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Somethings aren’t easily forgotten
Somethings aren’t easily forgotten
this might be a story some one might have written it .but i wrote it becaze so that the ones who did read it ,can read it.
[b]I am twenty two years old and bi sexual my story begins in my bed room where me and my gay nephew was hanging out. He was an open gay never cared if he was hated for it just proud of who is was. My name will be gabriel to keep things on the secret side and my nephew is chris. My nephew is nineteen this story and is only a few months old as it happend recently and this is my first writeing so pleas be honest.
The night was like anyother my nephew chris was staying over and we was playing some videogames and watching movies hanging out. I cared not he was gay he is still a great person. The time is about 1 am and we are watching movies in my room. I was laying on my back watching the movie frome my bed he was seting on the bed next to me. I started feeling his hand slide across my leg and bump into it. I thought it was by acsident so i never thought much into it. after a few minutes the touching became for freqent and i started feeling his hand rubing up and down my leg. I felt a puls of lust shot threw my body as his hands got higher and higher. He slid his hands under my boxers and onto my balls my dick instantly harden, His hand strokeing it slowly I just lay there with my eyes closed enjoying all that was happening. Finaly I felt him slide my boxers down and he placed his lips around the head of my dick and begun sucking me slowly. The feeling was so good and so strong that I couldnot control my self and slowly started thrusting my hisp upward. He was sucking faster and faster I opend my eyes to see him strokeing his self as he sucked me off. His seven inch long dick looked so good i took it in my hand it was so hard and so thick. I could not help but take over strokeing him. Finaly without hesatation I took his dick in my mouth he moved ontop in a sixty nine position. We lay there sucking one another wildly. I felt my self about to burst when I cumed all in his mouth he swallowed and kept going sucking away at my long seven inch hard dick. After just a few seconds I heard a small moan come frome him then my mouth was instantly filled with warm cum so much I almost choked but was able to swallow before the next shot come. I swallowed it as well. He got up frome me and slid me to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs up in the air. He slide my boxers frome me and toss them to the side. He got on his knees and started licking my ass hole and fingering it slowly. He then started finger fucking my ass lostening me up then started toung fucking my ass. As he did my dick felt as if it had new life i started strokeing it as he licked me. He finaly stood back up and placed the head of his hard dick at my ass hole and pressed inward. His dick slid right in it felt so good and so hard. He pumped his dick slow at first but started picking up speed and finaly wasbanging the hell out of my ass but it felt so good. I felt myself ready to cum again this time squardting all over my stomach and chest area. He was pumping me with all he had when he cumed all inside my ass it was so warm and so nice i loved it i was moaning and breathing so heavy along with him. He slowed down the come to a stop. He pulled out of my cumsoaked ass his cum driping out of my ass to my bed. He then droped his shorts to the floor and got on the bed beside me with his ass in the hair and spoke.
Chris: Fuck me now gabriel.
At the sound of those words I got rock hard and stood up. As i Got behind him i saw his ass was lostend frome preveous fucks. Islide my hard cock in his ass and started fucking slowly the speed up as his breathing and moaning did. The harder I drove my dick The more he clinched the bed sheets in his hands. I fucked him as hard and as as good as I could I could Feel my ball sack slaping aginst him as I fucked him. His ass was warm moist and tight not to tight but not to lose just right and felt great. It griped my dick perfectly. As I pumped I felt another cum comeing on and It happend I cumed al inside his ass he griped the sheast and moand into my matress as I cum all inside him. As I pulled out I saw my cum running down his ass to his ball sack so i went down and licked his ball sack all the way up geting it all. I layd down beside him on the bed he pulled his self ontop of me and kissed me once on the mouth softly
Chris: So Did you like it gabriel
Gabriel: Yes I loved it
Chris: do you want more
Gabriel: yes I want it all the time
Chris placed his hand on my balls and begin rubing them again. My dick started hardening again as he rubed and squessed my balls. Then he again leand in and started licking them and sucking them I was in heaven. After a few seconds my dick was hard again. He slowly licked up my shaft and to the head. He took the head of my hard dick in his mouth and sucked it slowly and deeply. I felt his hand on my ass squeezing it but I had no idea he was gonna do what he done. I felt his middle finger I think it was ram into my asshole It felt so good but made me go weak all over. As his head slide up and down on my dick sucking it his finger pounded away at my asshole. I was moaning so loud and breathing so heavy it was amazeing. I arched my back to give his hand more room to finger my ass and to give his mouth the best acsess to my hard cock. As his fingering picked up speed and power I felt my dick ready to blow another load as he sucked me. Finaly he gvae his finger one hard shouve that hurt so much but still felt great I cum so hard that he chocked on it a bit but was able to get control and swollow all of it. He then pulled his self ontop to kiss me again.
He lifted off of me and set next to me the sound of foot steps could be heard in the hall out side of my room He quckly put his shorts on and put his cock away as i coverd up and he stood and winked at me and then leand in and whisperd.
Chris: There will be many more nights like this and better.
He then walked out of my room and into his room down the hall. As Iay there all I could do was think of how much better it can get.
