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I Love Working in Retail Part 2

puctuf on Teen Stories

So, it was the end of the week, three days since my encounter with the sisters. Every night I went home and debated whether I should call the number on the slip of paper. Finally I had decided to do just that. I mean, what did I have to lose? I guess I just had a hard time believing any of this. Holding the slip of paper in a not so steady hand I punched in the seven digit number, half expecting to get an “out of service” message. Much to my surprise and delight it started ringing!

After six or seven rings I heard a female voice say “Heyyy, this is Kristy’s phone and she’s busy with something. If you wanna leave a message with me I’ll make sure she gets it.” Beeeep! Not knowing exactly what to say I just winged it, saying, “Hey K

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risty, this is Tom from the store the other day. I picked up the slip of paper that you left. Anyways, give me a call whenever. Bye.” With that I hung up and set down the phone and went into the kitchen to make myself a drink.

Just as I sat back down on my couch the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID my heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was the number that I had just called. “Hello?” “Is this Tom?” came the voice from the other end. “I don’t know, is this Kristy?” I answered. “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna call me or if that whole escapade was a wasted trip.” She said with a note of mischief in her voice. “Anyways, I’m going to a club with my sister and some friends later. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” “Hmmm.

Yeah, I think I’d like that. Where are you going?” “Sneaky’s, it’s about the only place that never checks my ID. Plus it’s right down the street from my apartment so I can walk home after.” “Great. I’ll meet you at the bar say… around eleven?” “Works for me. I’ve gotta get going, Got to get ready for tonight. See ya then.” And with a little giggle she was gone. Eleven o’ clock… that left me with about four hours to kill before meeting her. I spent the time as anyone would before a night out, showering and picking out the right clothes. Still finding myself with some time to waste I decided to get the night rolling properly with a couple of hits from the bong.

Killer (that’s my bong’s name) did his magic and soon I was feeling no pain. Before I knew it, it was time to get going. When I got there the line waiting to get in was just starting to form up outside the door. After getting through the metal detectors and the quick frisk by the bouncers I went inside and surveyed the action. I hadn’t been to Sneaky’s in a long time but little had changed in the interim. Big bar in the middle of the main floor, dance floor on a lower level and the VIP room on a raised level beyond the dance floor.

Sidling up to an open spot at the bar I ordered a Molson XXX and started hunting for my girl. It didn’t take long to find her and her sister mingling with some other people at the other end of the bar all of them with drinks in their hands. Waling up to the group I was greeted with some weird looks until Kristy turned around and saw me. “Heyyyyy!!!” she squealed, giving me a big hug right there in front of everyone. “I’m soooo glad you came tonight. We’re gonna have such a good time!” With her arms still around my waste she half turned to face the rest of her crew and started introducing them. “That’s my friend Ellie over there.”

She said pointing to a girl who looked to my eyes to be about sixteen or so with larger than average tits that were about ready to pop out of her too-small tank top. “That’s Stephanie.” Now pointing at a girl that actually looked old enough to get into the club. “And you already know Mandy over there.” Gesturing towards her sister standing behind Ellie. Taking my hand she pulled me towards the dance floor “Let’s dance everyone!” she shouted over the club music. Before I could even finish my beer I found myself on the dance floor surrounded by all of these girls who were totally into each other and, apparently into me as well.

Every direction I turned there was a cute girl there to dance with. I quickly finished my beer and focused on the action unfolding around me. Between the pot I had smoked earlier, the strong beer I had just finished and the flashing lights my head was spinning in three different directions at once, not that it was a bad thing. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ellie and Mandy grinding on each other pretty hard while Stephanie and Kristy both worked me from opposite sides.

Like I said, Stephanie actually looked like she was old enough to get into any club. She was wearing a pair of shiny red vinyl pants that clung to her nicely rounded ass to go with the dark colored (blue or purple) halter top that held her average sized breasts in check with no apparent help from a bra.

Kristy was playing up her youthful appearance with a short (and I mean short) plaid skirt that barely covered her nether-regions. She also had on a see-through white blouse with a lacy black bra underneath that left very little to the imagination. After about ten minutes of dancing I needed to catch my breath and started towards the bar for another drink. Steph and Kristy excused themselves to run off to the bathroom, Mandy and Ellie were nowhere to be seen. Leaning back against the bar and letting my eyes wander over the crowd I wondered why I had stopped coming here, there were sexy girls everywhere.

Sure, some of them were probably underage but I had never let that stop me before. I had just about finished my beer when I saw Kristy walk out of the bathroom heading my way while sticking something into her purse. When she looked up from what she was doing I saw that her eyes were even wilder than before with a strange glassy look to them that reflected the light show from the dance floor.

Walking towards her I had to practically shout, “where’d everyone else go?” Without saying a word she crooked her finger at me and motioned for me to follow her back towards the restroom area, a mischievous little grin playing across her moist lips. Walking through the entrance to the restroom area I saw both guys and girls leaning over a long counter with a matching mirror.

Most of the people were splashing water on their faces or washing their hands after using the toilet but I noticed a small crew off to one side that were leaning over the counter sniffing lines of coke. Among this group I recognized from the rear Mandy and Ellie both of them sniffing hard and rubbing their noses. Mandy had on a pair of painted-on blue jeans that had ridden up in the front and the back showing off both of her cracks. To go with the jeans she had on a backless silver shirt that hung off her breasts and moved like liquid.

Ellie was dressed in a somewhat less flashy manner but still looked damn good. To accompany the tank top that her sizable tits were ready to leave she had on some pinstriped slacks that fit her shape quite well and a pair of open toed stiletto heels that showed off her red painted toenails. “You want some of this?” Mandy asked gesturing at the lines already chopped out on the counter. I considered for a moment and then declined.

I was already feeling just fine from the pot and beer and I didn’t think throwing the coke into the mix would do much else. “More for us then” Mandy said as she leaned over and sniffed up another helping. Ellie helped herself to the last line and straightened up quickly, her huge tits wobbling nicely with the movement. Still, Stephanie was nowhere to be seen. When I asked Kristy about this she just grinned even wider and led me into the ladies section of the bathroom and up to a specific stall.

She pushed the door open and there was Stephanie, sitting on the toilet her pants peeled down to her ankles with one hand rubbing furiously at her pussy while the other hand pinched her nipple through her shirt. Kristy pushed me through the door of the stall and closed it behind me closing me into the cramped space with Stephanie. Looking up from her activities Stephanie reached out and grabbed my now bulging crotch and pulled me towards her. Due to the cramped space of the stall I had to lean over to avoid falling and my face ended up just inches from hers, a situation which she immediately took advantage of by planting a hard kiss on my lips. A little shocked at first, it took a moment before I responded with my tongue pushing into her mouth and my hand finding it’s way to her pussy.

While I would have liked to have used my other hand for fondling her tits I needed to use it for balancing myself against the wall. When the kiss was broken after a couple of moments Stephanie breathily said “I’ve wanted to jump on you since I saw you walk in through the door of the club.” Hell, who was I to deny a lady what she wants? Her one hand was still working hard on her clit while the other was trying to unbutton my pants without much success. Backing off a bit I took matters into my own hands and undid my pants and let them fall to the floor along with my boxers. Getting a close up look at my erect cock Stephanie’s eyes brightened up and she quickly engulfed it in her mouth.

I was taken by surprise a bit and the instant pleasure made my knees buckle a bit before I could regain my balance. Now, I’ve gotten as much head as the next man, and I have to say that this girl definitely had some skills. I could feel her tongue running all over the underside of my cock while she did this weird thing with her lips to massage the top all the while sucking like there was a cure for cancer in there. Especially with my chemically altered state of mind it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow my load down her throat.

She must have sensed my impending explosion because she let my dick fall out of her mouth and started jacking it off with the hand that had been massaging her tit. “I’m gonna cum!” I breathed to her as my hips started thrusting in rhythm with her ministrations. “Yeah baby, blow your load all over my face. I want your come dripping off my chin.” Like I said, who am I to deny a slut what she wants.

So, I blew one of the biggest loads of my life all over her face. The first shot hit her right in the right eye and the second almost went up her nose. The third shot went in her mouth, which she pushed out with her tongue. I had never cum so hard before and the orgasm seemed to last forever, by the time I was finished spurting her face looked like a glazed doughnut. My legs were just about ready to give out so I lifted her off the toilet and sat down in her place.

It was at that point that I noticed Kristy’s feet were still standing outside the stall. A million thoughts raced through my now REALLY spinning head. What If Kristy was pissed about this? Why was she still standing there? Why did I really care? After the last thought had crossed my mind the stall door was opened by Kristy and she looked upon the scene that Steph and I had created. Without hesitation she leaned forward and started to clean off Stephanie’s face with her tongue. Once Kristy had finished scooping up all of my load with her tongue she held her mouth open to show that she was holding it all on her tongue.

Stephanie quickly leaned into her and French kissed her, sucking as much of the cum as possible into her own mouth and then displaying to us both that she had indeed gotten almost all of it before swallowing the whole thing in one big gulp. My cock was beginning to show some renewed signs of life. The girls noticed this and Stephanie got a big grin on her freshly cleaned face.

After a couple of firm strokes with her hand she got me hard again. Straddling me with her back facing me Stephanie impaled herself on my cock in one smooth motion, a moan escaping her lips as I penetrated her. Kristy reached down between us and began massaging my balls while she shoved her tongue down Stephanie’s throat. Stephanie must have wanted to cum badly because there wasn’t the usual build up of speed. She just went to town right away, pounding her ass down into my waiting lap as quickly as she possibly could. Her pussy was just as talented as her mouth, it felt like it was massaging my dick as I drove up to meet her and there was a very nice sucking sensation on the way out, not to mention how wonderfully tight she was. Needless to say between her amazing pussy and Kristy’s working on my nutsack I was ready to blow another load after about five minutes.

This time however I decided that I didn’t want to give her any warning and I just went ahead and shot deep inside her, my cum coating her insides almost as much as I had just finished coating her face. This apparently didn’t bug Stephanie too much since as she felt the first hot streams filling her she let out a low moan and came all over my dick. She didn’t squirt so much as she just gushed out an awful lot of girlcum. All of these juices made squishing noises with every thrust I made until I was just too spent to continue. That’s when Kristy broke off her kiss with Steph and started licking up all the juice she could from the base of my cock and the folds of Stephanie’s pussy. After a moment of respite Stephanie got off of me and started getting herself together, pulling her pants up and straightening her messed up shirt and hair. I just sat there on the toilet feeling drained and unable to move.

After Steph left the stall to fix her makeup in the mirror Kristy looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips. “I’m sorry baby, but I’m way too done to take care of you right this second.” Was about all I could muster the strength to say. “That’s okay, I’ll get what I need from you later.” Then, after a moments pause, she slapped me on the leg “Come on, I wanna dance some more.” She said, and left me in the stall to clean myself up. I wondered what I had gotten myself into when I walked out of the stall to see Mandy and Ellie standing in the hallway outside the bathroom with big grins on their faces…. To be continued

I protect my mom pt 2

steviecom1 on Ethnic Stories

As I pulled out of the driveway,I couldn't believe how sexy I felt and how sexy I looked as I drove to the homeless shelter for my weekly volunteer service.My mind was scanning over these past few days and how I had changed. My son John had told me how all his fights at school had been about me and how all the boys and the old homeless men at the shelter lusted after me and their rude comments

Forum best story for July 2007-----Coffee to the Woods

Jolly1 on Story Awards

Coffee to the Woods
Author’s note: It’s taken a while to get a working idea, but this is what I came up with. You better enjoy it.

It was a stroke of unfathomable luck; how this entire situation occurred. Lying here, thinking about it, I was glad it happened.

I had been sitting in a café, alone, sorting through some bills and debts. It was nothing major, but nonetheless, I had to deal with it. I wasn’t a big spender which was good considering how little money I had. However, I still found the entire ordeal tedious at best and decided a short toilet break would suffice. Thinking, wrongly, t
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hat my seat would be untouched, I left for the restroom.

I let out a low groan as I relieved myself in the stall whilst doing a few calculations in my head. Zipping back my trousers, I washed my hands and aimed to return to my seat. However, when I got there, I found my seat occupied and my papers brushed to the side.

There sat a woman, I’d estimate in her early 40s, quietly but confidently sipping away at her cup of coffee. I cleared my throat to get her attention.

“Something the matter?” She asked flippantly. As if she didn’t know, I muttered mentally.

“That’s my seat. And those were my papers.” I explained, masking the irritation in my voice, barely.

“That’s ok; I won’t bother you.” She said simply. I ground my teeth. I took a seat across her and grabbed my papers and began sorting them again.

“Seems like you’re in a bit of financial problems,” she teased. This time, I wasn’t going to sit back and take it. I’m a man, damn it! I looked up at her and she smiled mischievously. I guess she looked kind of cute but it didn’t change the fact that I was pissed off.

“Look lady, since you’ve taken my seat, you’ve not even apologised. On top of that, you’re just pissing me right off with that attitude. If you weren’t a woman, I’d…I’d” I stumbled there, partly because of what I was going to say next and partly because of my need for air.

“What would you do, young man?” She asked in a mocking serious tone. I stood up and slammed my hand down on the table. There were few others in the café and they seemed dead to the world around them.

“Stop fucking with me, lady! Why are you even here?” I didn’t expect her response though.

“You get so cute when you’re angry.” Thrown off course by that, I was silenced. I sat down again and regrouped my thoughts. Cute, huh? I decided to check her out subtly as she concentrated on drinking her coffee.

She had a nice face, but really big round glasses which detracted from it. Her hair was a startling red and curly, coming past her shoulders. Over the years, she’d put on some weight but I didn’t mind; it kind of suited her. Looking down, she had a busty chest to compliment her curvy body- at least D sized but because of her age, they had sagged. Either that, or she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Below that, she had a bit of a gut too but it was nothing compared to her chest. However, I wasn’t just satisfied with just a top inspection. I decided to ‘drop’ my pen under the table in frustration and huffed when I did. I knelt down and picked it up, catching a good look at her thick legs up to the hem of her skirt.

“See anything you like?” I shot up, hitting my head on the underside of the table. I got out from under the table and glared daggers at her. She was toying with me.

“Don’t give me that look, young man. I understand you must be stressed with your bills. I can help you.” I raised an eyebrow in distrust.

“What are you? One of those loans’ people?” She laughed off my suspicion as if it were nothing. Then she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me close.

“I didn’t mean that kind of relief.” She let me go and winked. She sipped down the last of her coffee before promptly getting up.

“Well, are you coming?” She motioned for me to follow. I don’t know at the time what made me do it, but I quickly bunched up all my papers in my hands and went after her.

Outside, she opened the door to her Red PT cruiser and I took initiative and letting myself in the passenger seat. It was a manual car which was surprising in this day and age but I was soon to find out the true reason for that.

We departed in silence and off into the main road. After some period of awkward silence, she broke the ice.

“So aren’t you curious? What tension I plan to relieve for you?” Many thoughts raced through my head. What was I thinking, allowing myself to be driven off with a stranger? However, she was a shorter woman than I, and looking at her body, I surmised that I was the stronger and quicker of the two, not to mention the power of youth on my side.

“Aren’t you a little scared?” She toyed with me. I grinned and rest my head back.

“Scared of a little old lady like you? Don’t fuck with me. So where are you taking me?” This time, she smirked back at me.

“It’s a secret!” She said in an all too girly voice, in order to taunt me. I didn’t question her anymore, but rather prepared myself for what was to come.

Some time after, we gradually began to leave civilisation as we passed fewer buildings as the road’s surface became rougher.

“Are you scared now?” She continued to taunt. I made a face but gave no reply. She chuckled and resumed driving. We approached a strange fork in the road, which she chose to take the path that led into the forest. Now, I finally began to get worried as we drove up the isolated area. What was she really planning?

Our journey came to end at an enclosing in the forest, where there was a conveniently placed cabin. I made for the door handle to get out of the car due to slight claustrophobia developed from being near this strange woman but found the door locked.

“Not so fast, darling! Let’s have a little fun first in here!” I eyed her suspiciously, my muscles tensed, ready to reach to whatever she would throw at me.

“Let’s play a little game! If you can get the keys off me, then I’ll let you out the car, yes?” She proposed, although I knew I could not decline. In a sense, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. She took the keys out of the ignition and held them up. My open hand lunged at them, but she baited me. She tossed the keys in such a way that they landed on her bust.

“Here for the taking!” But I hesitated. It seemed inappropriate, despite her odd demeanour. “Can’t say I didn’t give you a chance,” she remarked before bouncing her boobs with her hands so that the keys slipped into her cleavage. She slapped her hands against her cheeks in mock shock.

“Oh no! What will you ever do?” She leaned forward now and smiled sinisterly. I leaned back slightly but she grabbed me by the shirt. “There’s only one way, darling.” I pushed her off though. Even if I couldn’t get out, as for some odd reason, this car lacked manual locks, I wished to get far away from this…oddity. I moved myself to the back seats, hoping she wouldn’t follow. Thankfully, she didn’t.

“Ah, you’re no fun. I’ll have to entertain myself then.” With that she started moving towards me, but stopped early on, where she was centred at the front. I gave her an odd expression; why stop at such an inconvenient place?

It soon became clear though; she lifted herself onto her knees, and slipped her hands under the hem of her skirt, pulling down her white panties.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I pointed at her incredulously. She chuckled in response.

“Don’t worry; I’ll wait for you to make the move.” She answered cryptically. I was getting more and more intimidated by this strange woman. Then she positioned the gear stick up her skirt, and I could see it stick out the front. It was then that she started sliding her body up and down the stick, effectively stroking her own pussy with it.

At first, I watched in disgust. But pretty soon, my disgust soon turned to awe, which rapidly became lust, evidence of that seen my own stick.

“Oh dear, it looks like I will have to make the first move.” She remarked in an eerily motherly way. She leaned across to the back of the car, and I edged away a bit, only to be reminded that there was nowhere for me to go.

She found her way to my crotch and deftly unzipped my pants, releasing my hard on; slipping my dick out of my boxers was easy as breathing for her. I did nothing to resist her; the way she touched it sent shivers through my body.

Her fingers wrapped around my member and she cooed softly as she gave a slight pinch to the bulb, causing a short, sharp intake in breath for me.

“Aw, isn’t it cute?” she remarked on my manhood. She slipped her hands past my shaft and placed my balls in the palm of her hands, lifting my dick up to her chin, as if it wasn’t erect enough. She flicked her tongue out, catching the tip ever so slightly before the contact was just as quickly cut off. My body reacted once more in sharp breaths.

She repeated the tongue teasing a few more times, lashing the bulb to great effect. My hands gripped the edge of the seat tighter and tighter in anticipation. I could barely choke out the words.

“What…are you doing?” Though it seemed a silly thing to say, it was all I could garner. She looked up at me, putting on an innocent face.

“I’m going to relieve your pain, silly!” she spoke in the simplest of manners. With that, her lips parted and I felt her warm breath surround the head of my dick. My entire body tensed to the point of discomfort. I felt her tongue grace my skin, but this time the contact was not so brief. Instead, it lazily dragged its way across the end of my dick, before attempting to bore into the opening. The sensation was extravagant.

I looked down at her and her eyes were focused on mine as opposed to what her mouth was on. In them, I could see something strange; almost as if she was looking for approval, but in a subtly mocking way. Then I felt her mouth clamp down on my bulb, squeezing it. Unprepared, I felt some pre-cum escape the tip and felt her tongue react, licking it away as suddenly.

She broke eye contact with me, and locked onto my manhood as she released it from her mouth. She tipped it to the side, exposing the shaft to her lips, which wrapped around it, secreting her warm saliva. Then she pulled out again, and did the exact same on the opposite side of the shaft, to my great pleasure. This technique was repeated several times; slow, long and torturously.

Finally, without warning, she moved her lips up from the shaft to the tip, and planted a kiss on the end of my urethra. Pulling my dick in, she dipped down rapidly, as my entire dick disappeared down her throat, only to resurface seconds later. The tempo changed as she swiftly bobbed her head up and down, her tongue slobbering all over my dick as the sides of her mouth and throat rubbed against my dick. My nails were now digging into the seats of the car, and subconsciously, I had thrust my hips forward so that she may better receive my member.

Naturally, with her expertise in this area, I couldn’t hold out for long. I could feel my balls preparing the fluid for release, the pressure building. But just like that, she changed her style again.

This time, she pulled out completely, a trail of spit and pre-cum oozed between my dick and her mouth, breaking off and slipping down her chin. She allowed it to remain there. Instead, she raised my dick further and lowered her mouth, exposing my balls to them. Twisting her head, her mouth gaping wide open, she accepted my scrotum into her mouth, sucking on it as if it were some delicate fruit. This action was finally too much for me, and I could hold myself no longer.

I felt the first burst blast stream over head, splattering across the back of the seat and her own back. Alerted to this, she raised her head quickly only to be met with another shot right into her glasses. She giggled slightly at this as she grabbed my dick hard, and directed the third shot at her mouth, savouring the taste as it entered. With her free hand, she literally tore off her top, revealing her tight fitting bra; I heard the jangle of the keys hit the floor but my mind was preoccupied. Once again, I spurted some more into her accepting mouth and she swallowed hungrily. Still with her other hand, she managed to unclip her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Before I could continue shooting off, she moved herself forward, and grabbed my dick between her tits, her head tilted downwards. Like a fountain, my dick sprayed upwards, splashing her face as she mustered up what she could into her mouth. However, a lot of it wound up dripping off her face, getting caught onto her tits.

Some time after, my balls ran out of ammunition as my dick fell limp after exhausting its current resources. When she looked up at me, she was a mess of cum and drool. She was hardly recognisable as a 40-something year old woman. She took off her glasses and licked the stains clean off.

“Now, wasn’t that just fun?” She drawled at me condescendingly. I was breathing heavily now, unsure what to say. Instead I just watched her intently. She dabbed her hand on the car floor until the familiar tingle of key was heard. Picking it up, she tossed it at me.

“Now, it’s up to you, boy.” I half-heartedly put on a grimace. In front of me, was a topless woman, whose panties had been slipped down her legs and seemed ready and willing for a fuck. And after that blowjob, my dick wasn’t the only thing that wondered what else she was capable of.

“Well, if you’re just going to sit there like an idiot, I may as well get going.” With that, she snatched the keys off me, and unlocked the car by pressing the button. With that, she purposely crawled over me, opened the back door, and stumbled out clumsily in such a way that her legs remained in the car, as her face pressed against autumn leaves. This gave me an impressive view of her chunky ass and pussy, perched in the air.

She didn’t move from the spot, but only shifted so that her face was comfortable as can be against the leaves. “Enjoying the view up there? It’s yours for the taking, big boy.” She jovially commented. I felt myself become aroused, though my dick still needed time to recover.

I moved myself so that I now lay across the back seat, with my head stopping before her perky posterior. I parted her buttocks slightly, and placed the tip of my tongue onto her ass crack. She reacted slightly by moving backwards slightly, pushing her ass against my tongue. That was all it took to send it into a frenzy of its own.

I stuck my tongue out and fully pressed it against her crack, letting my salivary glands coat her crack. From hereon in, I hastily began slurping up and down her anal crevice and pussy lips like a rabid dog. I could tell that it gathered a positive reaction from the muffled moans I could hear in her awkward direction and her ass perking up further to accept my tongue.

As if by its own accord, my tongue hooked its way into her pussy in one slurp, and I moved lower to get at a better angle to explore. I licked around the edges of it, feeling her wetness mix in with mine, and after some initial inspection, my tongue began going in slowly, poking its way around the walls of her vaginal opening. Soon, my mouth encompassed her clitoris as I sucked in her secretions avidly. They had a slightly acidic taste to them, which only caused further ingestion of them.

