Davis has been helping to keep his mother sexually satisfied so she would not go outside the home for sex. Nowhis sister comes home for school vacation. Will they let he know and will she koin in the family fun?
Breaking up is hard to do
The queen of the festival had very nice cleavage.
I just finished the new chapter and I’m posting it before I head for bed. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
I meet up with a new friend while building a tree house with him
Please read the first part if you like! Hopefully part 3 forthcoming…
So this is the continuation of Oren part 1 obviously. Danny gets his revenge and then some….
Hijabi slut Anam had a special talent, a dirty secret, her naughty passion hiding under her colourful headscarf – she loved giving blowjobs. Anam was about 5’6” tall, light skinned Pakistani with full lips and big eyes and a mole on her face, she wore her Hijab and colourful Asian clothes. She didn’t hold back in her naughty secret, she loved pleasuring cock and would always swallow the cum, though she also gave titjobs and handjobs, she loved the sensation of the guy making a slimy, sticky mess all over her hands. There was, however, a twist to Anam’s ‘hobby’ – she only did it for white, Christian men.
She would often suck, toss and tittyfuck English boys with or without her headscarf on, depending on what they prefferred, and would put her full lips to good effect making out with them and grinding against them in her flourescent Asian attire. Recently, however, she met the guy who from now on she would ONLY do what she loves with, Keith.
Keith hated Asians and was a typical infidel boy who would make racist remarks to Anam. The remarks and his obvious hate of Pakistanis and Muslims only made him more forbidden to her, only making her hotter for him. She was so hot for him she let him do extra things to her – like letting him shoot his load on her face or, sometimes, all over her headscarf.
Last night, Anam treated Keith to a glorious site. The site of a traditional Muslim, Hijab wearing woman, a babe, looking back at her western, infidel man and opening her mouth for him to find it full to the brim of his hot, sticky cum. She then smiled and swirled his thick cum around her mouth and over her teeth in front of him, driving him crazy, before she swallowed the lot and gave him a beaming smile. It was the ultimate sign of victory, the ultimate sign of western superiority, and, for Anam, the ultimate taste of western superiority, which got her so hooked. Anam loved the taste of Keith’s cum and knew how to get the maximum out of him, sitting on the bed on top of him in her headscarf, his already throbbing cock in his hand teasing him. Showing her skimpy green thong under her Asian clothes, telling him how one day he’d see that thong on his bedroom floor, that as she is a ‘Paki’ in this country and that swallowing white cum, aswell as tasting great, gave her better skin and grew her tits 2 cup sizes in a few months, that it’s only fair her round, soft Muslim boobs were preserved for Christian men. That it was only fair that an English boy took her virginity. She told him that she knows her place as a Muslim woman – serving western men, making that big, throbbing, uncut cock feel good, satisfying infidel men. Then she began telling him how she cant wait until the day they start shagging, that the two of them will be like bunnys. When she saw Keith was as wound up as he could be, she turned around, put his cock in her mouth with two hands on his long shaft and began sucking ferociously until he sprayed shot after shot of hot fresh cum in her mouth as she milked it for all it’s worth, stroking his shaft whilst sucking the head.
A few weeks past and Anam and Keith continued to do what they were doing, with Anam regularly sucking and tossing Keith off, swallowing heaps of his cum as well as having sevral loads of fresh spunk splattered all over her pretty face. She was convinced that cum gave her better skin, hair and boobs, and so Keith would ‘generously’ ejaculate in her mouth at least twice a day. Anam planned to move out of her strict house and began taking the pill in preparation for the inevitable – the day they start fucking, and that day came.
That day Anam was all over Keith in the friends house where he was staying, regardless of all the people there she couldn’t help but to be all over him and promiscous, sitting on his lap facing him on the sofa, still in her tightly worn headscarf and traditional Asian clothes. Keith talked her into having a sip of his beer before asking her how it tastes, to which she replied ”It’s nice, but there’s something else you been giving me that’s even more forbidden that tastes even nicer, somethin’ sweet and creamy” referring to his cum. They then shared a quick, lustful kiss before linking hands and flirting playfully, Keith then moved his hands down and began to squeeze her ass before she then looked at him and told him ”A cant wait to shag ya” as they then shared several quick, lustful kisses.
Finally the time came and Keith led Anam hand-in-hand upstairs to the bedroom, when they got their they locked the door behind them and began to make out whilst taking their clothes off. Once Keith was fully naked he lay back on the bed and Anam climbed on top of him, first removing her headscarf to release her dark, shiny, silky hair which ran down to her waist.she then took off her top to reveal a delightful pair of 32d breasts, Keith wasted no time in taking a firm grip on them, lightly pinching the nipple before rapping his hands around then as Anam smiled and purred as her Muslim treasure chest fell into infidel hands. They were a perfect round shape with light pink areolas and prominent pink nipples. Anam then revealed that green thong and said to Keith ”told ya you’d see this on ya bedroom floor” before slipping them off, playfully showing them to Keith and then throwing them over her shoulder, she then then slipped Keith’s big throbbing cock into her tight pussy, letting out a series of soft groans. She began to ride slowly before speeding up whilst Keith squeezed her tits and pinched her rock hard nipples. It soon became too much for anam as she became mesmorised by the sensation of Keith’s big, hard, uncut white dick sliding in and out of her tight Asian pussy, running her hands through her hair and panting as she experienced multiple orgasms from Keith’s cock rubbing in and out of her. The sound of the bed squeeking and banging against the wall and Anam moaning atop Keith’s cock could be heard downstairs, outside and next door, much to the amusement of Keith’s friends.
Weeks past and Anam and Keith continued where they left off that night. The two had fucked since almost constantly. The two were, as Anam promised, like two bunnies. Anam had moved into the room with Keith running away from home. Anam mostly rode Keith, delighting him with the sight of her Muslim boobs bouncing up and down and the soft, clay-like feeling of her big tits in contrast her her rock hard nipples as they fucked hard, but often Keith would lay her on her back and fuck her hard, holding his cock all the way inside her as he cummed. Over these few weeks he shot glob after glob of hot cum in her Muslim pussy…
The more they fucked the hornier they got with each other. Keith’s behaviour got more and more x-rated and Anam revelled in the ‘attention’ from Keith. She still wore her traditional clothes and headscarf most days, knowing that Keith couldn’t resists her in them, he would always slap and pinch her ass, touch her up, grope her crotch and kiss her in them and always make her sit on his lap, he would also make dirty and disrespectful names and comments to her. She knew he wanted to defile them and it turned her on so bad. Keith saw Anam as nothing but a sex toy, and Anam embraced this role. Keith hated Pakistanis and loved shagging their birds, and Anam was the ultimate jackpot, hot, beautiful, great ass and body, round, full breasts, wore hijab and traditional clothes and came from a respected family. Aswell as regular sex, Anam of course gave Keith plenty of head, always swallowing the cum. Besides this Anam would often toss Keith off. When she did this she would be sitting on top of him in nothing but a thong, her breasts and body in full view for him, wanking him off sometimes with a pair of her knickers rapped round his cock until he stained them with warm sticky cum. Things soon get really x-rated between Anam and Keith, as she started doing even more things, like tittyfucking Keith, and started letting him cum on her face and tits. She would kneel down, sometimes fully clothed in her traditional attire and wait as Keith would blast a fresh load from point blank range at her face, it was a huge turn on for Anam and she would maintain eye contact with Keith even as his hot thick cum made a loud splat on her pretty face. The view of Anam’s rack dripping with sticky white cum was a heavenly site Keith took in time and again as he’d stand up from Anam titty-fucking and spray her chest with thick white cum.
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The Fuel Stop
This is a story about a journey home after a shopping trip that Chas and I went on recently.
We were on our way home after a good day out shopping. We had been in a lot of shops, and I had tried on several articles of clothing, always leaving the curtain of the changing cubicle open a bit for other men to see me change as when I took off my short tight dress I was naked underneath except for my black stockings and suspenders as I wasn’t wearing any underwear, giving them a good look at my tits and shaven cunt.
One guy that must of been in his fifties came up close to one of the cubicles and looked right in. I had taken off my dress so all of me was on show. He was rubbing the bulge in his trousers. He reached in and asked if he could touch me. I nodded to him. His hand reached for my breast and he sqeezed and mauled them, then moved down to my cunt where he began to rub then inserted two fingers up me, wanking me off until I cum.
After, I said one good turn deseves another and got down on my knees infront of him. I unzipped him and got his cock out and took him in my mouth. He groaned as I licked and sucked until he thrust his groin hard towards my face. With his cock up to his balls in my mouth he shot his cum into my mouth. He pulled out and shot another load in my face. As he put his cock away I wiped his cum from my face with my fingers and scooped into my mouth adding to what was already in there, then swallowed the lot as he watched. After, I licked my fingers clean. As he left he said to Chas who had been watching, “Fucking wild slut you have there, sucks cock real good,” then walked off.
We also had a meal at a restaurant, and Chas had fingered my cunt under the table, I love this and had to bite my lip as I cum several times. There was also the flashing I had done at various times in the street, bending over showing my ass, and a couple of times unzipping my dress right up the front and letting it fall open as we passed a building site or a group of men in the street.
On our way home I had given Chas a blowjob when we stopped in a lay-by, and then said I was in the mood for some more flashing to lorry drivers on the way back.
I undid the zip all the way down then pulled it together. As we pulled alongside a truck I pulled the dress apart when the driver looked down giving him a good eyeful of all I had. He tooted his horn and grinned. I opened my legs and began to rub my cunt, then inserting two fingers in to my moist slot and gave the driver a ringside view of me wanking myself to a climax. After this I gave him a wave and a smile and we sped on.
Several miles further up the road Chas decided to stop as we needed fuel and pulled in at a truckstop, as he was filling up who should turn up but the truck driver who I had flashed to. He recognised the car and came over, he said he had enjoyed the show and how about having a drink with him in thanks at the nearby bar. I was looking him up and down so Chas said we didn’t mind if we did, so we parked up and followed him to the bar.
