My Second Encounter with Monty
I felt so guilty after the first time…
I felt so guilty after the first time…
I don’t live in the big city. “Out in the county” as people around here call it, you can leave your house unlocked and know it safe while you are not there. You can take a walk around the neighborhood at night without fear. There are no gangs. No rapes. The worst crime to be committed in our little village in the last 10 years was when 3 teenage boys broke open a Pepsi machine and emptied the coin box. That’s how it is supposed to be. That’s how it USUALLY is.
I am a 51-year-old Caucasian male. I have never been victim to any crime greater that being shortchanged a quarter at the grocery store. I used to be excellent shape. I was always athletically inclined. I was into karate, bicycling, hiking, horseback riding, archery, baseball, football, basketball (these last 3, playing, not sitting on a couch watching) and still look in good shape for my age.
That was before the arthritis started in my hips. Now my only exercise I get is walking. Any day the weather permits, I walk the quiet little country roads. I walk up one and down another, usually walking a total of about 10 miles during midday. Sometimes, when my hips are feeling young, I’ll walk through one of the wooded areas and take in some nature. This was one such day…
At least, until I came across a group of young men using the woods to have a private party. I approached the group. People around here are friendly. I know most of them after living here the last 25 years anyway. I got a little concerned as I approached and saw well over a dozen Harleys parked in the clearing. Everyone there was wearing a leather with the word “Outlaws” sewn to the back along with some sort of graphic I couldn’t make out. I decided it would be prudent to go around and not make my presence known. I quickly chose a different path. As quickly as my sudden flare up of arthritis would allow anyway.
“Hey Pops! Don’t run away. We won’t bite you. Come join us.”
I told them my arthritis was acting up and I needed to get back to level ground. “Thanks anyway.” I said as I turned and took a step. That is, tried to take a step. My shoelace caught on the fallen branch I was stepping over and I fell to the ground on my right hip, leg bent in a painfully awkward position. Nothing broken or even sprained, but my hips hurt like a motherfucker. Pardon my language, but it hurt worse than any other words could describe. As I tried to get myself up, 2 of the young men came over to help. They seemed very nice.
“Hey old man, if your hip is bothering you, why don’t you party with us ’til it feels better. We got pot, coke, beer, Jack Daniel’s. Something’ll make it feel better. Fuck, one of the guys could even give you a ride home,” said the largest of the group.
As I got closer, I realized the one speaking used to be a neighbor kid. Jamie, Jamie Sheridan. A lot bigger and meaner looking than the last time I saw him. I started to relax a bit, after all, Jamie had always been a good kid. I reminded him of whom I was. Oh, yeah, he remembered. Yeah, I stilled lived in the same house. I relaxed a bit more yet.
No stranger to recreational substances, I partied with the guys. It was far more fun than I thought it’d be! I had a great pot/cocaine/beer buzz going. I was sociable as hell. My hip was feeling much better, but I didn’t feel like leaving.
I should have followed my original instincts.
I was so fucked up, I didn’t even notice how odd my beer had started to taste. These guys were telling stories and I was listening, laughing and just feeling comfortable around them. Too comfortable. I’ll never know what it was that had gone unnoticed in my beer. I just remember getting a hardon that wouldn’t go away. Jamie said something about being horny (fuck, he REALLY had gotten bigger since I last saw him!!). Man I was fucked up. I told him I could use a little sex myself. “That’s good, cause you are about to get plenty of it” Jamie told me.
Jamie stood up, dropped his pants and told me to suck his cock.
“What’re you fuckin’ nuts?” I asked as I backed away from this big, badass bike gang leader. I instinctively took a fighting stance! Thanks, guys for the coke. My hips are feeling pretty spry, and “I’m no fag. I ain’t sucking nobody’s dick! I appreciate the party boys, but I think it is time for me to get going”. As I backed away, my rear foot touched another. I shot a back kick straight up under his chin.
It had started. Before it was over, 6 of those young men would never touch me again, if they survived. Another 4 had breaks of major bones and would no longer be able to fight. The remaining 7 overpowered me. 4 of them held me down, while the remaining 3 took revenge for their “brothers”.
One, seeming to like, or dislike, my face, kicked me in it repeatedly. I didn’t know it at the time, but my lower jaw was broken in 3 places. My right eye socket was crushed, all my front teeth kicked out. My nose broken, pointing to the smashed left cheekbone.
Man #2 has a preference of breaking each rib in 2 places with his cleat covered boot tips, while the last took a hideous pleasure in trying to break my testicles. He said so. I broke his best friend’s pelvis, he was going to break my balls. He ended up getting even for his friend’s pelvis in the process.
As someone lifted me off the ground, I heard Jamie say “All you had to do is suck my cock, well, all my friends too. And take it up the ass by maybe half of them and no one needed to get hurt. We got you horny enough, you’d have had fun at the same time.” I had to admit to myself that as beaten and broken as I was, I was still fucking horny. And the idea of sucking every guy here was starting to sound really good. “Now, you’re gonna do it anyway, but after what you did to my crew, you’ll be lucky to live through it.”
They laid me face down across a big boulder. Someone took of my pants. He gasped as my genitals pulled loose from my underwear, bouncing my agonized balls off the boulder’s surface. The same someone bent each leg and pulled up along the side of the stone. To onlookers, I must’ve appeared to be a jockey riding the big rock in a race. I got pulled forward until my head hung completely.
Once again, Jamie’s voice penetrated my veil of anguish. “Here it comes Pops,” were his words as he grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head until my broken mouth fell open. That close to my face, I was able to make out his cock through my bruised, slit eyelids. It looked very much like my own, making it 6.5-7 inches long, 1.75 or so across. His balls hung higher than mine. The years, and my addiction to binding them tightly, have taken a toll on my sack and its residents.
His cock plunged to its base in one, swift, punishing motion, pressing my already broken nose more flatly against my busted cheekbone. Jamie apparently didn’t need to work up to stride, he hit it right away, pulling back until it almost passed out my lips, only to ferociously pound it back into my nearly toothless ravaged oral cavity against my face so hard as to make it bounce of his pelvis. I try to gag each time he plunges in, but he just pushes harder. His tempo increases with my discomfort.
