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Hotel Room Threesome

This story is half true, half fantasy. Everything up until the sexual parts really happened, the rest is just something I wish had. I’m bi, and even though I’ve only ever dated girls, I like fooling around with either sex. Sorry if the story is a little long, but I like details and changing things up.
A few years ago, my former high school theatre director called me and asked if I wanted to come with them to an acting competition as a mentor. I didn’t have anything going that weekend so I said sure. It was a two day trip and the competition took place at a large university in a city about 3 hours from our town. We all met at the school that morning, and our director assigned two guys to my room. I was pretty happy because I knew both of them. One of the guys, John, had been my event partner the year before, which was my senior and his freshman year. John was fairly short, probably just over five foot tall. He had brown hair and eyes, and was a little pudgy, but not too much. The other kid in our room was Nick. I had known his sister for a few years because she had been on the same soccer team as my sister. I met Nick a couple of years before, but hadn’t really talked to him much since he was that much younger so we were never in the same circles. Nick was just a little taller the John, and had blond hair and blue eyes. He had a very slim, muscular build from years of wrestling, and overall was a fairly cute boy. After we all had our room assignments, we loaded up the bus and headed off. During the ride I sat next to John and just talked to him for most of the trip.
We got there that afternoon and were told that everyone had to watch a few debate rounds to learn about them, as none of our team was competing that day. Nick, John and I stuck together and went to the same rounds. After we had finally got finished watching, we ran to the student union of the school to grab some food before we all loaded the bus to go to the hotel.
“Hey John, can I use your iPhone?”
Nick asked, since he only had a flip phone at that point.
“I guess,” said John. “What are you going to do?”
“Just check out some sports scores.”
John gave him his phone and we sat there chatting while Nick played on it for a few minutes. When John’s food was ready, he went up to the counter to get it, Nick watching him as he left. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” He said as he got up to leave. I just nodded and didn’t think anything of it until John got back and asked where Nick was.
“With my phone?” John exclaimed when I told him.
“Yeah I guess.” I said.
John, being kind of paranoid about people doing weird stuff, asked
“Why did he take my phone with him?”
Always taking the opportunity to mess with him, I mentioned that Nick had probably gone to whack off and used his phone to look up some porn. John was disgusted and started freaking out, and I just kept messing with him. When Nick finally came back (he was gone a really long time) John immediately asked him about it.
“Dude I just had to use the bathroom.” He said, and handed John back his phone. John opened safari, and saw that his entire browsing history had been deleted. Somehow though, Nick had accidentally left another screen open, and when we switched to it we got an eye full of some soft core porn.
“Dude seriously?!” John exclaimed
“I never get to look at that stuff!” Nick whispered sheepishly, “At least not by myself. But I didn’t do anything!”
“Bull!” I said, while I laughed my ass off. “Dude you expect us to believe that you looked up porn and took it to the bathroom and you DIDN’T jack off? We aren’t stupid, just own up to it.”
“But I didn’t! And you guys can’t tell me you’ve never looked it up!”
“Yeah but not with someone else’s phone.” I laughed. We joked about it the rest of the night, and of course told all of the other guys on the trip with us, even though Nick begged us not to.
We finally got back to the hotel, and all went to our rooms. As soon as Nick got into our room and shut the door, he stripped off everything but his underwear. He was wearing tight blue briefs, and I had to concentrate to control the stirring I felt in my pants. Nick dove into his bed and turned on the tv. I don’t remember what we were watching, but it kept showing commercials for Girls Gone Wild, and We started giving Nick more crap. This time it was because he had a huge smile on his face and his hands under his blankets during those commercials. He got pissed and I jumped up and ripped the covers off of his bed. He turned bright red and covered himself with his hands, but not before I saw his raging boner tenting up his briefs.
“Nick seriously?! We are in the room!” I yelled in a mixture of excitement and astonishment. At this point it was all I could do to keep myself from having the same problem.
“Shut up! I told you guys that I never get to see that stuff!”
John was freaking out at this point, not sure at all what to do. Nick had managed to cover himself with his pillow, and was so red he was almost glowing.
“Man take care of that.” I joked as I walked back to my bed.
“Well what if we all…” Nick said while making a jack off motion with his hand.
John was speechless. He was extremely conservative and had no idea how to react. But I could see a little twitching in his athletic shorts, so I took this as my chance.
“What the hell. I am a little horny. I haven’t jacked off today.” I said, looking at John as if to tell him to just go with it. “Come on man, we’re all guys. We all do it. Why not?”
“I don’t know…” John started, but I had already taken my shorts off and had my thumbs in the band of my boxers. I looked at Nick and said
“Together?”
“Ok”
He stood up and grabbed his underwear, and we counted to three. At three, we both pulled down, revealing everything we had. My 6″ boner flopped out, rapidly getting hard and pointing straight up to the ceiling. He was already hard, and his 4 1/2″ dick pointed out towards me. He had a small amount of blond pubes right over his dick, and it looked like he hadn’t started getting hair on his balls yet. We both looked over at John, and he slowly stood up, as if he knew he couldn’t back out. He was shaking as he took off his shirt and grabbed his shorts. He slowly pulled them off, revealing that he was hard as a rock under his boxers.
“I don’t know guys…” He started.
“Dude, it’s too late now. Just take them off. I’ll get some porn going.”
I grabbed my laptop from my bag and pulled up a site. I saw a video that showed two young guys banging a young, hot girl. We sat and watched as one of the boys fucked her from behind as the other enjoyed a blow job from her. Nick, who had started stroking himself the moment we sat done on my bed, once again had a huge smile on his face. John, however, still had his boxers on and had his hands over his crotch. I decided to go for broke and see what I could make happen, so I reached over, moved his hands out of the way, and started rubbing him through his underwear. He started to object and went to swat my hands back, but was quickly overcome by the feelings of pleasure I was giving him. I could see the mix of pleasure and confusion on his face, but it didn’t take long for him to fully give in to the pleasure, rolling his head back and closing his eyes as he let out a small moan. Nick reached over and grabbed my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me as he slowly moved is hand along my shaft. At this point none of us were paying attention to the porn, so I shut the laptop and moved it off the bed. I pushed John down laying flat, and grabbed his boxers. I slowly pulled them down his legs, throwing them to the side. His cock sprung up and smacked him in the stomach. He had some dark hair on his balls and even less of a bush than Nick did. I grabbed his cock and pulled it up, continuing to jack him off. I moved up on him, putting my mouth inches from the head. I looked up at him, and licked the end of his dick. It was my first taste of cock, and it wasn’t bad. There wasn’t a lot of taste except for the salty precum oozing from the tip. He let out a louder moan, which I took as approval, and I took in as much of him as I could. I got most of his 5 inches in my mouth before I started gagging, and pulled back a little bit. I licked the head while I sucked, and it didn’t take long to push him over the edge. He grabbed the sheets and threw his head back, letting out several spurts of cum. Since I had no warning, the first shot went into my throat. I pulled off of him, jacking him as he shot more loads, which landed on his stomach, leg, my hand, and the bed. I wasn’t crazy about the taste. It wasn’t bad but I really didn’t want to swallow anymore. He laid there breathing heavy, in pure extacy from his first blowjob. I suddenly remembered Nick, and looked up to see him vigorously beating his meat to the sight of me blowing John.