Finding renewed strength in her fluids, my hands wrapped around her mid section and I began to pull her up. At the same time, her legs clutched around my neck, and I wrenched her off the ground and her atop of me: she sat on my face, her cheeks split over my mouth as I vigorously downed her nectar. She rode my face gently, allowing greater exposure to my mouth. A few streams of saliva dripped down the sides of my face, as I was immersed into her vagina.

“Oh would you look at that?” I could barely hear her but my ears perked to give better auditory information. “Seems like someone is back to full mast,” she giggled mischievously. I felt her weight shift down and she cooed as her fingers stroked my fully erect manhood.

“Nope! I’ve already sucked you off once! We’ll try something different!” She decided. She pulled herself off my mouth, much to my dismay and took my hand. Leading me out of the car, it finally dawned upon that we were both fully naked in the wilderness. I don’t know at one point we had lost our entire clothing but lost it we had. The only things that could see us were nature.

We stood in front of one another and I took in full view. Her gigantic tits hung low, unsupported by her bra, and her pussy dripped down her thighs. Her legs were as thick as I imagined them. As I pulled her close, my hands felt her chunky peaces of meat that were her ass cheeks; they were also deliciously well-endowed.

I felt her hand traced down my chest, sliding over my stomach to my gorging member. Her other hand glided around my waist and she gripped my ass cheeks. Now she pulled us right up close. I could feel her stomach press around my cock in her hand and her tits against my chest. Our lips met each other for the first time and we could still taste the remnants of each other’s ejaculated fluid as they mixed amongst our spit.

I could feel my knees weaken at such a sumptuous contact and she did too. She allowed us to fall to our knees and moved her hand from my ass cheek to my chest and pushed me onto my back against the leafy ground; her other hand remained on my dick.

She lay atop of me, and we continued playing with each other’s tongues. Meanwhile, her hand gently caressed my shaft. Her other hand clasped with mine and brought it over to her tit and placed it there. Getting the gist of it, I gave it a squeeze to her muffled delight. As such, I began giving periodic tugs at it to please her.

Then, without warning, I felt her advance our escapade. She shifted her position and slipped my dick smoothly into her, due to the juices lubricating entry. I panicked slightly; what if I got her pregnant? We weren’t using any protection. But the panic was duly overcome by lust as I felt the warmth of her body coat my embedded cock.

She began rocking back and forth over me, breaking and reforming our kisses. One hand gripped her breast tightly while my other lay across her back as she swung over me. I could feel her ample bosom rub across my chest.

Just as I was getting accustomed to this closeness, she broke away again, opting to sit on me. This caused an increased penetration as she moaned. Her own hands cupped her tits as she massaged them for me, swaying her hips over my waist. My hands found their way to hips, groping a piece of flesh from her ass. I pulled them apart, and felt her weight shift down further as I was able to permeate her pussy even more.

With my cock fully engulfed within her, I saw her body react. It began jolting and tremors erupted throughout; she shuddered and screamed out in joy. Her hands pushed her tits together, closing the crevice between. Even I felt the transmission as my own hands firmly held her in place. She was having an orgasm. I had managed to give her an orgasm.

After her initial one, she began to furiously ride me, driving my cock deeper into her mercilessly, perhaps in an effort to recreate what she had just experienced. I could feel her entire weight, and she was by no means light, bulldoze me. Nonetheless, I took this thrashing with glee, although this time my hands were on her bouncing boobs, fondling them as she jumped back and forth on my raging hard member.

Her second orgasm coincided with my second ejaculation. I felt the liquid burst out of my cock and once again, her body stiffened, followed by erratic spasms and a shrill of joy. On the other hand, my hips bucked upwards, forcing my cock to remain within her as my cum shot into her. At the same time, my hands had found themselves back on her hips, holding her in position. I could feel it stream down and that only further encouraged me to keep my hips as they were.

As my cock emptied, it deflated. She lifted one leg and got off me. I sighed in exhaustion as she now lay by my side, the leaves under us.

“Feel any better, young man?” She questioned mockingly. I had to admit though; I did feel much better but I didn’t say it. Call it pride if you must stick a label on it. I felt her fingers wrap loosely around my limp dick and begin rubbing my dick in the circumference around it, oozing semen.

“I’m not done with you yet!” She warned. But I wasn’t about to be scared off yet.

“Hey…have you ever done a guy anal?” Ok, maybe I was a little scared.

Author’s Note: As usual, I’ve left it open-ended. And if you’re wondering, yes, it is based off a regular visitor here. Perhaps not as accurate to your personality or body, but hey, I’m still suffering a writer’s block. I have a backlog of ideas and put this to the forefront.

Feeding Gnadma my cum

Slipbra on Taboo Stories

Every time I would go to visit I would steal one of Mom's slips, she had so many and I always went to the bottom of the pile to the ones she doesn't wear that much. My favorite use to be to stand in front of her dresser wearing 3 or more slips jerking off while looking at her lingerie open drawers. I would start to cum and spray my cum all over her open drawer making sure to get every piece of panty, bra and slip that I could.

When I was in my 20s I stayed with my grandmother, she was approaching 70. We were talking in her living room, it was the middle of winter and chilly. She sat in her favorite chair with a blanket covering her and when I asked her if I could turn up the heat she insisted I put a blanket over myself. Good, I thought, here's my chance. I went into her room and

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opened up her slip drawer. I put on 4 long half slips and 2 full slips. I couldn't believe I was gonna do this. I put a huge blanket over me and went and sat in the chair facing her.

I crossed my legs in the chair to make a hollow area above my erect nylon covered cock. I was talking with her and stroking myself under the blanket. I would start to get close and wander off in my conversation and she would ask me if I was OK. I told her I was fine and to keep talking. I wished I had the guts to ask her to jerk my cock till I came but I didn't. I was about to cum, my mind was spinning, I didn't care about anything. She said she was hungry and wanted some of the egg salad she made that morning. I had an idea.

I got up and walked across the room, I looked back and she was watching innocently at me, I raised the back of the blanket to show a little lace and I saw her eyes drop to the showing lace. She didn't say a word. This made me so fucking horny. I went into the kitchen and put a piece of bread on her plate. I jerked my cock openly now until I was about to cum. I lifted up the layers of heavenly silk and aimed my cock at the bread. I shot thick wad after wad of cum all over the bread. Then I added the egg salad and another piece of bread. I got her tea mug and wiped my cum around the rim. I used her silk to rub my swollen cock clean and went to her room to change.

I slowly changed knowing my cum was soaking into the bread of the sandwich I made her. I poured her some tea with my cum still wet around the rim and brought it to her. She started eating, my cock started to grow hard again and halfway through the sandwich she said the mayo must be going off because the sandwich tasted strange. Her eye sight and taste were bad due to her age. I could see my gooey cum on her mug as she brought the cup to her mouth. A tiny string of cum stretched from her mouth to the cup, I had to get up. She ate most of her sandwich and I took the plate and cup from her.

I went into the kitchen for my inspection and opened the remainder of the sandwich. The part where most of my cum dropped was gone. I had my cum in my grandmother's stomach and on her lips. I ran to her room and grabbed one of her bras and wrapped my cock in the cup. Nana has huge boobs and the cup completely covered my cock. I knew she would wear this one the next day so I blew a huge cum wad in it in anticipation.

That is it for now, I can tell you more another time.

Slip

Naughty next door - Linda's trip

steve6060 on Teen Stories

I now know that 15 year old Linda is going to be a student in the Media in London. Ever since the weekend at Easter when I had been used by Sarah and Emma to ‘take’ Linda, she has been up to see Sarah and Emma, and me, a good few times.

This girl was very pleasing on the eye with her red hair and thin tall figure.

Linda is far too sensuous to forgo sex, so when we get together, we find ways to enjoy ourselv

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The last time was a few days ago and Linda phoned and said she needed to come over. Sarah and Emma were away, but schedule permitting, I will never turn down such a request.
I let Linda in and we hugged and kissed, affectionately at first and then passionately. After just a few minutes, I hung up her small jacket and she took off her shoes and we sat down.

She looked at me and said that she needed to talk to me.

“Steve. That day at the hotel was just what I needed. You were great when we fucked.”

“Well” I replied, "It was because they put me into you. Not that I minded.”

“Steve. I wanted them to do it. I wanted them to make you have me.”

I grinned. There was nothing to say.

“But. I don’t want to go on the pill for a few months yet. So we can’t do it anymore.”

I looked at her, and my dismay must have been obvious.

“Well, that way at least” she grinned “at least until I am on the pill.”

“But" she said quielty "Emma has told me the other way, and I want you to do it to me. If you don’t mind!”

“Don’t mind” I replied “With that lovely little bum, I would die to do it.”

“Ok” she said in a matter of fact fashion.

She got up and headed for my bedroom. We both knew why she was there, and we were both anticipating an afternoon of pleasure so there was no false modesty or acting coy.
We stood by the bed, kissing, until Linda unbuttoned my shirt and I turned around so she could remove it. Next, she took hold of the hem of her sweater and pulled it off over her head, letting her smallish but very shapely breasts free. She let me unfasten her pants and pull them off her, and pull down her panties, caressing her ass and smelling her delectable pussy. Linda's pussy was still dry but a dry pussy has its own delightful, musky fragrance, as long as it has not been spoiled by perfumed soaps or cologne or other junk. I enjoyed the aroma and knew I would enjoy it equally after her pussy had got wet with her juices.
With Linda naked, I stood by the bed and she gave my chest a little push. "Sit down, Steve; I want your cock in my mouth." I sat as directed, and Linda unfastened my pants and removed them, my underwear and my socks. With both of us naked, she knelt in front of me and started licking my balls. Since this is something I also enjoy, I scooted forward and leaned back to let her do as she wanted.
What she wanted was just what she had said and Linda licked the underside of my cock all the way to the slit, and then surrounded the head with her mouth. Holding my cock head just within her lips, she licked all around the ridge and the slit and started lowering her head to envelop my shaft. Slowly, Linda lowered her face, taking my cock in all the way, with her tongue caressing what was inside her mouth, until my entire cock was enveloped by her delightful wetness, with her lips at my pubic hair. Always moving slowly, she backed her mouth away from my cock until it left her mouth, and then she smiled around it. "I really like your cock, Steve. It fills my mouth up so nicely. I know you want to eat my pussy, and I really want you to, but you'll have to wait your turn." After this pronouncement, Linda bent back over and again wrapped her lips around my cock and took it as far into her mouth as it would go.
Unhurriedly, Linda drew my cock all the way into her mouth and then backed off until just the tip was between her lips. I could hear her murmuring happily because she really likes my cock in her mouth. I was sighing and moaning from pleasure because I like it in there also. After a long time of kneeling on the floor in front of me and slowly sucking my cock, Linda took it out of her mouth, licked the head again and looked at me, smiling.
"I love sucking your cock, Steve, but lie down on the bed and let me up there beside you. I want to really deep throat you."
With no hesitation, I moved onto the bed until I lay on my back, making sure there was a pillow under my head, and Linda knelt beside me as she wanted. Her knees were beside my right shoulder and if she had wanted to 69, which she didn't, she could have easily moved her leg over and straddled my face. Linda likes this position because my cock fits into her mouth better; I like it for the same reason and because I can fondle her ass while she sucks me off.
As Linda resumed stroking my cock with her mouth I could smell fresh pussy juices and I saw a trickle running down her leg. To prevent the waste of the flavoursome treat, I caught it on my fingers and licked it off. It was delicious, as I had known it would be. I was really enjoying the feel of Linda's lips sucking gently on my cock and her tongue caressing my shaft while it was in her mouth and I was also looking forward to eating her lovely pussy. I expected this to be a great day.
To Linda, it was already a good day because I could still hear her murmuring happily as she sucked my cock and we expected it to be a great day for her too. Linda loves feeling the smooth skin of my cock sliding between her lips and the feel of it against her tongue. Although the best part would be when my cum spurted into her mouth, she would enjoy every second before that happened.
That was going to happen very soon because I could feel my climax building. Although I tried to hold it back because both of us were getting immense pleasure from her mouth sucking my cock in and out, it was almost time for me to cum. "Linda," I told her, "I'm ready to cum." She didn't say anything because her mouth was too busy pleasuring both of us but she did tighten her lips on my shaft and increase the speed of her sucking strokes.
Faster and faster, my cock went in and out of her mouth and it was all I could do to keep from thrusting up.

"I'm cumming," I told her, and seconds later, I ejaculated into her mouth. Linda swallowed, and milked my cock to be sure she had everything she was going to get. When she was sure, she took my cock out of her mouth and licked all around the head.
"That was really good," she told me.
Then it was my turn to be in control because Linda lifted her knee over me and onto the other side of my head so she was straddling my face. I curled my arms around her thighs and started by licking up all her delicious juices that were running from her pussy down her legs. Once I had enjoyed all of them, my mouth went to the source and I sucked the pool of juices from Linda's love hole. These were fresher and even more delightful that what I had licked from her legs. Linda was already cooing happily when I started licking her outer pussy lip.
Usually her outer lip isn't very sensitive but Linda is so sensual that everything between her legs is highly erogenous so I like to take my time and lick and suck and kiss her everywhere and build slowly to a climax. I really enjoy eating Linda's pussy and she really enjoys having me eat her, so we can spend hours with my mouth and her pussy pleasuring each other and consider the time to be well spent. As I slowly licked the outer edge of her outer lip all the way to her mons, I could hear Linda cooing happily, and her cooing grew louder as I licked the other lip back to its origin below her wet love hole. By that time, Linda's pussy was already fucking down into my face.
Her pussy was dripping with all the juices that Linda was producing so I sucked them all out of her and started licking the inner edge of the first outer lip. This time, I slowly licked the area between her outer and inner labia until I reached the point where they are close together. With my tongue, I probed the seam between the two lips and licked both the inner and outer surfaces, spending long periods of time on small areas, licking everything over and over. I revelled in the taste and the feel of her pussy lips, and in the way her pussy was fucking down into my face.
Linda's inner pussy lips meet to form her clit hood, and I licked past that point, caressing her outer pussy lip with my tongue, until I reached the end. Because Linda's pussy was already fucking hard into my face and her cooing had been replaced entirely by moans, I decided to avoid her clit hood for a while. She would cum, of course, several times, but I didn't want her to cum too soon because both of us enjoy all aspects of what we were doing. I brought my tongue back down and, after pleasuring my taste buds with the plentiful pussy juice, I started licking her other pair of labia.
I licked this pair of pussy lips the same as I had the first except when I reached the end of the outer lip, I brought my tongue back to gently caress Linda's clit hood. This indirect stimulation of her sweetest of sweet spots caused her pussy to fuck down into my face even more strongly and produce fresh juices that dripped out onto my chin. It was not yet time for Linda to cum so I did not directly caress her clit with my tongue. That would happen later.
Another feast of fresh juices was available and, after devouring it, I probed my tongue into the bottom edge of her love hole, squeezing more juices out directly into my mouth. Next, I probed the side edges of that precious place, being careful not to put too much pressure anywhere. Because Linda is a virgin, which is why she comes to me when she needs to make love, I am always careful when probing my tongue around her love hole, including the edges. After licking the bottom and side edges, I was ready to start probing the inner surfaces of her inner pussy lips.
Being young, her inner lips are very tight and sometimes I have to pry them apart with my fingers. Ultra-carefully, I Reached around Linda's thighs and pulled her inner lips apart with my fingers. By this time, her pussy was ramming into my face and Linda's moans of pleasure were ending with whimpers. A steady trickle of fragrant juices was running from her love hole onto my face, pleasing my nose, if not my mouth. I knew it was almost time for her to cum.
Very gently, I probed under the tight inner pussy lips. Linda's upper body was thrashing around on the bed and her hips were swivelling above me. "Suck my clit, Steve," she begged me. I'm ready to cum. I knew she was ready to cum also and I gently stroked my tongue against the upper edge of her wet love hole, but only a few thrusts, until I engulfed her clit in my mouth. With my lips forming a seal, I sucked on the adorable love toy, while my tongue caressed the engorged sides and top.
I continued this for several minutes while holding tightly to Linda's thighs. She thrashed around on top of me, swivelling her hips and grinding her pussy into my face. I knew she was cumming and I held tightly and kept sucking and licking her clit. She continued thrashing and grinding until her climax, a sudden spasm that arched her back, squashing her pussy into my face one last time. After her climax, she relaxed on top of me, and I feasted on the gusher of fresh juices in her pussy. They were as delicious as I knew they would be.

“And now” I said “You will find out what Emma meant. Turn over and most importantly relax”
While Linda lay face down, I went to the dresser and got a tube of KY Jelly and left them on the bed next to her. I went to the bathroom and washed some of the leftover pussy juices off my face and licked them off my fingers. Whatever juices were left, I washed off my face and, with a basin of warm water and a face towel, I went back to Linda.
She didn’t know what was to happen next,. I have a dresser with a large mirror in my bedroom and I know that Linda likes to watch us in the mirror, as do I, so I moved it beside the bed so we could both watch. Linda was still lying face down but she had moved close to the edge where she had known the dresser would be. I slid two pillows under her waist to raise her ass to better accommodate me and to make it more pleasurable to both of us. She directed me in placing the mirror and when it was placed so she had the best view, she let me know, smiling lasciviously. I joined her on the bed to resume our mutual pleasuring.
As Linda held her ass cheeks open for me, I carefully washed off her cleft and her lovely, pink rosebud.
Kneeling between Linda's legs and starting at the upper end of her ass cleft, I licked all down the inside of one ass cheek while Linda held herself open. My tongue skirted her pink rosebud because I was saving the best for last. All along her crotch I licked aggressively, relishing the slight saltiness of her dried perspiration and enjoying the soft texture of her flesh. Back up the inside of the other ass cheek went my tongue, again skirting the precious rosebud that was patiently waiting for my attentions, and back up to the top of Linda's ass cleft.
Briefly, I backed away and I could admire her adorable pink rosebud twitching in anticipation of what I was going to be doing next. I was anticipating it also because I really love licking pretty asses like Linda's and I slowly moved my tongue down, digging into the channel of Linda's ass cleft until I reached where the puckering began. My mouth described a circle as I licked all the puckered area with firm jabs of my tongue. After finishing three circuits of Linda's rosebud, licking the entire area repeatedly, I started licking up and down with broad strokes, running my tongue across the hole itself. Linda was murmuring happily at what I was doing. Actually penetrating Linda's ass with my tongue seemed redundant because my cock would soon be doing that much more thoroughly. Even so, I pressed my lips against her pink rosebud and probed my tongue into the edges, moving all around her hole, while Linda's ass writhed in enjoyment under my face. For a long time I continued with my tongue all over Linda's ass, giving and receiving pleasure, until it was time to move on to what we both thought of as the main event of the afternoon.
Thanks to the lovely ass that I had been pleasuring and that was waiting for me to pleasure in another way, my cock was stiff and ready. I greased up Linda's ass. She was already cooing in anticipation of my cock penetrating her and from what my tongue had already done for her. Grinning lewdly, Linda turned to me and said, "Steve. I want your cock in my ass all the way and I want a really good fucking. I've been needing this. But take it easy. Emma says its great."
I was very glad to oblige and I slathered the jelly all over the outside of her sweet rosebud and spread it all over the inside by pushing my finger in to the knuckle and rotating it evenly. "Your finger feels good but I know your cock will feel a lot better," Linda said. "I hope I can cum twice.
"I hope so too, Linda, because the more you cum and the better you cum, the more I enjoy it and the better I cum." As I told her this, my fingers were opening her sphincter and the tip of my cock was just about to enter. Linda's fingers crept deeper into her ass cleft; she pulled her ass open just a little more, and the tip of my cock slid easily in.
"Ohhh my God. That is so different. It hurts a bit but, mmm, it really feels good, Linda murmured. "Put it all the way in me but slowly because I want to feel my ass being stretched." She looked at us in the mirror and added, "I want to watch too."
"Slowly" was the way I put my cock into Linda's ass, so I gave a gentle shove and the first inch slid in easily. Linda cooed happily and urged me to continue. "I love that, Steve. I want my ass to be filled up. I want to feel your balls bumping against my pussy. With another gentle shove my cock was halfway in Linda's ass and she let go of her ass cheeks so she could put her forearms on the mattress to thrust back as I stroked my shaft into her. With two more firm but gentle pushes, my cock was buried all the way in Linda's ass; she was cooing happily and swivelling her hips, giving and receiving even more pleasure.
I knew I would be caressing her clit when she was ready to cum. For leverage, I put my hands on the fronts of her thighs, where I would easily be able to reach any part of her pussy. Slowly, I drew my cock almost all the way out of her, and then thrust it all the way back in. "Oh, my God!" she enthused. "That's wonderful. Fuck me like that, Steve. All the way in. Really give it to me!"
Fucking her like that is what I did, really giving it to her, all the way in and almost all the way out. With the second stroke, Linda started fucking her ass back to meet me, matching my thrusts. Although her ass is tight, she was well lubricated and my cock easily slid in and out. I was upright on my knees and I could look in the mirror and watch my cock going in and out of Linda's ass. She was leaning forward, her weight on her elbows and forearms, with her face turned toward the mirror. Her view wasn't as good but she could still see my cock moving between her cheeks and, even better, could feel it plunging repeatedly, all the way into her ass.
After many strokes, Linda urged me, "Faster, Steve, fuck me faster. I'm ready to cum." I increased my speed and Linda continued to match my strokes into her ass. "Play with my clit. I want to cum." My left hand still held to her thigh and my right hand reached farther and started massaging above her clit and then lower so my fingers were right on the adorable love toy itself.
"Yes! Yes! Like that. Now faster, fuck me faster." Faster it was, as I drove my cock hard, and all the way into Linda's eager ass, my balls slapping against her pussy and my fingers caressing her clit. Although she kept thrusting back to meet my strokes, Linda seemed to have little control over her upper body and she was pitching from side to side in front of me.
This time, Linda announced when she started cumming. "Yes! Oh, my God, I'm cumming. Oh! Oh! Faster! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I continued fucking, as fast as I could, ramming my cock in and out of her ass, feeling my balls bouncing against her pussy at every thrust.
Linda fell forward onto the bed; I landed on top of her with my fingers still massaging her clit. Her upper body thrashed under me and her legs opening and closing while I continued driving my cock in and out of her ass. When she climaxed, her body spasmed and her ass thrust back to meet me, and then she lay quietly, juices running out of her pussy onto my hand. Even though she had climaxed, I continued to slowly fuck her ass.
That was fine with Linda. "That was wonderful, Steve, but keep fucking me. I want to cum again." Lying flat on her front, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks so I would continue doing what we both loved so much. I licked her cum juice off my hand and continued slowly fucking Linda's ass.
When she was ready, I helped her back up to her knees, keeping my cock deeply imbedded in her ass. Once again, Linda was leaning on her elbows and forearms and fucking back to meet my thrusts into her ass. Looking at us again in the mirror, she made a suggestion. "I really loved that, Steve. I love cumming like that and I want to do it again but is there a way I can actually watch your cock going into my ass? What we have is good but it could be better."

