she seldom read from it, it felt good to her to have it there with her while she reflected on herself and her role in the world.

As she casually hiked around a bend in the trail, Abigale saw two figures far ahead of her.  From their uniforms Abigale knew they were students, a boy and a girl.  She watched as the two ran, hand-in-hand, towards the open door of the old brown barn and enter.  Abigale was disappointed that her destination had already become occupied, and was about to turn around and hike back down the valley.  Instead, she began to wonder why the students had come up the valley, especially when they should have been in classes or at their studies.  This afternoon was not a free one for the students, and Abigale brought herself up and strode purposely towards the barn, ready to act the part of a faculty member of St. Sebastiens.

Joseph and Mingxia had both been students at St. Sebastiens for many years.  He was the 19 year-old son of an American Senator studying to become a priest and missionary.  He wanted nothing more than to travel the world and help the needy children of the poorest nations, and bring to them the word of God.  He was now a novice-priest and had duties outside of the classroom that included driving faculty up and down the mountain in the school's sedan.

Mingxia, called Xia by most of the faculty and her friends, was a 16 year-old asian girl that Father Murphy had rescued from a brothel in Manila when she was only 13.  She had been forced into prostitution after her family had sold her for food money to feed the other children of their family.  She had been their oldest daughter, that she knew, but everything else about her family was lost to her.  She had been drugged often, raped by soldiers, sold as a sex-slave to officials, and turned into a whore by the time Father Murphy had discovered her.  The priest had secreted her away to Canada and she had lived at St. Sebastiens ever since.

Xia had become a model student, but she still had a deep craving for the lustful activities she had left behind.  It was these cravings that Joseph had been helping her with for the last year on a regular basis.  They had climbed up into the loft and from behind the stacked hay bales Joseph pulled out a heavy woolen blanket, which he then lay out near the loft's door.  They would be able to see the magnificent sights of the valley beyond as they gave in to their carnal desires, as well as spot anyone approaching.  This time, however, they failed to notice Sister Abigale's arrival.

Xia was already stripping out of her school uniform blouse to display for Joseph her rounded, dark nippled breasts.  Joseph loved her dark skin and straight black hair.  Xia awakened within him a strong lust for Asian women that he welcomed with a stiffening cock.  Xia's dark brown eyes glistened with her own lust as she then watched the tall, handsome older boy strip away his own uniform.  She had left her blue skirt, white stockings, and black shoes on and dropped to her elbows and knees on the blanket.  She smiled back at Joseph as she presented her naked backside to him, and his lengthening spear.  Although he was only 6 inches when hard, his cock was thick and spread her wide when inside her.  She loved it!

"Come on, Joey," she said in her thick Asian accent.  "Give me your cock.  Fuck me with that big, hard manflesh.  I want you to make me cum!"  She wiggled her butt and pulled her skirt higher up her hips.  She seldom wore underwear, liking to be able to get a hard cock inside her aching pussy without delay reguardless of when or where she was.

Joseph knelt behind the younger girl.  "You slut-whore!" he grinned.  "Get ready to be fucked!"  He took hold of her slim hips with both hands and with a gentle prod of his hips his cockhead poked between the gaping folds of her well-fucked cunt. 

"Oooohh, yes!  Fuck me!" she gasped and leaned back into his grasp as he leaned forward into her.  His cock pushed steadily up the length of her vaginal tunnel, lubricated by the thick juices of her cunt. 

"Uuummm, God yeeessss!" Xia moaned as her pussy began to flutter through the first of her orgasms.  Although she had been fucked for as long as she could remember by men of all types, she never failed to have a mild orgasm as their cocks buried themselves within her body. 

"Oooohhh, yeeesss!  Fuck meee, Joey!  Fuck me good!" she gasped and dropped her head down while rocking her head back to begin meeting his frantic thrusts. 

Joseph enjoyed nothing better than fucking Xia.  His cock seemed to fit so well inside her willing pussy.  It had been nearly a week since he'd had a chance to empty his scrotum inside a hot pussy and when Xia had suggested they take a hike after the noon meal, he was all for it.  He pounded his thick cock into her and drove her nearly flat onto the blanket.

"Fuck mee!  Fuck meee!" she demanded as Joseph's cock pistoned inside her steadily.  "Harder, Joey!  Fuck me harder!  I want to cuuummm!"  Her body trembled and she whailed as another, stronger orgasm made her body quake beneath his weight.  Xia could become a raging whore at these times and images of her immoral past would flood her mind.  So many of the priests and boys of St. Sebastiens have had their lustful way with her willing body in the past, and she knew it was her place in the world to service any and all who would desire her.  She would always be a whore to cock.

Joseph's heavy balls slapped at her sensitive, protruding clit rhythmically and set off yet another series of orgasms that rocked Xia's soul and drove her to fuck back at him ever harder.