Soon I feel my mouth drooling frothy saliva, almost gushing as a defense mechanism. Someone off to my left has a hand under my chin and is harvesting the drool. He is using it to lubricate my asshole. Considering his lack of any form of gentleness, I’d guess his only concern is in not friction burning his dick. He harvests saliva several more times before pushing the head of his very hard pecker against my virgin shithole and shoves it straight in as far as it will go. It must not have gone all the way in as he kept pushing and grunting and making me feel as though he is going to tear through me. Out to the tip, for a running start, slam it back in as hard as he could, over and over. The pain was unbearable, I passed out.
Something hot and wet permeating my unconscious drifting. Splashing all over my face. “Bull shit, you’re passing out on us! Fuck you! You beat my boys, some still out of it and you think you’re gonna sleep through your punishment! Wake the fuck up, motherfucker!” Oh God no. Some of them are pissing on my head and face and in my mouth. Something thick in slowly making its way out the corner of my mouth. I move my head. Someone holds my eyelids open and the piss streams get directed to my eyes, making them burn all over.
“Alright, he’s awake. I’m next!” big fatass comes to my face. He backhands me as hard as he could across my face. “Break my arm, willya, pieceashit. I was the one that was gonna give you a ride home, you ungrateful motherfucker. All I wanted in return was a piece of your ass. Now I want a piece of your dick as well”. With that, he pushed the guy that was fucking me completely away. He came out with a very audible “POP!”. Fatass pulled out a butterfly knife. He was so graceful at opening it, I know I either broke the wrong arm, or Fatass was bi-dexterous. Either way, I was not able to prevent him from cutting off my cockhead and rubberbanding it to my face where my nose is supposed to be. And he went to my ass a proceeded to stick his (fortunately for me, shorter) penis in my pooper and fuck me for all he was worth.
Meanwhile, the guy that had been up my ass came to my mouth to finish. Oh yuck. My shit was all over it! Fucking disgusting! I consciously realized at that moment that this guy wasn’t wearing a condom. My disgust didn’t matter a bit to my assailant, he just started fucking my mouth without a care. All 7 healthy attackers and 3 of the wounded ones took turns sadistically raping me from both ends. One of my seriously wounded adversaries gained a measure of consciousness. When asked, he whispered something in Jamie’s ear and died.
“Horse said to stick a JD bottle as far up his ass as we can and beat him until it breaks.”
I tried to move. I was too badly beaten and decades out of peak fighting condition. All I could do is keep lying on here on this boulder while they forced the bottle up my ass. I know they punctured intestine in the process, but that didn’t matter because the beating all that could gave me in the lower back with large branches and bottles did far more damage. The fragmented glass would never come out safely.
They gathered their wounded and bikes and rode off. Before he left, Jamie bent down and said “Gee Mr. Greenlee, all you had to do was give us head and tail. No one needed to get hurt. Let alone die. I always liked you when I was a kid”.
That was the last one was of them. The sun was still up then. Odd, I was feeling so cold before. Now, it is so warm… pleasant… Must be… indian… sum…
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Victoria lives with her sister Theodora and her boyfriend Luther. The two of them have never really spent time together alone. Today Victoria is late getting home and they are forced to be alone. What will they do?
Hey everyone, hope you enjoy my second ever story on here. put a lot more time into this one, so I hope you like it. NOTE: (Any criticisms of my writing are welcome, as I am always looking to improve my skills)
As you might imagine in a plantation slave story, language and treatment of the slaves gets nasty, including using the N word. If this kind of story offends you please do not read it and then complain. It is not real but is based on the way that slaves were treated back in the day.
My story continues with more fun with Jack’s group.
My name is Derek and im documenting my sex life as it goes on im currently 21 now but my adventures take place when i was 13
My sex life starts normal and plain but gets dirtier and kinkier as i prgress
An old girlfriend’s daughter changes my life.
Fuck everything. Seriously. Fuck school and all the pieces of shit in school. All day, I’d put up with their shit and now I didn’t even have any money since that tool Andre and his crew took it. My mouth still stung when I moved it. That punk ass Andre had hit me while his boys had held my arms, then he’d taken all the money I had on me except for the change in my pocket. Whatever. I’d just have to sell something. I looked at the stores as I walked by them, but they were all chains and shit, with cameras and those anti-theft things up front. I needed something low key. Then I saw it, “Mr. Wong’s Curios.” Looked like an old antique store, definitely not a chain and if their sign looked like crap, I was betting they didn’t have any cameras inside either.
A couple was heading into the store, so I walked inside behind them. Inside the store, it was all dark and full of old stuff. Some of it had to be valuable. The place smelled like spices or something. I looked around, scoping the place out. There a girl behind the cash register. She was fucking fine and she was reading, so it’d be easy to slip by her. The guy who was probably in charge was helping the couple that had walked in ahead of me and then there was another guy and girl in back. I thought I recognized them from school, but I didn’t really give a fuck. I only knew the girl cuz she had the biggest tits in school. Alright, I could do this.
I started looking around for anything that might be worth selling. C-ray would usually buy anything if he thought he could pawn it off on someone else for a profit, so I just had to find something he wanted. It had to be small enough that I could fit in my jacket or pockets and I didn’t want them noticing it was gone. You had to balance how expensive it was with how noticeable it would be if it was stolen. Jewelry was perfect, but the store almost always noticed it was gone as soon as you pulled it off the shelf. There were little glass figurines and china and vases, but none of that was good to me. There was all kinds of shit in there, but I couldn’t take any of it. The masks were probably worth something, but they were way too big to lift without getting caught. The jewelry they did have was under a glass case and locked up. The store looked like it went pretty far back, so I started heading back there, trying to scout the shelves for anything that might be valuable.
Then this tool jock, the one from my school, ran into me. “Watch where you fucking are.” I spat at him. The way he looked at me, you could see he was thinking about fucking me up, but I could take a piece of shit jock any day. Those guys think they’re the shit, but they puss out quick without all their boys around them. I stepped past him and started looking around the back. There were a bunch of shelves with all kinds of crap on them, but everything was coated in dust. You couldn’t even tell what half of it was.
I saw this weird statue thing and for some reason, it just looked cool, so I blew the dust off it. “Khaheh!” I coughed as the dust kicked up in my face. When it cleared, I looked at the thing and saw it was a hand, kinda like, clawing upwards and on the hand was a ring! I looked to my right real quick and made sure no one was looking, then I rubbed the rest of the dust off the ring.
