Fantasy

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Poking Aunt Nita

I always wanted some of my wife’s aunt’s tight little ass. Thru my mother-in-law, I found the way in.

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Daddy’s Girl

It was one of the best times of my life. I was barely nineteen and having a blast. Since I gave my first blowjob in some dark movie theater way back when I was eighteen, I?d been sexually active (well, make that VERY active).

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Thomas and Amy Part 1

Thomas and Amy have grown up together and eventually they explore sex together. Some true parts in this story but I have added somethings to make it more interesting.

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What Mary gets up to…… part 2

This is the story of Mary, she is sixteen, during her summer school holidays she works at the hotel her parents own. This story needs to be read in order for continuity, this is what she gets up in that holiday……

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Calving Signs – part 6

After dinner Terri ran downstairs to call Mark. Or rather, she walked reasonably quickly. In the heels and the short tight skirt it wasn’t very practical or easy to move fast. Bending over was hard, too.
She was worried. Yesterday night, Mark’s conspiracy theory of sexual alteration had seemed bizarre, with maybe a hint of truth somewhere inside. But after today…
“Come on… come on.. pick up…” Terri muttered, tapping the phone with her still-damp nails.
Mark answered on the sixth ring. His voice was like a deep bell, and whenever it rang, it sent shivers down Terri’s excited thighs. She picked up a bottle of nail polish, borrowed from her Mom, and unscrewed the top. Painting her nails would calm her down.
”Mark!” she said, checking her nails. “Thank god! How’re you holding up and stuff?”
“Bad,” Mark admitted. “I’ve been trying to do some internet research to figure out what’s going on, but it’s so slow. How’re you?”
“Worried. Kind of scared,” Terri chimed. Even so, her voice seemed to gush when she was talking to the guy. He was very… trustworthy. She felt safe, talking to Mark. “I did what you asked and kept an eye out for strange things, today. It’s starting to get totally scary.”
She refreshed her nail polish while she talked. Terri had already put a coat on, that morning, after watching her Mom’s pretty fingers work a chef’s knife. Her own had suddenly seemed so dull and ordinary.
Now she liked to watch them glitter and shine while she did chores.
“What did you find?” Mark said.
“Um, okay,” Terri said. Just his voice scattered her thoughts. “There’s two girls and two guys living here, right? Oh! And Pastor Flynn. He’s weird. So Candice, she’s the one with the cute black hair and the yummy legs, okay? And she loves high heels, she’s got like thirty of them in her room.”
“Uh, okay,” Mark said.
“I had to go clean Darrell’s room. That’s part of my chores. He’s like a foreman or something like that. Candice stops me just before I’m about to go in. She says “Terri, why don’t I make sure you get it exactly like Darrell likes it.” Plus she’s wearing this teeny-tiny black skirt and these skyscraper heels.”
She paused. “Do you like big heels, by the way?”
“Sure?” Mark said. Terri made a mental note. She shook her hands to dry the nails.
“At first she lets me work. Then she says “No, no, let me do that,” and readjusts how I made his bed,” Terri said. “Okay, fine. Next, she grabs my feather-duster, just to “show me how to get his desk right.””
Terri shook her head. “I stood there for fifteen minutes while she bounced around the room, cleaning up. And every time she bent over, guess what?”
“What?”
“No panties!” Terri exclaimed. “And she bent over a lot. I don’t think she even noticed me! She had shaven everything. Everything! She seemed so happy to be working on his stuff. You could tell it was starting to get her wet. She re-made the bed for a third time, dusted everything, pulled his socks up, and flashed her pussy at me.”
Mark liked the word “pussy.” She could tell by his indrawn breath. Terri made a note of that, too. Then she started to ease down her own shorts. The memory was a hot one. Even her growing concern couldn’t beat her constant thrumming libido.
“So what else did you notice?” Mark managed.
“My own Mom.”
“Huh?”
Terri took a deep breath. “She works outside all day. Gardening and stuff. I go outside, just in time to see her disappear into this shed we have out back. I wait and wait, and she doesn’t come outside for nearly a half-hour. I’m just standing there in the sun.”
Actually, she had found the sun and the wind to be very nice. Terri had slipped inside a nook in the building and quickly brought herself off to an outdoorsy kind of climax.
“When she finally comes out, her shirt is soaking wet.”
“What does that mean?” Mark asked, puzzled.
“I don’t know! So I went into the shed to find out. But the only thing that was there was the fridge where the Reverend keeps his homemade ice cream. But it smelled… not right. Like… like we were in a barn.”
Dinner had been the worst part.
Both Patricia and Candice had come home at least two hours earlier then normal working hours, then disappeared into their rooms. When they emerged, the black-wearing Professionals had disappeared, replaced by cooing displays of girl, dressed up in satin and pastels. Candice had on another of her teetering pair of heels, along with a short pink skirt and a clubwear rubber white corset. Patricia had laced herself into a slinky green dress. And no bra.
Both had surprisingly large tits.
“They acted like they were the maids!” Terri moaned. “They watched Ronald and Darrell the entire time. They refilled their drinks. They took their plates. They giggled whenever they talked. I don’t think they said anything. They were like little toys for the men!”
And, even with her mouth full of ice cream, Terri had noticed when Ronald’s hand crept up Patricia’s skirt. The brunette flushed, and leaned back against her chair, ice cream forgotten. Anne had walked by—she had to have seen!—and not done anything.
Candice had left with Darrell’s hand firmly up the back of her skirt, leaning on his arm.
Of course, that had left Terri to clean up. At least she had gotten Patricia’s ice cream.
“That’s everything?” Mark prodded.
“Y-yeah. What do you think it means?” Terri asked, worried. Her free hand had managed to pull down both skirt and panties, and was lightly stroking at the outside of her slit. Mark would have an answer. He was really smart. He worked with computers.
“I don’t know. I wish I did. I only have questions. Terri, have you noticed any… physical changes?”
“Um, yeah,” she said. She was touching them right then. “My boobs are bigger. I think that’s just all the ice cream, though.”
“What about your… sex drive?” Mark said.
Terri blushed. “I’m, uh, actually touching myself right now. My slit.”
There was a short pause. “Really.”
Terri took it as encouragement. “I get really hot all day, you know? So yeah, I’m kind of slipping a finger… in and out… of my pussy…” she whispered the final word. “It’s weird, I’m so worried, but I see all these things, and it’s… so fucking hot.”
“Oh,” Mark was breathing heavily, now. “I asked about getting bigger because… my dick is larger. Then it used to be.”
Terri’s heart skipped a beat. She remembered his cock very well. And its scent. “How much bigger?”
“A lot bigger. I’m… touching it right now.”
“Are you thinking of me?” Terri asked. Her worries were starting to vanish. She kept up her own eager strokes.
“Yeah, I am, but… Terri, I shouldn’t be this turned on. I want to fuck you. I want to split you apart, and cum inside of you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
Terri groaned, happily. That sounded… good to her.
“No! It’s not normal! I—ahhh!” Mark said.
He was coming. He had to be. Terri wished he was there, coming on top of her tits, creating a waterfall of cum. She added a third finger, pumped it in and out. She came, moaned and hissed her orgasm over the phone.
Both teenagers panted, at each other, over the line.
“Look, Terri, I’m coming over first thing tomorrow,” Mark told her. “Don’t touch yourself or anything until then. This is getting out of control.”
Don’t touch herself? Terri gritted her teeth. Already she was starting to feel warm again. But if Mark was right.. and something weird was going on…
“I’ll do it,” she said. For him. “But please… hurry.”
* * *
Mark showed up at eight the next morning. Anne met him at the door, dressed in a white cotton blouse and a knee-length jean skirt. Her face was elaborately made up, and she wore two large hoop earrings that dangled nearly to her shoulder. The sun beat down on both of them.
“Hi, uh, Terri’s Mom,” he said, muscles shifting under a plain t-shirt.
“Anne. I’m Anne. Come in. Here so early?”
Terri was in the kitchen, up to her elbows in the morning round of dishes. Since Mark had ordered her not to play with herself, the only activity left was her Mom’s cooking. Terri had worked her way through a pig’s worth of hot links, then channeled her now-usual morning rush of tit-play into cleaning up.
“Mark!” she said, hugging him with sopping wet hands. Her breasts pushed up against his chest, happy to see him.
Anne just watched, her arms crossed, with that never-quite-gone smile.
“You two have fun,” she said, lingering on the last word. “Don’t forget that you have dusting and varnishing to do, later today.”
“Okay, Mom,” Terri said, and seized Mark by the hand, drawing him back downstairs. There she hugged him harder, running her hands over his back. His chest was so broad she couldn’t get her hands all the way around. It didn’t bother her.
He made sure to sit in the computer chair, so that she had to sit on the couch, far away from each other. Mark swept his eyes up and down her body, and she flushed with heat.
“Terri,” he said, “Do you usually look so…” he searched for the words “…good? First thing in the morning?”
Terri glanced down. She was just wearing an old t-shirt from High School and a skirt.
“It’s not my fault,” she pouted. “I’ve been, you know, swelling. Just like you.” She tugged on the t-shirt. It gripped her tits, showing them off, and her nipples fought against them. “My boobs didn’t used to be this big. Now they’re all enormous and stuff.”
They also dominated her thoughts. It used to be that her boobs were a slight distraction. Now they demanded constant attention, cut off any views of her feet, and flushed with pleasure at any slight sensation.
The skirt was no better. It had been a casual jean skirt, just above knee-length. With wide hips and a dainty waist it rode up high. Very high. He could probably see her panties. She checked to make sure he could.
“Yeah, okay, I get that,” Mark said, soothing. “But what about the makeup?”
“What about it?” Terri said, puzzled. She looked in the mirror on the bathroom door. Dark red lipstick, layer on layer, until it perfectly matched the luster on her nails. Big, wide eyes, accentuated with liner. But no concealer or anything like that.
“It’s just that you look.. great. You look great.” Mark was sweating. He pulled on his shirt. It was starting to bead up with perspiration.
They both looked at the floor. It was spotless. She had cleaned it twice already this morning.
Terri sniffed. Something smelled good. Nothing she could put her finger on. Just something… good.
“It’s not just physical stuff,” Mark said. “Terri, you went to college, right? You like literature and books and culture?”
“Sure, of course!” Terri said.
“How many books have you read since you came home?”
Terri thought about it. “Um. None. But I’ve been busy!”
“I’m not sure that’s it,” Mark said, shaking his head. “All I want to do is… fuck. Not have sex, or make out. Crazy, sweaty, breeding. It’s insane. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to goof around on the Internet. I see a girl, and all I can think is: what would she look like naked? Is she seeing anyone? What do her tits look like? Is she pregnant? If not, how can I fuck her?”
“I’m not pregnant,” Terri offered.
Mark clutched the seat armrest and shuddered. “Yeah. I know,” he whispered. His eyes flickered across her stomach.
Terri urged her legs to cross. They didn’t want to. They wanted to give Mark a better look at what he was thinking about, to slink towards him, to wrap themselves around them.
“You’re bigger too, huh?” she said, softly. Her voice sounded so slinky, these days. It matched her tits. “Your… penis?”
“Yeah,” Mark said. He shifted it, under his shorts. It was obvious just how large it was. It had to hurt, keeping it locked down in there, a powerful tool made for fucking women senseless. Terri’s lips opened.
“Can I… see it?” She offered. “Just for looking at it. I mean, to measure it. I should probably keep… like a record. So we can see how big it gets.”
Mark paused, tried to fight the urge. But he was already standing up, unzipping his shorts, pulling them down over hairy, rugged legs. His boxer shorts looked aggrieved, bent at an impossible task. When he finally pulled the elastic down, they groaned.
Terri nearly groaned, too. Was he even larger then yesterday? Was it just her first good look? His cock was beautiful, sticking straight out, proud, with a big red head and a long shaft.
She inhaled. That smell was back. Stronger then before. It called to her, bypassed anything she used for rational thought, and touched at ancient urges and nerves she didn’t even know she had. From way back when, when mankind was barely civilized, and sex was about rutting in the dirt. This time her legs sprang open, pointed at Mark’s dick.
“Don’t come any closer,” Mark said, uneasily.
It was too late. Terri was already drooling, primal, lost in the sight of his urgent, quivering cock. She got on hands and knees, knuckled over to the member, examined it closely with wide eyes. Mark squeezed his eyes shut, tried to keep from staring into the valley of cleavage.
“I just want.. a closer look,” Terri lied, to herself. Her body was firmly in control. Her mouth swished with spit.
“Terri, don’t… Jesus, Terri!” Mark whispered, when she slipped her mouth on top of it.
It spurt cum almost immediately, not an orgasm, just a welcoming burst of hot, creamy fluid. It was amazing, salty and sweet at the same time, and Terri eagerly lapped it down. She had never taken a cock into her mouth before, but it was easy, natural, fun.
She looked up as she bobbed up and down. The important thing, she knew, was that Mark enjoyed himself. True, her pussy was sending strong “need” signals, and her boobs burned, but he came first. That’s how boys and girls worked. Her body knew what to do. It was made for pleasure, with big boobs and a hot, sensual figure. She just had to… drift away.
“Fuck, Terri, what are we… ahh… do that thing with your tongue again,” Mark said. He grabbed her hair, and she did that thing with her tongue, easing it down the length of the hardness inside her mouth.
“You smell so good,” she said, briefly letting go. “I need… more…”
Mark nodded, still pushing hard. She struggled to keep him down, but gagging seemed impossible, with something this delicious filling her.
“Scent,” he said. “It’s got to be … scent. That new factory. That’s it! It must have put something… in the water!”
Terri smiled. She sucked even harder, diligently, until he came in her mouth, flooding her with salty, sexy boy-juices. She kept him in her mouth as long as she could, just enjoying the smell of his sweat, filtering into her head. Then she lazed back to the bed and lied back down. Her pussy, wet and willing, shone through her panties. Mark, still dripping down, had a beautiful view.
“Christ,” he said. “I’m getting hard again.”
Terri rubbed her legs together, smiling.
* * *
They lost their virginity without really thinking about it.
First Terri’s toes extended to the ceiling, flexing, coursing with the pleasure of being completely filled. Then they closed around her man’s back, pushing into his skin, urging him onwards. Her ass pushed deep into the mattress, nearly to the floor. Her vision blurred, and caught flashes of his snarling, screwed-up face.
Mark pushed all the way, then pushed even harder. She felt delicious, stretched, and complete. That hole she had always had was finally getting properly satiated. The very tip of his cock touched at something far within her, and she spasmed around him, wrapping her arms around his head.
Her man grunted, pushed roughly back and forth, without finesse. His cock pulled back, waited briefly at the tender folds of her pussy, and then went back in, setting off fireworks with each eager inch. He didn’t bother to explore her body. He was using it for his own enjoyment. And that was such a turn-on.
It was already messy sex. Mark had never stopped drooling cum from his cock, and she was wet. Their fluids mixed together, combined into a heady combination of pheromones and seed.
“You’re sure you’re on birth control?” Mark said, the cultured boy briefly emerging from the grunting, sweating male marking his territory all over her.
“Are you worried I’ll get pregnant?” Terri said. The word set something off in Mark’s head. He redoubled his pace, needy and frantic, and reached up to maul her tits. His hands were rough, thumbing at her nipples, and she loved it.
“Pregnant… big fat titties… big tummy…” she said, testing each word. They sparked more and more effort from Mark, until she was a quivering bundle of nerves, wrapped around a dick. Talking wasn’t possible.
Mark came. He howled, like an animal, and dumped another huge load of cum inside of her. It swam up her cunt, down her thighs, and pooled on the carpet. When he pulled out another gusher landed on her stomach, spreading white fluid around her belly button. More of that delicious, beautiful smell rose from it.
Her boy came back down. He looked afraid, unsure of himself, and studied his finally-softening cock with something close to fear.
“You’re SURE sure you’re on the pill?” he said.
“I’m sure!” Terri insisted, still riding the waves of fun herself.
But she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to be.
* * *
She had to talk to Anne, if only to find out what her role was in this small-town transformation. True, Anne had been acting… different. But at least she wasn’t boy-crazy, or acting like an airhead, or mooning over a big pregnant belly, like everyone else. She had even picked up those birth control pills for her daughter.
And besides, Terri had to admit, who else could she trust in this town?
Anne was knitting in the parlor, in the big, upholstered chair. Weeks worth of dedicated cleaning had paid off. The floor shone with waxed and polished wood. Everything was nicely dusted and re-dusted. Even the walls looked brighter in the mid-morning sun.
“Mom, I need to talk to you about…” Terri began.
Then she noticed Patricia and Candice.
The two girls were diligently toying with knitting needles, trying to pick up the motions. Both wore perfect makeup, with painted smiles and coquettish eyelashes that batted on general principle. They appeared to be knitting little booties.
“Terri, can you do me a favor, dear?” Anne said, placid as always. “These girls wanted to learn how to do a little housework. I told them they could follow you around during your afternoon chores”
Both of the Professionals leapt up, eagerly. Terri bit her lip. Whatever had infected the town, it had bit these two especially hard. When they sprang up two mammoth pairs of boobs bounced up and down. It ruined their credibility, made them look like puffed up tit job recipients without a thought between the two. They had huge eager eyes and vapid, empty smiles.
And they had each put together their own version of a maid’s outfit. Candice had outdone herself with heels; it was unclear how she even walked on the pinpoint stilettos with the bow strap on front. Cobweb-style pantyhose climbed up her legs, and didn’t bother to make it all the way under a white and black French Maid skirt.
Patricia was even worse. She had worn a latex blue dress that failed to hide either boobs or butt. The zipper ran, blatant and enticing, along the side of the outfit.
“I thought you could start with dusting,” Anne said, needles flashing. “Since it’s your specialty.”
* * *
The girls were depressingly keen on it. They nearly fell over each other, to get their turn dusting things. They asked endless, inane questions about dusting. Different fabrics. How often. Hard to reach spots. Dust bunnies: what were they.
And they couldn’t seem to help but let their asses trail in the air, or to bend over while they worked, so that their boobs nearly popped out.
“This is fun!” Candice pronounced, tittering. “I like how clean everything gets after you clean it.”
Patricia agreed that it was nice that things got cleaned.
“Don’t you have an advanced degree?” Terri prodded.
“What’re you saying? That I can’t do housework like a nice girl because I have an Accounting degree from UT?” Patricia sniffed. She had worn underwear, but it was silky and matched her outfit perfectly.
“I am a lawyer,” Candice announced. She tittered. “I handle papers and stuff. And…” she groped to remember what else she did, “and other legal stuff.”
“What about your jobs?”