“Can…can you to me next?” He asked quietly.
“How about you do me the favor first?” I said, not wanting to be left out. He seemed unsure, but I grabbed him and pushed him down on the bed, straddling his face and touching his lips with my cock. He poked out his tongue, tasting the tip, then licked all around my head. I pushed my hips forward, and he took my whole head into his mouth and just started sucking. It was obvious that he had no idea what to do, so I suggested he use his tongue. He swirled his tongue all around my head, focusing on the sensitive underside, and launched me into bliss. I pushed further into his mouth, pulling out and pushing back in a little farther. I did this several times until his nose was touching the smooth, shaved area above my penis. I let him blow me for a few minutes before pulling out and going down on him. I didn’t want to cum yet, I had bigger plans. I didn’t waste any time on Nick, and went straight down all the way on his small, young cock. I pushed my nose into his pubes and took in the sweet smell of his sweat. I loved it. I bobbed up and down on him, running my tongue over every inch of his dick. He was moaning sort of loudly, but I didn’t really care. It was late, and I figured if anyone heard they would just assume it was coming from another room. I could tell he was getting close, so I let him out of my mouth and let go of his cock, much to his surprise and disappointment.
“Why did you stop?” He asked
“I want to fuck you.” I said. I had gone this far. I wasn’t going to let this chance pass me by.
“I don’t know man….I’ve never even thought about having a dick in my ass…”
“What if I let you guys do me first, and then I’ll do you?”
“Well…maybe.” Said Nick. I knew he would be the easy one to convince. John on the other hand was completely against getting fucked.
“No way. I’m not doing that,” he stammered. “We’ve already gone way too far.”
“Exactly! We’ve gone this far,” I countered. “It’s not like any of us are going to tell anyone. And I’ve heard it feels great! This is probably your only chance to try this.”
“I…”
Before he had a chance to respond any more, nick had shoved him onto the bed and swung himself around, placing his crotch in John’s face and his face in John’s. He started sucking John, but John wasn’t returning the favor. I went over and jerked Nick right in John’s face, rubbing his cock along John’s lips. John finally gave in and took Nick into his mouth, trying to mimic what I did for him while Nick went to town on John. I positioned myself over Nick’s ass, and started running my finger around his hole. Nick let out a surprised, muffled moan and shuddered, but didn’t stop me, so I continued. His ass was clean and smooth, so I leaned forward and started eating his ass. He moaned some more, and I’m pretty sure he just held John in his mouth as I ate him out. He then licked his finger and reached over to John’s hole, rubbing along his crack. John jumped a little, but I was holding his arms down and Nick was draped over his body, so he couldn’t go anywhere. I grabbed Nick by the waist and pulled him off of John, then positioned myself for Nick to lick my ass.
“Your turn. Eat me like I did you.”
I could see a hunger in Nicks eyes that I don’t think even he knew was there until that night, and he went straight to work. He ate me out like a pro, getting my hole nice and wet. He also fingered me to loosen me up some. While he was doing this, I told John to give him a blow job to get his dick slippery. John obliged, but I think it was only because he knew we would make him no matter what. After a couple of minutes, I moved and pulled John out from under Nick. I laid back, throwing my ankles over Nick’s shoulders. He lined up his cock, and I told him to be sure to go slow, which he did at first. He slowly pushed until the head was in, then waited until I told him to continue. We did this until all of his 4.5 inches was in me, and I felt his bush against my balls and his balls on my ass. He slowly pulled out, and them suddenly switched gears, slamming back into me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he began fucking me hard and fast. The pain started to subside pure pleasure took its place. The sound of his balls slapping me filled the room. After a few minutes I opened my eyes and saw John just sitting on the other bed jacking himself.
“Nick stop for a second.” I said. He complied, and I pulled off of him and went to the other bed. Once again, John got pushed onto the bed, and I started sucking him off, licking up and down his shaft. I worked my way down to his balls and took one into my mouth, then switched over to the other. I let the sweet smell of teenage boy fill my nostrils, a smell that still drives me crazy. I moved farther south and started licking out his ass, which made him jump at first, but after a few seconds he started shuddering and relaxed. I felt the bed move, and looked up to see Nick crawling over John again, getting back into 69 with him. This time John took his cock into his mouth without any coaxing, and the two started sucking each other while I ate John out. After a few minutes I stopped, got onto my knees, and pulled Nicks face off of John’s crotch. I put mine and John’s dicks together and rubbed them together for a minute before reaching up and shoving Nick’s head back down. The sensation of rubbing our dicks together combined with Nick’s blowjob was unbelievable, and I almost blew my load right then and there, so I pulled Nick off again. This time I told him to move and pulled John’s legs up, grabbing a pillow to prop his ass up in the air. I swung his ankles over my shoulders, and saw a nervous, slightly scared look in his eyes.
“Dude don’t worry. I’ll be really gentle. And once the pain goes away its amazing.”
“Alright…just go slow, ok? Not like Nick did to you.”
“Don’t worry.” I assured him. With that, I placed my head against his virgin rosebud, and just rubbed it there for a few seconds, teasing him. His moaned softly, and I used this relaxed state to push in. My head popped in, causing him to inhale sharply. I looked at Nick, who grabbed one of the pillows and placed it over John’s face for him to bite. I waited for him to relax again, and then slowly continued pushing myself into him. Once I was all the way in I just sat there, letting him get use to me before I plowed him. I reached up and started hacking him to help him relax, which seemed to help. Once I saw my chance, I started pulling out, then slowly pushed back in. I did this a few times just to get him used to it, then started speeding up with every thrust until I was fucking him full speed. The room was filled with the sounds of sex again. I was at the edge of the bed, and Nick came up behind me to re-enter me. I stopped for a second so he could, and soon we had a train going. The feeling of fucking while getting fucked was beyond belief. Easily the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. I felt myself tighten up, and before I could stop myself I came inside John. This was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced, causing me to throw my head back and let out a somewhat load moan. When I came, my ass tightened up, squeezing Nick’s cock and pushing him over the edge. He filled my bowels with his boy seed, grabbing me tight and biting into my shoulder to muffle his pleasure cry. We all collapsed on the bed, trying to catch our breath. After a few minutes, John sat up and said
“Ok. Now it’s my turn. I get to fuck you, right?” He looked at me as he said this, and I realized that a deal is a deal. And that I hadn’t fucked Nick yet. So nick got on all fours in front of me, and I eased up behind him. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on his ass, fingering him and loosening him up some. Then I spit on my cock, and placed my head at his entrance. I slowly pushed in, but didn’t stop when he winced. I kept going, my hand covering his mouth, until my balls pressed up against his. I slowly pulled out and pushed back in a little quicker. As revenge for not taking it slow with me, I wasn’t going to with him. I started fucking him hard and fast, and he shoved his face into the pillow to cover his screams. I realized that I was hurting him pretty bad, so I stopped, both to let him recover and to let John come up behind me. By this point I was pretty loose, and I was leaking Nick’s cum, so John pretty much slid right into me. He was a little longer and thicker, so I was still a little tight. As soon as he eased in, I started thrusting into Nick again, and with each thrust into him I pulled off of John, pushing back into him as I pulled out. John leaned over me, placing his body on my back did short, rapid thrusts into me as I fucked Nick. This time John came first, flooding me with cum again. It felt like he came harder than Nick did, or at least more. His pleasured whimpering was all it took to send my sexually exhausted body over the edge, and I emptied my balls into Nick, slamming hard into him as I did. Again we collapsed, I we were asleep almost instantly. The next morning our alarms woke us up, and we woke up sticky from each others cum.
