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Little Olivia

Olivia has a crush on her new Daddy. He finds it hard not to enjoy her short shorts and tight body

And Mother Makes Four 2

THE WEDDING AND TRIP TO JAMAICA
The next few days leading up to the wedding were busy and brought the four us even closer if that were possible. We would tend to the wedding preparations during the day and enjoy each other’s company in the evening and at night. Following dinner, a cool swim and a Jacuzzi we adjourned to my bedroom for group sex.
The day of the wedding finally arrived and the weather cooperated. The ceremony was simple conducted in our back yard and the reception was held pool side. Only close friends and business associates were invited. Everyone enjoyed themselves and was well behaved. I got a kick out of Joannie wearing white she even had the audacity to wear a white veil. I teased her about the veil and she said it was only to hide any traces of cum on her face. We both got a laugh out of that.
The next day we were off to the airport and as far as my friends and associates knew I was just taking a vacation. No one knew that Biff and I would be joining the newlyweds on their honeymoon.
We were seated in first class across from one another and the flight attendant picked up on the fact that we were together. I could tell she was confused. She knew that Jerry and Joannie were just married but she couldn’t figure out Biff and I. That is until Joannie told her that we were joining them on their honeymoon and told her the name of the resort where we were staying.
The attendant, a pretty oriental girl, then asked, “So as I understand it you two are on your honeymoon and your best man and mother are joining you? Do you know that the resort you are staying at is couples only?”
Jerry replied, “Oh yes, we are all staying in the same room.”
The flight attendant, whose name we came to know as Kim, blushed a little and gasped, “The same room!”
The Joannie interjected, “Yeah, it’s cool though since we are fucking each other.”
Kim had a look of disbelief on her face and she excused herself for a moment. The word must have got around pretty quick because the other flight attendants looked at us curiously when they passed our seats.
Biff laughed and said to Joannie, “I think you shook them up at least you definitely got Kim’s attention.”
Kim served us drinks and our meal but kept the conversation at a strictly business level. Joannie and Jerry were involved in conversation so I turned my attention to Biff.
“So Biff I know your real name is Robert, how did you get the nickname Biff?” I inquired.
“Well Marla when I was in college I was a butt fucker. BF being short for butt fucker can sound like Biff, so my friends started calling me Biff and it stuck with me.” He told me.
I was past the point of being shocked by these three any more so I continued the conversation. “Just how many girls did you butt fuck in college?”
“I butt fucked about ten girls and three guys,” he replied. “But the guys had to be a little effeminate kind of like Jerry with smooth hairless bodies.” He continued.
“Did everyone like it,” I asked curiously.
“Not really a few girls did but most found it a little unpleasant. They only agreed to let me butt fuck them if I promised to fuck their pussy. One girl just wanted to see if she could take my size in her ass.” He explained.
“The guys like it probably because it hits their prostate. But I don’t know how it affects the girls. Take Joannie for example she loves it in the ass,” he went on.
I couldn’t resist and I asked him, “When did you fuck your first ass?”
He thought about it for a second and then said to me, “Okay I’ll tell you but it has to be between you and me, no one else knows, okay?”
I nodded in anticipation of a juicy story.
“Marla first you have to understand that I am hooked on ass fucking. I realized that more than anything, I wanted to watch my own dick fucking a smooth tight ass. I love to feel my pubes slam against the impaled buttocks of my bent over partner flattening the fleshy globes as I thrust into the depth of her or his ass. I love to watch my cock slide through my partner’s well stretched anus to disappear into the bowels only to re-appear for a renewed thrust. It is a huge turn-on to ram and slam my cock into a bare and defenseless ass so that my impaled partner male or female is dominated. If my partner is male then he is feminized. To shove my cock in a vulnerable asshole is about power, domination and control more than sex.” Biff explained his rationale.
BIFF’S STORY
Biff began. My first sexual experience was after 9th grade in junior high school when I was 15 years old. The most remarkable thing about my experience is that it was with another guy. It happened one night after I went to a movie in town. We lived in a prominent community and on Saturday summer nights I would often ride my bicycle into town and go to the only movie theatre there. I was still naïve about sex and I had not even begun to jerk-off yet. I had my share of erections pushing out my pants when the cute girls were around but no experience to date.