There were about six more trucks, several old cars and pickups and at least a couple of dozen motorcycles parked up outside. We went in, most of the men looked at me as we went in, looking me up and down, at my stocking tops which were just visible at the bottom of the dress. The truck driver ordered three beers and we sat on the bar stools, my dress riding up higher showing the bare flesh above my stockings.
There were quite a lot of bikers, and quite a crowd of rough looking guys and truckers, and about a dozen women, who were obviously with the bikers. The bar was split in to three rooms, a games room, dance area, and the main bar.
Chas bought some more beers, and was talking to the truck driver and some of his mates, I had wandered off to the ladies and then into the games room. I heard the trucker openly telling the other drivers about my flashing, and say that the tart might be up for a fuck later.
I went into the games room and started playing pool with some of the men. As I bent over to try a shot my dress rode up at the back showing my stocking tops and the lower part of the cheeks of my ass, and that I did hot have any underwear on. The men were taking it in turns to show me how to hold the cue making sure they had a feel of my ass in the process, and making me jump as they slipped a finger along my cuntlips, or inside my cunt or asshole. One guy even slipped a pool cue up my cunt as I was bent over the table and wanked me off with it. I heard one women say to a group of watching men, what a slut the tart was, and she hoped they would fuck her senseless later on, they said she could bet on that. They played on for a while, and with me, then we all went back to the bar for another drink.
Chas and I got into a discussion with some of the truckers and bikers about the merits and thrills of motorcycles and the different models (Chas has one himself). Each of the groups is arguing their point. We had been on at this for about an hour or so, when this biker guy say,s “Tell you what, lets arm wrestle for it”. “Yea ok” one of the truckers reply. “Winner gets the argument and the first to fuck the tart,” he said to the trucker and pointing at me. “Deal,” the trucker replys without any thought to me. I start to say something, but it is drowned out by the noise as they start the challenge. There’s a lot of grunting and swearing untill after a few minutes the biker wins to a round of cheers from his group. One of the men says big Mick is going to shag this tart and it should be a good show, as he isn’t called big Mick just for his muscles.
The crowd all make for the games room, and there is quite a lot of shouting going on such as the slags going to get a good fucking now. I walk to the room with them and as soon as I get there I am stripped of my dress by the women in there. I am now standing there in just my black stockings, suspenders, and stilettos with my legs apart and my hands on my hips all of me on show to the leering crowd. “Ok, who’s the lucky bastard who gets to fuck me first,” I say laughing.
The guy who they called big Mick walks forward, pulls my head back by my hair and plunges his fingers up my wet smooth shaven cunt making me groan loud. “Looks like I’m that lucky bastard who gets to fuck this cunt before all the rest of the guys make use of it and stretch it into a fucking big meathole ,” he sneers.
“Hell,fucking big cunt you got slut, been well used I guess, be plenty here for all us. You truckers can make use of the whores body after we’ve all finished mangling her holes,” he shouted to me and the cheering crowd.
He soon made me cum loudly from his fingering and pinching my now large nipples. Everybody is cheering and making comments on how the slag loves it and fuck the slut legless Mick. I’m soon pushed on to my back across a filthy table, with my legs wide apart and Mick giving me a good tonguing to lubricate my cunt before fucking me, then after shoving his huge cock up to the hilt in my stretched cunt. I cry out with every lunge in and the attention he is giving my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples. All the while he is telling me what a big cunt I have, and how I must be enjoying having his big cock filling it up, and telling me I am one hell of a fucking slut. He slapped me across the tits.
“You fucking like that slut? Like it rough when you’re being fucked, hey slag. I recon you do.” he shouted in my face.
“Oh yes, I love being punished, slap my tits, slap what ever you like, just keep fucking my hard with your big cock,” I shouted back.
“Ha, Ha, you fucking whore, you’ll get what you want,” he replied, and on every thrust he slapped my tits to his rythum. My nipples were large and my tits red from the punishing ordeal.
The women are urging him on, and shouting to fuck the bitch real good, stretch her cunt wide. One of the bikers produces a video camera and starts to film the whole show, saying that they haven’t had a good gangbang for ages, the last women had only managed six, but it looked as this slag could take them all on. The video would be good to show at other meets, and he could make a few quid selling copes to other clubs.
I did not give a fuck that I had been the prize in an arm wrestle between this Mick and one of the truckers, as to who was going to fuck me first, or that when he had won I had been stripped naked by women there and then infront of an audience, and made to tell him infront of everybody to lick my cunt, then to fuck me hard, to ream my cunt out, to fuck this slut legless, then give me to the others to use.
Mick had stopped fucking my cunt, and had pushed my legs to my tits and had shoved his cock up my ass. I was grunting like an animal at the violation my ass hole was getting. I could feel Mick was about to cum as he rammed his cock in hard and groaning, I was screaming out as I was cumming, and he shot his load deep up my ass then pulled out and shot another large load of cum over my stomach and tits, he then leaned forward and told me to taste my ass and lick him clean. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked all his shaft and balls until there wasn’t a trace of cum left. Now lick my ass he said. I spread his ass cheeks wide and licked and slurped all along his crack, pushing my tongue up as far as I could up his ass hole. That wasn’t to be the last ass hole man or womans I licked out that night. After he had finished he then stood back and fastened his jeans, I was still lying on the table, legs apart with cum running out of my abused pussy.
Mick said he had finished with me for the time being, so who was next to fuck the tart. There was soon another cock pummelling into my cunt and another in my mouth, I was now getting what I wanted and deserved, being used for what I was, a slutty sex toy for the pleasure of whoever wanted to use her.
There was now a long line of men leading to me and a the cocks were pumelling hard and fast into my cunt. As soon as one pulled out another took it’s place. Another biker grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth to his cock then pulling my head hard by my hair made me deep throat him.
“UUUGGGGGG, UUUUUMMMMPPPPHHHH, UUUUMMMMMMM, UUUUMMMMMM,” I grunted as his cock speed in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping my chin on every thrust.
“That’s it you fucking meathole, suck it hard. I’m going fucking choke you with it, you cum sucking whore,” he shouted at me.
After about fourteen or fifteen cocks had either used my mouth or cunt, I said why didn’t they turn me over and give my ass a good fucking. One of the women shouted out “come on men give the slut what she wants, a good hard ass fucking”, I was soon turned over and bent over the table, and was soon moaning aloud as a cock was pushed up to the hilt, his balls slapping against my ass as he rammed in and out, he was slapping my ass hard as he did so, telling me what a tight ass I had to fuck, and what a slag I was for being used like this. Somebody shouted out that it wouldn’t be a tight ass hole after they had all finished with it. All I managed to say between gasps was that I liked being a slag, a slut, and being used as one, so come on men line up and fuck me, get them cocks in my whores body and use it. One time I was sat astride one guy on the floor, his cock up my ass hole, as two young girls used my nipples and tits to lift me off his cock and plunge me back down on it. I screamed out each time as they were pulled and streached out of shape. All this earned me were slaps either across my face or tits, and told to shut the fuck up making so much noise.
After about ten had fucked my poop shoot, they then went on to use all my holes at once, cocks were every were. Two cocks at a time were forced up my cunt or into my ass. I was sucking cock after cock, sometimes two or three at once, cocks were in both my hands being wanked. My belly was full of cum from the amount I had swallowed. Other men were wanking on me or squeezing my tits and twisting my nipples. One women sat on my face and ordered me to lick her cunt. I licked and sucked her musty cunt, pushing my tounge up inside and nibbling on her clit untill she cum. Aother women had her man fuck her ass, then she sat on my face and I licked all the cum out of her ass. As I did this, my legs were held wide open and she continualy slapped my open cunt. I was cumming over and over again, a real cumslut and loving it. There was a lot of cum over the table so one of the truckers pushed my face down into it and shouted to me to lick it up. I licked and sucked at all that cum there.
“Yea, thats it, make sure you don’t leave any, you fucking piece of shit,” he shouted at me again.
More and more cocks were shoved in my ass until they decided that for the video some more spanking was required. A women came forward and said she wanted to do that, and said to me that she bet i would liked some pain, and with that brought her hand down hard on my ass. I cried out, and shouted yes, do it more. The women slapped again and again making the cheeks of my ass sting and glow red.
“Come on girls, lets slap this old slag around abit,” she shouted to the other women. They all came over and started to slap my ass and legs. A truck driver took off his belt and said to use that, the women took it. It made a loud crack as it came down across my ass, I was crying out aloud as it came down again and again.
They then decided my front needed some attention, so I was turned back over and spread-eagled over the table my arms and legs being held down and apart by four other women. They then took it in turns to use their hands and the belt to spank my tits, thighs, and cunt. I was writhing and moaning, arching my back as the belt or hand came down on my tits and shaven cunt, crying out that I was cumming all the time. “Yes, Yes, thats it you fucking bitches, whip my tits, whip my used cunt, thrash me, make me cum,” I was shouting out. Aother women slapped me across the face.
“Tell us your a piece of shit, a piss drinking shit whore,” she shouted at me.
“Come on, tell us,” she shouted again and slapped me across the face again first across one cheek then the other making my head roll from one side to the other.
“I’m a piece of shit, a piss drinking shit whore, my only use is to fuck and have mens and womens bodily fluids sprayed into or over my naked body, a meathole to be fucked when required,” I screamed out back to her.
Everybody laughed or cheered.
The cum leaking from my cunt splashed as the leather stung my naked cunt, I screamed out as it curled around on to my clit, and I strained against the women that were holding me. “I’MMM CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG, YES, YES, WHIP MY CUNT MORE, YEEEESSSSSSSS,” I cried out as I cum. The women were slapping my tits and cunt faster now. I had to be held down now by the men to stop me falling off the table from this onslaught of pain and pleasure.
A group women lined up and took turns to pull their jeans down and sit on my face, telling me to lick their pussys good, the crowd of men loved this and shouted to the women to rub their cunts down hard into my face. They did, grinding them down onto my face and mouth. They could all hear me licking and slurping on all the wet juicy cunts, pushing my tongue up inside them as far as I could. They then all slid their asses down until their ass holes were over my mouth. “Now lick our ass holes cunt,” the first one shouted, and she moaned aloud as I licked all along and up into her ass and poked my tongue deep into her hole. The rest of the women waited in line for this trashy sluts tounge work on them.