“I can’t believe we did that…” said Nick. I moved and winced from the sharp pain in my ass. I guess getting fucked that hard by two people does that to you. John got up to shower first, his cock swaying as he walked to the bathroom. We all got cleaned up and dressed, gather our things and met the rest of the group for breakfast. None of us ever mentioned that night again, and we never messed around after that. Nick and I hadn’t really been friends before that night, and not much really changed after ward. We would chat on Facebook sometimes but other than that we didn’t talk much. John and I still hung out, even though the first couple of times were a little awkward. Even though we never did anything else, John became a lot more comfortable with me, and when we hiked together he had stopped caring about walking away before taking a piss or covering up to change clothes. Overall, that night just became a fun, once in a lifetime occurrence that was never brought up again.

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 6

So, I almost didn’t include this chapter for the rewrite, since it’s basically 6000 words of pure smut with no bearing on the actual plot until the end. I rewrote it so that there’s a bit of character development between the relentless pressing of bodies. Hope you like it. Leave feedback!

Rape Bait Part 2

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The Rose Tattoo-My Anal penetration

The Rose Tattoo
by Rachel
Although this story was actually written by Katherine, but I liked it so much that I wanted ot post in on xnxx.com and me as the character, hope she will not mind..
Quietly I slipped behind the thin Chinese screen, the one slim concession to modesty offered by the proprietor of “The Needle’s Point”, an innocuous tattoo parlor on the south side of town.
Once more I asked myself what in the world I was doing there, why had I come to this particular place in the shadiest part of the city, but I already knew the answer. I wanted a tattoo. No, I needed a tattoo.
For the first time in my life I had an invitation to spend spring break on the beach in Daytona, and I couldn’t possibly show my suspiciously phallic-shaped birthmark to the world. It would be too humiliating…far too humiliating, but I didn’t want anyone to recognize me creeping into a tattoo parlor. So, I’d crept away in the wee hours of the night to this place…and here I was determined to stay until the deed was done.
And so I stood, slipping my panties off behind the faded vestige of a Chinese Mandarin while a far-from-Chinese proprietor prepared the inks and needles for my rose tattoo.
I’d chosen the rose tattoo for it’s delicate intricacy, it’s gentle blush, but I knew it’s fragile warmth would run a dim second to the muted crimson already on my face. I’d never shown my derriere to anyone before, particularly to a stranger. But I was in college now, wasn’t I? It was time to let go of the apron strings and live a little. If I wanted to wear a thong on the beach next month, then it was now or never, I told myself. I’d made up my mind!
Once more I peeked at the large, rough looking proprietor from behind the screen. This would be like going to a doctor, wouldn’t it? I mean, he sees women baring themselves every day. It’s part of his job. My pale flesh would be simply a canvas upon which to create, wouldn’t it?
I quivered, chastising myself for my cowardice. “Come on, girl…get on with it” I whispered to myself. “The sooner you step out from behind this screen, the sooner he can begin, and the sooner it’ll all be over.”
Heaving a sigh of trepidation, I tucked my panties in my purse and slipped it modestly under my coat on the seat before me. The feel of my short, silky skirt, swishing against my bare flesh felt decadent, almost sinfully evil, and I hesitated once more. Then I heard his voice.
“Are you coming?” he rumbled. “Everything’s ready. You’re the last one tonight, and I want to go home soon,” he warned. “Let’s go, okay?”
Quickly I made my way from behind the screen, fearful that I might provoke this massive Monet of body art and cause him to act heavy-handedly when I came under his needle. But the look in his eyes told me that I need not have worried. The deep brown of his gaze was gentle, seductive in a way that set my mind at rest. He was a professional. After all…wasn’t he?
My attention was immediately drawn to the fact that my practitioner had drawn the shades on the storefront while I had been undressing behind the ancient screen. This was obviously out of respect for my privacy, I assured myself…nothing more. And the sign, which had read “open” when I arrived, now faced the interior of the shop, its alter ego, “closed”, now facing the abandoned street from which I’d come. This too was both reasonable and logical, I told myself. It was late, and the shopkeeper was bound for home soon. I was to be his last customer of the night. Why shouldn’t he close the parlor?
Bolstering my faltering resolve, I stepped before the massive craftsman and asked the next question on my mind, the one that would set our progress in motion.
“What should I do now?” I asked, trying to paste a brave front over my quivering façade. “Do I lay on this table?”
The tattoo artist smiled, a disarmingly warm grin and shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’m afraid you’ll move too much on the table. You wouldn’t want to spoil your body art now, would you?” he asked.
I felt a tiny twinge in the pit of my stomach. Not on the table…well where then? I raised my eyes once more and noted that my practitioner was nodding in the direction of a large, overstuffed, leather chair stationed far off to the left and toward the back of the shop. “Over there,” he said, his voice deepening. “I have everything waiting for us.”
I swallowed noisily, an unladylike sound, and wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my clinging skirt. Over there? Was I to sit in a chair while this mini giant plied his trade? That couldn’t be, I thought as I moved slowly across the floor. How would he…
And then I knew.
It was not I who was to sit in the massive leather support. For as I watched, my eyes widening, the shopkeeper himself settled his heavily muscled body before me and motioned toward his lap.
“Just lay across my knees,” he smiled. “I won’t hurt you. It’ll be over much sooner this way, and you’ll have a better time of it.”
A “better time of it?” I wondered. What did that mean, and why was the knot in my stomach tightening so uncomfortably now?
Timorously, I placed my palm flat against my stomach, the rush of butterflies overwhelming now, and approached the object of my trepidation.
“Right here,” he directed, patting his massive thighs as though he’d done this a hundred times. “Just relax. I’ll take care of everything.”
I glanced furtively toward the door. This couldn’t be right! I should give up this folly and leave, but somehow I knew I couldn’t. His eyes, the same warm, brown orbs that had so assured me from the start now welcomed me into his lap…cajoled me to spread myself atop his knees and let him do what he would. And so, placing my reservations on hold I bent low and positioned myself in such a way as to make myself available to his ministrations.