Sorry it was so short but I wanted to see if anyone like it or not now if I get some good revews dispite the lenth I will do more longer ones I have many storys for I have led a varry sexual life. Pleas comment and let me know how you feel. The spelling may also be a lil bad due to keyboard probloms and iwrote this a lil tired so pleas be honest and point out anything you do and dont like i would love to write more but only if people like my stuff.
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READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.
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This is a true story that happened to me while I was in high school just a few years ago.
Thanks to her mind control powers, Bess has been naughty and needs to be disciplined by her daddy!
I slap your dick a little bit, you stick your cock between my tits.
You thrust until you cream my face, I’ll lick it cause I like the taste.
You rub my pussy, I sure am wet, then tap my ass to invite your friend.
I love it that you like to share, it turns me on when you don’t care.
It makes me drip to think about a nice wet pussy in my mouth,
And the dicks I get to suck, I like to make new people cum.
I’d like it if you’d fuck a chic while I lick her pussy clit,
Cum inside her when your done, I’ll slurp it out, just for fun.
Oh how nice to have two dicks, between each set of my two lips.
Hit it from the front and back, make me cum and make me gag.
Have a bitch sit on my face, tongue my pussy, hows it taste?
It makes you hard to watch the show, so in her mouth, your dick, it goes.
She sucks you and it looks like fun,
I wanna help her make you cum.
Spew your jizz on both of us, we’ll help each other lick it up.
I’ll pull her hair and bite her breasts, bend her over cause it’s the best Eat her ass from behind, in her cunt my fingers slide.
One by one I ease them in until I pound her with my fist.
Oh my fuck it’d be real nice to do this with you every night.
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Draco decides to get on the good side of new arrival Victor Krum by leasing Hermione to him for a few hours.
Draco Malfoy and his gang take advantage of Hermione on the train while Harry and Ron lay unconscious and unable to help
A cruise ship that specializes in human sexuality.
This is an experience that happened to me back in 2007 when I spent a snowboarding season in New Zealand.
Mike and I haven’t seen each other for a few years but I was just talking to him on Facebook and it reminded me of this get away and thought I’d share it with you guys.
As i said in the last story, don’t expect all these fancy words and such. You might spot many errors but i don’t care. I’m not a professional writer by any means. Im just going to be straight forward and truthful. You should read my first story before this one. Im not going to give you any background info.
When i got home from the family christmas party, i was crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened earlier, I masturbated somewhere around 8 times that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The next time I would see her was 3 months later on my birthday. Don’t get to excited, nothing happened, but there was a lot of sexual tension. We had a family dinner to celebrate at a Chilis restaurant. It was me, my mother, uncle, aunt, 2 cousins, my dad, and my stepmom. We caught ourselves looking at eachother every 5 seconds. I knew she thought about that Christmas party as much as I did. We left the restaurant and we got into our cars, and it would be another 3 months till I saw her again.
This time I visited my dad for the weekend. When I got there my dad was at work and my step mother was home. We greeted eachother and we were asking about eachothers days, casual small talk. Then we got to the topic at hand, the Christmas party. She said stuff like she’s never been fucked that good in years, that I was her biggest, that she loved my dick and that she didn’t want to give it up. Then she went on saying that her and my dad have been fighting and that their marriage was at low point and that’s why she did what she did. I don’t really remember half the things she said because I was sitting there hard as a rock, undressing her with my eyes. She knew I was extremely horny and I bet she was to. We didn’t do anything because my dad was due to arrive shortly. Before he got home though, we were talking about fucking again. We made a set of rules. Rule #1: no kissing(more her rule than mine). She made it clear that the Christmas party was a one time only thing. Rule #2: If we were to fuck, it would have to be planned. So we knew for sure that there was no way of getting caught. Rule #3: She made it extremely clear that whatever we did, would be between me and here, only. Obviously I’m breaking rule number 3. I heard my dad pull In the driveway so I grabbed her boob and smacked her ass. She rubbed her hand over my crotch and I quickly made my way upstairs to my room to make it look like I was watching tv. The weekend ended and when I got home, I noticed a box in my bag. I opened it up and I found five DVDs. Labeled #1,#2,#3,#4, and #5. They were copies of her masturbation videos. I jerkoff to these videos daily.
Now I’ll lead you to the next encounter, my dad was away on business for 2 days. I got there late afternoon after the day he left. We had this whole day planned to the letter. I didn’t even bring a bag with me or anything. Just the clothes on my body and my iPhone (and my wallet obviously). Here’s where the good stuff begins. I unlocked the front door and stepped inside. It was dark, no lights were turned on and the blinds were shut. I walked upstairs and I found her in my bedroom. She immediately ran to me and jumped on me. She knocked me over and guess what, she broke rule number 1. She immediately put her tongue down my mouth. I put my tongue down hers and I put both my hands on her juicy thick ass. She got a little bigger since Christmas, but I wasn’t complaining. Picture a chubbier Gianna Michael’s. She started to kiss my neck and then she immediately went down to my crotch. She was taking my belt off and she pulled off my shorts. This time we can be completely naked. But before she could take off my boxers, I moved to the side, sat up and I set her back on the floor. I pulled up her shirt and put my face between those large melons. Sucked every inch of her boobs. I spent about 10 minutes on those things, I went down to pull her booty shorts off, she was wearing no underwear. I spread her legs back and dug my face in her pussy. This was my first time eating her out and she tasted so good. I was addicted to her taste. I could have done this for hours. My tongue was working on her clit and I had two fingers in deep. She was out of control. Her whole body was shaking, she was screaming, banging her hands on the floor, scratching my back, squeezing her tits. I’ve never seen a girl so wild! I fucking loved it. I ate her pussy until she came. She got back up and pushed me down to the floor and she finally got my boxers off and she quickly put her mouth over every inch of my dick. There was that amazing feeling again. It drove me crazy to. I was moaning so loud, and she was loving it. I was the horniest I’ve ever been, even more than the Christmas party. I came within two minutes but not in her mouth, all over those beautiful tits.