If there was nothing going on I would ride my bike about 2 miles and park it about 4 blocks from the theatre. I always hide it on the church grounds and chain locked it to a tree in the wooded section. No one was ever around the church on a Saturday night so I always felt it was safe in this secluded section. I was a fit 15 year old at 6’0, 175 lbs and a very fit athlete.
This particular evening the movie was with Marilyn Monroe singing Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend. She looked very hot and kept me stiff all night. As the movie started this guy sat in the seat next to me and he was very vocal about how hot she was. He had me cracking up and seemed like a nice person. Between movies, the double feature days, he introduced himself. His name was Barry and he was home from school in England. He was a freshman in Oxford University.
The second feature was boring and I decided to leave, Barry surprised me by leaving at the same time. He walked with me and asked me lots of questions about school, where I lived, etc. Then he asked me about girls, dating and my sexual experiences. When I told him that I didn’t have any he asked me about jerking off and I started to get embarrassed. He told me that in England they were jerking off and playing with each other all the time.
We reached the church where I parked my bike and as we stood in the secluded area, Barry told me about his sexual encounters with the other boys in school. He explained how they played with each other’s cock, how they went down on each other and how some buggered one another. I was getting hard and it was obvious. Barry began to rub my crotch as he kept telling me stories. I went to push his hand away but he told me to relax that he wasn’t going to hurt me.
I wasn’t afraid because even given the 4 years difference in age I was bigger and stronger than Barry. My erection was in full mast behind my pants zipper and Barry kept rubbing it. All of a sudden I realized that he had lowered my pants zipper and was rubbing my cock through my jockey underwear. I felt this tremendous pressure in my cock and I didn’t know what was happening. Barry unbuckled the belt to my trousers and opened them up. He then reached inside my briefs and handled my cock.
As Barry stroked my cock he kept asking how it felt. Then he told me how lucky I was to have such an impressive cock. I didn’t know until that time that my cock was bigger then average at 9″ long and 5″ around. Barry spit on his hands and continued to jerk me off. My trousers and briefs were down to my knees and Barry fondled my balls as he stroked my dick. Then he really surprised me by kneeling down in front of me with his face right in front of my cock and he kissed my thighs and licked my balls.
I trembled slightly and he sensed that I may come soon. Barry sucked my cock into his mouth taking me deeper and deeper until my pubic hair was brushing his face. He had a way of opening his throat to accommodate my size and he did things with his mouth and throat that brought me over the edge.
I came in Barry’s mouth not even aware that’s what happened. He kept swallowing and sucking my cock until I couldn’t take it anymore and I was trembling and felt chills running through me. I asked him what happened to me and he told me that I came in his mouth and shot a quart of cum down his throat. Then he realized that I was a virgin.
Barry went back to sucking my cock and got me to cum in his mouth a second time. He stayed on his knees swallowing and sucking and within minutes I was hard again. Barry stood up and lowered his trousers and underwear. I had no intention of reciprocating but that was not what was on his mind. Barry reached in his pocket and took out a tube of something; he then reached between his legs and rubbed the substance all over and in his asshole. He smiled at me, got on all fours and told me that he had to have my cock in his ass.
Barry had me kneel behind him as he reached between his legs and grabbed my cock. He lined my dick up with his asshole and told me to press forward. I felt his asshole give way and stretch to accommodate my cock. He told me to fuck him slow at first until he adjusted to my size. I looked down and was amazed to see my cock slide in and out of his asshole with all 9″ disappearing and then appearing. I was getting into this ass fucking and Barry’s ass was gripping me tightly. Barry lowered his head to the ground and arched his ass as I started to pick up the pace and began to pound his ass.
I could feel another orgasm building and when I came I felt cum travel from my balls through my cock into his ass. I leaned over Barry to rest as I recovered. Barry had cum just from my fucking him and his jizm was on the ground in front of him. That’s when I noticed his cock, which paled compared to mine; he was about 5″ long and probably 3″ around. Barry and I cleaned up the best we could and got dressed. He and I agreed to meet at the movie theatre the next week. I had two ball draining orgasms and I felt as sated as ever. Barry asked me not to jerk off during the week so that my balls would be full when we got together again.