He began to spread his knees almost immediately, a wider berth upon which to rest my quivering torso, and I felt my trembling toes leave the floor.
“Relax, girl, relax. I’m not going to eat you,” he chuckled. “Why don’t you call me Ben,” he added. “And what should I call you?”
My lips fused together in embarrassment. Did I want to know this man in such a way, I wondered? But, to avoid answering…wouldn’t that be worse?
“Virginia…Ginny,” stuttered, trying to sound more mature than I felt. “Is this how you want me?”
Now it was his time to pause, his hand resting heavily atop the thin, silken barrier that lay yet between us.
“Ahhh…yeah. This is fine,” he murmured. “I just have to lift this out of the way.” And with that he slipped his hand beneath my skirt and curled it up beyond my waist until my quivering flesh lay before him and my rounded orbs fell beneath his palm.
“Yeah. That’ll do it, alright,” he breathed. “Now I just have to make sure your skin is perfectly clean before I start.”
Thus saying, he began to rub his dampened hands over my flesh, warming it until I felt a curious moisture begin to seep from between my thighs. What was happening, I wondered in shock? I wasn’t supposed to react this way! What would Ben think of me?
Quickly I raised my eyes to gauge his reaction, but found the same smile still warming his features. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed, I prayed as I felt the trickle increase. Perhaps he…
But then I felt his fingers begin to search between my thighs, sliding…stroking…probing the source of my embarrassment. “You’re very relaxed now, aren’t you?” he questioned intimately. “Just enjoy, little Virginia. I can take care of all your needs tonight,” he smiled.
I should have pulled away…should have gotten up and headed home without the adornment I’d come so far to get, but somehow my willpower failed me. Ben would take care of my needs, I thought. Ben would take care of me.
Suddenly I became aware of a buzzing sound, a low hum as my maestro’s magic needle came to life. Then, sliding the fingers of his right deeply between my thighs he anchored me, using his left to apply the crimson point to my exposed buttock.
Pain!
I tried at once to squirm, but his right hand held me firm, curling deep within the unruly auburn thatch that crowned my untried womanhood.
Again I felt the warm gush of my juices against his hand and flushed in humiliation. Ben must think me wanton, I cringed, a plum ripe for the plucking. But yet I stayed, the warmth of his fingers eliciting sensations both new and exciting to my inexperienced flesh.
Once more the needle descended, but this time another touch overruled its sharp bite. Ben’s fingers, once caressing so randomly, now focussed on the small patch of flesh that heralded my inexperience.
“You’ve never been…’kissed’, little Ginny, have you?” he questioned, exploring the barrier between my thighs. “Your ‘flower’ is safe with me, Little One. Don’t worry. There are other pleasures that I can share with you tonight, ones that will leave this gift unopened until you give it to the man of your dreams.”
Again the prick of the needle assailed my senses, but this time Ben began to massage the tiny nub I so often caressed in the dead of night, when I felt the unrequited yearnings of my sex. But this was different…so different.
The needle continued it’s tortuous hum, pricking my flesh, but now I had lost all touch with its passage. My maestro’s fingers had caused me to tremble, to flow copiously between his thighs as he continued to abrade my sensitive clit. My legs quivered, my nipples hardening, ignored as they hung heavily over his lap. Oh. How I longed to feel the full, hard length of him, now pressing so prominently against my tender belly. How I yearned to feel him deep in my wet and yearning body!
Suddenly, his thumb, wet and dripping with my juices, pressed my maidenhead aside and probed deeply into my hungering depths. Oh the joy! I squirmed against him, urging him deeper…and deeper yet. I was in ecstasy! I prayed that it would never end!
And the needle droned on, bringing with it tiny droplets of my blood…a small price to pay for such an experience.
The master of the art continued to fondle the rigid hub of my desire, but now his thumb, so wet, began to moisten the furrow between my buttocks. What was this, I wondered? To what heights was my guide now taking me? But yet he paused, his needle continuing its muted progression as my passions rose with his silken torment.
Finally, I could stand it no longer, and my diminutive frame began to shake, my voice rising in wanton abandon as I gushed profusely into his palm. It was then I felt it…yet another pain…one which both tore and enticed my body in its determination. His thumb, so inviting before, now pressed insistently against the portal of my narrower passage, the tight ring of muscle that guarded my anal aperture. I squirmed, shaking my head. “No,” I murmured…or did I?
I began to wriggle my hips, to shy away from my tormentor, but it was to no avail. Again he pressed, forcing wide the opening with his thick, course thumb, plunging deeply into the darkness beyond.
Tears, at rest until now, began to foul my cheeks. Surely this man couldn’t want…
But he did, and again his thumb thrust deeper, beyond my tender sphincter, probing and plundering as he held me fast. I felt torn, abused, but then once again his fingers began their titillating torment of my clit, warming me, consoling me.
“Relax, Little Ginny,” Ben whispered. “If you relax it won’t hurt so much. You can enjoy it then.”
Won’t hurt so much? Won’t hurt so much! How could this sort of treatment not feel as though the devil himself was taking his due? And yet, as his fingers caressed my clit once more, and the warm liquid once again began to flow between my trembling thighs, I did relax and the tight muscular barrier that guarded my nether passage began to relax as well. Finally, the massive invasion to which Ben had subjected me began to warm beneath his thrusts and I accepted his digit with an almost a heated welcome. This wasn’t so bad, I reconsidered…it was becoming enjoyable, in fact.
The needle began its hum once more, and the sharp bite of his tool began to sting with renewed intensity. Once more Ben began to slather my furrow with the hot, wet effluent of my sex. Wantonly, I parted my thighs even wider to give my artist greater access. I knew what was coming, or did I?
This time, I felt not only his thumb, but his forefinger as well penetrate my delicate anus. I screamed! Surely I was being torn asunder with each thrust! And yet he continued to hold me fast, pinioning my hips as he pumped mercilessly into my pain wracked flesh.
“Relax, Little One…relax. I’m going to make you feel wonderful. Just let it happen, Ginny. Open up to me, girl…open up.”
And then something totally unexpected happened. He stopped, and lifting me in his arms he carried me behind the chair and draped my heaving frame over the back in such a way that my toes swung free, and my buttocks were at his mercy.
I struggled. This wasn’t happening, I told myself. It couldn’t be…and then I heard the soft snicker of his zipper, and the muted thud of his pants as they fell to the floor and pooled around his ankles.
I opened my mouth to protest, but found his hand, hard and massive, covering my lips.
“Shhh…Little Ginny,” He groaned. Give it a chance. You were made for this. Darlin’. Relax, and let me take care of you…”
Then, once again his hand searched between my dripping thighs for the wetness he desired. Would he touch me again, I wondered, hoping to feel his talented fingers once more leading me to nirvana. But, not this time…not this time. This time I felt his cock, rock hard and immense, sliding against my hungering slit…tempting me…teasing me until it too was covered with my flowing stream.