"There is but it would be awkward and rather tiring for both of us and the penetration isn't as good."
"Well, I don't like to sacrifice the good way it feels to look at us, but can we try it just for a minute? We can get back to the position we're using after I watch us."
The mirror was to our right and slightly tilted toward us. "We have to sort of fall down onto our left sides," I told Linda. After we had done that, I said, "Okay, now I will roll us over until you're on top." Once that was done, I continued stroking my cock into her ass for a minute.
"You're right; your cock doesn't go into me as deeply as I like this way, and I still can't see us."
"Wait until I hitch around so we face the mirror." With every stroke into Linda's ass, I moved us a little way to our left until we were at a right angle to the mirror, our feet resting on the dresser. Once we were there, I reached down between her legs and spread them. "Okay, sit up and look," I told her.
"My pussy looks so funny from this angle. My ass looks like it's stretched, and I can see your cock going in and out. This is fun, watching, but you're right; the penetration isn't as good, especially since I can't fuck back to meet you the way I like." Linda watched my cock thrusting in and out of her ass for about a minute and then she said, "This is nice but I'd rather get a good fucking than watch one that isn't as good. Let's get back up on our knees."
After some exertion, we were back into position on our knees and I was stroking my cock slowly and deeply into Linda's ass while she thrust back to meet me. "Mmmm," she murmured. "This is better. Now, give it to me, give it to me really good. My ass is really hungry, but you're making her happy now."
For a long time, I fed Linda's hungry ass, making her even happier. When I started, Linda was cooing from the pleasure but this turned to moans and the moans started ending in whimpers. My hands were on her thighs but I moved one over to her pussy and felt the juices trickling from her. I licked some from my fingers, enjoying them immensely, but most of her juices soaked into the sheets, a treat to my nostrils but not to my tongue. My strokes were slow and smooth into Linda's well-lubricated ass because I wanted to hold off from cumming but I could feel my climax building and I knew I couldn't hold it off much longer.
Linda could feel her climax building too and she told me, "I'm getting ready to cum, Steve. This is great; it's going to be a big one. Start fucking me faster."
I complied and Linda fucked back just as fast to meet me, her moans mostly whimpers by that time. "Oh, God, that's good. My ass is in heaven and she's taking me with her. Your cock feels so good. Keep fucking me! Don't stop!"
I had no intention of stopping because Linda's ass felt great to my cock too. She had started swivelling her hips and the different sensations and the greater speed of my thrusts were bringing me closer to cumming. I reached around and put my fingers on her soggy-wet pussy and got them wet before starting to fondle her clit.
"Faster! Fuck me faster. Stick your cock all the way in; it feels so good. Play with my clit! I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!"
I fucked Linda's ass as hard and fast as I could, my balls again slapping against her pussy. While my right hand gently caressed her swollen clit, I held onto her with my right arm and left hand because she seemed to have no control over her body. She no longer fucked back to meet me; her body thrashed erratically as I pounded my cock into her ass. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she babbled, and I did as she wanted until she climaxed, almost knocking me over as she jerked backward.
After her tremendous orgasm, Linda fell forward and I followed her down, still ramming my cock into her ass. Even when she was face down on the bed, I continued until I climaxed, filling her 15 year old ass with my ejaculate. Linda lay on the bed with me on top of her, my weight supported by my elbows and my knees, my cock softening in her ass.
After a few minutes of recovering her strength, Linda turned to me and smiled. "My ass has never felt better, Steve. I've cum three times today and that should hold me until the next time I come over to see you."

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Like Father, Like Son Part 3

Arthursmith on Teen Stories

Like father, Like Son Part 3

The weekend came two days after my encounter with Kimmy and I was looking forward to my blind date with Helen, the friend of my secretary Jane. I’d thought in that time about fucking Kimmy and had to admit that I’d had a bloody good time. In quieter moments I could almost still feel her tight little twat around my cock and hear those cute little squeaks she made when she came. At the same time she was kind of young and if I had to feel bad about something, she was my son’s girlfriend. At the end of the day I had little in common with a 16-year-old, even a supremely horny one like Kimmy and I was looking forward to some more suitable company.

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I hadn’t seen much of Joe lately – at 17 he waned to do his own thing and there certainly had been no sign of Kimmy. I asked him on the Friday what his plans were for the weekend and he mumbled something about seeing friends. I told him I had a date, which he said was "wicked", but that was all I got. There was no sign of him knowing anything about his old man screwing his girlfriend.

On the Saturday night I arrived at a smart wine bar in town at 8.00, 15 minutes before Helen was due to meet me. I was in a Armani suit with open-neck shirt and was frankly a little nervous. The place was not too full and I checked-out the new arrivals as they came in, looking for signs of my date.

She wasn’t tat hard to spot when she did enter, looking around at the faces, trying to find a guy sitting by himself. Our eyes met and I was not at all displeased. She was slightly taller than average, maybe 5 feet 8 inches, with what would have been long chestnut hair tied up, with a well made-up and largely unlined face. She had an expensively tailored trouser suit on, which hid her figure almost completely. She was obviously far from being skinny, from the way her suit fitted her, but on first inspection she looked attractive enough. Her eyes looked warm, if a little apprehensive and we exchanged pleasantries whilst a glass of wine was ordered for he and another beer for me. Looking at her, I had the, sense of her being familiar from somewhere, but I couldn’t place where from.

Fortunately, Helen turned out to be a lively conversationalist and we hit it off quickly, talking about work, being single and family life. She turned out to be a widow, husband killed in a car accident two years ago leaving her with two kids.

"I’m sorry", I said. "It must have been rough for you all."

"It was at the time, but we’re pretty close and we pulled through. They’re old enough to be able to move-on."

"How old?"

"Both girls, one is 18, just gone to university, and the other 16, at home and I try not to worry about either of them! Well, they’re both sensible and I’ve done the best I could. It’s up to them to make their own mistakes. What about you?"

I told her about Joe. My story is a lot more mundane since his mother walked out five years ago. I told her truthfully that I dated more than a little, but had never found the right woman. Another round of drinks came, and as the wine-bar filled up the alcohol loosened us up. I found I could talk to Helen easily and found myself more than a little attracted to her. She was forceful in her opinions and had a ready humour.

As the bar became more crowded the temperature rose and Helen put her face closer to me and said:

"Is it me, or has it become really hot in here?"

"No you’re right, it’s sweltering!"

I slipped my jacket off, placing the jacket behind my chair, noticing from the corner of my eye that Helen did likewise. As she straightened-up I had to struggle not to stare at her blouse as she clearly had the most impressive breasts I had seen for some time, pushing out the fabric of her top in a supremely womanly way. The top three buttons were undone, giving a hint of deep cleavage, but in a very elegant and not at all showy way.

"Eye contact" I shouted internally to myself and we continued to talk about nothing in particular until I checked my watch and realised that our restaurant booking was close. We agreed to leave the stuffy wine-bar and waked out into the cool evening air. Helen, to my surprise and pleasure took my arm and we strolled the minute’s walk to the Italian restaurant I had picked. She left the buttons of her jacket undone and I caught sight of the entrancing swell of her bosom. In the reflection of the shop windows we looked like a old established, and attractive couple.

In the restaurant we ordered some expensive Chianti and the conversation became more curious, personal and flirtatious. I still had that odd sensation of knowing her.

"Helen, have we met somewhere before? It’s just that you seem familiar but I can’t think where from".

"What, you mean that I didn’t stand-out?

Now if that wasn’t flirtation, then I was out of practice. She carried on in the same way:

"So if you’re a builder you must keep pretty fit then?"

"Well, I think I’m in pretty good shape. How about you, do you work-out?"

"I can’t let my girls get all the attention, can I?, so yes, I do cardio at the gym three times a week. "

"Helen, I can’t believe that you go without admirers. You are very beautiful."

"Trouble is, I seem to attract a certain type. You must have noticed." She gazed down at her cleavage briefly, before looking at me with a quizzical smile.

"Oh God, Helen. What can I say, it’s impossible to ignore your, erm, figure, but you are attractive in pretty much every way. Besides, we builders have women make assumptions that we are all muscle and no brain so I seem to attract women who are very superficial."

"Well, that’s not me and you are a very attractive man."

With that she leant over he table and kissed me briefly, but firmly on the lips. I was stunned, surely this didn’t happen on a first date? We finished our meal quickly and ordered a taxi, both of us knowing what would happen next. Before getting in the car we kissed again and she looked intensely at me:

"Look, this isn’t what I usually do, but you seem like a good man and I really want you."

We agreed my place and the taxi had us back in ten minutes, time spent with me fondling her thigh in the back of the cab.

Letting us into my apartment, I closed the door and we kissed passionately. It was too early for Joe to be home from clubbing and I felt no inhibition about what was about to happen. The feel of Helen’s straining bra through her blouse was making me very aroused and I wanted to make love to this classy woman very badly.

In my bedroom Helen kissed me and undid the buttons on my shirt one-by-one finally stripping my shirt off, while I kicked my trousers off. She ran her hands hungrily over my chest before holding me tight and saying:

"Oh God, a real man. Please, it’s been so long and I want to do this badly."

She quickly took off her outer clothes, before lying back on my bed, looking mouth-watering in matching La Perla bra and thong, well-fitting in a deep red with black trim. The cups of her bra held her breasts in securely, but couldn’t hide their impressive dimensions. I reached behind her for the hooks, before gently letting her bra go and revealing her glorious globes. Her skin was tanned lightly, which contrasted wonderfully with the underwear. Her breasts were certainly not those of a 16-year-old and because of sheer size hung a little low. They were capped by huge areolae and firm chunky nipples that I had to get closer to.

I gently leant over her and kissed them. "They are magnificent Helen. Can I ask how big? It’s silly, but just a question on my mind"

"That’s okay. I’m a 38DD if you must know. Now, I think it’s time to show me yours, and I’ll show you mine."

I slipped off my boxers to reveal a semi-aroused cock, whilst Helen slipped off her thong. It was hard to know who was the more astonished as I checked-out a completely shaven pussy and she caught sight of my length, saying "oh my God, it’s true then!"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, Jane told me you had a reputation for being hung and I really wanted to believe it was true. My late husband was blessed and I’ve never found a guy who came anywhere near him."

"How big was he?"

"Eight and a half inches. It’s odd because he was quite a small guy really, but he had this ridiculous prick. I still miss it. Anyway, what about you? What am I about to be treated to?"

"Well, I’m tempted to say why don’t you find out, but since you have asked I’m nine and a quarter inches when fully erect. It’s good to know you aren’t scared of my size".

With that, Helen pushed me onto my back and confidently moved her mouth onto my rapidly expanding shaft. She was extraordinary in her technique, and an experienced cocksucker from the way she took my length in her throat. Her teeth gave the gentlest little grazes on my shaft, before her tongue would swirl around my bell-end, sending me into heaven. She lifted my heavy balls and gently took them in her mouth before releasing them with an expert touch.

What I wanted to do though was get more familiar with her shaven haven. Had she done this just for our date, I wondered or was her twat always in such a state of perfection? I didn’t always like a shaven cunt because unlike the Playboy models, most women did it badly with stubble growing through. Helen’s mound however was smooth as a new-born and clearly freshly done for my benefit.

I gently pushed her body back and swivelled myself around so that Helen got the general idea. She willingly swung a rounded womanly thigh over my head and presented he beautiful pussy for my inspection. Her mound glistened in the low light of the bedside lamp and I took in widespread labia and a deep womanly scent. I couldn’t help but compare the situation to two nights earlier when I fucked Kimmy, with her blonde pubic curls and tight little twat.

I tried some exploratory tonguing of Helen’s slit, releasing her womanly juices and causing her hips to wiggle and her attentions to my cock to increase. If I wanted her to cum with me, I was going to have to work quickly. I held her rounded arse and pushed my tongue into her, licking from her clit to her anus and back again, before plunging into her hot pussy.

She began to buck her hips, indicating that orgasm was close and I felt my balls tightening to jettison their load. In an inspired moment and with my last clear thought before I emptied my first spurt into her mouth, I wet a finger with her juices and gently corkscrewed it into her arse. My hunch that she might be up for this was right, and I was rewarded with a deep "yeee-eesss, oh God, yee-eess", before she plunged down on my cock for one last time and I sent three or four wads of my sperm into the back of her throat. Her arse bucked one last time and she dropped to my side moaning in ecstasy.

We fell apart, panting heavily and looked in awe at each other. This was my kind of woman, with her magnificent breasts heaving on her chest as she recovered her breath. She had a pronounced womanly belly, flaring out to broad hips and strong thighs and I had to fuck her as soon as I had recovered myself.

"That was incredible," she said finally, half sitting up with her big breasts swaying on her chest. "I love your cock".

"Well I love what you were doing to it. You know how to make a man feel good."

"And you know your way around a clitoris. Talking of which…" -and she ran a manicured hand over her neat vagina, "this clitoris needs to get closer to you cock".

With me still lying on my back, she sat up and started gently wanking my cock, with a lascivious look on her face. She straddled me so that I could look at those splendid norks, with her long hair now untied cascading down over her shoulders and over her boobs.

"It’s been a while for me since I did this, I hope I haven’t forgotten how to do it. What about you?"

Shit! Should I act all innocent or tell the truth? For some mad reason I decided to come clean.

"To be honest Helen, if you had asked me that a week ago, the answer would have been that it was many months. But the weirdest thing happened though, because out of the blue Joe’s girlfriend came on to me."

"What! You mean you fucked your son’s girlfriend?"

"Well she was pretty keen and I’m only a guy after all."

She smiled from up above me.

"You are a rogue aren’t you? Did you enjoy it?"

"Well, of course I didn’t hate it. But she was pretty clueless and made me feel a bit old, to be honest."

"Did she enjoy it?"

"I’d like to think that I gave her a good time, yes".

"Well, let’s see what a proper woman can do for you."

With that she took hold of my prick and raising herself up on her thighs, rubbed the head up and down her sopping cunt. It was exquisite and she clearly wanted to be in charge.

"Do you like that, you big cocked bastard?" she grunted.

"God woman, I’m in heaven, for pity’s sake fuck me!"

With a sudden swivel of he hips, she let go of my cock and her warm, wet cunt descended down my shaft and she emitted a soft "aa-aahh" as her pubic bone met mine. Her boobs hung over my face and I lifted each to my mouth in turn, kissing the nipples gently, before taking them into my mouth and sucking them to little points. Her movements were simple but effective as all she did was swivel her hips gently down and over my cock from the base to the tip, so that we could kiss and I had access to her breasts.

"Helen, you’re incredible" I murmured as I ran my hands around her boobs, circling the deep saucers of her areolae and teasing the nipples. I tried to push with my hips in time to her thrusts, but she playfully slapped my chest and said, "I’m in charge mister and that big cock of yours cum’s when I’m ready".

I was about to give some smart reply when there was a commotion from outside the bedroom and I guessed that Joe had returned from clubbing, and judging from the girlish whispering he had Kimmy with him. Helen had stopped for a moment with my cock rammed tight into her cunt, and looked at me quizzically.

"It’s just my son and his girlfriend. Don’t stop or I’ll go crazy."

Her fucking me resumed and she began to make throaty "ooh – yes - uhh" noises and I sensed her drifting off as she concentrated on her impending orgasm. Helen’s pace began to increase and she was bouncing on my cock now, her mighty breasts mimicking the same motion as they swung up and down on her chest unless I held them.

Helen was loosing herself but I became distracted as from Joe’s room I heard the familiar sound to me Of Kimmy’s high-pitched squeaks as Joe fucked her little brains out. Hopefully she had learned something from me and would be getting more out of it than before from my eager puppy son and his big dick.

Helen was breathing heavily as she came on top of me with a full-bodied "Yee-esss, uhhuh- oh God, yessss."

I was more than happy, but wanted to save myself to fuck her the conventional way and my cock stayed rigid in her by now very wet cunt as she slowly came to her senses. Eventually she too heard the sound of the happy teens fucking in the room next to ours and after listening for a minute she asked:

"So do you think he’s as big as his old man is?"

I lied: "I’ve no idea, I haven’t seen his cock since I was bathing him as a little kid."

"Well he’s an energetic young man, isn’t he? Some lucky young lady is having fun tonight with your insatiable offspring."

"Well there’s one guy in here who won’t be happy if he doesn’t cum again."

With that I scooped her up from behind the waist and rolled her over into the missionary position so that I could begin giving her a much-needed seeing-to. I dispensed with any finesse as I filled her slick cunt with deep thrusts from all of my nine and a quarter inches. Helen’s hands roamed over my muscular torso as I fucked her with increasing vigour, feeling my own orgasm building from my balls. Her breasts bounced up to her neck and back down again as I treated her to a fast and furious pounding. Looking down her body I saw the awesome sight of my nine plus inches easily entering her shaved love-hole and re-emerging, shining with her womanly juices. Kimmy had been fun, but by God there was nothing like fucking a horny mature woman.

"Come on you big cock, fuck me hard. Oh it’s been so long" she howled as she built up for another orgasm herself. She squeezed my muscular builders’ butt so hard as we both hit the point of no return, which I thought she would leave bruises.

From outside the room I heard Kimmy’s little voice squeak something incomprehensible as Joe took her to orgasm, his own voice sounding "shit, yes" as I guessed he came. In turn I spurted my cum deep into Helen as she clung to my back one last time and we came in perfect unison:

"Helennn – ah fuck yessss, oh you lovely fuck!"

Helen looked extraordinarily sexy with her fabulous breasts, slightly low admittedly but deeply desirable, now panting on my bed, the results of our copulation dribbling out of her shaven pussy and on to the sheets. I felt like I could have made love to her all night, but for the moment my cock was subsiding as I relished the temporary quiet.

"That was yummy, but I’ve got to pee" she said.

"Okay, it’s down the hall, second door on the left"

She stood up from the bed, her breasts wobbling delightfully down her chest.

"I’ll make a run for it. Your little friends sound asleep now."

With that she left the room with our bedroom door half-open and disappeared into the hall. Almost a split second later, Joe’s bedroom door opened. A second later I heard:

"Oh sorry, -KIMMY!!"

"MUM!!!!!"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Oh shit! I thought and leapt naked out of bed to join them.

 

This was crazy. In the hall was the naked curvy brunette with the rounded butt and glorious tits, shaking in fury while opposite her was the little blonde, one hand at her mouth and the other oddly covering her groin as if she were embarrassed.

"I didn’t know you were here" wailed Kimmy, on the point of tears.

At this point Joe walked out of his bedroom, also naked. His cock was soft but still looked ridiculous on his skinny-kid body.

"I thought you were with your girlfriends!" said an angry Helen, not fucking….."

She tailed off as she cast an eye up-and-down Joe, taking in his shy, baffled face and huge cock, hanging a good third of the way down his thigh.

"Oh my God!" said Helen, turning to me. "You’ve fucked her too. Unless your son’s got any more girlfriends around!"

"What!" exclaimed Joe. "Is that true dad?"

At this point Kimmy burst into tears and retreated back into Joe’s bedroom.

"Young lady", Helen shouted after her retreating daughter. "Get your clothes on. I’m calling a cab in ten minutes!"

"How can she be your daughter?" I said in a confused way. She looks nothing like you?""

"Because she takes after her father you idiot. There’s more to us than just breasts, for heavens sake!". At least I understood where that sense of familiarity with Helen came from.

"But she’s a blonde and you’re a brunette" I said desperately.

"She dyes her hair blonde you idiot, and I’m going grey and dye mine. Now go and put some clothes on, you both look ridiculous."

Joe, I noticed was gazing at Helen’s breasts as they quivered in anger. Even in this state she was quite a sight.

"Oh stop staring both of you" she said. They’re just tits for heavens sake". With that she disappeared into the toilet leaving me with Joe.

"Son, I’m really sorry about this. She came round when you were out a couple of nights ago and jumped on me. I think I’ve blown it for both of us now."

"I don’t know what to say. It’s not like we’re getting married, but I don’t know what to think. At least I know where I got my dick from."

"Yeah, sorry about Kimmy. Maybe it’ll work out, and if it doesn’t then with what you have between your legs it won’t take long to find someone else."

Ten minutes later both Helen and Kimmy were gone, leaving Joe and I in the kitchen drinking tea and feeling sorry for ourselves. At least Joe seemed okay with me, but I thought I’d blown it with the first woman I’d seriously fancied in years because I couldn’t keep my cock under control.

 

Well, that’s it for part 3. I’ve posted this under "teen" for the sake of continuity, but in part 4 you’ll be hearing a lot more of Joe, and what I have to do to get back into Helen’s good-books.

The Rural Life

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The Rural Life..

 

Just as when I turned d 15, the family invested in distribution chain of imported building material from Japan and Europe.

 

My father was posted to a small village town called Hinzada and I had to move with him. There were hardly and brick and mortal homes.

 

The dwellings were mainly timber and bamboo based with corrugated iron roofs. Practically the living environment was c
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ommunal with upto 50 such huts or houses in one cluster and enclosed by fencing to discourage wild animals, which were abound in those days, from entering inside.

 

There was a small lake within the communal living which served as a source of general water supply. Drinking water was extracted from large wells.

 

There were other children in the communal site but no boys of my age. There were a few girls within my age, younger or older.

 

The majority of the community were mainly young married families and some were extended families too.

 

As I had moved in from a city with first class schooling, I was the star of my own school and also in the community where I lived.

 

In the school I obviously excelled and teachers started to assign my classmates to me to help with their lessons and study. It was a mixed sex school and we had both boys and girls in my class.  A couple of my classmates also lived in the same communal area as I did so we walked to and from school together. These girls were just basically plain perhaps because of the rural upbringing and sharing in the housework etc. The only social activity for anyone would either be to go a local cinema or else gather around one or two other people’s houses to listen to the radio broadcast of popular songs.

 

People had their own farm animals which served as a source for fresh dairy supply of eggs, milk and poultry.

 

I spent most of my time with my father at his shop but would be sent home before sunset as there was no street lighting. well there was just one road, the high road and the rest were all dirt streets.

 

I would be taken home by workers of our shop on their bicycles with me riding across on the beam and holding on to the bike handles.  The ride would be bumpy at best and often I had to keep hold of the handles or on the thigh of my escort.

 

Such rides also often led me to discover the cocks of our servants. One, in particular, was always keen to take me home because he would get his erection due to close contact of our bodies and I too would get hold of his cock due to bumpy rides.

 

This guy added to my discovery of sexuality by deliberately pausing whenever we would pass by dogs copulating or donkeys hanging their dicks out. He would tell me what it was or how the dogs would get attached.

 

He then showed me his dick and I was fascinated by it. It was a normal average dick about 6 inch when erect but his was a peculiar shape. His dick’s head was quite small but as it went towards its base it became thicker. His balls were small and he had his pubic hair shaved. He would ask me to hold his dick and took much pleasure out of my rubbing it along. However, he never went beyond that perhaps because he was married.

 

On one such ride home, I asked him about woman and their anatomy... He told me to go to the small lake in our community in the evening and hide in the bush and I will see what I wanted to.

 

Sure enough, women would come to the lake and take bath without any hesitation or worry about their nakedness. I learnt that it was a normal practice for the women to take their bath at that time and men avoided the lake at such time.

 

Hiding in the bush was dangerous because of snakes and scorpions. Besides, the sight was not that clear to behold due to lack of light. However, if I wanted to see naked women I now knew where to come.

 

One of the two girls from my school also took her bath in the lake and I saw her small boobs and scanty patch of pubic hair. That got me excited and I had a hard on which I relieved by jerking off.

 

I picked up the courage to tell the girl that I saw her taking a bath in the lake but she showed neither surprise nor any anger at my comment. It appeared to me that such things did not matter.

 

Coming from school we would pass by the naughty activities of dogs and donkeys and I would point at them and laugh when I would be with the girls. The girls would laugh too but would not make any comments other than saying that they had seen their parent doing it too.

 

So I went to their house one late evening under the pretext of join lesson with the girls whom I had already confided into that I wanted to see their parents doing it. They allowed me to sleep. Later at night I woke up when I heard some sound and was surprised to see the girl’s father fucking their mother openly without any worry that the children were there too.