“Oh, we asked the boys to handle our things today,” Candice said, dismissive. “It’s a boring job, anyway. Darrel and Ronald said they’d let us know when we need to go back.”
At the mention of the men, the two girls looked at each, and giggled.
And, despite herself, Terri found it.. nice… to fall back into the ordinary routine of housework. The two girls hung on her every word, admiring her work, nodding vigorously when she explained something so simple a kid could’ve figured it out. When they smiled, which was constantly, she smiled along with them.
“Don’t you want to go back to work?” she said, idly, when they were mopping together.
Both girls shook their heads so hard their tits jiggled. “This is so much better!!” Patricia announced. “It’s so… relaxing. You just kind of do it, and let your mind wander.”
The two giggled, again. Terri froze.
What had Mark said about that? Right, that the town was making everyone stupid. Was she turning dumb, too?
Had she read a book, or a magazine, or anything? No, she had done housework, with a happy, lazy grin, eaten ice cream, and masturbated. And that was it. Basking in that inescapable feeling of… contentment.
There had to still be time to somehow stop from becoming a contented, horny, dumbo. Terri tossed down her mop, left the two bimbos to finish up the housework, and stomped off to find her Mother.
* * *
This time, she was drinking tea with Pastor Flynn. The Reverend was in casual attire, for him, khakis and a long-sleeved shirt. He looked strange outside of all black. That same, intimidating aura hung on him, but now on a middle-aged man who used too much hair cream.
“Terri!” he said, happily. “I’m sorry I haven’t seen much of you, recently. I’ve been very busy this past week. Caring for herds, you know how it is.”
“Hi Pastor Flynn,” Terri said, impatient. “Isn’t it caring for flocks?” It felt strange to contradict the man. He had a way of looking at you that heavily implied you were on display, and should act accordingly. Terri felt like sticking her chest out for grading. She hoped she got an A.
“You’re looking very nice, Terri,” Flynn said. Anne, next to him, nodded approvingly.
Terri took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, but there was no stopping it. Compliments had a way of sparking her sex drive, unstoppable, leaking juice into her still cum-filled slit and sparking her nipples. She tossed her hair back, and her legs quaked.
“Pastor,” she squeaked, her legs tensed, “can I talk to Anne for a—“
“Actually, we were just talking about you,” Pastor Flynn said. “We were wondering when you planned on returning to college.”
College? Terri hadn’t thought about college since… since her first night here, actually. Why was that? Her head felt sluggish, confused and assaulted by the remaining tingles from her morning fucking. Critical thinking was too much to ask after so many surges of endorphin-laced pleasure…
“I guess I hadn’t really thought about it?” she said.
“And why did you leave in the first place, exactly?” Flynn said. He sipped at his tea, loudly.
A week and a half ago, the question would’ve pushed her out of the room, snorting, incandescent with rage. Now it was hard to actually recall what it had been. Whatever it was, it had devastated her. Terri had stopped eating, stopped going to class, let her grades plummet until the suspension notice arrived by e-mail.
“Something… about a boy?” she said, uncertain. It was all so blurry, now. Everything she had done in college. She must’ve gone to classes, right? Learned… things. About stuff. It had all drifted away, leaving behind a confused blonde with melon-shaped boobs.
Flynn chuckled. “Isn’t that always the way?” he said. He was so understanding. “College relationships are so rocky. Nothing like the old style—meet a boy, shove your tits in his face, and let him knock you up. Works like magic. Or so I’ve heard.”
Had the good Pastor said… tits? That couldn’t be right. Terri was too distracted simply by trying to keep cum from leaking down her legs. A new breath of hot wind ignited in her head from the idea of Mark knocking her up.
“What Pastor Flynn is talking about,” Anne interrupted, from her perch on the old chair. “is that we’re thinking of making the house into an official Bed and Breakfast. Calving is getting a lot of visitors, visitors with money, and we could charge more if we were registered.”
“So what does that have to do with me?” Terri said. She was going back to college… right? She certainly wasn’t going to stay here, and let Mark fill her with his hot, salty cum, and pump out babies for him. That just wasn’t… her. Right?
She felt dizzy. Running a conversation while thinking at the same time was so hard, for a girl.
“We’d need your help to run the place,” Anne explained. “You would be the maid. Except we would be paying you, of course. And you’d have to wear a uniform. Would you like that, dear?”
A uniform? One of the black French maid outfits the Professionals had shown up in, only tailored to hide a pregnant belly, Mark’s baby. No—fit to show it off—to demonstrate to all the visitors that she was a knocked up slut.
Anne and Flynn took another sip of tea. Sperm leaked down her thighs, despite her best efforts.
“You don’t have to decide right now, dear,” Anne said. “Why don’t you get dressed? The ladies are coming over for book club, and you’ll be serving tea. I have an outfit picked out for you.”
She reached behind her, behind her pile of knitting, and her unopened copy of Invisible Man. The outfit was one slight sheath of white and black, made out of silk, and with little tassles on the fringe of the too-short hem. It was hard to imagine how she could squeeze it over her big, floppy boobs.
“Okay, Mom,” Terri said. A part of her kept fighting. A small part, and growing smaller.
* * *
The Ladies had refreshed their wardrobes over the past week. They filtered into the sitting room, brilliant in bright colors, wearing huge smiles to go along with their jewelry and high heels. They settled comfortably into chairs, clutching fresh and untouched copies of Invisible Man.
Terri filtered among them. She felt calm, at ease, placid. The dress had fit very well. Her boobs were huge now, too big even for her hands. She had rolled them around with her fingers, felt the comforting weight pull on her body. Funny how the rest of her body hadn’t gotten much bigger. A little more weight at the hips, a little bit more padding all around, filling her out.
She bent over carelessly, letting everyone see the tops of her stockings. They had come with the outfit, and they were dark black. The ladies didn’t seem to mind. They were too excited to get big bowls of Flynn’s ice cream.
Terri took a big drink of water from the kitchen before she could think about it.
“Oh, right,” she thought, hazy. Mark was sure it was full of chemicals and hormones and stuff, making her big and stupid and horny. Well, she had only had two glasses. It probably wouldn’t do any more damage.
Anne took her seat, triggering the meeting. There wasn’t even a pretense of discussing the book. The ladies immediately set to gossip—who was pregnant, who wasn’t pregnant, who was fucking who. In graphic and unashamed detail, complete with hand gestures.
“Ladies,” Anne said, breaking in, “I’ve invited two new members. Candice and Patricia have been staying with us, you might have seen them working at the factory.”
The two Professionals flounced in. They hadn’t changed their outfits. But they had clearly been busy with each other. Both had flushed, red cheeks and mussed hair, and kept throwing happy looks at each other. They bounced into their seats and didn’t bother to cross their legs. Neither wore panties.
“I think Candice has an announcement for us,” Anne said, smiling. She pushed her hair back and gestured at the new Maid.
“I’m pregnant!” Candice squealed, beaming. She was crying, she was so happy. “I’ve got a baby in me!”
The ladies cooed, excited, and everyone applauded.
Patricia’s mouth hung open. “Ohmygosh,” she shrieked. “I’m pregnant too!” Patricia and Candice launched themselves across the room, hugging in a big-titted display of joy. Their hands pawed at each other, excited and busy.
The ladies went wild with approval. Terri stood there, with the tea kettle limp in her hands. Both of them? They were going to get heavy, with even larger boobs.. how much bigger could they get?
“They’ve both quit their jobs to help out with our new Bed and Breakfast,” Anne said. “We’re very excited.” She paused, and for nearly the first time, her docile smile disappeared behind a sad little line. “You know, Terri was the last I could have. So it’ll be nice to Mom around just a little bit more.”
Her Mom was… infertile? Because of her? Terri hadn’t known that.
“And maybe a grandmother, soon enough?” Mrs. Pritchard cooed. “I heard about Terri and Mark. Such a nice, strong boy.”
The eyes shifted to Terri.
“I’m not pregnant,” Terri told them, backing away, resistance flaring. “I’m not a big-boobed Mommy like everyone else in this town.”
They all laughed.
“Oh, Terri, look down at yourself,” Mrs. Collie said, cocking her head. “You’ve got the boobs, you’ve got the big hips. You’re practically designed to have kids. They’ll slip right out of you. You won’t even notice.”
“No.. no, we’re using protection,” Terri said. Did she just admit she was fucking Mark? There were so many eyes on her…
“Protection, of course,” Mrs. Pritchard said, condescending nicely. “I’m sure those pills will do a wonderful job when Mark dumps a full load of cum inside of you. Or has he already?”
More giggling.
“I… I have to go,” Terri said. She could feel the eyes on her tits, on her stomach, on her moist slit. She had to get out of there, to run away.
To masturbate so hard that the ladies upstairs tittered some more.
* * *
“They’re like… teenagers,” Erica thought, numb.
It was nearly 5 in the afternoon. That meant that Robert was about to return home from his job as—she shuddered—some kind of construction tool. And that, in turn, meant the daily welcome-home ritual between him and the slutty cow that used to be Erica’s sister.
Deanna’s reaction was pathetic. When there was still an hour to go she began to watch the clock, turning towards it to check the tick. She would rub anxiously at her stomach, just now starting to show the first bulge of her pregnancy. She would toy relentlessly with her always-brief skirt, or tug at her figure-hugging shorts with the button undone. When she thought her sister wasn’t looking, she stroked at the undersides of her—huge!—breasts.
Of course, she was hard to engage at the best of times, these days. Once upon a time Deanna had been the prize student in the family, The One Who Got The Brains. She had graduated from High School at the top of her class, and been set to go to the very best college. Even when she had rebelled against her upbringing, run off with a brawny, dumb man, the family had figured she’d grow out of him. How could she not? Breeding would tell.
The brainy Deanna had disappeared. Her interests were limited to: Robert, pregnancy, sex, and daytime television. If Erica tried to talk politics, or literature, she listened patiently, rubbed her stomach, and then changed the subject back to something inane.
Robert arrived home. “Ding-dong!” he said, as he always did on the front step. Erica sneered.
He crashed through the front door, as always, sweating and enthusiastic. He caught his expanding wife up in a bear hug, kissed her—indecently—and then the two made out where they had met. If she hadn’t been there, Erica was half sure they would simply fuck on the carpet.
She wiped a bead of sweat off her own forehead.
But what was really bothering Erica was the—there was no other word—the scent.
It was maddening.
Whatever it was, it kept assaulting her at odd times. She would be walking around the house, and this strange, musky odor would creep into her head. And then she would have to look around, sniffing, trying to get another burst of the smell.
Erica knew it was making her do strange things. She stalked around the house when Deanna was gone, trying to get another hit. She dug through cupboards and prowled bedrooms, looking for it, aching for it.
And when she did get a hit, she was inevitably in her bedroom within minutes, rubbing furiously at her puffy and swollen tits. They had taken to the country air, just like her sisters.
Robert and Deanna retreated to the bedroom, leaving her to do the cooking, again. But Erica couldn’t seem to mind. She had gotten two hits in there, just yesterday.
* * *
She finally found the scent in the bedroom.
Not hers, although the guest bedroom was perfumed by her embarrassed and extremely erotic self-play sessions.
Deanna and Roberts. Erica eased into it, increasingly desperate, while Deanna was out running errands.
The couple had a small, twin-sized bed, with cheap sheets. Deanna’s side was barely used. They apparently slept nearly on top of each other. Or—the erotic imagery was getting more frequent and indecent—with him inside of her.
Robert’s boxer shorts sat on the carpet, flung halfway across the room. Deanna typically kept a spotless house; boring cleaning had become one of her few passions. She must not’ve had time to toss it into the wash.
The scent seemed to grow out of the disgusting, wrinkled shorts.
Erica inhaled, tried to stop herself, and failed. She willed her fingers to stop, and they reached out to grab the discarded pair of underwear. It was still sticky with what had to be drying cum, from last night’s adventures fucking the shit out of her sister.
Erica lowered her nose to it.
When she came to, she had fallen backwards onto the bed, and was pawing lewdly at her own tedious pair of pants. The underwear was just underneath her nose, Robert’s scent filling her, completing her. Making her understand—her sister hadn’t chosen Robert. Robert had chosen her, and all she could do, as a girl, was to simply obey.
And get fucked, of course. Erica finally managed the zipper, plunged two fingers into her slit. Two more followed, all the way up her cunt, until she dripped onto their bed. She was unused to masturbation, and had to teach herself where to touch, where to stroke, how to grab at her nipples to add to the burning heat in her head. She bucked, shaking the bedsprings, cumming wildly in a spray of juice.
Eventually she stopped, out of exhaustion. One hand rested on her tits, another lingered just inside her pussy, and Erica fell asleep.
When she woke up, her sister sat on the bed, on top of her.
She was giggling, amused, and wore hot pink shorts with another slutty halter top.
“Deanna… I can… this isn’t…” Erica said, propping herself up. “It’s not my fault. There’s something… some sort of drug..” Her pants were still bunched around her ankles.
“You want this, don’t you?” Deanna said, smirking. She waved the underwear in front of Erica’s nose. Erica nodded, weakly. She did need more. So much more.
“Then why didn’t you just say so?” Deanna said. “Lets get you all ready, sis! Oh, this is going to be fun! We’ll be sisters together!”
“I’m not going to be… like you..” Erica said. Her sister arched an eyebrow, then slipped a finger into Erica’s still available snatch. It sunk to the hilt. Erica groaned. Stopping this madness never occurred to her.
How could anything feel that good?
What was happening to her?
* * *
It was nearly time for Robert to come home.
It had been a long and mortifying day.
She was wearing pink. Erica had never worn pink in her whole life, just a long stretch of blacks, greys, and browns. Sensible clothes.
And she certainly hadn’t shown off her ass. Now it waited just beneath a daringly brief skirt, coupled with pink pantyhose that Deanna had picked out.
She had tried to draw the line at the pink panties. But every time she got the will to resist up, Deanna would just wave that pair of boxer shorts in front of her, and she gave in. By the end of the day she just looked at her purse, where they were, and Erica gave in.
Deanna had decided to show off her ass “until your titties come in.” That sounded ominous. Her boobs were nicely sized. A decent handful. Was she about to pop out sweater-kittens like her sister’s new rack?
Erica licked her lips and tried not to want them.
The bustier made her look like trash. It was light green. It didn’t really match the skirt, actually, but Deanna seemed to care only for what the outfit did show, rather then what it didn’t.
Deanna had allowed her one orgasm, in the changing room. She had been surrounded by girls in the same horny daze, flying through cheap, slutty clothes as fast as they could throw them on. All had large boobs held back by complicated bras. So many were pregnant. So many had boobs leaking white milk. Erica had screamed an orgasm and no one had even thought it strange.
The town was insane. Girls walked around in a blissed-out haze, either pregnant or clearly planning it, and not a single one in anything less then a two-inch heel. The couples groped each other, hands up skirts, and the outlines of monster-sized cocks were always obvious down the front of the male’s pants.
Deanna kept chatting about their “future together.” They were going to have babies, and big milky boobs, and take turns fucking Robert. She assured Erica that he had enough “cum and dick” for both of them.
Erica just nodded. That was good. Right? Then Deanna waved the scent in front of her, again.
They stopped at the diner for lunch. Deanna met up with her new friends, equally vacuous young girls with swelling tummies and no brains. They had chatted idly about looking hot with a preggo tummy. Erica had been served a milkshake by a dark-haired girl in tight blue shorts. The nametag read “Susan!”
In the middle of lunch, Deanna innocently slipped a finger under her sister’s skirt, and fingered her greased up clit. Erica had nearly gotten the will to fight back, to charge out of their, get into the Mercedes, and drive madly away.
Then she had spread her legs wider.
Now it was 4:30. Deanna was trying to explain to her what she had to do to get Robert to unleash more of that delicious, wonderful scent on her. But she couldn’t seem to pay attention to the most simple of directions.
Instead, she kept looking at the clock.
* * *
Robert busted through the door, ready with his usual enthusiastic smile and bear hug.
Instead, his wife was positioned on the couch, giggling like mad and touching herself. He frowned, puzzled. What was this all about?
Deanna pointed down, at his feet.
Erica, her snotty sister, was kneeling just in front of Robert’s pants. Her meager tits were open for display, underneath a halter, and she had long, smooth legs covered up with shiny pink. Her eyes glistened.
“Go ahead and fuck her, honey!” Deanna said. “But I told her to suck your cock, first.”
He shrugged. Robert wasn’t much into critical thinking these days. Working hard all day and fucking his wife all night seemed to pretty much cover his needs. Why turn down free head?
“Then you’re going to get her knocked up,” Deanna announced.
Robert’s cock sprang to attention. Now Erica had his full interest. As much as he loved his wife’s growing tummy, and the big chest that came with it, there was just something about depositing a load in a fertile womb. It… called to him.
Erica fumbled with his fly. She had pink painted fingernails. Those were new.
It sprang free. Robert was proud of his dick. It had grown impressively, in just the past month. Now it snaked down his leg. It came matched with large red balls, stuffed with sperm. Deanna had assured him that it was amazing.
“Go ahead, suck it,” Deanna urged. But Erica seemed to be just concentrating on her breathing, sniffing, weirdly, over his dick. Finally, sighing at her inexperience, Robert maneuvered his cock to her lips, and pushed in.
Erica seemed startled. A bit of the self-assured, condescending sister pushed back, and her eyes bulged, protesting against the warm cockhead pushing its way towards her throat. Then Robert let loose with a early jet of precum.
After that, Erica was happiness itself.
She swallowed just as much as her sister, who was frigging herself with eager abandon on the couch, mixing it up with fits of the giggles. Erica sucked hard. Robert chuckled. She had no idea what he could unleash, these days. She would choke without some training.
His balls boiled, and he pulled out, unceremoniously.
“What.. why’d you stop?” Erica whined.
“Go ahead and bend over, honey,” Robert said. “I’m going to put a baby in you.”
Erica pondered this, thoughts moving sluggishly through a sea of scent. “Okay,” she concluded. That sounded pretty hot. Babies were cool.
* * *
The formerly prim sister laid on the floor, breathing hard. There was no way she wasn’t pregnant. If the first load of cum hadn’t done it, the second or third had. Robert had just kept pushing inside of her, igniting her, long after the last bits of proper woman had been replaced by knocked-up slut. She felt… gooey, he had left so much white stuff inside of her.
Her life lay in tatters. She had a career, back in the City. Friends. A life. Interests outside of fucking and sucking.
Deanna kneeled next to her. Still smiling, she rubbed at Erica’s tummy. It was covered in cum, from when Robert had dripped, after finally pulling out.
“This is going to be great,” she said, enthusiastic. Erica smiled, weakly.
At least she had her sister back.

