The Babysitter Diary-Concluded
This is the second part of my affair with the babysitter and another.
This is the second part of my affair with the babysitter and another.
The story is based on events of someone I know. There may be some stretching of the truth and there is a time compression issue on the account as well. Some have asked me specific questions that this addresses.
Our kissing became more passionate and forceful. It was o longer the soft kissing that it has started as. As we made out I put one hand on her lower back and one on the back of her head. I started to unzip her dress at the back as my cock started to come to life. I was disappointed to find she was wearing a bra a strapless black one. I carefully undid her bra with no resistance form her and her amazing B-cup breasts came in to view. I lightly kissed her left nipple and then her right one and she let out a little moan ”mmmmm.” I continued to take off her dress. I got it to her hips and she broke the kiss so she could stand up and slip her dress all the way down and step out of it.
This is a story about when I fucked the hottest girl at my school. Jordan
This is just a piece of fiction hope the readers enjoy it
When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
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Mark and Mary are off to New York to get their hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor while Brandon is in France to get his hands on another copy.
My slut wife gets some action at a holiday party
My second story to put up. Taking babysteps. Hope you all enjoy!
As far fetched as this sounds, this actually happened…
For a bad boy trying to turn his life around, a guardian angel takes a surprising shape.
So when I turned 15, I started having very strong sexual urges. I’d touch myself quite alot. I’d stay in my room and pinch my nipples and rub my clit and tease my pussy, but I’d never actually finger myself as I was still a virgin and a little nervous to do so.
When I turned 17, I knew I was ready for my first time. It was with my boyfriend Clark. My parents work really late so I took him home after school ( we were seniors ) and after some messing around on the couch I took him into my room and it was amazing! He pinched and rubbed my nipples while licking my clit. After about 6-10 minutes of that, he whipped out his 6.5″ cock and flipped me onto my hands and knees, doggy style. I knew he was experienced, but damn. He rammed almost his whole dick right into my hole, taking my virginity with it. He fucked me so fast and so hard it felt like only 2 seconds had past before I came all over his dick. I took his cock in my mouth and drank his cum. When he pulled his dick away, my German Shepard Rocky trotted over and started sniffing at my raw and red pussy. I pushed him away and said, “no.” Then Clark and I got dressed.
We watched a movie afterwards then he headed home.
The next week, after not hearing from Clark once, he told me it’s over, he got what he needed. When I got that message, I really didnt care too much. I was honestly too horny and wet to care. I went to my room (not knowing Rocky was laying by the heater in my room) and laied on my bed. I stripped all of my clothes off and started to feel myself up. I rubbed and pinched my tits while fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit until I came. I laied there for a second to just enjoy the feeling. But suddenly, I felt a hot breath on my pussy. I looked up and saw Rocky sniffing at my glistening pussy. I groaned, “Rocky, stop it.”
I was very petite at 17, only 5″3 and weighed 120 pounds. So when full-grown German Shepard Rocky slamed his fore-legs onto me, it was a little challenging to move. He roughly licked my clit and it sent shivers down my spine, but when I came to my senses, I lightly kicked him away. I got off my bed and saw his doggy dick growing from it’s sheath. I rolled my eyes and got on my knees to get my clothes. As I was picking up my bra, Rocky pushed me with his nose into a doggy-style position, and before I could protest, his huge paws were clinging around my waist, I was stuck. I was a bit curious as to how it’d feel, so I kinda let it happen. He missed his mark a few times, but once he got the head to enter the hole, He started ramming me like I was his bitch. I couldnt contain the many orgasms that came from his slowly growing knot slidding in and out of my pussy, once it was about the size of a tennis ball, it stuck in there, and i felt him unleash his huge load into my pussy. I came with him, and only some of my cum managed to get past his huge knot. After about 5-10 minutes, his knot was gone and he walked over to the heater to clean himself up. I laied on the floor on my back and got some of his dog cum from my leaking pussy onto my finger and licked it. It wasn’t so bad.
That was the only time I let Rocky have his way with me, Until a month after my 19th birthday.
My boyfriend Danny and I had broken up because things just werent working the way we had hoped they would. A couple weeks after that, I got really horny. My period had just ended and I needed a good fucking. (I was now living in my own apartment and my mom thankfully let me keep Rocky) I went to my room and laied on my bed. I was rubbing my clit and fucking myself with my favorite vibrator. I was almost at climax when I felt something breathing heavily at the base of my pussy. I looked and saw it was Rocky. Thinking back to our previous sexual encounter, and realizing how badly I needed dick, I moved my hands from my pussy to my tits and let Rocky do as he pleased. He licked from my asshole to my clit and I loved the way his rough tounge felt down there. He worked around that area for quite some time until I got on the floor into the doggy style position. This time, Rocky got into my hole on th every first try. He rammed me harder than last time we did this together. I tugged and pinched my nipples while moaning loudly, enjoying the feeling of his slowly growing knot going in and out of my pussy. Once again, when it was about the size of a tennis ball, it stayed there, growed a litle more, then he unleashed his warm, doggie load into my starving pussy. I rubbed my clit and came right after him. Once he unknotted me, I pet him, gave him a treat and sat on the couch naked with him while he gnawed on his treat and I watch a movie.
My beloved Rocky and I had sexual interactions many more times over the years. Even if I was or currently wasnt seeing anyone. It didn’t really matter to me if I did or didn’t, I loved Rocky’s doggy dick.
Needless to say, whenever I’m lonely or horny, I know Rocky will be there, always willing to please me and satisfy my needs 😉 He was my favorite fuck buddy..
Until I met Charlie and Leroy, of course 😉
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There adventure went on for several years
**Finally finished another one of my stories…trying something a bit different this time..hope u like it…comments very appreciated! 🙂 RYAN!
The experience I wanted to share is about my friend’s wife Britney (not her real name) who’s always been a flirt and a cock tease with me and several other guys in the past, but we never imagined she would go as far as she did one night about 10 years ago when we were all just fresh out of high school. She invited herself over to a friend’s house where 5 of her husband’s friends, including myself, were just hanging out drinking beer all gathered in the basement taking turns shooting some pool.
As soon as she arrived we all immediately recognized how our buddy’s wife was in an extremely playful mood, flaunting her gorgeous body like she always does
when her husband isn’t around, but doing so this time in front of five drinking men it’s no wonder why things started to get way out of hand.
Eventually one shocking episode lead up to another, and by the end of the night every single one of us took advantage of Britney’s obvious lustful craving for a room full of cock when all five of us took at least one turn penetrating her married love nest.
It’s hard to explain how awkward it felt to watch our friend’s wife let so many of her husband’s friends just walk right up to her and make love to her that damn easy. The atmosphere that night listening to all my rowdy friends taking turns filling the hell out of Britney was something I have never experienced before, and probably will never again. Like any other guy never did I ever expect I would ever find myself in this kind of situation, because most girls (especially married ones) cringe at the thought of having sex with more than one partner at a time? Obviously I was at the right place at the right time and though I admit that gang-banging my friend’s cock-crazed wife was by far the best damn experience of my life, I still haven’t forgiven myself for doing what we did behind his back.
My friends and I first met Britney when one of my closest friends introduced her to us as a new student in our high school back in ’93. We were all surprised when they announced wedding plans the following year when we were all still seniors, we kept trying to talk them out of it but it was obvious they were determined. Though most of the time she was a real fucking bitch towards us whenever Eric was at her side, we all know it was just an act because whenever he wasn’t around Britney would always get into these extremely sexually flirtatious moods.
She is an incredibly attractive, innocent-looking brunette, and though she may only be about 5’5″ but weighing no more than 100lbs by far she was one of the sexiest girls in school and she actually knew this all too well. But what the boys loved most about her, though no one ever dared told easily enraged Eric, are those huge fragin’ tits for such a skinny girl. She used to brag to everyone how she easily fits into a D-cup, and whenever she gets into one of her “slutty” moods when Eric wasn’t around you can almost guarantee she’ll show up not wearing one.
Those pretty things would just bounce all over the damn place right underneath her shirt while she walks unlike they would if they were supported by a bra.
Just by the way she used to act you could easily tell Brtiney had known for the longest time how so many other guys love to stare at her awesome breasts, and I truly believe it was her obsession to flaunt them when she was younger that led up to what happened during that one particular night…
It was soon after they had married when some of the guys had agreed it would just be the boys to meet at a friend’s parent’s house who had air hockey and a pool table in their basement. It was a night Britney’s husband volunteered to pull a double shift at his job and wouldn’t be showing up until close to midnight, but since so many other guys were already there it was almost as if no one missed him. So it must have been around 6:00, soon after I arrived, when from the corner of my eye I noticed a short and thin figure slowly descending down the staircase. It was Britney, dressed to kill, begging if she could join us because she was bored at home with Eric working another night of overtime. Knowing all about her extremely flirtatious past, I knew that no one would object to Britney’s presence in hopes that she would be in yet another one of her “playful” moods.
She looked so beautiful dressed in a high-cut white and fuzzy wool sweater that exposed her entire midriff section, and the skimpy miniskirt and high heels to match was enough to cause every guy in the room to undress her with our eyes. Within a short time Britney quickly discovered how us guys kept glancing over to look at her, but without even trying to make an effort to cover up like a “proper” girl would have done Britney instead gave us a stunning show that I never fucking imagined any recently married bride would ever even think about doing. Not expecting any of this from my friend’s shy-looking new wife, I then watched as Britney looked down at her chest and slowly placed both of her tiny hands just below her tender breasts as if checking them out herself!
Surprisingly she then began to slowly unbutton the sweater while looking directly at us, probably to make sure we were still watching, right up until the last button came undone and the sweater finally fell open revealing to all of us a huge and sexy white-laced bra. I thought she was done from here, teasing us by revealing the incredible size of her bra, but when she suddenly reached up to give the tips of her big frigging tits a tight firm squeeze my mouth literally fell open when the next words out of her mouth was: “You guys really like these, don’t you?”. “I’d bet you boys would really love to see them, huh?”
Jesus Christ, just like the other guys at the moment I was too fucking shocked and surprised to do or say anything, and once I noticed Britney happily start to reach for the clasp in the front center of her bra my heart started racing over the fact that she was really fucking serious about showing us her plump breasts! Knowing full well that her husband was bound to hear about this Britney was obviously very determined to show us her heavy rack at any risk, and by the devilish looks on her pretty face I knew she was going to go through with it as I just stood there anxiously waiting at what I wanted so desperately to see.
Then as if it all happened in slow motion, I watched with extreme lust and pleasure when our buddy’s daring wife then proudly released the single clasp holding her massive bra together as it instantly flung open and a pair of huge…. fucking….tits just simply fell out from behind their once trapped encasements. Oooh, what an incredible, cock-hardening moment that turned out to be big fucking brown nipples on the ends of huge fucking tits that my friends and I later discovered to actually measure 3 1/4″ across in diameter! Of all the tits I’ve seen in my life, I still can’t believe how fucking huge Stacey’s enormous nipples are. But even more arousing than this is the simple fact that she was just married 3 weeks previous and here is our friend’s wife sharing with us the sight of her luscious tits, which were only meant to be viewed by her husband’s eyes. What a naughty little fucking slut, I thought to myself as I felt my already hardened cock begin to throb under my jeans, Britney just continued to stand there holding her bra open letting the boys really enjoy the spectacular sight she had to offer.
Just standing there in one spot in total amazement, I still couldn’t believe Britney was actually exposing herself to us with a smile on her face I’ll never forget once she realized how her big and perky tits were causing some of the guys to scream and go wild. For all I knew at the time our recently married friend might have been the only guy who knew how his teenage wife’s well-developed chest looked naked before that unforgettable day, but it turned out to be the first of many more episodes over the next couple years where Britney continued to proudly expose herself for reasons only she will ever know. My friends seem to think she only did it to watch the stunned reactions she’d get from other guys, but if anything is for certain it was Britney’s immaturity and frequent nights out with her many high school girlfriends that didn’t agree with her married life. But it still amazes me how not a single word about any of her naughty stunts has ever gotten back to hubby as often as she had flashed her tits in public; Christ, if he only knew how many strangers in town have caught sight of his own wife’s bare breasts and big brown nipples he would’ve defiantly become completely devastated. Though most of the time I heard she’d just hang out of a friend’s car passenger side window and lift her shirt to let her big fucking tits flop all over the place just for a guy standing at a curb side, I would have loved to have seen her massive breasts jingle like Jell-O as soon as her
shirt was lifted hanging out of a car.
Britney had previously known from listening to her husband’s conversations on the phone that this was going to be a house full of just guys gathered at one location that night, hanging out and probably all getting drunk. And on this particular night all the alcohol our buddy’s wife started to drink seemed to settle in very quick, and all the boys and I were about to see a side of Britney we have never thought of seeing before.
Within an hour of heavy drinking we all watched as Britney became more and more “bubbly” from all the alcohol and before long she began to wrap her arms around each of our shoulders asking if we wanted to “make out” with her. God she was being such a fucking flirt, just out of the blue she decides to have a little fun with her husband’s circle of friends and all the guys looked so surprised that she was willing to let us do the honor.
So after letting all 5 of us give her long, deep kisses as she let us work her already opened sweater and bra completely off her body, she remained standing there in just a miniskirt and high heels giving us a much better view of her entire upper half. It was only when I admired her for a minute or so when I finally thought – here is a tiny girl so damn skinny that you can literally see her entire rib cage seemingly trying to rip through her delicate skin, but yet tits so fucking massive in size that it takes a gigantic D cup-size bra just to encase them. “A perfect body made just to fuck” is what alot of my friends have always told me and I can’t agree more. As can be expected with a room full of guys, everyone started screaming that Britney continued to tease us with what her body has to offer, but it was even a bigger surprise that she was letting several guys take it upon themselves to start fondling and caressing her, some by kissing her neck and lips while others were slowly licking the exposed skin all around her plump breasts. Britney suddenly found herself in the middle of several guys who obviously only had one thing in mind, but instead of being frightened or even trying to resist I was shocked as hell to watch Britney cock her head back and actually stick her chest out as if suggesting to the boys she wanted even more.
It didn’t take long for the guys to figure out how our buddy’s wife was loving so many hands and tongues all over her accepting body, and soon I watched as one of the guys suddenly drove his head forward and took part of Britney’s left tit right in his mouth. What an idiot, I thought for sure Britney wouldn’t like this, but instead she quickly closed her eyes and began to moan softly under her breathe as my friend continued to lick her nipple with lustful envy.
