Eddie Spedman thought he was living the American Dream; owned his own business and married to his highschool sweetheart with two wonderful kids. Until a freak event made him realize that he was living the American Nightmare. However that freak event also gave him something he didn’t believe in; Sex Slaves
The true story of my first sexual experience with another man.
When a married woman finds outher husband is cheating, she ceases an opportunity
A girl with many guys and horses
My first month on the job turns out to be surprisingly eventful and even more successful.
Byron heard angry footfalls coming down the hallway. Krista was lying on the bed naked from the waist down. Byron opened the window and quietly crept out of the window without making a sound, he put two fingers to his lips making a be quiet sign that only Krista understood “meaning don’t tell”. As Byron crept way, Joann was in the door way what’s going on in hear she said. Krista shrank back under the covers scared out of her mind. “He told me not to tell” mommy, “he told me not to tell”. Who told you not to tell Krista, please tell me? Half crying she said, “he told me not to tell; he’s said he would hurt me if I told. Joann said “it was all right you don’t have to tell me right now” and she went over to the bed and set down next to her daughter. It’s all right Krista it’s over now; he won’t ever do that again. However, it was not over by far; Byron could not control his impulses this is something that had been with him sense high school and he could not stop it. It was like some bad dream “Oh my god that was close” Byron thought to himself “that was fucking to close”. He was heading toward the local bar in Norfolk. To drink Him self-away from what had just happened Plagued by his blatant lust for children.
Byron stayed in the bar for several hours drinking vodka neat witch was his favorite drink when he did drink witch was quite frequently, he stayed for several hours getting drunk off his ass, he thought to himself “ now the trick would be trying to walk home with out falling on my ass”. It was around 9:30 at night the bar tender called him a cab and paid for it both ways. Therefore, he did not have to worry about walking home from the bar. That night around 11 Byron woke up screaming from a nightmare, it was horrible there was a dark cloaked figure with no face and very bone like hands. It was like the grim reaper coming for me during the night. Haunting me with his evil menacing presence was to strong and Byron could not resist. Byron looked around the room reassuring him self that it was just a dream. Glancing at the clock it was around 11:30 and he finally settled down and went back to sleep. Byron woke up at around 7 am showered and shaved and went to work. “Work now that’s an irony” that Byron cared not to talk about. That day went pretty well I thought it was not that hard packing box’s all day. However, Byron longed for something more “young flesh”. He was day dreaming again and it was almost quitting time. “Time to go on the hunt” Byron had decided to go out for the evening. Where he didn’t know probably some local hole in the wall bar but he wasn’t interested in picking up a lay for the night. What he was interested in was picking up a single mother with an attractive little girl. This was Byron’s goal for the evening it was an achievable plan and he had done it may times before. It was in this manner that he met Joann and finally befriended her and met Krista, “this hot little girl was awesome” Byron thought, and felt him-self getting hard again and forced himself to calm down.
It wasn’t easy for him and it wasn’t easy to control the urges that his body was telling him he needed to satisfy every day. It was time for Byron to keep his urges in check again. He had fifteen minutes to go until miller time and he could go on the prowl once again. He had to find some one that wouldn’t mind some company for the night but that was not his main goal for the night. He had to find a little girl and stroke her smooth milky white thighs or her round peachy bottom. This was his ultimate goal for the evening to find a single mother and be invited back to her home for the night and possibly get a phone number and befriend a woman with his natural charms. Some time’s the urge was their to kill their mothers and keep them all to himself? However, he physiologically needed the nurturing form the Childs mother. “Due to the abuse he suffered from an early age by his father”. “The miserable fuck!” I hope the fucker dies before he’s sixty”! Byron thought to himself. I need a drink hay jerry could you get me a vodka and jerry replied, neat “yes I know you come in hear enough Byron”. “I guess I do”. Byron thought, his days have become pretty much routine. Get up, go to work, and the go out and pick up some hot single mom and go back to her place and meet her child “ if it’s female “ he thought. It was several hours before the women started coming in at around 5 o’clock he has been hear since around 3:30pm. Time to go to work figuratively of course. “Looking and looking, bingo bogy at 2 o clock. “Hay jerry could you do me a favor, could you send that hot little momma over their a drink I’m buying”. “Sure thing Byron what do you want to send her “, “Byron thought for a moment and come up with a Singapore sling”. Byron thought to himself “man she is good looking”. After she got the drink that he had bought her, he waited a few minutes and flirted with her. He got up and walked over to her and introduced himself to her he asked what her name was. She was a little apprehensive but figured what the hell she was divorced and he was relatively attractive. My name is Rachel and yours is. It’s Byron. Well Byron have a seat you pegged me pretty well Byron a Singapore sling is my favorite drink. Byron eyes went down to her hands, “no ring she’s not married but she cold be either widowed or divorced”. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her hand and she said I’m divorced with two little girls. “To girls” Byron thought jackpot, I want to get to know this woman; and use her to meet her kids” this would be perfectly all right with him two for the price of one. This would be grate but the last time he tried this at Joann’s home he had almost been caught. This scared him to no end it was like that dream that I had last night.