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Fantasy

A Rainy Day

My first story. It isn’t a true story, although it was based around my fantasies of my neighbor when I was younger. All names and events are made up. Story is completely fictional. Also, the story is fairly short, and the sex gets into the story fairly quickly.

Fantasy

slaver or collecter

Slaver or collector
My name is Steve and I am a collector, some people call me a slaver.
I do not run around looking for young female to kidnap just to send over seas to sell.
You might ask why I do this? Money, money,money.
So far I have sold 6 women for 1 million dollars each.
That money is in a number bank account in an Arab country that the US Government knows nothing about it.
How did I get into this business?
A few years ago I was a computer geek, had my own business doing computer network and security work. One weekend I was in Vegas at a computer electronics show looking at the new things out on the market. The first booth I was at had some old out of date equipment but the guys were good at sales. There was a man in the booth they were giving a good sale pitch to, he looked like he was Arab . I left that booth and looked around going from booth to booth looking at cameras, computers and other new items. About an hour and many booths later I ran into the Arab guy from the first booth. I asked him if he had purchased anything in the other booth, He said no but he was looking into it. I said he would be wasting his money, the system was old and had many problems. He asked how I knew? I gave one of my cards and told him that that’s what I do for a living. He asked if I could help him find a system for his palace and maybe set the system up for him! I would be glad to! I need the blue prints for your house and what type system you want. He said when he gets back home he would send everything by e-mail and maybe we could do business.
Weeks when by, no e-mail. Then a large e-mail came with everything I had asked for. I looked it over, came up with some ideas, e-mailed him back with my proposals. He e-mailed me back, said that I needed to come over to see his place and start installing the system.
Weeks later I had purchased everything, booked a plane and was off to Dubai. A limo picked me up, in an hour we pulled up at this big palace, the Arab man from the show opened the limo door and showed me into a large living room. There were 2 women sitting on a rug in burkas waiting for us to sit down to talk things over. Omar the Arab man offered me a drink, introduced his wife Sasha and the other woman Hanna. We talked for a while then he said that I must need some sleep! He told Hanna to show me my room, make sure I was ok, to give me anything I needed. Hanna got up walked down this long hall, opened this big door and showed me into this great bedroom. She then said master is there anything you need! I said no, no, no, I am not your master! She said that in this country I was and she was here to serve me. I said thanks for showing me my room and I would see her later. She started to take her burka off, I said wait a minute Hanna! She continued to undress and wow what a pretty girl she was! Hanna what are you doing? My master said I was to make you happy and to take care of your needs. Hanna you do not have to stay here with me! You can go! She said that if she did not make me happy she would get in trouble with her master and be punished. She then said she would give me a great massage to help me get to sleep. Ok that will work! that way you will not get in trouble.
I went into the bath room, took my cloths off except for my tee shirt, under pants, wrapped a large towel around me and went back out to the bedroom. Hanna was down to her underwear, wow what a great body she had! I asked her how can a pretty Arab girl have a name like Hanna. She said that is not her given name but a name her master gave her, she really like it. She then says that I needed to take the rest of my cloths off and get under the sheet on the bed so she could start with her massage. I took the tee shirt and under wear off, got under the sheet and Hanna got on top of my ass and sat there. She pulled the sheet down exposing my back, took some lotion and started to give me a massage. Her fingers were very strong, worked on all the muscles in my neck, back and arms. Then she moved down, sat on my legs, pulled the sheet down lower below my ass, put more lotion on my back and down on my ass. She rubbed my back, moved her hand down on my ass, up and down my crack. She was good at what she was doing! My cock was getting bigger each time her fingers went in the crack of my ass. Then she put more lotion on my ass, moved her fingers into my ass. I had never felt anything like this before, she kept moving a finger in and out of my ass. God this was great! Hanna’s other hand went down, started to massage my nuts, reached under, started massaging my cock, I was ready to come and she knew it. She then turned me over put her mouth over my cock, started to suck taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. Just then I shot my load into her mouth, she took every bit, kept sucking until I was done. She then looks up at me and asks if I was happy! God yes I am! Hanna then moves up next to me, pulls the sheet over both of us, hugs me and says she like me. We went to sleep.
The next day I woke up feeling Hanna playing with my cock! When she sees that I am awake she gets up on my cock, slides her pussy down over it, start rocking up and down. What else can this pretty Arab girl do! Up, down faster and faster. I am going to shooting my load again! she knows exacting when, she pushes down, my cock hit her cervix just as my sperm shoots out and into her. She has to be the best fuck I ever had! She keeps her pussy pushed down until I finish shooting. she then gets off, puts me into her mouth and sucks me dry.
Hanna then gets up, put her hand out for me, pulls me up out of the bed and guides me into the bath room. Turns the water on in the shower, pulls me into the water and start scrubbing me. All over my body, I try to wash her but she says no it is her job to clean me. When done she get a big towel, drys every part of my body. Again I try to do her and again she says no! Then she says that while I am here you are my master! I will doing anything to make me happy. I give up! I can’t fight city hall.
I start dressing, Hanna puts her burka back on, that pretty girl is gone under that thing, all I see is her eyes. We go back out to where Omar is, he looks at me and asks if Hanna was ok last night. I said she was more that just ok.
Oven the next week I wire, install cameras and hook the whole palace up with one of the best systems ever. One day Omar is talking to me and asks if I have a girlfriend? I tell him yes I do and she is very beautiful, I open my wallet to show him some picture of her. Omar looks at her and said she is one of the most beautiful girl he ever saw. I said yes she is but some times she is a real bitch! Omar says that next month when you have to come back to finish up the system, why don’t you bring her, I think she will like it here! I said I will think about it but will Hanna cause trouble? She will not dare!
Everyday for the week Hanna is mine! She sucks, fucks, massages and all kinds of other erotic things. I am going to hate to say goodbye.
Well I am done, it is time for me to go, Hanna says she has one more tread for me. In my bedroom she start a massage, starts moving down my back, her finger are at my ass but this time she opens my ass cheeks and start tonguing my ass hole. Her tongue goes in and start moving around, my cock is erect, she has a towel under my cock. Her tongue is going in and out, then it goes all the way in, my cock erupts and is coming, coming and coming. She pulls herself up and says she wanted to save the best to last. Boy did she!
Back home every time I have sex with my girlfriend I think of Hanna! I ask Jane if she would like to go visit Dubai next month when I have to go back to finish my job. She says she sure would! Now let me tell you about my girl! She is 22 years old 36d 23 38. blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes you have ever saw. You just look at her and fall in love. But as I said some days she is a real bitch, she thinks she is always right and she will not let anyone talk down to her.
Next month we get on a plane and fly to Dubai. When we walk into the palace Omar looks at Jane and knows she is one of the most beautiful woman he ever saw. Omar introduces his wife and Hanna. They are both in their burkas, Jane is taken back by them. How could a woman wear one of those things! When we are in the bed room Jane tell me that she can not believe a woman would wear one of the burkas! Steve says that Omar’s wife wants to take you out shopping the next day to show you some of the local customs. Jane say she would like that and maybe she can convince her to leave the burka behind.
The next day there is a knock on our door, it is Omar’s wife in her full burka. Jane follow her to the limo, then asks her is she could take the burka off. She says no it is part of her life and she has no interest in taking it off. She then reaches over and hand Jane a cup, says it is some local tea, she will like it. Jane takes a big sip, says it is really good! Sasha tells her to keep on drinking. The limo pulls up to this little shop, Sasha and Jane go in and move to the back room, Sasha takes her burka off, Hands Jane some more tea. Jane is feeling real funny and mellow. Sasha goes over to Jane and whispers in her ear that she should try on a burka just to see what it feels like. Jane says not in her life! Sasha hands Jane some more tea, she take a big sip and again Sasha whisper into her ear to try on a burka, this time Jane is not so much against it. Sasha hand her another cup of tea, this time Jane says she will try on a burka. Sasha takes a new burka shows it to Jane and tell her to take her cloths off. Jane starts undressing down to her panties and bra, Sasha says you have to take everything off. She takes her bra off then her panties. Sasha looks at her and says that she needs some trimming. Jane pussy has lots of blonde hair! She has never trimmed it and never thought about it. Sasha starts putting the under garments on Jane, then takes the burka puts in on her but doesn’t close the top. Jane says that the burka fells good. Sasha hands her some more tea to drink. Then she closes the top so you just see Janes eyes. Sasha says how do you feel! different but ok! Now we are going to do something different! We are going to take this travel mug with this long plastic tube, put it under the burka so you can drink the tea without anyone seeing you. Sasha puts her burka on, they both go for a walk into a mall. Everyone seeing the 2 of them bow their heads to them as they walk by. Jane leans over and ask Sasha why is everyone bowing to them? Sasha says that her burka show that she is the wife of the prince. Jane says that they are bowing to her too! Well Sasha says that I dressed you in number 2 wife burka. But I am not number 2 wife! Sasha say she knows but that was the only burka there. They walk around for a while, every so often Sasha tell Jane to drink some more tea and she does.
Back at the palace Steve is doing the final things on the system. Omar tell Steve that he would like to buy Jane! Steve says that she is not for sale you can not buy people. Omar says that in this country you can! I will give you 1 million dollars! I can’t do that! Look you said she was a real bitch sometimes. I tell you what Steve if she decides to stay here I will pay you 1 million dollars. Ok! but I know she will not want to stay here.
The girls get back into the limo to head back to the palace. Back at the palace they go into Sasha’s private room, Sasha keeps tell Jane to sip the tea. They take the burkas off, Sasha says it is time for Jane to get a spa treatment! Hanna comes in, they take Jane into the spa area, start bathing her, when she is out of the bath, Hanna dries her, lays her down, start rubbing lotion all over her. She put lotion down on her pussy hair, then they start trimming her pussy hair. They get the hair nice and short then put on some clear liquid, let it sit for a few minutes then they wash it off. Jane’s pussy now looks like a new born babies pussy. No hair.
Tonight we are going to have a special dinner! It is going to be you, my husband, Steve, Hanna and myself. At this dinner you are not allowed to speak! So we are going to put this little ball gag in your mouth, it has a hole in it where we put a tube so you can drink. You will be drinking some more of the great tea you were drinking all day. We will be in our burkas, you will do as I tell you. Ok? Jane says yes anything you say.
Omar tell Steve that tonight at dinner he will be surprised! Just go with the flow ok! Steve says ok.
Steve and Omar go sit down for dinner, the door opens, in walks 3 woman in burkas. Steve can not believe what he sees! Jane in a burka! No way! The 3 woman come over sit on the rug and just look a head. A 3 piece band set up in the corner, start playing fast music. Then they play a slow song, Omar gets up, goes over to Jane, holds his hand out to dance, she takes his hand and they start to dance. Jane feels something inside her burka, then she feel Omar hand on her pussy. His finger is moving up and down her pussy slit, she start to back away from him but he pulls her closer. His finger is at the top of her pussy playing with her clit, moving up, down back and forth. Omar moves his mouth next to her ear, starts to tell her how pretty she is, tells her she is getting turned on by his finger, she loves the way his finger feels rubbing her pussy. she is getting so turn on he tells her to come, she starts to shake and is have an orgasm. She can not stand any longer so Omar holds her up until she can stand. The song ends, Omar escorts her back to where she was sitting, she sits, Sasha leans over, tells her to drinks some tea. Her head is floating, she feels like she is in never, never land. Steve looks but can not believe what is going on. In a few minutes another slow song, Omar goes over to Jane again to dance, she gets up, goes with Omar, start dancing. Again she feels his hand on her pussy! Omar start talking to her asking her to stay and be his number 2 wife. He tells her that Sasha can not have children and he want Jane to stay to bear him children. She start to back away from him but he pulls her close again. He then say I want you to come! Again she start to shake, another orgasm, she leans into him again, he holds her up. Omar takes her back to where she was sitting, Sasha leaned over, tells her to drink more tea. A little while later another slow dance, Omar has Jane dancing again. His hand is on her pussy again but this time she is pushing into his hand. He looks her in the eye and says that he wants her to stay! She looks at him and shake her head yes! He says that she will love it here! Now I want you to have another orgasm, she shake, shakes and shakes. When she finishes her orgasm Omar dances with her a little while longer. He tells her tonight he wants her to go back to Steve’s room and fuck his brains out. Tell him that she is going to stay here to get married.
After the dinner they take Jane to Sasha’s private room, take the ball gag out of her mouth, give her some more tea then tell her to go back to Steve’s room in her burka. For the night he is her master, fuck, suck and to anal if he wants.
Back at Steve’s room there is a knock on his door, he goes over, opens the door and there is Jane in her burka. She says master can I pleasure you! She walks in, takes off her burka, Steve sees her clean pussy, she will not look him in the eye any more. Steve looks at her, pulls his pants down, says blow me. She gets down on her knees in front of him, takes is cock in her mouth and proceeds to give him the best blow job he has ever gotten from her. Next he got her up on top of him, had her fuck, fuck and fuck. He can not figure out what they did to her but what a great lay she is. All night long they fuck, suck and he even fucked in the ass.
The next day she tells him that she has decided to stay, marry Omar and have his children. Steve can not believe it.
They dress, Jane back into her burka, she now loves it. They go out to see Omar. Omar hand Steve a check for 1 million dollars
This is the first girl Steve sold! Omar has some papers for Jane to sign. He gives a copy to Steve so he can show everyone that Jane stayed willingly. Jane goes back to Sasha’s private room, takes her burka off, Hanna starts giving her a massage, Sasha comes in and kisses Jane. Jane is now so much in love with Sasha, Omar and Hanna she just feels so peaceful and warm! She takes another sip of tea and smiles.
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Majic Kingdom