Suddenly the room filled with screaming voices at the incredible sight of Stacey’s now erect nipple getting a much wanted tongue bath, and within seconds I noticed a pair of hands quickly work Stacey’s mini-skirt down to the floor as the entire room erupted once again at what the boys had seen next. Right in the middle of 5 of her husband’s closest friends, Britney defiantly looked somewhat bashful at first with nothing on now but a pair of these little pink g-string panties! Ooooh fuck what a sight I’ll never forget, except for a real tiny see-through v-shaped patch of material in the front which revealed to us her thick fucking mound of jet-black cunt hairs from behind it, only a string not much thicker than that of kite string was all her fucking panties were made of! Ummm, holy fuck, who wouldn’t fucking die to have a wife with a body like Britney’s, Eric should have obviously been doing a better job at trying to keep his rare find at home!
Christ, the guy works so many damn hours who could blame his wife for going out on the town those first couple of years to find the attention she obviously adores. Everyone in the basement seemed to stand back to admire this once-in-a-lifetime sight, as Britney immediately took the advantage to advertise herself like a cheap fucking whore when she slowly began to strut around the entire basement with her hands cupped tightly behind her head. Jesus Christ, if you could have been there just to see how her massive fucking tits began to sway back and forth across her chest with every single step she took, and to discover how the thread of string Britney calls panties had disappeared into the crack of her luscious little ass – I still couldn’t believe that the little girl my buddy married was really here tonight walking around the basement completely fucking naked.
We were probably watching Britney flaunt herself for about another 2 or 3 minutes, noticing the slutty smirks she made on her pretty young face each time one of us screamed out with excitement, when she then made a really stupid mistake. She actually walked over to one of my bigger friends who was almost passed out drunk in a chair, placed her enormous fucking tits right up in his face probably thinking he wouldn’t notice and I’m sure she only did this just to give everyone a good laugh. But still having his eyes partially open it didn’t surprise anyone to watch him slowly stand up and grab Stacey by the waist, only to walk over and plant her ass down right on the edge of the pool table.
Though Stacey defiantly had a surprised look on her face when she first discovered she was getting picked up, she now looked completely horrified as my buddy then took one of his large hands and forcefully shoved her to lay back against the green felt on top of the pool table. Continuing to be held down against her wishes, Britney began to get even more scared as she started to shake and whimper probably fearing that she was about to get raped – but what the fuck did she expect? By the way she was walking around and teasing our cocks by displaying that perfect little fuckable body of hers, she should have known it was bound to happen sooner or later that one of us wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation any longer. How stupid can she be to think she could just come over here and
strut around naked like the fucking married slut that she is without one of 5 guys not getting carried away? If you want to be a cock tease and then freely walk away from it, a room full of beer drinking men isn’t exactly the right place for it.
But now the simple fact was something is going to happen, whether if Britney was going to break down and let these guys have sex with her willingly, or if they were going to have to pry her legs open and
take turns fucking her cunt by force – Britney got these guys horny and rowdy as hell so there was no way anyone would be willing to help her out now.
I felt like I was in the middle of a high school party, all my friends were screaming uncontrollably at the sight of Britney being held to lay naked on the pool table, as they began urging our friend who pinned her there to just “spread her legs open and start fucking the living shit out of her”. It was obvious all respect for our friend was lost when we forced his young and petite wife to lay naked on the pool table before us. But within time I was happy to see that Britney was actually starting to show signs that she was loving to hear how the guys wanted to watch her pussy get fucked, and she slowly began staring into our eyes with a smirk on her face I’ll never forget as if begging to be fucked like the cock-craved slut of a wife that she is. A feeling of strong guilt suddenly lifted off my chest when I noticed that lustful smile grow on her pretty face, and I realized now that if the guys were going to fuck our friend’s wife she was going to be all for it. After noticing her change of heart, my friend released his forceful hold on Britney as she began to extend her arms far above her head which now allowed her massive tits to settle down along the sides of her bity frame as they came to rest on the green felt on each side of her. Jesus, those huge fucking tits of hers!
Then while looking at my friend who forced her upon the table and still standing directly in front of her, Stacey then happily brought her knees right up to her chest and just held them there against her tits making all of us wait to see what she’ll do next. A few seconds later I couldn’t help but to laugh when I heard Britney started to giggle uncontrollably showing obvious signs that she was really fucking drunk, it was really awesome to see she was having just as much fun as we were, and then as if it was a gift from God everyone watched as our little party girl slowly began to open her legs far and wide apart right in front of us all.
Watching her legs slowly spread apart until she became fully spread eagle, the rowdy audience of her husband’s friends now had an excellent view of a moist and a gaping red fuck hole that we weren’t ever meant to see. Just laying there totally drunk with her legs spread far apart, everyone witnessed how the thick mound of black hair around her love nest was completely drenched with her cunt juices. It was so plainly visible how fucking hungry she was for cock and our friend who had laid her here never thought twice as he quickly pressed his crotch right up against Britney’s married muff, actually making her entire body slide back along the table a few inches when he did. Almost immediately he then lowered the zipper to his pants only to reach in and pull out his hardened cock, and without even pulling his fucking pants down I then watched as he moved the string to Britney’s panties to the side and lined the head of his cock to the entrance of her moist young cunt. Everything now seemed to be moving so quickly and everyone began rooting him on by screaming “fuck her, fuck her” over and over again, and this lasted for several seconds before someone screamed out to shut the fuck up before one of the neighbors calls the police.
Just standing there between her opened legs with the head of his stiffened cock now partially penetrating her anxiously awaiting muff, I found out later he was having second thoughts about fucking his close friend’s wife; he told me all he could think about right then was how hurt and depressed he would be if any of us did the same to him and secretly fucked his woman. But all this guilt he had on his mind obviously wasn’t enough to resist the overwhelming feeling the tip of his cock was now experiencing, as I then watched in disbelief when he forcefully thrusted and drove his hips forward only to bury his entire cock to the fucking balls deep within Britney’s luscious cunt. I sensed in my gut that no one could believe what just happened and when Stacey realized the serious fact that she now had another man’s tool other than her own darling husband’s completely shoved far inside her muff, she let out this loud piercing cry of lust that could easily be heard over all the commotion my friends were making actually watching one of us begin to work his cock in and out of Stacey’s love nest at a slow, steady pace.
The night went on, and we all got a change to sample her hot pussy, and to shoot loads of hot goo inside her. I will never forget that night… or other other nights we had when her hubby was at work!
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Father and Son part I
One of my absolute favourite things in the world is going to the forest with my dad to pick mushrooms.
We have been doing this together for as long as I can remember, it’s a thing that only the two of us do together without any involvement from my mother or my sister, who normally crave all of his attention.
Dad knows everything there is to know about mushrooms, which ones are edible, which ones to avoid and most importantly perhaps, were to find them.
In the city where we live there is a huge military training area deep in the woods, you can get there by car, travelling down a muddy road until you arrive at this huge red barrack where one can park the car and then after a brisk walk down a narrow path you arrive in what Dad refers to as being mushroom heaven.
The road is preceded by warning signs telling the public to keep out and that this is a private area but truth be told we have never seen any military activity. Actually we have never seen anyone at all, civilian or other but Dad claims that the grounds are normally used in the late evenings, when we are not there. It would be much too difficult to see path in front of you or try to find any mushrooms.
Hence we are always alone in the forest during the early autumn afternoons.
What is even more fun is that as soon as we have entered the muddy road Dad lets me leave the passenger seat and climb over to sit in his lap and steer the car. Obviously he controls the pedals as even if I wanted to I couldn’t possibly reach them.
Hence Dad lets me sit on his lap and drive the car which really is one of my favourite things to do. A big boy thing.
After a while though Dad starts complaining that I am crushing his penis so we will have to stop and park the car and he walks stiffly for a while, but soon enough everything is fine again.
This afternoon we had been looking around for about half an hour or so when I saw something in the grass that from a far looked just like a comic book. I am only five years old so obviously I hurried over there to see if it perhaps was Spiderman, who is my favourite.
Spiderman is cool, but then again so is Superman.
I glanced over my shoulder, spotting Dad about 25 metres away. We normally spread out but we never go very far as to not get out of each other’s sights.
As I arrive by the log underneath which the magazine is placed I pick it up and quickly realise that this is not at all a regular comic book, but something completely different.
I cannot read that good yet, Dad normally reads a bed time story to me but the shiny pictures needs no text.
The first picture shows a young boy wearing nothing but a pair if underwear and he is smiling at whoever is taking the picture.
I think he must be about my age, and like me he is also quite skinny.
In the next picture the same boy has now taken off his clothes and is standing on all fours showing his bottom to the camera with a big grin on his face. I have never seen anything like it and I quickly glance over at Dad to make sure he isn’t coming over here. Something tells me that he would not approve of me looking through this magazine.
I don’t know why, but I do know that.
In the third and the fourth picture the young boy is no longer alone, but…hang on…what is he actually doing?
He has now been joined by an older man and he has the man’s thing in his hand.
I have never seen such a big thing before!
Sometimes I shower together with my Dad and his thing is big too, but not at all as hard as this man’s. I have never seen Dad hard like this, only soft when he has been showing me how to wash my willy properly.
The boy is smiling and in the next picture he is putting that huge thing inside his mouth.
The older man is sitting on a chair and the boy is in front of him with that gigantic meat-stick inside his mouth and the man’s facial expression is that of sheer joy and happiness.
He looks very relaxed and upon closer investigation I come to the conclusion that he must be about my Dad’s age; 30 – 35.
I get this funny feeling in my stomach watching that picture because they sure do seem to be having a lot of fun and Dad and I have never played together that way.
Suddenly driving lessons and mushrooms does not seem all that impressive compared to what we apparently could’ve been doing.
I flip the page and my eyes nearly pop at what I am presented with next.
In this picture the man’s thing is even bigger and the camera is now focused on a close-up of the boy’s lips stretched around that massive penis lodged deep inside the boy’s mouth.
There is a text to each picture but I cannot make out the words and what they mean.
I cannot believe just how big that thing is, deep inside the boy’s mouth and I am so mesmerised by the pictures that I don’t notice Dad catching up with me.
-What are you looking at there Jason?, he asks.
I don’t know what to reply so I simply hand the magazine over to him without saying a word, but I am blushing. My cheeks are burning red.
Dad too goes red in the face as his eyes scans the pictures. He flips through the pages quickly.
-What are they doing Dad? What kind of game is that?, I ask as he still hasn’t said anything.
Only then does his eye meet mine and he says:
-Well Jason…I think you might be a little bit too young to understand this!
-But what are they doing Dad?, I ask again not taking no for an answer.
-Well they are having sex…son.
I know about sex, well not exactly what it is, but I know that is the way babies are made but I never knew you would be naked in the way the boy and the man are.
Dad sees my face turning into a question mark and he laughs nervously and sits down next to me on the log placing the magazine in his lap.
-If I tell you about this Jason it has to stay between you and I. ‘Your mother would think you are much too young to know about these things so it would have to stay between you and I.’ ‘Like a secret!’
-I can keep a secret, I say in the same whispering voice as my dad has been using.
-In this picture, says Dad clearing his throat. ‘the boy is performing oral sex on…on this gentleman.’ ‘Sometimes it is also called to suck cock!’
I have heard the word cock before and I know it is a bad word.
-But how come his thing is so big?, I ask pointing to the man’s penis inside the boy’s mouth. ‘Yours is not that big!’
Dad laughs out loud explaining that his thing can get just as big if not even bigger.
-A cock, he explains ‘is measured in inches’. ‘This man would have about 7 inches if my estimates are correct.’
-And how big is yours?, I ask innocently even though I am suddenly dying to find out.
-Bigger, he replies taking a look around as if he is suddenly nervous that someone would appear out of nowhere.
Dad flips the page and says a very silent ‘oh what the fuck’ when we are both presented with the boy sitting on top of the man, his back against the man’s chest. The man is holding the boy’s legs in a raised up position and it is clear to see that the man’s thing is somehow connected inside the boy.
The man on the picture still looks very happy but the boy seems to be struggling with something at least if you judge by his facial expression.
-What are they doing here?, I ask and my dad is forced to clear his throat several times before he finally replies.
-Well Jason, here they are making love…or fucking I suppose. ‘Yes the man is fucking the boy’ ‘That means that the man has put his cock inside the boy’s tiny hole.’
-But poo comes out of there, I intersect flabbergasted.
-You can use it for other things too. ‘When a grown man gets excited his cock swells up like that in order to be able to penetrate a little hole just like this one.’
-It seems to make the man very happy, I say.
In the next picture his face is zoomed in and he holds a facial expression that I have never seen before. He smiles widely at whoever holds the camera.
-I am sure he is, says Dad with a strange tone of voice.
-But the boy doesn’t look too happy. ‘Why is he not happy?’
-Well Jas, if the boy first puts his lips over the man’s cock he will excite the man so much that the man will have to put it inside the boy and fuck him. ‘It sort of like the name of the game.
-Does it hurt the boy Dad?
-Maybe a little bit, but he will also be proud that he has managed to do it! ‘ ‘Not many boys are able to take a large cock like that up their asses.’ ‘Normally you will need to be older in order for your body to have developed enough.’
-What does the text say?
-“Brian knows how good it makes Gino feel when he sits on top of his swollen cock because….” , dad hesitates and then continues “because he knows that is what a boy is supposed to do and he will get a present later.” “Brian knows though that in order to get a gift from the nice man he will have to let Gino…” Dad hesitates again.
-Have to let Gino what?
-…Have to let Gino enjoy his tight ass.’ ‘Only then will he get a present.’
-I want a present, I say sulkily.
-I think it is time we put this magazine back where we found it Jas, says Dad. ‘Before things go too far!’
I have no idea what he is talking about but I am very disappointed not to see more pictures. We had only reached page 8 and that magazine has at least 100 pages. Almost like a catalogue.
As Dad closes the magazine I notice that his thing has gone hard in his tight shorts.
-It’s just because I have to pee, dad explains when I ask him about it.
-I do too, I say. ‘We can pee in a cross so there wont be bad weather tomorrow!’
This is a game we have played several times.
Dad nods quickly without meeting my eye and he stands up, looks around again and pulls down his shorts and underwear.
His thing is hard too, just like Gino’s.
Really hard, just like the man in the picture.
It is also just as thick as the man’s – if not even thicker, standing straight out.
-Yours is hard too dad!, I say matter-of-factly. ‘I have never seen it that hard!’
-Sometimes it happens to Dads too, he explains. ‘Daddies get excited too.’
-And how do you make it go soft and normal again? ‘It is too big for your underwear now!’
-Either I fuck or I jerk off!
He smiles at me, letting his shorts drop to the leafy ground.
He pulls his foreskin back and his head presents itself.
Really big, mushroom-shaped and all shiny and light purple in its colour.
-It is very big dad, I say nearly out of breath without knowing why.
Dad nods and smiles at me again.
