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Jane and Carroll; Little Sister Breaks the Ice

Jane and Carroll; Little Sister Breaks the Ice
My senior year in high school created several great memories for me, most were great, and some not so. One memory that I will never forget is Jane.
As a junior I had taken Jane La Rue to the prom, she was a sophomore at the time. This was just a friendship date we weren’t really into any other kind. During the summer after that year we chummed around. Although we saw each other several times a week nothing happened; we were just friends, but our relationship cooled as a new year started.
Jane had convinced me to rejoin the marching band; tuba player and she plays sax, but as far as spending time together that was it. We were still friends, but Jane, still a junior, had developed an interest in someone else. I enjoyed our brief moments, her smiles and laughter; she was intoxicating.
Jane was just as introverted as I, maybe even more so, and thus my interests were never conveyed. Jane’s little sister, Carroll, a sophomore was way out there, she would say anything and everything that popped into her head; always cutting up and enjoying the clown act that she portrayed. Carroll was also in the band, a trumpet player, and so most of Jane’s and my encounters were over shadowed with Carroll’s outgoing interruptions.
Jane had dated her interest all of our senior year. I on the other hand had not dated much. In fact I took one of Jane’s friends to prom; Sharon’s boyfriend was out of school and by school rules could not attend the prom. We double dated.
As the school year ended the band teacher approached several of the band members, he was asked by the town to get together a small band for the town’s Crazy Days Celebration. His selection consisted of: My sister, clarinet, her boy friend Ray, a snare drummer, Carroll, on trumpet, Jane on sax, and me on the tuba.
The band teacher wanted us to dress up in outlandish costumes and walk around town and play during the festivities. My sister wore a ballerina tutu, pink I think. Carroll wore Mini Mouse ears, had whiskers painted on her face, and wore a white dress with large red poke-a-dots and black shinny slippers for her feet. Ray had on a tie dyed headband and a shirt with a large peace sign, shorts and sandals. I had on an old kaki army shirt with patches and a pith helmet, cut off jeans and combat boots. Jane surprised us all; she had on hot pants, turquoise blue, a long vest, woven from Mexican blanket material with fringe from the waist down, red high heels and a head band made from a long red silk scarf. (I had known Jane for almost three years and had never seen her legs above her knees, she always wore slacks and on rare occasions knee length shorts, wow I was impressed). And of course we all had on sunglasses. We named ourselves “The Hungry Five”, what a bunch of nerds!
Of course our proceeds were donated to charity, as the sign indicated, but the band teacher slipped each of us fifty dollars in cash, from the town’s merchants. After the long hot day, 95 degree temperature, and eight hours of playing the same nine or ten songs over and over we were ready to relax and cool off. I had driven, being the oldest, my car a 67’ Pontiac Bonneville. The trunk was large enough for all of our instruments, even my tuba fit. Sis and Ray took the back seat and Carroll; love her, pushed Jane to the center of the front seat as she took shotgun. I cranked up the AC and we returned our instruments to the band room of the high school. Ray and Sis left us, but our seating arrangements didn’t change. I suggested that we get a pizza and go to the lake. Jane objected that she needed to change, but Carroll convinced her that it would be past sundown if they went home first and then to the lake. We ate our pizza at a table near the swimming beach, Carroll as usual the center of attention had Jane and I laughing constantly. I had taken off my combat boots and put went bare footed; Carroll had pulled out shorts and a tee shirt from her hand bag and scooted off to the restrooms to change. I ask Jane if she wanted to remove the hot vest, but she shyly declined, she had left her high heels in the car. We walked in the sand to the water’s edge and out onto the dock and set down letting our feet dangle in the cool water. Our conversation was relaxed and simple. Carroll returned, but did not join us until after she had cannon-balled off the dock, drenching us in the process. I stared as she walked towards us on the dock, her tee shirt, now almost transparent, clung to her tits. The cold water had her nipples hard and pointy. Jane elbowed me and then pulled Carroll down beside her so as to avert my attention. She set close to Jane, and as her norm took center stage.
The sun was setting over the hills and with the wispy clouds we were soon bathed in an orange after glow. Carroll asked if I had anything to start a fire with. I told her that in the trunk I think there might be matches in the box, and that she could use the pizza box. As Carroll left us Jane slipped her arm around my waist and pulled herself closer. I was in heaven. We started kissing, like we had never done before; we had kissed, but just our lips brushing the others. Soon our tongues were probing the depths of the others mouth. Jane pulled herself closer and our bodies mashed into each other. I let my hand slip to the buttons on her vest; Jane didn’t resist as I undid the three buttons and slipped my hand inside. I was surprised, almost shocked, when I realized that Jane did not have on a bra, just the vest. Her flesh was warm and moist as I let my hand cup and squeeze her ample tits. I started tweaking her nipples and Jane not wanting to break our kiss mumbled softly into my mouth, “Easy, that coarse material has rubbed them raw.” We enjoyed the closeness until Carroll’s shouts that the fire was ready. “Fuck,” Jane let slip an obscenity, but quickly covered her mouth as if a retraction was in order. She removed my hand and then buttoned her vest, “Better go.” We spent the rest of the evening next to the fire laughing at Carroll’s outrageous antics.
Upon delivering Jane and Carroll home I managed to stutter out a very lame question, essentially “Want to go to the movies?”
Jane answered, “Yea that would be nice. See you tomorrow.” We kissed but only the touching of lips as she pulled away
I picked up Jane about 6:30 and we went to see the only choice there was in the one theater town. Jane was back to her old shy and conservative self. She wore grey slacks and a ruffled log sleeved blouse with buttons down the back. Her hair, always cut short and usually allowed to lie where it fell, was fixed; her bangs sweeping across her forehead framing her pretty face. She looked great.
Setting in the upper corner of the balcony seating I assumed I could continue where last night had ended, but was told to stop as my hand slid across Jane’s clothed breasts. We kissed some, but without the previous nights passion. The movie ended and I cannot even recall what played, I was so confused with Jane’s lack of emotion. I took her home, her parents were away for the weekend, and Jane asked me in. She asked if I wanted to watch TV and I agreed, but was puzzled as to why. Jane turned on the tube and handed me the remote. She said that she needed to go to the bathroom and left me to find something on the TV. I flipped through the channels and found and old black and white move with Carry Grant.
I was surprised when Jane returned she had changed her clothes; she had put on a royal blue pleated skirt and white pullover sleeveless top. “Do you want a snack and something to drink?”She asked as she passed through the den to the kitchen.
“Yes that would be great.
Jane returned to the den with a tray, bent slightly and set it on the low table in front of the sofa. A rare view, but Jane’s legs were beautiful; slim and yet muscular, pale and smooth, something I had noticed yesterday, but didn’t really register until just now. Her toes were painted the same shade of pink as the lipstick she had added. Jane stood up and turned to face me, I could make out her dark nipples through the thin material as she stretched to turn off the lamp on the end table. Jane pulled the knit throw from the back of the sofa as she kneeled onto the sofa with her legs curled under her; her skirt strategically smoothed into place leaving just her knees uncovered She spread the throw across us and settled back into the soft cushions of the sofa.
I was again confused by her actions; when she had sit down she had not sit next to me but had sit near the end of the sofa and not in the middle. And that throw thing was a total puzzle. I was a little uncomfortable as what to do; I reached for the tray and got a soda and some chips.