My name is Bill Davis and Im a big fan of erotic stories, especially ones about young girls. I recently had an encounter that I had to share.
A little about me, Im a middle aged guy, divorced for a few years. Im a salesman and travel quite a bit. I love checking out young girls and prefer age 11-14 “the developmental years”. I love going to the mall or even better public pools and watch all the little hotties.
A couple weeks ago I had to go to Anaheim to call on a few customers. When I travel I like to stay in nice places so I booked a room in a well-known place. After picking up my rental car I headed to my hotel to unwind and relax before my meeting the next day. As I started getting closer to the hotel I realized the highway exit was the same as a famous amusement park. As I got even closer I started seeing all these little cheerleader walking around. My heart started to race the closer I got to the hotel. There were literally hundreds of these little angles walking around in there short little uniforms; my cock was hard by the time I pulled into the valet. When I entered the lobby my jaw about dropped, there was at least 100 tight bodied little cheerleader all doing stretches and little routines, I didn’t think I could get harder but I did. I went to the front desk and as I was checking in I asked the clerk what this scene was all about. She informed me it was a big Cheer America tournament the park puts on, I knew I was going to be in for an interesting couple of days.
After checking in I grabbed my bags and head to the elevator, there was a group of about 6 cuties already waiting when I walked up, the doors opened and we all got in. There in front of me was a gaggle of some of the most beautiful creatures Ive ever seen. They all had on the same uniforms; uniforms that had skirts so high you could see their tight little cheer panties and small little tops that exposed their tight little tummies. By now my cock was throbbing and I was beginning to sweat. The girls didn’t pay much attention to me and were chattering like they all had a pot of coffee a piece. Just then one of the prettiest girls looked behind at me and busted me staring at her ass, she then looked me over and noticed my huge bulge. She turned back around and whispered something in the girl next to hers ear and they broke out in uncontrollable giggles, my face must have been beet red but fortunately the elevator was coming to a stop, unfortunately they were getting off on the same floor. As they walked down the hall the 2 girls kept looking back at me still giggling. They reached their room and they all piled in, as I walked past I notice clothes thrown all over the floor, mostly panties and swimwear. Just before the door closed, the girl who caught me gave me a wink and giggled some more.
As soon as I got in my room I got my cock out and stroked it a hundred miles an hour, It didn’t take long before I was shooting long ropes of cum right on the floor of my room. It was one the must intense wank sessions I ever had and I felt like a nap.
After my nap I realized I hadn’t even looked at the view from my balcony, when pulled the drapes I saw how lucky I was. There in front of me was a perfect view of the hotel pool area. There was a huge pool, hot tub and bar with lots of palm trees. But the best thing about this view was the large group of cheerleaders, now in bikinis running around and splashing in the pool, I got immediately hard again. I quickly got naked, threw on a hotel robe and took a seat on the balcony. There was so many of these hot young girls it was hard to focus on just one, but one particular group did catch my attention. There was a group of 3 girls in the shallow end of the pool, all in bikinis practicing cheer moves. They would take turns hoisting one of the girls as she did a spread eagle. I watch for a few seconds when I recognized one of the girls was the same girl that caught me with a hard on. She was wearing a particularly small bikini and every time she did her spread eagle her bikini bottom pulled up into her slit. It was amazing, one of attempts her bikini bottom actually split her lips. My cock was now tenting my robe but from my vantage point no one could see. I watched this show for another 30 minutes or so when my newfound obsession yelled out to another girl laying in a lounge chair next to the pool. She kept yelling “Alyssa, Alyssa, come back in the pool”. After a couple tries to get her friends attention she got out of the pool and ran over to the girl. It was the other little giggler from the elevator and they had the exact same bathing suit on. As the wet girl stood over the other I realized they must be sisters. The girl from the pool prodded her sister to come back in the pool but to no prevail. I heard the girl in the chair tell her sister “ Christina you are in my sun so go away”, with that Alyssa shrugged her shoulders and ran back to the others in the pool.
I had a new found focus and that was Alyssa. She looked a little younger than Christina but their bodies look identical and right after her sister left her side it must have been time for her to turn over. When she opened her eyes she started to turn and noticed me watching. Alyssa got an evil grin on her face and repositioned herself so I had the perfect view of her ass. As she lay there I could she the bikini bottom ride up her crack just like her older sisters had done in the pool. I couldn’t stand much more so I discreetly reached in my robe for a little relief; I stroked my cock but not excessively. A few minutes later Alyssa reached back and pulled her bottom up even higher, basicly turning bikini into a thong. She spread her legs a little wider giving to her ass and the sides of her puffy lips. I was just about to blow another huge load when I got distracted by the gate to the pool door slamming close, in walked a guy around my age and walked right to Alyssa was laying. Alyssa looked up and said “hi daddy” the guy told her to be careful not to burn. The she asked him to put lotion on her back to which he did. It started pretty innocently, he rubbed her shoulders then her upper back, then her lower back, but then things got interesting. The dad started rubbing lotion in her thighs and spent a lot of time on them. Alyssa responded by spreading her legs wider and dad now slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed in a sawing motion. Alyssa responded by raising her butt a little; you could see her breathing had changed. Right there I knew this was not a typical dad/daughter relationship. Just as things started to heat up Christina came back and pulled up a chair next to her dad and Alyssa, “hi daddy” she said. The dad just smiled back at her and kept going on masterbating his younger daughter, while Christina watched. Christina seemed to really enjoy watching this, her hand wondered down between her legs and gave herself a few rubs. My head and cock where about to explode when Christina whispered “daddy” and pulled her bottoms to the side exposing her bare pussy to her daddy. That was it for me, cum gushed from my cock coating my chest. Soon after Alyssa’s dad slapped her on the ass and motioned both girls it was time to go. As they got up to go to their room dad noticed me watching and gave me a hey nod, if only he knew his little girls made cum twice in 3 hours time.
I decided to shower and go out for a bite and by the time I got back the pool was pretty quiet. So on got on-line read some incest stories and cam chatted with one on my jerk off buddies about what I had seen today. I had to get up early so I turned in. The next day I had meetings until 5 and then dinner so by the time I got back to the hotel it was around 9. I wasn’t to optimistic that the pool would be very fruitful but there was a few of the cheer girls still out, instead of watching from my balcony I decided to go take a dip myself. When I first got down to the pool I thought Id just pull up a chair and observe. There were about 8 girls in the pool doing what girls that age do, splashing, playing, you know. I did notice a pattern; they would play in the pool for a while then all get out and get in the hot tub. This gave me an idea, Id wait a while they played in the pool then go sit in the hot tub so they would be forced to join me. Well my plan worked; after about minutes they all came running back to the hot tub. When they first saw me they paused but they all looked at each other, shrugged and all climbed in. I was in heaven, 8 beautiful teen and preteen babes climbing in to a hot tub with me. I had up close shots of developing tits, cameled toed pussies and tight tiny asses, one on the older girls spread her legs while getting in and actually got a pube shot. As expected I was hard again, luckily with all the bodies no one could tell. The girls stuck to their routine and got back out of the hot tub about 10 minutes later, I was again treated to fabulous shots of asses and puffy pussies, I figured Id jerk off as soon as they left and leave them my cum floating for their next trip to the hot tub. I started stroking when the slam of the pool gate distracted me again.
I looked up and saw my 2 dream girls and their dad, all walking toward me. I quickly pulled my hand from my now engorged penis and smiled at the three of them. The girls removed there long t-shirts and the tree of them climbed in the tub, as earlier they had on the tight white bikinis that were definitely too small. I focused on little Alyssa as she lifted her leg and flashed me a great pussy shot, she plopped in and was soon joined by Christina and her dad. We all said our hellos and we were introduced. I found out these were the Hendersons, Jack 37, Christina 13, and Alyssa 11 and a half (Alyssa made sure the half was counted). I mostly talked to Jack about why they were here and he explained they were the best junior team from Little Rock. He told me about how the tournament worked and how they did that day. As we were talking the girls must have noticed my hard on and started whispering again, soon the giggles started all over again. Jack took notice and warned them to behave but they just ignored him like they can do what they want. Jack and I were getting along well when the pool hotel person notified us the pool was closing, the girls both groaned and begrudgingly got out, I got one last look at the two dainty asses of my two new jerk off fantasies. As I looked up Jack was watching me watching them, he just smiled, gave me a wink and dried off. We all climbed in the elevator and headed to our rooms, I couldn’t keep my eyes off these girls and still had a hard on, unfortunately I knew this was going to be my last look at them. As we walked down the hall Jack and I continued to talk, they got to their room and I went to shake his and when he asked if I wanted to come in for a beer or 2, well that wasn’t a hard decision.
Once inside Jack instructed the girls to take a shower and get ready for bed, Alyssa asked Jack if they could watch a movie before bed and he agreed and both girls ran off to the bathroom. The Hendresonsons had a suite so they had a small living area, a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchenette. Jack and I sat in the living area drinking beer and talking about work and the world when the girls came running back out. I asked how they got ready so fast and they told me they showered together. They wore the same long t-shirts they had on earlier and had a strong smell of strawberry from their shampoo. They turned on the TV and grabbed 2 large couch cushions for them to lie on while they watched their movie. I was getting hard again with the thought that maybe Id get to see their pantyed covered asses, when they both flopped down on their bellies right in front of me and Jack. The way they were laying I could see the roundness of their ass cheeks but couldn’t see what kind of panties they had on, I figured thongs but wasn’t sure. Jack was still talking but I really had a hard time listening, then Alyssa shifted a little and pulled her t-shirt up a bit to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties and I assumed Christina wasn’t either. I looked over at Jack and he smiled and asked what I thought, I wasn’t sure what to say but before I had a chance to answer, Jack pulled his hard cock out of his shorts and started stroking. Jack told me go ahead pull mine out and enjoy if I wanted, mean while Christina was searching all the pay for view movies and the girl debated everyone that came up. I wasted no time in pulling my shorts down and stroking my cock, the girls were oblivious while searching their movie. In the background I heard Christina say, “I like this one lets watch this”. I was do busy looking at Alyssa’s pussy to care what they wanted to watch until I heard a familiar opening to the “hustler’s barely legal” sound track. I looked at the screen and it was a porn, Christina looked back and asked if it was ok, what she saw were her father and I stroking our cocks looking at her and her sister. She just smiled and turned back to the TV and pulled her t-shirt up more exposing her bald pussy. The movie starts an its about a cheerleader getting fucked by her coach, the first scene is of the cheerleader masterbating in the locker room, she gets caught by the football coach and he starts eating her pussy. I turn my attention back to the girls and I see they have both have raised their asses and are rubbing their tight pink slits. The coach goes down on the cheerleader and both girls start rubbing harder. Alyssa looks back at me and says she loves that; she stands up and sits on the couch and spreads her legs wide. Alyssa started rubbing her clit rhythmically watching the action on the screen; I can tell she’s wet based on the squishing sound coming from her pussy. Soon after Christina gets up and sits next to her sister so she can fully play with her pussy, so there we were all 4 of us masterbating, watching porn and each other. I could tell Jack was as close to cuming as I was when Jack told Christina to come over to him. Christina hopped off the couch and stood next to her dad, Jack started sliding his fingers up and down his daughter’s now sloppy slit. Christina let out a low moan and her legs got wobbly. Then Jack slid his middle finger in her tight hole and started finger fucking slow and deep, Alyssa and I were both now transfixed watching father and daughter. Jack looked over at my now purple cock and me and motioned Alyssa over to me. Alyssa ran over to me and said “Mr. Davis will you lick my slit” I literally groaned and shook my head yes which got a laugh out of all 3 of the Hendersons. Being the limber little minx that she was, Alyssa climbed up my chair putting both her feet on each arm of the chair. She half stood half squatted, leaving her bare pink slit directly in front of my face. I dove right in licking the entire length of her tasty preteen pussy, which caused her to now groan. After lapping at her leaking cunt for a few minutes I took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked it hard causing her to squeal loud enough to hurt my ears. She grabbed my hair in both fists and I knew she was close to orgasm; the she mashed her pelvis into my chin and ground her twat on to me. She was cumming and I could feel the juice running down my neck as she shook and panted. Her orgasm last a good 30 seconds until she collapsed on my lap, burying her face into my chest. I looked over at Jack and Christina and saw that she was now on her dads lap riding his cock while watch me and her younger sister do oral sex.
Alyssa regained her senses and looked at her dad and then back at me, “can I daddy?” she asked Jack. Jack just grunted “ok baby”, Alyssa stood up and pulled her nightshirt off, and grabbed the waistband of my shorts, pulling them off me. Then she climbed back on the chair placing her knees on either side of my thighs. She reached behind her grasping my agonizingly hard cock and rubbing it up and down her already slick pussy, “go slow, Im not very big” she whispered, with that she lined my cock to her small opening and eased her way back onto my cock head. I watched her face and saw her wince a little; she stopped for a second then started easing more of me into her. She was breathing very hard and pulled up so just the head was in her and then plunged down again taking about half my cock. She lifted up again, then down, up then down, up then down. I was now balls deep in her and she stopped to let her pussy fully stretch around my aching cock. Then Alyssa started grinding her pelvis into mine, panting and gasping for breath. I could feel her little girl lube running down my ass crack and I grabbed both her ass cheeks and squeezed making her moan. I lifted this tiny little 90 lb girl up and then slammed her down. Up and down, up and down, up and down she fucking me better then any woman had fucked me before. I could feel my balls start to tense and told I was going to cum, “shoot.. it.. deep.. in.. side.. me” Alyssa grunted. I slammed her down hard a released squirt after squirt after squirt. Alyssa again collapsed into my chest, grasping for air.
I looked over at Christina and Jack and they cuddled in the chair completely naked peacefully watching Alyssa and I. Alyssa raised her head looked around and proclaimed “ that was fuckin hot” which got a roar of laughter from the rest of us.
Jack announced to the girls it was time for bed and to be sure to clean the sperm from their pussys first. Both girls climbed off our laps and headed to clean up. I told Jack how grateful I was for sharing and he explain that the 2 of them have been wearing him out. When the girls returned they both gave us kisses and headed for bed, since they only had 1 bed Alyssa shared the bedroom that night with Jack and Christina slept on the pull out couch. I got up to head back to my room and Jack asked if I want to have 1 more beer, I accepted and he turned the living room lights off and we took seats around the dinning table. I asked Jack how he ever got so lucky? “ Well it all started a couple years ago” Jack started…… more to come?