“Do you want to hear about what happened next with my friend Fred?” Biff asked me.
I told him to go on with his story as he really had my attention now. Biff continued with his story.
Later that week I was over at my friend Fred’s house and we were sitting by the pool talking. Fred is also 15 years old and his house was really cool. The yard was totally landscaped with complete privacy around the pool. Fred and I would swim and hangout at his place, since his parents were never home during the day.
Fred and I were talking about girls, who was hot and who we might try to date as sophomores. The problem was that the seniors and juniors were always hitting on the underclass girls and the girls thought that was cool because the older guys had their licenses and could drive. So next year would be tough for us unless we wanted to hit on the less attractive girls like Meg.
Meg was in our class, she had a great body but just wasn’t a pretty girl. She had the reputation of putting out so she could get dates. I didn’t find her unattractive, she just wasn’t as pretty as the chicks everybody jerked off thinking about. I told Fred that I had my first blow job and I had fucked my first ass. Fred jumped to the conclusion that it was Meg.
Then I told him about Barry. Fred couldn’t believe it and told me I was queer. I told him I wasn’t queer if I didn’t touch his cock. Fred wanted to know how I could fuck a guy in the ass. I explained that Barry’s body was hairless and smooth and that it didn’t seem like a fucked a guy. He was more like a girl when he was on all fours with his bubble butt in the air. I told Fred that I was meeting Barry again next week. Fred begged me to let him come with me.
So that Saturday Fred and I went to the movies and met up with Fred. I told Barry that I happen to run into Fred at the theater. We all left after the first feature and walked up to the church grounds. As we walked I told Fred that Barry was telling me about school in England and how the guys took care of each other. When we reached the area Fred was extremely horny from all the talk.
Barry didn’t waste anytime he walked over to me and unfastened my trousers and pushed them along with my briefs to my knees. My erect cock popped free and stood tall as Barry stroked it. Then he did the same to Fred and started stroking both our cocks. Fred was more like Barry, about 5″long and 3″ around. Barry’s own cock was hard as he stroked the two of us. Fred kept staring at my cock and Barry’s.
Barry noticed Fred staring at my cock and took Fred’s hand and placed it around his cock and told Fred to do what he was doing to him. I couldn’t believe that Fred was getting into this. Barry sensed that Fred was close to cumming so he dropped to his knees and began to suck Fred’s cock. Within minutes Fred was spurting his seed into Barry’s mouth and Barry sucked him dry until Fred had to grab Barry’s shoulders for support.
Barry told him it was his turn as he gently pushed Fred to his knees. Barry then fed Fred his cock and coached him in the technique of cock sucking. I couldn’t believe my eyes, Fred was sucking Barry’s dick and he was getting into it. Barry told Fred he was a natural as he fired his cum into Fred’s mouth and Fred’ eyes got wide with surprise. Fred swallowed some by mistake and let the rest run out of his mouth Some of Barry’s cum was on Fred’s face and Barry scooped it up with his finger and fed it to Fred and Fred licked his fingers clean.
I had a raging hard-on and I needed some attention. Fred was hard again so Barry let Fred fuck him in the ass while he sucked me off. I came quickly as did Fred because of the two-way action. Barry then had me fuck him in the ass standing up and told Fred to blow him again. Barry came quickly filling Fred’s mouth with cum for a second time and then Fred shoved his cock back into Barry’s mouth as I continued to fuck him in the ass. Fred came for a third time as I filled Barry’s ass with my jizm.
Barry asked if we could ever meet during the week and Fred offered to have us get together at his pool. For the next several days the three of us met at Fred’s house for swimming, sunning and sex.
Barry arrived at Fred’s home and Fred and I were already by the pool. Barry asked if it was okay to sun in the nude and Fred told him it was okay since the yard was totally private. We all shed our bathing suits and kicked back in the sun. Barry offered to apply suntan lotion on Fred, so Fred lay face down on the lounge as Barry covered his back and legs with the lotion. Barry then began to massage the lotion into Fred’s ass and fingered his asshole. Fred started to protest but Barry calmed him and continued to finger fuck Fred in the ass. Fred started to moan a little and then gasped when Barry added a second finger to his asshole.