Jane asked, “Can you pass me the chips?”
I handed her the chips and she pulled a small bunch from the bag and handed it back to me. After several minutes of silently watching the movie Jane said, “Can I have a drink of your soda?”She had only brought one out of the kitchen. I gave her the can and she drank from the can and then leaned forward and placed it back on the tray. Jane then brushed the chip crumbs off the throw and raised the corner as she said, “It’s lonely under here do you want to join me?” I quickly shuffled closer as Jane let the throw cover my legs and lap.
Our shoulders touched as well as our hips, but I was unsure what to do with my arms, so I just let my hands fall to my lap and hunched my shoulder forward so as to give Jane’s shoulder all the room she needed. Jane giggled slightly as she reached for my hand. She pulled it into lap and placed it on top of her other hand. I let my shoulder relax and sink into the cushion next to hers. We sat this way for maybe twenty minutes and as the movie ended Carry Grant kissed the leading lady, I turned to Jane and we kissed. Not like last night’s parting kiss, but like the kisses on the dock at the lake, with passion; tongue’s probing, lips smashing lips, great kissing. My arms encircled Jane and we hugged as well as kissed.
We kissed nonstop for several minutes, I was afraid to let go in fear of Jane changing her mind. I liked kissing her and didn’t want it to end. Jane finally pushed me away and gasp for breath. I could see even in the dim light her pale skin was flushed and her pink lipstick was smeared onto her cheek and our saliva glistened on her lips. Jane breathed deeply several times and pulled me back for more.
Somewhere near our third or fourth break for air we hear the back door bang open and Carroll shouts, “I’m home”.
“Dam she has the keenest timing,” Jane whispers as she pulls slightly away and looks at the TV, a blank screen is all that is on. She quickly grabs the remote and switches channels. Carroll wanders into the den and says, “Oh, hi I didn’t know you were here. You know it’s about time you guys did something about each other, your all Jane talks about, since what’s his face dumped her.”
“Carroll!” Jane says her voice high pitched and scolding.
“Well it’s true, just the other night you were saying…”
“Shut up will you.” Jane pleads interrupting Carroll’s sentence.
Carroll’s short dress rides high up on her thighs as she plops down on the sofa next. She asks, “What’s on,” as she reaches across me for the bag of chips on the far end of the coffee table. As she drags the bag towards her she lets her hand slid across my lap and bumps my hard on.
She lets her hand linger for a few seconds; longer than an accidental bump.
“Jane you’d better do something for him before I have to jump his bones and relieve his ailments,” Carroll says.
“Shut up! Carroll,” Jane says again, her lips pursed and another level of agitation in her already strained voice.
Bouncing up from the sofa Carroll picks a movie from the VCR rack and puts it in the player, as she says let’s watch a movie.”
Jane shifts her legs from under her and props them on the coffee table and then slides her arm through mine and then settles back quietly. I can feel the tension in her stiff movements.
Carroll holding the VCR controls fast forwards through the previews and then starts the movie, Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Carroll then flops back onto the sofa, closer to me than before, her hand landing in my lap, and giggles as she slides it across my stiff cock and back into her own.
“Carroll, stop!” Jane admonishes.
I look at Carroll’s thighs her dress has slid up further than before. Her legs are slightly heavier than Jane’s, but just as attractive. Carroll shifts pulling one leg under her; her knee pressed into the side of my leg and then she slightly twists towards me as she props the other leg on the coffee table. I glance down again and can see her red panties; just visible under the hem of her dress. My breath quickens and I look back at the movie, but Jane has seen my looking and pinches me hard on the inside of my bicep. Our eyes meet and I just shrug and flex my arms as if to say what am I supposed to do? “Behave,” she whispers.
Carroll finally settling down starts to feel the cool of the AC and tugs at the edge of the throw, “Can I have some,” She whispers. Jane relinquishes some of the throw and allows Carroll to cover most of her legs and arms.
Several minutes pass before I feel any movement from either girl. Carroll lets her hand slip from her leg to touch mine mid thigh. Almost simultaneously Jane’s free hand slides over my stomach and up my chest as she shifts her posture, her head coming to rest on my shoulder. I lift both of my feet and prop them on the coffee table letting my legs separate slightly; giving room for my aching scrotum to move from its confines.
I notice that Carroll keeps leaning forward looking around me and at Jane. Jane is watching the movie and not paying any attention to Carroll. I look at Carroll and our eyes lock as I feel her hand slid onto my hard cock, trapped in my tight jeans. Carroll’s eye brow’s arch as she starts to rub against my fly. Only softly at first with just the tips of her fingers and then getting more aggressive she rubs the palm of her hand slowly up and down my shaft. After several minutes of this Carroll stops and pulls my arm free of Jane’s hand and under the cover of the throw slides it over her bare thighs and up under her dress. I’m allowed to feel the satin of her panties. They are damp with moisture. Carroll lifts my hand from her crotch and presses it tight to her tit; my hand closing around her firm globe I lightly squeeze and massage until I feel here nipple harden in the palm of my hand. She moves my hand to her other tit as I repeat the squeezing and massaging. Carroll leans very close to my ear and sighs heavily letting her hot breath flow. I shiver in response.
Jane realizing I have shivered asks, “Are you cold?” as she pushes the throw higher up on my shoulder and snuggles closer. I did not answer her rhetorical question, but thought no I’m hot, hot as hell. I could feel my face was flush and my underarms were damp with sweat.
Carroll finally can’t stand the constant pressure on her tits and pulls my hand away and slides it back under her dress and into her hot satin covered pussy. My fingers fumble with the elastic of one leg hole to gain access to her mound of hair, moist from perspiration and female juices. Carroll adjusts her position and allows me dip my fingers into her hole without me having to move. I can feel Carroll’s sticky juices coating my fingers. Carroll squeezes her thighs together trapping my hand in her now wet humid hole. After a few minutes of slow in and out movements Carroll again removes my hand and leads it to her lips and gently sucks the fingers clean.
Carroll after cleaning my fingers disengages herself from me and with one last grab at my hard on stands and says, “I’m going to bed.”
Jane mumbles, “Good night Carroll,” and turns to watch her leave the room. “I thought she’d never leave,” Jane says in a heavy whisper. Under the cover of the throw Jane allows her hand to slide from my chest to my rigid dick. “Umm, this feels like it might need some attention,” she coos. My hand instantly goes to Jane’s tits, cupping and squeezing them through the thin fabric of her top. Jane, her eyes closed tightly, gasps quickly and slowly lets her air flow out. I can feel her tremble slightly as I pinch her hard nipples.
With Jane’s hand rubbing on my cock and my hands busy on her tits, we were unaware of Carroll’s return to the den. I see her first. She is standing behind the sofa directly behind Jane. Her dress is bunched around her waist her panties at her knees; she has one hand on her bare tit and the other pushed into her cunt. I stiffen (pardon the pun) at the sight and Jane’s eyes pop open taking in the view of her sister. “Oh my god Carroll what are you doing?” she shouts.
“What you should be doing and if you don’t start soon I’m going to fuck him for you,” Carroll answers. Jane already on the move is up off the sofa and has Carroll by the hair and is pulling her out of the room. I hear Jane shout, almost scream, “He’s mine dam it don’t fuck it up.” I hear shrieks of laughter from Carroll, as she replies, “Well it’s about time.”