-Yours will grow this big too, he says and grabs a hold of his penis’ thick shaft.
‘But you will have to wait many years first!’
-What kind of present do you think Gino gave Brian?, I ask without taking my eyes off my Dad’s penis.
-Perhaps a toy-car, just like the one you wanted last week.
-Do you think so?, I ask and Dad quickly nods.
-Since Brian is such a good boy, letting Gino fuck his hole, I am sure that Brian will receive a shiny new toy car, promises Dad.
He keeps on tugging on his foreskin, meaning that big shiny head of his thing appears and disappears at a rapid speed.
‘Perhaps Brian can even get two cars if he is really good!’
-In that case I wish Gino was here right now, so he could give me a present too, I say loudly.
I have been taught not to ever be jealous but it doesn’t seem fair to me that somewhere out there is a man called Gino who gives out not one but two toy cars just for playing a game that I personally think looks like a lot of fun.
-Would you really let Gino do that to you?, Dad asks sitting down next to me on the log again. His penis is still very hard and almost seems to have a life of its very own.
I nod quickly.
-Of course I would! ‘If I would get TWO toy cars for it!’
Dad laughs and starts pulling on his foreskin again.
-To be honest Jas I don’t think Gino would be able to do that to you! ‘I think Gino’s cock is much too big for your little hole!’
He has opened up the magazine again now turning to page 9 which shows Gino plunging his huge penis inside Brian’s hole in a spoon like position.
Brian’s eyes are bright red as if he has been crying but Gino still looks happy and content as his penis is in the next picture all the way inside the hole.
-Nahaa, I moan, not knowing if Dad is indeed right or not. ‘I am not too little!’
-Says you, teases Dad. ‘Stand up Jason and pull down your shorts and whites and let me have a look!’
I do as he asks and even complies when he tells me to turn around and bend over. I am still wearing my t-shirt but other than that I am now starch naked.
It feels a bit funny to be naked outside.
Dad places a hand on my butt-cheek and squeezes it, muttering that Gino would probably like it.
-But I do not think he could ever put his entire thing inside your hole son, I am sorry but I really don’t think so!
‘It is a pity because you know we don’t have any money…’ ‘Otherwise I would buy you plenty of toy-cars myself!’ ‘If there was only a way…’
-I am sure I could do it, I say confidently.
-Perhaps, but only perhaps I could help you!, says Dad in a whispering tone.
-Help me how?, I ask with hope in my voice.
-Well have a look at Gino’s cock and then have a look at mine, wouldn’t you say that I am bigger?
-Yeah much bigger, I reply honestly.
-So…if you could handle me you could handle Gino!
I nod eagerly and smile at him. That is a brilliant idea.
-Only thing is, continues Dad. ‘If I do this for you, you will have to do something for me!’ ‘That is only fair right?’
-Of course, I say thinking he will ask me to the dishes for a few weeks.
-In that case you will have to suck Dad’s thick cock first!’
-Suck it? ‘Like Brian sucked Gino?’
Dad nods and scans the area with his eyes again.
-I am not too keen on putting it inside you but I love having my cock sucked, all dad’s love that even by their own sons.’ ‘It will also help me stay hard when I penetrate you’
Said and done.
I turn around and for the first time get really close to his swollen penis.
-You need to open your mouth wide Jas, like you were going to the dentist and be careful that you don’t scrape me with your teeth.’
Dad holds his hand around the base of his hard ting and points it at me.
It looks even bigger now.
-You want me to suck your thing like this?, I ask and opens my mouth wide and dives down in between my dad’s legs.
The head of his penis is very shiny and very soft, almost a bit wet and tastes a bit of salt.
-Oh yeah, he groans very loudly and I immediately pull back worried that I did something wrong because his voice sounds so funny.
-You are doing good, but when we play like this Jas it is not called ‘it’ or ‘thing’ or even ‘penis’. ‘It is called ‘cock’ or even better ‘Dad’s huge cock!’
I nod.
-Now I am going to suck Daddy’s huge cock, I say cheerily and return to the head of his cock.
It is so big I cannot even fit half of it inside my mouth, but dad doesn’t seem to mind. As my eyes meet his with his swollen cock inside my mouth he stares back at me the same way Gino looks at Brian.
-That is good son, he says as I start bobbing my head up and down on whatever of his cock that I can fit inside my mouth. Meanwhile Dad leans over across my back and starts poking my butthole with his index-finger.
He keeps applying saliva to his finger and smears it all over my hole, explaining that his cock will slide more easily if I am wet and ready.
The more I lick and suck on Dad’s cock the more I am getting worried about how big it is. His finger slides inside my hole and a sharp pain flows through my body and suddenly I wonder if these two toy cars are worth it.
-Does it hurt?, Dad asks as his finger is working inside my hole but my mouth is so filled with his cock that I can only groan an answer.
‘There is no going back now son!’ ‘What we have started must be finished!’
His cock leaves my mouth with a plopping sound as he retracts.
-You are a very good cock-sucker son, but if you continue like that I am gonna cum!
-What do you mean?
Dad points to page 18 in the magazine showing white stuff escaping the tip of Gino’s cock, literally coating Brian’s face.
-Cuming is when Dad gives you his milk, then it is over. ‘I will let you know when it will happen, so you are prepared.’
He gears up behind me telling me to spread my legs across the log as far as possible.
-When will you make milk?, I ask perhaps subconsciously remembering that that is when it will be over.
-As I said I will let you know, but it should not take too long son! ‘You have managed to get me quite excited with your mouth, it will feel like warm liquid inside your hole!’ ‘But I come a lot so if we are lucky I will be able to fill you up and perhaps even cause your ass to overflow!’
-How do you mean?, I ask worriedly because overflowing sounds dangerous.
Dad laughs.
-It means that there’s not enough room in your butt for both your Dad’s cock and his cum so it will be pushed outside and run down your legs. ‘The more the man cums the more you have excited him.’
He spits on his cock a few times and the starts pushing against my hole.
Almost immediately I ask him to stop because the pain is unbearable as his cock starts spreading my hole open, pushing forth.
-You are a bit too young for this son, I will have to push hard to enter. ‘It will hurt but try to relax!’ ‘After all 8.5 inches is going inside your hole!’
I feel dad’s strong hands grab me by my shoulders as he tells me he is in position and not to move.
-When I tell you to you need to start pushing as if you were having a shit Jason, this will open your hole and make it less painful!’
I only nod now truly petrified of what is to come next.
‘Now Jason, push for all you are worth!’
I feel Dad’s cock pushing against my hole and seconds later he starts sliding inside me accompanied by the most pain I have ever had to endure. Worse than when I broke my leg and even if I struggle to get away, dad holds me in place.
-You are doing good son, at least two inches are inside!
-Please Dad, pull it out, it hurts, ouch ouch ouch it really hurts.
But Dad’s keeps on pushing all the while informing me how far inside he is in my stretched rectum.
-It wont be as painful next time son, I promise. ‘We will just have to keep you stretched constantly!’ ‘I can always sneak into your room when Mum has fallen asleep and if you promise to keep quiet I will even stuff my cock up your ass in your own bed.’ I will keep on doing this!’
I am so far off in my mind because of the immense pain cutting through my body the more Dad is pushing from behind that I don’t even respond.
He cannot be serious.
I am never going to do this again no matter how many toy cars I am offered.
And all the same I feel really proud when dad announces that I have managed to take his entire cock inside my hole.
-Not even your mother can handle that! ‘Not all 8,5 inches up her ass.’
-Really?, I say, the first thing uttered since the torture started.
-Really! ‘You are doing very well son! ‘You are only 5 years old but you are managing to satisfy a grown up cock!’
Dad starts moving slowly behind me and I can feel how my ass muscles are clamping down around his rod. His cock is so hard and much too big for where it is located, but still Dad manages to find enough room to move back a little bit and then push it inside again.
-Is this fucking Dad?, I ask almost out of breath.
-Normally fucking is a bit rougher, says Dad. ‘Fucking means I can pump my cock in and out of your ass as hard as I want, but you are too little for that still.’ ‘We need to give you some time to get used to it but as well as you are taking it I don’t think it will take long before your dad can really fuck you!’
I can feel Dad’s cock moving in and out of my rectal-passage slowly back an forth still with his hands grabbing my shoulders and he has started groaning more and more loudly for each thrust.’
-That is good son, just like that, fuck your ass is so tight.
Something is happening tomy Dad’s cock. Even if it is deep inside my ass I can still feel how it is getting bigger and bigger.
-I am going to give you my milk very soon.
He thrusts harder and harder and it feels as if his intruder is about to split me in two.
-Fuck, I am coming, he yells.
He has only said the words until I feel several jets of his milk stream inside my ass, coating my insides. It feels exactly as he has described it, warm and wet.
He stays inside me for quite a long time after that slowly moving his cock back and forth telling me how well I did.
My bottom is still very sore but at the same time I do feel very proud, especially when I feel his Daddy-milk slowly running down my legs.
Slowly he pulls out f me and his cock leaves my hole with a loud popping noise and I feel even more cum escaping my hole in a big gob.
I feel completely drenched and my legs really hurt from staying in the same position for too long.
-Stay where you are Jason, I have to wipe my cum of your ass, so your mother wont notice it.
He speaks to me with a happy voice and smiles widely at me.
-You know, you’ve done so good, I have decided that we will get you a toy on the way home.
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The final allowed post in the series
Reader inspired story. Ethan finds out he has a special power when an old college mate walks into his shop. He uses this power to use her and get revenge on her for the past.
Do not read this if you have a problem with any of the themes in that story.
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Magical hearts chapter 10
During our last chapter, we found out that the kingdom of Izmira had not only ordered Raiders to capture slaves, but had infiltrated Edmonton one of the main cities in Cowan. I fear this is a prelude to war, the harbor there would allow them to bring in as many troops safely with as many ships they can bring. A small army could more easily defend the peninsula that Edmonton sets on as they wait for reinforcements.
I briefed my father, who seemed to lose his appetite. The two ships we destroy this year, I believe had more troops to reinforce Edmonton. The loss of those two ships probably delayed their plans. It would make sense, bring troops and take away slaves, destroying villages under the guise of Raiders. If their plans thwarted, they could back off saying it was Raiders doing the damage, and they had no control over them.
Dad agrees with my assessment, although we need to gather more information confirming what we fear. Dad says, “As king I cannot just declare war on another kingdom over suspicions alone. Our Navy is not that large, but I will send our ships south. We could use some of the carpets for scouting, if we know where their ships are we can bring some of our mages and damage their ships or maybe destroy them.”
I tell my father of my plans, to retake Edmonton keep. Using my guard, and cast a sleep spell, and paralyze spells to infiltrate the Castle from the top of the towers working downward. Binding the guards and soldiers once, they are unconscious. If we can get in, and control large enough area we can bring more troops in on your carpets. Before they know what is happening we can take the keep, wait for patrols and surround them as they return. Once the city is ours again, we can just simply destroy or capture any of the ships sent by Izmira.
My father smiles and says, “On one condition, you take two more mages with you. Justin and Selena, Selena is in Brittany, but I can have her at the staging area on time. With the two of them, your plan is much more likely to succeed. Both are very powerful, and skilled in battle.
I say, “Justin is here already, be picked him up last night.”
We leave my father so he can bath and dress for the day. It is going to be a very busy day. My father has about two hundred and fifty troops he can bring to bear at this moment. Provisions, arms and armor are all contained in enchanted crates. Isabel and I have created carpets capable of carrying all of the troops and their necessary items.
I seriously doubt it will be something they are ready for, four mages along with two hundred fifty troops dropping in from the sky. I think no one in the kingdom knows we had that capability, and certainly no one outside of the kingdom.
Other than our raid against the Raiders two days ago, we have not used that capability, father left under cover of darkness. The raid on Bethany was with clan Morgan assistance, I am sure everyone knows of their carpets, although clan Morgan normally uses the three small carpets.
Magical carpet seldom last more than a season, that is why Justin was so surprised when he did his discovery spell and found that they were permanent, the enchantment would last as long as the carpets. The three small carpets are not in unique patterns, so someone may believe that they are replaced on a regular basis.
Before the day can really get started, Isabel takes Ruth to a different dress shop, and has her dress finished.
Ben and I need to fix her ring, and I have Ben tell me what her favorite flowers. She loves roses that seems to be a favorite among most of the kingdom’s women. Ben hands me a couple gold pieces; they turn into miniature roses after I removed the Green diamond. I ask Ben, “Does Ruth like Isabel’s ring?”
Ben nods his head, yes. I have the roses grow as they absorb the gold from the coins. Ruth unlike Isabel needs a slightly tougher ring, after all her job is to protect us. Like Isabel’s ring, the roses span into a lattice with flowers completely around the outside. Although they are slightly larger, they flatten making a smooth surface both on the inside and out rosebuds hold the diamond, both seeming to cross-halfway or just over the edge. I have improved the fire of the gemstone with tiny cuts that only removed a little dust from the diamond.
Unlike Isabel’s ring, I enchanted with healing activated when husband and wife kiss, they may want to pass it on down to their son. I also add the scent of roses in the morning. Just for the fun of it, when husband and wife kiss they too will be surrounded by a glow.
Isabel had been encouraging me in my mind, and I has to does anything else I should add. With a giggle, she thinks (no).
As an afterthought, I ask Isabel, (What is Ruth’s favorite flower?)
Isabel pauses for a moment or two I know she is asking Ruth. In my mind, I hear Isabel respond, (Roses.) Isabel continues, (That is a good question. Not every girl likes the same flower. Ruth wants to past the ring on.)
Looking at the ring in my hand I know I cannot alter all the magic I placed in it, the web of magic is too complex. So I separate the diamond and begin again, fortunately Isabel has arrived. Ben almost fainted at seeing the ring melt. I smile and say, “This is just going to take a little more power; Isabel is here now give us a moment or two.”
Isabel and I take the diamond and the gold and begin again. Again the ring forms, from flower stems this time lavender. Ben nearly interrupts us, but Ruth places a hand in the center of his chest smiles and says, “Isabel told me about what was going on. I want to pass this on to one of our children. Isabel and Julius are going to do something very special.”
We add one enchantment, when the ring placed on the finger of the betrothed the flowers and fragrance on the ring will change to her favorite when her true love kisses her. As before when the husband kisses the wife the ring will heal them and cause them to glow, not only them but also the ring itself if it takes any damage. The ring will automatically adjust to the betrothed’s finger, just like Isabel’s ring.
Now that the ring is finished, we hand it to Ben who looks disappointed. Ruth nudges him and says, “Put it on my finger and kiss me silly.” Ben slides it onto Ruth’s ring finger and it adjusts to her hand.
Ben sniffs and says, “I smell lavender.”