"Ooohh, God!" Joseph cried out.  "So good, so goood!"  He moaned as the fire within his balls built and with a sudden gush, he emptied his semen within her spasming cunt. 

"Uuuunngghhh!" he grunted as he shoved his cock to the very bottom of her pussy and held it there as he fired blast after hot blast of cum into her womb.

"Oooohhh, fuuuuuuucck!" she groaned beneath him.  She felt every throb of his cock, as well as every spurt of seed into her body.  So much cum had been deposited within her body, and yet she never failed to enjoy the feelings the hot semen filled her with.  She trembled through yet another orgasm as Joseph's cock spit its last drop into her.

But Joseph wasn't done yet.  He had built up a heavy load of seed over the past week and one fuck would not satisfy him that afternoon.  Xia was of a like mind, as always, and let him roll her onto her back after his cock had slipped from her aching pussy.  Joseph reentered her with a hard thrust that forced much of the creamy mixture of his and her mutual orgasms from her slot, to dribble through valley of her ass.  The wool blanket was soon wet beneath her ass with the sticky mess.

"Come on, Joey, fuck me!  Fuck me again and again!" she cried out as she began to hump her hips upward to meet his downward thrusts.

"Take my cock, you whore!  Yeah, fuck those hips up!  Take that dick!" Joseph grunted as he pummled Xia.  The smacking of their sweaty bodies together, mingled with the demands, grunts, and gasps the two made as they mated with carnal desire, could be easily heard below the loft, by Sister Abigale.

The sounds of intercourse coming from above her in the loft had begun to heat up Abigale's loins.  She knew it was her duty as a faculty member to intercede and report the incident to Sister Eunice and Father Murphy.  St. Sebastiens was a different place, though, and the fulfillment of fleshly desires was almost commonplace among both the faculty and the student body.  She herself had become a member of the Order of Querini-Zaccaria to better understand, and use, her carnal lusts.

Abigale found herself climbing quietly up the wooden ladder to take a voyeur's position behind the bales of hay.  She then watched in silence as the young man whom she knew only in passing furiously slammed his cock in and out of the gaping, drooling, dark hole of the young Asian girl.  Abigale was amazed that the girl could take such a beating and still be begging for more.

Xia's legs flailed about above Joseph's back and her hands dug into his pounding hips as he drove himself on to a second, more powerful, ball draining climax.

"Oooohhh, Gooodd!" he growled as his balls drew up tight.

"Yeesss!  Fuck meeee!  Give me your cuuummmm!" Xia cried out.  "I'm cuummmiiingggg!"

"Aaaaggghhhh!" Joseph groaned as his cock began to spit the seed of creation deep into her womb, refilling her to overflowing with hot semen.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Xia screamed as the heat of his seed sent her orgasm higher.  Her pussy clamped down hard onto her embedded shaft and pulsed around it, milking the juices from him.  Both growled and groaned through the intensity of their mutual climax.

Joseph collapsed atop Xia, exhausted.  Both panted deeply for air from their sexual exhersions.  She held him tightly with her arms and legs and used the muscles within her cunt to massage his softening cock, until at last he slipped from her.  Cum leaked from her gaping slot as Joseph rolled off of her to lay panting beside her on the blanket.

Abigale felt it was time to make her presence known, but she held back when Xia suddenly rolled up to her knees and began to pull her blouse back on.

"I've got to get to class, Joey," she explained.  Xia leaned in and gave him a deep kiss before she got up and dashed off.  Xia didn't see the nun as she quickly dropped down the ladder and ran lightly out of the barn.  Xia was very athletic and a good runner.

On the blanket, Joseph had begun to doze off.  As Sister Abigale stepped from the shadows and approached the teen, she admired his solid body.  He was only six years younger than she was, she knew.  He was breathing gently as she knelt down on the blanket where Xia had been so recently fucked.  The boy's cock lay spent upon his thigh, glistening with both student' cum.  The smell of sex filled Abigale's nose and mesmerized her.  Before she knew what was happening, she had taken Joseph's flaccid member in hand.  The stickiness of the juices sent a craving into her belly and Abigale leaned over to begin licking them up.

The tastes of Joseph's spent cum and Xia's gooy cream were delicious on Abigale's tongue.  She began to lick, and then suck at the young man's cock until it began to harden once again.  This time it was between her lips.  The thick six-inch cock filled her mouth and she began to bob her head up and down the length.  Abigale's slurping became noisy in the quiet loft as her cravings began to drive her on.

Moments later, Joseph awakened under the oral attention upon his manhood.  But it was not Xia's dark-haired head bobbing along the length of his cock, but the habit-hooded head of one of the nuns!