And then nothing, no sounds from the other parts of the house, just silence. I wonder what’s happened but I’m afraid to move. Several minutes pass and still nothing. After several more minutes I hear giggles and then louder giggles. Carroll and Jane emerge from the hallway and each return to the sofa. Jane kneels on the sofa and pulls me into a hug mashing her tits into my face, and Carroll sits on the edge of the sofa and starts pulling at my belt and unbuttoning my jeans.
My hands find Jane’s bare legs and I slide them upwards. Jane sighs a throaty, “Yes,” as my hands contact her bare ass and her hairy bush. Jane struggles with her top to free her tits; pulling one arm free of the sleeve hole. My mouth finds the rubbery nipple and I suck hard as Jane emits more throaty words.
Carroll has managed to remove my belt and open my fly and is tugging at the opening of my boxers. Her hand finally slips into their opening and grasps my cock. She squeezes it hard, almost painfully and pulls it free of the fabric enclosure. Her mouth is on it almost as quick as the light is.
I have managed to pull Jane’s skirt down to her knees and am pushing my fingers into her hole as her juices quickly lubricate her insides.
Carroll has dropped to her knees and is using her tongue on my dick; licking up one side and down the other and then swallowing the shaft until I hear gagging sounds. Her hands are busy pulling at my jeans and boxers. Soon she has them tugged down from around my waist and almost to my knees. Her mouth lets go of my dick only to swallow one of my balls and then the other one. Her hand, almost a blur, rapidly strokes my cock.
Jane moans, “Oh, god yes,” with every advance of my now three penetrating fingers and gasps for breath with each retreat. I push again and feel Jane hump back trying to impale my fingers deeper into her cunt as she repeats, “Oh, god yes.”
I feel the semen start to churn and boil in my nuts and am about to shout I’m cumming, but don’t want to let go of Jane’s sweet nipple. I explode into Carroll’s mouth and as she pulls off gagging the second and third globs strike her in the face. I manage to look at Carroll; she is momentarily stunned with the outcome of her manipulations and is holding her hands free of my cock, my cum dripping from her cheek onto her tits.
Jane continues to moan and has started to grunt in cadence with each of my fingers advances. I try to ease her down onto the sofa, but Jane’s body spasms and then become rigid as she reaches her peak. I feel hot white liquid ooze from her pussy coating my fingers, hand and forearm. I remove my fingers and hold her tight until she melts into a pile in my lap.
Carroll moves to take her spot, grabbing my slippery hand and guiding it to her burning hole.
As Jane’s climax subsides she stretches her legs out straight and slides to the floor with a resounding thump. She leans against my legs still propped on the coffee table. My legs are still pinned at the knees with the jeans and boxers restraining their movement. I can now see Jane and what a beautiful view. She is still in a state of satisfied bliss; her smile radiating from her flushed face. She’s trying to catch her breath; her tits heaving with each gasp.
Carroll has started to grunt just as Jane had earlier. I intensify my finger thrusts and soon Carroll is screaming, “I’m fucking cumming!”
Jane is amazed as she watches her little sister thrash about and then slump in exhaustion, “Was I that out of control?” she whispers just loud enough so that I can hear over Carroll’s diminishing cries.
I smile and nod a response.
Jane starts tugging on my jeans and finishes what Carroll had started; I’m finally able to spread my legs and remove them from the coffee table. As soon as I spread them Jane slips in-between my legs and garbs my semi-erect cock and starts pumping it; at first using one hand and then two. “This feels so funny,” she says giggling. “I’ve never held a guy’s cock in my hands.” Her eyes fixed on the spectacle, she continues, “It’s soft and spongy and at the same time it’s getting rigid.” I watch her as she lovingly kisses the hood. Her tongue slips between her pretty pink lips and licks the underside of my cock. She stops and runs her tongue around her pink lips examining the flavor; tasting the semen from Carroll’s previous sucking, deciding that the taste is not all that unlikeable; she swallows half of my dick, backing away gagging after she does. She is determined and tries again only with the same results. “Carroll how did you get this thing so far down your throat without choking?” she asks, vigorously shaking Carroll back into reality.
Carroll again drops to her knees and pushes Jane’s face away. “Like this,” she says, opening her mouth wide and slipping her mouth down over my cock. As Carroll felt the tip pass out of her mouth and into her throat she sucks in air and swallows at the same time. Carroll lets her lips close on my shaft applying pressure and then she slowly pulls her head off of my dick. “It takes practice,” she says, almost triumphantly.
“Where’d you have any practice?” Jane asks, mocking Carroll’s enthusiasm.
“I’ve been working on Richard’s dick for months.”
“Carroll you little slut, He’s married and almost 25 years old,” Jane scolded.
“Yea, I know, but Sue doesn’t like to give head and Richard pays me $10 for a quickie and more if I let him feel me up while I suck.”
“Wow, I love it you really are a little slut,” I say.
The girls start laughing realizing that I’m still in the room and not just a stiffie that Jane is stroking. Jane, between giggles sucks my cock into her mouth letting it touch the back of her mouth and then using her lips as Carroll showed her applies pressure.
Carroll says, “You’re a fast learner soon you’ll be a little cock sucking slut like me.”
This causes Jane to choke from laughter. After recovering Jane swallows more and more with each try. I can feel the tip of my dick entering the restricted confines of Jane’s throat. After several minutes of practicing her technique Jane lets my dick fall from her mouth. “Carroll do you any have any practice at this,” Jane straddles my legs facing me and lowers her pussy onto my cock.
“Carroll answers, “It’s going to be a little painful, so go slow.” But Jane was already pushing down hard and unable to slow.
I felt her hymen rip as Jane screamed with pain.
Carroll says, “Told you to go slow,” grimacing through her sister’s pain.
Jane held her ground for a few moments; tears streaming down her cheeks, and then slowly, ever so slowly her movements start anew.
After several slow strokes Jane could block the pain and start to feel the stimulation. Jane leans into me, her bare nipples brushing against the rough material of my western shirt. Jane pulls hard at the shirt and the snaps pop open exposing my chest. Enjoying the feel of the sparse hair and the moist skin touching her tits Jane increases the speed and intensity of each stroke.
Carroll now was on the floor, her head was shoved between mine and Jane’s legs and she was sucking on my nut sack.
I wasn’t going to last very long and I gave this indication to Jane, but she was too far gone and I had shout “Jane I’m going to cum. I took Carroll hearing what I was saying to realize the severity of the situation. Carroll pulled Jane off of my engorged cock just as it exploded shooting steam after stream of hot semen on Jane’s legs and dark bush.
Jane groaned with displeasure, but after the fact breathed a sigh of relief.
Carroll, being the little slut of experience pushed Jane into a setting position on the coffee table and really gave her a tongue lashing. I mean she was licking Jane’s legs and bush with such furry that all Jane could do was push on the back of Carroll’s head and continue into a electrifying orgasm.
I was awash with new sensations. I’d seen pictures of girl on girl, but never thought that I’d experience anything in reality as vivid as this scene. But here in the flesh were two girls, now women actually, embraced within their passion. My cock started a quick rise.
Carroll was the first to notice as she yelled, “It’s my turn,” and pushed me flat on the sofa and mounted me reverse cowgirl. Carroll immediately started pounding onto my boner. “Oh god, you’re much bigger than Richard,” she screamed as her climax neared.