 

In the light of the burning lamp I could clearly see what was happening. The man was standing and had his wife straddle him wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and they were happily humping away. Obviously she was getting lots of pleasure because she was bobbing up and down his cock and I could see the shaft shining as it went in and out in its thrusts and covered with her lubricant of the pussy.

 

She did had a good shape and her husband bent downward and sucked on her nipples turn by turn making her squeal with delight. I just could not believe my luck but was also frightened that they would see me watching them. So I pretended to be asleep but kept looking. I also nudged the girl sleeping next to me and she opened her eyes and saw what was going on. To my surprise, she just turned over and went back to sleep.

 

The couple soon reached climax and after the husband had released his cum inside his wife his dick slipped out and he gently put his wife down on her bed on the floor of the hut and lied down next to her and went to sleep.

 

I stretched out my hand towards the girl’s boobs and touched it. She did not move. So that emboldened me and I put my hand under her blouse – she did not have a bra – nobody wore bra anyway, and found her small nipples erect. I rubbed my palm all over both of her tits and played with her nipples but did not had the courage to do anything more for fear of either being found out by her parents or the girl herself getting upset.

 

 

There will be more to follow:

 

Contact me if you wish to discuss.

 

Mangalwal1@yahoo.co.uk

 

 

 

My Friends Mom

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I HAVE HAD THE HOTS FOR MY FRIENDS MOM SINCE I CANT REMEMBER.  HER NAME WAS MRS. ANDERSON AND SHE WAS DRIVING ME HOME FROM HER HOUSE. SHE WAS WEARING A HOT PINK TANK-TOP WITH DD36 BREAST BOUNCING EVREYTIME WE HIT A BUMP IN THE ROAD.  AND A BRIGHT  YELLOW SHORT SKIRT THAT LOOKED VERY SEXY.  SHE SAID,"YOUR PARENTS ARENT EXPECTING YOU FOR ANOTHER HOUR IN A HALF. HOW ABOUT WE GO EAT SOMETHING?"  I SAID OKAY NOT REALY SURE WHAT I WAS GOING TO BE EATING WHEN SHE PULLS UP INTO A MOTEL AND SAYS,"I HEARD THEY HAVE GOOD FOOD HERE SO LETS CHECK IN AND FIND OUT. I SAID SURE JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE FLOW.AS WE WALKED UP THE STAIRS TO THE ROOM(HER BIG TITS BOUNCING TO WHOLE WAY)WE APROACHED OUR ROOM. AS SOON AS I WA

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LKED IN SHE STRIPPED HER CLOTHES OFF AND MY 8INCHER GOT INSTANTLY HARD.  I ASKED WHAT GOING ON AND SHE SAID,"YOU WILL SEE." SO I WENT AND KISSED HER MY TOUNGE PEIRCING INTO HERS. AS MY LEFT HAND PULLING MY JEANS AND MY BOXERS DOWN AND I STICK MY MANHOOD IN HER PUSSY. SHE SCREAMED OH GOD RYAN STICK IT IN ME HARD MAKE MY FUCKING PUZZY CUM. I STUCK IT IN I A FAST AND HARD RYTHEM LIKE LIGHTING IT WAS SO FAST AND ALL OF THE SUDDUN SHE AND I CUMMED AT THE SAME TIME. I PULLED MY COCK OUT AND REALIZED IT WAS STILL ROCK HARD SO I STARTED ORALLY FUCKING HER NEXT EXPLODING AGAIN THEN I SUNK BACK AND RELAXED.

Saturday Night Slut — Conclusion

beck on Teen Stories

Had he heard them; or seen them? It occurred to Zoe that when she left for the kitchen, she didn’t open Shawn’s door, which meant they left it open. What if Matt had watched them, and they retired back to his room to jerk himself off thinking about it. Zoe reached down and found her clit was no longer sensitive, but begging to be rubbed again. She peered around the door, holding her breath, but rubbing her pussy. Her eyes now confirming what her ears had suggested. Matt was lying back on the bed with one leg hanging off, his foot flat on the floor. Both hands were in his crotch; his left, holding his cock straight up, his right, sliding up and down over the head and shaft. As her eyes adjusted from the dim light of the hallway to the near darkness of Matt’s room, she s
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aw that Matt’s cock was enormous; not in length, perhaps only six inches, but very thick. She noticed his strokes were getting faster and she could hear his breaths getting shorter, as were hers. "I see you there," said a voice from the bed, "Are you coming in?" Zoe was quite startled at the sudden break in the silence. Her mind raced quickly over numerous thoughts and situations: she had no commitment to Shawn, and he had no commitment to her either—they only met a couple of hours ago. And here was a very thick cock she desperately wanted between her lips or at least aimed at her face before cum started erupting from it. "I want to, but your roommate is going to wonder where I am." Just as Zoe finished her sentence, she felt something pressed into the crack of her ass, and two strong hands on her hips. "Actually, I know exactly where you are now. I wondered what was taking so long, now I know." Shawn started to turn the tables on her and was teasing her with naughty words and suggestions now. Keeping his hands on her hips, and his hard dick firmly nudged against her ass, he whispered to her, "You desperately want that, don't you?" Zoe was now becoming overwhelmed with stimulation from all sides; Matt had slowed his strokes down dramatically, and was now just putting on a voyeuristic display for her, moaning here and there; Shawn was pressing against her from behind, and whispering dirty suggestions through her disheveled hair and into her ear; and she was still madly fingering her clit, but with her left hand now, as her right was now needed to prop herself up against the door frame, Shawn's pressure and an overall weakness enveloping her. "Oh, I think I'm going to cum soon," Matt groaned. "It's going to splash all over my stomach and chest." He quickened his pace, pumping his hand up and down his thick cock. "Mmmm," had escaped Zoe's lips with almost a whimper instead of with a more lustful connotation, and her body, still restrained by Shawn's grip, lightly lunged towards Matt and the bed. "Shawn, let me go. Please?" "Why, what do you want? Tell me, or I'll hold you here," Shawn insisted. "I want Matt's cum in my mouth. I want that big dick stretching my mouth while yours fucks my pussy. Please Shawn, before he cums, let me go!" Shawn released his grip on her hips, and Zoe sprung forward with the prowess of a jungle cat targeting its prey. His cock was rock hard and threads of pre-cum that were starting to soak her ass stretched and fell away to the floor. Just in time too, he was ready to explode himself. Matt let his right hand go from pumping his shaft to holding Zoe's face down on his thick cock. His left hand was still holding the base, forcing his length straight up. But Zoe needed no one to force her tiny mouth down on his dick at this point—she was furiously jerking Matt off, the head of his dick slipping in and out from between her lips. She was insane with lust now, and the only thing that she could focus on was tasting that huge, salty load of cum that was now only seconds away. In her haste, Zoe had simply knelt beside the bed and pulled Matt into her mouth, which left her pussy and ass exposed from behind, which is exactly where Shawn had positioned himself, the head of his seven inches pressed against her opening. With one hand on her shoulder and the other guiding his cock inside her, he plunged into her dripping hole with one thrust. She was beside herself with lust now, and her oral skills were now about to pay off. "I'm going to cum in about three seconds," Matt panted. This was just enough time for Zoe to pull her mouth off, her lips covered in saliva and Matt's juices, "I'm going to pump your semen into my little mouth and all over my tongue and lips. Get some on my face too, so I feel like a slut." She had been using her other hand on her clit for some time now, and it looked like she had timed her orgasm perfectly with Matt's. Shawn, after listening to her dirty instructions to Matt, was ready to erupt, but was trying with all his might to prolong fucking this nympho's incredible pussy. Despite being soaked with her own lubricating juices, her cum and his saliva from the licking she received earlier, she was incredibly tight. More to do with her small frame than inexperience, Shawn thought, as he continued to slam against her ass. With a grunt and a violent thrust towards Zoe's face, Matt started shooting. Stream after stream of thick, white cum was jetting into her mouth, and Zoe pumped his cock desperately, as if begging it to deposit as much semen as possible into her throat. After about four streams had hit her tongue, she pulled him out, and he was still cumming. Gobs now started hitting her lips and cheeks and chin, just like Shawn had done. Letting go of Matt's dick to grip the sheets, Zoe was fingering herself to a mind-blowing orgasm. She could feel Shawn's meat hammering into her belly and occasionally her fingers touched his cock as it pumped in and out. She gasped and panted as she came, her face and neck covered in sweat and cum. It had just occurred to her that Shawn was fucking her without a condom; it made her feel dirty. "Shawn, you're a bad boy, fucking my tight, little hole with no protection." She was no longer completely horny, but still feeling naughty enough to tease Shawn before he came. She forced him to stop and pull out momentarily while she climbed up off her knees and into an armchair in the corner of Matt's room. She slouched into the chair so that her pussy rested just on the edge of the cushion, where she invited Shawn back inside her. "Come back over here and get that cock back inside me," she cooed. Shawn spun around on his knees and maneuvered back between her spread thighs. As he sunk his shaft back inside her, she reached for the back of his neck, pulling him closer. "Are you going to cum soon, Shawn?" "Yeah, pretty soon," he groaned. Zoe smiled and suggested, "Well, I know it would feel really naughty if you came inside me, because I'm not on the pill or anything, and knowing your sperm could get me pregnant is such a turn-on." Zoe knew she was playing with fire here, that her dirty talk could make him cum at any time, but she continued anyways. "I would feel so slutty going home knowing a stranger had just filled my pussy with semen." The look on Shawn's face was tortured, and she knew she had about ten seconds left of control over this situation, before he started shooting inside her. "But," she purred, "I can't come over and let you and Matt fuck my ass, pussy and mouth if I get pregnant. Maybe you could just stand up when you're ready to cum and jerk off on my face? I still have Matt's cum on my chin, and feeling your warm, salty semen splash across my face while he stares at me is getting me really excited." Shawn pulled out and stood up; her plan had worked well. He stood over her jerking his swollen meat about a foot from her face. "I want you to stare back at Matt, not at me this time," he said. "Mmmm, that's naughty!" Zoe gasped, "I'll watch Matt stroking his hard cock while you shoot your cum on my lips. Do it, Shawn. Cum on me." "Open your mouth," he moaned. Zoe parted her lips slightly, never taking her eyes off Matt, as Shawn rested the head of his dick on her bottom lip. "Open a bit wider, and push your tongue out," he commanded. She obeyed, the head of his cock now rested on her tongue, pointing into her mouth, slightly to the side. She continued to watch Matt and moan. Shawn erupted with a pronounced grunt, squirting cum into her mouth. Fighting the urge to close her eyes and enjoy the sensation of the warm liquid now filling her mouth in powerful streams, she stayed focused on Matt. Realizing that some of the enormous pool of semen on her tongue was beginning to trickle out onto her chin, she pulled her tongue back inside and swallowed eagerly. She smiled and sighed. Perhaps next time she could convince her girlfriend Dawn to stay out with her.

Danny's Return - Chapter Two

jezlady on Forced Stories

Thomas and Carver locked a pair of cuffs joined by a short chain around Matt’s ankles and another, larger pair with a longer chain around his thighs, just above his knees. Then they fastened a leather belt around his waist and locked his cuffed wrists to it. While they worked Carver’s hands continually strayed to Matt’s cock, causing the young man to fight against them even harder, drawing laughs from the two men. When Thomas pulled out a cock-gag Matt clamped his mouth shut and tried to jerk his head away.

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is hand.

Thomas handed him the gag and Carver straddled Matt’s bound legs. He sidled up close to Matt, grinding his groin into their prisoner. Then he reached up and clamped Matt’s nose closed with his left hand, staring into his eyes. After a few moments, Matt gave in and gasped for air. Carver let him gasp a breath in before shoving the gag into his mouth. He released Matt’s nose and reached behind his head to fasten the gag into place. Then he slid down Matt’s legs a little and reached his left hand out to Thomas.

“I love this part,” he said staring into Matt’s eyes as Thomas put a cock leash into his hand. He quickly fastened it around Matt’s cock and balls, gently stroking them as he worked. “There.” He patted Matt’s right cheek. “All done.”

As Carver moved off of Matt, Thomas released him from the collar holding him to the van wall. Carver wrapped the leash tightly in his fist and the two men stepped from the van. When Matt didn’t move Carver tugged roughly on the leash.

“Let’s go, pretty boy.”

Matt fought against the fear and tears. This can’t be happening again, he thought. He struggled with his decision. What to do? If he left the van he left his only connection with the outside world, with Nels, with his only hope of rescue. If he didn’t they’d just pull him out anyway. He leaned forward to try to squirm out when Carver yanked on the leash again, drawing a harsh grunt from Matt. The young man paused to get his breath back, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain in his groin. When a sharp, shrill scream rang out, Matt’s head jerked up, his eyes wide. The two men standing outside the van started laughing.

“I guess Vega made it with the little bitch,” Thomas commented.

Carver glanced back into the van again. “Let’s go, boy,” he growled at Matt.

Matt slowly scooted forward again. When he reached the van door and was sitting on the edge of the floor, the two men grasped his elbows and pulled him to his feet next to the van.

“Let’s go, sweet cheeks,” Carver said, smacking Matt hard on the ass, knocking him forward a step.

“Unh,” Matt grunted through the gag.

The two men walked at their normal gait ahead of him, Carver leading him by the leash attached to his cock. He shuffled as quickly as he could behind them. They walked down a long, narrow walk to a large, sprawling cabin. There was wrap-around porch going around most of the cabin with four steps leading up to it. Thomas and Carver took the steps two at a time but Matt had to slowly struggle up them. The chains between his feet and legs barely reached to let him step up each step. Carver tugged on the leash again.

“Ungh.” Matt almost fell to his knees from the pain.

“Come on, pretty boy. Let’s go.”

His chest heaved from pain and the effort to keep up. When he managed to climb the last step up onto the porch he was praying it ended soon. He knew he couldn’t go through this again. And these men working with Danny seemed even more sadistic than the ones he’d surrounded himself with four years ago. Then he heard screaming again. Oh, God, who’s he got in there and what’s he doing to her, he wondered.

“Please, no, d-don’t,” a female voice begged from inside the cabin.

The hackles at the back of Matt’s neck stood on end. There was something familiar about that voice. He was led forward toward the open front door of the cabin. When Thomas and Carver stepped through Matt’s heart skipped a beat. A short, stocky dark-skinned man stood to one side of the large living room. Danny stood in the center of the room looming over a small dark-haired woman bound to a support post running from floor to ceiling. A young blonde man was tied to a chair staring in hatred at Danny. A gag kept him silent.

“P-please,” the woman begged. “D-don’t hurt him.”

“Why shouldn’t I just kill him, Amanda? I don’t need him.”

“P-please….”

Oh, God, no, Matt thought.

“Where do you want pretty boy?” Carver asked.

The blonde man on the chair let his eyes slide to stare in surprise at Matt as Danny turned around and strode toward the leashed man. When Danny held his hand out toward him, Carver passed the leash to him.

“Come here, boy. I have an old friend over here I want you to see.”

Danny tugged on the leash and forced Matt to shuffle forward between the blonde man bound to the chair and the woman tied to the post. As Matt was led forward he saw what he’d feared when he’d heard her voice. Amanda Guerrez stood bound, in tears, to the post. Her dark blue blouse ripped open and her bra pulled down, exposing her large, round breasts.

“Oh, God, Matt,” she whispered.

He squeezed his eyes shut and immediately felt a burning pain in his groin. His eyes sprang open.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Danny said, twisting the leash tightly around Matt’s cock and balls. He jerked Matt around by the tightened leash. “Let me introduce you to Agent Salinger.”

Oh, Christ, Matt thought staring into the blonde man’s blue eyes.

“Oh, but you probably already know him since you’re buddies with those fucking C.I.A. assholes.” Danny kicked Salinger’s lower left leg. “You know pretty boy Matt here?”

Salinger slowly shook his head from side to side.

“No? He was your star witness against me. You sure you don’t know him?”

Salinger continued to shake his head.

“Well,” Danny said with a smile. “Maybe you two should get acquainted then.”

“Please, Master,” Amanda cried, “Please, leave them alone.”

“Don’t worry, Amanda,” I haven’t forgotten about you, bitch.” Danny turned to look back over his shoulder at the other men standing behind him. “Take these two idiots in back and lock them in. Then get out. I need some time alone with my little pet. I’ve missed her.”

He handed Matt’s leash back to Carver while Thomas and Vega picked up the chair Salinger was tied to and carried him along behind Matt and Carver. The two men were taken to a small narrow room with no light. Matt was forced to kneel at a wall where his leash was then fastened to a metal hook bolted to the wall. Carver locked it in place and left. Thomas and Vega set Salinger’s chair down facing Matt’s trapped body.

The men left and closed the door behind them, locking it as they left. Salinger waited a few minutes once they were gone then started wiggling on his chair. Matt turned his head and stared at the man in curiousness as he struggled with his own bonds. When they heard Amanda’s screams and cries, Matt leaned his head against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut.

Suddenly, Salinger’s hands were free. He jerked the gag off and started working on the ropes around his feet. In minutes he was free. Silently moving off the chair, he knelt next to Matt and removed the gag from his mouth, slipping his hand over the young man’s lips. Matt nodded his understanding. Salinger removed his hand and leaned close.

“I’ll see if I can find something to get you loose,” he whispered in Matt’s ear.

His words were so soft Matt could barely hear him. Matt shook his head.

“No,” Matt hissed. “Amanda.”

“In a minute,” Salinger answered him before he moved away.

He was back in a heartbeat, a tiny wire in his right hand. His fingers started working the wire into the locks of the cuffs trapping Matt’s wrists. Within minutes, Matt’s arms were free, the cuffs and belt falling away. Salinger quickly moved to the locks on the cuffs above his knees. When those fell open he moved to the cuffs around the young man’s ankles. They were quickly opened. Matt had already released his cock from the leash and Salinger helped him to his feet.

“Who’s your contact?” he whispered in Matt’s ear.

“Nelson Sheridan,” Matt replied softly. “I had a cell phone. It’s on in the back of their van. Nels said he’d try to track it.”

“Good.”

He patted Matt’s shoulder then moved away. In silence, Salinger carefully inspected every inch of their black prison. The only door was the one they’d been brought in through. Salinger finally sighed in defeat and returned to stand next to Matt.

“We’re going to have to go out the same way we came in,” he whispered in Matt’s ear. “I don’t have a weapon so we’ll have to be quiet. Let me lead. Stay back until I wave you forward.”

“No,” Matt grabbed his arm. “He’ll kill you.”

They heard a shrill scream and feet pounding on the floorboards of the cabin. Salinger grabbed Matt and threw him into the opposite corner from where he’d been chained. Then he crouched in front of the young man and pulled the chair in front of both of them. The door flew open and shots rang out. Salinger lunged forward with the chair knocking Vega to the floor. The gun in Vega’s hand slid across the floorboards in the dark little room. Salinger crashed the chair over Vega’s head then fell back when a bullet crashed into him. Another shot rang out and Thomas fell forward, landing face down across Salinger’s legs in front of Matt.

Suddenly, everything seemed to stop for Matt except the shouting outside in the rest of the house. When a hulking shadow appeared in the doorway Matt thought it was Carver. Then a second and third joined the first.

“Freeze! Don’t move!” someone shouted.

Matt automatically put his hands up. “Agent Salinger was shot,” he called.

The men carefully moved into the room with their weapons raised. Matt remained where he was, not moving. As the first three men moved into the room four more joined them. They checked Vega then moved on to Thomas’ body. When they reached Salinger one of them recognized him and called over his shoulder.

“Agent down!”

Two men moved forward and pulled Salinger from the room. The lead man stared down at Matt.

“You are?”

“Matt Jamison.”

The lead man pressed the mouthpiece hanging down along his jaw closer to his mouth.

“Tell Sheridan I have his boy.” He looked over his shoulder at one of the men standing behind him. “See if you can find some clothes.”

The man gave a short nod and disappeared.

“You alright?” the leader asked.

“Yeah. Amanda, is she okay?” Matt asked.

“Amanda? Who’s Amanda?”

“Amanda Guerrez. She was here,” Matt replied. “Mitchellson had–”

“Mitchellson? He was here?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck!”

Before the man could say anything else Nels shoved his way into the room. When he saw Matt sitting on the floor he rushed forward and knelt in front of him, pulling him into an embrace.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he leaned back on his heels

“Yeah, fine. He has Amanda.”

Nels nodded. “I figured as much when I saw them take Kenny out.”

“Kenny?”

“Salinger.”

There was a low moan behind them. All eyes turned to stare at Vega.

“Somebody get that trash out of here,” Nels ordered, motioning at the unconscious Vega. A man squeezed through the door past the two carrying Vega out and handed Matt a pair of sweats.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. He nervously slipped them on as he asked, “Nels, what about Jenny?”

“She’s fine, Matt. She’s with Turner. He’s watching out for her.”

Matt nodded, forcing down a sob and sank to his knees. Nels reached out and grasped Matt’s right elbow.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

They both got to their feet and slowly walked from the room. Nels led him back through the house and out the front. He tried to ignore all the armed men dressed in black milling around the house. Once outside, Nels led him to a dark blue sedan and opened the back door. Matt slid in and laid his head back against the seat. Nels slid in next to him and closed the door. He reached out, handing something to Matt. When Matt looked down at the hand extended to him, he realized it was his cell phone.

“I found it in the back of the van,” Nels said quietly.

Matt nodded. He accepted the phone and held it in his hands, remaining silent for a moment. Finally, without looking up he asked, “How’s Salinger?”

“He took it in the chest. They’re working on him.”

Matt squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Nels,” he said softly.

“Matt, if it weren’t for you we probably wouldn’t have found any of you. At least we have you and Kenny back. He’ll be fine. He can tell us what happened, how they got Amanda.” Nels shrugged. “Who knows how much more information he can give us.”

Matt turned his head to stare at Nels. “Where is she, Nels? Where’s Mitchellson? He was here.”

“I know.” Matt could hear the pain and sorrow in Nels’ voice. “They’re gone. A car sped off just as we were breaking in. We think it was Danny. He probably took Amanda and ran.” Nels rubbed his left hand across his forehead. “We were lucky to get to you before they killed you.”

“Salinger’s doing,” Matt admitted.

“He’s a good agent. He’s strong and healthy. He’ll be fine, Matt.” Nels nodded at the cell phone Matt still gripped in his hands. “Call Jenny, she’s worried.”

Nels climbed from the car and closed the door. Mat opened his phone and pressed the number two key then put the phone to his ear as he watched Nels walk back toward the house.

“Jen, it’s me.”

“Thank God! Are you okay? What happened? Did he hurt you? Where are you?’

“Hey,” Matt laughed. “Slow down. I’m fine. He has Amanda though. Nels is here. I don’t know how long I’ll be stuck out here but I’ll be home – where ever you are – as soon as I can. I’m sorry, baby.”

“I love you, Matt. What happened?”

“I was stuck on the beltway behind an accident. A guy came up to the car and said he was a detective. He had ID, Jen. He said Mitchellson had escaped and they were there to take me to you because we were being taken into protective custody. I was scared shitless. I just new you were in danger. I was so afraid he’d get to you.”

“Nels was here. He was hoping to catch you here, before you left for work He had somebody waiting for you there too. When they heard about the accident Nels jumped in his car and we drove down there. Matt, I was terrified when we found your car empty. When he told me you drove off in a police car with people that weren’t officers I thought I’d die.”

“I’m sorry, Jen. I thought….”

“I know. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah but Amanda….”

“Nels will find her.”

“Yeah, I know. But what’s going to happen to her until then?”

“Don’t think about that, Matt. You couldn’t have done anything for her. She knows that.”

“I gotta go, Jen.”

She could hear the tears in his voice.

“Be careful and stick close to Nels.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you, Matt.”