"Oh, God!" Joseph cried out, startled.  "What are you doing?"  He tried to crawl back away from the nun, but her mouth on his cock felt so good, and she seemed to be insistant upon sucking him to full hardness.

Abigale let the young man's cock slip free of her mouth and turned to look at Joseph's handsome face.  He saw her then, and her youth and beauty was startling.  He had seen Sister Abigale around, but had no idea that she could possibly have the carnal cravings some of the other, older nuns had.  He sat up and took her head in his hands, and after gazing into her sparkling brown eyes, he planted his lips to hers.

Joseph tasted the remnants of his and Xia's flavors on the nun's lips and tongue, and it got him eager to fuck once again.  He was, after all, a young and virile man.  Joseph began to pull at Sister Abigale's garments and within minutes he had her naked 34b breasts exposed and cupped in his strong hands.  He leaned forward and began to suck at the tiny pink nipples, and drew moans of lust from the nun.

"Ooohhh, soo nice," she sighed.  He let one nipple free of his mouth and turned his attentions to the other.  "Aaaahhh," she moaned softly.  Joseph squeezed her tit flesh in his hands as he sucked on her nipples.  He twisted the free nub and Abigale gasped at the sharp spike of lustful pain.

Joseph then pushed her onto her back and shoved her robes up to her belly.  Her white panties were soaked and her planted his mouth onto her pubic mound through them.

"Aaaahhh!" Abigale sighed as the boy began to mouth her hot pussy through the fabric.  He pulled the crotch fabric aside a minute later and attacked her aching slit with his tongue.

"Oooohhh, yeeesss!"  she hissed loudly.  His tongue lapped away at her groin and quickly brought her to orgasm.  Her juices squirted into his mouth, surprizing him with the power and volume.  He gulped the warm cream down with loud slurps.

Even before Abigale had begun to come down from the heights of her climax, Joseph freed his gooy mouth from her crotch and climbed atop her.  He grasped his hardened cock and found the nun's slit with the tip.  He looked into her silently pleading eyes as he nudged into her vaginal opening.  He pushed his hips down and was surprized not to feel the wall of a hyman within.

"Ooh, my," he grinned down at her.  "Very nice."  He then rammed his thick cock down into Abigale with a single, violent thrust.

"Oooowww!" she gasped beneath him as her vagina was forced open, wider than she had ever been.  He body trembled and she felt her insides clamp down on him, as if trying to spit his member back out.

"Please, nooo!  Don't hurt me!" she gasped.  "Be gentle, be gentle."  Her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing his thick cock deeper into her.  She pushed her habit robes around his shoulders and begged, "Fuck me, Joseph.  Fuck my body.  Use me as your receptacle.  Fill me with your cock, and your cum."

Joseph began to suck at her tits as he began to rock his hips against hers.  His cock slipped along her tight, clenching tunnel smoothly, drawing gasps from her throat with each thrust.  He moans became long and drawn out as he fucked her with ever more powerful strokes.  He pussy relaxed and caressed his hardness.  They gasped and grunted as their efforts became stronger.

"Give me your cock!  Give me your cum!  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Abigale begged.  "It feels so good inside me.  Fuck me!"  Her body trembled beneath him as wave after wave of climaxes rushed through her.  Her pussy walls clamped down rhythmically and soon succeeded in triggering the boy's own orgasm.

"Aaagghh, I'm cummming!  I'm cummming inside you!" Joseph cried out.  He pushed his cock to the very core of Sister Abigale and held it there as his semen pulsed painfully into her willing body.  Her pussy walls milked him, much as Xia's had done an hour before, and his balls ached as the last of the hot seed drained from them.

Joseph again collapsed, this time atop Sister Abigale.  He panted heavily for a long time until his cock had softened and slipped out of the nun's juicy pussy.  She sighed beneath him at the vacancy and warmth of his cum leaking from her battered cunt.  Abigale slipped into a light slumber beneath Joseph's weight.

When she awoke, Joseph had gone and her habit robes had been straightened up.  She had been asleep for a while, she realized, and quickly got to her feet.  She returned the blanket to its hiding place behind the hay bales then made her way down and out of the barn.  Each step of her walk back to the Abby grounds was accompanied by a sloshing between her legs and a deep, welcome ache inside her loins.

The warriors' Initiation Ceremony

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The warriors were weary to the bone as they made their way up the long hill
to the village. Sweat glistened on their muscular torsos and dust and grime
streaked their handsome faces. At last the battle was won and their
homeland was once more safe.


The women of the village started ululating when they saw their men slowly
making their way home. ‘The gods be praised!’ they cried out as they set
about building a fire to heat water for the men to bathe with. Anxious eyes
scanned the approaching band; mercifully no one was missing.