There was another cheer as a large strap on dildo of at least thirteen inches was produced and a young girl put it on and started to fuck me with it, then they all took it in turns with it, using my cunt and ass as they wanted. As one fucked my ass or cunt, another girl sat on my face so as to lick their cunt or ass, even the men took turns in having me lick their ass holes out. I watched a girl let a man shag her, then she came over and told me to lick and suck all the cum out, I loved this and was soon sucking hard, draining all the cum from this girls hole, and making her climax by biting and teasing her clit. Another was fucked up her ass, then she sat on my face as I sucked her hole of all the cum. All the other women were putting on quite a show either fucking me with the dildo or biting and pinching my tits and nipples or sitting on my face, my tits and cunt were still getting a good slapping , as was my face.
Finally everybody had used either of my three holes once or twice and were shagged out, but again for the video they all wanked over me, and the ones who could not cum again pissed over me,the women just spit over me and in my face. By the end I was covered in a mixture of cum, piss, and beer, rubbing it into my tits, cunt, and face, whilst wanking myself off with a beer bottle for the cheering audience. A beer bottle had been filled with cum, piss, and spit during the evening and was now poured over my head while I lay there.
“Right now, lick all the piss and cum off the floor now, cunt.” a guy shouted at me, and rolled me over onto my stomach in the mess with his foot.
Again, with my face and tits laying squashed in the mess as he pushed down on my back with his foot,I licked the gooey mess off the floor to a round of laughing and obscene comments. A women shouted to me to spread my legs and as I did so she pushed her foot between them and ground the sole of her trainer into my cunt then pushed the toe up into my soggy cunt hole.
“Fucking lick harder, you filthy cum sucker. Fuck, this is where a piece of trash like you belongs,” she shouted as she pushed her foot in further up my hole. I moaned out loud and continued to lick the slimey floor.
Just to finish the evening off, the bikers thought it would be fun to take us for a spin on their bikes through the nearby roads. We did this, but for a twist they would not let me dress. I must of looked a sight. A fortyone year old women, walking outside in public, wearing just some laddered black stockings and high heel shoes. My cunt, ass, and tits all on show and covered in piss and cum. A real dirty alley whore. I sat pillion on one of the bikes, but infront of the rider so I was well on show. They did not ride to fast so people got a good look at what I had on show. I didn’t half get some looks and cheers from people as we rode through the back streets and a rough looking council estate, with my tits and all on view.
When we got back, the truck drivers had their photos taken with a Polaroid camera with either they’re cocks in my ass, cunt or mouth, outside in the park with everybody in the back ground, to hang in their cabs. One had me in his cab with me bent over sucking his cock while his mate reached under me and was pulling my nipples hard so they streached out under me. A lot of photos were also to be hung up in the cafe.
The bikers said they had never had a gangbang anything like this, and would be the talk of the clubs for some time what with the video to show, and they said that they were having a meet with some other clubs later in the year down on the coast, so why didn’t we go along with them on Chas’s bike. They promised I would have a good time and get a lot of attention, especially with the video being shown there, even more fucking than I got here as there would be several clubs there. We agreed to go and said to get in touch via Email nearer the time.
Mike tells Chas that if I was his tart, I would be kept naked all the time to service him and the guys when they wanted, wherever they wanted. I laugh and say not to give him ideas, although it sounds like I would have a good time.
“Hey, after we’ve all fucked you, how about you put on a show fucking some dogs and horses for all the guys at the camp site that weekend,” somebody shouted to a round of cheers.
“Well maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll do just that.” I replied and laughed.
A roar of whistles and hoots went up.
“Ha, don’t worry guys, she will. The one thing the slut loves most is to be naked taking any and all the cocks she can in her holes.” Chas said, to another round of hooting.
“Ha, Ha, you make me sound such a fucking slutty whore, darling,” I replied and laughed.
I had a wash up at an outside tap at the front of the cafe to clean some of the mess of my self, then put my dress back on, we said our goodbyes and went on our way. I was exhausted, but we had a lot of memories of the night, and a lot of other men and women did as well I bet.
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Chapter 1
Background
My name is Caine. I first read about sex in Cuba on the internet. I hooked up on the internet with a guy who had made the trip three times and could only brag about the great times he had every time. Sammy and I wrote back and forth enough that I figured I had to give it a try.
Learning about Cuba
Doing my own internet search I was able to research, finding most everything Sammy had told me was correct; and more. It seems that I can hook up with a young lady with an apartment for a night, or a month if I wish, if I pay for the food and our meals out!! What’s more, if I get tired of her she will refer me to any number of her girl friends and I can swap out. Seems almost too good to be true! Well, reality was something different. The key is to understand that the Cuban government does not allow the internet in Cuba, and then understand what Cubans do to get around that ban. You dig deep enough and you find websites in Mexico and Canada that advertize Cuban ‘vacations’. It is all veiled to prevent Government reprisals against those who use the system.
First I didn’t need any swap outs. Second, Maria kept me well entertained. She even liked my ideas and caused me to have one of the best months of my life. It seems that young ladies are commonly ‘available’ as young as 14 or 15. As long as there is no violence against them, the police look the other way. I guess the cops just look at them as ‘working girls’.
Cuba boasts the lowest rate of Sexually Transmitted Diseases [STD’s] in the world. I still packed a case of assorted condoms since I couldn’t find any data as to their availability. You see, I can only use the EX-Large size. Anything smaller acts like a tourniquet and only covers my cap and about first one third of my length anyway.
If you go to any of the large ‘clubs’ you will pay around $10US in cover charges. However, the ‘clubs’ are mainly populated with women out looking for a ‘date’. It’s not unusual to find 150 to 175 women, and only 25 or 30 male tourists. These women will charge you anything they think you will pay, but never less than $50US. Maria did much better for me.
The United States is still quite stuffy over Americans going to Cuba. There are no direct flights. You can fly there, though, via Cancun, in Mexico, or through Ontario (or maybe Toronto), Canada.
I talked my boss into letting me take most of Friday off. I hoped he’d go along with it, as I had made reservations to leave my hometown on a 2PM flight to Cancun. I made my connecting flight OK and arrived in Havana before dark. Maria and I had set it up that I would be met at the airport by her brother, Roberto, who drove a cab. He took me to Maria’s place, and wouldn’t take any money. He said, “Maria has already paid me, and she would be very mad at me if I even take a tip from you.” He came inside with me and introduced me to his sister. I think I said that Maria is 17. She is about 5’4″ and must weigh all of 110 pounds. She greeted me with a big smile, a bigger kiss, and a quick goodbye to her brother.
We ate a light meal of great fresh fruits and fresh baked bread. Maria asked if I would like to watch a video with her. I said, “Sure.” We settled in for some preliminary ‘get-to-know-you’ time.
Maria’s apartment is fairly small. When you come in the door you are looking straight through the living room and out some picture windows at beautiful scenery. To the left is an efficiency kitchen with a small one burner stove and a small dining table for two or three, but a large, very new refrigerator. I remarked on the new fridge. Maria is very proud of it. It is the first thing she has bought on her own with her own money. Looking to the right from the door is a half-wall with a bedroom nook behind it, and the bath beyond it. Her living room has one chair, and a small couch and assorted end tables and some tasteful lamps. We snuggled on the couch, but I don’t remember the movie. The couch is just big enough for me, sitting straight on the right side, and Maria sitting with her back my left side. She soon placed her right hand on my thigh. I responded by draping my left arm over her. Gee, that put my hand on her left breast! Maria responded by snuggling even tighter against me. I nuzzled her neck and she giggled, and turned her head slightly. This placed my lips in line with her ear. I blew lightly in her ear and then tongued it. This sent shivers from her head to her toes. While she was turning toward me she remarked, “It looks like this is going to be a great week!”
We kissed a full, complete, and long kiss. Both exploring the others mouth with our tongues. Her turning moved my hand from her breast. So I used my right hand to continue what my left had started. After a bit Maria asked if I would like to move to the bedroom. I told her I really needed to take a shower before we got serious since I had not had a shower since I caught my plane from home. Maria said, ” Showers are always a good thing. We can both take one. Then we will both be fresh for what comes after.” We held hands as we walked into the bedroom. We didn’t discuss it. We just both began undressing each other, interrupting often to hold each other and kiss. Maria went in the bathroom first to do ‘girl things’. When I heard the shower come on I went in. The shower was fairly small so we had to stand close together. We started with me lathering up Maria’s arms, then her back, followed by lathering her very nice breasts. I then slid down with back against the wall and my knees out in front of me. This way I could pick up one of her feet and place it on my knee so I could wash her foot and ankle. Once done there I washed her calf and thigh. My hand just naturally went up the inside of her thigh and put my fingers up into her pussy. Maria jumped and said, “OH!” when she suddenly felt me inside her. “I wasn’t ready for that!” “Sorry”, I said. “No-No. Don’t be sorry. It feels good. It just came as a surprise.” “Oh good. I like to provide surprises.” , I grinned. So I finished up that leg and put it back on the floor of the shower and picked up her other foot. She helped placing her foot on my other knee and I started washing it, just like the other leg. When I reached her pussy this time she was expecting me and I didn’t disappoint her. But, after I had washed that side of her pussy I put my hands around her hips and pulled her clit right into my mouth. “Wow, I wasn’t ready for that, either!” “I was just taste testing. It wouldn’t do to leave any soap in there. We wouldn’t want a soap rash, would we?” “Oh of course not. I guess I have never been taste tested before! I’m supposed to be the ‘pro’ here but you seem to be doing the teaching.” “Well, I guess it’s because I get as much enjoyment out of seeing my partners cumming as I do cumming myself.”