They exchanged phone numbers and he set their for a while talking and laughing just getting to know each other. I’ll call you sometime, was eight o’clock he had know idea that they had been talking for three hours. He ordered his last drink and he went home. Feeling good about his accomplishment for the evening he could rest well but his conscious had other plans. He fell into a deep sleep from all the alcohol that he had consumed tonight. When he was fully out the dream began again. The tall bone figure returned cloaked in black and menacing. The grim reaper was standing at the foot of his bed and he moved up next to Byron. Byron could feel the bone chilling cold of death, and the grim reaper beckoned Byron to join him. Byron’s mind did not want to go with him but his body did not listen to him. As they moved toward the window, the grim reaper lifted his bonelike hand and they were standing in front of Joann’s house. Then Byron woke up sharply sweating profusely and he had a chill run through his bones. He was wide-awake for hours, after that dream and went into the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge. The clock in the kitchen read midnight, but after that vivid dream it felt like three in the morning to him right now. He was off today and decided to call Rachel this afternoon. First he wanted to call Joann, picked up the phone, and dialed the number when she answered the phone he did not say anything but just listened to her. Joann was frightened by this act and asked who the hell this is! Byron hung up quickly and he was becoming obsessed with Krista he wanted her for himself.
It was around one in the morning, and he went back to bed after a few more beers he passed out on the bed. He woke the next morning with a horrible hangover when the alarm went off it sounded like a hundred freight trains running through his head. Christ he thought I need coffee yes that’s what I need so he went back to his kitchen and started the coffee pot. It was around nine in the morning and he wanted to call Rachel right now. Byron dialed the number that she had given him the night before. It began ringing, once, twice, three times and a small little girls voice answered and said hello may I help you. Byron answered her is your mommy their? Yes she said hold on I would get her for you. Clattering and footsteps is what Byron heard on the other end of the phone. Rachel answered the phone yes may I help you. Byron said oh yes this is Byron the guy that you met last night. Oh yeah Byron sure last nights still a little fuzzy Rachel replied. Byron said yeah I have a hangover from hell, but you make the pain go away. Rachel thought that was sweet just as she was about to tell him what she was thinking he interrupted her. What about we go out tonight Byron added to his last sentence. Rachel was stunned by Byron’s straight forwardness. However, reluctantly said yes, and said that she would meet him at the bar in down town Norfolk at around seven o’clock. Rachel said she had something in the oven and had to hang up. Byron said well by and hung up the phone. Byron thought of the little girls voice, she sounded like she was about eleven or so and his mind began to dwell on what she looked like. “Her hot silky smooth white thighs and he thought of his hand moving up her thigh running all the way to her yet developed pussy”. “He imagined putting his finger inside of her”. His thoughts shifted again and he was thinking about Krista and needed to find a way to posses her to have her all to him self. He had to think of a way to get rid of that fucking bitch mother of hers. Byron thought Joann how I could kill her. I could take them out to Charlottesville, to the second home with I rented out a little extra income was always a good thing.
I could lock the three of them in the basement up there and no one would ever know that they were in the house. I have to make sure that I do this the right way so that I don’t get caught. Byron would have to think about this for a while, and plan every contingency out, what would happen if this happened; it would take some time and be many a sleepless nights for it to work. That way he could have Krista all to him self the other two were an added bonus. He thought if he planed it out in detail he could get away with it. Killing Joann, Rachel, and taking there kids for him self to fondle their hot sum pious little bodies. He was getting off on just the thought of what he was planning. By the time he had realized it. It was noon and he still had so much to do and so little time to do it. Byron felt tired he wanted to sleep and do nothing else for the rest of the day until he met Rachel later that night. Byron wanted to find out what her children were like, and what their names were. He went into the kitchen and removed a cold beer from the refrigerator. The sleeping pills were on the counter next to the water jug. He took several and downed the pills with a wash of the beer. Byron staggered to the bed and fell across it like a fallen tree. Byron “conscious wanted to torment him some more”. He drifted off into the blissful sleep of the drugs and the beer that he had taken them with. The man in the black cloak returned to him in his sleep. The grim reaper retuned they were standing in front of Joann’s house. He gestured towards the front door of her house. Then he waved his bone like hand and they were inside the house. It was neat and clean but when they moved through the shell of the home. Their was blood smeared on the walls of the hall way and the words “he told me not to tell”. The grim reaper waved his hand once more; they were standing in the doorway of the bedroom. The covers on the bed were the shape of a woman but the form was not moving. As they moved closer to the bed, Byron was able to see clearer it was Joann lying in a pool of blood with part of her head on the headboard. Byron woke up with the realization that he could get away with it; the dreams were telling him that he could. The dreams were torturing his very soul and slowly driving him mad. However Byron did not realize this and continued with his normal routine.