He clicked the phone closed and slipped it into the pocket of the sweats they’d given him. When he glanced out the car window he saw Nels approaching again. Another man stopped Nels and he paused to talk to the man. While Matt watched them the driver’s door of the car he waited in opened and a man in a suit climbed in. Matt glanced at him but quickly turned back to watch Nels. When the car started and Nels turned to look in surprise at the car Matt looked back at the driver again. He felt sick when he realized it was Carver. He reached for the door just as Carver stepped on the gas and peeled away from the cabin.

An Older Woman Teaches Me About Sex

hotrod0342 on Teen Stories

  I was 16 years old when it happened.I had just finished my homework and was now allowed to watch televison.My mom,who was divorced at that time(she later remarried)answered the doorbell and it was our neighbor,Mrs.Linder.She was our nextdoor neighbor,divorced,and living alone.She had two older children,both married and living with their families in their own apartments which were not too far from where we lived.I had never paid much attention to her before this night.She was a blond woman who could afford to lose a few pounds but was still very attractive in the way I saw her.Not looking at those few extra pounds I saw a blonde woman with a very nice figure.She always smiled at me in a way I would soon come to understand.Usually dressed in a simple housedress when at home,I still s

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aw a slightly older woman with very large breasts,which were still noticable even in her simple housedress.When I saw her dressed up I could then see her nicely shaped legs which I could appreciate even more when she was wearing high heels,as these tended to make her well shaped legs appear even better.I could see that she was watching her weight as she still had a small waistline which only accentuated her large tits and her still smallish hips and beautiful legs.Even with those few extra pounds she had a beautiful face with her blue eyes,straight nose and very full lips.Aware of this herself she used very little makeup which would only hide those nice facial features.Even though I was only 16 I would be lying if I didn't think how great it would be to have her as a sexual partner.Little did I think that I would enjoy her in bed on that very night.

     My mom had a dinner date on this night and while I was having my dinner explained what she and Mrs.Linder were discussing earlier.It seemed that her TV was not working and could she come over to our apartment later that evening and watch Tv with me.My mom knowing what I would be watching had told her to come over later as she knew I would be watching the same shows that Mrs.Linder(Carol from this point)wouldn't interfere with what I had planned watching.As my mom was kissing me before leaving she told me what I should offer to Carol if she asked for anything to snack on or drink.When she kissed me before leaving she again reminded me to be a good host and what to offer Carol if she did ask for anything.As it turned out Carol did want something that evening,but to my delight it was not anything to eat or drink.What Carol wanted was to satisfy her needs and she decided that it would be me who she wanted and needed and would shortly have.

     The doorbell rang just as mom was leaving and as mom was walking out the door she told Carol to just go into the family room where I was sitting in my,now departed,Dad's favorite club chair and ottoman.I looked up and could see a big smile on Carol's face as she sat on the sofa and watched TV for only a few moments before asking me to join her on the sofa.I joined her and it was only moments when Carol began to hold me tight against her anxious body and with a hand on the back of my head kissed me with a passion which I returned.Our tongues were doing a dance as we continued kissing.I was already hard my cock had grown to it's very hard and slightly thick 7".Carol's hand which was first on my hips as we first kissed had now moved to my crotch and she smiled when she felt my now harder cock as she was feeling it through my pants.She quickly undid my belt and unzipped my pants and her active hands reached thru my jockey briefs and withdrew my cock saying we can't let it suffocate in there and she was now holding it in her hands.Looking at me with that same smile she said that it was silly for us to stay dressed whne we both want to explore and enjoy each others body.I agreedand stood up undoing my belt and she quickly lowered my trousers to the floor where I stepped out of them.Then she carefully lowered my briefs over my now hard rigid cock.While Carol was doing this I lifted my "T" shirt over my head and now to her smiling approval stood before Carol naked.She stood up and quickly lifted her simple housedress over her head and was not wearing either a bra or panties and was now also naked.I looked at her now naked body and was not surprised to see a full dark bush which was glistening with the wetness from her pussy.While Carol was holding my cock my hands were feeling her ample breasts and her nipples had become large and hard.After feeling her tits and hard nipples I bent over to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples and she started moaning and telling me how good it felt to have me suck on her nipples and after a minute took my hand and placed it on her wet bush.Carol was not one to say what she wanted and said as she stood up and taking my hand was leading me into my mom's bedroom,saying as I followed her.We can really enjoy each other much more on a bed than we could in the family room.

     Carol was now on her back with her legs spread wide and I took this as a signal to mount her but she stopped me saying that we would fuck each other many times that night but first we should work engage in foreplay to the point where we both were ready and wanted to fuck.She knew that up to now all I wanted was to find a willing partner my own age and fuck her,get myself off and satisfy myself with no thoughts to my partners needs.Carol was in other words going to show me how much better sex can be when you satisfy not only yourself but your partner too and how right she was.

    She said and it was true that I enjoyed it when I was having a blowjob and that there was nothing wrong with that,but she asked me did I ever think that a woman might also enjoy oral sex.She explained that she had spread her legs to make her cunt more accessable to my mouth and tongue and that she would teach me how to perform oral sex on my female partner.She added that she often had orgasms when her man went down on her and she carefully pushed my head lower.As my head was being guided lower and lower I was licking first around her navel and then to her delight her soft flat tummy until my head was now between her opened legs.She spread her outer lips revealing it's pink walls and the inner lips and her now dripping wet cunt.I will never forget that unique female musk which I have come to love and enjoy whenever I perform oral sex on my lady of the moment.I kissed and licked the pink wet walls and then pushed my tongue into her wet pussy.As I was doing this I couldn't help but note that her white,glistening,pearl of love...her clit had become quite large and hard.Knowing how sensitive it was I carefully and gently licked it,causing her to start to moan and squirm.It was now so large that I began to suck it between my soft lips,this causing Carol to only moan louder and start to squirm and shake slightly.Seeing that Carol was really into it now I continued to suck her clit licking it as I did making her moaneven louderand start to shake and saying,"oh yes,yes,please don't stop now.I couldn't stop even if I wanted too because Icould sense the extreme pleasure she was having as i continued to suck and lick her clit harder and faster,this only causing her to moan even loder at times yelling my name,saying "yes,yes oh don't stop sucking and as i did she was now yelling my name even louder and telling me,"please suck it harder ,yes,yes harder now faster,please,don't stop ,don't stop...Love I'm so close now,please don't stop.I was still suking her clit and was holding her tighter to control her shaking and knew without her telling me that she was close,so close to cumming,and as Icontinued cum she did,Carol was shaking uncontrolblywith me holding her tighter than before and to my delight andsurprise Carol was a squirter,because as she was experiencing orgasm after orgasm she started squirting her love juices into my open and waiting mouth.It was the first,but Iassure you not the last time I enjoyed a woman's cum..her love juices kept squirting as she was experiencing multiple orgasms as women can and do when her partner gets her off as well as satisfying himself.Her juices tasted so good and were so unique and different than my cum,but I loved their taste and was swallowing them as fast as Carol was squirting them.Finally Carol's orgasms were slowing and finally they stopped.When she finally had caught her breath and could speak Carol told me that I was a fast learner and needed no more lessons from my teacher.She did add and made me promise to be there whenever she needed a man.Needless to say that living next door to each other Carol and I enjoyed each other too many times to count.Before she left me that night Carol realized that Ihad yet to get off and since I had gone down on her she reciprocated by giving me a fantastic blowjob which I won't describe at this time but only note that Carol enjoyed my cum as much as I enjoyed her love juices and when I did cum,shooting load after load of hot jism into her waiting mouth she swallowed it as fast as she could and after Ifinished cumming I looked as her and she was quite a picture with some of my cum dripping from her chin.I took my hand and fed her the few drops of cum into her open mouth.When we finally kissed before she returned to her apartment we could taste our mixed juices and they tasted so good that we decided to be together as often as the opportunity presentd itself,which it did many times.

I'm in love with my best friend part 3

11608amazing on Teen Stories

I was still incapable of understanding what was going on. I stared down at him lost
"you have to put it in 'cause I can't feel my dick with this condom on." Tyler said.
I reached under myself and grabbed him, placing him at my entrance, I pressed myself down feeling him push inside me. I gripped the sheet behind his head and laid my body against his. Tyler began thrusting his hips in a rhythmic motion with mine. My breaths became heavier with every thrust. My fingers clinched the sheets as I continued to ride him.

Moans escaped my lips and I could hear his groans buried deep in his throat. This sound made me go faster, soon the friction and heat of our bodies began producing sweat. I leaned up looking him straight in the eyes as he continued to bounce me on
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top of him, his hands rested lightly on my hips helping me keep my balance, gripping them every so often to thrust harder into me. He pushed me down towards him, kissing me hard. I moaned lightly and pressed my body hard against his as he wrapped his arms around my back holding me securely as he thrusted deeper into me. I moaned more feeling my muscles tighten. Tyler thrusted harder as I felt my body tense more making my legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

A few more thrusts and I exploded, my body went limp with another heavy sigh. But I wasn't done with him. Not even close. I sat up kissing him more, trying hard to continue breathing. He sat up, pressing his body against mine and laid me back. I saw Tyler hovering over me, he pressed himself between my legs and I felt him push inside me again, I gasped for air, the feeling of him being inside me was better than I ever had dreamt. I watched him as he danced over me thrusting into me as hard as he could. His face was even more beautiful, if that was even possible. His golden eyes seemed to sparkle as he stared down at me. His face relaxed but his jaw clenched tight, fighting the groans I knew he wanted to make.  Tyler laid down on me and I wrapped my arms around his slim frame digging my nails lightly into his skin.

I moaned in his ear, I could feel his breath against the flesh of my neck, sending goose bumps all the way through my body. He lifted himself again and thrusted into me hard. I pushed against his back wanting to feel his body against mine again, but he ignored my request laying back down and looked at me "your turn" he smiled playfully.
I sat up climbing back on top of him kissing him hard as I pushed him inside of me and leaned back against him.

My body began to tense up again, I rode him harder pushing my hips down as far as I could as he thrusted up into me. I felt the fire inside me grow, burning with passion. With love. He groaned lightly as his hands traveled my back then wrapped his arms around me holding me to him. He was being considerably gental with me as he thrusted his hips into mine fast.

"Tyler" I managed to exhale his name, he responded with a husky "mmm" I moaned exhaling deeply. "Give it to me baby. come on baby" he said feeling my muscles tighten around him. The sound of his voice made my excitement peak. I moaned feeling the fire about to turn into a combustion. "Mmm give it to me" he repeated in the same seductive tone. I moaned as I came for the fourth time. "yeah baby?" he asked biting my earlobe gentally still thrusting into my limp body. "mm yeah" I whispered trying to inhale air that didn't seem to be there. I listened to his deep raggid breathing mixed with mine as i met his hips in motion.

I loved it. I sat up and looked at him. Sweat glistening off his perfect face. I leaned down kissing him once more. My heart was still pounding, as I tried sucking in enough air. I was exhausted, he stared up at me "how many?" He asked
"about four" I replied
He smirked "what's your goal?"
I tilted my head and stared at him "I want you to go" I answered honestly. I wasn't worried about myself, I wanted him to enjoy himself. Which is what he wanted for me.
He smiled lightly "well that will take a while--unless you blow me again."
I smiled lightly then happened to glance up at the clock. 9:30. I was to have left already! I looked down at him "should I leave?" I asked smally. He stared at me "what?"
"should I leave?" I asked again unwanting his answer.
He looked at the clock "yeah--my mom gets home anytime from now to 11:00" he said
I sighed and smiled lightly hating to have to leave.
"Sooo your not gonna blow me?" he asked semi-sarcastic
I laughed "I know I wasn't that good"
He smiled "I don't know--that was the best--" he paused "no I'm not going to lie...it wasn't the best but it was one of the best---" he put his hands up and I smacked them down pinning him to the bed again awaiting him to finish his sentence. "well damn...you distracted me--i forgot what I was saying" He laughed. I smiled and sat up trying to fix my hair. He looked up at me "your hair is still a mess" he teased. I nodded sighing a little "I figure I wont get raped on the way back" I laughed
"you still look cute" He smiled sweetly at me
I rolled my eyes "psh yeah right"

He smiled and I stared down at him "your amazing" I said, not referring to his sex which was beyond amazing. He looked at me a little thrown off. "uhmm?" I realised my mistake
"oh no no not like that. In general" I explained
"oh" he laughed "i was about to say 'uhm thanks?'"
I smiled and hopped off of him finding my underwear and my pants. I watched him as I pulled up my pants. He was sitting on the edge of the bed getting rid of the condom. He was amazing, truly he was. I stared at him in awe for a moment.
"Why are you so perfect?" I asked him.
He looked up at me and smirked "I'm really not"
"You have no idea how wrong you are" I studied his face.

He smiled up at me but said nothing. He knew what I thought about him. He knew how I felt. I plopped back down on his bed "UGHHH I'm sooo tired can't I just stay here" I said only half joking.
He laughed "I'd say yes. but then wed both be in trouble" unfortunately that was the truth. I sighed heavily and sat up "I love you" I said. He looked at me and smiled "I love you too" He said kissing me, softly this time.

I stood up "well I guess I'd better get going" I said unwillingly. He nodded, and walked me outside, and pointed me in the right direction. I turned to him hugging him tightly. "I love you so much Tyler" I whispered into his chest. "I love you too" He replied. I leaned up on my tip-toes and kissed him one last time, then set off for my long journey home.

November 11 would forever be the most amazing day of my life.

Olivia Benson undercover

Soc1947Ref on Celebrity Stories

Oliva Benson SVU goes undercover.

Det. Olivia Benson and her partner, Elliot Stabler had been investigating a series of rape/tortures at an underground night spot in New York. It seems several young women had been to the inside the “Club Sadismo” and reported being abused and tortured by several of the “customers” who paid well to be invited to the private shows. None of the victims however, were willing to file charges against the club owners or the customers involved.  

After several discussions with the Captain, it was decided that Olivia would go undercover in th

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e night spot and observe the goings on and report back to the unit. Olivia, who took great pride in keeping herself in shape, was a solid 36-24-36 and showed no signs of sagging even though she was in her early 40’s. That night, she dressed in the sexist outfit she owned. It was a black leather mini skirt which barely covered her pussy and a black leather halter top which covered very little of her well formed tits. To finish off the outfit, she chose a pair of 6” stiletto heals which were the perfect complement to the slut look she was going for.  She arrived at Club Sadismo around 11:00 PM, the bouncer at the door got an immediate boner when she walked passed him and strolled towards the bar. The bouncer gave the bartender a wink and proceeded to watch this hot bitch sway through the crowd and sit at the bar. Once seated the bartender took her drink order, not wanting to seem skittish, Olivia ordered a double martini which the bartender had slipped “date rape drug into”. The bartender nearly broke his neck getting the drink to her with great haste. As she sipped on the martini, Olivia became very relaxed, not noticing that a tall well built young stud had seated himself next to her at the bar. The more she drank, the more relaxed she was. The guy had begun to strike a conversation with Olivia which led to more and more discussion of sexual perversions. As she finished her drink she suddenly became very passive to the point where the dude next to her had put his hand on her thigh and began to slowly massage it.

At this point, he suggested to Olivia that go into the back room where it would be less crowded and much more intimate, she attempted to gather herself and say no, but instead she winked at him and got off the stool and allowed him to escort her into the back room. As they entered the room, Olivia suddenly noticed that it was no typical bar backroom; this one was full of “equipment”, bondage equipment. This made her very uneasy, but the drug had dulled her senses and she merely stood there while her gentleman escort led her around the room. After a brief moment he marched Olivia into the center of the room where a couple of manacles where hanging from the ceiling with cuffs on the end of each of them. On the floor were a couple more manacles with cuffs as well. As she stood there, the prick stud suddenly spoke to what was previously and empty room but was now full of spectators. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have our entertainment for the evening, the lovely lady who calls herself Olivia, well be available for anyone wishing to make a donation. Your donation will allow each of you 10 minutes to induce whatever you wish upon her”. With that hands went up all over the room. One guy bid $500 for 10 minutes with her.

As the barker acknowledged him, he led Olivia to the manacles over head and proceeded to cuff her into them without a fight. He then moved each leg into position and cuffed them as well leaving Olivia with hands stretched over her head and her legs spread open a full 3 feet wide. “Do you wish to have the lady naked”, he asked “most assuredly” was the reply.  He stepped up to Olivia with a pocket knife and proceeded to cut one of the straps on her halter top, this caused her tits to become more exposed and when he cut the second strap, the top slid to her waist revealing her perfectly formed 36C tits. As he cut away the top, the crowd was hooping and hollering with delight. “Let’s see if the pussy is as nice as the tits” one of the female members in the crowd yelled. He slowly took the knife to the side of the miniskirt and with one swift motion cut it all the way up the side and it fell off her and landed harmlessly on the ground. Olivia had decided before she went to shave her pussy bald and this drew even more yells from the now excited crowd.

Now strapped spread eagle and naked, Olivia remained oblivious to her surroundings. The first bidder approached her and grabbed both her nipples in his hands and twisted them around until Olivia’s face showed the first signs of pain. He then put alligator clips on each nipple and attached weights to them which caused her tits to be stretched almost a full 3”, she only reacted by moaning in a low guttural voice. After a couple of minutes, he moved behind her and without warning or lubrication proceeded to jam his dick in her asshole. As he penetrated, once again a docile Olivia could only moan and accept this dick into her orifice. His allotted 10 minutes were up and he pulled his dick out of her ass and removed the clips and took his seat in the audience.

The next bidder offered a whopping $1,000 for his 10 minutes. He was asked if he wanted her in another position and he replied “no, she is fine the way she is”. He walked over to the wall, and removed a 6’ single strand bullwhip. As he approached, Olivia still aching from the ass pounding and the nipple clips was unaware of what was about to take place. The well built man stepped back and hurled the whip at her which struck her directly on her nipples causing her to jump back but remain silent. He proceeded to continue the severe whipping for the entire 10 minute allotment. When he finished her tits were streaked and bleeding as well as her ass, thighs and belly. 

As the next bidder approached an elderly gentleman, he asked that she be lowered to a kneeling position which the “ring master” quickly took care of. Her legs were still shackled to the ground, but now her hands were free and she was instructed to remove the guy’s pants, which she did immediately. She was then told to take his 9” dick in her hands and give him a blowjob. As Olivia was blowing the guy, another guy approached from behind and jammed a vibrator into her juicy pussy. Olivia was having another orgasm when the guy unleashed his load in her mouth causing her to gag but swallowing it all none the less.

It was now closing time and Olivia was sent home in a cab with just an overcoat covering her. When she awoke the next morning, she was appalled to see the whip marks all over her body and the cum on her legs and her sore ass. She quickly showered and went to the precinct. Captain Krangan asked what she found out last night at the club, and all she could say was that she didn’t remember much after she finished her drink. She was brought to one of the interrogation rooms with a female officer and was asked to undress. As she did, the officer gasped at the marks on her body and called the Captain at once. Since Olivia had no knowledge of what had happened, the undercover surveillance was immediately dropped. Olivia then decided on her own, to go back to the club the next night and try to remember what happened.

Summer Story

TilyNily2327 on Teen Stories

School had just ended, it was such a long day.  I didn't care though, only because it was the last day of school.  I was waiting for my ride.  But for some reason my step dad wasn't here yet.  Then it hit me, it was only 12:30 PM.  God, I forgot to tell my step dad that school was a half day today.  He probally wasn't even thinking of picking me up for another 2 hours.  Ahhhh.  It made me so mad.  How could i forget to tell him.  Well lets see, i'll call and hopefully he'll answer.  And of course there was no answer.  Where could he be?  I had no choice but to walk home.  It was only like a 20 minute walk, it couldn't hurt.  I made my way home, as I walked I thanked myself for wearing my denim skirt instead of the light fabric one I wanted to

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wear, because if I had the wind would be throwing up my skirt and everybody would be able to see my little pink g-string.  All I could do was laugh at myself.

I finally made home.  But there were no cars in the drive way.  Hmm. I guess they must be in the garage.  As I opened the door I noticed how quite it was.  As I walked in I couldn't see anyone.  I yelled out to see if anyone was home and there was no answer.  Oh well i guess everybody must be out.  I went to my room and turned the tv on.  There was nothing on.  I wasnt used to being home so early.  It got boring really quick.  Eventually I fell asleep.  I must of knocked out because when I woke up, I was hearing things.  I think I was hearing laughs or giggles.  I ignored it.  I started to undress taking off my skirt and white polo.  And thats when I heard the laughs again.  This time I knew I wasn't hearing things.  It was coming for outside in my backyard.  I head to my window to take a look.  I couldn't believe it.  There was my mom and step dad completly naked.  They were skinny dipping.  I guess they thought they had the house to themselves for a few more hours.  I wathced them mess around.  Each one grabbing and fondeling each other.  I couldn't believe how I was so entertained by it.  I couldn't really see anything until my step dad got out of the pool and walked to the deep end.  As he walked over I noticed what seemed to be a third leg.  It was so huge.  He got to the deep end and sat down with just his feet in the pool.  All I could do was stare at his big balls and huge cock rest on the floor.  That's when my mom swam to him in between his legs.  As she floated in front of him she put his cock in her hand.  It was amazing, she had more then half of it out of her grip and my step dad wasn't even hard yet.  I couldn't watch any more.  I was getting all hot and bothered.  I walked from the window completely undressed myself and headed for the shower.  I need something to cool me off.

In the bathroom I looked at myself in the full sized mirrow asking myself how I could be so turned on by this.  It wasn't right.  But it looked so big, so nice.  No wonder my mom married him.  But she's a full grown women and that's when I noticed how much i had developed throught out my freshmen year.  My breast had developed to a full 36C, and my ass was tighter and bigger then anyother girl in my class.  Cheerleading and swimming all year also helped keep me so fit.  Maybe my step father.  No I can't think like that.  I stepped into the shower and let the water rinse and cool me off.  As I stood under the water with my eyes closed all I could imagine was my step dads cock in my hands.  It turned me on so much that I started fingering my tight little pussy.  I started with one finger doing slow small circles.  Another picture of my step dads cock came to my mind, I put four fingers in this time.  I tryed to get as deep as I could but i knew it was no way close to what my step dad had.  Frustrated and upset I came out of the shower and went to my room.

I walked to my room and thats when I stared hearing these loud moans.  I knew it was my mom and step dad having sex in the living room.  I snuck down the stairs hoping they wouldn't squeak.  I got to the last step and poked my head around the corner into the living room.  And sure enough there was my step dad and my mom.  She was bent over the arm rest of one of the couches.  He was pounded her from behind.  With each thrust back and forth all I could do was look at his huge cock go in and out.  My mom was in such ecstacy.  I could feel my pussy get wet again.  I put in two fingers and let out a little moan.  And thats when my step dad looked over and saw me.  I got so scared and ran back up the stairs, straight into my room.  With my door closed I could still hear my moms moans.  They hadn't stopped.  But why not?  I was sure my step dad saw me.  Or did he?  Maybe he didnt't.  Oh well.  I stayed my room for the rest of the day.  Thinking about how I could get my sted dad to give me a taste of what he has to offer.  I went to sleep that night hornier then ever.  I knew I would be dreaming of him tonight. 