Ruth pulls him to her. “You have not finished.” She says. Ben pulls her into a kiss, Isabel and I, gasp at seeing the two glow. That spell should not be active until they are married.
Our friends chuckle, before Bill says, “Told you, you are contagious.” We see that more and more, it should not surprise us anymore. Isabel and I join in on the laughter.
Ruth brings her left hand to Ben’s face. The smell of roses is strong. The ring has shifted to roses. When they break their kiss, Ben holds her hand so he can look at the ring. Ruth smiles and says, “When we pass the ring on. Isabel and Julius enchanted the ring so who receives it, when they are kiss by their true love they will get their favorite flowers and its fragrance.”
Ben laughs, “That was a good one Julius.”
I say, “Well you put me on my ass so many times while we trained I had to give you a little payback my friend.” The carpet lands in the courtyard and our friends climb aboard and we fly to the temple. Like our wedding, Ben and Ruth are separate pulled into their own bathing area. While there are there, the Temple quickly fills up with most everyone from the Castle, including my father.
The priestess begins the ceremony. There is something new she speaks of the glow of love and the blessing given by Aphrodite for those who share in it. Ben comes out in a new suit of armor he wears rank of captain, shined extremely bright. Ruth has her dress that Isabel had gotten her. The two are little surprised at seeing how many people are here.
As they speak their words of love Ben says, “Ruth, you are my Angel, with halo bright seen with each kiss. Your love has lit my heart.”
Ruth smiles and says, “You fill my heart with beauty, with love and joy. I love you Ben.” The two fall silent and then move into a kiss, the two glow as the congregation cheers.
The priestess says, “A union blessed by Aphrodite, husband and wife in life and death.”
Knowing what we are going through tonight, we send Ben and Ruth off to spend as much time together as they can before we have to leave.
Will have a grand party when we can return, if everything goes well we may just have it in Edmonton.
We talked to several people who know Edmonton keep, including Carissa. About two and a half months ago, the Duke of Edmonton started changing his guards, ignoring his normal counsel. Carissa does not know why her father began acting strangely. She finally confessed that her father had sent her off with the son of the traitor. They had an arranged marriage, before his family’s disgrace. Carissa stated that her father had canceled the marriage. Two days after his sudden change in behavior when her former betrothed arrived, he treated him as he always has, and sent the two of them off together.
Carissa begs that her father be unharmed, that he must be sick. She does not understand why he was behaving strangely. Later she led off in tears, she returns to her room and a couple priestesses show up in the afternoon to counsel her. I assured her that we would try to make sure he is unharmed and undo any curse or magic that must be controlling him.
I am hopeful that the plan works, if we managed to land without raising the alarm, and clear one of the towers. Perhaps two of the towers, along with the battlements connecting, it would be a simple matter to keep the guards in their guardhouse, just magically sealed their door or doors.
The real problem is if they have mages, they may have alarm spells, wards or other magical traps. Wizards from other parts the world can use magic differently than we do. Magic itself generally works the same. Nevertheless, when a wizard figures out a new way of doing a spell sometimes that is not shared openly. Spells from different areas of the world had been diversifying, at one point in our history mages went to a single college, a single mage counsel ruled all mages on this world, we stood apart not allowed to join in on the political scene. Spells were shared more readily in those long past days.
I am counting on that one thing. Izmira does not have the spells needed to enchant a carpet to fly. They probably do not recognize the danger, the towers may not be heavily guarded, or possibly no guards at all. It would be very good to land and only face one or two, not a dozen armed guards, with ward and alarm spells to alert the entire keep. The whole plan hinges on that fact.
Shortly after dark, Isabel and I with our companions and six archers leave the city, space our departures by half an hour to bring less attention to them. We are meeting at the village directly across the great bay that separates the peninsula that Edmonton sets on from the main land of Cowan. With any luck the jeweler will be there, he may be able to give us some more information.
Dad informed me that house Morgan will be bringing fifty of their strongmen, and city guards from Camarillo. They will meet us at the rally point tonight. That would give us more than enough men to land on each of the towers once they have been subdued. We can leave crossbow men up there, if need be they can cover our escape, leaving by carpet just the way we came.
We plan to hit the keep as the moons set, that will be about two hours past midnight. The last carpet to leave New Cowan will arrive with one hour at the rally point before going on. Selena, and Justin are taking the last two carpets, my father and son will remain in New Cowan. Dad really wanted to come, but I convinced him is not a good idea to risk both of us. He only said, “You are your father’s son.”
We arrived at the village inn. I am surprised how fast we made it, is only two and a half hours after sunset. The jeweler has made it, and I reluctantly wake him from his sleep. We speak for several minutes, he tells me of the random searches, the guard had looked for Isabel and I well into the next day when he left.
Altogether, the information he gives me is just confirmation of what he has already said. I do get a better number of guards the Duke is using. An Izmira ship arrived a week ago, it brought the number of guards to one hundred and fifty. It is as I suspected, the cities jail cells emptied onto the ship before it left. The jeweler highly doubts the ship took criminals.
That ship only left port a day and an half ago, and once we take the keep. We will catch that ship and retrieve our people. Force that Captain to return our people. If our people have come to harm, if they abuse the women, most of the sailors will never return home. They will face trial and punishment for their deeds. I see the same determination in my companions, as I feel it echoed from Isabel. That nation can no longer be permitted to pray on others.
When we are all gathered, we come to the decision that Justin and Selena will take the northwest tower, Isabel and I will take the southeast tower. We will strike at the same time, only taken enough troops to secure each tower. Then will jump to the others, secure them, and signal for the troops to arrive and begin to secure the keep. In might be a bit more risky, but with all four tower secure, we have eight large carpets landing two at each tower we can probably secure the keep in less than an hour. It is a variation of the plan, where stealth and surprise used for our benefit. If we can take out the other towers, the guards there could not raise the alarm the moment they see our carpets begin unloading our troops.
I wish I could take credit for that, but that was Jeremiah’s idea. Dad really should make him a general. He actually visited the keep several times. He will be with us on our initial strike the tower tops first, and then the battlements, followed by securing the towers as we go.
We move low, fast, and silent not high enough to be outlined against the stars, yet high enough that we do not alert our passing to those on the ground. Justin and Selena are taking the seaward side; Isabel and I are in the landward side that is why we are taking the opposite towers. When we come into range, there is only two guards atop the tower. We approach so fast they did not even have time to open their mouths before they found themselves paralyzed. I checked for magical wards just before we land, finding none we set the carpet down silently. Leaving the six archers, Isabel, Jeremiah and my companions accompany me to the next tower. It has two guards stand watching over the city, they do not even see us before we have them paralyzed.
Only one guard walking the battlements at this hour at night. We simply descend low enough on our carpet before using a sleep spell. He falls asleep silently leaning against the wall, the other guards follow quickly.
Returning to the top of the tower, we begin our dissent into the Royal bedrooms. Most likely, the heaviest guarded, but as we reach each level, I cast a wide area sleep spell. It is not as strong as a direct sleep spell, but at this hour of the night, it proved very effective. Each floor fall silent quickly, and we move quickly to bind the guards. Checking each room, we find one magic user and we placed a magical binding on him, before gagging him. By the time, we reach the bottom floor there is not a single guard in the keep still awake.
Justin has given the signal, and our soldiers arrive. A few grumble that, there is nothing left for them to do. Nevertheless, we have them recheck each guard to ensure that they are secure. We find the guards quarters, much like the Raiders we found have taken women for their pleasure.
Ruth and Isabel begin marking each man, as they began to pull the women away. Once the keep it secure father may come and begin their trials. We find that two patrols are still in the city. We wait in ambush for their return. Our men now occupies the battlements and towers, and control the gates.
In the dungeons, we find the advisors and their families, along with others designated to be slaves. Isabel and I do what we can to heal them. We share a long kiss as I carried Isabel among the jail cells. Even a few of the guards along with their families occupy the cells, seeing their loved ones healed gives them strength.
Both of the enemies patrols arrived just before dawn, they have several prisoners that they threaten. I say, “They are the only thing keeping you alive. When they die you will have a long and painful death.”
Realizing the impossibility of their situation, their escape cut off, and the threats only served to anger our troops they lay down their arms and released their captives without any further harm.
Our troops bind them, if I did not hate slavery so much, I would have them all branded and sold as slaves to different kingdoms. The soldiers make poor slaves. They usually whipped to death within a season.
Jeremiah informed my father using his mirror, we began going through the Royal bedrooms again, and we separate the Duke and his family. The Duchess, and a younger daughter seem to be okay, but who knows what they went through.
Justin cast a spell to determine if the Duke coerced by magic. He almost cursed at what he found out. The Duke was no longer himself, some powerful magic ripped his soul away, in its place another. Essentially the Duke was already dead, and someone else inhabiting his body. Necromancy outlawed here for over a century, and this is the worst case of it. The person that inhabits the Duke’s body dies as part of the enchantment.
I fear what this news will do to Carissa, her father’s body yet lives but hopefully his soul is at rest, or soon will be. We revive the servants first, one at a time to ensure they are not agents of Izmira. Before dawn, we have nearly all the servants revived, and we get many tales of horror about the guards and even the Duke.
Shortly after Dawn, father arrives with Carissa. We set them down and give them the grave news. My father shakes his head, and pulls the crying Carissa to him. I say, “We have the wizard that probably perform the spells. I do not believe there is any way of reversing their effects, and I would not trust anything that evil of a person would say.”
My father still trying to comfort Carissa says, “What my son says is true. Take comfort in knowing this that it was not your father that put you in the hands of the traitor son. I hope that when we revenge your father he may rest in peace.”
I explained to my father that we have a ship to catch. It left two days ago and should still be at sea with some of our people aboard. I will do my best to bring them back.
Isabel and our companions are waiting at the top of the tower with the carpet. Jeremiah steps in line with me and says, “I would go with you, I can send word to your father if we catch the ship and have to destroy the crew. He can send a new ship, to bring our people home.”
We pick up provisions for ourselves for as long as we can two water barrels and much dried food. I figure will be a day at least on the carpet to catch up. We know their course, if it is one thing these people are great record keepers. All the information about the ship, the people he took, and their course we have found during our search of the keep.
Before the sun is an hour past dawn, we set out to sea following the ship’s course. The carpet seems a bit faster, both Isabel and I wish it to move faster and the carpet does. We are moving so fast the sun seems to almost standstill in the sky. After moving West by Northwest we can almost feel the wind shifts, and we begin heading due West. After only an hour we spot the ship, it flies the flag of Izmira. Only about twenty men spotted on deck, one stands by the helmsman, it appears to be the Captain.
Several children are on deck, they apply water to the wooden decking, which is how it kept watertight if the wood dries it shrinks. The shrinking wood allows water to pour through making the ship harder to keep afloat in bad weather. When a man raises a whip to strike one of the children Isabel reacts. A lightning bolt races out while the whip is still high in the air running down it and killing the man.
I use magic to make my voice louder on the ship. I say, “You have taken our people. If you do not want to join the pile of ashes you will turnabout and return them without any harm.”
The helmsman begin to turn the will, the Captain ordered him to maintain his course as he ran for one of the children. He was six steps away when I paralyzed him freezing him in mid stride. He tumbled to the deck, bouncing once before he came to rest looking like a toppled statue.
When several of the crew drew their weapons, arrows flashed into their chest, or lightning bolts turned them to ash. The result was the same any who drew weapons died almost instantly. Almost as soon as it began it was over, the helmsman begin turning the ship about, he was surprised when the wind refilled the sails, only moments later to become even stronger than it had been before. Below decks, another twenty-five crewmembers soon surrendered.
It took us two days to return to port and we landed at the nearest which was Camarillo. The sailors were little surprised, as city guardsmen went to their knee before me. When the new city Captain, greeted us going to his knee he said, “Welcome back Prince Julius and Princess Isabel, the King waits at the keep. Duke Jeremiah Lady Claire waits for you to join her at court.”
Jeremiah had made sure to point out the two wrecks on the way in, telling the helmsman that was the work of the Prince and Princess. He told them that they would be a few of their fellow citizens who survived that they would be returning.
We gave them a small ship, one barely able to make such a journey. When they left they were heavily laden with water and food, and a small boat sailed slowly away. A letter to their King detailed our grievances, helmsman turned out to be more than willing to offer messenger service. We still had a hundred of their soldiers in our jails. The return of their men were contingent on the return of ours. Two of the hundred were officers, minor nobles we treated them like the rest of their men.
Be quickly sent messages to the other kingdoms friendly to us, both as warning of Izmira’s treachery and news of our victory. We also sent word that Izmira was to return our people, if they failed to do so we were going to declare war.
Jeremiah had come up with a plan, when we return their people, or at least the last two nobles. We would have shown them the ships, allowing Justin to bring forth the images of that battle. Placed the two nobles, or all of the prisoners we were returning in a specially made crate, to them only a few moments would pass no matter how long or trip took. Using one of the larger carpets, we would land with forty men, two teams of horses, wagons and enough food for everyone for a two-day march.
Landing secretly on their coast, we would release the prisoners from what looked like a jail cell but was actually an enchanted crate. They would believe we got there nearly instantaneously, by an unknown means of transportation. If our enemy believed we could bring a group that large to their shores with no problems, destroy their ships at sea. Perhaps they will surrender, return our people and never raid our shores again. That was a hope Isabel and I shared.
Justin and Selena had found the necromancers spell books; they found that the Duke soul captured and held within a large crystal. They actually found the crystal within the necromancer’s quarters. From the faint glow within the stone, we knew a soul was still within it. It was uncertain if it was the Duke are not.
We stopped the execution just in time. We were going to try to switch the souls. It was a slim hope at best. The necromancer was one of the first we executed. We would not have trusted him anyway.
We went to the temple of Aphrodite. We needed to know if they could help, possibly even ask Aphrodite herself. We did this for Carissa’s love for her father. The priestess asks, “Could you two kiss, and it may be possible Aphrodite will come in answer to your request.”
We had brought the crystal, and the gagged bound body of the Duke. Four guards escorted the chained man into the temple. He was held a short distance away from us as we spoke. When Isabel and I leaned in together and began to kiss, the glow reached out. First to the chained man, he screamed as the light enveloped him. The guards could not prevent him from sinking to his knees as he screamed. His eyes rolled back as he began to spasm, the scream stopped as a spirit of a disfigured man pulled out of the body. The spirit was screaming, and struggling but eventually, the spirit pulled free of the body. The body slumped unmoving and it did not draw breath.
The glow still surrounded the body. The crystal flies until it struck the body in the chest. There was a moment of bright light, and then the body was again the Duke. He drew breath, and began to blink. Confusion and fear at his condition was the first sign of his return, only a moment later he fainted.