Byron was spending all of his time planning what he was thinking about doing which to him seemed perfectly logical “the next step on the road into madness” and Byron was well on his way. Then he glanced at the clock and it was 6 o clock in the after noon he realized that his date with Rachel was in an hour and he was no where near being ready to go out to meet her and then return to her home possibly to meet her children. Byron was in a panic he had so many things to plan out and a lot of work left to do, “there was not enough time in the day” he thought to himself. This date if you could call it that, it was more like a chance to meet her two lovely daughters whom he could posses for himself. This was the first time he had been out sense he had meet Joann. “This is going to be a little scary tonight “but he forced himself to calm down “Think of the reward you get to keep her two luscious daughters all to himself”. This was the voice in his head which was some times cruel and very filled with hate for women this probably went all the way back to his mother. When he told his mom what daddy was doing to him when she was not around she laughed at him and told him that he was lying and washed his mouth out with soap. This went on for years, and she did nothing to stop it. Witch is probably why he still hates his parents to this day. All of his thoughts were a jumble inside his head he needed time to sort them all out. The nightmares were beginning to affect his every waking moment and he could not stop them from happing. Byron needed to get ready for his night out with Rachel; he had already showered for the day so he dressed to impress this was the same old routine for him now. It was scary to him that he falls into the routine so quickly after almost getting caught with Krista. Byron was not about to let that happen again. This time was going to be different this time he had every little detail planed out to nth degree. Byron went over the list in his head,” first I will befriend Rachel and get to know her kids. Second he would invite her to go away for the weekend but only one of them would return. Third the kids would be his all of them and they would go to Charlottesville to the hose witch he would make sure was empty before Byron put his plan into motion”.
“It wasn’t much of a plan right now he thought but it will be, oh it will be”. The plan wasn’t fully realized yet but Byron’s mind was working overtime on that very thing. Byron was ready for his date if you would call it that what it was more like a lustful obsession with little girls. He went out going to the bar that they had met in and when he arrived Rachel was waiting for him. Byron thought for a moment to himself “ I have to stay with the plan that is in the back of my mind “ his conscious would not let him forget it not in a million years. Then he suddenly came back to reality. Rachel was speaking to him and his mind was somewhere else. He caught himself drifting and said “ I m sorry what did you say, I did not catch that last sentence”. Rachel repeated what she had said to him “ I was saying what do you do for a living “. Byron under stood what she was saying this time and replied that he was into real-estate which was a lie but she did not know him as far as she knew he was just some guy that she had meet one night in a bar. Some how she inherently trusted him, “ little did she know that he was a low life scum bag that was only in it to meet her kids so he could take them form her after he had disposed of her body”. It wouldn’t be that long before he could act on his obsession with young little girls. Byron shifted the conversation to her two little girls, “so what are your daughter’s names” Byron asked and Rachel said that her children’s names were Tracy and Janna. “Their lovely names Byron replied. “ “How old are they”. He prodded her with out thinking about what he was saying. Rachel was a little timid to answer but she did anyway “there nine and eleven” she had finally told him. There meals had arrived by this time they ate and drank there way through dinner with some heavy flirting going on in between glances by both Byron and Rachel. Byron could sense that he was going to be asked back to her apartment or house with ever it was. Rachel was loosening up to him and becoming more relaxed around Byron. She had finally said the words that Byron wanted to hear all night “would you like to come back to my place after we are finished with dinner”. “Hell yes I would “Byron thought to himself for a moment but he was thinking “finally I will get to meet her daughters and take them to a place that I could keep them locked away to keep for my own. Bryon responded that would be “all right by him”. Rachel was dieing with anticipation to get this guy whom she hardly knew into the sack to test what his love making skills were like. Byron kind of knew what was going to happen next. Therefore, he went along for the ride but all the while he was thinking about Tracy, Janna and Krista. How he would keep them locked away in the basement of the house in Charlottesville, for his personal pleasure. Thinking of how he could get rid of there mothers so he could keep them all for himself.
Rachel and Byron left the restaurant and headed back to Rachel place wherever that was. Any man could see the raw unbidden lust in Rachel’s eyes they were longing for good hard sex after they got back to her place. Nevertheless, Rachel’s thoughts were of her children right at that instant she would have to wait until she had put them to sleep for the night and then the real fun could commence. The night was still young Rachel thought and we could have sex all night if he liked. When they reached her three-bed room apartment she put the key in the door and opened it and the baby sitter was asleep on the couch with the kids asleep on either side of her. Byron thought she couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen at the most sponge bob square pants was on nick toons and the baby sitter stirred from her slumber when she herd the door opening. Your home late, still have asleep she got up and grabbed her coat to leave, Rachel paid the girl and she left closing the door behind her. Rachel woke the children for a moment and they got up and shuffled to there rooms. Byron thought of them lustfully how he could imagine running his hands all over there little bodies, but Rachel had other plans for him this night.