When the men reached the village the women fell at their feet and burst in
to tears, happy to have their men back again. Jugs of weak wine and water
were brought out and the men dr

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ank deeply to refresh themselves. Then they
lay down their swords and took off their loin cloths and stood there, naked
as the day they were born, and what a sight to behold they were.


To the last man they were fit and strong, the best fighting men for miles
around. One or two of the widows gazed longingly at all that prime male
flesh on display. Large cocks and small jutted out of black pubic hair
that nestled at the base of flat stomachs and between powerful sun bronzed
thighs. The women brought out the hot water and the men washed away the
grime that coated their bodies and eased the aches and pains out of their
muscles. The men laughed and joked as they recounted tales of their epic
battle. They were completely at ease with each other as they washed each
other's back and were totally unconcerned with having spectators as they eased
back their foreskins and cleaned their cock heads.


Later that evening the men were reclined on cushions in the home of the
village elder while the woman fussed about them. The best wine was brought
out and they were offered olives and cheeses while the smell of roasting
lamb filled the air. Everyone was happy and the men soaked up all the
attention. But even happier than the women were the young men in the
village; now that they had seen out nineteen winters they were due to
join the ranks of the warriors.


After the meal was over the women withdrew from the room and the young
men were sent for. The custom of their people demanded that the first
seed that the warriors spend after returning home from battle be not in
their wives, but in the hot firm asses of the young men who were due
to join their ranks.


The young men had spent quite some time preparing themselves for the
occasion. They too had bathed and oiled their bodies. Most had put a
dab of scented oil behind their ears. They had spent the past half
hour speculating which one of the warriors they would catch the eye
of. While the men were at war the young men had been practicing to
be penetrated by easing their fingers up their buttholes. Now they
were ready and they stood in a small circle in the middle of the
room and loosened their tunics and let them fall.


There was a loud wolf whistle as their eager young cocks started to
rise and the warriors drank in their beauty. The warriors got up on
their feet and walked around the circle of young men, inspecting
them closely, now and then tweaking a nipple or cupping a pair
of plump balls.


‘What a fine collection you are.’ Akamas, the warriors’ leader
declared.


The young men blushed, each wondering which one of them would have
the honour of receiving his semen. To receive the jism of such a
handsome, powerful and influential man would surely bring any young
man much good fortune as he set about becoming a warrior himself.


Akamas went around the circle three times before he came and stood in
front of Erki. There was something intriguing about him; his hair was
much lighter than most of the people in the village and it was
rumoured that the man he called father was not his father at all.
Erki had high cheekbones and the sexiest mouth Akamas had seen on a
man. Akamas gazed into his Erki’s deep blue yes and reached down and
took hold of his erect cock and gently pulled on it.


And then Akamas went down on one knee and took Erki’s throbbing cock
into his mouth. There was a collective gasp from the young men; it
was very rare for an older man to do that. Normally the warrior would
be serviced by the younger man who would then lie down and receive the
older man’s cock up his ass, and although it was the older man’s job
to please his young man that was usually done with kisses and cuddles,
not by kissing his cock! The other young initiates were extremely
jealous as the watched Akamas’ mouth bobbing up and down on Erki’s cock.


Akamas got back on his feet and took Erki by the hand.

‘Come and lie down with me.’ he said.

Erki could hardly contain his excitement when Akamas took off his loin
cloth, exposing his large cock that was now fully erect. The two men
embraced and Erki felt faint as Akamas’ lips sought out his own. His
hands stroked down Akamas’ strong smooth back until they came upon
the little patch of hair at the base of his spine. Akamas’ large
hands stroked over Erki’s taut body and onto the firm globes of
his pert little ass. He looked forward to being able to slide
between those sweet cheeks, but knew that tradition demanded that
he pleasure his young man first. This one night of love was meant
to forge a bond that would last the whole of their lives and
would see each look out for the other on the battle field.


The village elder felt a prick of jealousy and a stirring in his
loins as he watched Akamas lay down with Erki and hold him close,
whispering in his ear. Once he had been the older warrior who
had chosen Akamas for his night of man loving. One by one the
other men had paired off, leaving one lucky warrior with two
young men to pleasure.


Erki reached down and wrapped his right hand around Akamas’ big
hairy cock. It felt warm and weighty in his hand. He slowly stroked
his way to the crown and smeared the drop of love juice he found
there over the spear head of Akamas’ love tool. Akamas kissed Erki’s
brow and down his nose onto his lips. Once more Erki received
Akamas’ probing tongue and felt himself drowning in a sea of
pleasure. The older man’s expert hands stroked up and down Erki’s
body as the pair made slow and tender love to each other.