“Well, I guess it’s my turn to lather you up.” And, she did. Maria even tried my method of scooting her back down the wall and putting my foot on her knee and washing me from my foot to my crotch. She did a great job of washing my balls with the first leg. On the second leg she worked her way up to the top and saved washing my cock to the last. After a thorough washing she held my now steel hard cock in her hand and slipped it into her mouth. At first just the cap went in. But after a couple of short strokes she plunged my rather substantial cock to the back of her throat. She could take about a third of my cock. “I know I don’t do this very well, but I gag whenever I try to throat a cock.” “It’s OK. I think I only know one woman that can throat me”. She withdrew my cock so she could take a breath, took my cock back in her mouth. Her hand kept stroking the rest of my cock. Maria was an expert. I said, “If you do that one more time I will cum so hard I won’t be of any use for you ’til later.” She withdrew my cock completely and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want to do that.”, and she laughed. We toweled each other off and moved into the bedroom.
We shared the double bed that took up most of the bedroom.
Maria’s English was very good. I asked how see became so proficient. Maria said, “Well, most of my ‘dates’ are from North America. So I study in the English as a Second Language group.” I asked, “What is this study group?” “Since most ‘dates’ come from over sea’s nearly all working girls are learning or already speak a second language. Besides English there are study groups for Russ, Estonian and Portuguese. There are probably more. These are just the ones I know of.” “Your level is good enough to be teaching English.” She kind of blushed, “Well, I am a tutor for new girls just coming into the ‘business’.”
It was Sunday morning. We were laying in bed recovering from our latest ‘sexual exercise’ when Maria asked, “Will I be able to satisfy you for a whole month? You are using up most of my bag of tricks in the first three days!” I said, “Well, to tell you the truth, I have a fantasy I would like to share with you. Would you like to hear about it?” Maria sat up in bed and turned toward me allowing the sheet to drop to her waist exposing her beautiful petite breasts, “Yes. Tell me!” “Well.” I hesitated, “I would like to fuck a virgin.” “Caine, maybe you haven’t noticed, but there aren’t many virgins in Havana.” “I know, but, you told me yesterday there were many still in your home village.” Maria had shared with me that it took about a four hour bus ride to her home village. It was quite isolated and a very poor place. “Tell me how much does it cost for a family of four to buy enough food for a year?” Maria thought about it, and said, “It depends a lot on the current prices of food. They vary all the time. But, I think that $50US would usually do it.” I already had this information, but I wanted Maria to confirm it for me.
“Hmmm, how about if you took the bus home Tuesday, the stayed with your mom for a couple of days. If I gave you $100US, do you think you might be able to find a family that might trade a daughters virginity for $50US?” “Maybe, but, you said you would give me $100US?” “Yes, you spend what you need to on bus fares, clothes, I don’t know, any other ‘expenses’, and you get to keep the balance. I’m thinking maybe you could take the Thursday bus back maybe with a friend in tow for me?”
Maria thought about my offer. She said she knew of at least two girls that might work with. Both of them were younger than her, and lived in single parent families. Their dad’s had both been killed, and their mom’s could hardly make ends meet. Maria asked, “Do you have any other ‘requirements’ other than they be virgins?” “Not really, just that they won’t get me in trouble with the law. I think they ought to have the beginnings of some tits, you know I like them small.” Maria looked down at her barely B cups and blushed. “Hey, I’m not trying to make you feel bad. You have just what I like. Hmmm, maybe I should say they need to have at least a little bit of pussy bush growing, too.”
“OK. As long as their parents are OK with it, they have the beginnings of some tits and pussy hair they will be acceptable to you?” I thought for a minute and said, “Oh, YES!” Maria thought for a minute, “I am certain that the police will look the other way as long as the parents don’t complain, and they have the beginnings of a woman’s body. I know a couple of other girls here in Havana who started out when they were 9 and 10 years old. The law never hassled them. Their parents did not file any reports since the girls were both bringing in the only money the families made.” “Well, I’m not looking for anybody THAT young.”, as I got a mental picture of a nine year-old with hazelnut sized breasts and a little fuzzy pussy.
“OK. If I leave on the Tuesday morning bus I should be back Thursday late afternoon. The only thing is what are you going to do for those three days?” “I can just look after myself. I can go out and buy some food and bring it back here to cook it.”, I said. Maria was adamant, “No. That won’t work.” “Why not?”, I asked. “Because your Spanish is not good enough. You might get what you want, but probably not. And, if you do, it will be way over-priced if you try and buy it. No, I have another plan.”
Monday morning, after we had shared wake-up exercises, and our shower Maria said she had some errands to run and she would bring back some fresh fruit and things for lunch. We kissed and she headed out the door. Now I knew from my research that most girls did not have apartments but relied on their ‘dates’ to pay for hotel rooms for them to have a place to stay. Since I had found Maria I had not worried about that situation much.
About an hour before noon, I heard a key in the lock. When the door opened not only Maria came in, but another girl, too. She was a little shorter than Maria and could not weigh over 85 pounds. While there was no doubt of her womanly attributes (Her narrow red tube top and black, skin tight short shorts made that plain enough to see.) she had to be younger that Maria. Maria said, “Caine, I want you to meet Charlotta. Charlotta, this is Caine.” I greeted Charlotta not completely understanding what was going on. “Charlotta will be your maid, housekeeper and ‘companion’ while I am gone. She will do your shopping, laundry, and anything else you would like.” Maria smiled when she repeated, “…and anything else you would like.”
“Hmmm, does that mean I can’t go out in public while you are gone?” “Oh, No. Charlotta will just be your escort and ‘friend’ when you are out and about. By the way Charlotta likes to go out to a special swimming beach she knows about.” “What goes on there?”, I asked, already having a pretty good guess. Maria shocked me when she grinned and replied, “I don’t know! I have never been there. You will just have to ask Charlotta. By the way Charlotta is taking English as a Second Language class and wants to make sure that you tutor her and correct her English mistakes.”
‘Well, this certainly looks like a great situation both ways.”, I said, holding my arms out to Charlotta. She immediately set down the two shopping bags she was carrying, grinned, and came into my arms. As I hugged her, she returned the hug with a true full-body hug!!
After lunch, Charlotta gave me a hug and a kiss, and said, “I’ll come back tomorrow after Maria has left. You will have to let me in because Maria doesn’t have another key. I’ll bring about two days of food that I think you will like.” “Do I need to give you any money to buy the food?”, I asked. Maria broke in and said, “No Caine. I have that already taken care of.” After Charlotta left I asked Maria about the food, and other expenses that Charlotta and I might need to spend. “You can pay her public expenses. Bus fares, taxis, and food that you eat if you dine out. The deal I have for her is, she gets a place to crash and an English tutor. That and I am paying for the food she brings here and cooks for the two of you. Beyond that you could buy her a small gift, but not too often. Does that sound OK?” I thought for a few minutes then said, “Wait here a minute.” I went into the bedroom and dug through my backpack that served as my suitcase. I found what I was looking for and took it back out into the living room. I sat beside Maria I opened the small box. “I bought these in Cancun even though I didn’t have any particular use in mind for them.” I opened the box so Maria could see its contents. A dainty sterling chain with a single pearl drop was the first thing that caught her eye. Then, as I shifted some tissue paper around and you could see the set of earrings, again, in sterling. They had pearl drops that matched the necklace. Finally, in the bottom of the box was the bracelet. It too was sterling and pearls. All the pearls matched. “I could give her these. What do you think?”, I asked. “They’re beautiful! Were they for me?” “I bought them before I had ever met you. At the time I bought them I thought they might be for you, but not anymore.” Maria’s face fell, “You mean you wouldn’t have given them to me?” “Nope. They aren’t good enough for you.”, I said. Maria thought about that. Then gave me a big hug and a long kiss. She giggled like a little girl, and said, “Caine, I think this is the first time I ever hugged and kissed someone for not giving me a gift!”
“I think these would be very nice for Charlotta. Give her the necklace first. Then the second week the earrings, and finally the bracelet, but keep the ones you haven’t given her a secret so each new piece will be another surprise.”
Maria gave me a nice departing kiss and hug as she hurried out the door, “I must hurry so I can get a seat on the bus.” I ask, “I thought you said the bus doesn’t leave for another hour?” “I did, but all the seats will be taken a half hour before the bus leaves. Everybody else has to stand.” An hour later there was a knock on the door. I open it and greeted Charlotta. She had her hands full of shopping bags. I took some from her and we put everything in the kitchen. Then I got a great hug and kiss.
“What shall we do first?” , Charlotta asked. “Well, I haven’t taken my morning shower as yet.” , I respond. Charlotta grins, “How would you like someone to scrub your back?” “Only if I get to scrub your back!” , I answer. “OK” We go into the bedroom and I turn and kiss her again, “May I undress you?” , I ask. “Sure. Then I get to undress you though.” , Charlotta says. I start with her blouse. I unbutton it from the top down. The blouse material was thick enough that you could not see the her bra through it, but with the buttons undone I could see it is a very pretty rose color. I remark on its color, and I ask, “Do your panties match your pretty bra?” Charlotta giggled and said, “You’ll just have to undress me down there to find out, won’t you?”
I slip her blouse off her shoulders, fold it and hang it over the back of a chair. I can see that Charlotta has a bit more size to her tits than Maria has, even before I take her bra off. Sure enough, They are just about perfect B+ cups. I turn her around and unhook her bra. Then I put my hands on her back with my thumbs hooked on both shoulder straps. As I move my hands around from her back then under her arms both shoulder straps slide off. As I continue to move my hands around her chest I cup both her breasts in my hands and pull her back against me in a snug hug. Charlotta responds by backing her tight ass up against my dick. As she gyrates against me she can feel my beginning erection.
Roberto had made it a habit to stop by sometime each day to check on me and make certain all was well. I mentioned to him, (His English wasn’t as good as Maria’s or Charlotta’s, but very good enough for driving Norte Americano’s around.) that Charlotta and I were going to a beach to swim the next day, if this fine weather held. Roberto had a short conversation with Charlotta, then turned back to me. “OK, I will pick you up at 2 pm tomorrow and drive you to Charlotta’s beach, then I will come back at 6 pm to bring you home. I asked Roberto if he would get into trouble taking up so much time and gas running us around. He smiled and said, “No, my boss thinks I am really working hard when I tell him I have booked customers in advance. We do it all the time with arrivals at the airport. But, maybe, you could give me a little gas money, just so Maria doesn’t find out.” I laughed and said, “It will be our little secret.”