Barry told Fred he was ready for the real thing and he lifted Fred by the hips until Fred’s ass was level with Barry’s cock. Barry eased his erect dick into Fred’s ass and Fred yelped in pain. Barry told Fred to relax as he reached around and fondled Fred’s cock and balls. Fred relaxed as Barry stroked his hard-on. Barry eased the entire 5″ into Fred’s ass and he felt Fred tense up.
I was rock hard watching this scene when Barry motioned me over to them and told me to fuck Fred’s face. I walked around to the front of Fred and lifted up his chin to my cock. Fred looked confused but he accepted my cock into his mouth. He could only take about 4″ of my 9″ but it did serve as a distraction and soon Barry was sliding in and out of Fred’s ass with ease. Fred was moaning around my cock and I could feel myself on the verge of a powerful orgasm. I fired a barrage of cum into Fred’s mouth, so much so that he gagged a little and pulled his mouth off my cock. The second, third and fourth spurts hit him in the face, his chest and the back of his neck. Barry emptied his balls in Fred’s ass and the two of them collapsed on the lounge chair with Barry still grinding his cock into Fred.
We all hit the pool to cool down a little bit after our intense orgasms. Afterwards we lay in the sun sipping drinks and getting horny again. Barry went over to Fred and got on top of him in a 69 position. Barry engulfed Fred’s cock as he lowered his own cock toward Fred’s mouth. Barry then told me to get behind him and fuck his ass while he and Fred sucked each other off. I fucked Barry slowly relishing his smooth hairless ass. He had an ass girls would kill for. This time my orgasm seemed to start in my toes and work its way up my body. I shot an ample load of cum into Barry’s ass and as my cock softened it slip from Barry’s asshole with an audible pop. A substantial amount of cum seeped out of Barry’s ass ran down his crack, over his balls and onto Fred’s face.
Fred was so engrossed with sucking cock that he didn’t notice that I had shot my load until he felt it running down on his face. Just then Barry unloaded in Fred’s mouth, which in turn set Fred off and he came in Barry’s mouth. We all rested again until the next bout of sex. This time Fred lay on his side with Barry also on his side fucking Fred. I lay on my side behind Barry and fucked him as he fucked Fred while Barry reached around and jerked Fred off. Once again we all fired an ample amount of cum into or onto Fred and Barry. That was it for our first day and we agreed to meet again later in the week.
The next time we got together I learned that Fred and Barry were sucking and fucking every day. Fred’s ass hole had really loosened up from Barry fucking it 2-3 times a day. Barry wanted to see me fuck Fred in the ass but of course Fred was apprehensive. Barry fucked Fred first to loosen him up and then had Fred get down on all fours with his ass perched in the air. Fred also had a great looking ass much like Barry it was smooth and hairless and perfectly shaped.
Barry added more lotion to Fred’s ass and spread an ample amount on my dick. Barry then added his own saliva to my cock making it very slick. Barry held my cock in his hand and lined it up with Fred’s ass. Barry eased my cock into Fred’s asshole a little at a time, keeping his hand on it to control how much went into Fred’s ass. Fred gasped audibly and asked me to go slow and easy. Barry told him to relax and take deep breaths as he continued to feed Fred my cock. Once my dickhead had cleared Fred’s sphincter he started to adjust to the width of my weapon. What he didn’t realize was that only about 2″ of my 9″ were in his ass. Barry was a master at breaking Fred in and introducing my cock into him. Soon there were 4″ then 5″ and so on until Barry removed his hand and I plunged all 9″ into Fred. All of a sudden I felt dominating and I pounded Fred’s ass as Barry urged me on.
I yelled as I could fill cum building in my balls. I fired barrage after barrage of my seed into Fred’s asshole. The cum started to leak from his ass before I stopped fucking him and when I slid my cock out of his ass it was like removing a plug and releasing a flood. Barry was on my cock immediately as he sucked me dry getting every last drop of jizm out of my cock. Barry then rolled Fred on his side and the two of them assumed the 69 position and sucked each other to a mind blowing orgasm.