Then, he retreated, and in one massive lunge, he thrust once more against my anal opening, forcing the head of his monstrous tool deep inside the chocolate rose between my buttocks. I screamed, and screamed again, and again he pressed his hand over my mouth.
“Shhh…it’s okay. Trust me, Little Ginny. Just relax and let it happen. You’re going to love this. Just trust me.”
He paused for a moment to allow me adjust to his brutal invasion, and then he began to move. Slowly at first, my muscles contracting, trying to repel him with each thrust.
He grunted.
“Let me in, Girl. Relax.” He ordered, reaching between my thighs once more and stroking my clit. “That feels good now, doesn’t it? That’s it…relax.”
His fingers, so persistent, now led me to drop my guard ever so slightly, allowing Ben to take immediate advantage, plunging yet deeper into my poor, tortured flesh.
I whimpered.
Again he continued to stroke and massage his fingers over my throbbing clit, and once more I felt my defenses fall.
Another thrust, and he impaled his thick, hard member halfway into my stretched and tortured body. Oh, the pain, I wanted to scream, but only the muffled sound of my voice against the palm of his hand escaped into the silence of the room. Had there ever been such torment, I asked myself…had there?
Still he continued his maddening ministrations between my thighs. Touching, cajoling until I felt my release once more at hand. No, I thought…I couldn’t allow myself that luxury. What would he do if I…
And then the world began to shatter within me, and I felt my body abandon all control as I quaked, moaning beneath him.
Again he thrust, hilting his organ deep inside my poor inadequate flesh, but this time my screams were confused and ambiguous. Was I screaming in pain…or joy? I didn’t know.
All tenderness fell away now as his passions overrode his hesitancy. He became like a rutting beast, ramming the outrageous length of his thick, hard cock into my anus. My nails dug into the fabric of the chair to anchor myself…so hard and fast did he pound his body against mine. My breath came in ragged gasps. How long would this continue, I wondered frantically? How long…
And then he reached out and grasped my hips, his penetrating blows now threatening to tear me asunder. He groaned, a bestial sound as I felt him pause for a second. Then, with renewed vigor he assault escalated until every whimper became a shriek, and my very bones felt in danger of crumbling.
Suddenly he moaned, long and loud, and I felt his hot sperm flood my body, filling me, gushing from my anus in hot torrents and down my thighs as he slumped against me, limp and sated.
Silently I lay still beneath him, not sure whether I had been ravaged, or liberated. His cock, still embedded within me, began to soften now, leaving behind a yawning emptiness that had once wrapped itself about him. I felt a loss, an abandonment. Surely he would guide me to the summit once more, I hoped. But it was not to be.
“Your rose is finished, Little Ginny, and so am I, I’m afraid,” he said. You need to clean yourself up now, and get home. It isn’t safe out there at night anymore. You could run into anyone,” he said, caressing my cheek.
Slowly I nodded. He was right. I needed to get back to the dorm, and right away. People would be looking for me, questions would be asked. But tonight was something I wouldn’t…couldn’t share. I’d take this night to my grave, a silent memory, a distant swirl of cataclysmic passion…but no one would ever know.
As I slipped stealthily into my dorm, and slid between the welcoming sheets of my bed, I felt once more the tender ache between my thighs. Ben had opened my body to new experiences, my mind to my own sensuality. He would be remembered long past the healing of my flesh. He would be remembered each and every time I looked into the mirror at the bright crimson adornment on my left buttock.
He would be remembered as the man who gave me my rose…

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An Aspiring Actress

Sheila was an aspiring actress. She wasn’t a very good actress. That didn’t really matter to me. She had big sad dark eyes, dark long wavy hair and thick lips. Hot, young, and she ALWAYS wanted to impress, she loved to suck cock, and that was a big plus too.
I had developed a program; a regiment for Sheila that I felt could help her develop her acting skills; in particular her concentration, emotional conveyance, and facial expressions. The theory behind the program was that focus and concentration could be improved by acting while being extremely distracted.
I bought a stack of index cards and wrote down a different feeling or emotion (happy sad scared…) on each card. I made a CD of songs that I knew she would hate (songs by “Vanilla Ice”, “Sony & Cher”,” Michel Bolton” and others). I also made a video tape which showed different Chinese Kanji characters displayed for about 5 seconds each.
Sheila stopped by at about 1:00 in the afternoon. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a little red top. It was a rainy Saturday.
“What a shitty day” she said sipping the coffee she had brought with her. “Now what is this little acting seminar you’ve prepared for me? I’ve been having trouble getting into my part. I got a rehearsal tonight a 6:00.”
The rehearsal she was referring to was for a local production she was acting in. I was a play written by a local “artist” and it was called “Pudding Pudding Stew!”. Sheila played a go-go dancer named Katrina. The play was opening the next week.
“Let’s go upstairs.” I said “ I’ll show you.”
I watched the seam of Sheila’s shorts ride up her round bottom as I followed her up the stairs into my bed room. Sheila walked to the futon on the floor and sat down. I handed Sheila the headphones and loaded the video with the Chinese characters on it.
“What you are going to want to do is watch the video I will play for you.” I explained as I handed her a note pad and a pen, “You will see a series of Chinese Kanji characters. Each will be displayed for about 5 seconds. I want you to copy each one as well as you can on to this notepad.”
“While you are doing that, I will display one of these cards to you” I said as I held up a card that said “ANGRY” on it.
“I want you to facially display the emotion that you see. And I want you to listen to this music cd I have prepared for you.”
Sheila put down the pen and note pad. “You want me to write Chinese characters while I make faces and listen to a cd you made?” Said Sheila. “That sounds weird, and stupid as fuck.”
“At least let me finish.” I pleaded
“Ok…”she said putting her hands on her hips with a smirk on her face.
“Ok. First you’d have to take your shorts off so I can prep you” I said “We’re going to need the devices.”
“OH! Ok! Said Sheila. She knew that by “devices” I had meant sex toys. “Now this is sounding interesting.” She said as she sat up and unsnapped her shorts and took them off.
“Take off your top too” I said.
Sheila had on a little black sports bra and a pink and blue polka doted thong. I grabbed a couple of pillows and Sheila obediently lay down face down on the pillows pointing her cute round buns skyward. She knew the position well. I moved towards her and pulled the thong out of her ass crack and spread her buns apart wide. I kissed her softly all around her butt hole which kind of resembled an extremely active mollusk as it puckered and gaped. Spreading her butt cheeks further, I rammed my tongue as far up her ass as I could and feasted on her bung pie for a few minutes.
“Oh Sheila, your bunger is so yummerz!” I said as I reached over and grabbed the K-Y and a small butt plug and proceeded to lube up her wet gaping anus. I pushed the plug up her butt as she let out a soft sigh. Next I grabbed a vibrator, lubed it up and slid it into her drenched pussy and turned the vibration on slow.
“Oh yes!” said Sheila moaning softly.