After I came, we wiped it all off her beautiful tits and we moved to the dining room. She sat on the table, layed her back on it and put her legs up in the air. I stood there staring at her, drooling. I ran to her and slid my dick right In that tight little pussy. I put my hands on both sides of her body and I fucked her as hard as I could. I thought she would break windows because of how loud she was! Within 3 minutes she came twice. She got off the table and bent over it. I was drooling again because this was the most amazing view, I wanted to get my phone and snap a million photos. I proceeded to stick my dick in her wet pussy and she stopped me and said “my ass”. I couldn’t believe what I heard. Anal with my step mother. I knew it wasn’t going to go In without lube, she was already prepared for this, it was in drawer across the room. I sprinted to it, coated my dick and the outside of her asshole, and I inched in slowly, after a couple of minutes I sped up. The screams were crazy loud and she was screaming “fuck me” repeatedly. I only fucked her with half of my dick and that was more than enough. I came a few minutes later all over her huge cheeks. I wanted her to ride me so bad so I threw that idea out there and she pushed me on top the dining room table and she got up there with me. She sat all the way down on my 8 inches and let out a long moan and then she started to grind. She knew what she was doing. She was so good. Just the way she moved her hips made me crazy. She leaned down to kiss me and then I started to fuck her hard. I pushed her head down to my shoulder and she started to suck my neck and bite it. The pain felt so food. I was getting close to explode so I told her. She hopped off the table got on her knees and I slipped down and I rammed my cock down her throat and started to fuck it. The gagging noise made me cum in seconds. We were both so tired and out of energy that we both lay on the floor next to eachother. Panting heavily and sweating she said “I’ve never let your father fuck me In my ass” . I didn’t say anything back but I smiled big.
After 5 minutes on the floor we hopped in the shower. I finger fucked her and we cleaned eachother and we out and dried off. We went to my room layed on my bed naked and cuddled. We did this for 3 hours and It was time for me to go. I sucked her tits for a couple minutes and I got dressed. She put on a robe. She walked me to the door, no kiss. She said “til next time”. She put her hand over my crotch and then I grabbed her boob and smacked her ass. I got In my car and drove off.
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Come over here and lay down next to me
There is something I want you to see
Hold out your hand and close your eyes
I want to give you an erotic surprise
Shh… don’t say a word just lay there still
I have a secret fantasy to fulfill
Won’t you surrender your love to me?
You won’t be disappointed just wait and see
I will not hurt you I just want to take charge
I can already see something in your pants growing large
I will move my mouth from your head down to your toes
Then work my way back to your thing that grows
After I am done I will ride the horse until we are both equally satisfied of course
I will take my time to make it last forever
I love when our bodies are close together
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the first time I seen my wife fuck another man at home
Im new at this any comments would be nice
This story is about a sexual practice called sounding
A horny mom awakens late at night with some frustration to vent.
We were puzzled as to why we had no Halloween children.
(Repost) Red and Pink Ranger split with the others when they infiltrate the monster’s base in search for a canon that can wipe out the whole planet and destroy it. But instead, something else happens.
“I’m a slut,” Carol Wilson concluded. “I am discreet, to be sure, but I am a sexually promiscuous woman just the same.” These thoughts were racing through Carol’s mind as she stood at her nursing station late one night. Carol was a senior nursing supervisor at a major hospital in Chapel Hill and was working the eleven to seven shift on the third floor east wing that particular night. At three in the morning the halls were silent and the other nurse on the shift was at lunch. At quiet times like these Carol mused over the bizarre things that had happened in her life. She anxiously shook her head as she concluded that her husband, Greg, was a major contributing factor to her sexual depravity.
Thinking back, she realized that she’d been a naive country girl from Greenville when she went off to nursing school at UNC. She met her future husband there and he quickly introduced her to the joys of sex…wild, raging, uncontrolled sex. Greg had quickly broken down all of the barriers that she had developed growing up in a quiet, conservative family. Just about everything possible had been experienced during those college days . She’d even been shared by several of his fraternity brothers after one particularly drunken party at his apartment. She just shook her head at that particular rememberance. In any case, Greg and Carol were married after college and quickly got involved in the sexual swinging that was rampant at that time. Their sex lives were full, to say the least. Although most of their experiences were as a couple, they also did some fooling around on our own. Greg first started cheating with several women and, Carol had to admit, she was dreadfully hurt at first. She quickly decided, however, that this was an opportunity for her to get a little action on her own. They ultimately reached an agreement: Neither would ask about the other’s escapades … as long as they were discrete. They had certainly enjoyed each other, even though they never had children, but enjoyed others as well.