After several minutes of Carroll riding me Jane pulled her off. I started to rise and Jane pulled me to the floor and then top of her as she laid flat on the carpet. I pumped for all that I was worth; concentrating on nothing but another ejaculation. After several minutes of raw pounding I realize that to achieve another I’d have to change Jane’s position to heighten the stimulation. I scooped up her legs and pushed them over her head, her knees were touching the floor on either side of her head. I started pounding again. Carroll joined in, she was behind me and started squeezing my nut sack and chanting, “Fuck her, fuck her harder.” I had pounded Jane through at least two of her trembling orgasms, her shrieks drowning out Carroll’s chant. Sweat was dripping from my body in rivulets. My cock started to swell and my nuts churned as semen started for the surface. I pulled out of Jane’s hot pussy, letting her legs flop. On my knees I scaled Jane’s body; straddling her heaving chest. I shot my hot load into Jane’s open mouth, onto her pretty face, into her hair and onto her tits. I’d never shot so much not even if I counted numerous jerk sessions.
Jane choked on the semen as she swallowed, but managed to get it down. She started scooping up more from her tits and licking her fingers clean. Carroll joined in as if it were an ice cream cone she started licking her sister’s tits. With a mouth full of cum Carroll would kiss Jane, pushing her tongue deep into Jane’s mouth. After cleaning up Jane’s body Carroll pushed me forward until Jane could suck the remains of the cum from my rapidly deflating cock.
The three of us spent the rest of the summer nearly inseparable. In a month and a half I was at college three states away, but Carroll; love her, kept me informed of our newly created little slut.
An excerpt from one of Carroll’s letters:
“Jane’s still trying to be first at something, it may never happen, but here is her weeks accomplishments, she fucked (we actually) Wally and Saul at the city park last Friday night. Jane was fucking so hard that after they left Jane looked like someone had turned the garden hose on her (rode hard and put up wet accurately describes the scene).
Jim and I followed her to the movies on Monday and saw her duck out the back with Larry. Later we found them parked on the hill overlooking town. Her feet were in the air and her shrieks could be heard over the blare of the stereo.
Wednesday Jane met Richard for the second time this week (you know there’s not much to say there I’ve already described Richard).
And last but not least on Thursday, just after lunch Jane and Bill Watson were seen out at the lake, on the far shore in the weeds. They really flattened the spot out and rubbers were everywhere, but they were all empty. I think that she drinks the cum after they are filled (Still not a first). And later after we had dinner with mom and dad at the house, she slipped out to meet Frank. You don’t know Frank, he’s new around town, been here only a week or so. He’s black as the ace of spades with a body of chiseled steel. His dick, well now, how to describe thee… ten inches long and nearly two inches thick, he can cum maybe five times a day and produces buckets of cum (Yum). She only thinks that she had him first.”
XXOO Love Carroll
You’re little cock sucking slut!!
P.S. I miss your cock!

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Admiring Our Own Work

A pianist was hired to play background music for a movie. When it was completed he asked when and where he could see the picture. The producer sheepishly confessed that it was actually a porno film and it was due out in a month.
A month later, the musician went to a porno theatre to see it. With his collar up and dark glasses on, he took a seat in the back row, next to a couple who also seemed to be in disguise.
The movie was even raunchier than he had feared, featuring group sex, S/M and even a dog.
After a while, the embarrassed pianist turned to the couple and said, “I’m only here to listen to the music.”
“Yeah?” replied the man. “We’re only here to see our dog.”

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SMALL GUY ON ELEVATOR

A small guy goes into an elevator, when he gets in he notices a huge dude standing next to him. The big dude looks down upon the small guy and says: “7 foot tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch dick, 3 pound left ball, 3 pound right ball, Turner Brown.” The small white guy faints!
The big dude picks up the small guy, brings him to, slapping his face and shaking him, and asks the small guy, “What’s wrong?”
The small white guy says, “Excuse me but what did you say?”
The big dude looks down and says, “7 foot tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch dick, 3 pound left ball, 3 pound right ball, my name is Turner Brown.”
The small guy says,”Thank God, I thought you said, ‘Turn around.’ ”

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Me and Jill

Hello everyone i just started writing stories on this site and hope everyone gives constructive criticism. Thanks

Fiction

It started at the nudist beach

Those readers who have enjoyed my earlier, somewhat violent and sadistic stories, might be disappointed by this purely sexual story. But then again, I know that many people do not like the cruelty I’ve previously written of, and may enjoy this story more.
The other thing that I might mention is that, after the moderators treated me so shabbily at the time of posting my last story, I vowed never to write again. I have in fact abstained for well over a year, however have written this one for all of those lovely people who have asked me to write more.
This story has of course, no basis in reality, it is just pure fantasy about the way I might have been, had life thrown up different circumstances. (Sigh)
But now to the story:
Rob was one of those men who, while truly loving his wife, nevertheless got a thrill from seeing her being degraded and made cheap and sluttish.
Her husband’s perversion began to be shown to Yvonne almost as soon as they were married. Her husband wanted her to wear shorter and shorter skirts, tighter and more revealing tops, and on the beach to actually go topless so that men could ogle her naked breasts. Initially she worried that Rob had stopped loving her. Her understanding of love was that a husband is normally jealous of his wife’s purity and chastity, rather than wanting to show her off.
When Yvonne mentioned her fears, Rob explained to her that rather than his love lessening in any way, his pride in Yvonne, when he saw men perving on her, served to make him love her all the more. This all seemed a little strange to Yvonne, but she soon noticed that if she flirted or showed herself off in some way, her husband loved it and was so very loving towards her afterwards.
Straight away, Yvonne began to respond to her husband’s prompting. She began to wear very short skirts and very revealing clothes, and found that it was certainly not unpleasant to have men looking admiringly, and even lustfully towards her.
This state of affairs had developed so rapidly that Rob and Yvonne had been married just on a month when an event occurred that pushed things much, much further.
Rob had long known of a nudist beach some distance away. He had checking it out several times and knew that while some couples did sunbathe nude, it was mainly frequented by men who no doubt only went there to perv on the limited number of women.
One particular hot and sunny day, Rob and Yvonne decided to go to the beach. Rob told his wife about the nudist beach, and suggested that they go there.
Yvonne, although she had slid her top off while sunbathing, had never thought of removing all of her clothing, and she felt both embarrassed, but also excited, at the thought. She knew that her husband would be thrilled to show her off in that manner, and after hesitating for just a moment or two, she agreed.
On arriving at the beach, Yvonne felt that she was almost blushing as they walked together over the sand. She had kept her eyes downcast but was aware that there were only two other couples, and in each case the woman was simply lying topless and sunbathing.
Rob seemed to know exactly where he was going, he led his blushing bride along the beach and past a large outcrop of rocks. Past these rocks there were just a handful of people, and with a shy and very brief scan around her, Yvonne could see that they were all men and that she was the only female in that area.
Yvonne wore a little pair of shorts along with a skimpy little top through which her nipples bulged prominently. She felt that all of the men were looking her over and anticipating the nakedness of her small breasts when she took her top off. At that thought she felt flustered, embarrassed, excited, and very definitely sexy.