Rachel said “have a seat Byron and make your self-comfortable, now that the kids are asleep its time for the adults to play”. “I will be right back; I am going to slip into something more comfortable”. Byron’s mind began racing “exactly what did she mean by slipping into something more comfortable”. However, Byron knew by the look in her eyes what she was thinking. Although it was only a few minutes that Rachel was gone Byron knew what was going to happen next. Rachel entered the living room of her apartment with a bottle of Champaign in one hand and two glasses in the other. Rachel was wearing a black see through gown and her large breasts heaved beneath the material of the gown. Her nipples began to stiffen as the black gown flowed down her curvy body. Byron had to force himself under control, but he had no interest in what she was about to do to him or him to her. What he was thinking about to get himself aroused was the thought of laying in bed with both of her kids after her had pleasured himself with the thought of what he was going to do to them and with them. Rachel eased down beside of him and began to tell him what her intentions truly were. This disgusted Byron and his thoughts drifted back to her hot little girls that were probably fast asleep by now. Rachel poured the two glasses of Champaign and she downed hers in a single swallow. Byron slowly sipped the liquid that was placed in front of him Rachel began speaking but Byron was some where else in his mind, and nodded at the appropriate times shaking his head yes and no as she prompted him to respond to what she was saying. By this time Byron was like a rock and ready for what ever she intended to do with him but his mind was thinking of the little girls that were sleeping in the other room. Rachel tugged at his belt around his waist and finally managed to loosen it enough to slip her warm hand inside of his pants. She stroked his member until it was even harder than before, and Rachel commanded that he remove his pants, so Byron obliged her but was thinking to him self “just get it over with already”. Rachel intended to take her time with him and enjoy every little second of the first sexual encounter she has had in almost two whole years of pent up sexual depravation. Which she was planning on releasing all of it on this garbage heap of a man? Rachel was about to do something that she would regret for the rest of her life. When Byron finally got what he wanted out of her, her children so he could take them away form hear and hide them away from the rest of the would and no one would ever find them.
Be ready for part 2 it gets even better.
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if I’m to ever have a fulfilled sex life….
This the story of my intorduction into sex as a teenager
She just wanted some snacks from the 7-Eleven. A time travel adventure.
— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?
Joe will be here any minute. I’m really glad he enjoyed our first date as much as I did and asked me out again. It’s been a week and I haven’t been able to think about anything else but him. He’s so fucking hot!!! We have great chemistry and I could tell he was just as attracted to me as I was to him. I’ve really been looking forward to this.
He’ll be here at 7 and it’s 5:30 already. Grab a quick shower, shave, trim my pussy. Lotion, perfume, hair is done. What to wear? Warm enough now to avoid slacks and a sweater. Let’s see……oh yeah, this will be perfect. Cute halter sun dress. Picked this up last spring and haven’t had the occasion to wear it. No panties tonight dear, definite easy access. Thigh highs and my platforms. Perfect.
Almost 7. I’m in the kitchen, getting the wine glasses out of the cupboard when the doorbell rings. Early. That’s a good sign. I open the door and invite him in. He’s smiling, checking me out, tells me I look great. You don’ look so bad yourself in those tight jeans baby. Tell him to grab a seat, that I’ll be right back. Grab the glasses and the wine, we have time for a quick sip. I pour and sit across from him, making sure I show plenty of leg. Small talk and one glass of wine. Time to go.
More small talk on the way to the theater. No munchies for me, just a small drink. He takes my hand and we head into the theater. Once inside the door, it’s my plan to lead him to the back corner, bench seats and we can be alone. Apparently, he had the same idea, no need for me to lead, he’s guiding me there! We’re seated just as the lights go down.
The previews start and I place my hand on his thigh and give a squeeze. I hear him gasp and I smile at him. He places my arm around my shoulder and I lean in against him. I continue to stroke and periodically squeeze his thigh. He caresses my bare shoulder and I can feel my nipples stiffen. The volume is loud and we’re practically alone in our little corner. I move my hand from his thigh to his crotch. He’s already getting hard. I lightly caress the fabric of his jeans and I can hear his breathing getting heavier. His hand has moved to my breast, cupping and squeezing, kneading. Feels so good. I feel his hand move to the knot in the halter, working it free. The top of my dress falls loose, giving him access to my naked breast. His hand moves to my stiff nipple, lightly caressing it with his finger. I can feel my clit begin to throb.
I move my hand from his crotch to the buttons on his jeans, taking my time while opening each one. He tries to help by raising his ass a bit off the seat. Ahhhh free at last. He must’ve had the same idea for tonight, no underwear. I free his throbbing cock, lightly stroking the underside with my nails. His fingers are now furiously working at my nipple, pinching and flicking against it, each move causing my pussy to drip. His cock is rock hard now under my touch. MMMMM shaved.