Carol had been a knockout in those days ….. and even now at age forty-two, she knew that men still turned their heads to watch as she entered a room. She was a slender five foot six with silky light brown hair. Her face was strikingly attractive and possessed all the classic features and sparkling, perfectly-spaced brown eyes. Her skin was still flawless, her nose had a slight upturn, and her lips were rich and full. Her hair was a thick, light brown that fell to her shoulders and was cut in even bangs across the front. Her frame was slender and taut with small, but properly proportioned breasts, and a well-rounded ass. As every man noticed, her legs were her most attractive feature, long and shapely. Unfortunately, her physical charms were well hidden under the baggy hospital “scrubs” that had replaced the traditional nurses uniform since she had graduated from nursing school.
“Oh yes,” Carol thought, “I’ve messed around on my husband many times over the years and fucked a number of other men. There were just too many opportunities at the hospital not to take advantage of them,” she smiled at the remembrances. “I had that long term relationship with Doctor Jerry Winthrop and thoroughly enjoyed the frequent “coffee breaks” we took on the couch in his office. Then I’d screwed around with Dr. Quinton until he took a position at the medical college in Richmond. Oh yes, then there had also been that medical student who worked as a part-time phlebotomist, and the Med Tech with the big cock, … and all the rest! Oh yeah, I’ve had a full, but carefully discreet, sex life over the last twenty years.” She gazed up and down the silent, darkened corridors, lost in her thoughts of past sexual encounters.
That particular night shift her thoughts curiously shifted to Malcolm Johnson. She’d known Malcolm, a black male nurse, for years and even though they occasionally worked together on the same shift, she’d never really considered him to be someone to ever fool around with. To be sure, they’d talked a lot and sometimes the banter got a little smutty. When no one else was around, their conversations were frequently filled with innuendo and even overtly sexual comments. However, other than the exchange of sexually-charged words, the two really never did anything physical.
For some reason Carol started having very erotic and sensual dreams about Malcolm the previous August. They were uncomfortably real and so vivid that when she woke up after them, her pussy was wet and she could virtually smell and taste him from the imagined encounter. The dreams reoccurred every few days, and became more and more vivid as time passed. This situation began driving her to the point of distraction on her job. Carol could never gather together sufficient courage to tell Malcolm about her increasingly erotic dreams, though. She found It was so frustrating to be imagining him fucking her, forcing her to suck his cock and doing all the bizarre things she dreamt of him doing to her! Regardless, nothing ever happened … but that was soon to change.
About a week later Carol was working a Wednesday three to eleven shift, but circumstances were such that she was forced to stay late. The nursing services manager was at a conference in Raleigh and had asked her to do the regular nursing station stock inventory during her shift. Unfortunately, the day had been unusually busy and by eleven o’clock she had not had the opportunity to inventory the supplies. Malcolm had relieved her and she finished up some shift paperwork before she intended to start to the inventory. She had completed all the paperwork when she realized that she had left her hospital service keys at home. Consequently, she realized that she would have to ask Malcolm to borrow his store room keys.
When Carol asked him for them, he said they were in his pants pocket, but he was working on a critical specimen and couldn’t stop to get them. He winked and said, “Why don’t you just grab them out of my pocket yourself, Carol.” Smiling, she reached down into his pocket to fetch the keys. Unintentionally, however, she grasped his his cock. She really hadn’t intended to do anything else, but she teasingly squeezed it two or three times before she felt it hardening in her hand and a smile began to across trace Malcolm’s face.
Carol, suddenly embarrassed at her boldness, quickly released her grip on his dick and jerked her hand out of his pocket. Blushing, she murmured that she was sorry and just stood frozen there in her unexpected embarrassment. Malcolm turned toward her, winked and said, “I thought you just wanted my storeroom keys; but, you can do that any time you want to.” Then he smiled, reached in his pocket, fished out the keys and handed them to her.
Carol grabbed the keys and rushed down the hall to the storeroom. She was so embarrassed by what had happened that she could not bring herself to return the keys to Malcolm after she had unlocked the door. Rather, she gave them to another nurse who happened to pass by the storeroom, asking her return them to him.
Forcing herself to focus on the inventory, Carol started to account for the products and materials stored in the tall shelving that filled the room. After a while she was so focused on her job that she was oblivious to everything else. The nurses station storage room was fairly small and, although the nursing and administrative supplies required for immediate use were limited, they were stacked in shelves by use and availability. She couldn’t see the door from where she was crouched down, inventorying a bottom shelf when the circumstances changed significantly.
Carol heard the door open and close and then the distinctive sound of the lock being engaged again. She peered around the shelving and was starting to stand up when she saw Malcolm walking in. She was about to say something, but was still mortified by the incident at the nursing station and decided to remain quiet. Malcolm looked directly at her, unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out of his white hospital pants. His shaft was hard as a rock and he smiled as he started stroking himself, looking directly at Carol squatting on the floor. She paused in fear, yet was not able to take her eyes off him and what he was doing with his erect shaft.
He walked directly in front of her, caressing his cock while he walked. When he was directly in front of her, he softly said, “Well, Mrs. Wilson, why don’t you help me take care of this swelling I seem to have.” She just stared at his huge cock bobbing inches in front of her face.