They spread out the towels on the sand, and Rob immediately stripped off his shorts and t-shirt to be completely naked. Yvonne looked at his body and saw his cock verging on being hard, no doubt at the thought of all of these men viewing his wife’s nakedness.
Yvonne sat on the towel, too embarrassed to undress, and too embarrassed to look about her. Rob looked at her expectantly, then, realising his wife’s shyness, he leaned over and, taking hold of the bottom of his wife’s little white top, he pulled it up over her head and tossed it onto the sand.
Yvonne’s small, but round and firm breasts swayed naked on her chest. She felt a little tremor shudder through her body. She knew that all of the men, would be looking and admiring her.
“You’re fabulous,” Rob said admiringly. He then told Yvonne to lean back on her elbows rather than lie down on the beach towel ……. “so everyone can have a good perv over you.”
Yvonne did as her husband suggested. Her shoulders going back and her breasts naturally thrusting forward as she leaned back on her elbows in a semi-reclining position.
With closed eyes, Yvonne tipped her head back so that her thick, dark hair fell luxuriously over her shoulders. She felt the warm sun soaking her half undressed body, and felt so sexually sensual.
Rob glanced around and noted almost everyone looking in their direction. There were two men together just seven or eight yards away, and another five individual men dotted around the beach. Rob had intentionally selected a spot right in the middle and fairly close the the couple of men who were together. These latter two were looking in his direction so he smiled towards them and nodded his head in a friendly manner.
“Isn’t this fucking great,” he thought to himself as he looked at his young wife’s naked breasts fully on display.
It was only a minute or two later, when the two men, who all the while had been quite wantonly viewing Yvonne’s semi-nakedness, got up off the sand and began strolling towards where Rob and Yvonne had settled. The men, when within a couple of yards, briefly glanced away from Yvonne and encountered Rob’s eye. Rob grinned broadly at the men and gave a friendly nod of his head. This seemed to assure the two men that Rob was quite amenable to them having a good look at Yvonne, and they almost stopped for a moment or two at Yvonne’s feet, and gazed down admiringly at her naked breasts and lovely shoulders and body.
Yvonne, sensing the men’s nearby presence, lifted her head and found herself looking directly into the men’s grinning faces. Her face flushed red as she lowered her eyes in embarrassment, however she maintained her position under the men’s lustful gaze.
The men continued on their way along the beach, but made it obvious that their only intention had been to perv on Yvonne’s breasts, when they stopped a short way off, paused for a moment, then came walking back for another look, once more pausing at her feet to gloat at the sight.
“Oh my God,” Yvonne whispered to Rob after the men had passed, “they certainly didn’t mind taking a good look.”
Rob chuckled, “they certainly liked what they saw,” he said, then went on to tease Yvonne about how she had blushed so much under the men’s gaze.
It was then that they noticed another man get up from his position and begin to saunter up the beach towards them.
Obviously, this man had been encouraged by the brazenness of the first couple of men who had come to view Yvonne’s naked, and splendid, breasts.
Unlike the first men, who it could have been argued where just stretching their legs, this man, perhaps in his late fifties and somewhat scrawny looking, was walking straight up the beach towards them, and much more obviously intent on coming purely for a look.
Yvonne closed her eyes and once more let her head tip back slightly as she soaked up the sunshine. This time she was intent not to encounter the gaze of her admirer.
Again Rob grinned and nodded in a friendly manner as this old perv came right to their feet and gloated at Yvonne’s nakedness as he sauntered ever so slowly by.
Having had a good look, the guy made a sharp turn and headed straight back to where he’d come from on the beach, thus making it quite obvious that he’d just walked up to Yvonne to perv on her naked breasts.
Rob suddenly wished that Yvonne had been totally naked for these three men who’d perved over her breasts.
“What about taking off your shorts,” he suggested to his wife.
“Goodness!” Yvonne exclaimed, “don’t you think they’re seeing enough.”
“Just think of how you would have felt with those men looking at you if you’d been totally naked,” her husband said excitedly, “they’re obviously just perverts here to lust over you.”
Rob knew that Yvonne would be too embarrassed to strip naked herself, so he got up on his knees and leaned over to undo the button and zipper of his wife’s shorts.
Yvonne lifted her head and watched Rob fumbling with her shorts. Rob noted with delight that she offered no resistance.
Undoing the button, Rob began to pull at his wife’s shorts. Yvonne lifted her backside slightly, and the shorts came sliding down over her legs.
Rob followed up by pulling Yvonne’s little pair of panties down and then pulled both items of clothing off over her feet so that she was now totally naked.
“Oh darling,” Yvonne softly murmured, “this is so very wrong.”
“It’s so very right,” Rob countered, “you’re going to be a dirty little slut and show yourself off like a fucking whore.”
“Oh my God!” Yvonne exclaimed. It was the first time that Rob had ever said such degrading and filthy things about her, but she felt so excitedly sexy and knew that she really was being a slut by showing herself off in this way.
Rob looked across at his lovely, young wife, as naked as the day she was born, with her beautiful round firm breasts fully on display, her gorgeous legs naked and her tiny triangle of trimmed hair peeping at the top of her legs which she kept firmly together.
Getting up on his knees, Rob leaned over his wife and taking each of her ankles, spread her legs some three feet apart. He then slipped a hand under first one knee and then the other, and lifted his wife’s knees up and splayed them outwards so that she was in such a position that she might adopt while being fucked, and with her cunt now gaping beautifully between her naked thighs.
“Oh darling,” Yvonne once more moaned softly, “this is so very wrong, and so very bad.”
Rob knew from the tone of his wife’s voice, and the way that she said this, that she certainly wasn’t complaining or resisting in any way. It was more of a lustful submission to what he was doing with her.
“Mmm, sweetheart,” Rob responded with loving affection, “you look like a filthy harlot in that position.”
Yvonne had been looking down across her naked body, at her parted legs with knees in the air and splayed apart, at her gaping pussy. She turned her head towards Rob and gave a start as she saw that the older man who had just been up to perv on her naked breasts, had silently walked up to them once more, and was standing right next to them.
The lecherous old pervert was now grinning broadly, having heard Rob’s words that Yvonne looked like a harlot. He moved to just near Yvonne’s feet and stood gazing at her lovely, naked thighs and her gaping cunt which was showing signs of wetness.
Yvonne, in her extreme embarrassment and shame, kept her eyes lowered, looking at the man’s thin, hairy legs, and attracted by the large, semi-rigid cock that swayed out from between his loins.
Instinctively, Yvonne closed her knees together, but her husband immediately leaned over and gently parted them again to display her gaping cunt once more.
This latter action of Rob, in spreading his wife’s thighs, showed beyond doubt to the old perv, that Yvonne was there to be seen and to be gloated over.
The guy immediately put his hand to his cock and asked, “Where’d you find this slut?”
“She’s my wife,” Rob answered proudly.
“Really!” the old guy exclaimed with obvious surprise. He didn’t elaborate on what he thought though, and just continued to gloat over the lewdness of Yvonne’s lascivious pose.
“Do you share her?” the old guy eventually asked.
This question took Rob by surprise and he hesitated without answering. Wild perverted ideas raced through his mind, and it wasn’t until he saw Yvonne looking at him with a horrified look that he muttered an answer of “no.”
The old pervert continued to lust over Yvonne before then giving a grunt and walking away without a further word.