Roberto was good to his word and was right on time. The drive to the beach took about half an hour. Charlotta had packed us a little food and some canned juices. She also packed two beach towel apiece. Roberto dropped us off, getting our hamper out of the trunk and handing it to me to carry. Waving cheerfully, Roberto got back in his cab and drove away shouting, “Have a good time!!” and laughing until we couldn’t hear him anymore. The parking lot was small and rather unkept. Charlotta took me by the hand and led me over to a path through the trees and undergrowth. “The beach is out of sight from the land, and only people who want to see come close from the water. After about a five minute walk we came out of the undergrowth and onto a sandy beach. The beach curved around in a crescent shape with two tiny headlands of rock out in the water. The crescent beach was probably a mile long. There were couples and small groups scattered all around. Some people were swimming, all were nude. Charlotta said, “Come on. I see some people I know over this way.” Still holding hands we made for her friends, who, when seeing Charlotta, began to yell and wave to us. When we got to their spot everyone stood up as Charlotta introduced me around. Each lady there came up and gave me a full-body hug. I said, “This is rather embarrassing to be being hugged by all you beautiful women and me with all my clothes still on.” Two of the ladies laughed and said, “Well, well. We need to take care of that, right now!”, and with that they relieved me of all my clothes in something around fifteen seconds. The guys were eyeing Charlotta, but she knew what was coming and stripped off her clothes even before I was naked. However, in my case, all the ladies came back and re-introduced themselves, complete with ‘new’ hugs!
Charlotta explained that I was a ‘friend’ from ‘the country to the north’ and that I only spoke a little Spanish, but that I was helping tutor her in English. This brought positive nods from the group. Two girls and one guy said they, too, were studying English and would I please correct them if they made mistakes.
Charlotta asked me if I would like to go for a swim with her? I got up from where we were sitting, took her hand and we walked down and into the water. I guess I had not thought about what the water temperature might be in this part of the world. I certainly didn’t expect it to be as warm as it was. Charlotta and I splashed, swam and played in the water for about a half hour. We were both getting a little tired. I was standing on the sandy bottom with water about up to my armpits when Charlotta swam up to me, put her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. A great kiss punctuated Charlotta’s question, “Can we fuck out here in the water?” “Well, the water has made me a little soft. Do you suppose you could do something about that?” “Oh yes!”, and she took a large breath and lowered herself down into the water, using her amazing mouth and started me on the path to real ‘hardness’. We spent about another half hour out in the water. When we came ashore, holding hands, Charlotta’s friends immediately began teasing us even before we were all the way back to our towels. The girls all wanted to know if Charlotta had left any for them. While the guys all wanted to know if I needed any help ‘satisfying’ Charlotta. One girl didn’t wait for answers. Anna jumped up and ran to us, and practically jumped into my arms, planted a big kiss on me and asked, “How about me next?” I looked over and said, “Charlotta?” She responded with a big smile and, “It’s a free country.”, and everybody laughed at the big joke. Anna grabbed a beach towel in one hand, and my hand with her other hand, and said, “Come on, we need a little part privacy.” “Do you mean, ‘A little more privacy?” “Sí, and thank you for correcting me.” We headed for the tree line, but not toward the trail we had come in on. Anna took us to a little nitch in the undergrowth. It was a very private little spot about ten feet in diameter. The only way anyone one would even see in was by coming in. Anna spread out the large beach towel on the smooth sand and sat down on it. She then extended her arms up to me. I took her hands in mine and let her guide me until I was sitting beside her on the towel.
Anna was a little older than Charlotta. She was 19, about 5″ 5″ and probably about 125 pounds She had long blonde hair. Her eyes were a very pale blue and her skin was the lightest shade of brown that I had seen on the island. “Are you from Scandinavia?” “No. I’m Cuban, but my father was from Norway. I never knew him.” There was no fat showing anywhere on her body. Just muscles. When Anna leaned toward me I met her and we shared a nice kiss. Anna took my right hand and pulled it up and onto her right breast, “I like to have these massaged. Do you give good massages?” “I’m not a professional, but people say I do a good job.” With that I laid her back on the towel and began a true massage of her right breast. I started at the base, squeezing and kneading her. As my hand would slip toward her nipple I would move my hands and start a her breast base. After about five round trips I was clear up to her nipple. Holding her breast tightly I brought my mouth down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, using my lips to hold it as I pulled up and away with my mouth. By the third cycle of this and Anna was wreathing on the beach towel. I let my hands slide off her right breast and slid them across to her left breast, and started all over again. Anna reached down and began massaging her clit. “Oh, you really are good. Maria told me you were also big and long.” “Well, I don’t know about now. Charlotta just drained me about ten minutes ago.” Anna said, “Hmmm. Just let me worry about that.”
I finished her left breast and she sat up, pushing me into the down position on the towel. She moved to her knees placing her mouth over my dick. I understood that some women could actually ‘throat a man’. I had only been throated once. And not very deeply. However, I didn’t think I ever expected to meet someone who could ‘accept me’ since I am known as ‘quite large’ [I have to be careful here. Others have told me this. I do not wish to be consider a bragger.], and didn’t think anyone would attempt it on me. Anna was about to prove me wrong. She took my semi-limp dick into her mouth, and began swallowing my cap. I had never felt anything like that before. Anna was good for 30 to 45 seconds before she would withdraw me from her mouth and take a breath. By the third cycle she had me hard as a steel bar.
The amazing thing was, she was actually swallowing almost half my cock! I said, “Anna, another cycle or two and I’m gonna cum!” “Oh no! I get you in my pussy for your load!” At that point she moved very fast. In a single motion she positioned herself over me and lowered herself onto my shaft. I was concerned about her not being wet enough yet. Not an issue. Anna impaled herself on my cock in one great thrust. Then began a leisurely pumping of my dick. “Caine, how long can you hold out?” “What do you mean?” I didn’t understand if she was trying to rush me, or get me to hold on longer. “I would like to cum first, Caine. But I want you to cum soon after me.” “Oh. Ok. I think I can hold out for a couple of minutes, if that’s what you mean.” “Yes, yes, yes. Hold out for me.”, as she kept moving up and down my shaft. Shortly thereafter Anna screamed, “I’M CUMMING!!” Which was a good thing, because her muscle contractions just about pulled my cum out of me. I mean, I was pumping, but I never had a woman who’s vaginal muscles were so strong as to milk me.
And that’s where Charlotta found us. Anna on top of me with my arms around her. Both of us sound to sleep. “Come on my lover boy. It’s time to pack up and meet Roberto in about ten minutes.” I woke up and tried to remember what had happened. After just having Charlotta, then Anna, I realized I had never been drained this completely in my Life. We had to wake Anna up so I could get out from under her. As she awoke I asked her a question, “Anna, I think I heard you mention Maria when we were just getting started. Did I hear you correctly?” Anna smiled and said, “Maria and I have been friends for years. She told me how big you were and she thought we might have a good ‘fit’. I will have to thank her. She is correct. And, thank you for one of the greatest fucks I have ever had.” “No, I must thank you I have never been throated like that, and I’ll probably never have it topped. Thank You.”
Charlotta cut in, “OK. Enough thank you’s. Caine, we have to go.” We went, waving to the rest of Charlotta’s friends as we walked passed them, and got to the parking lot with five minutes to spare to find Roberto waiting for us. On the way into town I asked Roberto if we were late? “Oh no. My last fare took me almost half way to the beach, so I just came out here and took a little nap, but, don’t tell my boss.”
I laughed and said, “It will be our little secret.”
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Three young adults explore budding lust
My name is Tom, and my wife Linda and I have been married for 25 years. We met in high school, married at 20, and had kids young, so we are only 45 years old and already our kids our in college and the nest is empty. Most of our friends still have kids in middle school, so we consider ourselves lucky in that respect.
My wife and I married for love, not sex, and have had a happy life together. That said, we have very different sexual appetites. It’s not that my wife doesn’t have a healthy sex drive, we still make love frequently and I bet more often than most couples our age, but Linda’s idea of sex is limited to missionary-position lovemaking.
I, on the other hand, have a whole plethora of perverted desires, all of which I would love to explore with my wife, and her refusal to even so much as roll over and do it doggy-style has led me to more frustrated jerk off sessions alone in the bathroom than I care to count. And finally, after 25 years, I’ve snapped. I can’t take it any longer. I’ve spent my entire life not receiving the sexual satisfaction I crave, and goddamnit, I’m not going to stand for it any longer!
But I won’t cheat on my wife. I love her and respect her too much to be unfaithful. But it is that same type of love and respect for me that should make her willing to indulge my desires. This may sound selfish, but after 25 plus years of being with the beautiful woman (my wife was still beautiful and very sexy) and not being able to have her like I want, I simply can’t handle it anymore.
So I decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. For our 25th anniversary we had decided to take a Caribbean cruise. I decided that this would be the turning point, that everything would change out on the open ocean, and that we would return a totally different couple no matter what.
Let me first describe myself and Linda. I am white, medium height and built decently. I am not Herculean but I’m in much better shape than many of the overweight men my age. I also sport a considerable sized cock, probably only slightly longer than average length but thick and strong, and I’ve always suspected that Linda was a little afraid of my cock. Maybe if I was small she would be more willing to let it explore her without fear of it hurting her, but oh well. Linda is Asian, of Japanese decent, and has aged very well. She had long black hair, full C-cup breasts that she always covered modestly, and a full and shapely ass that drove me crazy. It was larger than it was when she was 20, of course, but that only made it seem more juicy and desirable to me.
We boarded the ship in Miami and I was eager to take my wife to our cabin and get down to business. But the first day aboard Linda didn’t want to spend any time in our cabin. So we walked the decks, explored the different accommodations and attractions, and casually met some other passengers. Most of the women were already dressed in skimpy clothing, not attractive on everyone but certainly a number of women looked amazing, and Linda was her modest self, dressed in Capri-pants and a loose fitting blouse. The only bathing suit she brought was a one-piece, and I was relieved to see a small store on ship was selling bikinis. When we finally made it to our cabin we were constantly interrupted, first by the safety briefing, then by our baggage arriving, until finally it was dinner time. I knew my plans would have to wait a while.