The night had come and gone.  I got out of bed and made my way to the living room.  I turned on the tv and began to watch some saturday morning cartoons.  My summer had just began and I was looking forward to it.  My best friend would be spending the next 2 months with me and my family.  Her mom and her dad had just been divorced and they were each heading in different directions.  So she asked if she could stay away from all that and stay close to me.  She would be coming over later today.  I watched tv and pondered at the same time how much fun this summer should be.  And thats when the phone rang.  I went to go answer it.  It was my mom and she wanted to speak with my step dad.  She told me he was still probally sleeping.  I guess they had a late night last night.  I went up to the room to go wake him up.  I knoced on his door but there was no answer.  I walked into the room and there he was on the bed out cold completely naked.  I stared for a minute forgetting my mom was waiting on the phone.  I walked over to the side of the bed and there was his monster cock.  Layed out over his stomach passed his belly button.  I stared really quick and shook him to wake him up.  I told him that mom was on the line waiting for him to come down.  I went back to the living room and my step dad followed with the sheets wrapped around him.  He was on the phone with my mom for like 2 minutes when the door bell rang.  I knew it was my best friend.  I opened the door and there she was with all her luggage.  We quickly ran up and moved her stuff to my room.  When we came back down my step dad was on the couch watching tv with just the sheets in hes lap.

TO BE CONTINUED...

My own Medicine

Dman1000 on Fetish Stories

The door shuts as the tall red head locks the door behind her. “Hi I’m nurse June, you must be Derrick, I’v been told that you are having trouble ejaculating. Tell me about it.” Well it’s like this…” I lean against the wall not quite sure what to do with myself. “For the past few weeks, whenever I would masturbate I could never ejaculate and I would only receive small orgasms. On a normal session I would work at it for a few hours and then give up.” “hum, I think I know what the problem is but I will have to look to make sure. Remove all of your cloths.”

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Times New Roman">I paused not sure what to do or if I heard her right. “Don’t worry I’ll be gentile” she said with a smile as she sat down on the stole. I kicked off my shoes and my nerves begin to grow. I took a deep breath and removed my shirt. I couldn’t help but think how luck I was to have to do this in front of a woman. My shorts dropped to the floor, her eyes moved from my face to my genitals. I diverted my eyes from Nurse June as I lowered my boxers. As soon as I had stepped out of them June rolled her stole in from of me. She reached out with her left hand and took hold of my limp cock. Her hand was cold but soft. She held my cock strait up in the air as she fondled and massaged my balls with her right. I was glade she wasn’t warring gloves, I hate the feel of latex. I was just getting into her messaging my balls when at once she moved her stole over to the table leaving me standing naked and confused. She was writing in her folders, as I asked “so, is it what…” cutting me off to reply ”yes, your sperm is blocked, but we can fix it here today. I need you to get one of those gounds on.” There was one on the table, I started to get dressed init. Nurse June finished writing “lay down on the table” I did so. “Are you nervous?” “Yes” I said softly. “Don’t worry” June said “Nurse Alyse will be taking care of you. You’ll like her, she’s young, blond and ready to ease any nearness you might have. But for now close your eyes and take deep breaths.” Nurse June took my hands above my head. I didn’t what she was doing until I felt metal rings close around my wrists. I opened my eyes to see that Nurse June had handcuffed me to the bed. I stared to struggle. “Just relax Derrick, it’s for your protection, this can get a little rough.” She smiled at me as said it and I believed her. She sank down and poled up a blanket and spread it over me. “It might be a little while until nurse Alyse comes. This will keep you worn until then.” Nurse June turned and then left closing the door behind her.

I felt like an hour had passed when the door handle turned. I looked up to see a short, young blond woman enter the room, “Hi Derrick” she said. She had a covered tray that she set down on a table beside the bed but it was higher then my head so I couldn’t see what was on it when she removed the cloth. I could only make what I thought was a blue round plastic object. “I’m Nurse Alyse, I hear you have an ejaculation problem, well I’m hear to fix it.” She had a wonderful smile. “Are you ready?” She asked as she removed the blanket that covered me. “I guess so” I replied. “good”. She polled the knots holding the gound together then pulling it to the side reviled my soft cock. That is a very pretty cock you have”. I said nothing. She took a bottle of k-y lube and pored some into her hands. One hand gently stroked my cock and the other massages my balls. You seen nervous, are you? “A little”, “I know what will help” she said. She moved backwards until I could see her head to toe. Reaching up she unzipped her white Nurse uniform, her beautiful C tits rolled out as she stood in nothing but her red g-string. She gave me a wink and pulled down her paints reviling a neatly trimmed monde of public hair. “What do you think?”, “Your very sexy”. “Thanks” as she ran her hands over her breaths. “I have to get you really heard now” with that she took a penis pump off the try and guided my cock into it. “Will this hurt?” I asked “no, but you will feel it.” I felt the rim of the pump press down around my cock and I watched as she toke the handle and pumped three times on it. Each time I felt my cock expand and get polled. It was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. “How does this feel?” She asked. “All right” I said. “I’m going to pump you a few more times, just relax” I took a deep breath as she pumped it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she pumped my again. As she pumped my for the six time I let out a cry of pleasure, “oh god that feels good”, “glad to hear you enjoyed it.” Alyse smiled. She pulled the penis pump away, my rock hard cock lay against my belly. “Time for the handjob, this is my favorite part”. Watch as she put on latex gloves and a vibratory off the try. Holding my cock up in the air, she ran the vibratory over the underside and head of my cock. “You must be enjoying this!” I smiled. She guided the vibratory over my head and down my cock and onto my ball then back up again several times. She took a deep breath, “you not cumming like I expected, I’m going to have to try something else.” With that she spread my legs and sat down at the end of the bed facing me. She unhooked her shoes, reviling her lovely feet. She put her feet on my chest, ”I’m going to give you a footjob now but I need you to suck my toes, ok?”, “Why” I asked, “because it well get me wet”. She moved her right foot to my lips. “Please” She begged. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, her toes dived in and I sucked and licked them the best I could. Removing her foot she said ”Now the right one” and put her right foot to my mouth, I suck and licked it as well. “Thanks” as she removed her foot from my mouth, “now for the footjob”. She grabbed the bottle of K-y and covered her feet with it. She took my cock in between her feet and stroked slowly up and down. It felt amazing, I begin to moan with each stroke and she quickened her pace. I was sweating and moaning “oh My God this is so fucking good. I’M GOING TO CUUUUUM” My hips buckled and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. A long stream of sperm shot up and landed on her ankle as my cock pored cum down my shaft all over her feet and on my balls. I lay back breathless. “that must have feel amazing, now its time for you medicine.” Alyse grabbed a mettle spoon off the try and begin to collect my sperm from her feet and my balls into it. Once it was filled to the brim with my sperm Alyse get off the bed and stands beside me again. “It that my medicine?” “Yes it is” as she hodes the spoon in frond of my mouth. “But that’s my sperm” I said, “I know, you need to drink it”. “NO, I’m not going to drink my own sperm” I exclaimed. “Look Derrick either you drink your sperm willingly or I will have to force you to drink it. Please don’t make this hard for you”. “I’m not drinking it” I said. “Fine. Here it goes”. She grabbed the blue object which turned out to be a funnel and put it to my lips. I tried to close my mouth but she forces the tip of the funnel through my teeth and into the back of my through. “Now you are going to drink you sperm”, with that she turned the spoon upside down over the funnel as my sperm pored out into the hole at the bottom and flowed into the back of my throat. It was worm and salty and it had a horrible taste. Nurse Alyse removes the funnel and held my mouth closed with one of her hands and massaged my throat with the other. “Just let it slide down you throat.” I tried to stop but her messaging made it impossible and I had to give in, with a loud swallow I let my sperm down my throat. “That’s a good boy. See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She smiled and I couldn’t help but to nod my head no. “Well, now that it over I need to clean you up”. With that she pointed my sperm covered cock to her mouth and suck the remaining cum into her mouth, taking her cock out of her mouth she gave a load swallow and smiled. I smiled back.        

Pillow talk

badlybent on Wife Stories

My husband and I married while we were in college and have enjoyed a happy and normal life. Like a lot of couples, we both work and pursue the American dream. We have new cars, a nice house, and belong to all of the right clubs.  

During our twenty year marriage, we have had our ups and downs but generally we have been happy. 

Everything was going along fine with us. Then one night last year, we were lying in bed engaging in some pillow talk. The conversation was sexual and drifted to past experiences. That had always been a forbidden subject with us. We both knew that neither of us were virgin when we married and agreed then to never discuss past se

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xual adventures. Joe (my husband) was always the jealous type so it was better that he didn't know of my sexual past. What brought this up was earlier in the evening we had run into a male friend I knew from high school. Joe was curious to know if I had ever dated him.

I didn't want to lie to him but I also didn't want to discuss it for fear of how he would get. I knew he would be jealous even though it was a long time ago. Joe kept pressing the issue and I finally gave in. I admitted to dating the guy in high school. Joe wanted to know all about it. That prompted a series of questions I was hesitant to answer.

Joe: Did you two kiss?

Me:  yes

Joe:  French kiss?

Me:  yes

Joe:  Did you two kiss a lot?

Me:  I guess so. We dated several times.

Joe:  Did he feel your tits?

Me:  (I hesitated) Yes he did but that was a long time ago.

Joe:  Did he kiss your tits?

Me:  Yes, I guess he did

Joe:  Did you like it?

Me:  I guess. I really don't remember.

Joe:  Did he fuck you?

Me:  NO

Joe:  Finger fuck you?

Me:  Do we really have to talk about this?

Joe  Yes now tell me.

Me:  OK, If you really must know. Yes he did. 

Joe:  Now we are getting somewhere. Did he finger fuck you a lot?

Me:  I don't know. It happened a few times

Joe:  Did he get you off?

Me:  I think so. I really don't remember

Joe:  Did a lot of guys finger fuck you?

Me:  Does it matter? I really don't want to talk about this.

Joe:  Yes. I want to know

Me:  A couple of guys did. Are you happy now?

Joe:  Did you get him off?

Me:  That is enough. It was a long time ago. No more questions

Joe:  That sounds to me like you did get him off. I want to know more.

Me:  (I'm angry now) OK, fine. Ask anything you want. Just don't get upset about the answers you get.

Joe:  Well did you get him off?

Me:  yes

Joe:  You said you didn't fuck him so how did you do it?

Me:  With my hand at first

Joe:  At first? Did you suck him off too?

Me:  Do you really want to know?

Joe:  Yes

Me:  Yes I did

Joe:  Did what?

Me:  (angrily) I sucked his cock

Joe:  How many times?

Me:  I don't know. A dozen or more times I guess.

Joe:  Did you swallow?

Me:  Not at first but most of the time I did.

Joe:  did you like his cum?

Me:  I got used to it.

Joe:  Did you suck off all the guys you dated?

Me:  Not all but he wasn't the only one.

Joe:  Did you like sucking cock?

Me:  I liked keeping them happy and I didn't want to get pregnant.

Joe:  About how many cocks have you sucked?

Me:  I don't know. Never kept count.

Joe:  A dozen?

Me:  probably

Joe:  More then that?

Me:  Maybe, I really don't know

Joe:  Did some guys date you just to get a blow job?

Me:  I'm sure some did

Joe:  Did you ever fuck any of those guys you sucked off?

Me:  I'm tired of questions. How about me showing you how I sucked all of those cocks.

I moved down in the bed and took my husbands cock into my mouth. That ended the conversation. A few weeks later we had a conversation about guys I had sex with. If there is enough interest I'll post that too.

Feel free to e-mail me about anything at classroomb4@aol

Jeanne

         

  

Dear Diary Ch. 01

Nikkie on Sex Stories

The last time I remember having used or even seen my old diary was about four years ago, after my husband and I got married and found a new home. It was a new start for me; I did not feel the need to have to mark down every single event of my married life.   I was on a path into a new territory, and I would remember everything. Every minute, day, and occurrence, every happy moment, probably every bad moment, too, everything would get imprinted in my memory. Or so I thought.

 

Years went by and I started thinking of my good old diary again. At first, I believed I had misplaced it in o

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ne of the moving boxes and since there were still a few that have not been emptied even after all this time, I believed it still might be there. Of course the old memories did not escape me, but I wanted to refresh them. I wanted to remember how my mind used to work and perceive life. I really yearned to see how much I have forgotten and how good my selective memory had become. Mike always claimed that I was an expert at remembering only what I wanted to.

 

I have to admit that despite loving Mike more than I had ever loved anyone in my life, there are moments when I daydream back into the past and think of previous relationships. Later on I might dismiss those thoughts as ludicrous, but in times of dwelling, my mood is dangerously aloof and should I have an opportunity to do it all over again with one or two lovers from my past life right there and then, I probably would.

 

Last week, we had decided that due to sharing our little home with three dogs and two cats, it was becoming too crowded, and we agreed to remodel the closed-in patio, which now served as a storage and dumping place and rebuild it into an additional room. We were to have a garage sale and get rid of as much junk as possible, and if lucky, make some money on the side, too.

 

Besides our workout equipment, which basically served as a dust collector, old clothes that were too small or too old to wear but still too dear to be discarded, some atrocious furniture, which we were simply too lazy to throw out, I had found three boxes from the time of our initial move, packed to the brim with books.

 

I dug into the boxes with great pleasure, as I had hoped to find books that I might want to re-read, and probably some that were never even cracked open, bought on one of my impulsive binges and stored for the later times when I would have more time to devote to them.

 

As I was emptying the last of the boxes containing old sci-fi novels, which I seriously suspected would be the first ones to be designated as items for sale the following weekend, to my great amazement, I saw my old diary, it’s cover faded and with traces of coffee stains, laying on the bottom, dusty and alone. My heart jumped with excitement and I eagerly took it out of its prolonged imprisonment, pressing it to my chest and closing my eyes in silent gratitude. It had an odd smell of staleness, the texture of its cover familiar to my fingers.

 

I had kept a meticulous diary when it was first given to me, after which it lay discarded for years. It had been a gift from my mother, who brought it from her honeymoon in Italy after she married my step dad George. It was a combination of an address book, diary and a notebook, the size of a big paperback and just as thick, and if I was to use it as a chronicle of my young life, I could have probably squeezed in a few years, because as a teenager I had allowed myself very little fun and didn’t date at all.

 

The cover of the book was a mixture of soft pastels; peach and pink running into pistachio green and baby blue. In the middle of the cover was an upright oval circle with the cartoon picture of Holly Hobbie, who at the time was the rave among young girls, just as Pokemon might be for kids today, or Jessica Simpson for the teenagers.

 

On my book, Holly is wearing a big blue sunbonnet and a patchwork pinafore, happily strolling through the meadow with a wicker basket hanging over her arm filled with what looked like small field flowers. The sweet innocence of the girl had reminded me of my early years with heavy nostalgia. The image itself made me miss my school friends, most of who still live in a small town thousands of miles away from Chicago where I had moved when I began college never to return. It made me miss my mom, who had since remarried for the third time, my ex-step dad George and his quiet kindness, my sisters Hope and Alison, who were always in my hair and on my case, feeling that the simple fact of being older than me allowed them to do so.

 

As I started college, I again made use of my diary, carefully documenting all my escapades, mainly with guys, turning my innocent little diary into an erotic confessionary, always terrified that a pair of uninvited eyes might take a peek.

 

I placed the book in my lap and opened it, immediately cringing in embarrassment. Over twenty years ago when I was fourteen, I had a huge crush on Rick Springfield, and his image was the first I saw. Actually, it must have been some thirty images of him, plastered all over the first two pages. Black and white pictures from the newspapers, colored ones from the magazines, overlapping in a shabby-chic array, which is very tiresome to the eye. Rick Springfield wearing a red leather jacket, Rick in a black T-shirt, Rick at a concert, caught in midair, kicking his legs to one side, his head flung back, clutching on a guitar, his long hair waving wildly, Rick on a motorcycle, Rick in doctor’s scrubs from the General Hospital, young Rick, older Rick, Rick wearing glasses, Rick wearing shades… Rick, Rick, Rick.

 

“Yuck!” I giggled. What was I thinking to be this obsessed by somebody who was not a reality, at least not to me?   No wonder I never dated properly!

 

I turned the page only to find more Rick, now becoming seriously annoyed over my own stupidity.

 

“Glad I’m over that one!” I chuckled, finally reaching the double page with no Rick’s pictures on it. Instead, the left side held two yearly calendars, 1981 and 1982, the opposite continued with calendars of 83 and 84, each one occupying half a page. There were no spaces for writing, just numbers; for each year, three months in a row, four in a column, Saturdays and Sundays in grey, weekdays in black and holidays in red. Many of the festive days I didn’t recognize and it dawned on me that they must have been Italian, therefore unfamiliar.

 

In May, June and July of 1981 I appeared to have been very conscientious, carefully circling five or six days in a row of each month with a red pen, obviously the days of my periods. After July however, there was no more markings until September of 1983, and they continued for another four months after which seizing altogether. I have never been consistent and disciplined with anything, even the tracking of my own periods. That is why I had so many scares later in life when I thought I was in my “safe” days and had had unprotected sex, only to sweat a number of sleepless nights, praying to God in whom I didn’t believe anyway, promising I’d do anything, just please, please, PLEASE, don’t let me be pregnant. The thought that I might be chancing something worse than pregnancy never occurred to me in those days.

 

I shook my head in disbelief and turned another page. Here, more detailed calendars began; the ones where each month takes the whole page, each day in a margin of its own, so that one can scribble in notes and reminders. Again, May and June of 81 were full, written all over with my awkward, still childish hand, using different colors, from red, blue and black, to green and purple, which at the time were the peak of sophistication for a teenager. Math test; History test; Chemistry test; English and German tests in one day. I wondered how I ever managed to keep my sanity with all this testing forced upon my obviously completely immature brain.

 

The rest of the notes were inevitably pertaining to birthdays, a very important event in a young girl’s life, especially her own. Danielle BD – January 23 rd ; Daria BD – March 9 th ; Cynthia BD – March 23 rd ; Bo-Jane BD – October 2 nd ; Janie BD – October 11 th ; Zora BD – October 22 nd ; Tania BD – October 24 th and then again 25 th . I was obviously not certain when Tania’s birthday was, and to this day I still don’t now. Mom BD – October 26 th ; Dad BD – December 25 th . Surprisingly, there were no notes on when my sisters’ birthdays were. They must have pissed me off enough not to include them with the rest of the gang in my precious book.

 

And of course, there was my birthday: Nikkie BD – April 4 th . Why I had to mark my own special day like that I cannot explain. It’s just something a teenage girl does. Call it egocentric but I’m almost willing to bet that if you peep into a diary of your little sister, your daughter or even in your own, in case you’ve saved it from a long time ago, theirs or your name would be proudly written in the margin which represented the happy day, probably using one of the cool colors, like green or purple. To my defense, I have also included names of the celebrities of whom I knew shared my birthday: Maya Angelou, Anthony Perkins, Christine Lahti and Muddy Waters. I was always most proud to point out that Miss Angelou was born on the same day as me! Muddy I only knew by name, but have gathered early in life that his music had made him a legend of blues, - or was it jazz? - and therefore decided to include him, too. Again, let’s not forget the teenage egocentricity.

 

I also wondered over the need to include the ‘BD’ after each name. Even after all these years, having missed some twenty celebrations of each of the people that I had so faithfully marked down, I still know their birthdays by heart. I might not always bother to call or send a card, but I do remember them on their special days. I glanced over August and cringed. Of course I couldn’t have missed Rick Springfield and his BD on the 23 rd !

 

After flicking through the margined calendars – there were only years 81 and 82, obviously book makers were hoping that a girl would either get too bored with that one and buy a new one, or worse still be so productive that she would completely fill it out and would absolutely need another – the part with addresses followed.

 

Half a page was devoted to each letter, X, Y and Z sharing the same half. Obviously, there are not too many people in the Italian world with first or last names beginning with those letters. My XYZ box only held one name, address and phone number – Zora. The friend with BD on October 22 nd .

 

I don’t remember drinking heavily at the tender age of fourteen, but should one browse through my address book, one would be certain that I had a serious problem with departmentalizing. I could tell which names were scribbled in first; they were all written in blue colored pen, each properly sorted by the last name and I must have put a lot of effort and care into my handwriting, as despite looking unaesthetic now, it appears to be somewhat consistent and eligible.

 

The next batch was sorted by the first names, handwriting already deteriorating, colors varying.

 

After getting tired of orderliness, I just wrote names as they came, filling out the blank spaces that were available, starting in the A box. Dolores Anderson, Cynthia Axelrod, Abigail Matthews, and Aimee Stephenson shared this particular space with Maryanne Pinsky, Laurie Kinnard and Xenia, whom despite the uniqueness of her name and all my best efforts, I cannot recall.

 

Personal information packed boxes all the way to and including F, after which only the names from the “first” and “second” batches, when I was still trying to maintain some kind of order were dotting the pages. I nostalgically noted that each name held one or at the most two phone numbers – home and maybe a second home if the person was a victim of divorced parents. No cell phone numbers present; early 80s were blessedly lacking those most convenient, yet annoying little suckers.

 

The most bizarre thing that I had noticed when skimming over the names of my friends was that they all lived on the same street as me, only one or two doors down, some even in my apartment building, which made careful marking of each address, including zip code completely redundant. I suppose in those tender years I still displayed the ambition for some sort of organized arrangement, which later in life I have never quite achieved.  

 

Again shaking my head in amazement, I quickly browsed through the address book pages until I came to the notebook part. A bust picture of smiling Rick Springfield, his perfect hair obviously fan blown with a painstaking care, his pearly whites sparkling with an unnatural glow, a trace of eyeliner and soft rouge nearly made me drop the book back in the box and forget about it forever. I remember this particular picture of Rick used to be my favorite.

 

Instead, I turned the page. In an obviously more mature handwriting, which I recognized as mine, but a few years older than the one used for address and BD entries, there were lists upon lists upon lists. Just as in my early teenage years I had been obsessed with addresses, which later on turned into compulsion to make extensive notes on things that I felt I needed to buy, read, research, record, and see. Also, there were lists of things I did – again, mainly books I have read and movies I have seen.

 

I have obviously just finished and been impressed with Philip Jose Farmer’s ‘Riverworld Novels Series’ and had planned to dig into Tolkien next. I have devoured volumes of Jean Plaidy books and was getting ready to read Victoria Holt afterwards – I cringed. Loving Stephen King, I have hoped that Clive Barker would turn out to be just as good if not better. Each title of the book that I had read had a little check mark next to it. I suspect that different colors used were some sort of color code, which would reveal of how good or bad I thought the story was, but I can’t remember the details of its legend now. The list of my favorite songs reads like a compilation of 80s music – Human League, Spandau Ballet, Soft Cell, Alison Moyet, and Eurythmics. Notably, American music was not very dear to my heart. Skipping over a few more pages of books, music and movies, which by now have revealed that my taste in written, sang and filmed art had been quite poor, I stumbled upon yet another list. This one made me shudder and then giggle.

 

A list of baby names. Despite the fact that even as early as my late teens I had decided that I didn’t want any kids – and have to proudly point out that this had been one of the very few things in life I had avoided to change my mind about – there were two full pages of boy and girl names. Saffron, Siobhan, Sinead, Taraya, Tamara, Tiyana and Tahar   – apparently very impressed by the names beginning in S or T; Maya, Farida, Farrah, Zala, Masika, Khepri, Anat, Matuya followed those, and the list went on and on. I was not even certain if they were all real names found in a book, or whether they were just a fruit of my imagination. I was not interested to put myself through the same torture with the list of boys’ names.

 

I flipped a few pages. Recipes – did I really believe I could learn the simple and yet complicated art of cooking? Most of the recipes had an accompanying marginal note of “difficult”.

 

I went forward. I stumbled upon a complete list of English kings and queens from 1250 AD to the present time. I vaguely remembered a paper that I had worked on for weeks regarding the subject.

 

I skipped on. My own makeshift vocabulary of words that I came across when reading and didn’t understand, their meanings and examples in sentences carefully jotted next to them. One of them being saturnine, a word that had a nice ring to my ear, even though its meaning was less than cheerful.