We release him from his chains, remove the gag and summon his family. Isabel and I kiss as is family including Carissa arrive; the light now seems to caress the Duke. His breathing becomes stronger, and only a moment later he sets up blinking. Looking around he asks, “How did I get here? Am I still in that nightmare?”
His wife and children surround him in a hug. Their tears flow freely. He holds them tightly and says, “I am finally awake. Think the goddess.”
My father speaks with him the next day. His old friend still is not quite himself. Nevertheless, I feel he will make a full recovery, given the love of his family and friends.
We change our plans.
We gathered Driftwood and stone for two days, Isabel and I decided to not only make a set of cells, but an entire keep or what looked like one. With the main drawbridge down it would be its normal size. When you close the drawbridge, it would be half the size of a crate. The trick was to make it shrink each time into a miniature Keep. Isabel and I had experimented with this for over two months before perfecting the enchantment.
The two large islands off the coast had no names on our map. None of our sailors or navigators from any of our ports knew of them. We went to the ruins of the keep, and found the name Fox. That was the only thing that identified anything there. Therefore, we nicknamed the islands Fox and Hound. Fox being the northern island of the two and slightly smaller.
We decided to work on this island because of its isolation. No rumor was to escape about our plan, and seeing a magical castle built would definitely bring about many rumors. With a few more trusted guards, and even those were stationed where they would not see or hear anything that occurred.
We find a large flat meadow excellent for what we wish to accomplish. We brought the wood and stone leaving them on the edge of the meadow. Only our guard is with us, except for Justin and Selena to observe our process.
Like creating the crates you start with a full-size object, then through magical means shrink it. Therefore, the first order of business was to create a full-size keep. We had scoured the outer islands for more Driftwood, bringing what more we could. Two enormous balls of wood set on the ground outside of the meadow. A huge piece of stone set beside them. We begin with the stone, because we wanted this to be able to move it would not have foundations that pressed into the ground. Rather sit flat a crossed.
The first order of business was to create a smooth hard surface within the meadow. We had brought sand and spread it out on the meadow, the day before. The sand made level and pressed into a hard surface. Then we begin with blocks of stone very large but thin at first. As each block lay down beside the next, it fuses to its neighbors. Creating one solid flat sheet, this will be the base of our keep. This took all day and Isabel and I are exhausted just accomplishing that. What little stone remained would be far short of what we need.
Justin and Selena volunteered to gather more stone; we noticed a quarry not too far distant. The quarry was originally the stone source for the buildings on this island.
Isabel and I retreat to our small house we had created. It was large enough for rooms for our companions and us. We had tested out the enchantment creating this home. It had a porch on the front that was the equivalent of the drawbridge. It did not use near as much stone as the keep would use, although it had a stone fireplace. This was actually the fifth attempt. We had various problems from furniture that would not shrink, to one that shrink to nothing. One burned because of the fire in the fireplace. This one uses an illusion of the fire, which gives off heat magically, only on command.
Isabel and I have not dared to collapse it a second time. We will cross that bridge when we do not need it again. Right now, Isabel and I need our bathing pool followed by a meal and long night’s rest. From the sound when we walk in the door, Ben and Ruth are enjoying each other’s company. Michael asks, “Can you do something about the sound?”
I point his daughter to a spell of silence, and ask, “Have you learnt this spell yet?”
She giggles and shakes her head yes, so I instruct, “Casted upon that door.”
Isabel giggles, “Remember we had to disallow casting inside.”
Thinking quickly I say, “Go outside and get a small stone. Cast the spell on the stone and set it in front of the door. Once the spell expires, be sure to remove the stone.”
Giggling Isabel says, “Do the same on a second stone, and place it front of our door.” The room breaks out into laughter as Isabel pulls me back into our bedchambers.
As soon as our door closes, Isabel strips us as I pick her up and walk into a large bathing pool we have created. I gently wash Isabel with scented soaps. Even exhausted we are enjoying the feel of each other’s hands on our bodies. I doubt we do more than kiss and cuddle tonight. Isabel wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Our kiss seems to energize us. Isabel jumps wrapping her body around mine. Her arms around my shoulders, her legs are over my hips and she pulls her beautiful body against me.
As we kiss my manhood begins to react, and before long, it rubs against Isabel’s wet bottom. Isabel lifts high enough and wiggles once I am in the right spot she slides back down taking me within her. Her internal muscles ripple as she pulls me deeper sliding downward onto my erect manhood. Isabel fully impaled, and her muscles excite my cock, my breathing is becoming heavy with my excitement. Isabel makes small movements grinding her clitoris against my body. As her body increases the massage, Isabel begins to shake against me, causing her clitoris to have heightened stimulation. Isabel and I both climax at the same time I grunt as I push spurt after spurt through her open cervix. Isabel screams her pleasure at her orgasm. We are both breathing heavy as we look into each other’s face and laugh at the joy we give each other.
We finish our bath, dress for dinner. We join our companions, even a satisfied Ruth and Ben. We eat and speak of how much longer will be here. I say from what we have accomplished today, at least a week more like ten days.
Justin laughs, “He will build a keep in ten days, and normally it takes years.”
Selena nods her head yes and says, “I have only seen one new keep build in my lifetime, and actually took ten years and thousands of men laboring to accomplish it.”
Justin says, “I have not seen a mage even in my life time attempt such a grand enchantment. Even this house is far greater than many can accomplish even working together. I watched as you shrink it, picked it up as if it was a dollhouse, set upon your carpet flown it here and expanded it back to its original size. I find it simply amazing.”
Selena says, “You even enchanted the cabinets, they hold entire meals that all we have to do is remove the hot meal we wish to eat and close the cabinets again.”
I give Isabel kiss and say, “It was my wife’s idea, and we had done a set for father’s cook.”
Selena giggles, “She so appreciative, she can prepare a meal and set it within one for a week undisturbed and it will be hot and ready to eat when she decides the serve it.”
Isabel giggles, “There is a four-month-old pie I would like for dessert.”
Justin chuckles, “Now you are just showing off, you are behaving so much like your husband.” The room breaks out into laughter.
The next day we began on the skeleton of the keep. Using the wood and the stone to make the reinforcements for the next floor, we were going to make a total of three, with the battlements on the fourth floor, a set of six-story towers on each corner, with a gate and a gatehouse, complete with battlements of top.
As the time passed more of the keep, begin to take shape, on the eighth day it was complete. The next two days we create furniture. On the tenth day, the keep has officers’ quarters with furniture, and storerooms on the second and third floor. All three floors have an armory we had yet to equip. Also on the first floor of the keep has bunk beds in four large rooms, a huge kitchen, dining room and stables. The keep has only wooden doors to give you the impression that is actually not a prison, but a fortress.
The Keep is large enough to hold four hundred men, with a full unit of cavalry, and enough arms to ensure they can stand for a long time under siege. It would be a daunting site for any army to come upon, and a great surprise if they knew the land to be barren, one-day empty land and the next a full scale Keep capable of protecting itself. The Keep wrapped in thick stone walls so smooth no assassin can climb, towers and battlements topped with archers, and two ballistae.
With somewhere else to stay, Isabel and I decide it is worth the risk to attempt to re-close the house. We ensure it has nothing that was not originally in it. Not even a grain of sand. One of our houses failed because we did not empty the baths. On something this complicated it seems more little things can go wrong. We needed to close the house for one very important reason. We had not tested if it would not kill a living thing. It was similar to the enchantments on the new crates, only slowing time not completely stopping it.
Justin brings a rabbit, and Isabel groans before I say, “We will release the rabbit once the experiment is completed.”
Isabel is not too happy about it, and I know she does not like using rabbits as food she prefers them as pets. However, a rabbit is a better test subject than an insect.
At the corners of the porch, Isabel and I placed our hands and spoke the command words that shrank the house. As a house begin to shrink, the rabbit froze as time began to slow for it. It shrinks along with the house. By the time, the house shrunk to its smallest point, Isabel and I knew it was going to be successful.
Isabel and I walk across the sand to the miniature house. Again, we place our hands and say the command words. For the test we wanted to do it would not matter if it was five minutes or five days, the rabbit merely had to survive. Once the house has fully expanded, the rabbit begins to hop around inside.
Isabel gently catches the creature, as she pets it brings it outside in the open meadow. She releases it back into the meadow. It is only a moment or two before it disappears from site. I rub my wife’s shoulder, Isabel and I are both rather exhausted despite all we have done today is test the house’s enchantment. The last ten days, we have created a keep from raw materials and furnished it, tons of raw materials. When we began this effort, we had no idea how much power it would consume. Isabel and I were exhausted every day. We could have made twenty carpets a day and not been as exhausted.
Justin and Selena smile at us, and Justin says, “I think you two deserve a break, the enchantment on the keep is going to be very difficult and may take an entire day to accomplish. After all is many times larger than this house. You need a few days’ rest.” Selena nods her head yes.
I have to agree with them, besides that the cupboards are getting very low. It would be a good time to go restock. We gather everyone, for the trip back to New Cowan. Shrink the house and loaded aboard the carpet. Isabel and I miss our son, and we noticed Michael spends a lot of time with his daughters. They miss Juliet, the girl’s mother, who we will bring on our return trip.
Isabel giggles in her mind, mentally she points out how Justin and Selena are holding hands. (Perhaps we are contagious.)
Communicating back with Isabel I think, (I hope so Justin deserves happiness.)
Justin chuckles aloud and says, “Julius and Isabel are matchmaking. I guess he forgot I could still hear his thoughts.” Selena giggles and pulls Justin into a kiss, when the two began to glow.
Ben laughs, “They are definitely contagious.” All our companions laugh along. We spend two weeks in New Cowan. It took Justin the first week there to get up the nerve to ask Selena to marry him. Because we were not in a great hurry, we spent a week preparing for their wedding. Isabel and I enchanted the wedding ring, much as we had for Ben and Ruth. Isabel provided the diamond, and I cut it for the maximum fire. It was a large raw diamond, and I created earrings, and a pendant necklace to match her ring from the same stone.
Dad actually stood with Justin on his wedding day. Selena was beautiful in her gown, and their wedding vows showed a slight difference in how the two felt about each other. Them being both more mature, their love was not the animalistic lust share when young.
It is wonderful to see the castle with so many lights coming from the windows. As couples, find love, joy, and the blessing of the goddess. Several windows around the city shine brightly most of the night as my companions have said it is contagious. If this were an illness we would worry an attempt to find a cure, instead we would rather spread it. It seems to be a cure for so many sorrows.
We took an extra week, and made a horse barn, and another house. They gave us a little more practice, and both seem to make it easier, the second house was easier than our first. Moreover, the barn was far easier than the houses. We feel the house with furniture, and I presented it to Michael and Juliet. In the house is a large master bedroom, with deep bathing pool, a room for each of his girls, study and workroom. There even is a third bedroom, kitchen and dining area. That way the girls would not have to be in the same house hearing three different couples.
Juliet was rather surprised, but even more so when we showed her how Michael and her could shrink the home, and bring it along with us to Fox.
Justin and Selena had created their own home in the time we stayed. They would bring it along with us back to Fox.
We tested the barn with a couple grasshoppers, before filling it with feed for the horses, tackle and saddles. We placed one of the older horses in the barn and tested it. After it shrink correctly, and retook its original size. The horse was unharmed by the process. We added another four older horses.
After getting enough food to restock our pantries and cupboards, we loaded the three houses and the barn on the carpet and left New Cowan early one morning just before dawn. When we did return to Fox, the keep was just as we had left it.
Jeremiah had suggested that we try first with horses, and we use several older horses that may not have a long life left. For their service, we would allow them to live their remaining days on Fox. The meadows and pastors here would provide them with enough food, the trees would provide them was shelter when needed.
In the meantime, Isabel and I would rest for a while gathering our strength and enjoying the time together. We had returned with Juliet and Little Patrick on this trip. Both Isabel and I missed our son and it would be nice to get away with him as well. To play with him as a normal child and to do so without guards present.
Little Patrick had been cooped up on the carpet, from this morning and it was now late in the afternoon. Our son did like watching the ground go by as we flew over the land. However, once we flew over the water he quickly tired of the unchanging scenery.
He curled up into Isabel’s lap and had slept for a long time. Perhaps that is why he had so much energy on our arrival. He loved watching the house expand from what looked to him like a toy.
For the first time in his life, he is allowed to do something most children take for granted. We took him for a walk in the open meadow. It did not take him very long to want to get down and we allowed him to run free. I had to chase him once he got too far away. We finally ended up by the stream tossing stones into the water to make splashes.
We came back for dinner and little Patrick climbed into my lap. He ate from my plate. By the end of dinner with the afternoons exertions, satisfied with his full belly little Patrick leaned his head against me and fell asleep.
Isabel and I had a small bed for him in our room. In the middle of the night, he crawls in to bed with us. Smiling he gives his Mommy a kiss, before going back to sleep. We hold our son in the glow that Isabel and I share. We will rest now for a few days. On the day of the full moon will begin the enchantment.
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Brooke pt 2.
Haha so I just got off of the phone with Brooke and I told her that I was writing our story about fucking her and her little sister and she was so turned on that I had to write these back to back.
Again, if you don’t like it, don’t tell me it sucked; tell me what I can do to make it better.
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Brooke and I both turned around and simultaneously said, “Oh fuck…..”
There, silhouetted in the doorway was Brooke’s almost 13 year old sister Sarah. Her mouth was parted in a confused gape, and both Brooke and I jumped from each other, and tried our best to cover our naked bodies, and my hard cock. Sarah entered the room and slowly shut the door behind her.
Sarah was (and still is) a physical specimen. At 12 years old, she was 5’3, 90 pounds, and had at least 34A tits. She was in reality Brookes Step sister, so she had inherited all of their mother’s good looks, but also was blessed with a very attractive father. Her brilliant green eyes were rimmed by sleep and she was wearing a XL t-shirt that barely covered her prepubescent mound. Much like her older step sister, I could tell that she would be the envy of her high school; long blonde hair, perfectly tanned legs, and her tits were perfect for her body. My mind was racing and objecting, but my dick was thinking differently. I wanted to fuck something, and she had rudely interrupted my chance.
She walked over to the bed and as she sat down, I tried to cover myself more, but in our throws of passion, Brooke and I had thrown all of the covers onto the floor.
“What are you guys doing? You know mom doesn’t want guys over after she goes to bed.”
Brooke answered her quickly and told her that we were wrestling, and to go to bed. I nodded in agreement, but I knew by Sarah’s face that she didn’t believe a word. “Wrestling….why are you naked, and why is his cock hard?”
Hearing that word uttered from her innocent mouth resurrected a primal stirring in my crotch. Both Brooke and I couldn’t answer this question, and our stutters of, “ummm… well…. Wrestling…. Ummm….” only furthered the inquisition.