While Linda and I were cruising alone, we had were seated with another couple at dinner. Their names were Mark and Tara and they were about our age by the looks of them. Tara was a fine looking woman, with short blond hair and a voluptuous body that excited my desires, covered only by a loose and decently revealing summer dress. I tried desperately to keep my gaze from lingering on her deep cleavage, a teaser view of what looked to be two large and heavy breasts, but I found myself enraptured by her. Mark was a tall man with a broad and genuine smile. He was not fat but carried a little more weight than I around the middle.
Dinner went swimmingly, Mark and Tara were outgoing and friendly. I detected some flirtation in the conversation, but Linda seemed unfazed and later said she really enjoyed their company. While I did as well, I was still a little disappointed when they asked us to join them at a show after dinner, since that meant I would have to wait even longer to be alone with Linda. By the time the show ended, surrounded by these two beautiful women and with deviant plans bouncing around my head, I could hardly wait to get Linda into our cabin before violating her.
We said good evening to Mark and Tara and I hustled Linda to our room. She expressed desires to walk the decks at night and enjoy the evening air, and I promised her we would, but I insisted on later when the ship was quieter.
I closed the door behind us and Linda sat on the corner of the bed, casually removing her shoes. I stepped in front of her, standing close, and she looked up at me with questioning eyes.
“What are you…” she started, but she paused as I unbuttoned my pants and freed my cock. “My, my, my, is that what you have in mind?” She began to lean back, planning to lay on the bed in the usual missionary, but I caught the back of her head and pulled her close. Her nose bumped the head of my cock and she looked up at me in surprise.
“Suck it,” I ordered.
She chuckled. “Tom, you know I don’t like to do that.” She tried to lean back again but I held strong, keep her face an inch from my cock.
“Suck it,” I commanded. “You never suck my cock.”
“What are you talking about? I do all the time!”
I shook my head. “No, you kiss it, or lick it, just to make me hard, so then we can have sex. I want you to suck my cock. When’s the last time you made me cum with your mouth?” The answer was never, it disgusted Linda.
“Eww, Tom, what’s gotten into you? I mean, what are you trying to say? You know how I feel about that, so gross…” Linda carried on with her protest until I quieted her with my cock. I jammed her mouth down on it, in mid sentence, and stifled her complaints. She looked shocked and in her surprise she gagged, even though I wasn’t very deep inside. Both my hands were resting firmly on the back of her head and held her steady. She tried to pull free or slip away, but my grasp held strong and my cock remained in her mouth.
“Now,” I was going to explain my feelings to her, right then and there, to let her know exactly what was going on. “You haven’t sucked my cock in 25 years. In 25 years, you haven’t let me fuck you.”
Linda moaned a protest. “Oh we’ve had sex, but we have never, ever fucked. And I can’t take it anymore.”
I began pushing her head down, with much resistance, but I was stronger and able to force her mouth to work. The warm pleasure of my wife’s mouth, like I’d never felt it, was heaven.
“You’re so beautiful, so sexy,” I said as I worked Linda’s head up and down on my cock, “and for 25 years you’ve been a major fucking cock tease. Well no more. I’m going to get the satisfaction I deserve, and you’re going to give it to me. If I want to fuck your sweet pussy, then I’m going to grab you and fuck you.” Linda was trying to resist and argue her side of the story, but my thrusting cock made it impossible. “If I want you to suck my cock then you will suck my cock. You will eat my cum, no questions asked.” Linda made a grossed-out face at this remark. “And so help me I will fuck that amazing ass any time I want.”
Linda’s eyes shot wide open and she began to fight when she heard this. It goes without saying that Linda had never let my cock, or any other part of me, any where near her asshole. But that would change. Linda pushed against me with both hands and tried to pull her mouth free. She didn’t bite, thankfully, but she reeled from me, trying to keep her tongue and lips from offering me any pleasure. I took both her wrists in one hand and jammed her face down with the other. Her mouth gave, spreading wide and engulfing my cock. She had quit fighting, and her face looked blank as I worked her mouth up and down my shaft.
“I’ve spent so many nights masturbating in the bathroom, while such a beautiful and sexy woman was only a few feet away, because you wouldn’t let me have you like I wanted. That’s no way to live, that’s no kind of marriage, and I won’t have it anymore.” I continued to pump her face on me and as I said this I saw a look in Linda’s eyes, a look that I think displayed some empathy for my situation. I felt her tongue work a little more, trying to please her husband.
As my orgasm approached I spoke again. “This is what I want, baby, you’re my fucking wife and if I want it then goddammnit I’m going to get it.” I pushed her head down again and thrust up, punching my cock into Linda’s throat. She gagged and gurgled and the pleasure was overwhelming. I bucked and rocked and finally fired, an explosion of cum bursting into Linda’s mouth.
Linda looked furious and she fought hard to avoid my load. I held her steady and continued to pump, wave after wave of thick cum pouring into her mouth. Linda made loud and wet moaning noises as my cum filled her mouth for the first time. It began to dribble out and I knew if I released she would spit it all out, which was unacceptable. As I finally finished I held strong, holding my spent cock in her mouth along with a healthy volume of cum. Linda tried to pull away but couldn’t. Her cheeks were full and she scowled at me as my sperm swam across her tongue.
I reached down and plugged her nose. She was startled and began to gasp for air. Her throat opened and my cum slid down into her stomach. Confident that my load had drained into her, I pulled my cock out and released her. Linda spat and coughed, wiping her mouth before shooting up and slapping me hard.
“Goddammnit Tom!” she cried, rushing past me and into the bathroom. I heard her spitting in vain, swearing at me the whole time, and then brush her teeth. I put my boxers back on but took the rest of my clothes off and waited for her to emerge.
Linda was a whirlwind of profanity and anger like I’d never seen before. She slapped me and ranted on about how fucked up this all was. She almost never swore, until tonight. I just stood my ground and smiled. Eventually she stopped and looked confused.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Listen,” I said, “I know this will take a little bit for you to get used to, but this is how it’s going to be. For a quarter century we’ve done everything your way. From now on we do it my way. This isn’t a discussion, that’s just how it’s going to be from now on. You can fight it, or you can join it and have some fun with me, but either way I’m getting what I want. Now, I’m going to lie down here and watch some TV, you can say what you need to say or whatever but you’re not leaving the room, and when you’re done you just come lay next to me so I can enjoy that fucking body of yours, ok?”
“No, no, it’s not ok!” Linda shouted. She began arguing again but I did as I said, lying on the bed and ignoring her rant. She stomped around the room for another minute or two but gave up, since I wasn’t even registering her complaints, and she went out to the balcony. She closed herself out there and stood against the railing, watching the stars and the waves.
Linda didn’t move for a half hour. Finally, she caved. She opened the balcony door and walked back into the room. She looked sullen and dejected but didn’t say a word. She crawled into bed next to me and put her head on my chest.
“Tom, I…” she began but I silenced her.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Linda.” She nodded gently. I reached my hand around behind her and grasped her ass firmly. Ah, her ass was soft and full and I had longed for it for so many years. Linda had never allowed any anal play and didn’t even seem to want me to fondle her ass during foreplay. Now she laid there, eyes closed and silent, as I kneaded and squeezed her luscious ass.
I slid her dress up and felt her soft panties. “Off,” I said, and Linda complied by reaching down and pushing her panties to her ankles. I caressed and enjoyed her smooth skin, taking generous handfuls of her ass and squeezing. I spanked her gently, enjoying the way her ass trembled with each strike. I then reached my hand further down and Linda lifted her leg up to give me access.
My fingers met her soft pubic hair and I played across the surface of her vagina. I loved Linda’s pussy, it was tight and juicy, and I longed to explore it in other ways than just missionary. I felt Linda’s wetness coating my fingers, even though she was still and unresponsive, and I plunged two fingers into her warm pussy. This made Linda jump and bite her lip. She had never wanted to be fingered before, said it was crass, but now she took it.
My fingers wiggled and probed, digging into her pussy and feeling things my fingers had never felt in her before. She moaned and sighed into my chest and, though she wasn’t ready to admit it, she was loving it. Her moans became stifled shouts when I found her G-spot, and my busy middle finger quickly worked her to orgasm. Linda bucked and thrust her hips as her pussy trembled and came. She clamped tight around my fingers, like she always did around my cock when I made her cum, and screamed so loud I’m sure the neighbors heard us. Fingering my now submissive wife had turned me on and my cock was straining in my boxers.
I sat up and told Linda to get on her hands and knees. She did, slowly and reluctantly, and looked at me with concern in her eyes. I knelt in front of her face and pulled my hard cock out.
“Suck my cock,” I said. She opened her mouth slowly and closed her eyes as she lowered it onto my throbbing cock. Her warm mouth was wonderful, and for a few moments I just knelt there, loving every second of her bobbing mouth on my cock. Linda was inexperienced at this, but she sucked me lovingly and drove me wild.
Lust overcame me as Linda continued to suck my cock. The thousands of nuanced fantasies I’d had over all these years were all yearning to be purged at once, and my hands worked feverishly over her body. First I pulled her dress down roughly and freed her hanging tits. Linda instinctively moved one hand to cover them but I restrained her. I kneaded and held her full tits and played with her nipples. She had large aureole with little hard nipples in the middle. She had always said she didn’t get any pleasure from her nipples before, but she moaned as I pinched and flicked them, and at this point the only thing I cared about was my own pleasure.
I then pulled her dress bottom up to her waist to expose her naked ass. It was pointed high in the air and looked to die for. I leaned forward, pushing my cock deep into her throat as I did, and squeezed it with both hands. I spread her luscious ass and saw her tiny brown hole, naked and exposed like I’d never seen it before. I was determined to be inside her, everywhere at once, and I reached for her with both hands. With my left hand I pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, eliciting a gurgling moan around my cock, while my right index finger circled her tight asshole. Linda quivered with fear, she had always said there was no chance in hell of anything ever entering her ass.