 

I went forward. Another list of books, this one for the curriculum requirement. Dostoyevski, Tolstoy, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Wilde and Joyce. No wonder I was ‘saturnine’ during my teenage years.

 

I vaguely remembered that there should have been something more inside my book, something very personal and hopefully after all these years amusing to read. Where was it, though?

 

I kept flipping the pages, two, three, ten, twenty at the time. The book was more voluminous that I had expected. It seemed like I had acquired a mass of computer data information and wrote it down for future reference.

 

Then, I remembered what I used to do when writing secret things down. I closed the diary and with the back cover facing me, turned it upside down. Now I opened it again and bingo. Here was what I had been looking for. My clandestine life, hidden from my family and usually from most of my friends, too.

 

To an untrained eye, the writings were a complete nonsense. To a person with passion for puzzles it would have been instantly clear that this was written in a code. My own – not hard to break, should someone take time and effort to do so. Certainly not interesting enough to my sisters who were nosy, constantly snooping around, yet too lazy to attempt the deciphering.

 

Even I couldn’t read it smoothly any longer. I paused for a moment, seriously considering whether I had time to do this. I was supposed to be cleaning out the patio room in an attempt to get things ready for the weekend. However, this was too much of a temptation.

 

I placed the book on an old coffee table and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of hot chocolate and find a pen. I would need to write it all down if I wanted to be able to read it again. Now at least I understood that Mike had never read it. He wouldn’t have the time or energy to do a complicated task of code breaking, no matter how interested in my life before him.

 

I returned with a mug of hot chocolate, can of soda and plate of sandwiches with their crusts cut off, exactly as I liked them. I had completely given up on any kind of work in the patio storage for the day. The task that I was about to undertake would devour most of the day; hopefully, I’d be able to finish before Mike came home from work.

 

Sheba, my longhaired grey cat brushed against my leg and quietly meowed, requesting to be given some attention. “Come on, pretty girl.” I said, picking her up and pressing a loud smooch on her beautiful head. “You can stay, but I need a promise that you won’t tell on me. This is just between us girls, eh?” I looked deep into her intoxicating green eyes and as if answering, she purred softly. “Alright, then.” I said, opening my dear diary.

 

I ripped out a clean sheet of paper and wrote down an entire alphabet. Underneath, I wrote another set, this time moving the first letter three spaces to the left, which is how I constructed my code. The letters read:

 

A    B    C    D    E    F    G

 

x     y     z     a     b     c     d

 

For each A in a word I used X, for B letter Y and so on. Like I said, nothing to prove me a genius, yet clever enough to keep my secrets to secretive.

 

The first page was titled ARHB – October 1985. I didn’t need to de-code that one. I knew exactly what it meant. It was about Duke, the guy I lost my virginity to. October 1985 was when it happened.

 

For a moment I seriously considered abandoning the project of prying into my past. Was it wise to do so? Then, I though: ‘too late to turn back now’. My curiosity had been aroused and I wanted to relive the moments of my firsts.

 

I took a sip of hot chocolate and dug into work. It had taken a good hour to finish the first diary entry, but after a couple of paragraphs I refreshed my memory on the code that I was almost able to read it without a problem, just as I used to, almost twenty years ago.

wonder blowjob hmmmmm

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"hmmm...." groan Jennifer as she sucked on his cock.  Jennifer has a puffed cheeks and nice sexy mouth, and the sexiest of all she likes to make "hhmmm..." noise in a sexy manner that always make any guy cock stand up to her suggestions.  This time she suck as if more enjoyable than an ice cream.  "hmm..! your cock tastes nice... I was to suck the seed out of you" Jennifer said sexily.

 He could not really believe that he is receiving the best blowjob from the Blowjob Queen.  She suck like a million guys, and any guys who knew her said that she gave the best bj in the world.  Especially, they could just cum endless at her "hmmm..." sounds which suggested delicious sexiness.

She runs her tongue continuously

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around his cock and he stiffened it as if an army sergeant command a soldier to stand straight.  And she bobbed her head up and down his shaft making him shivers with cum.  Cum built up in his balls for the moment of cumming hard.  He grabbed her hair and ram her face into and out his cock.  Instead of gagging, Jennifer "hmm..." all the way.  Then, he could stand any longer and cummed and cummed into her mouth.  She sucked and sucked all the white gooey smelly salty seed down her throat and "hmmm..." all the way.  She basically ate all his seed.  And "hmmm..." all the way sexily as she licked clean his cock.  

 

 

 

 

 

The Bus Ride...

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I was sat at the back of the bus when she got on. It was a boiling hot summers day and it was terribly uncomfortable. The bus was full apart from one available seat at the side of me. As she sat down her leg gently touched mine. I looked to my side but she was facing forward. I noticed a drop of sweat come down her neck and between her breats, I immeadiatly turned away as i felt her eyes on me. I kept turning my head to the side to see if she was looking at me but she wasn't. However I felt her leg pressing against mine and slowly moving up and down against it. I was wearing some white shorts and felt my cock starting to go hard and it gradualy starting to pull my shorts back. I sharply and definately not casually leaned forward and pretended to tie my shoe lace. As i leant forward, I r

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evealed the bottom of my back. Her finger tips moved up my ever so sligthly moved up my back and in the shock i had lost my hard on. I jumped back and again turned to my side to see her still facing forward but with a smile on her face. She playfully scratched down my back and my body went goospimply. The bus then stopped and the woman got up, she grabbed my hand and pulled me with her. As i got off the bus she said "I'm sorry, I don't know why i did that." when then went for a drink and exchanged numbers. the next night (early morning - 5.30am), I couldn't sleep. My clock ticking at the side of my head was driving me crazy so i through it too the floor. I then pulled my boxers off and through them to the floor and began to rub my cock. Our maid then entered my room too see if everything was okay. I said "I can't sleep." she then stroked my back and whispered in my ear while i gradually pressed up against my matress. She then said "Why don't you get up, i'll make you some food." "Leave me alone i'm tired" i replied. She then began to tickle me and said "get up lazy arse!" She then started to pull the covers off me and before i could stop her they was off. She saw my hard wet cock and turned away as she exited the room she said "I'll put your breakfast on and let you finish off." I came down stairs minutes later. "Enjoy that" with a smirk on her face, she put my food on the table and said "Enjoy this, i'm off to bed." I then went and had a shower and got dressed. I sat in the dark on my window cill with my curtains almost fully closed puffing away on a ciggy when I saw a girl open her curtains. She instantly looked to my window, she knew i was there. She teasingly took off her pijamas and went to take a shower, she came back naked with a hand towel rubbing herself dry. She Put on her clothes and left her room and soon after her house. I banged my head against the window and got up the nerve to call the girl on the bus. (Her name is Ashley if you was wondering) I immeadiatly hung up.

I went to school and continued with my day. After school my and my mates and a few girls went for a swin in fullwood lake. We all stripped off and played about. All our clothes where in seperate piles so we all knew who's where who's and where they was. When I got out I couldn't find my, I didn't tell my friends but got back in and said "I'm just going relax for abit." In a panic of looking around the side of the pond and woman emerged from the woods surrounding the lake, wearing a short skirt and low cut top she dropped my clothes on the floor and then hers. It was Ashley. We Stayed there for hours, until it got dark. We then went into the woods we layed our clothes on the ground and lied back, we cuddled together freezing cold and shared our first kiss.

I picked her up and pushed up against a tree. I thrusted my throbing cock inside of her and felt her pussy grip it. I grabbed her ass cheeks as she gave it me back, I couldn't hold it and blew a load inside of her. I put her down and looked at her dissapointed face, I wanted her so bad and couldn't help cuming early. I nibbled her ear then brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed her softly as i pressed up against her ass feeling her tits. I turned her around and began licking her nipples then blowing on them, I felt her shiver. I licked down her tummy to her hot dripping pussy and kissed her other lips while i cupped her breasts in my hands, I stuck my tongue as far as it would go, her back began to arch and she gave me a facial. Pouring her pearly white cum onto my face. She fell forward and i then licked around her asshole, it opened up wide, and stuck my tongue in there before pushing my cock inside her ass. I heard my thighs slapping against her ass as her body shook. She screamed in pain but didn't want my stop. I playfully bite her neck and pulled her hair. I cumed in her ass and she fell back on me. I propt her up and stroked her body. She turned around and began stroking my arms, legs, chest for half an hour before she took my dick in her mouth. She licked then tip and then wanked me while she was kissing my balls. She rolled over and I sat off her face while I thrusted into her mouth, she kept gagging put as i pulled away she pressed my ass foward until i cumed, Her mouth was dripping with cum and rubbed it on her body. We fell back and cuddled again when i felt her stroking my asshole. She said "Can she try something with me." I obliged. She bent me over like a dog, the same way i had her earlier and thrusted her fingers in my ass, She pressed against my prostate and i never cumed so hard, for so long, i cumed all over the front of her top. She finished by licking my asshole, telling my to relax. We then cuddled and fell asleep. I woke up at five and decided to go down on her while she was sleeping. She gradually woke up. For most of the time she was half asleep, breathing deeply , when she awoke she cumed almost instantly, but I didn't stop for 40 minutes when my tongued cramped up.

We jumped back in the lake and washed our selves clean of the dirt from the woods. We put on our clothes which where soaking wet, dirty and drenched in cum. We then went to nearest bus stop and sat at the back of the bus together when it arrived. We went out for A year, but broke up a few months ago but remained good friends.

Painting You

Fyre on Sex Stories

Painting You, by Fyre

You come in from the heat of the yard to find a large piece of canvas spread across the kitchen floor. You’re wet and sweaty from mowing the lawn and you wipe your forehead with the flannel sleeve of your rugged shirt. I love it when you look so hot. So masculine.

"Whatcha doing?" You ask, pulling a cold beer out of the fridge.

"I was thinking of painting something."

"What?" You’ve subconsciously flipped the top open and taken a long draught. I can almost feel it cool you off as you settle down in a sigh on a wooden chair near the canvas.

"I want to paint you."

"Okay," you say, a little intrigued. After all, you have never been painted before. "Isn't that

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a pretty big piece of canvas for that?"

"I didn't know how much I would need."

I step behind you. "I’m going to start now. No more questions."

I flip on the stereo and music swells out from the speakers, and erupts into the room, leaving no space for conversation. The music is artsy and abstract. Dramatic, then subtle. I stand behind you and start to rub your shoulders. The tension of your day stands in knots behind your neck.

You drink your beer. You hand it to me, and I finish it.

"You want another?" I offer.

"That’d be great."

This time, I open it, take a long drink, then move to kiss you and push the taste in with my tongue. You kiss me, a little surprised. Sometimes I’m a little stingy with kisses. You grab my ass.

"Not yet," I say and pull your hands away. "Okay, back to the regularly scheduled program..."

You wonder what the hell I have up my sleeve.

I cross over to the counter. You take a swig of beer. I bring a tray covered with small bowls and cups from the refrigerator.

"Now what’re you doing?"

"Stop talking."

"Is this for the painting?" you ask.

"No questions," I insist and answer you with a soft kiss on the forehead. I start to rub a paste on your cheeks. I dab the stuff on, smoothing it over soft skin. The paste is a pale green, containing avocados or cucumbers or some such mess, and I whisper, "close your eyes," and place chilled, damp tea bags over your eyelids. I continue spreading the cream on your face, and leave your lips in the middle, bare, and oh, so kissable. Problem is, I couldn't find your lips without getting some of that thick paste all over my own face.

Another quick preparation, and the microwave pings that something is ready.

I take two bowls out of the microwave and touch the liquid to my wrist, checking the temperature.

"This is kinda fun," you say, eyes still closed behind tea bags. "I could get into this kind of special treatment. Could I order one up next Thursday?" I try not to laugh, because if you could see how funny your face looks covered with green vegetable goo, you might not want to do it again.

"Shh!" I whisper fiercely, and kneel down and remove your shoes. Nearby, I have a small tub of dissolved Epson salts and I place your feet into the warmth of that. While your feet soak, I take a warm wet cloth and remove the paste from your face. I take away the tea bags. I wash your face one more time, and then clean it with cotton balls soaked in some Mary Kay product that I pulled from the back of the bathroom closet. It smells sweet and clean. I take your feet out of the water, and dry them with a towel.

"Okay, I’m ready to paint you now."

What’s this? You wonder. You had to clean me up first? You feel a little pampered, but then you also feel pissed. What the hell was that all about? You sit up on the chair. You take a drink of beer. You decide to lay low and go with the flow.

"I’m gonna take your clothes off, ‘kay?"

Intrigued that I plan to paint you nude, you wonder what I will do with the painting after it’s finished. That canvas is pretty big. You hope it doesn't become the next billboard down by city hall.

I crouch in front of you, and start kissing your neck. I move to center front and find the first button with my mouth. I unfasten that with my teeth, grateful that the flannel is soft and the buttonholes are somewhat stretched. With a few twists and some teeth action, I soon have all the buttons undone and start to run my tongue down the front of your body to your belt. You stand to push the discomfort of a crowded cock to the loose part of your jeans. I unfasten faded jeans as you stand, and pull them down. Your huge cock springs into my face, and I ache to take you inside my mouth.

But that’s not the plan.

I want to just look at your body; I want to savor every detail. I pat the center of the canvas, and ask you to lie down on it.

"I am going to paint you."

With that, I motion for you to roll on your stomach, and turn away to get a tray. You mutter, "What the fuck?" but you are not interested in having some sort of showdown with me now about wills. Your cock knows how to slide home to the back of my throat with no effort, and you know that whatever little game I have going here will lead ultimately to that. Since it means you have to wait, you’ll wait.

I start to squeeze my "paint" out of a tube. I take a brush, and begin painting your back, then I stop. With a grease pencil, I make dark, demanding circles across your back and then the paint brush strokes resume, soft, and deft. At some points they start to tickle, the paint solution drooling down, and then I take a different brush, with different bristles and take a different solution and paint with that. I cover your back and then paint your legs, and then I start to paint your buttocks. I touch your skin only with the fine hairs of the paint brush, then take a small nylon scrubber dipped in a paste, and press that on, stippling, and clouding the area and the effect of the first paint. I paint with tiny brushes that tickle you lightly, then with natural sponges that brush the paints on with wrinkles and chasms folding inside. The aromas from the various oils engulf the two of us, citrusy or spicy, heady and pungent. Some of the solutions I designed myself, searching for an array of scent and color–cinnamon, cloves, limes, peaches, even peppermint.

I trace your skin with strokes. All oiled, the brush feels like a tongue's caress. Many of the oils I’m using are heated, but some are straight from the refrigerator, and when I use a particularly warm one, your skin flickers a cringe as your body gets used to the new temperature. When I see that happen, I stroke, stroke, stroke it into a nearby area, longing to lean forward and smooth it all out with my mouth. I refrain, staining dark areas with vanilla, and other areas with cucumber oil that glistens. One oil is a reddish brown and it smells cinnamony and light. My passion paints visibly all across your back, huge swirls of color, vast sexual overtones. I ache for you.

"Roll over, Sweetie." I say, softly.

"I’m all wet." You protest, and I nudge at you, and you roll, leaving a smear of color on the floor cloth. Your erection springs up, and the tip curves almost to your belly button. I stand over you now wearing only a long white shirt, and you decide I must have changed quickly while you were on your stomach, waiting for something to heat up, or when you thought I had stepped away to retrieve something. You can look right up my shirt and see the hairs of my soft pussy, and above, the swish of loose breasts as I stand and reach to grab something on the counter top. I feel you starting to reach up to touch me. Deftly, I take a spray bottle of ice water and squeeze the trigger, jetting a cold stream into your face. It works on the cats.

You laugh at my efforts, "Hey hey" you say before settling back into the canvas so I can start to paint your legs.

One moment, I am using a two inch brush from the hardware store, and then I switch to a sponge brush with some coconut oil and I skip over your eager cock to paint your stomach. I take the grease pencil again, and I draw exotic flower shapes and dark birds across your skin, almost tribal elements. I paint with a small brush and color them in with a bluish tint. Another stain is a dark, coffee brown, and I paint you and you can smell it, it is thick, dark, espresso. I paint this on your chest and the strokes make your nipples stand to a hard ripple that I can hardly resist. I want to run my hands down your body and run all the colors together. I stand up and you look up at me, towering over you, and you can see my own nakedness under the flowing, soft shirt, and you long to reach up.

I laugh and brandish the squirt bottle threateningly, "Not yet!"

Then, I take a large red pomegranate out of the nearby bowl of fresh fruit and begin to pull off the hull in large, pithy pieces. The bright fruit is clinging to the milky flesh, with the pieces of crisp red berries dangling in clusters. I wipe my hair out of my face and a smear of brown covers my cheek. I crouch down over you, my pussy almost touching your stomach. Balanced there, I start to feed you pieces of the fruit. I want to smother you in a wave of erotic gestures, and this fruit with its belly full of eggs, my pussy wavering an inch away from your cock is just about enough to do you in. I put some fruit into my mouth and pass it to you with a kiss. The berries crunch as you bite them, and seeds drop away in pairs and bounce like scattered marbles. Drips of red juice drip away from my hands and splash onto your face on dark features.

I lay the fruit aside, and reach to pick up a stray seed that has fallen on your stomach. As I take the berry between my fingertips, I press it together with a snap, and then paint its redness with my fingertip across the one bare streak left on your shoulder. This is the first time I have touched your skin with my hand, and it signals a change, and soon I feel your hand tentatively snake up under my shirt and its warmth as you take hold of my breast. I relax right into your palm, for it is what I have been aching to yield against. You sit up beneath me, all painted and primitive, and I kiss you. Your hands unbutton my blouse, and at once it becomes an oily stained rag as you pull it off my shoulders.

You see the white canvas of my own skin and you want to paint me. You roll away, taking charge, filling your hands with oils and paints, then streaking them across my skin and body, rubbing and finger-painting the oils and scents into original designs, meticulously at first, then hurried and intense, loud and exclamatory as the music suddenly vibrates through the core of the room. You lower me down to the cloth, and continue to rub and massage color and oil into my skin. As your own body moves across the canvas, the oils and paints smear off in random design.

You spread my thighs apart and take a brush filled with water and rose petals and watch the strokes of warmth settle there on my inner legs. You dip the brush again, with chamomile tea scents and stroke it on my pussy, watching my body react to the heat. You know that the liquid next to it is much colder, so you dip a thick brush there, and then stroke my clitoris with that brush, deep and intense.

I start to feel a sudden tingly, burning sensation and quickly ask, "Which one was THAT." I clap my hand over my throbbing clit.

"What's wrong?" You ask, laying the paintbrush aside. "What happened?" You point to the dish that you had last dipped the paintbrush in. "What’s in there?"

"Straight tequila." I answer, "and I’m not sure it was designed to GO there. It doesn’t hurt, but it definitely gave me a kick start."

You move quickly down and with your warm mouth, lick away the throb of the alcohol and it disappears in a matter of seconds as I relax into your mouth. The music sweeps across me, the scents flooding my senses.

I start to sink into that place where I don't care, and my body reacts in rhythm to yours for a minute or two, then I pull away and stop you. This isn't supposed to be about me, it was intended to be about you.

I lean against you and take your cock abruptly in my mouth, sucking deeply and feeling it respond. I slide it way back and tease the base with my tongue. My hand reaches into one of the cold solutions for a small piece of ice. With you still deep in my face, I rub that ice against my clit. The cold shocks me, then the ice melts and water drips down my thigh, my fingers reaching and finding, my mouth eager. I slip off your dick, and start to touch with the cool hand that held the ice. Your prick springs away and I hear the "Ah!" of your breath as surprise catches you. I lick the colors off your chest, taste the oils away, and they smear into my face, as I swallow the flavor. Coffee, vanilla, stains from berries, I taste them one at a time, and my own face becomes a muddied mass of color as I kiss them away. Some of the stains will stay put for a couple of days, I think playfully. I hope our clothes will cover most of them. Lingering on your thighs, I think about these dark stains, a shared secret, like a hickey we have to hide.

Your balls are cradled in my hand, and I move to the side and take your cock again into my mouth. I long to feel you come inside me.

Your taste is thick. My tongue, patient and firm, finds you there, hips rocking up against me in welcome. The music reaches for us, and we decide on the same beat, and I pulse my tongue against the ridge there, my hands holding you and waiting for cues. In moments, you come. It rises out of you with an arch and a quiet thrust. I let the waves subside, stop licking, and hold you in my mouth. Then I roll you on your back and straddle to sit. You feel me selfishly rock flesh against your back to hit a spot and my hand finds it and smooths it away. You feel me above you, fingerfucking myself above your back, and you roll to watch. I scoot and embellish with my hand, the wetness, and the strokes. Later, I drop my hand, to massage your face, rubbing my scent into the stubble of your beard. I have no doubt that you will be hard in moments and this time I will ride it. I love to fuck. You love to watch me. It always lasts longer the second time, after I take the edge off.

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Later, as I wash up the paint pots, I survey the damage. The canvas is colored with a ripple of smears from our passion.  All in all, I think it was just about the right size.

Job for Trey Pt.1

Ragion on Sex Stories

    Hey, my name is Trey. I’m 17 years old, about 6 feet tall and of normal build. I’ve got shaggy ear-length light brown hair and blue eyes. I’m not the hottest guy around, but I’m not ugly by any means. This story starts off as I was walking around a shopping center applying at different stores for a job. Summer eats a lot of money – and I can’t live it right without a source of income.

            I applied at just about every store I went to – but none seemed as if they were hiring at all. The last store on this list was a bed, bath and beyond type of store. I figured, why not... even though it was all women, I might as well try. So after

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filling out the application, I asked where I could find the manager and was pointed to the back of the store.

            “Becky Farlop”. While glancing at the name tag on the door I knocked and waited. A second or two later, the door opened to reveal a very busty middle-aged women. She wore black rimmed glasses, a white blouse with a black mid-thigh loose skirt. Her dark brown hair fell to her middle back, and she stood a few inches shorter than me. Although quite older than me, she was a looker for sure.

            “Can I help you hun?” Becky asked me with raised eyebrows and tight lips.

            “Yes, my name is Trey, and I would like to hand in this application to you personally, Mrs. Farlop.”

            “And you couldn’t just hand it into the cashier?” She responded. It didn’t sound like a penetrating question, just a curious one.

            “Well I just wanted to make sure it went to someone who was in charge of the store. That way it may get more attention in their hands, yours, than sitting on a shelf under a register.”

            “Hmm, I like the initiative you took. I do need someone to stock the shelves, part-time. If you’d like, you can come in for the interview right now – I’m not busy with other business.”

            “Oh that’d be great. Thank you.”

            She opened the door to me and pointed to a chair sitting in front of her desk, then closed the door as she walked to her own desk chair. Becky’s office was small, but comfortable with a desk in the middle, a couch behind the door, two bookshelves, two chairs in all, and a small table with a plant.

            As I took my seat I noticed Becky bending over and pulling out a sheet of paper from a small stack. Her ass seemed quite fit for a woman around her late thirties. I noticed no ring on her left hand – so probably no husband. Even with her loose skirt on, one could tell she had the right curves.

            When she pulled the paper out, she looked backwards at me. My eyes instantly went to her face and I tried to give a friendly smile. Becky showed no emotion at my smile but sat down and said, “Alright let’s get started.”

            At first she just looked at the application and circled some things, and noted others. Then her voice caught my attention and asked, “Trey, how old are you?”

            “I’m 17.”

            “Do seventeen-year-olds always look at an older woman’s ass as she bends over?”