Carol asked him, “ahhh ….. wha …. what?”
He said “Why don’t you put my cock in that pretty white mouth of yours. Just open your mouth and suck on it. I think you can help me get rid of the swelling” To her amazement, Carol obediently responded and did just what he ordered her to do without question.
He gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth as he increased the stroking of the shaft. He looked down at Carol and told her “Look up at me, Mrs. Wilson.” Then he said, “You like being on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock, don’t you? Important nursing supervisor. Hmmm, a white girl like you just needs a big black cock in your mouth every so often, just to make you realize where you belong.”
Carol felt embarrassed and humiliated and feebly tried to pull her lips away from his cock. He realized what she was trying to do and reached his free hand around behind her head, and grabbed her by the hair. His strong grip wouldn’t allow her to pull her mouth off of his turgid cock. He forced her mouth back down on his throbbing shaft and made her continue sucking. Finally he released his stroking hand as he thrust forward, ramming his dick fully into Carol’s mouth.
Malcolm let out a loud, drawn-out groan as he climaxed. Carol tasted the massive load of his creamy semen spurting into her mouth and coursing down her throat. His spewing cock quickly overwhelmed her mouth and she choked and coughed. In response, he eased his dick out of her mouth while his climax continued. She closed her eyes as he spewed his semen over her face and down on the top of her scrubs.
When he finally stopped ejaculating, Carol’s face was covered by his semen. “That’s it, keep your eyes closed. Hold it right there, Mrs. Wilson.” After a brief moment he continued, “Perfect, Thanks, Mrs. Wilson. Hey, let’s get together and do this again real soon.”
Carol opened her eyes and watched as he zipped up his fly and walked toward the door. She heard the stockroom door open and close and Malcolm was gone. Stunned, she collapsed out of her crouch and sat on the floor, crying. She just couldn’t believe what had happened and what Malcolm had done to her. After several moments, she cleaned up as best she could, wiping her face with the hem of her scrubs.
Embarrassed and humiliated, Carol left the storeroom and went down to the senior nurses office on the second floor to hide. She just couldn’t go back to the nursing station and face Malcolm. No sooner had she got there and sat at her desk, uncontrollably sobbing with her head in her hands, when she got an e-mail from Malcolm. She opened it and recoiled at what it contained. It was a picture of Carol kneeling down with Malcolm’s creamy semen spattered all over her face and with even more oozing out of her open mouth. At the edge of the photo, mere inches away from her face, was the head of Malcolm’s rigid cock. She hadn’t realized it, but he had obviously snapped the shot with his cell phone camera when her eyes were closed at the end of the encounter. He had included a brief message, as well. “Mrs. Wilson, I’ve wanted to have you suck me off for years. Keep this to remind you of what happened. You might even want to share it with your husband. I’m sure he’d love to have a shot of you sucking a black cock.” Oddly enough, instead of deleting the e-mail, she saved it to a hidden folder in her personal email account.
Carol let three days pass after she’d sucked Malcolm’s dick in the storeroom. She had even called in sick so she wouldn’t have to encounter him directly. She just couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him and knowing what he would be thinking, remembering how she had sucked him off. She just couldn’t imagine how she could face him again, remembering how he had humiliated her like that. Even so, her pussy tingled every time she recalled the encounter. “What’s wrong with me!” she wondered. As much as she hated Malcolm for degrading her like that, she couldn’t erase the memory of the overpowering sensation of sucking him off, of feeling his hot sperm gushing into her mouth. She would pull up the picture on her computer when she was alone to look at it again and again. Whenever she relived the incident she was so thoroughly excited and aroused by the thought of his orgasm in her mouth that her pussy would become soaking wet.
The day Carol went back to work was a day when Malcolm was off shift. Consequently, she felt somewhat more comfortable about being there. She just hoped that hospital upper management team would never find out about the incident. “Well,” she thought, “I just hope that he is going to be satisfied with what happened and be finished with me.” She was conflicted, as well, because at the same time she clung to the overpowering desire that he would do it again, violate her again. However, this time, not just use her mouth but fuck her pussy, as well.
This particular day she worked the 7 am – 3 pm shift, and was surprised when her boss, Susan Thompson, called her at the nursing station a little before three. She and Susan had been friends for years, well before Susan had been promoted to her new position. Susan asked if she wanted to go out for a drink with her after the shift. Carol quickly responded, “Sure,. Susan. I think that’s a great idea. I could use one after this week.”
The two women went to the bar at a hotel right down the boulevard from the hospital. They “talked shop” and sipped their drinks for almost an hour when Carol got a call on her cell phone. Answering it, she was surprised to hear Malcolm’s voice. Malcolm apologized for not calling her the last few days and said he’d been busy, but wanted to say thanks for a terrific blowjob. “I certainly enjoyed having you suck me off, Mrs. Wilson. I bet you like to suck a lot of cock, don’t you? I bet you like to suck the cocks of men other than your husband, too, don’t you?”
Carol really didn’t know how to answer. Instead of her initial reaction to hang up, for some unknown reason she said, “I’ve been thinking about what happened and, yes, I do like it.” Almost immediately she was shocked by what she had said and wanted to take back her words right after she’d said them, but it was entirely too late.