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Fantasy

Falling For Susan Ch.2

Thank you Blackstallion21 for editing and suggestions. Before you go ahead please note that this story is not only about John and Susan but also about Anna.Susan.
In a single word, goddess. Her smooth milky white skin was ready to turn red if something or someone gripped her too hard. In contrast with her skin, her long hair was midnight black. Strangely the contrast only added to her beauty. Her hair was silky and reached her hips. It was straight till half way of her back and the lower half was slightly curled, like waves in the ocean. Any man was bound to have an urge to run his hands through her thick mane.
Her light blue eyes looked like they didn’t miss a thing. She scanned John from head to toe and he liked the way her thick eyebrows arched in the middle with concentration.
She had an angular face with superb nose and slightly angular chin. Her high cheek bones and beautiful full lips completed the combination. Her uncoated lips curled into a smile which was truly heartbreaking.
In a blue t-shirt, that matched her eyes and black skin tight jeans her perfect body called for everybody’s attention. Her sky high waist, broad hips and shoulders formed an hour glass figure. Her breasts pointed out without any sag. John guessed them to be 34c.
John marked her to be 5 ft. 10 inches tall as she’s an inch taller than Anna. Her really long legs seemed to go on for forever.
“Susan, this is John and John, this is Susan.” Anna introduced them to each other. At that moment two sets of blue eyes were locked on him.
“Hi,” John said extending his hand towards Susan. She hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand. John felt some tingling sensation when their hands met.
“Hi,” she replied, her voice was soft and had a musical ring to it. He quickly released her hand when he felt a slight pull from her side.
John never thought he would meet a woman as beautiful as Anna. Now that he met Susan he still had trouble believing it. Standing side by side, with identical smiles and dimples, they looked like siblings if not twins. Their build, smile and eyes are similar to one another, almost identical. The only difference is their hair, one being a redhead and the other a brunette.
“Now, please move on to the tables set up in the next lab,” the TA’s voice came in. “Students without laptops can use campus’ workstations.”
Damn, there goes the hope of getting out early out of the window. One look at Susan and he was grinning ear to ear. The next two and half hours might not be as bad as he thought they would be.
They hurried to next room which was filled with circular tables with three chairs around each one of them. Half of them were empty and the other half were set up with computers.
“Got a lap?” John asked Susan. When she nodded her head yes they occupied the nearest empty table without computers. John pulled out his laptop out of the bag and started it.
“The password for the campus WLAN is on the front screen and please open the displayed web address on your browser,” another TA’s came in from the overhead speakers.
After connecting to the WLAN, John opens his browser and typed in the address. It took him to the courses’ official site with brief introduction.
“After reading the introduction, please continue to the ASSIGNMENT 0 on the left side,” the TA continued. “As all of you have taken some sort of advanced computer class in high school, it’s only to check your background knowledge. Please submit your answers by the end of the Lab. Only one submission for a team. Instructions regarding it will be given later.”
John opened the link and started scanning through the questions. The first half were pretty much regular standard questions. Probably, everyone present in the lab can answer them. Second half were tricky though.
He tried to concentrate on the assignment but found it harder in the presence of two stunningly beautiful females. He grew accustomed to Anna’s company but the mere existence of Susan was driving him crazy.
One of the guys from the adjacent table got up, probably for using the restroom or to get a clear look at the girls. Watching them he walked smack into the nearby wall. There was a loud thump and he fell on his ass. Most of the students burst out laughing. John got on his feet to help him.
“Shit, man, are you ok?” John was trying so hard not to laugh as he was pretty sure he would walked in to the wall himself, a few minutes ago, watching Susan. John helped the poor soul to stand up and one could almost see stars circling over his head. “Are you ok?” John asked him again.
He tried to say something but nothing came out. He opened his and closed his mouth a couple of times like a fish desperate for water. Taking it as bad John tried to help him to sit down. One of his friends from his table reached them and together they helped him to his seat.
“Jesus, Alex that’s most stupidest thing you ever did,” saying his friend rolled in laughter. John, no longer able to control himself, shook his head and returned to his chair. Both girls were muttering something under their breath and giggling.
Everything returned to normal when a T.A reminded them that they got less than two hours to complete their work.
When John’s hand brushed across Susan’s accidently, she pulled her hand back sharply, with disgust in her eyes. For the next hour and half it’s apparent to John that she behaved like a bitch whenever he tried to talk to her.
Finally, the completed their work and following the T.A’s new instructions they submitted it. Most of groups were still working but there were few who completed and chatting ideally. The guy named Alex was looking at John’s table and when he caught John’s eye he looked away turning bright red.
Professor Bell marched into lab making a considerable commotion like an overgrown baby elephant and not to mention he looked like one. He talked to T.As for a few minutes before clearing his throat. The whole class fell silent and he began.
“Only ten groups have submitted their assignments, by far and their performance is as I expected it to be. Do not worry if you are not capable of answering the last five questions as they are bit tricky and beyond your current level. But one group, Mr. Miller, Ms. Williams and Ms. Jones, has answered all of them and they did a fine job. I hope you will keep it up in the future.”
At this, both of the girls were blushing and John, he was just glad that nobody knew their surnames and was not receiving any unwanted attention.
“If any of the students,” Professor Bell continued, “is having any problem they can meet me in my office during working hours and we will discuss it. If I am not available you can talk to one of the T.A’s and they will pass it on to me. Thank you, you are free to leave.”
While John was packing his Laptop a T.A came to their table. “Professor Bell gave you this for your performance, congratulations.” Saying he placed three books on the table and walked away.
The books were on animation and operating systems. All the three were written by Professor Bell himself. Susan grabbed the text book on animation.
“Can I take this one?” she asked raising her eyebrows.
“You can have all the three,” John answered slinging his bag on to his shoulder. “Anna already brought the whole collection.”
“That doesn’t mean you have a copy. You are willing to give up two hundred dollar books to make an impression,” she said in irritated voice.
“What the hell -”
“Hang on a second,” Anna interrupted him raising his hand and turned towards Susan. “As he said you can have them. When I brought the whole set, it’s for me and John. There’s no reason for you to act like a bitch.”
Grabbing His hand, Anna pulled him towards the exit, leaving behind a baffled looking Susan.
“That which, insulting you for no reason. Impression, my ass.” Anna kicked a small stone, lying in their way.
“Let it go, Anna. Just let it go.” John rubbed her back. God bless the poor soul who had to feel Anna’s wrath because sometimes she can be mean. Very mean. But John also knew Anna’s anger was momentary. Once her anger dies down she will regret calling Susan a bitch.
A few minutes later John kicked open his room door. There’s still no sign of his roommate. He opened his laptop and started working on one of the projects he and Anna began a year ago. But his thoughts went back to Susan. There’s one thing he hate the most in the world, a bitch with attitude and Susan was most likely to be one. He had no idea how to deal with her for rest of the semester.
Just below his room, Susan opened her journal to fill in her day’s events. A habit she picked up quite recently, in the memory of her late mother. By far, there were only few entries. Whenever she tried to write something, her thoughts turned towards her mother. Even after ten years, she still missed her mom. Wiping away her tears she began writing.Today’s the first day of college and I wish you could be here mom. You always wanted this for me and now here I am in one of the best universities. Can’t say the same thing about some of the people though. Leslie is not in the room right now. Yesterday I met a girl named Anna. She appeared to be a nice girl. She probably is. I met her again today in some lab, along with her boyfriend, John. Hot, Handsome and flattering, a match for Anna in terms of looks. But a total jerk. I mean anybody who hits on other girls behind his girlfriend’s back is a jerk, at least to me. Men are the same. Thinking of him brings back the memories which are best left forgotten. And Anna, the poor girl probably has no idea about him. She defended him like he was meant a world to him. Pity that I have to team up with them for the rest of the semester. At least, I have enough time save Anna from that jerk.
With a renewed determination to save Anna from the clutches of John, Susan closed her journal with a loud thump. She had absolutely no idea that the jerk is soundly asleep in the room above her.
The next morning, Susan’s internal clock woke her up precisely at five. On the other end of the room her roommate Leslie was still sleeping. Not wanting to disturb her, Susan collected her things and slipped out of the room silently like a mouse. Slinging the towel over her shoulder, she set off towards the common
bathrooms.
She was greeted by empty and silent corridors. As she entered the bathrooms she could hear a shower running and singing. Usually, no one was around this early in the morning. Shrugging her shoulders she slipped in to an adjacent stall, closing the glass door and drapes behind her.
Every bathroom in the dorm is fitted with a life size mirror. Susan undressed slowly, watching her image. She turned on the overhead shower and warm water washed over her body. She knew she had a killer figure and she liked to maintain it, definitely not to attract boys but simply because she liked it that way. Susan was pretty sure that men were not worth her time. All they care about was getting in her pants. So she did her best not to overly expose her body as she also hates women who use their bodies to get things done.
Probably, that was the reason she liked Anna. Susan never met a woman as beautiful and kind as Anna. She hoped that they can be friends, someday. But it’s highly unlikely now because of yesterday incident.
John, a man, was responsible for that, as usual. He was breathtakingly handsome, which makes him even more dangerous. But that didn’t stop her right hand from reaching her pussy.
She started rubbing her clit while she fondled her breasts with her left hand. From reasons she cannot fathom, just the thought of him sent a tingle through her system. Oh god, she thought, he was heavily built. She slowly inserted her finger in her pussy and started pushing it in and out. Soon second finger followed the first and she pinched her nipples. She imagined how his body will feel against hers as she rode her fingers vigorously. Remembering that she was not alone in the stalls, she bit her lower lip hard to suppress her voice. Finally, her hips buckled hard against her fingers as she came trembling down from the most intensive orgasm.
Never in her life she came that hard and it disgusted her. She came thinking about John, another woman’s man and the fact that he was a complete asshole didn’t help either. True, she was attracted to him. But these were her feelings which means she can and will keep them in check. She has to. She was like Anna once. She made a mistake of trusting a boy and he was like John, unable to satisfy himself with a single woman.
Turning off the shower, Susan grabbed a towel and dried herself. Wrapping it around herself, she stepped out of the stall. A redhead was drying her damp hair facing a wall mirror. Susan can recognize that lush and outrageous beauty from a mile away. Anna.
“Never knew there’s another early riser,” Anna said without looking at her.
Susan tried to say something but all that came out of her mouth was a grunt. Anna’s eyes darted towards the image of Susan in the mirror. She turned around and starred at Susan for a full minute before speaking.
“Looks like I owe you an apology. Shouldn’t have lost my cool like that. I am sorry,” Anna spoke, breaking the silence. Saying Susan was surprised would be an understatement. She never expected Anna to apologize or for a head on confrontation. If anything else she expected her to be angry or mouthy.
“Yeah, me too. Sorry,” Susan said, even though she was sure that she had nothing to apologize. She didn’t want to get on wrong footing with Anna once again.
“So, care to explain what happened yesterday?” Anna asked.
“John was hitting on me,” Susan replied, deciding that telling truth would be the best option.
“Yeah, I saw that. What am I? Blind.”
“But he’s your boyfriend.” Anna looked at her surprised, and then laughed.
“You thought we are together.” Still laughing, Anna shook her head. “No we are just friends. Best friends, since we were kids.”
“Oh.” Susan felt a ray of hope. He’s single. She pushed that hope aside. Deep down all the men were same. But being the best friend of straight forward person like Anna was a point in his favor.
“Generally, I don’t get mouthy i.e. except in the matters regarding John,” Anna continued. “As we solved the problem of our misunderstanding, Friends?”
“Yeah, definitely.” If there’s anyone Susan can get along with, it’s Anna.Alex.
John met Anna in the lounge. They were soon joined by Susan, not before Anna explained him about the yesterday’s misunderstanding and their early morning discussion. Even then John didn’t warm up to Susan.
“I am sorry, John,” Susan apologized. Her tone made him think that she was being sincere. “I really am -”
“It’s alright. I don’t care.” John cut her off.
He know he was being rude but if there’s one thing he learned about his opposite gender that is to stay away from the crazy ones.
The walk to the lecture halls was filled with both women babbling about cosmetics etc. Like they need any of them, John thought, they are already freaking beautiful. Through out of his school like he observed one thing. When two girls as beautiful as Anna or Susan end up as friends they end up as bffs or if they end up as enemies, even the thought sends shivers up his spine. And these two were showing the signs of the former case.
Though he didn’t get along well Susan John’s day was normal until he met Leslie. She was sitting in cafeteria alone during lunch. Susan and Anna were chatting animatedly like long separated friends meeting for the first time. As his presence will not be missed he made his way towards Leslie. She was toying with her food clearly not interested in eating,
“Hey.” John sat opposite to her.
“Hey, yourself,” she said looking surprised.
“Sorry for not calling you. I lost the flyer with your number.”
“Even if you didn’t why would you call me? You got a girlfriend,” she said pointing towards Anna.
“Oh, man.” John leaned back tipping the chair slightly. “Why would any one thing that? She’s my best friend since we were kids. That’s all there is to it.”
“What about the brunette?” she waved to Susan and Susan waved back.
“Who? Susan. Nothing’s going on between us and I seriously doubt there ever will be.”
Even if his words didn’t, his expression must have done it because Leslie nodded her head. “So want to go out tonight?”
“Sure. Seven o’clock ok with you?”
“It’s fine.” They exchanged their numbers. John raised his head and saw Susan staring at him. As soon as their eyes met she looked away.
Susan noticed John slipping away from their table to meet Leslie, who was sitting alone. She thought of joining Leslie but Anna waved to her as soon as she entered the cafeteria. She was right about one thing. John was like other men. He moved on without giving a second thought about her. Didn’t he hit on her yesterday? Sure they had a misunderstanding but it was cleared up. Like everybody else he was after easy prey. But she felt tug of envy seeing John talking to Leslie. From morning John never engaged her in a conversation. If she did he gave her only short replies. Fine, she thought, I am not gonna waste my time thinking about someone who doesn’t give a second thought about me.
But Susan was not so lucky. The first thing she noticed, after returning to her room, was Leslie getting ready for date, which made her think of John once more. She was annoyed as Leslie changed her clothes three times before settling onto a cute green dress. She never understood why people keep changing their clothes before a date. Throughout the entire process Leslie kept going on about how handsome John is, which annoyed her even more. Susan was not sure whether she felt relieved or troubled when Leslie stepped out of the room looking like a wolf in search of her prey. She was troubled because Leslie looked like she was about to swallow John in half. She mentally kicked herself, for felling concerned about John, before opening her books to start on the assignments given earlier in the day.
John was waiting in the parking lot, for Leslie. Thankfully they were in the same dorm, which saved him the trouble of picking her up. As Leslie approached him he couldn’t help but notice how the small green dress hugged her tight little body. The dress was a lot cut exposing ample amount of cleavage. It ended just below her buttocks and her legs were displayed for the whole world to see. She walked towards him swaying her hips a little more than necessary.
“Wow, you look stunning.” John was having a hard keeping his eyes on her face. She blushed hearing his words.
“Let’s take my car.” She walked towards her car. John enjoyed her back view as equally as he enjoyed the front view. Her dress struck to her cheeks leaving nothing to imagination.
She stopped beside a Mercedes and dug out the keys from her hand bag. John would’ve been impressed with the ride if his mother didn’t drive the same thing.