I take his hand reluctantly from my breast and move to kneel on the seat next to him. I look at him and lick my lips, I can see the anticipation on his face. I take his stiff cock in my hand and guide the tip into my mouth, flicking the head with my tongue, grazing it lightly with my teeth. I can taste his precum already, very sweet. I make slow lazy circles with my tongue around the head, wetting his cock for my lips. I slowly take him in my mouth, inch by inch, moving back to the head before taking in more the next stroke. My hand moves to his balls, swollen with his excitement. While I suck and lick, I knead his balls. He’s squirming now. His hand has moved from my back to the hem of my dress, pulling it up far enough for his hand to find my bare ass underneath. He caresses my ass and moves his hand to my thigh, running his fingers along the hem of the thigh highs I’m wearing.
As I begin to furiously work his cock with my tongue, his fingers find the lips of my dripping wet pussy. I move my knees apart and give him access, his fingers teasing my cunt, massaging my G spot. I begin to hump his hand. He’s had enough, he uses his other hand to remove me from his cock and lays me across his lap. He then removes his fingers from my pussy and grabs me, taking me into his arms and kisses me hard, our tongues dancing together perfectly, increasing the sexual tension. He moves from my lips to my neck, trailing his tongue to my breast and my nipples, taking each one in his mouth, unmercifully teasing and nibbling. My dress is completely around my waist now, he grabs my ass and squeezes while he plays with my tits. I can feel his stiff cock against my belly and I want it inside me. Now I say, please, now.
Giving my nipple one last nip, he pushes me away and lifts me to his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard, biting his lip. He grabs my ass and lifts me a bit to rub his cock against my lips, stroking and caressing them. I’m kneeling over him now, my breasts in his face, his lips trailing over my chest. I feel him move his cock to my cunt, placing the tip inside, making slight circles. I can’t take anymore and sit down hard, taking his cock all the way in. I gasp, then moan, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. I begin to slowly raise my ass up and come down hard again, grinding against his lap. His quickening breath and gutteral moaning tells me how much he’s enjoying this. I remove my arms from his neck and place them on his shoulders for leverage as I begin to ride. Rocking, circling, pounding against his crotch. His hands are on my ass, squeezing and lifting me slightly, increasing my arc as his cock fills my cunt.
I can feel my pussy start to contract, getting close. I’m teasing him, pounding against him then grinding, rolling my hips slowly, then increasing my rhythm. My breathing is ragged now, knowing we’re going to explode at any moment. I work my hips back and forth, banging against him, his cock hitting the back of my pussy. Oh yes, you ready baby? I can hear him moan, low and gutteral. Banging, pounding. Oh yes, I’m ready and I can feel myself tense as my pussy goes into contaction after contraction. The orgasms come quickly, one after the other. My arms around his neck again, pulling him in tightly as I cum. C’mon baby, your turn. Staring into his eyes, I continue to rock and ride his cock. I can hear him catch his breath and then feel him explode inside me, hot semen running down my thighs.
Oh my God, he’s still hard. I look at him and he’s smiling widely. Round two? Hell yeah I tell him, laughing. He stands, lifting me with him, his cock still inside me. I wrap my legs around him and kiss him softly. He responds by parting my lips with his tongue. He tastes so good. He lifts me off him and sets me on the seat, telling me to get on my knees. I comply, slyly looking back at him as I position myself on the seat, ass in the air. He kneels behind me and strokes the crack of my ass with his cock as he presses in against me, his hands on my hips. He takes his cock in his hand and begins to caress my pussy lips, teasing my cunt with the tip. I lean back to take him in and he withdraws, not allowing it. I feel his lips on my back, trailing down to my ass. His hands leave my hips and move to my thighs. I can feel his tongue against my ass. He spreads my ass slightly and licks his way to my pussy, his tongue darting inside me. I lean into his face, wiggling against his lips. He trails his tongue down to my swollen clit, teasing me with the tip, then wiggling it broadly across it, working the hood apart, exposing me. Sucking and pulling on my clit, working it furiously as I cum again, incapable of any thought other than feeling my body explode under his touch.
He moves away, takes hold of my hips and plunges his cock deep inside me. I gasp, not expecting it so soon. He presses hard against me, filling me with his cock. He slowly begins to stroke, rocking me, guiding me against him by his hold on my hips. He moves his hands to my shoulders, guiding them back toward him, increasing the arch in my back and begins to bang me. I can feel the tip of his cock hitting the wall of my cunt. Bang, bang, bang, stroke after stroke, deep and hard. My hands are now braced against the back of the seats for support as he assaults my pussy again and again. He increases his rhythm, short quick strokes now, rocking me and causing my tits to sway. I can feel our mingled juices running down my legs. He moves his hand to my mound, applying pressure to bring me closer to him as he strokes me from behind, fingering my clit, teasing. I cum again, hard, my pussy contracting around his cock.
He changes his rhythm again, slower now, long deep strokes, working my pussy like clay. He’s rolling his hips, then grinding against me. I lean in, pressing my ass against him. He tells me I’m ready baby, I lean down, lowering my chest to the seat, raising my ass a little higher. I feel his hands on my hips again and he begins to pound his cock into me, filling me up. I can feel him tense just as he cums. I can feel his body stiffen as he grinds against me, pulling me to him. He cums again, shooting the rest of his load inside me.