I massaged her tiny hole lovingly, wanting to fuck it and love it and devour it all at once. Finally I pushed, my finger meeting stiff resistance but making slow progress down into her dark depths. Linda cried around my cock. Her asshole felt amazing around my finger and I knew it would be heaven for my cock. I pushed despite her obvious clenching and attempts to keep me out. My finger finally was in to the knuckle and Linda was producing sharp and repeated cries with each twitch of my finger. I pulled my two fingers of my left hand out of her pussy and replaced them with the middle and ring finger of my right hand. I savored the flavors of her off my fingers before reaching down and holding the back of her head still.
This position, my wife on her knees and elbows with my fingers jammed in her ass and pussy and my cock rammed into her mouth, was perfect for a strong fucking. My wife had never been violated like this before, not even close, and she was a constant source of pained cries and pleased moans.
I placed my left hand firmly on the back of her head and began to fuck Linda’s mouth. Her throat clenched each time my cock bumped it, and she gagged and drooled as I assaulted her mouth. I began pumping with my right hand, thrusting all three fingers in and out of her tight holes repeatedly, and Linda was shaking with sensations she’d never felt before. My head was buzzing with fantasies; from ass fucking my wife, to unloading in her throat, to fucking her doggy style, to double stuffing her like this with another man. What? I’d never considered my wife fucking another man, but at this moment, I imagined her on all fours like this, gagging on my cock while a stranger pumped her from behind like my fingers were doing. I suddenly pictured Mark, from dinner, railing my wife’s pussy while she sucked me, and his wife Tara slipped her fingers into Linda’s ass to join us, and the image sent me flying to orgasm.
I thrust hard with my hips and jammed my fingers in as deep as I could. I interrupted Linda’s shocked cry with a stream of hot cum. My semen launched from me and landed deep in Linda’s throat like never before. I imagined Linda trying to handle more than one load of cum, I imagined Mark dumping his load in her pussy at the same time as I flooded her mouth, and the image brought wave after wave of cum up from my balls. My second orgasm dwarfed my first, and cum was spewing from the sides of Linda’s mouth. She swallowed weakly, still not enjoying feasting on my cum, and I stuffed my cock into her throat to force it down.
Linda was spent and speechless. My load had been enormous and a large pool of cum had escaped her mouth and gathered on the bed sheet. I pushed her head down, not violently but with authority, and told her to clean up the mess. She did, reluctantly licking up the slippery globs.
We cleaned up and went to bed. Linda passed out immediately, but my head was spinning as I imagined all the possible scenarios. I convinced myself to find out tomorrow if Mark and Tara were swingers.
In the middle of the night I awoke to use the bathroom. When I returned to the main cabin room, I stopped to gaze at my wife. It was hot, no surprise in the Caribbean, and she had slept naked as I’d instructed. I pulled back the thin sheet to admire her body. The moonlight illuminated her and I watched her delicious breasts heave with each breath. My cock was rising in my boxers and I hatched another devious plan, one that would end with me finally burying my cock in my wife’s supple ass.
I pulled my cock out of my shorts and stood over Linda. She looked beautiful, as always, and I began to stroke. I pictured my Linda, now at my beckon call, being used like a slut. With every passing moment my fantasy became more base and perverted. It started with Linda, on her knees, screaming as my cock expanded her virgin asshole. Then it transitioned to a vision of Linda lashing her tongue in and out of the luscious Tara’s pussy while Mark and I took turns pummeling Linda’s soaking pussy. The more I thought about the years of sexual frustration, the more I wanted to turn Linda into a whore. Next I pictured more strange men, from here on the ship, stuffing Linda in every hole. Soon I imagined a crowd of horny men, cocks out and hard, lining up to abuse my wife.
I couldn’t take anymore. I leaned in close to Linda’s face and a long stream of cum jettisoned from my cock. I sprayed cum on my sleeping wife, all over her face, into her hair, her ear, across her lips, and down her neck and chest. Linda was exhausted from the night’s activities and never woke up, exactly as I had hoped. I went to sleep next to my wife, who slept in a sea of my cum, waiting eagerly for the morning.
“What the? Oh, shit, Tom, what the fuck?” I awoke to a stream of profanity as Linda discovered my dried cum caked all over her. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom and I followed her, dropping my shorts as I went. She bent over the sink and began splashing water on her face and neck. I sat directly behind her, on the toilet seat, not to use the bathroom but to enjoy the view. My cock was standing tall as my wife’s naked ass was on display, bent over, at face level. I grabbed it with both hands and spread her cheeks.
“Fuck, Tom, fuck!” she cried as I lunged at her asshole, ramming my tongue into it and savoring the taste. Linda squirmed uneasily as I licked her ass lustfully, preparing her hole for my cock. She protested some but seem resigned to accept my will.
When convinced her hole was as wet and ready as it ever would be, I pulled my tongue out and leaned back. I grabbed Linda’s hips and pulled her roughly toward me. She yelped as I brought her asshole down onto my cock. The force of her guided fall broke the initial resistance of her anus and the head of my cock popped in. Linda screamed, her ass had never been open that wide, and I pulled her down. Linda protested and flailed as she slid down my cock, slowly and painfully. Her asshole clenched and she strained her legs to try to stand up, but I was too strong for her. I continued to drag her down, my cock forcing deeper with each inch, until she caved.
Linda’s mouth was wide open in a silent scream. I pulled her until her soft ass cheeks were sitting firmly on my hips, my cock buried in her ass. I gyrated my hips, trying to eek out a few more millimeters of depth. Linda was beyond sound, she thrashed her head and bit her lips but couldn’t produce a scream or cry. Satisfied that I’d found the deepest point of Linda’s tight ass, I began to bounce her on my cock. The feelings were intense and her previously virgin ass tried desperately to accommodate my girth.
I knew I wouldn’t last long in Linda’s ass, so I took this opportunity to fuck it good. I would fuck it many more times, I told her, as often as I wanted. Then I surprised her by standing up abruptly, pushing her over the sink and burying my cock deeper in her than ever before. She screamed and I joined her, flexing and exploding a substantial load into her violated ass. I spurted my cum deep in her where it had never before been, and I promised her I’d do it again and again, whether she liked it or not.
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A man seduces a widow and her daughters. Features an all black cast. No interracial. All other cliches apply.
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Big Sis Katrina takes Lil Sis Karmen on a short Sunday ride that will give Karmen enough memories for a lifetime.
Fanfiction. Characters belong to riot cuz this is LoL
Originally published by Almanorek at FanFiction.net under the Title ‘Eleven/Rose Oneshot’
This version of the text has been edited for grammar and spelling by ‘Last Centurion’. It includes
numerous small changes as well as some larger changes such as referring to the Doctors as the Meta Crisis Doctor, the Tenth Doctor’s Duplicate, and just plainly the Doctor instead of Eleven or Ten as originally written. Other changes include and increase in explicit language. I believe that these changes for the whole are better and take a decent story to an entirely different level.
In Rose’s Timeline this is set immediately after ‘Journey’s End’. In the Eleventh Doctor’s Timeline this is set immediately after ‘The Doctor’s Wife’.
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“But… What? No, that’s impossible. Why would he?…” Rose stammered, staring at the slowly materializing TARDIS that was manifesting itself mere feet away from where it had left minutes ago. She grasped the Meta-Crisis Doctor’s hand tightly, anxious and confused.
The blue police box turned quiet. The turning of a lock was heard, and Eleventh Doctor stepped out of it, adjusting his bow tie, with a grin on his face. “Rose Tyler! Wonderful to see you. You don’t look a day older than when I left. Come to think of it, neither do I. You’re… Also wearing the same clothes. Interesting. And…” He turned his head to his right. “The indent that the TARDIS made in the sand is still here. Rose, how long have I been gone, exactly?”
“About three minutes, give or take. It’s quite odd, really. You made a big speech and basically said I’d never see you again. That is you, right, Doctor?”
“Three minutes?!” The voice came from inside the TARDIS. Amy stormed out, an angry look on her face. “You leave a little girl waiting outside of her house for a crazy man in a box and don’t come back for a decade, but you can hop across universes and return to your girlfriend after being gone for three minutes?”
Eleven took a step back, then quickly recovered. “Ah, yes, Rose Tyler, meet Amy Pond. Amy Pond, Rose Tyler. Do try and get along. Maybe you can bond over a mutual, irrational, ludicrous hatred of bow ties.”
The Tenth Doctor’s Duplicate had a bewildered look on his face. “How exactly did you get here? You can’t travel between parallel worlds like this. The void isn’t meant to be crossed.”
Eleven broke out into a large smile. “Ah, yes, well, the void wasn’t crossed. During our travels I received a psychic distress beacon, which led me to a pocket universe that fed on TARDIS’. Long story short, that universe is equidistant from our original one, and this one. Our TARDIS, long story short, informed me of this when Pond here saw me, erm, a bit sullen, and suggested that we try and reunite, ‘after all this time’.”
Amy crossed her arms. “I expected two years of difference, not three minutes.”
“Yes, but now we have two Doctors and one Rose, me. How exactly are we going to deal with this?” Ten took a step closer to Rose and put an arm around her shoulder.
Eleven rubbed his hands together with anticipation. “Ah, yes, see, wonderful thing about that. Turns out that Donna, your Time Lord-y other half, was keeping you ‘stable’ so to speak. Not that you’d fall apart into ectoplasmic goo, or anything like that, but you’re sort of like a drawing without an outline at this point. No harm done until someone comes along…” He walked forward, and placed a hand on Ten’s temple. “And mixes the colors…”
The light of regeneration began to pour out of the Meta-Crisis Doctor. It burned jets of flame into the air, which curved and began to flow into the Eleventh. Rose stepped back, bordering on horror, as her Doctor’s duplicate melted away, leaving only one Doctor where there was once two. Eleven stretched and yawned, emitting a few crackling noises as he twisted. Rose ran forward and grabbed him by his tweed jacket. “The thing. The thing you said three minutes before. Does it need saying?”
The Doctor placed his hands on Rose’s hips, the fire of love rekindled in his eyes. “No, I don’t think it needs saying. But I’ll say it anyway. Rose Tyler, I love you.”
The two embraced, and deeply kissed each other, while their assorted companions watched, awkwardly.
“I’m sorry, did I miss anythi-” Rory cut himself off as he stepped out of the TARDIS and watched the events unfold. “Ah, yes. Yes I did. Who is that girl and why is the Doctor trying to devour her face?”