“Where to?” she asked him rising her eyebrows.
“There’s a good dinner few blocks away.” The first thing John and Anna checked out in the area were good places to eat.
“Lead on.” She threw him the keys. John opened her door for her before getting behind the steering wheel.
In a few minutes they were sitting across each other in the dinner. As it was a school night the dinner was not so busy. Food was good. They spent an entire hour eating and talking, mostly about him. He told her about his family and childhood. She avoided speaking about her except for a few things. John learned that she came from a big city and her parents were divorced. He didn’t push her to talk about herself beyond that.
John paid their bill and they decided to get back as they had classes the next day. John pulled into dorm parking lot a few minutes later.
“I had a great time.” Leslie said unbuckling her seat belt and leaning over. John unbuckled his own seatbelt before pulling her in for a steamy hot kiss. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths. They kissed for a few minutes before pulling back for air.
“That was hot.” Leslie said leaning in for another kiss.
After the kiss ended they got out of the car and into the lift. She gave him little peck on the lips before she got out on her floor.
Anna was waiting for him in his room, to pry all the details she could get out of him.
“So, how did it go?” she asked him as soon as he entered the room.
“When do you stop prying into my social life?” he said annoyed.
“Probably after the next fifty years. Spill it.”
Knowing that she will not leave until he told her everything he signed on sat on his bed beside her.
“It went like all the first dates. We ate and we talked.” When it became evident that he was not saying anymore, she started hitting in the shoulder.
“Alright, alright, we kissed a little. More than a little.” he added seeing the look in her eyes.
Knowing that that’s all she can get from him she changed the subject to the project they are working on. As his roommate hadn’t checked in yet, Anna bunked in his bed for the night.
John was looking forward to meeting Leslie next day during the lunch. But she was nowhere to be seen. As their lunch break was for two hours and the fact that most of the students were free for most of the afternoons during the week either she left to her room or having a late lunch. Sighing John took a table with Anna and Susan.
John got up to get some orange juice from the counter. As soon as he got a carton someone collided with him, spilling the entire contents on the floor. John avoided falling down and looked at his assaulter.
A guy of six foot height was looking at him angrily and some juice was spilled on his shirt.
“Sorry,” John apologized even though it was not his mistake.
The guy with the orange juice on his shirt looked over his shoulder. When his friend came to join him, he cracked his knuckles. “Watch were you are going, punk. Now who’s going to clean my shirt,” he said threateningly.
Before John can say something he heard a growl from his back. He turned around to find a giant looking at them. He was something around 6 ft. 7 with black hair, black eyes and well-built body.
“Two on one isn’t fair and it’s your mistake,” the big guy said. “How about me on his side to even the things out.”
At this both of the John’s assaulters paled. “Next time, punk,” saying they retreated to their table.
“I hate the assholes like them,” the giant said to John.
“Thanks man, I am John.” John extended his hand.
“I am Alex,” Alex said taking his hand. “Running late, coach’s gonna kill me, gotta go.” Alex turned around dashed out of the cafeteria.
John returned to the table and both the girls were watching him and Susan looked pale, ready to faint.
“I thought there’s going to be a fight.” Susan shook her head like she was clearing something out of her mind and Anna laughed.
“John and fighting doesn’t go together. He’s a pacifist,” Anna said.
“Yep, I don’t fight,” John told reassuring Susan. But she still looked pale. So, she hate fights huh, John thought.
Later that evening John returned to his room only to find it was filled cardboard boxes. So his roommate, whoever he was, finally decided to attend college. Carefully avoiding the boxes he threw his bag on his table and plopped down on his bed.
A few minutes Alex entered the room. He simply said, “oh, you.”
“Yep, me. Need a hand,” John asked him, looking at the boxes.
“Sure, could use one.”
“So, why are you a week late?” John asked unpacking the nearest box.
“Small accident; it scared the shit out of me. Never thought I could play ball again.”
“College team, huh. What position?”
“Quarterback; you play?”
“Used to, I was a wide receiver.”
They both unpacked the boxes silently for the next hour, before going down for dinner.Bill.
John was looking forward to spend some time with Leslie but they didn’t go beyond their first date in that week. Though they made plans spend the weekend together, they never got to it. Leslie flew to her hometown on Friday skipping most of her classes. She left him a message saying that something has come up and she was sorry for missing their time together. She ended the message with a promised to meet him on Monday.
And now here he was standing in a store watching Susan and Anna shopping instead of being out on a date. Great way to spend a Saturday, he mused. He groaned, he fought and he did everything possible to avoid it. But in the end Anna dragged him along and Susan helping her to get him going didn’t miss his notice.
He didn’t know what to make of Susan or her mood swings. Sometimes she behaved like he was her best friend and there were also the times when she treats him like her archenemy and it drove him crazy. There must be some explanation to her behavior and John was determined to find what it was. He had to admit that she had a great taste, may it be clothes or anything else. She selected everything carefully.
Something shiny in the window of the store caught his eye. As both the girls were busy he stepped out of the store to take a better look, earrings.
His and Anna’s mothers were a great a fan of earrings. As soon as he took a closer look he knew they were meant for them. One pair was beautifully designed like stem flowers and other was elegantly sculpted in the shape of a leaves. He only thought for a second before deciding them to buy them. You don’t need an occasion to buy gift for your mother or godmother. Flowers will go to Jess, he decided, and leaves to his mother.
Susan saw him admiring the earrings in the glass window. Unlike other guys, he had been patient though out their entire shopping. He never complained even when Anna drove him crazy by asking him every silly little thing. He patiently offered his opinion.
A scream from outside startled her out of her thoughts. She saw a toddler running in the middle of the road and a car rushing towards him. Even if the driver hits the breaks, he or she cannot stop the car in time. Susan braced herself for the inevitable. Her heart stopped for a second when John dived towards the boy snatching him. His momentum carried them out of the vehicles path and they missed it by a hair’s breadth.
It took a minute for her to get her legs moving. When she reached them boy’s mother was hugging him and crying like a toddler herself. Crowd was gathering around them. She was grateful that the boy was unharmed, but to hell with the kid.
John never saw it coming. Susan slapped him on the back of his head before exploding at him.
“What the hell were thinking you dumb idiot?” Before John could answer she hit him once again. “What are you, stupid. You could have been in an accident.” Slap. Slap. “You idiot.” Slap.
“Cut it out, Susan.” John caught her hand before she can hit him again. What she did next rendered him speechless. She hugged him, tight and hard. That was the first time he had any physical contact with Susan. It sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body.
After a few seconds Susan stepped back blushing. Anna jumped into his arms immediately saving him from saying something to Susan. “Asshole. You scared me,” Anna mumbled stepping back.
Soon the crowd disappeared. The kid’s mom thanked him once again before offering them to buy lunch but John turned her down politely. She thanked him for one last time before moving on. John returned to the store to buy the earrings. He paid with his credit card and asked to gift wrap them. John went on with rest of the shopping mechanically as his brain froze on a single thought.
Susan hugged him.
John wasn’t new to hugging. Hell, he even hugged many girls. But happened when Susan hugged him never happened with anyone. He could have stayed holding her for the rest if life. But she ended it. What bothered John was she seemed distant and disturbed for the rest of the day.
When John was back in his room, he was more confused than ever. Susan intrigued him. He wanted to push her out of his mind but it proved to be hard. John was deep in his thoughts when Alex entered the room.
“Hey John, wanna play ball?” Alex asked him.
“Don’t you have practice?”
“Nope free on Sundays and Saturday evenings, for time being. I and few guys just want to practice. Care to join us.”
“Sure,” John replied. “But I don’t have any gear.”
“I can find you something.” John followed him to the field.
Few of his teammates were already waiting for them and Alex introduced him, all of them freshmen. One of the boys was roughly John’s size and he lent his spare gear. They practiced for the next two hours. John was able to keep up with Alex and others. Probably because they just began their college level training and not out of his league, yet. He knew within months they will be beyond him and it’s not just because of their training but because of their dedication. Alex was the most dedicated among them and John can tell he was a gifted quarterback.
“You play well bro. I am guessing you got few offers during high school,” Alex said on their way back from the field.
“Turned them down and I don’t regret it. I only played for fun and never intended to make career out of it. It’s just not my cup of tea.”
“So what’s your major?”
“Game design with a minor in management.”
“I play videogames now and then, especially the games where you can blow stuff.” Alex made firing sounds, raising his hands to fire an imaginary gun.
“Alex, John, wait up.” Jason, one of the Alex’s teammate came jogging towards them.
“You guys like racing?” he asked them.
“Yep,” Alex replied. “Why do you ask?”
“What about you?” Jason asked John ignoring Alex’s question.
“I don’t like racing. I love it.” John said, hoping that Jason can get him into few races.
“Well then, be here tomorrow by ten.” Jason pulled a paper from his pocket and handed it to them. “Bring anyone you want to.”
They went back to the room chatting talking cars.
Anna’s eyes lit up like fire crackers when John told her about the invitation during dinner. Susan was absent. She’s been dining with them for the past few days bit John didn’t give much thought to that, at the moment. All he was thinking about was the next day.
Susan joined them on the trip. John highly suspected that Anna dragged her along. Alex left a long time ago and John ended up waiting for the girls. They took out their Porsche Cayenne instead of 911 as the former was a SUV and the latter was a two seated.
John followed the instructions and soon entered the abandoned construction site. It was a huge venture, stopped on the middle. John was worried about cops but Jason assured that cops don’t give shit about this place as his father owns the place.
Alex met him a few minutes later and his jaw dropped noticing the car John arrived in. Not every day you see a 140 grand SUV on the road.
S
oon a race between Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Camaro has started. John watched as both the drivers ho
head to head with each other and the crowd went wild. In the end Mustang won.
John noticed the two kids who created the ruckus in cafeteria were now chatting with the Mustang’s owner. John stiffened when they came to him. Beside him he noticed Susan was shifting uncomfortable and Anna looked annoyed. They stopped for a second, watching Cayenne.
“Nice ride,” one of them said. “But I bet my ass that it cannot go toe to toe with that.” He pointed towards Mustang.
“Yeah baby. It’s unbeatable,” the Mustang’s driver chimed in. John noticed that he won his race relying mostly on the vehicle and not on his skill.
“With your skill set a kid with a broke down pick up can beat you,” John shot back. The crowd around them went silent and wad watching them.
“Prove it. Let’s face.” Mustang’s drive said with a sneer on his face.
“It’s not my turn to race. It’s hers,” John said indicating towards Anna.
“You hiding man.” The sneer on his face got bigger. “Sending a girl in your place; I am not racing against her.”
“What, are you afraid that you’ll lose to a girl,” Anna said coolly. Her annoyance was now replaced with pure excitement and his sneer fell from his face. Susan paled at her statement.
The crowd around them started chanting, “Race. Race.”
He said, “Fine,” before climbing into his vehicle. Anna removed her high heels and handed them to John and hoped into driver’s seat.
Both vehicles slowly approached the start line. John, Alex and Susan climbed a half-finished building to view the race. A blonde in a revealing outfit started the count. As she reached zero both cars shot forward, Mustanggaining the lead. It went in a zigzag way not allowing Anna to overtake.
“What a bummer. Looks like she’s about to lose,” Alex said after a few minutes. Susan was watching the race with wide eyes. When Anna cut
“Are you kidding? She’s just toying with him,” John said, laughing.
Right on cue, Anna surged forward cutting across the Mustang in a steep turn. Susan screamed loudly with everybody else. Anna didn’t lose her lead till the end and the crowd went nuts when she cleared the finish line a minute ahead of the Mustang.
“Like I said. She’s Daniel’s daughter through and through. She’s the one of the few who can keep up with her father.” John shouted over the noise, to be heard.
Anna got out of the SUV and raised her middle finger on the direction of Mustang. She launched herself into john’s arms laughing. Another race began diverting the attention of the crowd. Some lingered congratulating Anna on her win.
“Great driving. I am Bill.” John heard someone introducing himself to Anna.
John turned around and saw a guy shaking her hand. His blonde hair fell to his eyes. He’s fairly built and only two inches taller than Anna.
“She’s beautiful by the way,” Bill said looking at the car. “Not as beautiful as you though.”
Anna blushed. “I am Anna.”
“Nice meeting you, Anna. See you around,” Bill said before leaving.
John was not sure why but he didn’t like Bill. Anna never interfered with his social life though she pried all the details about his date out of him. John intending to do the same kept his mouth shut before making a wise ass comment and pissing Anna.
Both John and Anna didn’t notice Bill walking towards and later joining the guys who started the fight with John.
John turned off the alarm and got out of the bed, rubbing his eyes. Alarm clock showed that it was exactly five in the morning. John had no problem waking up early but for the past couple of months he got used to sleeping till seven. Alex stirred in his bed for a couple of minutes before waking up.
Together they made their way across the weight room. This particular gym was open to everyone. Alex turned up the music as they are the only people in the gym. They both started lifting weights but John became tired of it. Beside him Alex showed no sign of slowing down. Sighing, john got up and made his way towards a punching bag. He pounded on it mercilessly for the next half an hour.
When Alex finally stopped, they returned to their room. John hopped into shower without delay. As usual he met Anna in her floor’s lounge along with Susan. Susan schedule was pretty much similar to his except for a single class. That was the only class he shared with Leslie.
True to her word, Leslie was waiting for him in the cafeteria during lunch. He kissed her lightly on the lips before sitting down beside her. Anna and Susan joined them which Leslie didn’t mind.
She told him that she came back late night and didn’t want to call him yesterday.
As it’s Monday and all the four them had Professor Bell in the afternoon they moved to the computer lab. Leslie took off to join her team. John was glad that they resolved things with Susan and they could work together as a team.
As the lab ended Leslie grabbed him on the way out and whispered five words in his ear, “Let’s go to your room.” John knew that Alex will be out in the field practicing, so he didn’t object.
As soon as they got into his room Leslie was all over him. They tongues wrestled in their mouths. They only pulled back to undress and catch their breaths.
“I am so horny right now. God, I was thinking of doing this for the whole week,” she said in between the kisses.
Her words made John go rock hard. The last time he had sex was with Amanda and that was during their graduation. So, he simply said, “me too.”
John pulled her t-shirt over her head before latching back on to her lips. He quickly unsnapped her bra and took her breasts in her hands. They felt wonderful in his hands. Leslie pulled back to remove his shirt from him. Not wasting any time John unbuckled her jeans and pulled it down along with her panties. She did the same to him.
Leslie pushed John on to his bed before climbing him. She hovered her pussy over his rock hard cock for a few seconds before sitting down fully on to him. She bounced on him, first slowly and then steadily increased her pace. She made cute little sounds with drove him wild. John grabbed her ass, pushing himself deeper into him.
He slid his hands behind her neck and in one quick motion he had their positions reversed. He pinned her to the bed and started pounding her mercilessly. Her moans increased in both sound and intensity. Soon they were close to their orgasms.
“Harder… Harder… John… I am cumming. Cum in me.” she scratched his back.
“Me too,” John yelled, before spending him in her.
He fell on her exhausted. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds. He rolled on to his side before she could complain about his weight on her. After a few minutes they got up out of the bed and dressed. Leslie’s went back to her room to shower and change.
John did the same. Once in the shower his thoughts took over. He didn’t expect to go things this fast with Leslie. For some reason it bothered him. He shrugged his shoulders thinking that Leslie was also holding herself back over the summer. That explained a lot. John was fine with the turn of the events and he can continue things like this for a while and see where it goes. Well, who can say no to getting laid regularly?