He lays against my back moving his arms under mine, both of us spent and out of breath. He kisses my neck, my back. His hands clasping mine.
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As the ranch grows, Ben and Amy discover who their friends are . . and their enemy
Nathan lusts for his hot, straight friend Jake, but he’ll never have him. When he miraculously switches bodies with Natalia, the object of Jake’s desire, he may finally have his fantasy come true.
Wow I’m Glad people are liking this story 😀 Here is part three. If you havn’t already read the first two i would suggest you do otherwise it may get confusing. Sorry about the lack of sex in this one, it picks up in the next one 🙂
A recent event in my life has caused me to question my actions throughout my life. I question whether those close to me would have been better off never to have known or met the man you know as Sgt. J.
The girl of my dreams finally cums to me.
Life with a Hermaphrodite.
this is my first story so any mistkes pls forgive me
e five or six secretaries talking up a storm. At first they would be whispering. A whisper that was barely audible. This was then followed immediately by shrieks of loud laughter and shy giggles, coming from their table. This only made me more curious and self -conscious. One immediately thinks when a people whisper they are talking about you. I listened more intently. Craning my neck and mentally tuning up my ears, I focused harder and began to get the drift of the conversation.
This is one of a series I am writing. Let me know what you think.
A chance to redo ten moments of your life. What would you choose?
It was two weeks before Aden was to ride again, in the meantime a young guy named Brian that I knew, was setting in a vacant parking lot at the traffic light, he was riding a bicycle and I was off duty just out on the town you could say so I pulled in to the parking lot and ask him what he was doing. Brian is about 5.9” around 140lbs with dirty blond curly but stringy hair and freckles. He said he was just messing around and had nothing really to do, after a few minutes he decided he wanted to ride around with me and just see what was going on around town. When you live in a small town there really isn’t much to do on the weekend unless you travel 40 or 50 miles. Brian and I rode all over town we talked to the other police officer in town that was on duty and let him know I was out and about, we left him and Brian saw a girl he thought he knew walking down the sidewalk so we stopped to check on her, she was having a fight with her boyfriend and was walking to calm down. I drove away and Brian said he would love to fuck that sometime I laughed and said yea like you got something to satisfy her with, he grabbed his crotch and said he had enough to satisfy her and me, I laughed really hard at that.
It had been a couple hours and we had not found anything to do other than ride around, I ask Brian if he knew of any girls around that was willing to at least suck our dicks he just looked at me with a dumb look and said if I did would I be riding around with you? I could see he point. I found a place to park where we could see the traffic light but wasn’t right at it and pulled out my magazine from the weekend before and started to look thru it again, Brian quickly realized what I had and grabbed it from me, I told him it was for adults and not for him, he laughed and just kept looking at the women in there getting fucked by this big dick guy. Brian looked at me and said this book may cause me to have to go behind the building and relieve myself, my response jokingly was why go behind the building just pull it out and go to it. The next thing I see is he has his pants down to his knees and he is sporting a nice hard on and he began stroking it slowly. Brains’’ dick was about 7” maybe a little longer and about as big around as the cap of a gator aid bottle but with his small frame it looked huge and his balls looked like two eggs laying in his lap and he had freckles that far down his body too. He was a cute guy and apparently willing to share he dick with me.
Brian smiled when he saw me with my mouth open and staring at his dick, he said so do you like what you see with a laugh, I just smiled and looked him in the eyes then he said why don’t you do this for me and I can turn the pages of the magazine. I reached over and took his hard but soft feeling dick in my hand and began to stroke it. His dick was so warm and his balls was so soft I just wanted to lean over and start sucking, then I realized where we were and decided real fast I needed to move. He laughs at me and I crank the car and we drive off Brian never pulled up his pants he just went to stroking his dick until I got to a good hiding spot outside of town. Brian looked around and asked how I knew where this place was I just laughed and said its not hard to find somewhere to hide. He was still stroking his dick and I reached over and took over for him and laid across the seat to get closer and then I asked him if I could suck it he looked down at me and said if you swallow you can suck all you want, with that I began sucking his dick, it was a nice hard one and had big veins that ran almost in a circle around it. I sucked on him for what felt like maybe ten minutes when he put his hand on the back of my head and said he was about to cum, boy did he those egg sized nuts let loose a load of thick cum, the first shot hit the back of my throat and then the next three were just huge loads I tried to not loose any but some dripped out and I licked it up cleaned his dick and set up, he had his head laid back and eyes closed and was trying to recover from what he called a damn great head job.