“Damn…” I whispered. It had to be solid gold. It looked like a dragon going around the band, with the head and tail curved around to hold the jewel. The stone was green. I didn’t know much about stones, but it could’ve been an emerald. If it was, it wasn’t small. I might’ve just solved all my problems. I glanced around again. No one was looking. I pulled the ring off the hand, then dropped the ring in one of my jacket pockets. I rubbed my hands on my jeans, brushed the dust off them, then I headed for the exit. When I was about twenty feet away from the exit, the guy in charge walked up to me.
“You need help finding anything?” He asked, giving me this weird look, like he knew what I was thinking.
“Nah.” I said, getting angry. I pushed past him and threw the door open. I walked down the block quickly, but not so fast that if they looked after me, they’d think I was running. Once I was past the block, I took off for the bus station. I caught the bus and took it down to my part of the city… the shitty part. As soon as I stepped off the bus, my eyes went on patrol, checking every corner for anyone who might wanna hassle me. It was always a problem, but right that second, I couldn’t afford to get messed with. I had to get this wrong off me and get the money. I headed for the alley where C-ray usually hangs. I saw him sitting on the steps, smoking a spliff or a half-spliff half-cig. He had a pile of stuff with him like always.
“S’up, C-ray.” I said, nodding at him.
“Whatchu want, Mike?” He said, giving me a suspicious look.
“Got something for you.” I said. I walked up to him and pulled out the ring.
“Shit, man. I aint need no ring. I got twenty of them already.”
“Check it.” I said, holding the ring out for him to see. “It’s got to be real gold, maybe even an emerald for the stone.
“Boy, I know you didn’t get no solid gold, emerald ring. That shit’s as fake as yo momma’s titties. Now get up outta here before I bust a cap in you.”
“It’s fucking real!” I yelled at him.
“You best check yo tone.” He said, pulling his gun out and pointing it at me. “I’ll give you five bucks for it.”
“Five?! It’s worth at least five hundred.”
“Ten. Take it or leave it.”
“Leave it. Whatever, C-Ray. See if I bring you shit from now on.” I turned and jerked my shoulders around, pulling my jacket over me. Looking at the ring, I decided if I couldn’t sell it, at least I could wear it. I put in on my finger, then I shoved my hands in my jacket and headed for home. When I was almost to the door to the building, Keira called out to me.
“Hey, Mike!” She lived a couple floors below us and she was cute, with big lips and a nice ass, but I was too pissed off to pay attention to her.
“Hey.” I grunted and walked into our building. I started climbing the stairs up to the sixth floor, thinking I was finally good when I heard that damn voice.
“Michael!” It was Mrs. Li, the landlord’s wife. I looked up and saw her coming down the stairs at me. Mr. Li’s so fucking old he can barely move, so Mrs. Li runs everything and she’s like fifty years younger than him. You can tell she thinks she’s real hot shit too, cuz she always wears these tight ass short-shorts and too much make up, then if she catches you looking at her, she screams at you.
“When your mother going to pay rent?” She yelled at me from a few steps above me.
“I don’t know! Ask her!” I yelled back, pushing past her. Just as I stepped past her, she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
“If she doesn’t pay soon, I’ll kick you out! You want to be on the street?!” I was a step above her and she had on this fuckin’ low cut top, so I could see down her shirt. She had on three necklaces and they dropped down between her cleavage. “Hey, where you fucking looking?!” She yelled as I glanced back up. Damn it. I could even feel myself getting hard. God, it felt like my cock was about to pop about of my jeans.
“What’s that smell?” I asked suddenly. It was musky and really strong. Then I realized this was my chance. “Why don’t you fucking fix the ventilation before you come asking for rent?” I yelled at Mrs. Li. I looked down and saw there was a spot on her shorts.
“What the hell?” I thought to myself. Had she spilled something on herself? I didn’t see it when she was coming down. Wait- was she getting fucking wet? Seeing where I was looking, Mrs. Li suddenly turned around and stomped down the stairs.
“Tell your Mom pay soon!” She yelled after me.
“Yeah, yeah. Fucking bitch.” I said as I walked up to our apartment. I pulled out my key and unlocked the door, then I closed the door behind me.
“BAM!” The door slammed shut.
“Don’t fucking slam the door!” My mom yelled from the bedroom. Damn. I just thought I’d shut it. I guess I was angrier than I thought. My Mom stomped into the living room in just her night robe, showing me more of her boobs than I wanted to see.
“Geez, put on some clothes.” I said, raising my hand to cover her body.
“Jerry’s sleeping. Don’t wake him up!” Mom hissed at me. God damn Jerry. He was the latest guy she was “seeing” which in Mom’s language meant letting him sleep in our place and in her. The guys she saw were all dead beats. None of them lasted longer than a few months. They got tired of Mom and left and then she blamed it on me.
“Whatever.” I said. “I’m going to my room.” I walked past her and shut the door to my room. I was horny from seeing Mrs. Li, so I pulled off my clothes, laid down on my bed, and started jerking it. I pictured Mrs. Li going down on me, sucking my cock with her top off, her lips wrapped around my shaft. Before I could get that into it though, that musky smell came back.
“Damn, that’s strong.” I said, waving a hand in front of my nose. It didn’t help at all. Then I noticed I was still wearing the ring, so I pulled it off and set it on my nightstand by my bed. Trying to ignore the smell, I went back to jerking off. I pictured Mrs. Li’s hand pumping up and down my cock, her long, fake nails going up and down my shaft as her lipstick red mouth bobbed up and down my shaft.
“Oh, Michael, you so big.” The imaginary Mrs. Li moaned as I grunted. Then I grabbed her by her hair and shoved her back down on my cock, forcing her to take it all in her mouth. By the time I came, spilling my cum all over my stomach, the smell was pretty much gone. I grabbed the toilet paper roll from my night stand and cleaned myself off, then I chucked the cumwads into the trash bin by my desk. After that, I got up and tried to do some homework, but none of it made any fuckin’ sense, so I gave it up after a while. I just lay on my bed for a while after that, listening to music and turning the ring over in my hands. There was something about the shades of green in the stone when you held it up to the light that made me keep staring at it. Finally, I slipped it back on my finger looked at it some more. I must’ve passed out after that because I started having the weirdest dream.
I could hear someone going down the stairs. From the click of the heels on the concrete, I knew it was Mrs. Li. Thinking about her got me aroused and for some reason, I walked out of the apartment and heard her coming up, then I smelled that musky odor again. I shut the apartment door behind me and the smell filled up the stairs until it was almost choking me. I could feel my cock getting hard. I was so horny it started twitching. That’s when I realized I was naked, but it was a dream, so that was normal. What wasn’t normal was how big my cock was- it had to be twelve inches! I was so horny, I knew I had to fuck Mrs. Li, so I started heading down the stairs. As I went down, I felt strong, so fucking powerful, it was incredible.