The next several days at the pool would usually go like this. I would fuck Barry in the ass while he sucked Fred’s cock. I would fuck Fred in the ass while he sucked Barry’s cock. Sometimes Barry would fuck Fred as I fucked Barry or I fucked Fred as he fucked Barry. At times they would both suck me off with my cock in one mouth and my balls in the other. Both Fred and Barry would take turns swallowing cum.
As much as I enjoyed getting my rocks off all the time, I still missed girls. After a week I left Barry and Fred to enjoy each other and I started hanging out at the community pool. A lot of the girls were there and they looked great in their swim wear. Most of them were acting stuck up and trying to get the attention of the older guys. Meg was there a lot but she was mostly ignored because of the other girl’s presence. I decided to try and hook up with her.
“Do you want to hear more Marla?” Biff asked me snapping me out of my trance. “Do you want to hear about the high school girls; Meg, Nancy, Ingrid, and Susan and how I took their anal cherry?” he continued.
“No I think you better save that story for another time,” I replied in a weak tone.
“Did that story get you hot?” he teased.
“Just a bit,” I gasped.
“Let’s see,” he said as he slid his hand under my miniskirt and covered my vulva. “My, my, aren’t we a little wet,” he noted.
Biff then slipped a finger under the elastic of my panties and located my clit. He rubbed my clit until I orgasmed in the seat. I had to cover my mouth to deafen my groans. He smiled at me as he removed his hand and licked his finger. I shuddered with his public display. The cabin smelled of sex and I knew that our flight attendant would be able to detect it.
I looked over toward the aisle and saw that Kim was standing there watching us and she had a stern look on her face. Biff followed my eyes and saw Kim as well and then he made a spectacle of licking his fingers clean. Then Kim’s eyes got wide and she shuddered slightly. It was then I realized that Joannie had slip her hand under Kim’s skirt and ran it up her inner thighs toward her pussy. A flustered Kim abruptly made her way back to the galley.
Biff laughed at Kim’s embarrassment and then leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You have such a cute puffer pussy and the neatest squirter.”
Biff did finish his story and told me how he dated the four other girls in high school. He told me how he had fucked them all in the ass taking their anal virginity.
ARRIVING AT THE RESORT The rest of the flight was routine except for when we were getting off the plane. Kim the flight attendant told us to enjoy ourselves on the island.
“We will,” replied Joannie and then she grabbed Kim’s ass, “Too bad you can’t join us.”
“Joannie you are going to give that poor girl a heart attack,” I chuckled.
“I doubt it, she already gave me her phone number so that I can call her when we get back home,” Joannie laughed.
We left the plane, picked up our luggage, went through customs and picked up the resort van. The drive from Montego Bay to the resort in Negril was revealing as much of Jamaica was clearly third world. It was obvious that the corporations running the resorts were not putting any money back into the island.
We arrived at the resort and we were checked in with all of our documents and valuables placed in a safe deposit box. We were then shown to our room by one of the bell staff. He smiled as he left the room probably guessing at our sleeping arrangements. We unpacked our bags and kicked back for a few minutes.
“Let’s take a walk around and get familiar with the place,” suggested Biff.
Then Joannie said, “We should go commando in case we hit the nude beach.” She spotted my confused look and then added, “That means no underwear, no panties and no bra.”
We all through on shorts, shirts and clogs and took off to check out the resort grounds. The resort was impressive it had two beaches one being clothing optional. There were many amenities, tennis, scuba, snorkeling, workout and spa facilities, and so on. Anything you wanted was available at the resort. There was always at least one bar open over the 24 hour period. Planned activities; toga party, reggae party and others were posted for the week.
We wandered over to the nude beach and nude Jacuzzi. I was not prepared to see totally nude people at the beach, topless yes but naked no. It took awhile but I did get used to the total nudity. Of course Joannie couldn’t wait to get her clothes off. She found a place for us to sit and slipped off her shorts and shirt. Jerry and Biff followed suit and then they all looked at me waiting for me to disrobe. I took off my shorts and shirt and joined them. Biff went up to the outside bar to get drinks for us. He got a few looks and smiles from both men and women checking out the meat hanging between his legs.