“Oh God!” I feel so dirty, as if I’d been molested by his eyes and his thoughts,” Yvonne said with a shudder.
“Yes,” Rob responded with a mocking laugh, “and that’s why your cunt is so wet and you couldn’t take your eyes off his cock.”
Just then, Rob, who had been glancing about, noticed a guy who had moved closer to them and was directly in front some twenty yards away. Poking out from under this guy’s beach towel, was the unmistakable shape of a zoom camera lens.
For just a moment, the thought of Yvonne being captured on film, sent a thrill through Rob’s brain. He then thought that he too might be captured on film and frowned at the thought of perhaps being posted on some sex site on the internet. While the idea of his wife being displayed to the entire world excited him, Rob didn’t want himself so displayed.
He immediately got to his feet and moved off towards the guy.
“Where are you going?” Yvonne asked in a panic at the thought of being left alone.
Rob ignored her, and approached the guy who, as soon as he saw Rob heading in his direction, had pulled the towel down to hide the camera.
“Hi,” Rob said in a friendly manner as he dropped down onto his knees next to the guy.
“Hi,” the man answered in a suspicious and slightly flustered manner, no doubt because he wondered if he’d been caught at snapping the photos that he had indeed taken.
“I’m happy with you taking photos of my wife, but I don’t want myself in them if you’re going to post them on the net or anything like that,” Rob said cheerily.
The guy immediately seemed to relax a bit, and Rob mentioned that his camera looked like it had a “decent sort of a zoom lens on it.”
“x500,” the guy said with a hint of pride.
“Wow,” Rob grinned, “that would bring things up nice and close. Can I have a look at how my wife looks?”
The guy momentarily seemed suspicious again. He hadn’t actually admitted to having taken photos, but after a second’s consideration he lifted the towel and got his last photo up on the screen of the camera.
Rob looked at it, and saw Yvonne’s image, as if she had been photographed from close range. Her knees were up and apart and she was looking up at the old perv who had stood, also stark naked, right in front of her.
“Fuck, she came up all right with your zoom,” Rob said enthusiastically, then added as he looked at the camera’s controls, “how do I go back?”
He needed no instruction though, as he’d pushed the arrow button and saw the previous shot of Yvonne with legs nicely parted.
Trawling back through the photos, he viewed some thirty or more pictures of Yvonne in her nakedness.
“Some great shots there,” he said with a grin as he handed the camera back. “Her cunt doesn’t show from here though, you’re welcome to come and get some close ups of her if you want.”
Yvonne had all of this time watched her husband with some anxiety. She had pulled a towel up to cover her nakedness, and sat with arms clutching the towel.
Now, seeing her husband approach with the man holding the camera, she felt a nervous tremor run through her body, but at the same time she felt relief that Rob would be back alongside her.
“This guy wants to take some pornographic photos of you,” Rob announced cheerily by way of some sort of introduction between Yvonne and the guy.
Rob pulled the towel away and instructed his wife to lie back, at the same time spreading her legs and lifting her knees once more.
The guy began to eagerly click away with his camera, taking dozens of photos from every conceivable angle.
“Zoom right in on her cunt if you want,” Rob suggested. He then got Yvonne to use her fingers in spreading her cunt a little more.
Seeing what was going on, every guy on the beach now came, a few others also armed with cameras, and Yvonne was soon the centre of attention with men jostling all around her to get a good view or good photos of Yvonne’s body, tits, cunt, legs, ass, or just her lovely face.
Yvonne was initially overwhelmed with shame at being naked amidst all of these guys whose cocks were all now ranging from semi-rigid through to huge, erect, cum dribbling monsters.
The men were so nice to her though, that she soon began to relax and thrilled all the more to being so brazenly sluttish for the battery of cameras. She noticed actually, that in addressing her directly, the men were all so nice – “slip your fingers in your cunt sweetheart” – ” tip your head back a little darling” – “lift your legs into the air sweetie.” While any word about her addressed to her husband was invariably somewhat crude – “do you share the slut around?” – “does the bitch take it up the ass?” – “get the dirty whore to kneel on all fours with her ass in the air” – “does the slut play around?”
Yvonne’s cunt was absolutely dribbling, with little riverlets of her juices now and then trickling down from her wet cunt.
Eventually, with each camera filled with literally hundreds of porno pics of Yvonne, and one guy having actually masturbated while watching Yvonne, the crowd dispersed, with the photographers packing up and heading home to download their booty and no doubt boast to work colleagues, friends and all and sundry, about the sensational thing that had happened to them.
There were just two older guys, perhaps in their late fifties, that seemed to loiter about. Then when the last of the others had gone, one of them said to Rob, “my apartment is just up the road, perhaps you and I and this other guy could have a fucking session and film it all?” Then he added that he also had a collection of dildos, vibrators and a vacuum device for nipples and tits, along with bondage equipment, and video equipment.
Rob, whose lust was already at a fever level, felt his already hard cock swell even further. He understood it that the guy had meant that all three of them fuck his wife. He looked at Yvonne who was still stark naked but standing now. She had obviously heard the guy’s suggestion, as it was directed to them both, however she remained with a completely relaxed look on her face as if the suggestion had been no more than that they have a cup of coffee.
Still looking at his wife, and wondering that she remained so calm at such a suggestion, Rob replied that “it sounds tempting.”
Yvonne’s look had been somewhat dreamy but now he caught her eye directly. He was sure there was the hint of a smile with the corners of her mouth curving almost imperceptibly and a certain light coming into her eyes. Certainly she had given no indication that she wasn’t amenable to the idea.
“She’s never done it before ….. we’ve only been married a few weeks,” Rob now said with a smile, and by his words indicated that he would be willing if his wife was.
“A few weeks?” both guys exclaimed together. That news really excited them, and one said, “that makes it all the more exciting that we’d be fucking your new bride.”
So now there could be no misinterpretation by either Rob or Yvonne – it would be a gang bang with all three of them fucking her.
“All right. I think she needs a good three way fucking,” Rob said lustfully.
He had been watching his wife intently and a little nervously as he said this. He saw her swallow and noticed that her lips parted a little, but other than that she gave no indication, although Rob was sure that that pleased smile still played about her mouth.
They all left the beach, and Rob said that they’d follow the guy’s car.
About to get into their own car, Yvonne and Rob embraced and kissed passionately.
“You were magnificent,” Rob lovingly told Yvonne.
“I can hardly believe what we did,” Yvonne replied, smiling up at Rob.
“…. or what we’re about to do,” her husband added excitedly.
They got in the car and moments later drove slowly off behind the men in the car in front.
The apartment was indeed just up the road as the guy had said.
They parked the car, and Rob turned to Yvonne, “are you ready?’ he asked excitedly.
“Yes,” Yvonne answered unhesitatingly.
“Ready to be fucked by these two guys whose names we don’t even know?” Rob ecstatically continued.
“Yes, yes,” Yvonne answered, feeling herself becoming even more lustful at Rob’s specific questions which she knew were exciting him also.
“You really are a dirty, fucking slut,” Rob told his wife lovingly, almost panting with animal carnality.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Yvonne moaned with licentious desire.
Yvonne and Rob, lovingly hand in hand, followed the two men up the path, up a flight of stairs, and were then waiting, hearts beating fast, as the guy opened the door to the unit.