For some reason, I decided to go down on all fours and crawl down the stairs. It was quieter that way and I didn’t want to scare my prey away. It was actually pretty easy walking on all fours and as I snaked my way downstairs, I could smell the musky odor and also something else… someone else.
There she was. It was Mrs. Li. She looked back and saw me, her eyes wide with terror, then she flew down the rest of the steps to the basement and I followed her down. When I was finally down there, my dick throbbing with excitement. Mrs. Li had pressed herself against the corner of the basement, trying to hide in the shadows between the mop and the boxes of light-bulbs, but I could see her shorts were completely soaked.
“Come here.” I told her and my voice came out low and growling, like it was rumbling. Mrs. Li was still shaking against the wall, so I repeated myself, louder. “Come here. Now.” The sound of my voice must have shocked her into listening because she wised up and walked over to me, her whole body trembling. God,l I wanted to fuck her. I lifted my head and somehow found that I was level with her head even though I was still on all fours. I stuck out my tongue and it reached out, way out, until I could see it snaking to her skin. When I touched her body, I could taste how afraid she was… and how horny. I wrapped my tongue around her throat, then retracted it and pressed it into her lips. She tried twisting her head away, but I growled and she quit. I slid my tongue into her mouth, through her lips, and felt her tongue inside her mouth, then I pulled my tongue back into my mouth.
“Get down on all fours.” Slowly, Mrs. Li sank down onto her knees, then she turned around, presenting her ass to me, her shorts hugging it perfectly. I reached out to touch her, but saw my hand looked nothing like my hand! Instead of skin and five fingers, I had five clawed digits covered in white scales the same color as the bricks of the walls. I looked at the claw for a second, then I reached out and hooked the top of her shorts, then pulled down hard, tearing them in half and shredding her panties. I must’ve pressed down too hard because Mrs. Li let out a small whimper of pain and I saw a small red scratch appear. It was shallow though, so she’d be fine. Meanwhile, Her glistening, wet pussy was finally in front of me and I could smell it all the way from where I was standing. Moving forward, I felt my body pump into the railing from the stairs. But I was all the way over here…
I looked back and almost freaked out, trailing behind my was the body of an enormous white lizard! I had four muscular legs, each with clawed toes, and a winding, serpentine body, almost like a cobra except that it ended in this spiky, frilly thing at the end, and this main of hairy- feathery tufts was growing down my back, to in between the shoulder of my front legs. I ran my massive tongue over my teeth- they were all razor sharp. Long body, scales, clawed legs, a tail, and fangs… I was a dragon!
I turned back to Mrs. Li and saw her pussy was still waiting for me. I padded towards her, my claws scraping lightly on the floor.
“No…” Mrs. Li whimpered looking back at me. Her eyes fixated on my massive, fifteen inch cock that was as big around as a water bottle. I was going to shave into her glistening wet pussy. “It too big!” Mrs. Li exclaimed as I walked over her, planting my forelegs on either side of her body and arching my long neck to look down at her. No matter how much she tried to resist, I could smell how horny she was, how much she wanted my monstrous cock in her. With my clawed hands, I could exactly put myself in, so I growled down at Mrs. Li.
“Put me in.” Accepting the inevitable, she reached back with one hand and wrapped her hand around my cock. I howled with pleasure and was surprised how loud my voice was. I felt her move my cock and angle it, then I pressed forward and felt the tip of my head touch her wet entrance.
“Ohhh…” Mrs. Li moaned. I couldn’t wait another second, I shoved my hips forward and buried the first four inches of my cock inside her.
“AHHH!” We both screamed. It felt so good and I knew I was stretching Mrs. Li to the breaking point. I looked down and back at where I’d entered her and saw my cock going into her pussy, her lips spread tight around its massive girth. Then I noticed something I hadn’t realized before, there were tiny hooks on my cock! They were almost tool small to see, but they were there. I remembered that I’d seen something on Animal Planet about chimps and cats and shit having barbs on their cocks. Apparently it made the females fertile and made them cum harder.
Once Mrs. Li was more used to my cock, I pulled out an inch or so and she practically woke up the whole building she screamed so loud, then I thrust into her again and buried almost half of my cock in her this time. Mrs. Li’s arms gave out from under her, but she kept her in the air, ripe for me to fuck. Rearing back, I latched onto her hips with my claws and pulled my cock out of her again, then I started thrusting regularly, taking out and inch or two and then shoving it back in. She was screaming with every thrust and her pussy was so tight, it felt like she was squeezing the cum out of me. I knew I was going to blow my load soon.
I was so horny and out of control, I pushed in deeper and buried almost a foot of my cock in her.
“AAAAAAAHHH!” Mrs. Li screamed out. I pulled out and when I thrust in again, I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, spasming like crazy. She threw her head back and started moaning things in Chinese. It was too much for me to handle, I thrust into her as fast and hard as I could and in a few seconds, I felt my balls twitch and my head swelling up inside Mrs. Li. I slammed my dick into her and started cumming.
“ROOOOAAAAAHH!” I bellowed, keeping my jaw clamped shut to muffle the noise. I could feel my cock pulsing, blasting her insides with cum. I’d cum before, but never like this, every shot of cum felt as good as an entire orgasm and my vision was practically swimming. It kept going and going, towo, three, four times as long any orgasm I’d had. When I finally finished nutting, I pulled out of Mrs. Li and looked down at her. Cum was pouring out of her pussy onto the floor.
I didn’t even need to wait. My cock was still hard and the sight of my cum in Mrs. Li’s pussy had me ready to fuck her again. I pushed my cock back into her used pussy and started fucking her again. With the added lubrication from me cum, I managed to fuck her with nearly nine inches of my cock. As I fucked, she moaned and screamed and every few minutes, I felt her pussy tighten around me as she came. I wanted more though, I reached out with one of my clawed feet and let it come down on her head, then I pressed her face to the ground. With her ass poised in the air, I pressed deeper into her, burying more and more of water-bottle cock inside her. Finally, I felt something like a barrier and Mrs. Li looked back at me.