Malcolm said “Hey, look, I’m not doing anything at the moment. Why don’t we meet someplace?” Again, before she thought through what he had asked, Carol said, “I’m in the bar at the hotel down the street from the hospital. Susan Thomson and I are having an after-work drink. Why don’t you join us?”
“Sounds great,” he responded, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Carol’s stomach was churning. “What on earth have I done?” she thought, shocked by what she had done. “How could I be so stupid? What am I going to say to him when he gets here?” Visably shaken, Carol ordered another bourbon and coke.
Susan look puzzled and asked her “What’s wrong, Carol?” Carol paused and then told her that Malcolm was coming there and joining them for drinks. “So, what’s the problem?. He’s joined us for drinks before.”
Carol’s head swirled in a series of confused and conflicting thoughts and emotions. Finally she decided to tell Susan what happened that night in the storeroom. As Carol related the story, Susan’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and an expression of sheer astonishment crossed her face. Even so, the question she asked upon hearing the story shocked Carol: “What was it like, Carol? What did his cock look like?”
Carol paused briefly, then grinned, and said , “Oh, Susan! It was huge! …and just full of creamy semen!”
Susan smiled, swirled the bourbon around her glass and quietly said “I’ve always wondered what he was like. I often imagined exactly what size of cock he had, but never had the opportunity to find out. You did!”
Carol closed her eyes and said, “Damn, Susan! He really is huge! Oh! … and he just filled my mouth with his cum!”
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Susan quietly, imagining herself in such a circumstance.
“No, not at first,” Carol honestly responded. “It wasn’t until I started to think about the experience later and began reliving it that I found myself truly aroused by what happened.”
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the pair saw Malcolm walk in with a several of his friends. This was something Carol hadn’t expected, but admitted that she was certainly excited to see him. She didn’t know any of the other men though, and neither did Susan. They knew, however, that none of them were from the hospital staff.
The four men came over and joined the women at the table and sat down. Malcolm introduced Antwan, Duane, and D’shawn. He explained that they were all members of his basketball team in the city’s adult recreation league. Providing introductions, Malcolm explained that Antwan worked as a loan officer at a local bank, while Duane was a lawyer and D’shawn was a high school coach. The group started talking and the men bought Carol and Susan several drinks over the next hour.
It was almost five o’clock when the men suggested that they all get something to eat in the hotel restaurant. Susan said, “Oh no, not for me. I have to get home. Carol, what about you? are you going to be staying?” Carol knew she was entirely too drunk to drive and planned on leaving. She intended on calling Greg, her husband, to come pick her up. Carol assured Susan that she would be fine told her that she would call her. However, Malcolm then suggested that she go back to his home nearby and have another drink, assuring her that he would then get her home.
Carol knew that she should leave right then; however, for some bizarre reason, Malcolm’s suggestion made sense. She told him “Why not, but that I can’t be out too late either. I better call Greg.” She called her husband and lied that she and Susan were going out for the evening. There was a pause and then Greg said, “Okay.” Pausing again, he continued “Be careful and get a ride home if you’re too drunk.” After she hung up, Malcolm said he’d that he’d take care of her and get her home. Susan was concerned and feeling reluctant to leave, but she got up and prepared to leave the bar.
They all walked Susan out to her car and she gave Carol a wink as she got in. “Well, Carol, have a fun evening and tell me about it tomorrow.” When Susan’s car pulled away, Carol got into Malcolm’s Honda and the two drove a few blocks off of the main thoroughfare and into a quiet, secluded neighborhood. The couple drove without a word being spoken, lost in their own thoughts. Carol’s mind was swirling, recalling the storeroom experience and anticipating what she hoped would happen at his home. Even so, she was surprised when Malcolm’s friends pulled in the driveway behind them and asked him, “Did you know they were going to be coming over too?””
Malcolm said “Yeah, I’d invited them to come with us and we would all have a little party.” He grinned and continued. “Now, you treat my bros right and they’ll give you the night of your life.” He laughed and winked. Carol was more than a little drunk, but she quickly realized what kind of party he was talking about and that she’d be the center of attention for an interacial gangbang.
They all went inside the spacious and surprisingly well appointed house. Malcolm directed everyone into the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare drinks. Carol found herself sitting on a couch between Malcolm’s friends Duane and Antwan and as small as the couch was, the three were crowded quite close. Malcolm returned to the living room and passed out the liquor. After several moments, Duane and Antwan began rubbing Carol’s body through her clothing while the conversation continued and everyone sipped their drinks.
Everyone was laughing and talking as the additional alcohol continued to break down Carol’s remaining inhibitions. She really didn’t understand what everyone was talking about other than the evident fact that she was laughing and having a really good time. Because of the alcohol, her head began to swim in erotic thoughts. The two men beside her took turns kissing her, probing her mouth with their tongues. Carol was surprised that she was enthusiastically kissing them back, probing with her own tongue. After several minutes, Duane peeled off her scrub top, while Antwan began to work at removing her white scrub pants. Carol gave out a drunken laugh, and thought “Oh yeah, this evening is going to be something special!” Even so, she said, “I think you better stop what you’re doing, because … ..” She never completed the sentence because suddenly Duane unsnapped and removed her bra and started sucking and caressing her nipples while Antwan resumed his efforts with her hospital pants.