            Her question didn’t seem to sink in a first. I thought it was just nothing – not even real. But her questioning stare jolted my mind back to the suddenly bad situation at hand.

            “I… I didn’t realize I was staring. I’m sorry,” I stammered out.

            “So staring at an old ladies ass isn’t a normal thing for you?”

            Jeez, she just kept hammering the nail.

            “Well no, it’s not normal. But you’re definitely not an old lady. I wouldn’t say so.”

            With a smile now on her face she said, “Why thank you. Sorry to make it awkward for you. I’m just not used to young men giving me the look over.”

            Relief poured over me. And with relief came confidence. Becky was taking my staring as a compliment, which is always a good sign.

            “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable by staring a little bit. That wasn’t my intention. I just saw beauty and looked a little longer than necessary.” Silky smooth, I thought to myself.

            There it was: a slight blush, biting of the bottom lip, eyes looking down. “I wasn’t close to being uncomfortable, but as for beauty, I wouldn’t call my behind anything beautiful.”

            “I’m sorry to say this, but you must be crazy. You are very beautiful. Whoever you are currently with is a very lucky guy.”

            “You are too nice.” With a slight frown, she added, “But sadly, I’m not with anyone right now.”

            At this point I figured what the hell. I couldn’t care less if I didn’t get this job or not. I was bound to get a call from the other stores. Might as well swing for the fences while I’m at the plate with nothing to lose.

            “Is there anything I could do to help you out?” I asked, with a wink at the end of the question.

            Becky licked her upper lip - slightly, stood up and started walking over to me. “Yes, just sit still and let me get something I’ve missed out on for awhile now.”

            Grand fucking slam.

            She knelt down in front of me and slid her hand from my knees to my belt buckle. Her hand shook with anticipation as the belt was undone and the pants were unbuttoned. I stood up when she was done, and let her pull down both my boxers and pants. She was a very eager cock sucker, that’s for sure. My right hand held tightly to the desk as my left fell to my side, then to the back of her head as she took my dick into her mouth.

            She swirled her tongue around and around, then pulled off my cock and began licking from the base to the mushroom head. Becky’s right hand held my shaft as her left switched from tossing her hair back, to softly rubbing my balls. I was pretty much in heaven. I say pretty much because right after I thought that, she took my whole cock into her mouth, then her throat and sent her muscles massaging my dick. Then I was in heaven.

            She continued her licking and sucking for a few minutes before I felt that magnificent feeling creeping around down below. Looking down at her complete interest in sucking my dick, I figured she’d know exactly when to be ready – so I didn’t say anything. A moment later, the rushing began and with a deep breath (I’m not a loud guy when I cum) I let loose into her mouth.  Her left hand must have felt the activity because she immediately took just the head into her mouth, placed it on her tongue and opened wide – eyes directly on me as her right hand stroked up and down.

            Shot after shot went into her mouth, the first three going straight back, with the couple more letting go directly on her tongue. When I was pretty much done, and pretty much laying on the desk due to my legs giving out, she close her lips around my head, cleaned me up and opened her mouth to show me my destruction. Winking at me, she closed her mouth and I saw her Adam’s apple move up then down. I got the drift.

            “Your are truly incredible,” I pretty much gasped – my breath was just being caught again.

            “Why thank you Trey. And you are the perfect size ( 7 inches or so, just to give you the picture).”

            “Now it’s my turn.” I took her hand and helped her up from her knees, then sat her down on the couch, facing out. Getting down on my knees, I pulled of my shirt, hiked up her skirt and pulled down a pair of white lace panties. Oh my god, I thought to myself, she shaves. And sure enough there were her smooth lips glistening with some moisture already.

            My face dove forward, and her hands took hold of her thighs to help keep them apart. First I started off just kissing around her sex, teasing her a bit. Her reactions of complete need excited me like no other. But her three simple words of, “Lick me now!” put my priorities straight. Using my fingers I spread her lips apart and worked my tongue along the outside, just outside of her clit, but not touching. Keeping this rhythm going, I switched hands between one rubbing her inner thigh, and the other spreading the lips for my working tongue. Hearing her moans growing louder, I kept her pussy open with one hand and the other gently brushed her clit.

            Becky’s hands let go of her thighs and started pulling off her shirt and bra. But being the focused worker I am, I let my tongue slide down to her hole. First just licking around it, but then diving forward, spearing her like a dick.

            “Ohhhh, fuck yeah. Oh my god, fuck me with your tongue honey,” her moans were low but I heard them just fine.

            Driving in and out with my tongue I looked up to see her top was off, and her fingers of each hand were twisting the nipple of a tit. She was close, I could tell. Becky’s eyes were closed, bottom lip was white from being bitten down on, and her whole body was red. Now I made my move.

            My right hand and tongue switched places quickly. I took her clit in between my lips and flicked it back and forth with my tongue, while my index finger slid easily into her pussy.

            “Ohh, fuck, fuck fuck. OH please don’t stop. EVER!” She said quite loudly. A part of me didn’t want her to be heard, but another wanted for us to be found.

            After sliding in and out I put in two fingers – which brought her over the top. A slow hum was coming out of her mouth, her fingers pinched down hard, and her thighs brought a prison of flesh down around my head. Luckily I got a deep breath in before darkness closed in on me.

            I kept slight movements going throughout her orgasm, keeping the pleasure flowing – but not enough to go over the top. When she finally settled down, she was back to life in an instant.

            “You. Fuck. Me. Now.” Becky ordered at me as she stood up and bent over the back of the chair. “Go fast and hard babe, I need this so fucking bad.”

            To say I argued would be the largest overstatement ever. I practically ran at her and drove my cock in. I got behind her, grabbed her waist in my left, and directed the course of action with my right. With a slight push my head was in, and a moan came out.

            “All the way, all the way,’ she panted. But she wouldn’t get it that easily, no, no.

            Slowly, inch by inch, I moved my cock into her. Of course she tried to speed up the process, but I kept a firm two-handed grip on her ass. When her glorious ass cheeks met my thighs, then I started what she wanted. Fast. I immediately move back than forward and repeated again and again. I don’t think she got in another breath before it was pushed out through a low growl.

            Luckily Becky had a firm stance and a good grip; otherwise the chair would have toppled over. I think the only reason an alarm in the store didn’t go off was because her office was so far in the back of the store. But I’d imagine some customer heard a chorus of moans that wasn’t from the jazzy radio playing over the speakers.

            Slap after slap, my thighs met her ass. What a sight: dick appears, pussy tries to pull it back, pussy succeeds, dick disappears, ass cheeks ripple. In the middle of this, she took her left leg and put it onto the seat of the chair. Wow, I had such a better drive with this new gain in plowing distance. Although marginal – it added up. Plus her body rose more upright, causing us to come to almost touching. I slowly slide my hand up the back of her ass cheeks, through the taunt muscles of her back, over her sides, and the up her front. Both hands grasped a tit, and that is when I realized that she is stacked! I had more than a handful, and her nipples were just the right length when hard. I felt her hand come up and close over my hands, holding them to her tits – so I slowed down a bit. I didn’t want her falling over or anything.

            Kissing the back of her neck, I began to slide my hands from underneath hers (which promptly clasped onto her mounds of pleasure) and ran them down her stomach. I reached the thigh junction, rubbed the inside thighs for a moment (all happening while still driving my fuck stick into her wanting pussy) then cupped her pussy. Left hand fingers found her clit and rubbed away, while my right index and middle fingers rubbed around my cock and her hole.

            About three strokes later she started humming really low, again. I knew what this meant by now and sped up my rhythm. I was close to cumming myself, but not the same time as her. While she road out her climax, I continued pumping away.

            “Mmmm, oh god. Fuck. Are you almost there?” She asked between breaths.

            “Yeah, where do you want it?” I answered.

            With a squeal she said, “Just let it go inside of me, I’m on the pill for my periods. Fill me up babe.”

            I didn’t think a response in words was needed. I just gave her everything I had left in a burst of speed and a moment later drove in hard and stayed there. Spurt after spurt filled her up. A nice warm feeling flooded her pussy (“oohh god, that feels so good” –Becky) and a pumped a little bit to keep things flowing.

            When I was done, and my knees were stable, I slide out of her. The moment I was out though, she was down on her knees again. A manager, a cleaning lady, and a cum lover. If I get hired, I would be in a dream land.

            “You’re good to go,” Becky said when she was done licking all traces of me off of… me.

            “Was my interview a success?” I asked with a grin.

            Standing up with hands on her hips she said, “Be here tomorrow when the store opens at 9 a.m. And be ready for more questions about how well you can handle the job.” I noticed a trickled of my cum starting to slide down her inner right thigh.

            I might just like my new job, in a dream land.

Special Date

Kerra on Sex Stories

I was running late for a date Chris and I had planned for months. He and I were so much alike at times that one day we both were laying in bed after one of our heated sessions.. we started talking about our fantasies. We both have this fantasy of being intimate in a public place. But I think we were both just too scared or shy to actually act upon it. So we decided we were going to make a date out of it. Make it a date to never forget.. something wicked and fun. Today was the day.
 
He was supposed to pick me up around 6ish and it was already 5. I still needed to take a bath and make sure the babysitter was on her way over. Cheryl showed up about 10 mins after 5 and I hopped into the shower immediately. I couldn't get the image of his body out of my he
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ad. Those sexy pink nipples of his and the way his cock stands at attention with little help. It seemed as though no matter what kind of mood he was in I could easily get his cock nice and hard.  As I washed I could feel my juices starting to flow just thinking of what was in store. I knew him.. and in knowing him I also knew how imaginative he can be. I could not wait for him to get here. Cheryl was keeping the kids overnight so I need not worry about when we were finished.. no hurry to get home. 
 
Chris' car pulled up I guess while I was in the shower cause as I got out and wrapped myself in a towel I could hear the kids and his seductive voice playing in the hallway. He was chasing them up and down the hallway.. they were screaming with excitement. I began to wonder what he was wearing.. I stepped out of the bathroom and saw a glimpse of him. "Oh that bastard" I thought to myself as I glimpsed his dark maroon button up and his black Dockers. I could smell his cologne in the air and I KNEW he was going to make this one night a very special one. Every night seemed special with him.
 
I ran into the bedroom and latched the lock behind me.. fast enough so he could not see me yet. Laying down on the bed I slipped the towel off my body. My nipples were starting to get hard already from the fan blowing the cool air over my moist body. I wanted to make this night just as special for him as he plans to make it for me. So instead of grabbing my usual "sexy" black dress and flats, I decided I was going to wear the new dress I had gotten last week. It was a long calf length red dress.. satin with a red lace trim. it was low cut enough to hint at my large breasts but high enough so that you could not see much of them at all. Just the shape could be seen through the dress. It had no straps.. meaning no bra.. tight at the top and flowing as it reached my calves. You could clearly see my nipples popping through the satin.  I slipped on my black lace thong and my black garter belt.. attached the thigh high stockings and reached in the closet for the new shoes. They were strappy and high heeled... slim and seductive. The straps wrapped around my ankle and up my legs about 2 inches.  I sat on the bed and did my makeup.. then my hair.. Up or down I thought? Up defiantly up. I love the way he pulls my hair down in the heat of passion.. up most defiantly up this time. I pulled my hair up into a small roll near the top of my head.. let my bangs hang down and curled a few locks that hang out of the roll. "Almost perfect" I thought. I could hear someone at the door lightly tapping.. It had to be Christopher.. I walked over to the door and opened it.. His jaw dropped.. I was in bliss. I knew from his expression he approved of my attire and off we went into the wild world. Not of course without giving my babies the proper goodbye love first.
 
We went first to eat dinner.. It was a small quant restaurant. neither of us had eaten here before and we had talked about going often enough. we decided to try it out tonight. Lots of firsts I reckon.  As we ate I couldn't help but notice how he didn't take his eyes off of me. I enjoyed that fact tremendously. I would give him lots of evil smiles and wicked grins as I ate. I ran my leg up his from under the table.. Up to his thigh and lightly grazing against his slowly growing package, but not a word was actually said between us until after he paid the check.  He got up from the table and held a hand out to me.. As I reached for his hand and was getting out of the seat his face grew from a passionate stare to a wicked grin. "Keep smiling beautiful.. your time is on its way"  and that's all he had to say. I knew what was coming for me and I also knew how much fun it was going to be. we got out to the car and before he unlocked my door as usual to let me in he went to his side of the car and unlocked his. He opened the door and stood there for a few mins waiting. Watching as I stood on the other side of the car. He smiled.. got into the car and rumbled in the back seat for something.. slipped whatever it was into his pocket and slowly climbed back out. Closing his side and walked over to mine. he then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me like he has never kissed me before. Something wild and passionate about it this time. It stirred something inside of me that made me yearn for his touch on my skin immediately. Instead he opened my door and let me sit. Once inside the car he got down on his knees right outside of my door and turned me so that my legs were outside the car and he was squarely in between them. He placed his hand on my knee and slowly started rubbing and caressing my right leg..
 
"Christopher? What are you doing?" I asked him calmly
"you'll see my dear, You'll see"
 
he ran his hand completely up my leg and reached my inner thigh.. I started to breath heavily from his touch. God I love the way he touched me. the way his hands felt on my skin.. the heat.. the yearning I could feel in them. I leaned back lightly to give him more access.. instead of him placing his fingers against me I saw him reach into his pocket and palming something, he reached his left hand under my satin dress. I could feel his left hand pull my G-string aside and lightly graze my mound. I knew at this point there was nothing I could do to stop my wetness or to keep him from seeing how turned on I was so I leaned back further and closed my eyes.. waiting. He placed a small vibrator, about the size of a quarter, on my clit.. slowly turning it on he replaced my G-string to hold it in place and moved my legs back into the car then closing the door I could see his wicked grin on his face once again. As he walked around the car he never let his eyes wander form me sitting in there. He opened his door and as he was sitting he said
"I have a small remote in my pocket, and if and when I choose I can give you pleasure wherever without ever touching you" He smiled as he finished "As long as you do as I say and don't be a bad girl I wont ever have to reach in my pocket will I?"  shock my head no. I wanted so bad to be bad.. to make him want to punish me. But I tried my best to be good.
 
With that thought in my mind and that look upon his face he turned the key and we were off yet again. We drove for what seemed like forever with no speaking. Under normal circumstances I would have been worried that he was upset over something. But this was a different silence. the silence of torment.. of suffering lust. He wanted me to be worried. He wanted me to be a bit scared.. maybe anticipating what was to come next.  Its amazing how his silence turned me on.. Try as I may I could never explain how much the lack of words made me feel. yet deep inside I wanted to hear his voice say something. Even something mean and vicious. but he sat there. Driving. Not speaking a thing. 
 
The sun was beginning to set when he pulled to the side of the road. Where he stopped we were facing North, with just a glimpse of the lake before us.  He shut the car off and stepped out of the car in one swift movement. Once outside the car with his door shut firmly he leaned against his door with his back facing me. I did not know what he wanted me to do if anything. So I sat there bewildered for a moment in silence. 60 seconds must have passed before I decided I should try and get out of the car. After all I wanted to enjoy the sunset as well. I opened my door slowly and suddenly I felt the vibrations between my legs. I let out a loud moan, closed my eyes and relaxed in my seat with the door wide open.  Next thing I knew he was kneeling beside me kissing me again. I felt his hand run past my neck into the back of my head.. Tangling himself in my hair. I lifted my head back and arched my back to allow him access to what he wanted. He bent his head down and began to nibble and bite my neck. Sucking and kissing it passionately.. Pleasure and pain all mixed together.
 
"Mmm, Chris.. I love the way you touch me" I moaned softly. Almost under my breath.
He paused a moment to let that sink in before he replied
"I love touching you, Now shut up and enjoy" 
 
I smiled and tilted my head  back further. He always knew what to say to make me tingle. His hand slide between my legs and massaged my inner thighs. My body began to tingle under his touch. He sent shiver down my spine with each pass of his hand. I wanted him to be inside me right then more then anything. His hand slowly worked its way up my legs and reached my wet spot. He slide one fingers across my slit and could feel the wetness it held. He groaned, pleased to see how turned on he was getting me. I loved that groan of satisfaction every time he touched my wet pussy.  He pressed his hand against the vibrator, holding it tighter against my clit. I squirmed as I tried to get away from the pleasure it was giving me. There was no where I could go.. I felt my body stiffen as my orgasm grew inside.. I was going to have an orgasm on the side of the road, in his car, with the door open. As that though passed my head my body spasmed as the peak had hit me. I jerked like a mad woman as I felt his fingers probe deep inside me. My body relaxed after a few moments of him sliding his finger deep inside then back out of my wet spot. I opened my eyes as he was pulling his hand out from under my dress... sliding them down my thighs the same way they had entered.. leaving a trail of wetness on my thigh. I watched as he stared into my eyes and without saying a word or showing the least bit of expression lifted his wet finger to his mouth and sucked all my juices off of it. I couldn't help but want him even more then I did just a few moments ago. I reached over to kiss him. As our lips met he let out a loud moan. I knew he wanted me as bad if not worse then I wanted him. I was sure of it.
 
He broke away from our kiss and stood up, preparing to leave my side of the car.. But before he could walk away I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer to me. I began to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. He had on a pair of satin boxer shorts. Not much being left to the imagination due to his enormous rock hard cock bulging from under the satin. I reached my hand inside and touched the velvet head of his cock. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. With one hand I reached behind him and grabbed his ass while pulling him even closer to me. He did not protest. I pulled his hard cock out from it's satin confinements and stroked him lightly all the while bending my head down to run my tongue up his tight balls. Running my tongue up his shaft and finally letting my mouth devour his throbbing manhood. As his cock slowly entered my warm mouth He grabbed the roof of the car to help keep his balance. I knew he was not far from reaching his peak at this moment and I wanted to enjoy each pleasurable moment with him. He started moaning louder as his cock throbbed inside my mouth.  I could hear my own light moans from the satisfaction of the pleasure I was giving him. I could feel my pussy start to tingle again as I took as much of his hardness into my mouth as I could handle. I began to imagine what it would feel like deep inside my pussy. I wanted him.. As I let my imagination wander I allowed myself to consume his cock. His body started to shake and shiver and I knew he was going to blow it soon. I pushed his cock further into my mouth this time and as I did his pelvis thrusted forward and his head flew back. I could feel his cum filling my mouth and hitting against the back of my throat. As his orgasm slowly subsided and his cock began to relax I stood in front of him.. Mouth full of his seed and kissed him. Deeply, Passionately, Yearningly, Allowing him to take a taste of himself. A car passed us as we were kissing. It was about then we had both realized we were still on the side of the road.
 
"we better get going before someone else comes through thinking we are having car problems" He laughed
"You've got a point"
 
And we were off again. I had no idea where we were headed to this time but it didn't matter anymore. I had something special with this man and there was no way anyone could ever take this away. being with him always made me feel like I was something special. And I never want it to end. We drove for about 30 mins before he pulled along side of the road again. It was nearly completely dark around us now and I had wondered what made him stop this time. This time.. unlike the other time he did not shut the car off but simply turned down the radio and turned to face me.
 
"Do you trust me?" He asked
"you know I do" I replied with a sly smile
"then close your eyes" and with that he put a blindfold on me and took the vibrator out of my panties. my body quivered with his unexpected touch.  "I have something special planned and I do not want you to see it until it is right in front of you"
"oookay" I replied unsure of what he had planned.
 
we continued to drive for at least an hour or so. I could not see a thing. but we talked as we drove and I could hear the change in his voice as we got closer to our destination. He went from a calm talk to anticipation and pure excitement. Hearing his tone change made me excited and allowed my mind to do its wandering thing again. We pulled onto a gravel road I could tell by the way the car would slightly bounce and the sound the tires made on it. We drove on the gravel for about 2 mins before turning again onto grass? We were on grass? Where were we going? About 5 mins later the car slowly came to a stop. He shut off the car and I heard him get out. Opening my door he gently took hold of my arm to aid me in getting out. It was a bit chilly out by now and I leaned into him for warmth. He led me away from the car in an eastward direction.. I could almost hear the smirk on his face. He adjusted me so I was standing in the right direction.
 
"ready?"
"yes I am.. I think" I said with a giggle
he took off the blindfold. There before me was a small grassy area. A light blanket on the ground. 8 Huge candles lighting up the area. It was filled with yellow and red roses.. they were scattered about all over. There was a video camera set up in the distance.. Not to far away on a small table there was a bag. And there were two champagne flutes and a small cooler. I could only assume champagne was in it.
"The bag has all of our 'fun' toys" he explained.. "the camera is just an added bonus so you'll never forget. We can only record whatever your comfortable recording for now" He smiled proudly as he finished "I know you love yellow roses so I wanted to make sure there were plenty, But I wanted to red roses to show you how much I lust you. Your body, your mind and everything that makes you .. well you. But this.." he pulled a large artificial pink rose out from behind his back "This is my love. This will never die.. like my love for you. It will go on forever and ever. As long as you decide to keep it near you so will I be." I could not believe he had gone through so much to make this a special night. this is defiantly one night I will never forget. camera or not. I smiled and kissed him once more. I walked to the camera.. turned in on recording mode... and as I walked to the neatly laid out blanket I slowly undressed. I got to the center of the blanket and was left standing there with nothing but my black lace bra, my g-string, my garter belt with stocking and heels.
 
"Come here you" I said seductively. I was finally going to have him inside of me. Inside of my heart, my soul, My mind and my life. For now.. For later.. and For Always.
 

Raped in NYC

sxcasey on Forced Stories

After a great day with my old high school friends in the city, i was attempting to get a taxi back to my hotel.  After about ten minutes of waving at taxi drivers, i decided to walk back.  I am 5'10", very slim, and I have a figure that, lets say, attracts alot of attention.  As i was walking, I noticed that there was a very large man behind me and he was breathing weird. I turned around to ask him if he was ok, and he grabbed me and took me into a car.  He shoved me in the back seat and told me that if i moved he would shoot me.  After about 20 minutes in the car we arrived to an appartement building and he took me up to his room.  He told me to give him my money, phone, and anything else that i had on me and to lye down on

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the kitchen table. He walked over with his shirt off and a knife in his hand.  He cut off my pants and my shirt and stared at me for a while.  Then he told me to get off the table and finish undressing him.  I refused and he hit me hard across the face. He then grabbed the back of my hair, and forced me to take off his pants and boxers, revealing his huge fully erect cock.  He made me suck it for a while and then he shoved it down my throat.  While i was gagging on his dick, he took off my bra and my panties, revealing my shaved pussy and D cup breasts.  He took his dick out of my mouth and stood me up.  He touched every part of my body before he decided to hit me again, for no reason.  I became unconsious and when i woke up, he was climbing on top of me.  I started to push him away, but it was to late. He lined his dick up to my pussy and started to push himself in. It hurt but i decided not to speak, so i didn't get hit again.  After a couple of minutes of him pushing all of the way in, he started fucking me hard.  Every time i started to cry, he would laugh and fuck me harder.  He did this for atleast half and hour.  When he finally pulled out of me, he made me clean off his  dick and he flipped me around to get my ass.  I pleaded with him not to do it, but every time i said something, he slapped me.  Then he spit on my ass and started to enter.  It was the most pain i have ever been in.  It took him a long time to get his whole dick in me, but as soon as he did, he put me on my knees and fucked me as hard as possible.  The pain was so much that i collapsed on the floor, but he put me on the couch, and continued to fuck me.  Once he decided that he had enough with me, he took me in the shower and he made me suck on his dick until i cummed all over my face. 

After the shower, he cuffed me to the bed and made me sleep there for the night.  At about 4 in the morning, i woke up to find him mounting me again like he did before

This is my first story here and it was entierly true. Email me at caseynidetch@hotmail.com with any tips