Brian had been with other guys before but didn’t know that I knew. All I knew was he had gotten head from other guys and he was real discrete about it not wanting any one to know and he wasn’t telling me either. I decided we would ride around for awhile and then I would go home, Brian ask if he could stay at my house for the night since it was so late and he didn’t want to wake anyone at his house, we grabbed his bike and put it in the trunk of the car and headed to my house. We entered the front door and I closed and locked it behind us. He fell out on the couch and I told him I was going to get a shower, as I’m getting in the shower I hear the TV come on so I figured Brian would be asleep before I got out, water in my face my eyes closed I hear the shower door open and close then I feel a hand slide across my back I jumped at first then realized it was Brian, I said so you decide you need a shower he laughs and grabs my dick and starts playing with it, the harder my dick gets the harder I feel his poking me in the ass, his dick is slowly sliding in between the cheeks of my ass and I reach back and begin stroking it, Brian is stroking my dick so hard and fast at this point I can’t hold back any longer and I tell him I’m about to come he lets go of me and kneels down in front of me and takes the head of my dick in his mouth and sucks hard and that puts me over the edge I blow my load all in his mouth he milks my dick with his hand to get every last drop and then stands up and kisses me feeding me some of my own cum. This is not the first time I have ever tasted my own cum, every guy has tasted his own at least one time in his life weather he admits it or not, but it was the first time I have had it fed to me on a tongue it was different I will say that. We finished up our shower and headed to the bed I knew I was in for a long night as Brian climbed up in the bed behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
We started off just spooning and Brian couldn’t handle it any longer he pushed me on to my stomach and dove in to my ass with his tongue, licking and pushing his tongue into my hole, it was the best feeling I had ever had in my life, I just can’t put it into words how it felt, he just kept licking and probing until I felt a finger tip at my opening then he slid it in slowly to the first joint I moaned in pleasure and he went a little bit more, he was still licking me with his tongue but the finger felt so good then he ask me if I could handle it I just told him I can’t wait any longer and to do it. Brian spit on he dick and rubbed it all over the head of his dick and stuck it to my hole all I heard was here it comes, his head popped in and slowly he slid the rest of he dick in till I felt his balls touch my ass, he told me it was all in and I just nod my head he began moving slow back and forth at first but started gaining speed it was feeling so good and my dick was standing at attention. I told Brian to let me roll on my back I wanted to see his face while he fucked me. I was in heaven as he rolled me over he never pulled out that was a task in itself but as he began fucking me picking up his speed and thrust I started jacking my dick and making loud noises of pleasure and telling him to fuck me harder, I could feel my limits being stretched and I knew it wouldn’t be long I was about to shoot the biggest load of my life all over both of us, as I came and my ass was squeezing Brian’s dick he went over the edge and busted his load in my ass it was so warm up in me and he just keeps pumping, his dick never went soft and he just kept going and with the extra lube now he was pounding my ass as hard as he could and I was enjoying every second of it and then I saw this look on his face and I could feel he dick get bigger inside me and then he let out a yell and pulled out just in time to shoot all over me, cum hit my for head my chin down my chest to my stomach and all over my dick and balls. He fell over on me and we laid their for at least thirty minutes before moving at all. Brian said I need a shower to which I laughed and said I did to but that’s what started this so I would wait for him to finish first. With a laugh he went off to the shower and I watched him thru the door to the bathroom, wondering if this was a one time thing or would he be coming around a lot.
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Jena and Lisi meet the First Order…
The continuing adventures of Barbie
Avaricious Lavender, Part 1.
He glanced at the clock in room D12 for at least the second time that minute. Constantine was getting rather impatient at this clock, which never seemed to tick over to the next minute. All he wanted was this final five minutes of the day, in this boring as all hell physics lesson to finish. And the worst part was he couldn’t even talk to his beautiful girlfriend, Lavender: soft, brown hair, striking green eyes, and a ferocious temper when aroused. She was the perfect non-Greek woman for this contented Greek. Constantine Papadopoulos, who could not be described as a capitulating young man at 16, grayed under the fierce stare of his beau. She had, along with a fierce temper, perfect c-cup breasts, 5ft 4in of height, and a slim physique, bordering on the ‘too slim,’ side. This, paradoxically, was the only downside for Constantine’s mother, who was, as is the tradition for Greeks, a warm, robust woman who never tired of telling Lavender, of whom she was very fond, though never telling Constantine that, she was too skinny, and that her parents surely must be not feeding her right. Constantine, on the other hand, was the soft brown haired, blue eyed and slightly muscled son of a famous Greek cook for a mother, and a pasty-white retired American software analyst for a father. His blue eyes had swooned Lavender when he had asked her to go out with him in their last school year, and they had been going out now for about one year, without a hitch.
While he was mulling this over, Constantine missed the question of the hot and licentious physics teacher, Ms Muller. Hot, 24, with a physique any girl would die for – she was a constant pain in the ass for Constantine. Here was another example. ‘Uh… if the silver reacts with the oxygen, then –‘
‘Wrong, Papadopoulos, silver does not oxidize. I can see we have been listening attentively.’