Carol didn’t struggle, and in no time they had her completely naked. Antwan tossed Carole’s panties to Malcolm and the men all whistled in appreciation of Carol’s shapely body. Duane and Antwan continued running their hands all over her body, especially between her legs. Carol leaned back on the couch and spread her legs further apart, giving them a better opportunity to let them do anything they wanted. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as she leaned against the back of the couch, enjoying their caresses.
As Antwan reached down between Carol’s legs, he fondled her pussy and was quickly joined by Duane. Carol drunkenly giggled again, surprised at her wontoness. Certainly she was bothered by these black strangers feeling her private parts, but it felt so good that she wanted them to continue. She knew she was drunk and knowing the men were abusing her actually excited and aroused her. She could feel her pussy juices flowing profusely, quickly coating the men’s fingers. Surprisingly, Carol quickly experienced her first orgasm of the evening prompted by just their probing fingers alone. It was overpowering and she truly thought she was going to pass out from the combination of booze and sexual arousal.
“This white bitch likes it,” chuckled Duane. “Now, let’s see how much she likes this.” He unzipped his slacks and extracted a fully erect seven inch cock and pulled Carol’s head into his lap. Carol obediently opened her mouth and began to enthusiastically suck his rigid cock. “Hey, Gimme some of that!” said Antwan after a few minutes watching the action. “Don’t I get some?” Duane agreed and Carol felt her head being pulled to the other side to suck another firm, throbbing cock. This one was about the same size, but seemed even thicker than the first one. She sucked Antwan’s cock deep in her throat, making soft humming sounds as she did. She gradually worked her mouth all the way down his organ until she felt her nose reach his kinky pubic hair. Malcolm watched the three and told Carol to go ahead and suck them both off, “You need a mouthful of hot cum, woman.” he chuckled.
Carol increased her efforts, sucking eagerly until Antwan finally thrust up violently and climaxed with a thick load of creamy white sperm. Carol swallowed every drop, then directed her attention back to Duane and swallowed his swollen shaft. She worked her magic on his cock and was quickly rewarded with an equally thick white load. As his climax subsided, Carol scooped up a few drops of cum that had dribbled out the corners of her mouth and licked them from her fingers.
Even in her drunken and lust-filled condition, Carol realized that the other two men in the room had shed their clothes and were now completely naked. D’shawn pulled her forward and up off the couch, pushing her down on her knees on the floor. She was kneeling in front of Malcolm and D’shawn, each with huge erections, taking them in each hand and began stroking one while she sucked the other. Carol didn’t hesitate, but inhaled Malcolm’s cock all the way to the base in one smooth plunge. She made sloppy, sensual sucking sounds with her mouth as she worked him back and forth and finally deep into her throat. It wasn’t long before her strenuous efforts were rewarded as a thick load of creamy semen flooded her mouth.
She had barely swallowed that load, when she turned her attention to D’shawn. His cock was a little shorter, perhaps six inches, and very slender. She giggled, humorously thinking “Why, he’s a real ‘pencil dick’!” Even so, she lavished sloppy kisses and licks on the man’s shaft before sucking him all the way. D’shawn was patient, enjoying every moment with this skilled white woman and she worked on him for quite a while the other men cheered her on. After about five minutes of her exquisite cocksucking skills, he also blew a fresh load of cum down her throat.
As she swallowed the last of D’shawn’s sperm, Carol looked up to see the other three naked men standing around her, black skin glistening in the dim light, looking down on her and stroking their cocks. “Look at her, she loves this shit,” said Duane “She be nothing but a true whore,” said Antwan. Carol was beyond caring what they were saying; all she wanted was for one of these men to slam his cock into in her foaming hot pussy and fuck her. As she was pulled to her feet, Malcolm said, “We’re gonna use you, Mrs. Wilson. We gonna fuck your white ass silly!”
Duane grabbed her and led her to the large coffee table and pushed her on her back. He spread her legs and said, “Get ready to fuck, bitch!” He wasted no time and rammed his stiff cock into her drooling slash, driving it all the way in without a pause. In spite of her wanton needs, the force of the thrust elicited a loud grunt from Carol. She concentrated on the fat dick that was starting to fuck her hard, sliding over her swollen clitoris with each probing thrust. “Fuck me, damn you!” she wailed, “Fuck me.” Considering her agitated state of arousal and provocative words, it didn’t take much of this before Duane closed his eyes and blasted her cunt with his hot, creamy sperm.
Next up was Antwan and when he entered her pussy, he took his time and slowly, deliberately wormed his thick shaft all the way in. Carol lost it again, seemingly in one sustained orgasm as she screamed in sexual release. She began wildly thrusting against him, humping her hips upwards to get even more of his black cock up her pussy. When he reached his orgasm, after quite a long time of hard fucking, she came with him in yet another crashing orgasm of her own.
Malcolm was behind Carol and rolled her over. She spread her legs, and he plunged his huge cock into her already saturated pussy. She was so wet at that point that he slid in easily. He laughed and said “This white girl, senior nurse Wilson, is more than ready and willing to take a lot of cock in her. What do you think? can we help this cock-hungry white bitch out?”