The village elder went from pair to pair, observing the ritual
close up and making sure that none of the warriors took liberties
that they were not entitled to. They had to earn their passage
up their young man’s ass by turning him on so much that he was
desperate to be mounted and receive his warrior’s seed. The
elder’s cock was harder than it had been for a long time and
he had to reach under his tunic from time to time to give it
a little tug. He was no longer sure which group he was more
jealous of, the warriors for being able to penetrate those
tight little butts or the young men for being able to receive
a nice hard cock and to get royally fucked by it. He could
still remember his rite of passage when he had been
penetrated by a ruggedly handsome and hairy warrior who had
proved to be a most gentle and able lover.


Akamas could see that Erki was growing desperate. He was
the first young initiate to be chosen and he had the right
to be the first to be penetrated. But Akamas was not yet
done with teasing his young man. He slid his cock between
Erki’s thighs, just under his balls and gently stroked it
back and forth.


‘Oh, sir! Please! Fill me with your seed.’ Erki begged.

‘The night is still young, my friend.’ Akamas whispered in his
ear as he continued to stroke him.

Erki was almost whimpering in desperation as Akamas reached
down and started to slowly jerk on his rampant cock.

‘Just one more kiss,’ Akamas whispered ‘before I give you a
seeing to that will leave you breathless.’


Erki already felt breathless as once more he surrendered to
Akamas’ kiss. Their hands roamed all over each other, touch
stroking and tugging. It was Akamas who broke off the kiss
to nibble his way down Erki’s smooth chest. Erki’s cock
bobbed about as his lover covered his whole body in kisses,
even sucking on each of his toes. All around them men were
locked in love and little gasps and moans rose on the
still night air.


‘Turn over.’ Akamas told Erki at last.

The young man quickly flipped over onto his stomach. There
was suddenly a heightened air of excitement in the room as
the other pairs took time out to watch Erki receive his lover.
Akamas gave Erki a small cushion to place under his hips,
pushing his pale little bubble butt out into the air.
It was a beautiful ass, one of the most perfect ones that
Akamas had ever seen and he just hoped he could last long
enough to give the young man the kind of pleasure he had
received on his initiation.


Akamas reached down and fondled Erki’s peachy cheeks, making
the young man even more desperate to be taken by this high
status warrior. Erki could see the envy in his age mates’
eyes as they watched Akamas slide a finger between Erki’s
cheeks. Akamas sighed softly as his finger brushed over the
textured folds of Erki’s hole. He stroked it for a couple of
seconds before gently pressing his finger against it, and
felt it yield to his probing finger. The young man was well
prepared; Akamas’ finger slid in with ease and he gently
worked it back and forth in the slippery warmth of Erki’s chute.


At last Erki was ready and Akamas positioned himself over
his lover and rubbed his hard cock between his cheeks,
teasing the young man until he pushed back and ensnared Akamas'
cock head. It slid in very easily after that until it was all the
way in. Akamas lay down on his lover’s back for a few moments,
enjoying the warmth of his ass and watching the other warriors
start to probe their lover’s butts.


Akamas raised himself up once more and slowly withdrew from
Erki’s ass before sliding back into him. He fucked slowly and
tenderly, now and then whispering sweet nothings in his lover’s
ear. From the moment he was first penetrated Erki had felt
nothing but pleasure. That pleasure just seemed to keep on
increasing with each stroke of that big, hard cock deep inside
him. He looked around him and saw his friends all lost in
their own little worlds as they felt the pleasure of being
taken by a man.


The village elder had jerked himself into a frenzy now and
he came and stood over Akamas and let fly his ball juice.
Only a high status man such as he could get away with doing
such a thing to a full grown man, but Akamas didn’t mind.
That spurt of man cream up his back just added to the
excitement he felt. He was close now, so very close and he
had already warned his young lover that he could not last
much longer. As much as Erki wanted their lovemaking to go
on forever he was also desperate to receive that precious
seed that would bond him to the handsome warrior for all time.


Akamas grew very vocal as he approached climax and the other
couples paused to watch him now. His brow was furrowed and he
was sweating profusely as he increased the tempo of his fucking,
driving his big cock faster and faster until the sound of his
fucking filled the room. Erki’s toes were curled as his pleasure
intensified. He could feel his own approaching orgasm as he
rubbed up against the silk covered cushion underneath him.
It seemed to start deep in his ass and spread rapidly and soon
he was crying out in amazement at having blasted off such a
massive load of sperm without even touching himself.


When Erki’s cries filled the room the other men started to
cheer. How skilful that Akamas was, both on the battlefield and
in bed. It was clear that he had given his lover much pleasure
and now it was time for him to take his own. He bellowed like
a gored bull as his protesting cock let loose a volley of
potent warrior spunk that seemed to go on forever. When at
last the last drop of joy juice was drained from his balls
he collapsed onto Erki’s back and fell into a satisfied slumber.