‘Perhaps if we were to do some physics we have not already done and re-hashed in the 8th grade, Ms Muller, then I would be much more of an avaricious and studious member of the class.’ What an ass answer, but a brilliant way of deterring Ms Muller – the students always could overcome her with words; seeing as how she hates arguments and all. But all Constantine could think of as she turned away in a huff was her sweet, tight ass. ‘God I would hit that, huh James?’ Constantine asked in a whisper.
‘Fucking definitely, her ass is the sweetest thing since I licked your mom’s pussy, Con.’
‘Up yours James, guess whose pussy I’m getting this afternoon?’
‘Yeah, fuckin’ Lavender’s.’
‘Yeah, so up yours, douche.’ Constantine always could win with the hot girlfriend card.
Finally, the bell rang at 3.25, and Constantine swept his measly materials (he was too preoccupied by knowing he was finally getting Lavender’s cherry that afternoon) into his arms, and left the room in a flourish of dark blue blazer – the school uniform of course.
‘Hi, Lav,’ he said carefully, gauging her reaction to his presence.
‘Hey, baby, I’ll meet you at the bus in a few minutes.’ Not too nervous, it seemed, although they were 16 as it stood.
As Constantine walked slowly from his locker, conveniently two down from Lavender’s, to the bus stop, his 7 inch when hard cock couldn’t help but twitch slightly in anticipation. Lavender and he had decided how they were going to do this – no condoms. Lavender was on the pill, and they would risk an STD, considering they had never had sex before. His abs had developed nicely since he had asked Lavender out, in anticipation of this day. They had chosen a Friday, and Lavender’s house, as her parents would be out until Sunday morning. That gave them the afternoon on Friday…
On the bus, they spoke about various menial things which had happened during the day – Ms Muller’s bitchy remarks, and Lavender’s 64% mark on her most recent French test. When they finally descended from the bus, school bags in hand, the nerves kicked in magnificently. The air screamed sexual tension, but held back sexual tension.
Constantine stopped as Lavender removed the house key from her pocket, and opened the door. He knew well the way to her bedroom by now, and offered to take their “stuff” to her room, while she called her mother – as she had been asked to do. He walked slowly down the mahogany halls of Lavender’s parents’ large mansion style house, and his nervousness slowly, but not completely, receded. He adjusted his long grey trousers and fairly tight black briefs underneath, his cock along with them, as it had twitched again as at the bus stop. While his cock was 7 inches long when hard, it was 2 inches thick, and he was capable, he thought, of holding off his orgasm for a fair amount of time. Just as he thought that Lavender entered the room.
‘I called my mother –‘as she said this Constantine reached over and pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply, and slowly ran his tongue around the edge of her voluptuous lips. He sat back for a moment – ‘Are you sure about this, Lavender?’ he asked, tentatively.
‘Constantine, I’ve been waiting for this for about a year.’
He encircled her in his arms once more, their lover’s embrace ending at their mouths, locked in the most passionate kiss they had ever shared. It lasted what seemed like an age, and then they were making out. He ran his hands over the mounds of her breast through her shirt, which he soon unbuttoned. He had already removed his school tie, so Lavender started unbuttoning his shirt, as fast as possible.
He soon had her bra undone at the back, and not for the first time gazed in wonder at her beautiful tits. He played with her small, wonderful nipples for a moment, and then moved his head down to lick her left one – pausing only for confirmation from Lavender. The glory of her nipple in his mouth made his cock jump to life, and he felt her rubbing it through his trousers. He licked, held and caressed Lavender’s beautiful, 16 year old breasts for a few minutes, before she said ‘Constantine, let me return the favour.’
Upon saying this, she pushed him over so he was lying on his back, with his arms outstretched above his head. She unbuckled his pants, showing his black briefs and rock-hard cock underneath. She slowly pulled them back, revealing his hard cock and brown pubic hair, waiting. She looked up at her boyfriend, and started rubbing his cock, before licking the tip of it, and making her way to the base, her tongue flitting over his skin like silk on hard, unmoving rock. She enveloped his cock head with her beautiful lips, and slowly made her way down his dick, at attention, until she reached half-way. Constantine watched on in ecstasy as she bobbed up and down on his cock, and looked up at him with lustful eyes. She quickly went up and down on his cock, as he wove his fingers through her hair, pulling her head back and forth on his hard member.
She stopped for a moment, then took more, and more of his cock in her throat, until her nose was nestled in his pubic hair – and he was about to blow his load. Feeling his cock on the back of his hot girlfriend’s throat was hell without coming, and yelled ‘Ahh babe, I’m gonna cum,’ but she held his cock in her mouth, and brought it out in time for him to come on her exposed tits, painting a pattern of white, sticky mess on those hot knockers he had licked and nibbled on just a few minutes previously. He surveyed his good work; the hottest babe in his year group had his cum on her tits, and loving it.
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Harrision. Chapter 1. How Rape Turned Consensual.
Mom gets hard fucked and can’t get enough