We had a couple of drinks and I got comfortable with my nudity. Joannie suggested that we check out the nude Jacuzzi so we walked over there without putting our clothes on. The Jacuzzi was huge it was more like a swimming pool. There were a few people in it but nothing going on. We donned our clothes and returned to our room to shower and get dressed for dinner.
The dinner was a wonderful buffet and the food was fresh and delicious. After dinner we went to one of the lounges for a nightcap. It was a pass the mike bar with a very good piano player. Many of the people there could sing very well and it was an enjoyable evening.
When we eventually returned to our room we undressed and got in our beds. Biff and I got in one bed with Joannie and my son in the other. Biff fucked me hard and quick bringing me to a number of orgasms before he flooded my pussy with cum. Jerry fucked Joannie and then she jumped in our bed. She maneuvered us into a 69 position so that we could suck cum out of each other’s pussy. As we ate each other Biff slipped his cock into my ass and Jerry put his in Joannie’s ass. They both fucked us until they came in our rectums.
I told them that I had enough so the three of them went back to Joannie’s bed and double fucked her. Biff fucked her pussy as Jerry fucked her ass again. Both Jerry and Biff even though they had the remarkable recuperative powers of youth still had their limits. Joannie on the other hand was insatiable. After they filled Joannie’s holes with more cum, Biff came back to my bed and we both fell asleep
DAY ONE AT THE RESORT
I learned what it was like to be fucked with a piss hard-on the next morning. Biff was rock hard and he slid his big dick into my pussy. He pounded my cunt until I couldn’t take anymore and I pleaded with him to stop after I had numerous orgasms. Biff rolled off of me and went to the bathroom to pee. When he came back he had me suck his cock until he came in my mouth. He fired a huge amount of cum in my mouth and I had a difficult time swallowing it as fast as it hit the back of my throat. I did manage to swallow most of it and then I scoped up the rest with my fingers and sucked them dry.
Jerry and Joannie were already in the shower where they fucked as well as bathed. Biff and I showered and dressed. Then the four of us went to breakfast. It was another buffet with delicious fresh food. After breakfast we returned to the room and planned our first day at the resort.
We decided to hang out at the nude beach and relax for the first day. All four of us grabbed some beach chairs, dropped our shirts and shorts and kicked back in the sun. The Jamaica sun is very hot so we applied plenty of sunscreen to our bodies. Shortly other people started to arrive at the nude beach and we took in all the nude forms and figures. Four girls sat close to us and they were very friendly. We learned that they were two lesbian couples and that they were rooming together as we were. Another married couple sat near us as well and as the conversations progressed Joannie and I found ourselves talking with the lesbians while Biff and Jerry talked with the couple.
Both parties were amazed at our situation that the bride, groom, best man and groom’s mother were rooming together and fucking each other. One of the lesbian girls, a cute little redhead named Rita, decided to go for a swim. Joannie offered to join her and they took off for the surf. I stayed and talked with the other three girls; a brunette named Naomi, a natural blond named Erin and a dark haired beauty called Jean. I looked at toward the ocean and saw that Rita and Joannie were in each others arms kissing each other.
“Well it looks as if they are getting along,” remarked Erin.
“Does that bother you,” I asked.
The girls laughed and Erin answered, “No not at all we are very open with our sexuality and we often get it on with other women.”
I just blushed and the girls smiled at my embarrassment. Just then Rita and Joannie returned to their chairs.
“Hey Marla, Rita invited us to join them in their room tonight for after dinner drinks,” Joannie announced. Then she asked, “Are you up for it.”
I hesitated and said, “I don’t know.”
The other girls chimed in and convinced us to come over saying it would be fun to get together. I agreed not knowing what the evening would bring.
“Hey Jerry,” Joannie yelled over to her husband, “Marla and I are going to hang out with these girls tonight.”
Biff replied for both Jerry and he, “That’s cool have a good time. Jerry and I may hang out with Jim and Barbara.”
Jim and Barbara the couple talking with Biff and Jerry looked over smiled and waved at us. They were a good looking couple both with brown hair and very fit. Jim had a medium build and an average looking size cock. Barbara had a cute body with small tits a tiny waist with a curvy ass and shapely legs. She was obviously taken with Biff’s physique and impressive cock.