Erki lay there and watched the other men achieve orgasm.
Now, at last, they were truly men. They could take wives
and go into battle in defence of their land. But all that
could wait until tomorrow; right now he was happy to enjoy
the contact of Akamas’ skin along the length of his back
and the feel of Akamas’ big bull balls nestled close
to his well used and happy ass.

Copyright 2006 Daniel Blue

Brandi's Drunk Drive

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 Brandi’s

Drunk Drive

 

 

 

   Around the time of high school graduation my boyfriend and me went to this really cool party. Cool for a couple of reasons. We finally got back at Brandi and Brad, the most perfect couple. They looked great, they were in lots of school clubs, and they had all the coolest friends.

   When I’d see them at parti

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es they’d always do the same stuff. They’d start kissing madly from the first moment you saw them. It didn’t occur to them to stop touching, feeling, and groping each other in places like the kitchen, the bathroom, or the bedroom. They’d bump into you and apologize, then madly lip lock right under your nose—this if you acted like you didn’t see them. They’d get super drunk usually, then one of Brandi’s friends would step in, drive them home or some shit.

    Brandi would be the life of the party. There was this story that she was dared to kiss someone’s sleeping infant son in another room. A friend of mine confirmed that she really followed through on the dare, following her into the kid’s room, waking him up, and tongue-kissing for everybody to see.

 

     Near the last day of school, an acquaintance of mine mentioned another party at the House; we called it—a place 20 minutes drive from town right at the river. Out there we could really cut loose and the cops wouldn’t know because there were no neighbors.

   “Are you guys gonna party at the House?”

   “Why, is there a party tonight?”

   “When is there not one? I can’t remember all of the times, well”, she laughed, “cuz I was probably drunk off my ass the whole time.”

   “no kidding, girl.”

 

   At this party, Brandi and Brad showed up already warm and toasty, and proceeded to drink and drink some more, and were getting real loopy and noisy. I worked with my boyfriend, he’s pretty popular himself, to see if we could get each of them not just drunk, but piss-in –your-pants- standing up drunk!

   First we made sure that they weren’t together in the same room. Brad got into this competition for drinking shots and like we expected, he sat down and didn’t get up for a while.

  Meanwhile we got some girls to dare Brandi to drink an unopened bottle of schnapps, (what she’d tasted before she got to the House who knows) and we got her to drink the whole bottle. They cheered every time she drank more. I loved this—she’s such a bitch now, you can’t talk to her. I decided that tonight I’m going to fuck up her ass…her whole act.

 

   Brandi was already so tipsy that she would teeter toward you and expect you to catch her, Patrick, my boyfriend’s buddy, caught her. And I told him that maybe she wanted to party even harder and that he should turn up more schnapps. So he went looking and left us alone in the kitchen, and then she turned menacing

    “You’re shit, man.” She slurred, waving her index finger at my nose.

   “Excuse me?”

   “You’re trying to fuck with me” her eyes narrowed at me

   “What are you talking about?”

    “You’re behind this cons-shpir-ashy to make me a shithead around campus.”       

   “There’s no conspiracy, Brandi.” I turned to Patrick’s direction, “hey hurry up with that Schnapps!” I yelled.

   Right then Patrick returned waving a bottle, and then her eyes opened into a happy, baby face, forgetting her accusations of me. “Try this, it’s orange-flavored” Brandi crushed up to Patrick, opening her jaw so that most of his mouth could enter hers and they sucked on each others tongues warmly for a few minutes. “Come on you guys, we got a party to start here, remember?” I said.

   “Miss pissy, here…” Patrick mumbled toward me.

  

  

   Meanwhile I checked on Brad’s progress in the den.

   We encouraged Brad to kiss Nicki, this slutty girl there at the party. That went great. I used my dad’s video camera to do close ups of her slopping her tongue inside his mouth. I unbuttoned her jeans and actually took his hand and put in on her crotch.  He got the idea and began sliding his fingers rhythmically over her gap. Soon, both wearing only shirts, their jeans were gathered at the ankles.  Her trimmed pubs showed and his medium sized dick was flopping around.

   Brandi, in another room, was not standing up very well. “What, Brandi’s trying to talk.” Our friend Steve said, “I think Brandi wants to go somewhere.”  “

   “Where?” I played along

  “I think she said, trip. Brandi wants to drive somewhere.”

  “Let’s help her out, huh?” I moved things along.

 

 

There were some older people there who checked in on the sex in the room and liked it. One guy said, “Hope you don’t mind if my husband and I join in, do you?”

“Naw, go ahead they like that, “I acted like a pimp.

  

Both these people started taking off their clothes, arranging Brad and Nicki into different positions and asking me to tape them and show it back. They were a lot of fun.