“OH!” her face calmed with recognition, “You were having sex! I am so telling mom!”
She bounced off of the bed and instinctively I gripped her arm. My hand still slick with Brooke’s pussy juice easily slid off of her perfectly toned arm, and she said, “You don’t want me to tell? Ok then I want you to do something for me.” Brooke knew what was coming, as she had caught Sarah masturbating earlier that week, and said “Sarah…. No…. too young…” But Sarah ignored her feeble protest and began to disrobe. Her pink and white T-shirt hit the floor, and I sucked in a breath.
Before me stood a girl that was even more gorgeous than Brooke. Her nipples were already hard, and she had removed her panties before going to bed. Her perfectly hairless cunt was almost dripping, and she spoke with I new found confidence. “He looks like he likes it!” She turned around, and bent over. This act exposed her pink asshole and slightly spread her preteen pussy apart. In the midst of her show, I had uncovered my rock hard dick, and as she looked between her legs, she spotted my mast. “Oh my god! It’s bigger than Dads, that’s for sure.” As she turned back around and glued her eyes to my crotch, I glanced at Brooke, and her earlier horror had transformed into lust. Sarah spoke with the conviction that surprised me, “I want you to fuck me and Brooke, and make me cum, and I won’t tell mom.” Again, Brooke hesitated, but as Sarah bluffed to go to the door, Brooke spoke the first words since our interruption. “Wait, you have seen you Dad’s cock?”
“Oh, yeah. He made me suck it, and I have been fucking him for about a year now… But Zach is much bigger than him!” again, her eyes traced every line around my balls, and glued to my cock head. This admittance of her incestuous acts made my cock only throb harder.
“So, what will it be, are you going to fuck me hard or should I tell mom. Oh and she won’t believe you if you tell her about dad. She thinks I’m soooo innocent!” A giggle escaped her lips, and her body bounced.
I had long made up my decision, and I whispered to Brooke, “We don’t really have a choice. We have to do this, or I will never be able to come over again.” A look of desperation crossed Brookes face, while Sarah’s had only grown smugger. “He’s right… you have to or you are both in so much trouble.”
Finally after a few second of internal arguing, Brooke agreed and feebly uncovered her pussy.
As Brooke traced a finger around her lips to get her juices flowing, I took my chance with Sarah, and put her on her knees and she opened wide and took my cock in her silky orifice. I could tell by Sarah’s expert tongue movement, and the perfect swirling of my cock head in her little 12 year old mouth, that she in fact had been sucking and fucking her dad.
I pulled her up onto the bed, told Brooke to straddle my face, and Sarah to suck my cock. My dream had come true. I could taste Brookes musty scent as it proliferated my nostrils, and she ground her clit and pussy hard on my face while I tongue fucked her. Her tight hole was gripping my tongue every time she came down on my face, and she was writhing in pleasure. Meanwhile, Sarah was using her little mouth to suck my balls, shaft, and head seemingly simultaneously and I loved every lick. Just the thought of fucking a 12 year olds face was almost enough to make me cum.
Brooke and I were both making loud moans and grunts, and Sarah joined in with her throat fucking growls of “Aghhhghs! Uhhhmgs!” Popping my cock out of her mouth, she began to dictate the situation. “Brooke, get in doggie, Zach Fuck her ass, while I eat her pussy.” Again, hearing these words from a 12 year olds mouth was so hot, I had to comply.
Brooke got on her hands and knees, with her tight teen ass facing me, and taking 3 deep plunges in her cunt to get my pole greased for her shitter, I spit on her pink wrinkled entrance, and in one fell stroke, went balls deep into Brooke’s tight, tight ass. As my dick bottomed out, a cry came from her, and in an almost inhuman voice, she cried “ohhhhhhhhhhh, holy fucking shit! I can feel your balls slapping on my clit!” Fuck my shitter!” During this vocalization, Sarah had positioned herself in a psudo-69 position, so she could eat Brooke while I pounded away. Sliding my cock in and out of her ass, I realized that I loved fucking pussy, but Brooke’s ass was so tight and so good, that I would always love anal. As Sarah began to eat at Brooke, I could feel her warm breath on my nuts, and I sped up to time my strokes with Brookes thrusting back. As I began to feel her asshole tighten in her oncoming orgasm, I pumped in and out, in and out, in and out as fast as I could, and with one final push, both Brooke and I sighed “Ohhhh! Yes!” and fell over in orgasmic bliss. In her orgasm, her ass had tightened so much, that I was literally buried in her to the hilt until she relaxed enough to push me out.
The second her ass let me out, Sarah that whore was in Brookes ass trying to lick the cum from the inside, and ruining the picture perfect creampie. She sucked and licked, and while Brooke squirmed and shuddered from her after orgasm sensitivity, Sarah looked up at me and said with finality, “My turn now!”
“Sarah, I don’t think I can get hard again tonight…”
“Are you sure? I think Brooke and I can get you to change your mind.”
I pleaded for a break, and she allowed, ALLOWED, me to have a 5 minuet break for water and to piss.
When I reentered the room, both Brooke and Sarah were locked in a 69, glued to each others pussies, and the scent of sex, semen, and sweat was strong in the air. I sat down on the bed and enjoyed the show they were putting on. From my vantage point, I could see Brooke’s tongue snaking into her little sister’s tight pussy, tracing her clit, and snaking back in. The entire time, they were grinding and face fucking, I slowly stroked my cock, and soon it was back to full strength.
Almost immediately, Sarah’s juvenile face popped out and exclaimed “See! I told you we could get you hard again! Now how about you fuck me… Brooke almost got me to cum, but I need a mans cock to finish the job.”
The only word that came to my mind were ‘Damn, this little girl knows her fucking’, but instead, I replied “Ok…Then come and get your cock.”
She scrambled onto me, and Brooke headed for the shower. “I think I will leave you guys alone, I need to give myself an anal douche anyways…have fun”
After the door shut, Sarah climbed on top of my body, and slowly, sunk my cock into her. “Damn you are tight girl!”
“I Know, my daddy’s cock is way smaller than yours, I think he is only like 5 inches”
Mean while, she had gotten halfway onto me, and I was slowly thrusting up into her. I can’t possibly explain how amazing this girl’s pussy felt. She didn’t have her hymen, but it was tighter than any virgin I had ever fucked! I could feel every millimeter of her soaking walls run past my sensitive cock, and in turn, she was stretched beyond her limit. “Aye! Oh fuck, its soooo big, o wow ow! Oooooo!” Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she had all 7inches into her, and she began to slowly ascend, about an inch, and lower herself down. Up, then down, up then down. She gradually worked her way up to almost taking my cock from her, and crashing back onto me. Each time she came down, she let out a long moan and said “Ohhhhh….. fuck….” I couldn’t take this slow fucking any more. I sat her up on hands and knees, and shoved my cock into her roughly. ‘AHHH!” she cried as my dick impaled her, over and over again, faster and faster. I could feel her little preteen pussy juice coating the inside of her legs, my cock and balls, and running down my sack. She began to spasm, and was shrieking “IM CUMMING!!! FUCK!” and I literally couldn’t move my cock while she came, because she was so tight. Finally, after her first orgasm subsided, I began my brutal attack again, and soon I was churning a hot load of cum in my balls, ready to explode. I tried to warn her, but my voice caught in my throat and instead I grabbed her hips as hard as I could, thrust in and blew at least 6 shots of full, heavy load into her pussy. I didn’t even know I had that much cum left, but I somehow found my reserves for this 12 year old bitch. As my cock shrank, and I popped out of her, we laid there for a good 10 minuets and caressed each other’s skin. By now, Brooke was back in the room, and was dressing herself. I looked at my watch and realized that I was supposed to be home 3 hours earlier. “Fuck!” I said out load and as I ran out of Brooke’s house with my clothes in hand, I gave both her and Sarah a goodnight kiss, and as the door was shutting Sarah called out after me “Come back soon! I don’t want to have to tell my mom about you and Brooke.” So the little slut wanted to play that game. I decided that the next time I saw her; I would fuck her till she couldn’t talk….
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A horny mom awakens late at night with some frustration to vent.
My name is Gianna. I’m a 28 year old public relations agent from California and recently became extremely successful. I decided to move from my two-bedroom condo to an upscale house in Beverly Hills, and plans to sell my current digs just went underway yesterday. I agreed to meet my new real estate agent at my place after work this today. I was worried I would run late, so I handed the attractive older woman a copy of my key and told her if she arrived there before me she was welcome to have a look around. When I pulled into my driveway the next day around five o’clock there was already a new-model white Mustang parked in the street. It didn’t surprise me that she beat me there since I told her I would meet her at four, but what did catch me off guard was the type of car she apparently drove. A white Mustang seemed a little, well, young for this woman. But I shrugged it off, not thinking too much about it since after all, this is Cali, baby.
I got to my front door and realized it had been left unlocked. I inwardly frowned at that, but it seemed there was no harm done. Upon entering, I immediately regretted giving this woman a key.
My living room was a disaster. A bag of potato chips had been left open on the coffee table, surrounded by crumbs that had managed to get on the floor and couch as well, and my dog had his tongue in a bowl of french onion dip that sat beside it. Also on my antique wooden coffee table was a half-empty glass creating a ring due to the lack of a coaster, a stack of which was right next to it. The television was left on and some raunchy hip-hop video flashed across the screen. A large silver purse lay on its side on the floor, makeup and miscellaneous items spilling out of it. In the middle of the room sat a pair of expensive Manolo Blahnik heels that had just been carelessly tossed there. Then I smelled alcohol. I grabbed the glass and held it up to my nose. That bitch was drinking my expensive liquor, and she had the nerve to mix it with a neon orange energy drink.
I glared at the scene, fighting hard not to yell. She had seemed like such a mild-mannered, considerate lady and here she was treating my home like she was some teenager who’s parents were away for the weekend. I shut off the TV, pulled the bowl of dip away from the dog and brought it along with the bag of chips into the kitchen where I left them on the counter. Next I noticed the ketchup-spattered plate and bowl full of half-eaten cereal in the sink. Was this chick stoned? It seemed she had eaten her way through my house. I turned and stomped down the hall off the kitchen and began to follow the sound of water running. Oh no, she wasn’t seriously using my shower too, was she?
Yes she was, I learned as I walked through my bedroom to the master bathroom, the door of which had been left wide open, and saw the outline of a petite blonde through the clear glass shower door. I became confused. My real estate agent was certainly not a petite blonde. Then it dawned on me. This was her assistant in my shower.
I had met Ashlie briefly the day before. She was young, probably in her early twenties, and had just started the job. I remembered being quite attracted to her – she was just my type. Blonde, about 5’5, with a petite frame, a firm ass, and perky B cup breasts. She wore tight clothes that showcased it all and I really had to get a firm grip on my reins to not hit on her. If we weren’t in a professional business situation I would have pounced. And when I pounce, no one puts up a fight. Pardon me if I sound conceited, but I’m hot.
Maybe it’s just luck that I ended up being a tall, slender Italian babe, but I work it to perfection. I have long, sleek black hair, and I tan lightly to keep my olive skin tone even. I work out specifically to keep my ass firm and tight, and I have small but shapely breasts and long legs. Nobody says no to me.
Now what was she thinking doing this to my place? Why the hell was she here alone? And did she have any idea what I had in store for her?
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe as I glared at Ashlie. She seemed to be enjoying my massaging showerhead. I cleared my throat and her head snapped up, looking at me through the glass like a deer in headlights. “Hello, Ashlie,” I said in a smooth, caramel tone.
“Um…oh my gawd, Gianna, I’m kind of naked right now,” was her reply.
That was the last straw. I marched over to that shower, my heels tapping angrily on the tile as I went, whipped the door open and slapped that little bitch right across the face. She stared up at me in horror and I slapped her again.
“Stop that!” she cried.
“Why should I?” I yelled. “Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my house and fucking it up like you have? What gives you the right to just make yourself at home, huh? You may live in a pigsty, but you don’t live HERE, toots. Now you fucking explain this to me right now!”
Ashlie’s expression changed to a pout. “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Gianna,” she began in the sweetest of tones, obviously about to try to charm herself out of trouble. “I was waiting with my boss and she had to leave for a family emergency. I got so bored that I just started looking for things to do…”
“Shut off the water,” I said, cutting her off.
“But…” she began.
“NOW,” I retorted firmly.
She did as I said and as soon as it was done I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to mine. I spat words in a venomous tone, “You are going to learn to treat other people’s property with respect.”
And with that, I yanked the sopping wet girl out of the shower and pulled her over to the sink.
“Bend over the sink,” I demanded, and she obeyed, whimpering slightly.
“Stop your whining, bitch,” I said, punctuating the last word with a swift, hard SMACK! on her right ass cheek. She cried out.
“Shut it! You’re not to make a peep, understand?” I gripped her hair tighter and pulled her head up to look at me. She nodded, and I continued with another SMACK! on her left cheek. She bit her lower lip to keep from yelping and I spanked her once more on each cheek. Then, using my fistful of her blonde locks to steer her, I turned her around to face me.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered.
She shook her head quickly, tears spilling out of her eyes.
“Stop your fucking crying and do as I say or you’ll really be sorry!”
Then she opened her legs a little.
“More!” I yelled.
She spread them more.
“Good girl,” I said with a smirk as I placed my hand over her hairless cunt. She whimpered as I rubbed it, then slid a finger between her pussy lips. She was fucking wet! And not because she’d been in the shower!
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you little slut?” I asked, my face so close to hers I could smell her cotton candy lip gloss. She just stared at me with that deer in headlights look and I suddenly found myself extremely turned on. I loved to dominate and this little bitch deserved it.
“Get down on your knees,” I told her, letting go of her hair, and she immediately obeyed. “Now spread your legs and finger your pussy while you watch me undress.”
I stepped back and her hand went between her legs. Kneeling there on the floor, she gazed at me in awe as she rubbed her clit with her middle finger. I pulled off my ivory blazer and matching pants. I unbuttoned my green silk blouse and let it slide off my arms. Then I stood there in only black lace lingerie and gold heels. “Crawl over here and take my panties off,” I told her.
Quickly she scurried over on hands and knees and stopped in front of me. I turned around so my ass was right in her face and she gently grasped the strings holding my thong together and tugged it down until it pooled around my feet. I kicked it away and bent over. “Lick my pussy,” I demanded.
Again she obeyed, sticking her tongue right up into the folds of my smooth vagina. I moaned and reached back, grabbed the back of her head, and shoved her face into it. She moaned too. This hot little bitch loved it!