The afternoon was uneventful but pleasant as we drank frozen drinks from the nude bar and all of us got to know one another better. We all got a lot of sun with occasional swims to break up the heat. Later we went back to shower, dress and dine. It was another fantastic spread of excellent food. After dinner we went back to our room.
In the room Joannie stripped off her dinner dress and donned her shorts and tee with out a bra or underwear. “Is that all you’re wearing to the girl’s party,” I gasped.
“Well it’s not like they haven’t seen me naked and once we are there these clothes won’t be on very long. We haven’t been invited over to listen to music,” she laughed.
So I followed suit and took off my dress and put on shorts and a tee as well. I amazed myself by getting ready to go to a lesbian party and probably an orgy with my daughter-in-law.
“What did you guys decide to do,” Joannie asked Jerry and Biff.
“Oh we are going over to Jim and Barb’s room. Barb has never been with three guys before so it should be interesting,” Biff answered.
“Sounds yummy,” quipped Joannie, “Have fun!”
We all left our room and proceed to our night’s destiny. Joannie couldn’t wait to explore these other female bodies and I was as nervous as I was on my first date.
Joannie and I arrived at the girl’s room and when we were let in buy a nude Rita we soon noticed that Naomi, Erin and Jean were also naked. I felt like Joannie and I were indeed over dressed. Joannie immediately took off her shorts and tee and tossed them aside. All five girls now looked at me waiting for me to disrobe. I followed Joannie’s lead and took off my shorts and tee and tossed them on top of Joannie’s clothes.
I took a good look at the naked girls and each was beautiful in her own way. Erin was a beautiful girl with long straight blond hair, small pert like tits, gorgeous legs and a perfectly round bubble butt. Her body was completely golden tan. Rita was a very pretty redhead with medium firm breasts, shapely hips and ass. Naomi had more the Latin look, dark hair and eyes, olive skin and a very shapely 36-22-36 body. Jean was a Natalie Wood like brunette. All of them kept their pussy hair well trimmed into cute little tufts and they were all very fit from hours of fitness training.
Naomi and Jean approached me and told not to be so shy. Erin & Rita led Joannie over to one of the beds and sat down on the edge of it with a girl on either side of Joannie. Naomi and Jean led me over to the other bed and we sat facing Joannie, Erin and Rita. Naomi and Jean sat close to me so that our bodies were touching and I noticed that Erin and Rita did the same with Joannie.
The girls started with small talk that quickly turned to sex. They shared with us their disappointments with sex in their lives and how they got together. But they really wanted to hear our story because they were fascinated with the fact that we were mother and daughter-in-law and honeymooning with my son and his best man. They loved hearing about my seduction and my first time with Joannie.
“That is so hot,” said Rita as she and Erin moved their hands over Joannie’s body.
“So have you experimented with toys or dildos yet?” asked Naomi. Then she and Jean moved even closer to me and began to move their hands over my breasts and thighs.
“Goodness no, I am still getting used to the foursome arrangement,” I replied nervously but turned on by the caressing of my body.
The Joannie chimed in, “No we haven’t used any fake cocks yet just Biff’s and Jerry’s cocks so far.”
“Well we have some surprises for you later but first things first,” said Naomi as she and Jean gently pushed me back on the bed.
Erin and Rita also pushed Joannie back on the other bed and Rita got between Joannie’s legs as Erin mounted Joannie’s face. Joannie wasted no time in cupping Erin’s hot ass and plunging her tongue deep into her pussy. Then they disappeared from view as Jean straddled my face and offered her pussy to me just as Naomi slid between my legs and began to eat my cunt. Naomi probed my pussy with her fingers as she sucked on my clit. She then lifted my legs on her shoulders exposing my ass and my little aperture. Naomi then began to lick my bung hole and tickled it with her tongue. She had a long thin tongue that probed deeply into my ass as she continued to finger fuck my pussy. I knew I was going to cum soon so I picked up my pace eating Jean’s pussy. Jean held herself open for me so that I could easily nibble on her clit, she was going wild. I could only imagine that the same thing was going on in the other bed. I ate Jean’s pussy as if I had been doing it my whole life.