“No more… no more.” She whimpered under me. Too bad for her. I pushed hard and felt the head of my cock pop into her womb. “Unnnn.” She groaned in pain and pleasure. Every inch of her vagina was now filled by my cock. Without waiting another second, I started pounding her with my cock, going so fast, her whole shook with the force, her tits swinging wildly under her. I snaked my head down and wrapped my tongue around her left tit, flicking the nipple with the forked tip of my tongue.
“Un! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!” Mrs. Li screamed out. That’s what I’d been waiting to hear. I pushed even harder, forcing her pussy to take a full foot of my cock, then I felt myself cum again I blasted her through her pussy and sent my cum gushing into her womb. It had to have taken nearly a minute for my orgasm to die down, every shot of cum felt like a blast from a fire-hose. When I was done, my cock actually started to deflate finally and I pulled out. When I was all the way out, I saw Mrs. Li’s pussy was still stretched wide from taking my cock and her insides were glistening with white. Mrs. Li sank to the floor and, collapsing onto her side. My eyes went wide when I saw it. She looked pregnant! Her belly was huge! Then I realized I must’ve filled her up so much that I actually stretched her womb out. On the ground, Mrs. Li closed her eyes and passed out.
The next thing I knew, I was in my bed, naked. “Shiiit. That was the best dream of my life.” I said out loud. I pictured Mrs. Li’s ass in my face, my cock plunging in and out of her, then I through my sheets off me. “Oh, shit.” I said, looking down.” My cock was nearly ten inches long, white, and bumpy, like it was started to grow spines. “It wasn’t a dream…” I said, not believing my eyes. I raised my hands up and looked at them. They were still normal. I ran to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. Short blonde hair, nose- I stuck out my tongue, no forked tongue. I was normal except for my cock. I sank down on the tile and pressed my hands to my head.
“What’s going on here?” I had to figure it out. Could I really turn into a dragon? I looked down at my cock again. It was down to its normal erect size now, and not as white. Yeah, I could definitely transform, but what caused it. I looked at my cock deflating, turning human as it did so, then it hit me. As soon as I got horny, I smelled that musky smell, then my cock starting getting bigger, and the hornier I got, the more I transformed. Getting horny triggered the transformation!
“Wait.” I exclaimed as I stood up. There was one last thing I had to see. I pulled on some clothes and ran out of the apartment, then I took the stairs and knocked on the Li’s door on the sixth floor.
“What you want?!” Mrs. Li yelled loud enough that I could hear with the door shut.
“Mrs. Li, it’s Michael! I need to talk to you a second.”
“GO away!” She yelled back.
“Just come here a sec!” I yelled again, getting pissed. A few seconds later, the door opened and Mrs. Li stepped out. She looked totally exhausted and her hair was a mess. She didn’t even have any make up on.
“Mrs. Li, are you okay?” I asked.
“Fine. What do you want, Michael?”
“Do you remember anything about last night?”
“What?! Go away!” Mrs. Li started to shut the door in my face.
“Wait!” The door stopped. Huh? Mrs. Li never did anything you told her to do. Actually, come to think of it. She’d done everything I’d told her to do. I needed to try something.
“Come back.” I told her. Mrs. Li walked back to the doorway and opened the door. Alright, now something a little more advanced. “Turn around.” Mrs. Li spun around. “Jump up and down.” She started jumping and just kept going and going. “Stop.” I said suddenly. Geez. I’d have to think about what I ordered. Alright, time to go for broke. “Tell me what happened last night.” Mrs. Li immediately told me, in her semi-broken English, that a dragon monster had come down the stairs and fucked her. She mentioned several interesting things like, “I smelled that smell from before and started getting wet. The more I smelled it, more I wanted sex.” As I listened to her, I noticed her stomach was still sticking out a little more than usual, but not as much as last night. Most of the cum must have drained out of her. I wondered how long she’d had to sit on the toilet.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked her. Nothing. “Tell me if you enjoyed it.” I reworded my question as an order.
“I came more than I could count. It hurt at first, but… yes, I enjoy it a lot.” Mrs. Li looked at the ground. Oh my god, I was getting hard again. I was starting to smell the odor again. The I remembered it had stopped when I pulled the ring off, so I pulled it off my finger and the scent quit.
“Hmm.” I wondered to myself. I didn’t know if all the effects disappeared when I took the ring off, or just the transformation. “Turn around.” I told Mrs. Li. She spun around again. Huh, so it looked like she still obeyed my orders. My cock was still hard and I decided that needed to be dealt with.
“Suck my cock.” I told her. She immediately sank down to her knees.
“Here?” She asked, looking around.
“Better hurry.” I said, smirking down at her. Mrs. Li pulled my pants down and ran her hand over the cloth of my boxers that covered my cock,, then she pulled my boxers down, freeing my cock. Immediately, she wrapped her hand around me and bent down towards her lips. Then she opened her mouth and went down on me.
“Unh! Yeah…” I groaned as I felt her bobbing up and down on my cock. “Faster.” I ordered her Mrs. Li started bobbing down on my cock faster. “And jerk me off while you suck.” I added for good measure. I looked down and watched as her fake nails wrapped around my shaft and started jerking me off. I felt her tongue sliding around my head and I groaned. It felt so damn good. “Unh, yeah. Make me cum!” I ordered her, digging my hands into her hair and forcing farther down my cock. Mrs. Li starting bobbing up and down and pumping twice as fast as before and I felt myself cumming. “Swallow!” I yelled out as I started shooting into her mouth. It was incredible. She took every drop of cum down her throat, then sucked me clean before letting my deflating dick out of her mouth. As she wiped her mouth off and I pulled my pants back on, I looked down at her and smirked.
“I think you and I are going to get along real well from now on. … and don’t tell anyone else about this.” I added for good measure. After that, I headed back up to the apartment and I heard Mrs. Li’s door shut behind me. As I walked through the door, I saw Jared… or Jerry, whatever the fuck his name was, sitting at the kitchen table as Mom made him breakfast with just her robe on. It was time to put my powers to good use.
“Put on some fucking clothes!” I yelled at Mom.
“Don’t you fucking curse at me!” She screamed back. Well, shit. That didn’t work. It looked like I could only control people I’d fucked. That made Mrs. Li my cum slave. I grinned at the thought, but caught Jerry looking at me. I glared at him and went to grab a pop-tart. Great. We were out.
“Who ate the last pop-tart and didn’t throw away the box?” I yelled. I looked at Jerry. There half a poptart left on his plate. That deadbeat had eaten the last pack.