Jackie looked around. “Should… Should we go? And leave you two to each other? This feels rather odd. I mean, I’m happy for you, really, but I feel like maybe we should get off of this frankly gray and boring beach.”
Rose pulled away from the Doctor, blushing. “Jeeze, mum, could you give us some privacy?”
Jackie turned away. “No, don’t mind me, dear. I’ll just go with your father and we can have icky adult sex back home.”
“Mum! I didn’t need to know that!”
“And I didn’t need to see you snogging with the Doctor!”
The Doctor straightened his bow tie. “In my defense, I did, by your perspective, save the human race just a few minutes ago. And I’ve done a lot since then, too, I don’t mind mentioning.”
Pete fished through his pockets and procured a jingling key ring. He tossed it to Rose, who eyed it curiously. “There’s the key to our house. You two run along. I’m no fool, I know what’s going to happen. But you’ve earned it. Both of you. Things are peaceful here, for the most part. We can spare a day without the Doctor.”
Amy and Rory watched, bewildered, as the scene unfolded. The former spoke up. “Oy, Doctor, what exactly are we supposed to do while the two of you shag? We don’t exactly know what’s going on in this ‘second’ Earth. What if I eat some fish fingers and grow a second head?”
The Doctor turned to his current companions. “You two have nothing to worry about. It’s a parallel Earth. Parallel. Not perpendicular. Not orthogonal. This is simple geometry, Pond. The only problem you have to worry about with fish fingers is mercury poisoning. And only if you get that cheap imported kind.”
Without a word, Rose grabbed on to the Doctor’s sleeve and began pulling him away from the shore. Amy called after him, though she was quickly calmed by Rory, while Pete and Jackie held each other. Jackie sighed. “I suppose I’ll have to do extra laundry tonight.”
Whisked away from the companion of his friends and her family, the fated couple made their way to Pete’s estate, which the Doctor noted had been changed significantly since the last time he had seen it, on account of restorations necessary for the damage done by rampaging Cybermen. Rose unlocked the front door using the key her father had given her, and with the same force, pulled the Doctor inside and locked the door behind him.
“Well, Doctor, welcome to my home. It’s not exactly bigger on the inside, but it’s still pretty bloody big. And it has just as many rooms as the TARDIS.” She grinned at him. “Let’s go see how the bedrooms compare, shall we?”
She pulled the silent, but willing man up a large, ornate staircase, down a twisting corridor, and into an amphitheatre of a bedroom. In the center lay an enormous, plush bed, covered in red silken sheets and blankets. The pillows were thick with the feathers of some unknown bird, and covered in velvet of the same color. The entire piece of furniture was draped in a large transparent curtain that Rose disappeared behind, becoming a silhouette.
The Doctor looked around, curious. He saw a wall made entirely of doors. Presumably closets. On his left, a dresser. A single drawer lay open, out of which a floppy purple dildo leaned. On his right, a hot tub, currently empty, though surrounded by so many spigots that he doubted it would take more than five minutes to completely fill. The sides were entirely perforated, implying that jets would come on in every direction.
He returned his attention to the shadow of his long lost love by the bed, which began removing pieces of clothing from itself. It then proceeded to lie across the bed, and hold a hand out, beckoning him. “Come on, Doctor. I’ve had an itch for a long time now, and I need you to cure it.”
From Rose’s point of view, the Doctor moved off to the right, then came back, quickly. “What were you doing?” She smiled at him questioningly.
“Erm, nothing. Taking off my glasses.”
“And you left them by the dresser?”
“Yes. The dresser. It’s where I put all of my glass-related eyewear. Now, you were saying?”
Rose giggled, then placed a hand onto the Doctor’s chest. “Doctor, tell me, how long have you wanted to be in this position?”
He placed his over hers, and looked directly into her eyes. “Oh, for the longest time, Rose. But between the Daleks and the Cybermen and the adventures that seem to last forty-five minutes at a time, I just couldn’t find the right moment.”
Rose rolled onto her back and splayed her arms out, turning her head to continue facing him. “Well… There aren’t any evil monsters now. Come save your damsel in distress.”
He leaned over her, running a hand through her hair. “And what exactly is distressing her?”
“She’s sick. She needs a Doctor.”
The Doctor lowered, his lips landing on hers. Rose met to meet him, forcefully pushing her face at the one she had waited years to touch so intimately. With her right hand, she grabbed a handful of blanket, and then rolled to her left, landing on top of the Doctor and pulling the covers over the both of them.
From on top, Rose pressed her groin into his, rubbing cloth on cloth, feeling him get hard beneath her. She allowed herself to fall onto his chest, instead using her hands to feel his oddly shaped hair. “Is it always like this or do you use some kind of gel now?”
He grabbed her hands in his and pulled them downwards. “Have you always made fun of the way I looked or is it just now?”
As he let go, her hands moved to caressing his shoulders, while his snaked under her shirt and felt her breasts under her bra. He reached to her back and unclasped it, then rolled back, straddling himself above her. He began to rub her from underneath, feeling her nipples harden from the stimulation.
“Alright, Doctor. Surprise me.” Rose flashed a smile, and then pulled one of the pillows onto her face, obscuring her lover from her vision, but still reacting to every feeling of him touching her.
Without seeing, Rose felt her pants being removed. They slid down her legs, which rose into the air ever so slightly as they passed over her feet. Her panties only came down far enough to reveal herself to him. Her pussy lips flared out slightly and she felt the Doctor run his finger up and down them slowly. He brushed his thumb brush against the patch of light blonde hair she kept above her pussy. She was so wet from his teasing.
She then felt herself being entered, bucking ever so slightly at the feeling of his cock. The Doctor settled inside of her. He then began to thrust in and out, rhythmically. She clenched the pillow to her face, allowing its scented velvet to fill her nostrils.
Rose fell into the rhythm herself, forcing herself forward as he went inward, trying harder and harder to touch her groin to his, but it seemed as if she could never reach it. Regardless, the two picked up pace. Rose began to moan from pleasure.
She climaxed, arching her back hard and throwing her arms out to her sides, crying out. The Doctor slowed, stopped, and pulled himself out from her. She pulled the pillow off of her face. “What, was I not good enough to make you finish too?”
From behind his back, he pulled out the purple dildo he had seen hanging out of his dresser on the way in. It was slicked with fluids. “Look familiar?”
“You sneaky bastard. So, what, you’re not going to do me, then?”
“Oh, no, Rose Tyler, I intend to. But not here. No, not here. Over there. To my right. About nine feet.”
Without another word, the Doctor spun off of the bed. Rose watched his silhouette run off and begin encircling the hot tub, leaning down slightly. Rushing water began to echo through the room, and with each of the Doctor’s steps, another pouring chimed in.
Rose stepped out of the bed’s curtain, wearing only a shirt now, panties around her ankles, to see the Doctor turn the final faucet on. Water was rushing in to the hot tub from dozens of spigots, and was filling quickly. Still silent, the Doctor took a single step into the hot tub and allowed himself to sink, making a small splash and settling against one of the walls.
Rose took another step forward. “You’re mad!” The Doctor was still wearing his clothes, which were now completely soaked.
“Yes, I’m a mad man with a box come on we’ve been over this already now get in the hot tub.”
Rose stepped out of her panties and took her shirt off. Completely nude, she began to turn the nozzles off one by one. By the time the last one was shut, the hot tub was full. Before finally stepping in, she pressed a single button by its edge. Jets began to fire from every inch of inside of the tub, creating a cacophony of bubbles and force. She then settled down next to the Doctor, who put a wet, tweed-covered arm around her shoulder.
The Doctor removed himself from her and began to remove his sopping clothing, tossing the pieces one by one over the side of the tub, causing them to land with a wet ‘flop’. Now just as nude as her, he returned his arm to her shoulder, pulling her close.
Rose twisted to face him, and climbed on top of his lap, pressing his hard member against him with her groin. Her hands landed on his shoulders and made their way downwards, caressing his arms. Neither of them could wipe the stupid smiles from their faces.
“Not so fast, Rose Tyler.” The Doctor pushed forward, causing the two of them to drift briefly in the water. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, facing her forward, guiding her towards one of the larger jets of water.
Rose’s pussy approached the jet. Immediately, she lurched forwards, throwing her arm over the edge of the tub, grabbing for support. Her lower body writhed as the rush of fluid coursed over her, stimulating every part of her entrance and giving her the sensation that she was being pumped full of someone’s seed.
Bent over and exposed, Rose looked behind her to see the Doctor finally lining himself up with her. He pressed the head of his shaft to her besieged entrance and pushed forwards, entering her and causing her to shake further.
Rose, entranced by the stimulation, forced herself backwards, impaling herself further on the Doctor’s cock, causing him to stumble from the surprise. His shaft flared, causing him to lock into her. Rose bucked forward again, pulling him with her, the stimulation becoming too much for her.
Rose’s arms and legs gave out. She collapsed forward against the wall of the tub. The Doctor, still tethered, awkwardly fell on her back. He lifted her off of the wall, and carried her, still plunged on him, to a section of the hot tub where the jets were less intense. He lowered himself onto one of the underwater benches, Rose landing on his lap.
Recovering, Rose acknowledged that the Doctor was inside of her. She began to grind herself back and forth on him, causing him to squirm from the pleasure. She grinned, and pulled herself up a few inches. The flare, which locked her to him, tugged harshly. The Doctor cried out as he rose up to follow her movement.
Rose giggled, and settled back down onto him. She gyrated back and forth in place, taking care not to move in such a way that would tug on the flare. The sensation was enough for the Doctor, who was beginning to regret his initial plunge and began to feel himself grow closer to the edge.
The Doctor climaxed, firing thick streams of cum into Rose. Her insides grew even hotter than the surrounding water, and the stimulation caused her to finish as well. She cringed from ecstasy and cried out in pleasure. She slumped backwards onto him. The change in angle caused his cock to slip out of her. It flicked back and forth, tossing the last few drops of seed into the water in front of them. Thoroughly exhausted, the two slumped against the sides of the tub, allowing them to slip off into slumber.
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