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Fantasy

Part 2) Eragon – Saphira’s Little Discovery

****Let me say this now. THIS IS NOT MY STORY THIS BELONGS TO GryphonWings if you want to read more of his stories go here http://gryphonwings.sofurry.com/ this is a five part series**** *tags include
Human, Oral, Non-anthro, Vaginal, Deep Penetration, Impregnation, Dragoness, Ejaculation, Soulmates, M/F ps. i hope you love this like i did
This story takes place two months after the previous story (Eragon – A Rider for Saphira). It would be advisable to read that first.
The sun rose over Ellesmera once again, bathing it in a golden light. Eragon rose with a yawn, that had been a good night’s sleep. Once again he found himself staring at the inside of Saphira’s giant wing. She unfurled her wing from around him and looked at him directly.
“Good morning, little one,” she said to him cheerfully. Eragon grunted in reply, she was always too awake in the mornings.
Eragon and Saphira were in a serious relationship. They had found out that they had feelings for each other almost two months ago when Eragon was trying to help her find a mate. It turned out, that mate would be him. Even though they were human and dragon, so far, they had made it work mentally and sexually, and nobody had found out.
That was the way they wished to keep it, so when they wanted to engage in intercourse they would use the excuse of intense training to leave the watchful eyes of the elves who dwelled in Ellesmera. They always had hot, pleasuresome nights and, like right now, felt much better in the mornings.
Eragon gathered his clothes and mounted Saphira, and together they flew to a nearby hot spring to ash themselves clean of the night’s activities. She dived straight into the water with Eragon clinging to her back. Eragon let go and had a little swim around, enjoying the warm water as it washed over his lean body.
He waited for a little while, letting his body soak in the blissfully warm water. He looked around for his dragon and spotted her dark for swimming a short distance away. She was always so graceful when she did almost anything, wether it was flying or swimming, she could make it look easy.
Saphira surfaced not too far away and climbed out of the water, shaking herself clean of water. This sent thousands of droplets of water into the air, which caught the light and made her beautiful blue scales shine like a horde of treasure. Eragon knew she did that just for him, and he loved it so much.
She set about cleaning herself, licking her scales clear of anything the water couldn’t remove. Eragon watched on, fascinated, as she moved down her body and stopped at her belly, just above her large opening.
She looked across the water to Eragon and asked him in a teasing tone, “O’ Mighty Dragon Rider, I can’t seem to reach that far. Maybe you could help get me clean?”
Eragon knew instantly what she wanted, so he replied, “Maybe I could, it depends on where you want me to clean you, great dragon.” He swum over to the edge of the spring and climbed out, making his way over to his waiting dragon. She tuned over onto her back to allow Eragon access to ‘clean her’ He heaved his body up her tail and onto her belly, where he sat quietly.
“Where would you like me to begin?” He asked softly. He ran his hands across her large, soft underbelly, massaging her skillfully. He rubbed his hand all over her, but he deliberately avoided going any further. Saphira grunted in anticipation, she wanted him so badly she was tempted to just ask him outright. But, she had started the game; she would finish it.
“A little lower, Eragon,” she asked innocently. Eragon looked into her stunning sapphire eyes and moved a little further down, still not where she wanted him to be.
“Right here, my dragon?” he asked quietly. Saphira shook her head and he continued to work his hand lower and lower. Saphira shivered in delight, he was so close.
Just when Saphira though she had him he quickly stopped, just inches above her wet entrance. He ran little circles with his finger above her slit, making her extremely aggravated.
“Eragon, just a little bit more,” she said in a shaky voice, so full of anticipation.
“But Saphira,” Eragon asked with a smile on his face, “It would be hard to clean there. I may have to use my mouth, but surely you wouldn’t want that?”
Saphira shook her head and jostled him a little, causing him to use his hand to steady himself. Luckily for Saphira, his hand landed right on her soft opening. Eragon brought his hand back, watching a thin line of her sexual lubricant slide down his wrist. He licked his hand, sampling her amazing taste which he still loved just as much as the first time he had tried it.
Using his index finger he ran it down the middle of her slit, watching her stretch her limbs as she enjoyed his foreplay. He used his other hand to spread her open a little and rubbed his finger along the sides of her swollen lips. She loved this treatment, being a dragon she had a high level of patience and she knew it would only make the end result feel better.
She looked at her rider as he slowly, lovingly worked away at her lower regions. She gasped as he slipped a finger into her slick folds, pushing in until he couldn’t get his finger in any further. He marveled at how soft she was internally, it was like silk running over his fingers, slippery and textured slightly. Eragon knew he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself for much longer, he needed to taste her once again.
Their awkwardness as dragon and human had long since washed away along with inexperience. Eragon now knew exactly what she liked and vice versa. He curled his finger slightly and used it to rub her g-spot, making her back arch a little as he worked her depths. His skillful digits massaged her insides; Saphira loved how he used his fingers.
He slipped another finger in, heightening her enjoyment even more. She closed her eyes and joined her mind with Eragon until they were one, using their mystical and useful gift of mental communication. They were now joined physically as well, each feeling the other’s pleasure through their mind-link.
When he was ready he slid his finger out of her, a fair amount of her juices covering his hand now. She was very excited, Eragon noted, it would be unwise to stop. Saphira knew what he was about to do and brought her head up so she could watch him wash her insides with his stunning tongue.
He licked his fingers clean and readjusted himself so he was lying down on her. He brought his head down to her, breathing deeply and catching her strong scent, which made him heavily aroused. Her body looked so inviting to him, something he intended to take full advantage of. He lent forward and kissed the top of her vagina, sucking lightly on her nub which made her squirm a little in enjoyment.
He slid his tongue down the outside of her lips, tasting a fair amount of her natural lubricant before he returned to sucking her sensitive nub. He alternated between running his mouth along her wet, swollen lips and her sensitive area. Saphira had experienced this a few times already but she still couldn’t stop herself from moving a little from Eragon’s fantastic treatment.
Bringing his hand down he spread her open softly, revealing the soft pink flesh within. He flicked out his tongue and tasted her deeper fluids, Eragon knew her taste was richer the further in her vagina he got. He looked at her body for a second, amazed that Saphira was willing for him to use her as he would. He could now truly be called a Dragon Rider, in more ways than one. He still sometimes believed he was in a dream and that he would wake up at any time.
“Eragon, are you going to sit there all day, or am I going to have to continue myself?” Saphira asked impatiently. Eragon brought himself out of his thoughts and slowly licked her internal walls, coating them with his saliva, which mixed with her own bodily fluids. He could feel her tail move beneath him, she was obviously enjoying herself.
He brought his face closer and buried himself into her, his mouth dissapearing into her snatch, as well as a little of his nose. She was a dragon, after all, and he was human. The size difference didn’t worry Saphira, no male dragon could ever give her the kind of pleasure her lover Eragon could.
He pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, finally tasting her strongest juices which he loved so much. He lapped at her insides, trying to get every last bit of her fluids into his stomach. Saphira knew he loved drinking her mating liquids, and she like his just as much, even if he didn’t put out quite as much as her.
His tongue probed her walls, making Saphira gasp as he licked some of her sensitive regions. He knew she was desperate for release, and he wanted nothing less as well. He mixed up his techniques, rolling his tongue into her and then running it out in a pattern which made Saphira extremely happy.
“I love you, Eragon,” Saphira stated simply.
“And I, you,” he replied, stoking his tongue along her insides one more time. He knew it was coming, and so did Saphira, her body shuddering as she climaxed. Her muscles contracted around Eragon’s tongue and she arched her back as her female juices coated his mouth and face, running down her body.
Eragon drank what he could get eagerly; there was so much of her fluids coming out of her he had no trouble gettin his share. His nose was filled with her glorious scent, which made him slightly dizzy because it was so powerful. She rode out her orgasm with Eragon still eating her out until the last drop had come from her satisfied body.
When she had calmed down enough to look at him she saw him swallow the last of her juices. He brought his head up and as usual, Saphira laughed a little when she saw his face was covered in them. He licked his lips contentedly and looked at his dragon, who brought her head over and licked his face clean with her rough tongue.
When he was clean he slowly brought his body down to the ground, where he located his clothes and began to put them back on. Saphira rolled over to her feet, getting up carefully. Eragon didn’t stop her as she kissed him, in fact, he opened his mouth, allowing her long, snaky tongue to invade his mouth.
Saphira could taste herself on his tongue, she liked it quite a lot, but not as much as she liked Eragon’s semen in her mouth. They kissed passionately for almost a minute before they broke apart, full of love for each other.
“I will never let you go, Saphira,” Eragon stated firmly.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Eragon,” she replied, both knowing they would do anything for each other.
“We should get back now, we were going to meet Arya, remember?” Eragon informed her. Saphira nodded and lowered her body so he could jump on her back. With a powerful push they were airborne, the rush of wind hitting them both. Saphira flew on to the city effortlessly, she was a natural flyer and was frequently told so.
When they arrived back in Ellesmera, Saphira landed in a clearing just outside Arya’s house. Eragon dismounted and waited patiently for her, leaning against a tree until she arrived. When she did, Eragon looked at her, noticing his outlook on her was different now. Arya used to be the only woman he wanted to be with, and he had frequently tried to make moves on her. Now, he had found his true love, and she was just behind him, but nobody knew that fact yet.
He was surprised, he still found Arya very attractive, but he knew he would never be able to share the connection that he and Saphira held.
“I could get jealous, Eragon,” Saphira said jokingly, licking one of her claws.
“Easy, Saphira, you know I only have eyes for you.” With a sigh, he approached the fair elf Arya swiftly.
She twisted her fingers in the traditional elven greeting, reciting regular pleasantries with him and again for Saphira. Saphira dipped her head in response. Arya had an incredibly sharp perception, and she noticed something was up.
“How are you, Eragon,” she asked kindly, “have you been training?” Eragon nodded and looked at Saphira, who smiled in her strange way. This wasn’t lost on Arya. She knew that look, it had been the same one Faolin would give her when they were in love.
“How goes your training?” she asked them. Eragon looked puzzled for a minute, but then remembered what he was covering up.
“Fine,” he lied, hoping she didn’t notice his indescision. Arya did notice, she was highly intelligent, even by elven standards.
It didn’t take long for Arya to piece together the evidence. The absences, the look and also, she noticed, the smell which she recognized from a nightmare long ago.
“It’s Saphira, isn’t it?” she asked Eragon directly.
“What do you mean?” he replied.
“You can’t hide it from me, Eragon. I see how you look at her, I notice the long ‘training’ trips you take.” Eragon realized they had been sprung, and took a step back.
Saphira knew as well, and she bared her teeth slowly. It was Arya’s turn to take a step back, even she couldn’t fight a dragon. Still, she wasn’t easily put off.
“Do you think you are the first? Did you really think that you were the only rider to lay with his dragon? Many of them discovered that their connection meant more to them than it did to others.” Eragon listened, stunned. Saphira stared intensely at her, waiting for her to continue.
“Have a look around you in Ellesmera. Don’t you remember the Blood-Oath Celebration? Did you see the elves that had transformed their bodies to be physically closer to the animals they loved? Sometimes, it wasn’t just what you could see that they changed.” Eragon was shocked, he had never thought of that.
Arya took a step closer. “Many of the elves in this forest have changed themselves ‘completely’ just so they can mate with the species they love. It’s not wrong, it’s just uncommon. Most elves are very open about sexuality.” Eragon processed that information slowly, finally seeing that she didn’t actually mind.
“So, you’re not displeased with our choice,” Eragon asked, still confused by her reaction.
“It’s a natural process, Eragon. If it was your way to choose Saphira to be your soulmate then who am I to interfere. I’m actually quite happy, this will mean great things, even if nobody knows just yet.” The elf smiled to herself, and then looked at Eragon sharply.
“I assume you have mated with her, am I correct?” Eragon was stunned at the personal question, but as he knew, Arya was rather direct sometimes. Eragon hesitated before nodding, still unsure if he could trust her.
Arya clapped her hand together and laughed, which made Eragon and Saphira very confused as to what she was so happy about.
“What is it, Arya?” Eragon asked her politely. Arya realized that they had no idea what she was excited about and explained in a very simple sentence.
“It is possible, if you have copulated with Saphira, that she may lay an egg.”
Eragon almost choked.
“Saphira might be pregnant?” he spluttered. Arya nodded and walked over to Saphira, placing a hand on her belly. Saphira snorted and talked to Eragon mentally.
“Eragon,” Saphira said shakily, “I believe that what she said was true. I may have become pregnant to you.” Eragon was still in shock, but he wanted to know one thing.
“How, Saphira, how could I? I’m a human and you’re a dragon, we are completely different species.” Saphira thought about it for a moment, the answer dawning on her.
“Eragon, remember when the celebrations were over and you were transformed using the power of dragons? I believe that you may have not only received some elf in you, but a little dragon as well.” Eragon looked at her, amazed that there was a chance he may have gotten his own dragon knocked up. Saphira snorted and smiled in her odd way. Eragon knew she would love nothing less than to have offspring with him.
Arya spoke to them, reminding them of her presence. “This is, of course, not a definite. Even if you were compatible Saphira may not have been in the right stage of her cycle, that is to say, in heat.” Saphira looked a little downcast and Eragon put his hand on her neck. He had another question which now began to take root in his mind.
“Arya, if Saphira was in fact pregnant then what would the child look like? Some kind of half-human half-dragon?” He shuddered at the thought. Arya looked at him, telling him a surprising piece of information.
“I believe dragons cannot cross-breed. I think the offspring would be a normal dragon.” Eragon sighed, it was all too much for him. Saphira wrapped her wing over him and pulled him close.
Arya noticed just how attached the pair seemed to be. She inwardly considered that that kind of relationship would be good if it came to ending Galbatorix’s reign. There would be plenty of motivation for both of them to come out alive if a little baby dragon was thrown into the mix.
Eragon listened to her heartbeat, wondering if there could already be some kind of fertile egg developing inside of her. The idea appealed to him quite a lot, and Saphira agreed with him mentally.
“There is a test, to see if she is actually carrying a child,” Arya suggested to Eragon. He shook his head and so did Saphira, both knew they wanted it to be a surprise. The elf smiled at the pair.
“If you want to know,” Arya said, “my lips are sealed until you say so on this matter. No-one shall know until you wish to make it public.”
Eragon thanked her and Saphira dipped her head in appreciation. Eragon was still unable to believe they weren’t the only strange couple in Ellesmera, and that Arya agreed with what they were doing. Arya smiled.
“I wish the best of luck and happiness for the both of you,” she said with an honest smile
Arya stood up and bid the two lovers farewell, she had business to attend to. Eragon climbed on Saphira and together they flew off to a cave not to far out of the city.
It took five minutes to get there; Saphira landing in the entrance and allowing Eragon to dismount. Eragon knew she had chosen this secluded place so she could think, and he admitted to himself that a clear head wouldn’t be such a bad thing as well. Saphira lay down on the ground and Eragon climbed under her wing, initiating conversation.
“Saphira, what will we do if you are pregnant?” he asked her, hoping for some wisdom.
“I’m not sure, Eragon, but I hope you will stay with me. I couldn’t bear to lose you over this.” Eragon shook his head profusely.
“I will always be by your side, Saphira, for everything,” Eragon stated honestly. Saphira was content with that and closed her eyes.
“Thank you, little one,” she said, full of love for Eragon. Eragon patted her wing and quietly fell asleep under her.
The next morning, Eragon awoke to find Saphira pacing the cave. He brushed himself off and approached her. She looked at him and kissed him deeply, before he sat down and admired the view out of the cave entrance.
“I’m glad someone knows about this. It will make things much easier.” Saphira nodded in agreement, Arya was a trustworthy person.
Eragon climbed onto her back and they shot into the air, wind rushing through his hair as they climbed to a good altitude. Flying was exhilarating, there was no other way to describe it. He loved the feeling of flying through the sky on the back of his dragon, watching the distant trees glow beautifully below them.
Saphira shot into a heart-pounding dive, speeding towards the ground and leveling out above the trees, which swayed softly on the morning breeze. Saphira wanted to be a mother and she wanted the father to be Eragon, who she knew would care for their child the same way he had cared for her when she was a hatchling. She smiled as memories came back to her of their time in Carvahall, Eragon’s hometown where he had raised her.
She chose a small lake to land near, spreading her wings and making a graceful return to the ground. Eragon jumped off her and looked around, it was oddly peaceful here. He scratched Saphira’s neck and ran his hands along her scales. Saphira purred happily when he ran his hand over her belly, hoping that a small dragon may be developing inside.
“Don’t get to overconfident,” Saphira warned, “I may not be pregnant yet.” Eragon shrugged and pulled away, wishing he had’ve taken Arya up on her offer earlier. Still, he knew it deep down it would be better for it to be a surprise.
“Saphira, when Arya said you had to be in heat, can you tell when you are?” Saphira turned her long neck to look into his eyes.
“I’m not sure. I was so wrapped up in… what we were doing that I didn’t notice if I was fertile or not.”
Eragon shrugged and flicked a stone across the water, making it bounce many times before it stopped and dissapeared under the surface.
“When our old mentor said that it was an accomplishment for a wild dragon to mate with a female, I didn’t realize how soft they were.” Saphira looked at him quizzically.
“How so?” she asked.
Smiling, he answered, “Well, I got you pretty easily, didn’t I? It wasn’t much of an effort, you big, wussy dragon.” Saphira realized he was mocking her and clued in, playing his game now.
Snarling playfully she swept his legs out from under him with her thick tail. He hit the ground lightly and bounded to his feet. Eragon pretended to resist as she pinned him to the ground with her massive foreleg. He struggled for a minute before submitting to her mockingly.
“How should I punish the great Shadeslayer,” she asked in a sexy voice. Eragon smiled as she straddled him with her massive bulk, allowing him to pull his clothes off.
Saphira swiftly wrapped her tail around his waist to his surprise, she had never done that before. She brought him up to her stomach with ease and he wrapped his arms around her soft underbelly. He was already getting hard just from the contact and her sweet scent. He pressed against her stomach and listened to her body heaving above him.
Saphira moved him down so his semi-erect penis was aligned with her pussy, which was beginning to get wet as usual. She was always ready for him. Eragon took his cock in his hand and rubbed it on the outside of her vagina. She shuffled a little involuntarily and Eragon wondered if she would crush him accidentally.
“Don’t worry, Eragon, I have strength enough for this,” she reassured him gently. Eragon continued to slide his lenth across her soft lips before he slowly inserted the tip into Saphira’s awaiting hole. When he didn’t continue, Saphira got a little agitated.
“Put it in me, Dragon Rider,” she ordered him affectionately. When he didn’t comply she squeezed him with her tail and pushed him up into her, penetrating her deeply.
Saphira roared as she buried him within her, forcing his stiff rod deep inside of her body. He stopped for a second to regain her composure, and then used her muscles on his cock, massaging him internally. Eragon groaned as his member was massaged by the sapphire dragon. He wrapped his arms around her large underbelly, ready to begin.
She stopped kneading his meat, which he pulled out of her and thrust back in, taking up a smooth rhythm as he pushed into her repeatedly. He looked up at her, seeing her head upside down due to the position he was in. It was kind of funny to be under her for once, so used to being the rider all the time.
Saphira wished she could just fly off to a far away mountail with Eragon and live with him there, where they could mate in the open without fear of the chance of being seen. She smiled as she imagined waking up with Eragon every morning, their duties as a Rider and dragon just washed away on the morning breeze.
He pounded her wet opening vigorously, thrusting in and out at a good pace. Her fluids began to roll down his body slowly, as he was right beneath her and she was dripping them onto him. It almost tickled when her fluids trickled down his stomach. Saphira was panting a little from exertion as she held her rider with her tail, allowing him to penetrate her completely.
He gripped her body as he mated her rapidly, making her purr contentedly as he took her. The forest swayed gently around them, as if moving to their bodies as they mated on the side of the lake. Eragon was getting close and so was Saphira. He thrust with all his might as he sought to bring pleasure to the both of them.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Eragon hit his climax. He hilted himself within her, spraying her insides with his creamy cum. Saphira was sent over the edge from the feeling of his cock spurting into her. The large dragon let loose a blast of fire from her mouth as she orgasmed with him.
Eragon coated her insides with his steamy seed, hoping that it may help impregnate her. Still, his load was nothing compared to what Saphira was producing. Due to the fact she was a massive dragon, her juices ran out of her, covering Eragon’s cock, stomach, legs and anything else it could reach.
He groaned in pleasure as he finally finished his ejaculation. Saphira was almost done as well and Eragon marveled at how much she had put out. His body was soaked with her internal fluids. It made him wonder how viable it was for his sperm to fertilize her egg, seeing as it would almost be impossible for it to pass all the liquids she was emitting.
Just as he was about to drink some of her fluids her legs buckled and her tail released him. He fell to the ground just as Saphira collapsed on top of him. She was wise enough to stop her fall with her strong legs, otherwise he would have been crushed. Breathing a sigh of relief Eragon tried to get out, but couldn’t.
Saphira was very heavy on top of him, but it was a comfortable type of heavy. His cock had slipped back into her warm folds, as if they were waiting for him to return. He smiled, wishing he could lay like this forever. Her large body enveloped him almost totally, he was powerless under her. She allowed her vaginal muscles to massage his length slowly inside of her.
Ending 1: (GryphonWings) (me!)
Eragon groaned and kissed her underbelly softly as she slowly overcame her orgasm. All of a sudden, a noise came from a little distance away. Saphira craned her head and saw, with shock and embarrassment, Arya running towards them. Eragon tried to see but he couldn’t from under Saphira, so he linked minds with his dragon and looked through her eyes.
She stopped when she saw Saphira and didn’t realize at first the Eragon was under her.
“Saphira, where’s Eragon?” she asked hurriedly, “I have important news.” She then noticed Eragon’s hand sticking out from under Saphira and she immediately apologized.
“I’m so sorry, I… I didn’t realize you were…” she blushed a deep crimson, something Eragon had never seen her do.
Arya looked at the pair, realizing that Eragon must still be inside of her.
“It’s alright, Arya, we were just finished,” Eragon said from under Saphira’s large bulk. Arya looked at him, surprised that Saphira wasn’t crushing him but realized Saphira was holding most of her weight off of his body
She turned away as Saphira let Eragon up and he got into some clothes. Still, she couldn’t help but see he was very sticky and smelt very strongly of Saphira’s juices. Also, the wet patches all over the ground were a dead giveaway. She smiled at them both, who were still highly embarrassed from being interrupted in their lovemaking.
Still, Arya had something even more shocking to say.
“Eragon, the empire is attacking Du Weldenvarden. Galbatorix himself is headed our way, while Murtagh is off on an errand to Surda, most likely to cause trouble there.” Eragon was silent for a moment, before his brain snapped into action.
“Galbatorix? Are you sure?” he demanded. Arya nodded.
“He’s riding Shurikan and he’s about five hours away.”
Eragon wasted no time. He jumped onto Saphira’s back and signaled for Arya to join him. Together they headed back to Ellesmera at a breakneck speed.
The fight was about to begin.
Ending 2: This is alternative ending written by an author frined of mine, Fang_and_Claw. Please enjoy:
Once Saphira had overcome her orgasm, she smiled contently, savouring the feeling of Eragon’s cock being buried inside of her.
“That was incredible,” Eragon thought while enjoying the feeling of Saphira’s vaginal muscles still massaging his length.
“Indeed it was little one, indeed it was,” Saphira replied, never growing tired of her rider’s length inside her.
“Are you ready for more?” Saphira asked seductively.
“There’s more?” Eragon asked in fake surprise. “You naughty dragon, you just don’t know when to stop, do you?” he scolded her jokingly.
Saphira gave a low growl of amusement, and began humping Eragon the same way he humped her the first time they had made love.
Eragon was really enjoying being on the bottom. For whatever reason, the fact that he was being humped by Saphira instead of Saphira being humped by him turned him on even more than he already was, but of course Eragon didn’t mind. He just laid there, enjoying every second under his dragon.
Suddenly, Saphira grinned mischievously, stopped humping, and began to sit up.
“Saphira, what are you…” Eragon began, but was cutoff by Saphira.
“Don’t worry Eragon, we’re not done yet,” Saphira cooed. She sat up all the way, Eragon’s length still inside her, and making sure she did not accidently crush her rider, began to bounce up and down.
Both Eragon and Saphira deeply enjoyed this new position; Saphira was moaning, gasping softly, and panting softly in pure pleasure, as well was Eragon.
Eventually, Eragon could feel himself getting close, and communicated this with Saphira.
“Saphira, I’m getting c…close,” Eragon gasped.
“Well, then, maybe I should ‘slow down’,” Saphira said in a naughty tone, emphasizing the words “slow” and “down.”
“I like that idea,” Eragon said eagerly.
Saphira gave a low rumble, which Eragon guessed was her way of chuckling, and slowly began to lower herself all the way down to Eragon’s hilt, pressed down against his body ever so lightly, and slowly began to raise herself up Eragon’s shaft, and repeated the process while still keeping the same speed. This process caused Eragon and Saphira to both moan and cry out in pleasure.
The two lovers stayed like this for what seemed like hours until Saphira felt herself getting close. So, without warning, she began to speed up again while still pressing all the way down to Eragon’s hilt.
Then, Eragon squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure and called out Saphira’s name as he sprayed his seed, coating her insides with the stuff for the second time that day.
At the same time, Saphira let loose a mighty roar as she orgasmed, covering Eragon’s shaft, and whatever else she could reach with her sweet nectar.
Saphira got off of Eragon, and laid down on her side, her opening just barely out of view.
“That was incredible,” she breathed happily.
“Indeed it was,” Eragon complied, “We have to try that position again sometime.”
“That’s a good idea,” Saphira said, “I think it’s one of my favourite positions.”
“Mine too,” Eragon said.
Saphira smiled at Eragon. “I love you, little one,” she cooed.
Eragon smiled back. “I love you two, Saphira,” he cooed back. He stood up, grabbed his clothes, and motioned Saphira to follow him to the hot spring, where they cleaned themselves off. Eragon then put his clothes back on, and snuggled up against Saphira.
Eragon waited for Saphira to just being drifting off to sleep before slowly scooting down to Saphira’s opening. He then started to massage the skin around Saphira’s sweet opening, which earned him a playful scold from its owner.
“What are you doing?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.
“Oh, you know how much I love your body,” Eragon replied back playfully.
“We both know how much I love it when you massage me, but I’m tired. We’ll do that in the morning,” Saphira yawned.
“Oh all right,” Eragon said pseudo-disappointedly.
Saphira grinned, for she knew Eragon’s intentions. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow, she thought. She gave a small shiver of delight when Eragon laid his head against her opening; he had not moved when Saphira told him she was too tired for any more activities. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