“What the fuck am I supposed to eat?” I yelled at Mom.
“Here go buy some more.” She went over to her purse and pulled out five bucks. I shot her a look and she pulled out another, then I took the money from her. I went to my room and changed, then I headed out the door. Going down the stairs, I passed Mrs. Li and grinned at her as I headed down. I opened and slipped the ring onto my finger as the door shut behind me. The sun was rising and I had a feeling it was going to be a very good day.
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Mr. Hardown disciplines a naughty cheerleader in his home.
This is the eighth chapter of this story from my late teens, where my girlfriend’s little sister made it through puberty only to lose her innocence due to my uncontrollable lust for her. In this chapter, Cindy wants a Do-Over to lose her virginity, but needs her friend Stacy’s help
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Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.
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She awoke to a loud argument. Disoriented, she shook her head to clear the fuzzy
mist that surrounded her brain and clouded her eyes. One voice was especially
powerful; seething with unabashed anger. Her nakedness triggered her memory and
all the images of the last few hours came rushing back to her. She was a
prisoner of African terrorists – and she had willingly fucked two of her captors
ragged. She had seen two men brutally murdered – and she had slavishly sucked
the cocks of those responsible, swallowing their cum, rubbing it all over her
body like cream; revelling in her own perverse lusts and desires. She had
succumbed to the seductive lure of black-skinned Kaffirs – and she had loved
every perverted minute of it.
“Fool!” the angry voice shouted savagely. The exclamation was followed by a
sharp clap of thunder. Looking up she saw the Leader viciously snap his open
palm across Jumo’s face. She saw his bulging eyes and the corded veins in his
neck, and suddenly feared for the poor man’s life. His hand went up again,
poised to strike.
“No!” she screamed, jumping naked from the bed. “No! Don’t hit him again!”
The Leader looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise – and appreciation?
Frantic, she grabbed the first thing she could find to cover her body; Mantu’s
discarded shirt, and shrugged into it. It flapped around her knees as she ran to
Jumo’s side. The man with the Leader moved to intercept her but she ducked under
his arms. Something about him struck her as odd, but in her fear for Jumo’s
life, she discarded the thought.
“Stay out of this, Princess,” the Leader snarled from behind his ski-mask. “This
man has disobeyed my orders. You were not to be molested!” he shouted. “He and
his wormy friend must be punished!”
“You told them to make me comfortable, did you not?” she said, stepping close to
Jumo. She felt his trembling body and couldn’t believe his fear. She realized
that the Leader was an absolute King among these men and his word was law. His
maleness and power radiated to her and she felt the response deep in her loins.
“Yes,” he said, slowly and suspiciously.
“They did not do anything except what I wanted them to do.” she said defiantly.
It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close enough.
“What are you saying, Princess? That you encouraged them? Willingly
participated? Be plain!” he demanded.
She opened the front of Mantu’s big shirt and, hands on hips, displayed her
naked body. Her nylons were wrinkled, her garter belt was cum stained in several
places and she was missing her shoes, but standing there before him, she saw his
eyes change and felt the power of her white body. Their fascination was just as
strong as hers, she thought. She tossed her head back in a regal gesture.
“Do you doubt my word?” It was an Imperial question delivered in a regal manner,
but inside she was churning. This big man excited her, stimulated her. And it
went beyond the ebony color of his skin.
His deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the loft. He pulled his ski-mask off
reveling his face. She was surprised to find him handsome in a rough manner,
with high cheekbones and sharply defined features. And his eyes – compelling
dark and sensual. She felt his laughing gaze all the way down to her toes, but
especially in her pussy, which had become very wet, very fast.
He stood close to her, his size massive and overpowering. “I am Chuka!” he said,
“That means King.”
His companion, the fourth man, made a biting commentary in their foreign tongue
and he answered angrily.
“Kunta does not like you,” he said softly. She believes Royalty should act like
Royalty and not like a common slut.”
She? The Princess snapped her head around as Kunta pulled off her ski-mask. That
was the oddity she had noted; “he” moved like a woman, not a man. Graceful and
fluid. Kunta was tall and had regal bearing – a queen to the Leader’s King, and
she was instantly jealous – and she had a strong, fully developed body, and was
surprisingly lovely, despite the disapproving scowl on her face.
“She also doesn’t think you’re as good as a Zulu woman, or any black woman, for
that matter.”
This time it was she who laughed. “Look at your men,Chuka. I wore them out!”
Kunta gave Jumo and Mantu a withering glance and they seem to shrivel before her
steely gaze. The Princess had never met a more formidable woman, not even the
Queen, herself, and she was surprised at her own physical reaction to this
compelling woman.
“So, the Royal Princess of Wales likes Kaffir cocks. You show good taste, Your
Highness, we are the best.” His finger traced the shape of her bare tit and she
shivered at his electric touch and a warm trickle of pussy-juice dribbled down
her inner thigh.
“But I think I should still punish these men.”
“Leave them be and you can have me,” she said.
“I could have you anytime I so desired, Princess. You are my prisoner. Or have
you forgotten?”
“Taking me is one thing, giving myself to you is another.” Her voice was low and
husky; seductive. But it was a ploy. Her body craved this man; wanted him to
drag her off and ravish her completely. She wanted to bare every opening of her
silky body to him and have his hard blackness fill her to the brim. But
something made her try to meet him on equal ground and she was confused by her
feeling.
Roughly, he pulled her body to him and forcefully thrust his pelvis up against
her soft flesh. His thickening cock rubbed against her belly and a hot surge of
passion filled her. Her legs went weak and her body trembled from his nearness.
She grabbed his strong arms for support, feeling the nipples of her tits raise
and harden as they rasped against the coarse material of his shirt.
“You will do what I demand to save their worthless lives? he asked; his voice
low and menacing.
Afraid that speech would fail her, she nodded her head slowly. Then, like a rag
doll he propelled her across the room, landing in a heap on the bed. To Kunta,
he spat out foreign commands and she answered angrily. But a sharp look from
Chuka silenced her immediately.
He has such power, such force, she thought. Oh, God, I want him so much. Oh,
Chuka, her mind screamed, fuck me! Fill my body with your big black cock! Use
me!
Engrossed in her own thoughts, she didn’t see Chuka whisper to Mantu, or take
notice of the video camera Jumo and Mantu set up.