   I would’ve stayed longer but I heard this large bang, like someone slamming the lid of an empty dumpster. Everyone was outside looking.

   “Oh look Brandi, had an accident” someone said. Her dad’s new, black BMW was aimed into the side of the House; a trashcan was now really skinny, having been smashed. People were running to see. Someone opened the car door and roused her. Brown hair in her eyes, but she wasn’t hurt. “Hi” she said to the first guy there. She turned to kiss him and he rolled sideways onto her lap and pulled her mouth down to his, they were openly probing each other’s mouths ignorant of the world. One guy squeezed onto the drivers side and said, “Hey let me try” 

   This guy took over madly kissing Brandi. The first guy there was sticking his arm down her jeans and rubbing. It looked really hot. The party was starting off great I thought, ‘there was an orgy happening in the den and now sex in a car in front of an audience’.

   I heard some girl behind me say, “shit that’s her dad’s BMW, is he gonna be pissed”

 

 

   The two guys working Brandi from front and back made her body rise out of the drivers’ seat like she was floating.  That must’ve been an orgasm because she made these animal grunting sounds too. The second guy got out and pulled her head out of the car upside down. His pants were already at his ankles so he just forced his erection right into the cheerleader’s throat. Once it got there, he moved it and moved it some more. The other guy was still feeling her up with both hands. One leg of hers climbed over the seat because she couldn’t contain the pleasure any longer.

   “Deeper, bitch” the guy’s blowjob kept getting deeper and more velvety. Brandi looked like a professional porn star.

                                                           

   Now that both boys had cum they started goosing Brandi to drive somewhere in the BMW.

   “Where do you wanna go, Brandi?” Dean, a friend of Patrick’s, asked.

   “To a party” she said timidly

   “Okay, start up your car, then.”

   She sat dazed looking behind the wheel not taking any action, and then finally snapped out of it. “gimme my keys” she whined.

   One guy checked through the window and he motioned to the five or six of us standing around watching. “Look they’re in the ignition, stupid” I yelled at her.

   “Huh?” Brandi looked back at us.

    Dean reached thought the window and twisted the ignition key, that brought the car to humming life. “Okay, girl, Put it in drive, now.”

   Now everyone scattered because of being afraid that she might plow right though us all. Some girls had that gesture going, of hand covering the mouth, a horror reaction to what she might do behind the wheel. She smiled happily at us. The car went into reverse and rolled a short distance before striking a concrete wall that blocks kids from going down to the river edge. At the moment of impact her brown hair did a blow-back and fell into her eyes.

   We started yelling things at her like “no, forward” and got to see her managing small forward directions by fits, as if not sure where the gas pedal was.

  “Why doesn’t someone stop her?” a girl asked.

We all watched as Brandi made it onto the main highway turned right and disappeared. “Man, she’s loose” one guy shouted in mock seriousness. Immediately Patrick ran for his pick up truck, with Dean and another guy following. Two girls ran past me for their cars, and I didn’t want to miss this either. Dean opened the passenger door for me at the last minute, and soon we were following Brandi’s BMW.

 

   She used both lanes, slowed for no reason, and then took off for no reason. Finally we were up to 65 miles per hour, but she’d pull away quickly. “Just keep up,” Dean said to the driver. “No problem, yet.” Patrick answered.

   Headlights from an oncoming car were in the distance and Brandi was using its lane, so all we did was watch. “If she don’t move over, smack!” Dean said clapping his hands for emphasis.

   She slowly edged over back into her lane, but drifted off to the right shoulder, sending dust and rocks back are way to pelt the truck.. For some reason the beemer stayed on the shoulderof the road, but all three of our cars were still going 65, though the BMW was tearing out the dirt of someone’s property. “Doesn’t’ that thing have 4 wheel drive?” someone asked brightly, “yeah, but it’s a tire thing. The road is too high or the tire is too small.” We could all see a wooden mailbox post in the headlight distance, but before we could say anything, Brandi’s car whacked it at high speed, disintegrating it instantly, sending the pieces flying backwards at us. “Ah, fun” someone gasped.

   The beemer made a sharp left turn which put it back on pavement, but now was out of control twisting to the left and right. “Doing donuts at sixty” Dean announced like a sports play by play.

   We lost sight of the pin wheeling beemer owing to the cloud of smoke, but thrilled as the great looking, high performance head lights strobed thru the fog of road dust ahead of us.

   Once we got to the stopped car. Brandi was already on foot. “Didja see, did I hit a dog!” she said with tears forming. She looked the same since we last saw her except for some blood around her bottom lip. When she smiled we could see this was because she was missing two teeth. “Where is it, where’s the dog?” she was nearly hysterical. It was hilarious.

   “Um honey, there is no dog,” Patrick said slowly and flatly.