The others laughed and shouted approval. Antwan said, “Fuck her in her ass, bro!” Malcolm laughed again and asked Carol “Would you like that, Mrs. Wilson? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” Carol quietly moaned, “Yes.” Malcolm chuckled again and told her to beg him to fuck her in the ass. Carol anwered with a near scream, “Please fuck me in my ass! Shove that big black cock of yours in my ass … please!!!”
Carol couldn’t believe that she was actually pleading this erotic and sensual request, especially in a room full of black guys that she had fucked and sucked! Malcolm pulled his dick out of her pussy and she felt his cockhead pushing against her rectum. This time she did feel pain as he first penetrated her. She screamed, which only made the men laugh. However, before she could make any more sounds D’shawn grabbed her by her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. As he started to thrust it in and out he said, “Here’s something for you suck on, bitch!”
Malcolm’s thick shaft battered Carol’s rectum, slamming in at out as he shouted, “Take it, bitch! Take all my cock! Oh, fuck! Her ass is so tight!” Carol moaned around D’shawn’s dick rammed past her sucking lips, lost in her own sexual overload. Probably ten minutes passed before both men reached their climax, pouring even more semen into her body.
After that they all took turns with the exhausted Carol until she could barely stand. Antwan sat on the couch and told Carol to straddle him and sit down. Weakened, Carol did as she was told and he grabbed and positioned his cock and the moment she sat down he drove his cock deep in her rectum. Pulling her body back, he told Duane “Fuck the white bitch’s pussy now!!” Duane didn’t hesitate, sliding his cock against the lips of Carol’s steaming slash and driving it home. Now Carol had two huge black cocks probing and thrusting in her body. The double penetration prompted yet another orgasm and she ground back against their cocks in frenzied response. The action only made the men fuck the sex-crazed woman all the harder, which in turn making her orgasm more. With a howl, Antwan was the first to reach his climax, flooding her ravaged rectum with his steaming hot cum. He was quickly followed by Duane, who blasted another load into Carol’s sodden, well-used pussy.
They gradually stopped their fucking and they turned Carol over to be violated by the other two black men. She was rolled sideways to Malcolm’s waiting cock. Facing Malcolm, she was lifted and firmly impaled on his rigid shaft as he pulled her body toward his chest. D’shawn then crouched behind her, positioning himself and slid his cock in her battered rectum. In spite of the akward position, the two men began fucking her, shaking her weakened body like a rag doll. Seeing his opportunity, Duane stood up on the couch and grabbed the mature woman by the hair, shoving his cock back into her mouth. “Clean my cock, bitch!” he screamed. Antwan cheered them all on, stroking his cock as he watched Carol getting fucked in the pussy, ass and mouth.
Carol’s loud moans, the sounds of the men grunting, and the emotion of the experience drowned out everything. Carol’s mind was swirling for what seemed like hours, then she heard Malcolm grunt and say “I’m cuming in that white pussy of yours!!!” and Carol felt his load spurt deep inside of her. Moments later, D’shawn groaned and said “Oh, fuck! Oh yeah, feel a load of nigger cum up that tight white ass of yours! Oh, fuck yeah!” as he loosed his own flow of steaming semen into her rectum.
After a few moments, Duane pulled out of Carol’s ass and then she staggered off of Malcolm. She was so weakened by the fucking that she couldn’t stand up and slumped down next to him, exhausted and nearly comatose, She could hear them all of them laughing and hooting as Malcolm said “Mrs. Wilson is the kind of white girl who loves getting gang-fucked by niggers.”
And, just that suddenly, the gangbang came to a close when Duane threw her a towel, and said, “We’re done and you needed to clean up.” The others began to clean up and get dressed. Malcolm turned and quietly asked her, “Mrs. Wilson, are you okay?” Carol didn’t quite know how to answer him. Her pussy burned and her ass was on fire and her jaw had been outrageously stretched. She could barely move her legs and her arms were like rubber. But, she knew that she had never experienced as many orgasms as she had that night, perhaps in her entire life. Here she was, a respected nursing professional, sitting on a couch her white body totally naked after having been gangbanged by four black guys. She knew she should feel humiliated, violated, and ashamed; however, instead, she was totally turned on and aroused by the the fact that she had indeed been gangbanged by four black studs!
After she had recovered somewhat and the other men had left, Carol had Malcolm drive her home and that’s when she looked at the time on the dashboard clock. It was almost eleven. She had been fucked almost constantly for almost five hours.
On the way home, neither she nor Malcolm spoke as she replayed the events of the evening in her head. In doing so she realized that she was getting aroused again. She knew that she’d been fucked like she’d never been fucked before in her entire life. She was ashamed at what she’d done at Malcolm’s house. She’d been completely ravaged by four black men. Still, she was amazed at her eventual enjoyment of the ordeal, as evidenced by the moistness of her pussy in her renewed arousal.
Malcolm dropped her off at her home and she quietly entered the darkened house. Greg had obviously gone to bed. She climbed the steps to the bedroom and stripped off her scrubs, bra and panties. After a long, hot shower, she slipped into the bed. Her huband, awakened, sleeply asked, “Have a good time?” Carol, answered answered a brief “Yes,” then turned over and pulled the covers over her. She immediately fell asleep and as she slept, she had some positively outrageous dreams.
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