Why doesn’t he move? she wondered. Confused, she followed his gaze. All the men
were looking at Kunta. She was undressing. The Princess’s eyes opened wide as
the big Zulu woman stripped off her clothes and bared her body. She was
beautiful! Glossy skin that shined like black marble, big, full tits, perfectly
round; a hard, almost muscular stomach, and long, long tapering legs. Her bush
was tightly tangled with thick, coarse hair; a perfect black triangle. She had
wide flaring hips and large ass-cheeks.
Regal!
The word jumped into her brain as she watched Kunta come towards her. Chuka had
set beside her, but she was too engrossed to noticed, and she jumped when he
spoke.
“It pleases me to be entertained. You and Kunta will perform for me. We will see
just how well you do against a Zulu woman. If you please me, these men will
live. If not, they will die. Do you understand, Princess?”
She looked at him in confusion, not knowing what was expected of her. Then her
head swiveled from his leering eyes to Kunta and back again, and the meaning of
his words became crystal clear. She gasped, and shook her head, unable to find
her voice.
“You want me to . . . want me to . . .” She choked on the words.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Chuka said, with an evil grin, “I do want you to!
“Look at her beauty,” he commanded, “her full ripe tits, big ass, her large
juicy pussy. Look at the color of her skin, how it gleams in the light. Think
what it would feel like beneath your hands; soft and smooth, like black
alabaster. Look at her cunt; the jungle of hair; think of your Royal tongue
sliding into it. Think of its’ black taste; feel her juices flowing down your
throat.”
Chuka ran his hands softly over her body, almost a whisper; stroking her
quivering thighs, and sensitive tits.
“Look at her, Princess,” he said. “Look and open yourself to her. Let her mound
rub against yours, let her play with your lovely titties.” His eyes glowing with
anticipation, Chuka put his lips against her ear. “Let her tongue drive you to
the stars,” he said.
In a trance, she could not take her eyes off of Kunta’s undulating movements;
her sinewy grace, the way her big tits rose and fell with her deep breathing.
Her dry throat burned, but she couldn’t swallow. She stared, wide-eyed; Chuka’s
hypnotic words playing on her brain, and she felt the fierce roar of fire-lust
erupt in her drenched cunt. Her chest heaved and she reached back to grab hold
of the bedstead, pulling herself up; almost into the same position she had been
in when Jumo first kindled the flame of coal-black lust.
The video camera recorded the heated expression on her face, and continued to
roll, but she wasn’t aware of it.
Kunta took Chuka’s place beside her and she cringed with fear and, she realized,
desire. The big, firm tits and the heavy thatch covering the hidden pussy had
turned her on; her hot cunt reacting the same as it would to a naked man. If
anything, the wild feelings were even more intense, more demanding, and,
suddenly shocked, she knew that she wanted to touch the big female Zulu; touch
her, and love her.
The aroma of Kunta’s sudden nearness was sharp and strong, but definitely
female. She turned her head away as the big woman leaned forward, but she could
not stop looking at the magnificent body in front of her. Hungrily, she licked
her lips. Then a strange thing happened. Kunta smiled, lighting her eyes with
the soft glow of passion.
“Do you like what you see, my Princess? Yes? My tits yearn for your touch,” she
said, cupping her large breasts and pushing them up to the Princess’s eyes. The
dark nipples were as big as a pinky-tip, and hard as marble. “My juicy love box
waits to entertain your pretty pink tongue.”
Kunta’s voice was like a warm caress on a cool night. She shivered. With tremors
running through her body, and the tingling of anticipation on her skin, she
slowly nodded. Kunta smiled her lovely smile, and drew her to her womanly body.
“Ooooh, yeeeessss!” she mewed, unaware of how loud her voice was, or how it
affected the men who watched from the darkness, or that her words were recorded
on tape.
She remembered gasping and trembling as Kunta’s lips searched out her own; the
electric touch, the strong hands kneading her sensitive tits, sending bolts of
white-hot lightening to her cunt and her fevered brain; their constant
exploration of her trembling body. She remembered the tongue, long and wet,
slipping into her moist mouth; her own dueling with the long, thick, loving
invader. It slithered down her neck to her tits, circling each nipple, tracing
the roundness of each shaking globe. Large, shapely lips sucked on the tender
tips, making her moan loudly with wicked pleasure.
Another woman – a black woman – was making love to her, and she was responding.
The image was beyond her wildest fantasy. She tugged at the silken scarfs,
pulling herself up, arching her body, giving Kunta access to her quivering
flesh.
“Oh, God, yes! Do that! Oh, it feels so good.”
Kunta’s wiggling tongue traced a wet trail between the valley of her tits, down
and around her belly and into the flaxen tangle of silky hair hiding the pink,
puffy lips of her juicy pussy. Powerful hands grabbed her behind the knees and
pushed her legs up high, spreading them apart. Her cunt gaped, the pussy-hair
glistening with the dewy secretions of her enflamed passions. Her eyes rolled to
the whites and her legs and arms and body went spastic when Kunta’s darting
tongue shot up her boiling pussy. The scream of passion filled the room and
reached out, like a hot hand, to the thick cocks of her black captors making
them twitch with envy and desire.
Chuka heard the words of desire coming from the Princess’s mouth and his
throbbing prick strained to free itself from the constraining pants. He heard
Jumo’s strangled voice extolling the virtue’s of the blonde, thirsting pussy;
its’ silky softness, its’ pink, succulent cunt-meat, its powerful gripping
muscles. He licked his lips and grabbed his hardened cock as a hot, fierce pain
in his balls made him gasp.
Yes, Princess, yes! he thought, show your lust, and your pleasure! Display it
for the world; show them how you love African blackness!
Her hips bucked up against Kunta’s sucking mouth, her tits heaved, and her face
contorted with pleasure-pain. Moaning with abandon, her head twisted from side
to side as Kunta’s wiggling tongue attacked the soft flesh of her flaming cunt.
Sizzling sparks of white-hot pleasure erupted in her brain and showered her body
with their burning brilliance. Through a haze of panting lust she saw Chuka,
naked, standing beside the bed, his eyes aglow, his black skin shiny with heated
passion. He was slowly stroking his gigantic black cock. Her eyes widened and
her breath rushed out of her mouth.
It was magnificent! The Father of all Cocks! Bigger and thicker than either
Jumo’s or Mantu’s; it looked like a huge, ebony tree limb growing, obscenely,
from his groin. The angry purple head with its’ snake-eye waved in front of her
hungry eyes. She licked her lips, in lust and blinding desire.