“OK. Now were almost ready to get started” I said handing her the headphones. She put them on her head and reached for the pen and paper. I undid my pants and stuck my stiff shlong in her face.
“Hey” Sheila blurted out. “What’s up with that?”
“Oh.” I replied, “while you’re making faces based on the index cards I will be showing you, listening to the CD I made you and coping down the Chinese Kanji characters on the video, you will also need to give me a killer blowjob with a butt plug in your ass and a vibrator in your cunt. That way you will be distracted visually by watching the video and audibly distracted by the music on the CD. Your hand eye coordination will be occupied by you trying to copy the Chinese Kanji characters. You will also be mentally occupied facially displaying the emotion on the card I will be showing you. You will be irritated because all the music I put on the CD is music I know you hate. You must also contract your vaginal muscles to keep the vibrator from slipping out of your slippery wet cunt. The butt plug will affect how you do that. Your mouth and tongue will be busy orally stimulating my penis. You’ve never done this?” I asked with a surprised look on my face.
“No.” She said.
“Well let’s get started.” I said as I picked up the index cards. She put the headphones on and I started the tape. I could hear the first bit of “I’ve Got You Babe” as Sheila shot me a “what the fuck” look and plopped my half hard dick in her mouth and picked up the note pad and pen. I started the video and Sheila was soon scribbling on the notepad.
I flipped over the 1st card. It said “SLEEPY” on it. Sheila immediately half closed her eyes, blinking and seemingly trying to stay awake as she continued writing on the note pad. She slurped on my stiffening penis sucking it further into her mouth while licking at the bottom furiously.
I flipped to the next card. It said “FRIGHTENED”. Sheila’s eyes opened wide. She looked like she was about to scream as she let my cock out of her mouth a bit, licked my piss slit and whimpered. She continued to scribble at the note book.
The next card I flipped over said “SILLY”. Sheila struggled to make a goofy grin with my rock hard cock in her mouth. She looked at the TV quickly and scribbled in the notebook then she looked at me with her goofy grin, crossed her eyes and took a long slurping suck of my prick.
This went on for about 30 minutes with Sheila going through the whole deck twice before I shot a hot full load of my creamy baby batter down her guzzle snout.
She came back later and said that her practice was great. She felt much better about the plays opening. We continued my training program regiment that week and I attended the opening night performance. She was good during her talking parts, but when she wasn’t talking she just stood on stage making exaggerated facial expressions with her mouth in a cock sucking position.

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The Bus Ride Part 1

It was a warm and sticky afternoon when I got onto the bus in the City Centre. What was unusual about today though was how busy the bus was, well unusual for me. You see I normally caught a later bus to get home but had left the office today about an hour and half earlier than normal, simply because it was a nice day and I didn’t see why I should stop at work longer than necessary given we had suffered a few days of really poor but typically British summer weather. What was it they say?
How can you tell when its summer in England?
The rain warms up!
Well it hadn’t rained and the sun was shining so I thought I’d treat myself to an early finish and get home before Coronation Street finished. So here I was at the back of a queue of people, all crowding to get on the bus.
I just stood back and let them get on. I had an hour and three quarter’s journey in front of me and knew that a seat would become available eventually. Still I had not expected the crush that faced me. Talk about sardines in a tin. And to top it all off it was peak rush hour so it would be a slow slog out of the city. Still I had my iPod and I was on my way home.
Maybe at this point I should tell you a little about myself? Here goes. I am 22(ish), slim, obviously female and single. I have been single for, umm let me see now, it must be 9 months. Possibly a little longer. I like my independence. I am not actively looking for a bloke to share my life with, I am not worried I am going to be left on the shelf and neither am I gay or bi. (Although the idea of other girls does not exactly repulse me like it does some of my friends). I live alone and enjoy my life.
In short Bridget Jones I am not.
I think I am quite attractive I certainly get attention from certain male quarters at work, but I tend not to mix business with pleasure. Also, I tend not to go out too much except with a few of the girls at work and then only occasionally. Maybe that’s why I am still single, but I don’t sweat it. And yes of course you want to know about my sex life. Otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this now would you? Well, if truth be told I don’t have one. Not since Paul and I split up. Not that the fireworks in the bedroom with Paul were that explosive to be honest. Perfunctory I suspect is a word that best describes the twice weekly shenanigans that occurred between us. So I never really missed it. Not as much as I think I miss it now though. So the story I have to tell comes as something of a surprise to me. It may not be much compared to what you may be used to, but it took me by surprise and opened my eyes to what exactly is possible given the right circumstance.
There I was squeezing myself past the great British public on a single decker bus that for this time of day ought really to have been a double decker. Still, it was my chariot home and I wasn’t complaining. Every seat was taken by the time I got on and there was not even ‘standing room only’. There was heavy duty bodily contact with complete strangers as I pressed my way to a small gap next to the single pull down seat upon which a tired looking middle aged bloke sat who, like me, was listening to something on earphones. I grabbed the hand loop hanging above my head and turned around to face the interior of the bus turning my back on the gentleman. The bus pulled away and almost as a single body my travelling companions and I swayed first one way then the other as the bus lurched along the busy street on its way out of the city centre. The first bit of the journey didn’t last too long as the bus was forced to stop in the line of traffic that was snarling up the city centre. I resigned myself to remaining in this position for some reasonable time. Deciding to concentrate on the music playing into my ears and resting my head on my raised arm I closed my eyes.
It must have only been seconds when I and my travelling companions were all once again jolted simultaneously and I felt, well I thought I felt a warm hand touch my leg.
Maybe I ought to explain a little more here, before I go any further. Just so you understand, is that ok? Yes? Good.
I realised I was standing very close to the middle aged man who was sitting on the fold down seat behind me. I didn’t realise it at the time but looking back on it now I must have almost shoved my arse in his face, well not exactly his face, but certainly in his direction. I am not sure how the configuration worked, I didn’t take that much notice but because of the height of his seat and the platform the seat was on and the foot-well that I was standing in, my arse was very close to his lap, or something like that anyway. I’m not completely clear on it as you will come to realise as you read on. Suffice to say, that to the events that transpired on the trip, the positioning of my arse was most advantageous although if I had been aware of it I would have been highly embarrassed at the time. I still blush a little now about it and have never caught that bus since in case I have to see that man again.
Anyway, I was wearing a fairly tight fitting skirt (it hugged my arse nicely, but not so tight that I displayed a VPL), and because I had been in a rush that morning I had found the only clean pair of stockings I had in my flat which were stay-ups rather than proper stockings or tights. I don’t normally wear these for work, I normally wear tights, but in my rush this morning wore the only thing I had available. My skirt had a split up the centre in the back and I suspect in certain positions exposed quite a lot of thigh. It wasn’t that I lacked confidence you understand. I have nice legs, I know that, I have been told lots of times, but if I had realised just how much thigh was on show, well I think there was a fair bit anyway, I might not have worn that skirt to work. Still I had worn it and in its way I think it contributed quite a lot to what happened next.