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I yanked her head back. “Now you’re going to lick my asshole.” I shoved her head into my luscious ass and again she began to lick away like it was her favorite thing in the world. Hell, maybe it was.
I made her eat out my ass for a good ten minutes before I told her to get up, go to the toilet, and bend herself over it, putting her ass in the air. I watched her do this, then went into my bedroom, and pulled out the shoe box of sex toys I kept hidden under my bed. I opened it and pulled out the strap-on and bottle of lube, then went back to the bathroom. Ashlie’s eyes widened when she saw the thick pink dildo strapped around my hips.
I walked over to her, standing beside her so the cock was right in front of her face. Then I squirted lube in my hand and she watched as I rubbed it all over the rubber dong. She licked her lips as it bounced in front of her face. “You want to suck it?” I asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Too bad,” I said with a smirk.
I moved behind her and dribbled the cold lube between her ass cheeks. She shivered slightly, then I dropped the bottle to the floor. As I rubbed the lube into her hole, I realized it wasn’t quite as tight and puckered as assholes usually are. I raised a brow. “Ashlie, did someone already fuck you in the ass today?”
She nodded.
“Who?” I asked.
“Mrs. Reed,” she replied.
“Mrs. Reed? Your boss?” I asked her, incredulousness tainting my voice. “You kinky little bitch!”
Then she giggled. I spanked her hard on the ass and made her yelp. “I didn’t give you permission to laugh.”
“I’m sorry, Gianna,” she said in a pathetic whiney tone.
“Shut up,” I said, and rammed the big rubber cock up her ass, making her scream.
I pounded her until her screams became moans and fuck yeahs. Then I stopped suddenly and let the cock slide out of her ass. “Turn around and sit on the toilet,” I said.
As soon as she sat, I gave her a slap across the face. “You’re going to suck this dick.”
Without missing a beat, she had my dong in her mouth and bobbed her head on it like a pro. I grabbed her by the hair and helped her shove it down her throat until she pulled back and violently gasped for air, a string of saliva following.
Still holding her hair, I stepped back and pulled her off the toilet and onto the floor. I pulled off the strap-on and shoved her face between my legs. “Eat me until I cum.”
And eat me she did. That girl’s got quite a talented tongue on her. She really went for it. I was up against the sink with her head wedged between my thighs and her tongue darting all over my pussy for only a few minutes before I came and my girl juice spattered all over her mouth and chin. After that, she pulled away, gasping, and I gave her another slap.
“Are you ever going to disrespect someone like that again, Ashlie?”
She shook her head. “No, Miss Gianna. I promise.”
“Good. Now get up and bend over for me one last time.”
She did as I said, leaning forward to grab her ankles. Grabbing her left hip with one hand, I used the other to spank her repeatedly until her ass was bright red. When I was finished, I dismissed her.
“Clean up your mess, leave the key on the kitchen table, and don’t say another word to me. Tell your boss I’ll be using another agency.”
Ashlie nodded and stood up. She began to clean as I hopped in the shower and by the time I was out, my place was sparkling. She even put away the strap-on and made sure the door was locked before she left.
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I flapped my wings, flying higher and higher. I suddenly stopped my ascent and just began to soar. I loved flying. I loved the feeling of the wind of my wings, splitting at my head and rolling over me all the way down to my tail. The sun, now so much closer shinning on my back always felt amazing.
I brought my wings in and began a dive, corkscrewing through the air. Dives are my favorite. I continued to fall, my speed and excitement growing. I let out a loud road that echoed around the mountains that were my home.
I had been living here for the two and a half years since I was turned into a dragon. I still see Emeral from time to time, but not as often as before. Once the mania at my old home had calmed down she went back to her cave just north of it. I continued to live in the cave where she turned me into a dragon. Dragons never live together, for several reasons. For one, nowhere can the land support two dragons. For another, dragons are primarily solitary creatures. That works for me; I prefer to be by myself most of the time. Although I do wish she would stop by soon, I have not seen her in a while. We both agreed that I should never visit her, the people where I live are terrified of dragons and if they knew one lived just north of them they would freak out and attack her, even though she means them no harm, and they are more likely to find out if she keeps having visitors.
I live in a mountain range that stretches north to south on the western end of the continent. The southern end of the range boarders the ocean. The water there is pure blue and warm, cold never bothers me anymore, since I became a dragon, but warmth makes me feel so alive. I will often go for a swim and not come back all day. I can not breathe under water but I can hold my breath for days. I have never reached the max of my ability because I have had to eat and drink first.
I continued my dive until I had but a few meters left before I hit a shallow river. I spread my wings pulling out of the dive, my claws brushing the surface of the river. I continued to follow the river flying south. It turned right and I did, dipping my right wing into the river.
The mountains on either side of me began to get closer together the more I followed the river soon there would not be enough room for my wings. I began to flap my wings to get higher and higher. But the mountains were getting too close. I had mere centimeters on either side of my wings. I knew that I would not be able to keep my wings open much longer, and when I had to close them I would begin to fall towards the river below me. I continued to flap, rising higher and higher, and then at the last possible second I closed my wings.
I continued rising for a few seconds then began to fall. I kept my body ridged and began to spin. I fell like a spear. I kept my body perfectly strait as I fell closer and closer to the water below. I had only 50, 40, 30 meters left. The mountains were continuing to close in on me. They were becoming closer and closer to my sides. It as unclear what would happen first, that I would collide with the water or the mountain.
Then with less than five meter from the water and the mountains I broke free of the mountains and fell into the ocean below. I swam further and further down till I reached the ocean floor. I landed there on my feet and looked up. I was so deep that even with my improved vision and the clear water, I could make out little of the light above me. I then pushed up and swam as fast as I could towards the surface. Breaking it with a roar, I flapped as I hard as I could to gain altitude. I angled myself towards my cave, and flying over the mountains, flew home.
In less than ten minutes I landed on the main entrance of my cave, stretched out in the sun and lay down. “What, no hello for an old friend?” Said a female voice in my head
Surprised I looked up. “Emeral, I did not see you.” I got up and walked toward her. “It is so nice to see you. It has been to long, I had begun to think you had forgotten about me.”
She laughed. “Oh Jack you are still so human, no I could never forget you. No it was just that things were very busy around the city. The king and visited and security was increased 10 fold, there were powerful magicians everywhere, far more powerful then those native to your town. If I had flown to long they would have sensed it and I would have been found out.” Dragons flew not just from their wings but from magic, every time they flap they send out a little bit of magic that helps keep us up. “If I had flown for too long I would have built up too much magic around me and the magicians would have sensed. I had enough trouble getting enough food let alone leaving to visit you.”
“You know next time that happens you could leave beforehand and stayed here for as long as he is there, I would prefer it, the king’s xenophobic nature is worst than anyone else and you could not possibly get away from his sorcerers.”
“I would have if I had known, since you left I never know what is going on in the city.” She leaned in a kissed me. “Enough talk for now it has been too long.”
I kissed her back. We stood there kissing for several moments. She then broke the kiss and lowered her head to my now erected 1 meter cock. She kissed the tip of it. Then she let her tongue slip and licked my piss whole. I growled my pleasure. She then began to wrap he tongue around my cock as much as she could. However it barely covered 50 cm. “Oh Emeral, I remember back when I was human you were able to completely cover my cock with you tongue.”
She growled her displeasure that I dare question her ability. “Ok let me see you do better.” I hesitated for a moment, thinking it was weird to suck my own cock. Dragons are not as strict in their sexual preferences as humans (a trait I inherited) but I had still never been with a male. I had never been with anyone but Emeral. “Oh Jack what is it, afraid you won’t be able to do any better?”
“No way” I lowered my head down to my own cock and started wrapping my tongue around it. “Sit back so I can see.” Emeral demanded. I did as she asked, sitting on my but and lifting my tail behind me (a position I don’t usually use) my cock sticking strait out into the air.
I began to wrap my tongue around my cock. Although I had never done this before I had a much longer tongue then Emeral and managed to get over 60 cm covered. It was an interesting sensation, my tongue felt different than Emeral’s. It felt really good. I began to rub my tongue against it.
Emeral, mad decided to hit me with her tail knocking me to the ground. I let out a small roar of pain and let go of my cock. “What did you do that for?”
“Nobody likes a showoff.”
“Still you did not have to hit me so hard.”
“Wimp”
“Oh I am a wimp huh?”
“Yep, what are you going to do about it?”
I leapt at her spreading my out my legs to pin her legs and wings. However before I had finished her hind legs heaved shoving me over her. Her fore legs grabbed mine and she flipped on top of me. “You may have a bigger body but I have the experience over you. “
“Experience huh, prove it.” I then leaned up and kissed her. The last few minutes now completely forgotten she kissed me back. While still on top of me she lowered her head back down to my cock. “You may be able to rap it around more but I bet you cannot do this.” She then began to deep throat me, deeper then she had ever gone before. Her muzzle was touching my pelvis. She began to create a sucking sensation in her mouth around my cock. I let out another growl. She rapped her tongue around my cock again. I loved it when she gave me blowjobs.
I lowered my long body over her and stretching my long neck as far as I could and got all the way around her back to her nice, already wet pussy. I licked it; I loved the taste of her. I licked it again. Emeral began to growl now. I lowered my muzzle down to it and gave it a kiss, then without lifting my head I sent my tongue out again right into her pussy. I extended my tongue all the way into her pussy until it could not go anymore then doubled back until my fork tipped tongue was sticking out of her pussy. I then began to create as much distance between the two halves of my tongue as possible pushing up against her pussy walls. When I could not push anymore I brought the two halves of my tongue back together then back out.
Emeral let out a roar of pleasure. “Oh Jack, Jack…Jack! That feels so good” I continued to do that for several minutes. “Oh Ja…ack. Oh…Jack…I’m cum…ing.” I shoved all of my tongue into her and expanded as mush as I could. “Ah…ah…Ahhhhhhhh” Large amount of her juices started flowing out of her. I filled my mouth with as much as I could (which is no small amount) and swallowed the rest.
During her orgasm she had let go of my cock but she went right back to her administrations. She began to deep throat me but this time instead of rapping my cock with her tongue she let it slip of her mouth and lick my asshole. My growling which stopped when she let go of my cock started up again, creating bubbles in her cum juices that were still in my mouth.
I lowered my head to her back and let a little of her juice squirt out of my mouth and onto her back in a thin line one and a half meters in length right down the middle of her back. I did this two more times on either side of this line parallel to it. I then did several more lines going perpendicular to these lines. Then making sure not to let any more of her juices slip out I stuck several centimeters of my tongue out of my mouth and began to use it to spread her juices on her back.
Her back was shining with a nice sheen from her juices when Emeral decided to stick her tongue into my hole. My growling got louder. She began to pump her tongue in and out of me while continuing to suck on my cock. I lowered my head down to her ass and put my mouth against her asshole. I pursed my lips and shot some of her juices into it. “Oh Jack, that feels amazing. Don’t stop.” I pursed my lips even more increasing the pressure of the flow even more. I continued to spit her juices into her ass for almost ten minutes. As I did that she continued to pump her tongue into my asshole. As every second passed I got closer to cumming but I did not want to yet so I held it in as hard as I could.
Eventually I could not take it anymore. I squirted the last of her juices into her, splashing a lot onto her ass and pulled my cock out of her mouth. “Not yet Emeral” She looked at me evilly, but pulled out her tongue.
I walked around her and got on her back aligning my cock with her pussy. But I did not put it in just yet; I just held it there, the tip of my cock resting on the entrance of her pussy. I had my forelegs on her shoulders not touching her back.
“Oh Jack please.” I smiled evilly at her and began to rub my cock up and down against her pussy. “Jack you are so cruel please I need your cock in me.” I continued to rub for a few more seconds then quickly and without warning shoved my cock into her. I then lowered my fore arms to the ground so my chest was lying on her back. I began to pump my cock in and out rubbing my chest against her lubricated back.
I was already so close that it did not take me long to reach my climax. I came into Emeral several times. It lasted for over thirty minutes. The feeling of my cumming in her pushed Emeral over the edge and she had her second orgasm. We let out simultaneous roars of pleasure.
After we finished I pulled out of her and we lay down, I wrapped myself around her and slept.
Dragons are not monogamous. We do not have the same relationships that humans do. We will have multiple sex partners at once. I know for a fact that Emeral slept with another female dragon named Ainagi a few times in the last few years. I personally have not even met another dragon.
The next mourning the two of us flew together for a while then a little after noon she left for her own cave. I decided I needed to go hunting. A few hours later I was eating a couple of mountain goats reliving last night’s excitement. Just thinking about it made me get hard. I looked down at my lengthening cock. I let out a sigh and got up, thinking that I would go for a swim.
I leapt into the air and used an updraft to rise above the mountains heading south. I coasted most of the way there. When I cleared the mountains I dove down into the water as deep as I could.
I found a hot water jet at the bottom and lay in the hot water for a while. I looked up, although still at the bottom of the ocean I was not as far from the surface as I was last time because a mountain was growing here, and saw a full moon shinning down into the water. The moon was closer than usual, a giant white or just floating there in the ski.
I just lay there for about ten minutes watching the moon when there was a large splash right above me and a large shadow passed over me from whatever it was that made the splash passing over me blocking the moonlight.
It was about 5 meters in length, had a long tail and bat-like wings on either side. It was a dragon. At first I thought it was Emeral, but when it passed through the moonlight again I saw that its scales were a deep reddish color.
I froze; I had never met another dragon and did not know how to respond to it. The other dragon continued to swim around for a few minutes until it spotted me. “Well are you going to just sit there or are you going to join me.” The voice was definitely female. Without knowing what else to do I kicked off and began to swim up to meet her.
When I got there she began to swim around me. I began to swim around her countering all of her moves in a sort of underwater dance. The other dragon was amazing. She performed moves flawlessly that I had never dreamt of. Our dance continued for hours, until the moon went down behind a mountain.
The other dragon stopped, flapping her wings slowly to prevent sinking. “Follow me.” The other dragon said to me. She turned and began to swim just south of the growing mountain that I was laying on earlier. There was a drop off at that point and she swam right into it. I hesitated for a moment. I had never been that deep, but then I though that I would always be able to just swim back up I am no where near out of air. So I dived down right after her.
The water began to grow darker and darker. I could no longer see the moon behind more or the other dragon ahead of me. I did not know where I was going and I began to feel nervous. I could crash right into the bottom of the ocean and I would have no warning. So I began to slow my decent. Then I began to make a faint light at a few hundred meters down. I started to head toward the light.
The light came from a cave entrance. I swam into the cave. The cave angled upward and I continued to swim through the cave. Then all of a sudden the water ended and the cave leveled out. I climbed out onto the dry, solid ground and took a deep breath. The other dragon was standing there looking at me. I looked at her. My earlier estimate of about 5 meters seemed to be accurate. She was a deep ruby red. She had a stouter muzzle then Emeral and smaller ears to match. She was much thinner than Emeral too; she looked more like a giant snake with legs and wings then a dragon.