   “There wasn’t a dog, but you killed a mailbox” I said sarcastically

  “What?” she answered dreamy eyed and began twirling her hair, forgetting about the dog.

   “What sa’, ‘sa box” she stuttered

   I stepped in to shake her angrily but instead she tipped over all by herself and was caught by dean like a trophy.

   “I’m sick” she said with her eyes closed.

Now she waved a finger at me and said, “Now if I barf my guts out tonight I don’t want you telling every somf of a bitch about…” As her eyes rolled back under the lids, and her face lost all muscle tone, she sputtered and dropped to all fours like a sick dog in the dirt. Her back arched. Now came the awful retching sounds and the sound “flop” sound that the orange-colored hurl made after leaving her throat.

   “Good schnapps gone to waste” Dave commented

  Seeing Brandi on all fours helpless and out of it made me want to go around to her front and kick the rest of her teeth out, but that urge left me. Also the guys would’ve stopped me. Dave took advantage of the situation well though. As he seemed to comfort her, he actually had is arm all the way down the back of her jeans well past her panty barrier, His fingers were sampling her cunt juices and using the moisture to insert one or two fingers into her tight butt hole all the way to the knuckle. Feeling perfect cheerleader’s warm meat was fun but he had even better fun. When the spasms of retching started he felt her ass “love his fingers”, he said later, by squeezing them while he rotated his wrist.

  

   “What about the car?” Dean pointed to the BMW.

   “Forget about it” well go back for it tomorrow, or the cop’s will find it. Who cares? Nobody stole it.” Patrick walked back to the truck and we followed dragging Brandi.

    I sat on Dean’s lap for the trip back. Brandi settled in the truck’s seat between Dave and Patrick. They got Brandi even more excited by licking her face, feeling her tits, and gap while she moaned or laughed quietly. Occasionally she’d turn up her face expecting a deep kiss from someone, but that didn’t happen. By this time she was smelling nasty.    

   “Dave got going deeper into her vagina, having his fist  all the way in there.   Brandi wasn’t resisting.  He coached her, “Come on baby, make it with my fist. Cum for me baby.”  This part was getting me hot, and I was feeling myself a little too.

 

   Her lower body rose off the seat, and I heard her unique grunting like a zoo animal

Her mouth was open in a silent scream of incredible pleasure, which caught Patrick’s attention. He motioned to Dave, and they finished a high five. Patrick told him, “Way to go”, like he’d scored a touchdown.

 

   Piling out of the truck back at the party, we could see the place was now overrun with   types from all over; some high school kids  I didn’t know, a couple pervy looking single guys and obviously older (30 years old) couples out for a thrill with some blotto young girl.

   Just to get in the door, Dean had to concoct some wild excuse that we were a medical team going in rescue someone. This must’ve looked weird as we were dragging the victim, Brandi, into the party, but he did sound official enough.

   Bodies were so densely packed that it took time getting to the other rooms. There was the usual stuff of parties, dense air, smoke, noise, but also oblivious couples holding, cumming,  and loving so hard that you could use them as your own personal sex toy, and they’d be none the wiser.

   Eventually we made it to the den where I last videotaped Brad,  Nicki , and that early arriving swinger couple.. By now it was a spent orgy. I could see Brad’s head upside down over a couch with bodies on top of him, and spent limp shapes piled up here and there in the corners snoozing with their pants, skirts, and blouses n bras half on.         There was at least one visible couple, now they didn’t care that the lights were on, doing a sixty-nine on each other, both with their shirts on but nothing else—nothing like someone’s’ hairy asshole in your face for hours, but I guess the booze helps…

   Brad’s body had telltale cum stains on it, his face smeared with someone’s lipstick, and rouge. Man, he was gorgeous. I motioned to Patrick to drag Brandi, herself barely conscious and full of cum stains, blood, and vomit,  to be placed next to Brad. Dean heavy lifted them so their faces were visible to my camera. “Smile, oh can’t you do better than that?” I joked at the sight of them. “Give us a big smile” I put down the camera and hard squeezed Brandi’s face. It was slick with sweat and purfumy from the alcohol.

   “Looky here,  a friend of yours?” I saw this beautiful naked cunt nearby on the same couch, at an angle to the air, now passed out, but perfectly horrendous looking. The vaginal lips were splayed out and swollen. The asshole was red rimmed and so extended open that it looked like a horse eye.. But her rear end was gorgeous; it could have been in penthouse magazine.

   With some of the boy’s help I wrestled this half nude body over brads nose, so it looked like his nose could entire her wide ass hole at any moment.

   I had the video camera running the whole time, but I stepped aside so Patrick could use his digital still camera on them.

   “Say cheese” he joked.

   “I know what to call this one, lovers reunited at last”

    Dean and I both laughed together. I felt finally satisfied.

   

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