The bus settled down after the bumpy stop and I turned to look at the man sitting behind me who by now was looking up at me and I apologised for bumping him. He had a warm friendly smile and said,
“No problem, its ok” and I swear he winked.
I turned my head back and given the position I was in felt somewhat constrained. One hand was holding my handbag onto my shoulder and the other was holding me upright by gripping tightly the hand-loop over my head. When I look back on it now I was in bondage but untied. Quite ironic really. Well, I digress. The bus lurched to a stop again and again I felt what seemed like a warm hand touch my leg. Only this time it seemed to linger a little longer just under the hem of my skirt. I don’t know what it was, if it was the suddenness of it, the heat, the public place, but I felt a little thrill rush through my body and a shiver go down my spine. I also felt something that I had not felt in a very long time, since well, if I am honest, before Paul. I felt aroused. Really aroused. Not just my body responding to an external stimulus but that deep arousal that possesses your mind, eventually if left unchecked it will possesses your soul and then it’s too late, the only reaction your body has is wanton. I had felt it before, but only once and I felt the seeds of it germinating once again.
I found, as I quickly debated the invasion of my privacy that feelings long forgotten and believed lost coming back and involuntarily I moved my left leg, (I could not physically move my right one as it was jammed up against the foot-well), and as a result opened my thighs perceptibly a little. My “abuser” took this movement of my leg as a positive invitation as I felt his warm hand positively stroke my inner leg around my knee. His hand felt hot and coarse through the soft material of my stay-ups. I kept my eyes closed and revelled in the sensation, having forgotten what it felt like to feel the touch of a man anywhere on my body.
I am not an exhibitionist by any stretch of the imagination, but knowing that I was in an extremely public location while having my leg stroked was a huge turn on. Then the bus lurched to a stop once again and the invading hand slipped higher up and above the hem of my skirt.
I panicked, for a few seconds reason re-entered my mind and I wondered what other people on the bus would be thinking, me letting this man touch and caress my leg, so quickly I looked around as best I could and was shocked by the apathy and indifference that was the standard expression on my travelling companions’ faces. I looked down at my assailant and saw his deep blue eyes gaze up at me and he winked. That jolt of a shiver ran through me again and I looked down to see that the way I was standing and he was sitting, no one but the two of us knew what was happening.
This gave me fresh impetuous and again I moved my free leg slightly making the invitation to do more definite.
He did not need asking twice. As the bus drove along the road, sailing past stops of expectant passengers because it was so full already, the middle aged man with the blue eyes raised his hand higher up the inside of my thigh gently stroking causing me to tighten my grip on the handle for fear that the sensations running through me would cause me to faint.
I drew in a sharp breath when I felt his fingertips touch the soft flesh of my upper thigh. I did not realise that he would be able to move so high up without drawing attention to us, but the split in my skirt allowed for that. I trembled and wanted more so I pushed back onto his hand indicating that I wanted him to continue, not knowing where this could go or what it could lead to, I simply knew that I was going. Going in the sense that I was abandoning all reason to the touch of this stranger. I knew of course what would be next and the thought of this stranger touching me through my cotton panties made me squirm pressing my thighs together preventing his upwards movement further. Who was I trying to kid. I knew he had only centimetres left before he touched me where few people had touched me ever and I was torn between a desperate desire to feel another’s touch right there and the madness of the situation with ‘sensible me’ screaming “stop this right now!”
He seemed to sense my indecision as any pressure from his hand to progress further up my thigh ceased until I relaxed re-inviting his attentions. He did not hesitate I presume in case I had a change of mind and his hand through the simple extension of his fingers stroked that part of me that was covered by my white cotton panties. His fingers were in the genital gap where the lips to my pussy were and he was stroking that material that was the only barrier between our respective skins.
It was then I realised just how damp I had become. I moaned. I know I did. I moaned out loud and took a couple of odd looks from those closest to me who heard. I hope they thought I was just enjoying the music that I was listening to, but by that time I had given up caring. I was concentrating on the light touch that my strange man was doing under the hem of my skirt and along the length of the gap between the tops of my thighs. It felt wonderful. It felt fantastic. It felt delectable. I am not really able to describe how it felt; there simply are not enough adjectives in the English language to describe how I was feeling right then.
What came next shocked me even more than my sluttish behaviour was when my man actually touched my pussy lips. Somehow he had moved the material of my panties to one side and was now gently, but firmly stroking my pussy lips whilst at the same time probing to find the inner edge of them so he could part them. That was not hard. Once again I moved my leg so as to afford him more room and my now very moist lips parted at the slightest touch that he made. He stroked the moist flesh on the inner of my pussy lips and I felt wave after wave of pleasure ripple through my body and squeezed my eyes shut tight as I fought to fight the need to cry out in ecstasy. I think at that point I had several mini orgasms. I can’t really say as I have only ever climaxed through been fucked before. This was new, very new, to me and so intense. How I controlled my urge to press my pussy down onto his hand and have him fill me with his fingers there and then I will never really know, but I did. I had no choice really did I? This strange middle aged, blue eyed man was in full control and he knew it. I had invited him to invade me and he was doing just that. In public, in the open yet still only he and I knew what was happening.
Next came the ultimate sensation as for the first time in several months my pussy was occupied. I noticed he was very careful, first his fingertip pressed between my pussy lips then is sank into the wet fleshy hole until he was in up to his knuckle. Given the restraints of where we were he could not really get any deeper and so as he began to simply finger fuck my pussy by the twitching of his finger tip I settled back a little to enjoy his attentions.
It felt good. There was no massive cock, no hard fucking and banging away at my body, now sweaty pulsing sexual organs. Just a fingertip placed shallowly into my wet pussy hole and inside I was screaming out that I needed to cum and cum quick. Outwardly I just looked like I was enjoying the music but the rhythm of the bus as it drove along the road and the gentle motion of the finger buried in my pussy was like Heaven on Earth to me. This went on for a few seconds as the bus next came to a stop to let some passengers off, who were instantly replaced by new commuters so my position on the bus did not change, except that I had to press backwards onto my man’s hand to let someone past. This he took as an opportunity to slip two more fingers into me and this felt so good.
As the bus pulled away, so his fingers continued to fuck me. I was getting close now. I could feel wetness on the inside of my thigh one leg was damp the other, protected by the cotton panties pushed to that side of my crotch was dry. Still I now desperately needed to cum in the worst way and I flexed my pussy muscles in response to the attention that my now very wet hole was receiving from this man. Soon I was cumming. My head spun off the planet, I went dizzy, I tensed and squeezed real hard as my vagina walls pulsed, my inner thighs seemed to ripple, my back seemed to arch and I noticed that my nipples had stood to attention under my bra and were protruding quite visibly under the blouse I wore. My arse cheeks clenched. In all this I could do nothing but make guttural sounds that must have made people think I was going to have a fit or something. Still, as my climax came I felt cum squirt out of my body and I must have soaked his hand. I know my leg was wet!