“I am sorry I did not know any other dragon lived here. I am Lenicha, what is your name?” She asked me.
“It is not a problem. I am Jack, nice to meet you. How long have you been here?”
“I have only arrived yesterday but I used to live here a few years ago. Well it is nice to meet you Jack.” She gave a small laugh when she heard my name. I looked at her questioningly. “Well it is not a usual dragon name. It sounds more like a human name.”
“Well that is because I used to be a human.”
“Really now that is interesting, how did this come about?”
“A dragon named Emeral turned me into one.”
“Ah the old powers, well I hope she knew what she was doing, we have had a lot of problems with humans that turned into dragons.”
“Most began to war with the humans and take their land and gold, killing and burning wherever they go.”
“Oh I do not want anything like that; I just want to be left alone.”
“Humph, just be warned, as a rule we dragons are not a unified bunch but if anyone of us starts to harm any sentient being we will unite against them to stop them.”
“I am forewarned.”
“Very well I am sorry to have bothered you; I will be out of here in a few days.”
Still feeling a little horny from earlier that evening I became a little more daring then I would normally be. I said, “Well there is not reason why we can not have any fun before you leave.”
She gave me the evil smile Emeral usually used just before sex. “Well aren’t you the bold one. I don’t know, have you ever had sex with a dragon other then with that other dragon, Emeral you said her name was.”
“Well no, but I bet, if you are as good as you dance that you would be an amazing teacher.”
She let out a loud laugh. Oh you do, do you. I am better but what make you think I would be willing to teach you anyway.
“Well you will be well paid for it.”
“Oh I will, will I? Prove it.”
“OK.” I lowered my head to hers and kissed her. I broke it after a few seconds. “Is that enough proof for you?”
She gave me another of her evil smiles. “I don’t know, I pretty skeptic, I think I need a little more convincing. It was my turn to laugh but I lowered my head and began to kiss her again. She let my tongue into her mouth and I let her tongue into my mouth. At the divide of our mouths she wrapped her tongue around mine and continued into my mouth. I let my tongue explore the inside of her mouth.
She was definitely very experienced. She was doing things that neither Emeral nor I thought of. And her very actions were instructive. They left no doubt what she wanted me to do next and this was just a kiss.
Our kiss felt like it went on for ever, although it could not have been more than ten minutes. I did not want it to end but at the same time I wanted her to proceed because if she is this good at kissing then I wanted to feel the sensations she will cause me to feel in sex. She eventually broke our kiss and my body, seemingly moving of its own accord moved forward to try not to break the kiss.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes it was amazing.”
“That was nothing. Just wait.”
She opened her mouth made as if to bite me. She put a little pressure against my scales at my neck with her teeth but not enough to pierce them or even to cause pain. She wrapped her tongue around my neck and began to lather my neck in her saliva. After she had completely covered my neck she began no move her head down along my torso.
She continued down my torso using her tongue to moisten as much of my front as her incredible long tongue could reach. As I watched her I was amazed at how long her tongue really was, it is longer than mine, I though. As if reading my thoughts Lenicha said, “Yes my tongue is my special trait, it is longer than any other dragon’s I have met.”
When she got down to my already fully erect cock she began to wrap her tongue around it just as Emeral had done. However unlike Emeral or even me she was able to completely cover my cock with her tongue, from the very tip to the base. She even had enough tongue left over to play with my balls with her forked tongue. She began to constrict my cock a little bit with her tongue and then loosen it. She repeated this over and over again which sent a wave of new sensations over me. I had had sex with Emeral plenty of times but she was never able to make me feel this good.
She stopped playing with my balls; dismayed but the sudden lack of pleasure there I looked down and saw her tongue working its way behind me. Then I felt her warm tongue against my hole. She began to lick around my moistening it. The probed my hole with one of the two forks on her tongue. I was surprised how far it went it, is felt about 6 cm to me. She then had the other fork of her tongue continue to swirl around the outside of my hole. I began to growl in the pleasure of it again. The combination of sensations felt so good, I almost came but I held it in because I did not want it to end yet.
She continued her administration for another ten minutes, at which time she removed her tongue from my ass. I moaned my displeasure until she started to massage my balls with her tongue again. But then I felt something I was not expecting. The tip of her tail was resting at the entrance of my asshole. She began to gently push it in. I felt a little pain but not too much. However the longer she did it the more pain was replaced by pleasure. Then eventually I felt her tail slide into the hole.
Now I had had Emeral’s tongue in my hole before but never anything so large. At first pain shot through me like I couldn’t believe but then it quickly died down and was replaced but a strong feeling of pleasure. She began to pump her tail in and out of my ass, all the while continuing her ministrations on my cock. She began to pump her tail in and out of me faster and faster. My growls quickly were becoming roars of pleasure. I could not take it anymore I had to cum.
Sensing this Lenicha removed her head from my cock but continued to thrust her tail in and out of me. Even without her blowjob I still came a few seconds later, blowing my load all over her head, neck and torso. And this was no small amount; this was one of my largest orgasms ever. Her naturally red scales were nearly completely covered in white on the upper half of her body.
She lowered her head to her torso and licked some of the cum off her and swallowed it.
“Um you taste good. Your turn, you made this mess now clean it up.”
Smiling at her I lowered my head to her torso and began to clean her scales of my cum. As I licked my cum off of her body I kept it in my mouth and when it was full I would life my head up to meet hers and give her a deep kiss sharing my cum with her. When my mouth was empty I would lower myself back down to my remaining cum on her body and start licking it up again.
When I got to her neck I decided to try on her what she did on me and gave her a light bight on her neck while gathering up my cum from her neck. She began to growl in pleasure. Wanting her to experience as much pleasure and she had generated for me as I was cleaning her I brought my tail around to meet her pussy and in one quick sharp motion I shoved my tail inside of it.
Lenicha was so surprised by it that she let out a great roar. Once I got my tail in as far as it would go I quickly pulled it almost out then pushed it in again. I began to pump my tail in and out of her as fast as it would go and soon her roar turned into one of pleasure instead of one of surprise.
As I continued to clean her of my cum I got to her face which was nearly completely covered in my juice. As I began to clean her face her tongue came up to meet mine and danced around it while I licked up the cum. I got a long line of cum onto my tongue and placed it cum side down onto her tongue. The taste of my tongue mixed with her saliva was amazing.
Lenicha, using her considerably longer tongue, licked a huge patch of my cum from the thickest concentration of it left on her face and rapped her tongue around my sharing the flavor. I pulled her tongue into my mouth with my own tongue and we began another deep kiss.
Our kiss was suddenly broken however when Lenicha let out her loudest roar yet, I felt her vaginal muscles tighten on my tail. I knew she was cuming. I was surprised, I knew she was enjoying it but I had no idea that she was even getting close.
“Oh Jack that was amazing, I was not expecting that one.”
“Neither was I.” I admitted
“Hum, seems we have a natural here, maybe I will get something out of teaching you after all.”
“What do you still need convincing?”
She smiled her evil smile at me. “Have you ever tried anal?”
“Nothing but what you did not me earlier with your tale.”
“No I mean have you ever given someone anal with you cock?”
“No I admitted.” It was actually surprising where my home town was not the most open about sex there were a few positions one had to try, that everyone knew about, once you were sexually active, anal being one of them. I was surprised I had never thought to do that with Emeral.
“Well then wanna try?” If possible her smile got a little more evil looking.
I smiled back at her and without saying anything I pulled my tale from her pussy and got and her and lined my newly re-erect cock up with her asshole. I tried to push it in but found that it was too tight.
“No you have to loosen it first, try using your tongue.”
I nodded at her and lowered my head to her hole and stuck my tongue out in a brief flick tasting her hole. I had done this a few times for Emeral and was always surprised that it was not as bad as I would have expected. I began to circle my tongue around her hole just and Lenicha had done to me. Then I stuck one of my forks on my tongue quickly into her.
Lenicha roared in pain. “Slower than that, you have to give it a chance to loosen up.” I nodded and tried putting my tongue into her and but this time much slower. It worked, instead of a roar of pain I heard growls of pleasure coming from Lenicha. I stuck the second fork into her and got an increase in her growling.
First few centimeters of my tongue were now fully incased in her asshole.
I began pumping my tongue in and out of her asshole, gaining speed and depth with each pump. Lenicha’s growls were quickly becoming roars.
“Oh…O…Ja…ack… Please I need yo…our cock in me…Oh Please…Jack.”
Smiling I stopped my pumping but with my tongue nearly 50 cm into her ass and slowly began to remove it. Lenicha moaned in anticipation.
“Oh Jack, why do you toy with me so?”
I didn’t answer. I only slowed down my removal of my tongue. Lenicha let out a roar of anger and pleasure. “Oh please Jack, I need your large cock in me now.”
I didn’t do anything about my tongue however I did bring my tail around and begin to rub it against her pussy. This did not help her mood any, she was now so horny and I refused to give her what she wanted. She leaned her head down to where my tongue was entering her asshole and wrapped her tongue around it and yanked it out of her ass.
“Now no more game and fuck me up the ass.”
I aligned my cock with her asshole as I did before but this time felt that it was much looser and ready for my cock. I bushed it in and at the same time had my tail, which was still rubbing her pussy, end her as well.
We both let out loud roars of pleasure, her from being doubly penetrated, and me from this new experience of giving someone anal. Despite all that I did to loosen her up it was still very tight on me. I began to pump very slowly in and out of her ass with my cock while my tail was once again pumping in and out of her at full speed. However the longer I went the faster I became.
I began to feel pressure on my asshole as I did earlier. I looked back and saw that Emeral was working her tail into me again. I looked at her and saw she was smiling at me. I smiled back and leaned in to kiss her. We stood there kissing for several minutes; Me, pumping my cock in and out of her ass and my tail in and out of her pussy, while she was pumper her tail into my ass. This was all getting too much. I was so close to cuming but I fought it with all my strength. I did not want to cum so soon and end this experience.
I knew I was so close. Then, when I pushed both my cock and my tail as far into her as possible, Lenicha let out a huge roar and I heard her project, “Oh Jack…I’m Cuming.” Then I felt her clench down on my tail and cock. This was just too much, I let load my second load of the evening and surprisingly it wasn’t any smaller than the last one, if anything it was bigger. Together we came for over 45 minutes, me filling her ass so full of my cum that it spilt out around my cock and got my entire pelvic region covered in my own cum.
When finally I we finished cuming I pulled my cock out of her (leaving my tail in) and lay down next to her. She kissed me again. Then she looked down to where I was covered in my own cum.
“You know I did it for you, it is the least you could do.”
“Trust me I would have done it anyway.”
She lowered her head and began cleaning me up just as I had cleaned her up, right down to kissing me and sharing my own juices with me.
By the time she had finished I was hard again and ready for some action.
“Well aren’t you the resilient one?”
She continued to suck on my cock. I, not wanting to be left out, removed my tail from her pussy and inserted my tongue in its place. I re-adjusted my body so my head was closer to her pussy and my cock was closer to her head.
I folded my tongue back over itself as I did with Emeral those long years ago and began to pump in and out as hard as I could. Her juices were already beginning to flow. I was lapping them up as best as I could but a lot still got around my and spilled out onto my face, neck and upper torso. I began to separate the two sides of my tongue pushing not just the back wall but also the side walls of her pussy. Every time I pulled my tongue back I would slap the two halves of my tongue together, splashing more of her juices over me.
At the same time Lenicha was had her tongue wrapped around my cock but in the opposite direction as before. She had the beginning of her tongue wrapped around my balls, gently squeezing them, and continued up the length of my cock so the tip of her forked tongue was near the tip. She then proceeded to insert of the forks into my piss hole. I was surprised it would fit, but the tips of her forked tongue easily fit into it. However she did not get far in before she had to stop only about a centimeter. But leaving it in there she swirled the other around the top of my cock, causing the part that was in my cock to swivel around. It felt amazing. I began to feel my balls began to tighten, but I fought it. I was not ready to cum. But I knew it would not be too much longer.
I began to massage the outside of her pussy with my claws. I could tell, from her breathing and the how much she was growling that she was close to cuming, and I knew she knew that I was also close but we were both determined not to be the first one to cum.
Lenicha grabbed my cock around her tongue and began to jack it off. With the extra pressure on it and the increased movement of her tongue against my cock made me almost cum right off the bat but I managed to get control of myself.
In return I inserted my left claw up to my wrist, without retracting my tongue. It then began to open and close my hand, rubbing my fingers all over her pussy. I then began to push my arm further and further into her, all though I did not get much more than a few centimeters pass my wrist. However that seemed to be working, her breathing quickened significantly and more juices cam flowing out of her, but she was not cuming yet. I growled in frustration.
Lenicha laughed. “You are not going to get me so easily.”
“Yah well me neither.” I said, pointing to her hand and tongue around my cock, although sounding a lot more sure than I felt.
“OK then.” She then opened her mouth all the way and covered my cock so that her nose was touching my pelvis. She then produced enough saliva to cover my cock. Letting it sit there for a minute she then began to suck the saliva away then spit it back at my cock, letting the flowing water massage it. This was more then I had ever experienced, she was good. I was not sure I was going to win this, however she had reminded me of something.
I begun to gather as much of her liquid in my mouth as possible, nearly filling it. I then, removing my arm but not my tongue, started to spit it back out in a thin, powerful stream back into her pussy. At first I did a long powerful stream into her, and then changing it to short bursts into the places she liked the most, all the while continuing with the pumping and expanding of my tongue and the rubbing of both my hands again against her pussy.
The two of us continued with this for several more minutes. It was plain that the question was not if we would cum, but who would cum first. I could let got at any second and cum and I knew that Lenicha was the same way.
I then felt my balls tighten, I tried to fight it but it was not use. I let out a roar of pleasure, releasing the rest of her juice all over myself, at the same time she did. We both came at the same time. I let load several loads of cum into her mouth but it was too much for her to handle and most of it landed on her face again. Also a large amount of her vaginal juices came out, and same as her I could not handle it all and most of it landed on my face.
I looked at her and she looked at me. Both of us were covered with each other’s juices.
“Maybe we should clean each other up?” I offered.
“Sounds like a good idea.”
As we licked each other’s faces clean I asked. “So teach, did I pass?”
“Oh you did more than pass, you got an A.”
And when we licked the last bit of cum of each other’s faces and began another deep kiss, sharing the tastes on our tongues; I was once again thankful towards Emeral for making me a dragon.
Lenicha left the next day to look for a new home and I did not see her for years to come.
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