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Fantasy

The goth

I was never a very tall child, always shorter than average. Growth spurt didn’t help as much as I would have liked but oh well, it is what it is. Of course being smaller then most of the guys in my grade, as well as some of the girls, never got me many friends. However, going on to my junior year I fell into a group of friends. Tossed may be a better word for it. A group of jocks had picked me up and stuffed me into a trash can and kicked it over the small hill out front.
The trash cane can rolled shorter then usual and came to a very sudden stop. I slowly stuck out my head, just enough to see, so I could tell what stopped the can. When I looked up and saw a face somewhat remember from around school I must say I was alittle shocked. He was a senior, a little larger then most of the seniors. Wearing black tripp pants with bright green stiching, black combat boots, one of which was resting on the trash can still after it stopped it from rolling, and a bright green tight long sleeve shirt with a black short sleeve over it. A lip ring hole in the center of his lip, the ring missing however. Dark eye liner and his long black hair, usually hanging to his shoulders was now pulled back in a pony tail. As I sat, still in the trash can, looking up at him others of his group of friends ran up beside him and some on past to stand just on the other side of the trash can.
“I have watched you push this poor guy around for the last two years, it ends today.” He said looking up the small hill to the jocks, staring them down. The two jocks in no hurry to tangle with five rather large guys, all dress remotely the same with varing color patterns, several with the chains from their pants wrapped or being wrapped around their fist, turned and walked away. The five around me started putting in various piercings. Most of the people in the school would have called them goths, at that moment I would have called them my saviors.
The next year went smoothly after that. Of course they insisted that I start hanging out with them during school. Which turned to after school. Which turned to whenever. I was now part of their inner circle. Within weeks I started to dress like them, one even took me to get my first piercing, and then shortly after my second. Ending up with both ears piercied as well as a small hoop on both sides of my bottom lip. Snake bites most call them. There was more then just the five guys in the group as I learned quickly. Many more. One that was just about my age, we called her ghost. For several reasons. Mostly because she was ghost pale. However that did not remove from how beautiful she was.
Her black hair ran in perfectly straight to rest on her shoulders. Her black lip stick and eye liner stood out perfectly against her pale skin. Her tight fiting shirts, usually displaying some band, clung to her torso in a way that it showed off her upper body. Her upper body muscles well toned, clearly she kept in shape, worked well the show help show that her breast were larger then one would expect from someone her size, shorter then average. Her legs looked just as good as her upper body. Usually she wore some type of short skirt, black or black and red plaid mostly. She would wear knee high boots from time to time, but most the time she just went with her chucks.
The more amazing thing is, that I seemed to have chaught her eye. I would often see her out the corner of my eye looking at me, I couldn’t be sure but I figured she’d chaught me staring more then she let on. Gradually we started talking more and by the time first semester was ending for our school, letting out for winter break, we were dating.
Coming home on the last day of the year before winter break I stepped into an empty house. Which was unusual. Walking from the door way to the kitchen I found an envelop stuck to the fridge. Opening this I found a few hundred dollar bills and a letter from my mother. “Sorry had to leave in a hurry. Grandma fell down a small flight of steps and broke her hip and since Grandpa is still getting over his heart attack they needed help. I’ll be staying here for a few weeks until your aunt gets back from her cruise to help them. A couple days before christmas. Remember your sister will be in from college in a week. Leaving you with enough money for pizza or whatever take out you want. Feel free to invite your firends just remember no drugs or alchol. Love you, Mom.”
Not needing to be told twice, and since big bad me didn’t like staying home alone anyway, I instantly started calling my little group. Starting, of course, with Ghost. Some readily agreed, incuding Ghost. and some said they’d try. All agreeing to no drugs or alchol. In all 11 people showed up. The five that originally brought me into the group and thier current girl friends, and of course Ghost was there.
Several people had brought a selection of their favorite moive. Which with this group ment it was a lot of horror films and slasher movies. With a large sectional couch and three large arm chairs there was plenty of room for just about everyone to sit, or cuddle, comfortable. Ghost and I had one of the large reclining arm chairs to ourselves. She was laying with her back partly over my chest, my arm around her shoulders across her chest, trying not to make it obvious that I was avoiding her breast. The lights were out since it was already dark outside and they had a horror movie on, and everyone knows a horror movie is better in the dark. I half expected that once the lights were out that the other five couples would stop watching the movie and pay attention to each other, I was pleasntly surprized to see I was wrong.
Half-way during the current movie it came to a scene where the killer bust through the wall. Even though we’d all watched it so much we could act out every scene, we were into the movie. Everyone in that living room up, some screaming (and not all female). As we came settled back down, my hand landed low and rested on Ghost nice, firm breast for several seconds. Moving my hand slowly back up to her shoulder I could have sworn I heard her make a soft moan, just loud enough to be heard over the movie by me.
Around mid-night the movie ended and one of the guys got up and started to switich movies. Since it was later, and getting colder, I got up and grabbed some spare blankets. Enough to cover each person if needed, but of course only half got used. I crawled back into the chair with the blanket for Ghost and I and was just getting into the same position we was in when the movie first started. During the first half of the popular slasher film my hand moved up and down her arm, getting slowly closer to her breast again. Suddenly she turned and kissed my cheek then whispered softly in my ear, “If you want to touch them then go for it, I won’t complain in the slightest.” a small smirk crossing her face as she turned back to the movie.
After a moment digesting what she had stated I slowly slid my hand on down, off her arm and onto her right breast. Feeling her breathing deepen for a moment from the movement then even back out. Slowly, experimently, I move my hand over her breast gently massaging them. She slowly turns and whispers in my ears, “My nipples are pierced so they are extra sensitive.” I had to shift slightly so she wouldn’t notice that my cock had just became half erect from her saying that, though I believe she realized it anyway. She started “accidently” brushing it as she moved.
As the night went, we got more friendly with each other. My hand had made it’s way inside her shirt then inside the bra she wore. Massaging her breast and occaisonlly pinching the nipple just enough to make her jump. After the last movie just about everyone had left since they either had to work early the next morning or just had to be home. Two couples did stay. Just after three in the morning every decided it was time for bed so I let the other two decide who was sleeping in the guest room and who got the couch or a chair, honestly either was as good as a bed. Once decided I showed the couple sleeping in the guest room to their room. As I was turning to leave the guy stopped me and pushed a small box into my hand and muttered, “Just in case.”
Ghost and I were already in my room before I realized what he had put in my hand. I quickly stored the box of condoms in the bed side table. Honestly I already had some that my older sister had given me when I turned 17. the only difference was they were colorful, the new ones were only black. I looked around to see if Ghost had seen me storing the condoms or not, aware that she hadn’t noticed I sighed quietly with relief. Then I seen why she didn’t notice. She was too busy working to remove her shirt. She turned looking at me with that slight smirk that always ment she was about to ask a loaded question, “You don’t mind that I like to sleep in just my bra and thong do you?”
She loaded it and I pulled the trigger before I could think on it even slightly,”Really? Of course not. I mean that I don’t mind it not for you not too.” All said within two seconds. She just laughed softly and continued to remove her shirt. She tossed it aside but I didn’t see where. I was too busy looking at her perfect upper body for the first time. My eyes following the curves of her muscles as she worked the belt loose from her skirt. My eyes following these movements until she turned sideways so he silouette showed her breast. I silently cursed myself for not turning the light on first. She slowly bent over lowering her short skirt to the ground, which was completely unneeded since she could have just as easily let it drop.
She stepped out of the skirt and solved the light problem for me. She walked over and turned on the light going over to the dresser. If she was aware of the fact that I was staring at her every movement, she didn’t show it. “So where are your sleep clothes?” Her voice sounding sweet and innocent.
“I usually sleep in the clothes I was born with.” I almost blurted out to her. Though I actually said,” Normally I just sleep in my boxers.”
She smiled more hearing that then hid the smile before she turned,” Alright, get ready for bed.” She motioned with her hand in a playful impatient motion. I couldn’t help but worry slightly when I stood. I had been working out with Ghost three times a week so I was in better shape then before, but still. I slowly removed the black shirt I had been wearing and lets my pants drop so I was just standing in my boxers. Just to be an ass she whistled and hooted as I did. To which I lift a middle finger. “You promise?” She blurted out before she could stop herself and was instantly bright red in the face, which showed even more since she was pale as a ghost. She quickly turned the light out to try and hid the fact by turning out the lights.
With a smirk I climbed into bed with her next to me and laid out flat on my back. She instantly laid her head on my chest and drapped her legs over mine. Which pressed her breast against my side and laid her leg so that if her leg moved it would rub my half hard cock. Which she done on more then one occaision. My arm was wrapped around her resting on her shoulder so my hand was moving up and down her arm slowly as she was drawing small circles on my bare chest. Suddenly she switched from the pad of her finger and gently dug her nails into my chest. Looking down to her, knowing a couple of her weaknesses already, and dug my nails gently into her arm and dragging my nails up her bare flesh, recieving a small moan for that.
She slowly raised up and looked at me before pressing her lips firmly to mine. Slowly, hungrly we began deepening the kiss. My hand moving up and down her back, my nails tracing her spine, supplying the occiasonal shutter from her. Moving my hand over the clasp of her bra I quickly unsnapped it. As if she was waiting for just that she adjusted enough to remove it and tossed the bra aside. While she was off balance I move to push her to her back and lean half over her kissing her deeply, passionatly. Using one hand to hold myself up I move the other to one of her perfect breast massaging and gripping it, teasing the already over sensitive nipple. She began breathing heavier in the kiss. As an after thought I turn on my stero just loud enough that we wouldn’t be heard through the walls.
Turning back to her instead of instantly going back to kissing her I lower me head and wrap my lips around her nipple, softly pinching it between my teeth, causing her back to arch and her moans come a little more often. Instead of allowing my hand to stay on her breast I slid it over her smooth stomach and into the fabric of her thong. Her fingers begin to twist in my hair as my middle and index finger move slowly up her pussy lips, do a small circle around her clit for a moment before moving back down her pussy lips to push slowly into her pussy. Since they had spent the last hours teasing each other the pussy was already soaked.
After several minutes of pumping my fingers in and out of her wet pussy, steadily moving faster and faster until my plam was slapping against her clit, her screams of pure pleasure filling the room, the only thing keeping it from being heard out side the room was the music, I shift my position so I can use both hands to remove her thong. After tossing the thong aside she moved with surprizing speed and pushed me onto my back and started pulling my boxers down, my cock jumping out and almost hitting her in the face she was so close. Slowly she stroked my rock hard cock for a few moments before sliding her lips over the head.
She worked her head up and down until she slowly had the full length of my cock in her throat. since her nice plump ass was already beside my head I reached up and slapped her ass, causing her to moan around my cock as she continued to suck, slowly speeding up. Every so often she would switch to just suck on the head while stroking with her hand. Reaching over I pulled her so her dripping wet pussy is over my face with her legs on either side of my head. After looking at that beautiful waiting pussy for several moments I lift my head from the bed and drag my tongue over her clit down her pussy lips then back up.
Wrapping my right arm around her leg I push two fingers deep into her pussy and begin pumping them in and out of her, not giving her time to adjust I instantly match the speed she is sucking my cock at. Placing my lips over her clit I suck in deeply, her screams of pleasure exploding around my cock as her body starts to tremble. The harder and faster she sucked on my cock the harder and faster I pumped my fingers in and out of her as sucked her clit, creating an almost ending circle. It ended with her removing my cock from her mouth and stroking me hard and fast just look enough for her to scream that she was almost there.
She instantly sucked my cock back in her mouth and redoubled her effort on my cock. I tried to ask if she wanted me to tell her when so she could remove her mouth, but she had no such thoughts as she grounded her pussy lips and clit back against my mouth. I felt her body give one large shutter and moaned deeply feeling myself about to cum. I quickly moved my lips to the entrance of her pussy and continued sucking there, now probing her etrance with my tongue. Her moans and screams of pleasure exploded around my cock as she reached her climax, her pussy contracting and releasing around my tongue as her sweet juices filled my mouth. Moaning more against her pussy I lifted my hips to her and she took the cue and backed off, only half way. Allowing my cock to fire wad after wad of my cum into her mouth, I could feel where she was swallowing my cum, which made me cum just a little more.
She didn’t even bother to remove my cock from her mouth as she collapsed ontop of me. I didn’t work to hard to remove my face from being buried in her pussy. She finally started moving and started a slow sucking motion, making my cock hard again then climbed of me and turned straddling my lap looking at me, “Oh stud, don’t tell me your tired. We are just getting started.” She smirked and saw me looking to reach for the condoms and grabs my arm pinning it down. “No need, I can’t get pregent.” She lowered herself onto my cock, sliding just the head into her pussy.
Without giving her a chance to lower herself I lifted my hips and slammed up into her. My hips slapping against hers, her roar of pain and pleasure getting even over the music for a moment. Moving my hands to her hips and gripping them tight. She reached up and grabbed the headboard and used it to help her move as she began to ride my cock just as fast as she could. My grip on her hips allowing me to pull her down faster and harder on my cock. Moaning deeply, without my cock in her mouth shee was now able to talk, “AHH FU-FUCK!!!”
She continues to ride my cock for a while longer before I lift her off my cock and drop her onto her back, rolling so I am now on her and slamming my cock straight into the depths of her pussy. Her moans and screams now louder, Slamming my hips down harder to meet hers, driving my cock deep into her tight, wet pussy. Her moans of pleasure now mix with mine as I look down to meet her eyes and growl out,” Ahh fu-fuck bitch, is that all you got?”
Suddenly unsure expecting to be slapped in the face, as slap that didn’t come. Her moans got louder as I called her a bitch, voice more commanding then normal. Looking down at her I smirk, “Oh so someone likes being talked dirt to, is that right?” Voice a mixture of a moan and a commanding growl.
She looks up to me between moans, “Oh yes Master, treat me as bad as you think I deserve.” Growling commandingly to her I lean up on my knees and lift her legs to run up along my chest. Dragging my nails hard up the flesh of her legs, hard enough to leave white pale pick streaks up her legs before I grip her ankles and lean back foreward. Her knees ending on either side of her breast, squeezing them together, now slamming into her harder, her new angle putting my pressure on my cock with her pussy increasing the pleasure.
“Ahh fucking bitch, thats the damn spot!” Growling commandingly to her while I pump in and out of her harder, her moans getting louder getting talked down to.
Keeping this motion she looks up at me pleadingly, “Cum with me Master!!” She manages to get out between gasps and moans.
Growling more at her I snarl,” You will cum when master does and not a second sooner!!!” She nods eagerly staring up at me almost pleading knowing she couldn’t hold it much longer. Truth be told I couldn’t either. I let go of her legs which she promptly wrapped around my waist. Slamming into her pussy and holding it deep into her, for the second time that night, allowing my cum to flow freely into her. The moment she felt my cum enter her pussy she screamed louder and let back the flood that she had been holding on to. Her juices squirting out of her pussy, around my cock to cover my legs and drip onto the sheets.
I lean over her still, my cock deep in her, and kiss her deeply, which she returned hungrly. Slowly I climbed off her and helpped her into the chair since when she tried to help get the now soaked sheets from the bed her legs tried to give out. I laughed softly with her then more when my legs tried to do the same. I pull off the fixed sheet and put on the loose sheet, which ended up in the floor with the cover sometime so it was completely dry, “Fuck it I’ll change the damn things tomorrow.” Which got another tired laugh from Ghost. She got up and collapse on the bed pulling me with her.
Laying there, still completely naked, we cuddled up together and fell asleep wondering what the next few days would bring.

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