They were led in and straight through to a bedroom where there was a large king sized bed.
Rob’s heart was racing and his mouth was dry. This is it, he thought to himself, Yvonne is going to be fucked and used by these two guys.
There were no formalities, no preliminaries, no foreplay as it were. On entering the bedroom, both guys turned to Yvonne and began rapidly undressing her, not that she had much on, just her little top, her shorts, and a pair of panties.
It took maybe thirty seconds and she was naked.
The guys had their clothes off even faster, and their big, hard cocks swayed out in front of them.
“Up on the bed,” one guy told Yvonne as he climbed onto the mattress and pulled her up after him.
He lay her down and then straddled her head, directing his big, hard, cum dribbling cock towards her mouth.
Yvonne held the cock at its base and slid her lips over the big, round head of it, working her tongue around and around before taking the cock right into her mouth and right back to the entrance to her throat.
The other guy was now between Yvonne’s parted legs and his cock entered her warm, wet, slippery cunt, sliding right up deep within her.
“Ah …. the fucking slut was certainly ready for this,” the guy fucking her groaned lustfully as Yvonne moved her hips in unison to his fucking, and while she sucked lovingly on the other guy’s cock.
“Yes,” Rob, who had also stripped and had begun stroking his raging cock, agreed. “The dirty fucking bitch needs to be fucked stupid.”
Yvonne only sucked on the guy’s cock for a minute before he pulled away with a groan of sheer lust. “Oo, you fucking little whore, you’d have me cum down your throat in no time if you kept on like that.”
Both guys climbed off the bed. “Now then you dirty little tramp,” the guy who owned the unit told Yvonne with a leer, “I’m going to try out all of my sex toys on you before you get our cum.”
Yvonne smiled serenely.
“First we’ll shackle you up so that you’re completely helpless,” the guy told Yvonne as he sorted out some restraints.
“Now then, give us your arms,” she was told as the two men stood either side of her. She smilingly held out her arms to be fastened into the restraints, and she watched as the leather straps were buckled firmly around her wrists.
Her arms were then stretched back over her shoulders and affixed to the bed head.
“How’s that feel?, she was laughingly asked as the men next pushed a number of pillows under her ass and hips.
Yvonne just smiled up at the men without responding in words.
Her ankles were encircled in leather straps and she was told to lift her legs up high. She swung her legs upwards and the guys took one each and fastened the ankle straps onto chains that dangled from an iron loop fixed into the ceiling.
“How’s that feel?” she was again asked, and this time she answered with a single word, “helpless.”
The men chuckled wickedly. “Helpless is just how we want you,” they almost sneered. “Helpless to resist no matter what we do to you,” they laughed. “Helpless to stop us from using any sort of sex device on you, or doing anything we like with you.”
Rob had noticed two video cameras mounted in the corners of the room; these were set in action, and a hand held camera was given to Rob to use as he saw fit. He stroked his hard, lusting cock and thought to himself that the men could indeed do anything they wanted with his wife, and he would not stop them.
Yvonne’s cunt, which was nicely raised up on the pile of pillows, was lubed up and a large, vibrating dildo was eased right up into it. The dildo was shaped with a special vibrating pad that pushed nicely against the recipient’s clitoris, and as soon as it was switched on, Yvonne gave a little moan of pleasure as she felt it working on her most sensitive parts.
The men amused themselves playing with the controls, winding the level up and down, and laughing at every little cry of delight, and every sensuous stretching and movement of Yvonne’s body as the stimulating vibrations did their teasing work.
After a time, the owner of the apartment left the other guy to continue playing with Yvonne in that way, while he set up a suction pump ready to work on Yvonne’s small, firm breasts. As soon as it was ready and the pump was started, the transparent glass cups were placed over Yvonne’s nipples.
It took a bit of fiddling about to get the cups to seal properly, but once they did, Yvonne’s nipples began to bulge out nicely inside the cups, thus sealing firmly and allowing the vacuum pump to really start working and distend her nipples up inside the narrow tubes of each cup.
“There you are young lady,” the guy laughed, now you’re no more than a fucking cow in a milking shed.
Having organised the nipple pump to do its work, the guy asked Rob if he ass fucked his wife. On receiving an answer in the negative, he laughingly said that they’d soon change that virginal state of Yvonne’s ass-hole.
An amount of lubricant was injected up Yvonne’s ass, and an amount more smeared all around her hole. The guy then took a long, pink, flexible, cock shaped dildo, perhaps an inch in diameter, and slowly worked the end of it up into the slut’s hole, much to the wriggling of Yvonne as she hung there stretched out in her restraints.
Yvonne’s ass-hole, like her cunt, was nicely presented up in the air, thanks to the restraints holding her legs up and apart, and the pile of cushions lifting her hips nicely.
Rob, watching all of this, thrilled at the obscene sight of the large dildo up his wife’s cunt, the smaller, more flexible one being worked up her ass, and the vacuum cups on her nipples which were now beginning to distend nicely. He zoomed the video camera in to capture each wonderful operation on film.
Slowly, slowly the guy worked with the dildo on Yvonne’s ass, and as her hole loosened slightly he was able to slide more and more of the dildo up into her intestines.
The sensations that Yvonne was feeling were wonderful. Firstly, she felt so sexy just being stretched out and quite helpless in her restraining straps, secondly the vibrating dildo up her pussy, continued to send incredible feelings of delight through her body. The vacuum sucking relentlessly on her nipples gave a lovely feeling hard to describe, and the flexible dildo, being worked ever so slowly up into her innards, made her feel, on top of all of the other combined sensations, just wonderful.
Her nipples were now bulging to the diameter of the tubes into which they were slowly being pumped, and, as she lifted her head to look down at them, she saw that her nipples were now incredibly, some two inches long.
“How are you feeling slut?” one of the guys asked Yvonne, sticking his face right close to hers. She smiled up at him, “like a slut,” she replied softly.
“How’s her ass going?” the guy then asked his pal.
“She’s probably ready to take a bigger one now,” the other replied with some glee.
“Ha, ha,” the apartment owner chuckled, “I’ve something really special for the little whore,” and he produced an expandable dildo from a nearby drawer.
They eased the flexible rubber dildo out of Yvonne’s ass, and found that it had been worked almost ten inches up inside her tunnel.
Taking the bright purple expandable dildo, the flat base of which had a rubber tube connecting to a small, squeeze ball pump, they easily worked the relatively thin, four inches up into Yvonne’s ass-hole.
Once in place up her anus, the guy gave a couple of pumps of the squeeze ball, and immediately Yvonne gave a little gasp.
“What is that you’ve put up me?” she asked in a surprised tone.
“An inflatable dildo,” the guy laughed. “How’s it feel?”
Before she could answer, the guy gave another pump and Yvonne gave another gasp. “Now it feels like I need to go to the toilet,” Yvonne answered with a laugh.
“See if you can shit it out,” she was told.
Yvonne worked her muscles and slowly, but feeling her hole stretching incredibly, she managed to “shit” out the dildo.
“Fuck, look at that,” the guys exclaimed gleefully as the heavy duty balloon like bladder of the inflated dildo opened Yvonne’s anus fabulously. They then held it up so that she could see it, and she too marvelled at the size that she’d managed to pass. It was some two and a half inches around, although she knew that her hole would have squeezed the inflated bladder into a small “neck” as it came through.