Kunta’s probing tongue had found its’ way up her tight asshole and she mewed
with new hunger. She saw the men – all of them – watching her; their faces tight
with lust, their cocks out of their pants, standing straight up, hard and stiff.
Her hips hammered at the nimble spear, and she squirmed her asshole around the
twisting pleasure-giver as a shiver of voyeuristic pleasure swept over her.
She was the reason for their lust! Her body was the reason for their desire!
They wanted to be entertained! She would give them their wish! She would give
them more than they ever bargained for!
Filled with a wanton desire to display herself, bare her willing body to all,
she pounced on Kunta, like a cat, pushing the surprised woman to her back.
Nimbly, she squirmed around and stuck her head between the strong, outstretched
legs, driving her tongue into the long, hot, pink slash of the wide open pussy.
The coarse pussy-hair scoured her cheeks and the heat of Kunta’s cunt poured
out, like a volcano, bathing her face in its’ tart aroma. Her tongue swirled in
the lava-like juice and she sucked it down her throat, savoring the special
taste. Cum juice smeared her cheeks.
And the camera captured it all!
She ran her tongue over the big, extended clit; wrapped her lips around it and
sucked it with all her might. Kunta’s screamed her passion, then drove her
tongue deep into her blonde-white hole, making her jump and squirm; her body
rippling with the tremors of exquisite, tiny cums.
Red-faced with exertion, the Princess of Wales snapped her head up. Brows
knitted; a fierce grimace on her face, she tried to scream but the sound stuck
in her throat. Kunta had roughly jammed her middle finger up her ass and her
thumb up her cunt. She could feel the wiggling fingers, separated only by a thin
membrane tissue, straining to touch.
Her hands grabbed Kunta’s thighs and she squeezed the flesh painfully, but the
powerful female Zulu did not let go. She stuck her finger up the woman’s burning
cunt. Then another, and another, and twisted them around, slicking them with
Kunta’s free-flowing juices. Black hips humped against her hand, thrusting up,
trying to prong her cunt on the sticky fingers; trying to quench the roaring
fire that raged in her body.
Blonde hair in disarray, her mind maddened with lust and fury, she shoved her
fingers deeper and heard the ragged, painful choke in Kunta’s throat. Enflamed,
she pulled her dripping hand out of the big woman’s cunt and, with the look of a
wild animal on her face, she, viciously, shoved her entire hand up the gaping,
black hole, twisting her wrist around until it ached, pushing upwards all the
time, until her entire fist was buried to the hilt!
“Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! I die!” Kunta screamed, hips bucking in a mad frenzy as her
cunt greased the Princess’s fist with cum-juice; tits heaving as her chest
sucked air deep into her burning lungs. Blinding slivers of pure white light
pierced her brain as the Princess Royal fist-fucked her cunt, making her cum
like a mad-woman.
She pushed the blonde hair from her face; her distinctive hair-do totally
destroyed. Her breathing was hoarse and ragged and her chest ached. Mesmerized,
she stared at her hand, embedded to the wrist in the throbbing black pussy. She
stared in exhausted fascination as Kunta’s hairy cunt slid up her wrist an inch
or two and then back down, finally coming to shivering stop. Slick cum-juice
smeared her skin and she could feel the juices slowly washing back over her palm
and fingers. Her cunt still burned with desire, but her mind registered a
triumph of pleasure.
She had bested the Zulu queen!
Sighing, she pulled her slippery hand out of the hot pussy and dropped beside
the panting woman, her head on her chest. Kunta’s big arm encircled her, coming
to rest on a perky, cherry-tipped tit. Gently, she caressed it.
“You are truly a Princess! A Queen worthy of a King,” she said in a low voice,
full of admiration. “My juices are still flowing,” she said with a small laugh.
“How does the Prince of Wales satisfy a woman such as you?” she asked.
She giggled. “He doesn’t! Today was the first time.” she said, her voice
becoming serious, “. . . with you and them! I’ve never felt this way before . .
. never knew the thrills that . . . their black cocks could give me. I’m almost
pleased that I was taken prisoner, or I would have never known. God,” she said
huskily, “I love big black cock!”
“Would that more of your people would think of us in a less bigoted manner.
Imagine the pleasures we could give one another.”
Chuka’s voice was hard and insistent. She didn’t know what he said, but Kunta
quickly leaped to her feet and fetched a canvas bag, extracting a bottle that
looked to be filled with oil.
She saw that his massive cock jutted out at an angle, waving from side to side;
its sheer weight unable to keep it straight up. Saliva filled her mouth,
excitement filled her eyes, and her cunt began to heat up again. Kunta smeared
the oily mixture on Chuka’s huge prick and balls, making them slick and shiny.
“Let me,” she said, running to Kunta’s side and kneeling in front of Chuka’s
straining prick. Her hands slid up the heavily ridged shaft and she felt it
vibrate under her fingers. Her mouth dropped in amazement. It was bigger than
she imagined; fully ten inches long and as thick as a club. She looked at Kunta
in disappointment, “I’ll never get this club up my cunt,” she wailed, “It’s
bigger than Jumo’s!”
Chuka laughed and his chest swelled in pride. “Jumo and Mantu have prepared you
for a King’s weapon, Princess,” Kunta said seriously, “And the oil will help
ease the way.”
“Enough of this woman talk,” Chuka snapped. “Prepare yourself, Your Highness,
your King has arrived!”
Trembling with want, she eased herself back into bed; taking in the looks of
anticipation and envy on Jumo’s and Mantu’s faces. The sight of their rigid
pricks sent chills up her spine, and her mind was filled with obscene images.
The camera recorded her smile and the graphic gesture her tongue made to each
man.
Chuka’s strong arms encircled her pulling her close; his hot cock, hard against
her tingling flesh. His lips were surprisingly soft and his kiss gentle. She
felt the vibrations in her dewy cunt as her arms went around his neck, and she
returned his kiss with all the passion and denied lust of her body. His tongue
entwined with hers, then darted down her throat; his hands captured her
quivering tits and his rough fingers pinched the steely-hard nipples and stirred
her blood to a boiling pitch. Her cunt squished with hot, creamy juice that
oozed out of her and slide down her thighs like melted butter.
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A middle aged piano teacher finds himself fantasizing about one of his teenage students not knowing that the girl herself is battling similar thoughts
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This is a story of our trip to Goa, when the 5 of us went and had a rocking time. Most parts are true, though some parts are exaggerated.
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