He continued to finger fuck me slowly after my muscles relaxed and did so until it was time for me to move towards the rear of the bus. As the journey continued, so more people got off than got on and the hidden space where my middle aged man had so expertly brought me off in public disappeared. Besides, I was weakened and worried I might collapse after so intense an experience. I was also highly embarrassed and had to move away to sit down. I just preyed that my skirt was not wet or that I had not left a wet patch on the floor behind me. I am fairly certain I hadn’t but hurried to the rear of the bus when I saw a free seat just in case and sat down not daring to move in case I should expose what I had allowed to happen to me to anyone else. I was exhausted, embarrassed, ashamed, yet thrilled all at the same time. What impact this would have on me I did not dare to imagine, I just turned up my music, rested my head back and re-lived in my mind the previous 10 minutes.
When I looked up again my man had got off the bus. I must have dozed a little. Still I squeezed my thighs together and as if I needed confirmation, I felt the dampness still there.
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One Summers Day

Introduction
Im a 15 year old boy who lives in england i have blonde hair and am quite muscular. My cock is about 6 1/2 inches , i dont know if thats big or not.My sister is 14 and has 36C tits and a soft butter like ass.Id always found her attractive.
Chapter one
It all started when i was home alone in the house because my sister was at a friends house. I was on the computer surfing the net looking for porn, as per usual when i started to watch an incestuous movie of a girl sucking her brothers cock in their garage, when my cock started to grow hard in my jeans, it got so uncomfortable that i had to take it out and jerk it i slowly started to slide my fist up and down my hard dick i was so engrossed in what i was doing i missed the part when the brother shot his cum into his sisters waiting mouth, i thought about doing that with my sister i came hard thinking about my sisters hot mouth over my elongated shaft.
I was cleaning up the cum stain off of my sisters duvet, which i used to cum into many times before, when i heard her coming through the door of our house. I panicked when i heard her coming up the stairs. i quickly ran out of her bedroom into my own and sat down on the bed, got some school books out and pretended to be doing some homework.
“Hey James” She said as she was walking past my open bedroom door
“Hey Chelsea”
“Wotcha doin?”
“Just Some homework”
“Okay cool, Whens mum and dad gonna be back?”
“err they said they’d be back before eight”
“Okay then see you later”
“Bye Sis”
“Bye Bro”
God She was so hot i’d gotten an erection just being near her, i couldnt stop myself from thinking about her naked, even though she was my sister she was just too hot to not think about her naked, id just started to jerk off when my sister barged into the room and then immediately walked back out, embarrased about what she’d just witnessed.
Chapter two
Neither me nor chelsea spoke to each other over the next few days because of what she saw. I was so embarrased, every time we met in the hallway i turned bright red and tried to run away but every time i tried id see her smile because of what she’d made me feel like. Over the next day or so it was she who broke the silence.
“Its Okay you know”
“what is?”
“You jerking off, everyone does it. Even me!”
“You, You Masturbate?”
“Yeah, like i said everyone does it.”
“Thats good of you to try and make me feel bet…”
Id been cut off mid-sentence because chelsea interupted me by saying something that really shocked me.
“Im not trying to make you feel better, i want something in return for not telling our parents”
“Like what?”
“I wanna suck your cock”
“What!?”
“I. Want. To. Suck. Your. Cock.”
“ok im not dumb you know”
“so will you let me?”
“Yeah if you want to you can suck me off, But on one condition… you have to be naked aswell as me”
“What?”
“You Naked”
“Let Me think about it”
“ok but they are the rules, if you want to suck my big long hard cock then you have to be naked aswell as me”
“ill give you my answer tomorrow, after i’ve slept on it”
“Ok”
Chapter Three
I awoke the next morning to a strange yet nice sensation on my morning wood, i slowly open my eyes and a glorious sight is beheld in front of me, My sister, Naked, sucking my cock. Ive never felt so good in all my 15 years on this wonderous world. Theres no better a sight than seeing your 14 year old sister sucking and licking your 15 year old hard dick. Then i felt something wet, something strange and realised id just had a very vivid wet dream. Yes a crappy wet dream which is nothing like the real thing adn is crap.
I got up and stripped the sheet and went downstairs to put my sheets into the washing machine and i couldnt help but look into the bathroom as i walked past and saw my little sister naked in the shower, oh how wonderful the sight was of my 14 year old sisters pussy wet and glistening in the cascading water coming from the shower , i couldnt believe what i was seeing, my cock was hard almost instantly, little did i know she knew i was there watching her untill she said:
“Like what you see bro”
“Uh yeah, your so hot”
“Thanks BIG bro” Obviously taking notice of my quite alarmingly large dick
“Well who wouldnt be big with a little sister as sexy as you leaving the door open while they shower”
“Well thank you, and to prove how grateful i am… come here baby”
as i slowly walk towards her in the shower as she watched me walk over to her eyes intently staring at my hardening dick, i could feel my cock getting ever harder as she stared at it wobbling from side to side.
“So what did you have in mind baby”
“Well i thought about what you said last night and my answer is yes, yes you sexy fucker”
that was the first time id ever hear her say anything even partialy rude in my entire life, i watched intently as she got on her knees and started sucking my dick. It felt so good, i knew i couldnt last much longer. Being the gentleman that i was i said:
“Is it alright for me to cum in your mout?”
“Hell yeah baby, ive been waiting for this for years, you know i had a crush on you”
“really cuz i have a crush on you”
with that i started to spurt my cum into her hot waiting mouth, i could hear her gulping down my cum ‘ Gulp, Gulp, Gulp, Gulp Oh god it was so sexy hearing her swallow my cum i thought i was never going to stop cumming, but finally i did and she finally licked my cock clean and started talking to me dirtily.
“God your cum was so tasty, we’ve gotta do it again”
“Hell yeah, But Can i fuck you know?”
“Of course baby, i cant wait to feel your hard cock in my hot, wet, tight, virgin pussy”
with those words still ringing in the air i slowly placed the tip of my cock on the slit of her wet pussy.
“Be gentle with me James you know im a virgin”
“Ok but i cant believe a sexy girl like you would still be a virgin”
“well i just havent found the right guy to pop my cherry with”
with that i slowly and softly pushed my cock into her pussy an inch at a time and eventualy came across her hyman stopping me from entering her cunt. I slowly pull back and harshly push forward and break her hyman causing her to bleed a little bit.
“Are you ok Chels?”
“Yeah it just hurt at the start but now it actually feels good, Keep going bro”
As i slide in and out of her slick teenage pussy She starts to shake and convulse as i begin to realise she is having an orgasm and thats pushing me over the edge as i start to shoot my cum into her womb.
“Oh god, i can feel you spurting into my pussy, it feels so good”
“Oh James, Oh James, Yes, Yes ,Yes”
Eventually my dick went soft and slipped out of her pussy.
“We should definately do this again Chelsea”
“Oh Baby im yours whenever you want me, Any Hole, Any Time, Any Place. Im yours and only yours”
“And whenever you want my cock you can have it baby”
To Be Continued…

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