The dildo was deflated, reinserted into her anus, blown up again, and Yvonne again “shit” it out.
“How’s it feel as it’s coming out?” the guys asked as they deflated the dildo and reinserted it up Yvonne’s ass.
“My God,” Yvonne laughed, “it feels like it’s stretching me to the limit.”
“It is,” they told her, “your hole is like stretched rubber as it opens out.
Again and again they had Yvonne pass the fat, inflated dildo, and soon, after some twenty tries, she found that she could push it out more easily.
By now, the guys considered that Yvonne’s nipples had probably swollen to as large as they would. The were indeed quite obscene – some three quarters of an inch in diameter, and just over two and a half inches long.
The vacuum system was now modified to pump up the breasts as well, and larger cups were slid down over the nipple tubes, special seals were fitted where the two joined, and now the pump was restarted.
Her nipples had already begun to lose the maximum size that they’d attained, but once the pump was restarted they quickly pumped up again, and now her breasts were beginning to fill the larger cups too.
Having arranged the nipple and breast pumping, the guys returned to Yvonne’s ass stretching, beginning to pump the purple bladder larger than before.
Now, each time it was pumped up, Yvonne gasped and exclaimed, “Oh my God,” or various expletives as her intestines were stretched. There was no need to consciously force it out now. Her muscles instinctively worked to expel the huge “shit” that it felt was inside her, and her anus stretched and gaped to huge proportions as the three inch bladder forced its way out each time that it was pumped up inside her.
They had done this a half dozen times when the guy controlling the vibrating dildo that was working on Yvonne’s cunt, handed the controller to Rob. “Here, you do this,” he said, I want to fuck the bitch-whore’s throat.”
Rob eagerly took over the controller, and immediately wound it right up to the maximum setting.
“Oo, oh, oh, arrr,” Yvonne started moaning as the vibrations emanating through her cunt made her feel so fabulous.
In the meantime, the guy who had previously worked the vibrator, shoved a thick cushion behind Yvonne’s shoulders so that her head now tipped right back to be almost upside-down. The guy positioned himself so that he could hold her head and fuck her mouth with her head now on the right angle so as to take his long, thick cock through her mouth and right on into and down her throat.
Soon Yvonne was alternately moaning and groaning with the lustful delight of the vibrator working almost continually at the maximum setting on her cunt, then gasping and moaning as the huge inflated bladder of the expandable dildo stretched her ass to incredible proportions. These two stimuli of her lustful moaning, were intermittently overcome by the violent gagging and choking as the guy forced his cock right down into her throat, and then her choking was invariably followed by uncontrollable fits of coughing after he withdrew his cock from her gullet.
On top of these conflicting sensations that totally filled her being, the vacuum pump continued to do its work, and had, by now, swollen Yvonne’s breasts to completely fill the quite large cups of the pumping device and fill her with such lovely sexual sensations.
Rob got some fantastic footage on the video camera, of his wife’s throat being absolutely gorged full of the guy’s huge cock. Footage that showed her being absolutely throttled and suffocated as the thick shaft of the cock slowly disappeared between her lips and showed up as a very definite bulge in her lovely neck. Her eyes watered and opened wide as she found herself unable to breathe, and her head shook and trembled on the cock as she had violent spasms of dry reaching as her body tried unsuccessfully to dislodge the massive cock that was choking her.
The guy didn’t persist with this throat fucking for long; he pulled out groaning with lust and saying that he would “drown the dirty, fucking whore with his cum, if he kept going.”
Once Yvonne had stopped her choking coughing and had regained her breath, the vibrating dildo up her cunt, which her husband had left wound up to maximum while he was busy videoing, began to drive her nearly wild with the fabulous, fantastic sensations that centred on her cunt. She groaned and moaned lustfully, twisting and flexing her body to what small amount her restraints would allow.
“Oh God, it’s beautiful,” she moaned as her hips pumped against the sensational vibrations of the dildo up her cunt.
She rapidly began to lose control, gasping and panting, moaning continuously until orgasmic sensations began to surge through her body.
“Ohhhhh, arrrrrrrrrr,” she gasped, her body swinging about on the leather straps that held her legs high in the air.
Her orgasm fully consumed her. She howled in a lustful delirium of delight. But then the fabulous sensations became so intense that she could take no more.
“Oh God, stop, stop, wait a moment, ohhhhh it’s too much to take,” she wailed in an absolute paroxysm of excruciatingly lustful rapture.
But of course the three men didn’t let up in stimulating Yvonne as much as they possibly could, and they watched enthralled at the wild ravings and writhing of this slut so fantastically experiencing the absolute pinnacle of physical, sexual delight.
Yvonne’s cunt was continually dribbling her juices out, down over her thighs and soaking the sheets of the bed. Eventually though, after some minutes of being in that fantastic state of extreme rapture, she seemed to come through it, and, although her body was still wonderfully full of fantastic sexual feelings, her orgasm lessened and she seemed to regain a degree of normal mental sensability once more.
One of the guys now leered into her face which was covered with a dampness of tiny beads of sweat, such had been the violence of the fantastic orgasm which had wracked her body for so long.
“Do you know what real sluts do, you stupid fucking bitch?” he asked.
Yvonne, still panting lustfully and her eyes still dazed, not knowing what the guy was meaning, shook her head in the negative.
The guy grinned an evil grin. “Real sluts get fucked up their ass,” he told Yvonne, then he positioned himself and, as the inflated bladder of the expandable dildo forced its way out of Yvonne’s body, he located his cock in her now stretched and gaping ass-hole, and slowly slid the whole nine inches of his thick, heavy cock right up into her anal duct.
The other guy, not needed to continue his work in fucking the slut with the blow up dildo, took up a position over Yvonne’s head and began fucking her mouth and forcing his thick, long cock down her gullet.
Rob, absolutely thrilled at the sight of his young wife being double fucked in that way, began to work his hand in Yvonne’s sloppy cunt, easily sliding four fingers up her, and working and working until the main knuckles of his hand entered right into his wife’s cunt. Lots of twisting, turning and pressing irresistably forward, soon had a thumb in as well, and then, with Yvonne’s cunt stretched wide open, his entire fist slipped up inside her cunt.
Under the combined sensations of having her ass-hole deeply fucked, her cunt with Rob’s clenched fist continually pulling out, and then pushing back inside her body, and with her mouth and throat being slowly fucked, Yvonne’s body, which had never left the stage of just verging on another wracking orgasm, entered that fantastic state once more and was totally consumed by fabulous, and so sensationally delicious as to be unbearable, orgasmic sensations that reduced her to a raving half-wit as her mind was totally overcome by her physical rapture.
The three men managed to keep Yvonne in that wild, heavenly state for five or six minutes after which time her mind and body were so spent as to leave her a writhing, panting, gasping, moaning wreck.
Under such fabulous circumstances, the two men fucking ass and mouth, let their passions run wild until each of them climaxing and pouring huge amounts of cum into Yvonne’s body, leaving her ass-hole a sloppy cum-filled cavity, and her mouth full of cum which she gulped down greedily.
Rob, seeing what was happening, could no longer contain himself, and, pulling his clenched fist slurping and squelching from his wife’s cunt, masturbated over her face until his cum gushed forth and covered her face with the gooey mess of his sperm.

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