“She is a natural,” proclaimed Jean and then yelled, “Oh this is going to be a quick one.”
Jean humped herself on my mouth and came in buckets all over my face triggering my own orgasm as I squirted cum onto Naomi’s face. Naomi sucked me dry as if she didn’t want to miss a drop.
“She is a real squirter,” Naomi announced as he moved up the bed to straddle my face and then said, “Your turn.”
“A real live squirter oh let me at her,” Jean said excitedly and then covered my pussy with her mouth.
The actions were repeated this time with Naomi cumming on my face with me squirting my juice into Jean’s mouth. Only this time jean fingered my asshole the whole time as she ate me to climax. The three of us separated and sat on the bed watching Erin and Rita finished up with Joannie. Erin was riding Joannie’s face as Rita ate out Joannie’s pussy. Rita had something in Joannie’s ass and she was holding onto a string as she ate her. As Joannie started to cum, Rita pulled on the string and one by one a bead popped out of Joannie’s asshole. There were six beads in all and Joannie’s body jerked in spasm each time one of them cleared her sphincter intensifying her orgasm. Joannie moaned aloud into Erin’s cunt as Erin filled Joannie’s mouth with her juices. Erin collapsed on the bed next to Joannie and the two of them hugged and kissed one another.
I stared at the beads on the floor and Naomi smile and spoke, “They are called anal beads and they can really intensify one’s orgasm. It seems that I cum each time that a bead pops out of my ass. You can try them later if you want. We also have some other toys that you may like.”
Naomi got up and went over to a bag in the corner of the room where she retrieved six dildos four strap-on dildos and a couple of two headed dildos that had to be 18″ to 20″ long with a fake set of balls in the center. Naomi strapped on one dildo that was almost as big as Biff’s cock. Jean, Rita and Erin strapped on the other ones that were about the same size. Jean lay on her back and Naomi had me straddle the dildo and lower my pussy on it. Naomi then greased up my asshole and her strap-on. Naomi pushed the fake cock all the way into my asshole and then she and Jean began to fuck my brains out. I looked over and so that Erin and Rita were double fucking Joannie on the other bed. Erin was on her back playing with Joannie’s tits as she fucked her pussy. Rita was pounding away at Joannie’s ass with the entire dildo buried in her chute. Joannie was moaning and screaming for the girls to fuck her hard.
I came and came from the ferocious pounding of my pussy and my ass. I pleaded with Naomi and Jean to let me rest for awhile. Not in my wildest dreams would I have ever expected to be in a room with five beautiful girls fucking our brains out. I watched as Jean walked over to the other bed and presented her fake cock covered with my cunt juice to Joannie’s mouth. Joannie sucked it right in her mouth as she continued to be fucked by Erin and Rita in her pussy and ass. It was an incredibly erotic sight.
The strap-on dildos had little nubs on the end that massaged the pussy of the girl wearing one. So Erin, Rita and Jean were being stimulated by the action of Joannie’s body as they triple fucked her. Soon all four of them were cumming again and then they collapsed in a heap on the bed.
“Very nice show girls,” said Naomi as she sat next to me and caressed my breasts.
We all needed a break so Naomi served some wine and we kicked back for awhile. I could not believe how comfortable I was with my nudity and my sexuality with these girls that we had just met this afternoon. After the wine we returned to the orgy and fucked each other well into the early morning hours. We tried a number of positions and penetrations with the dildos.
Erin and Rita lay on their sides fucking me in the ass and pussy with the strap-on cocks. Naomi and Jean did the same to Joannie but Jean had a double dildo in her ass with the other end in Rita’s ass. The six of us were coupled together by the fake cocks. Later Joannie and I were placed on all fours with our butts touching. Naomi inserted one of the double headed dildos in my pussy and the other end in Joannie’s pussy. Then she placed the second double dildo in my ass and the other end in Joannie’s ass. Joannie and I fucked each other as the girls had us eat their pussies. We both ate all four of them as we double fucked each other with the fake cocks. As Joannie and I were eating two of the girls the other two would kneel beside us to play with our tits and diddle our clits. Joannie and I had mind blowing orgasms and I knew I was done for the night.
Joannie and I put on our shorts and tees and said goodnight to the girls kissing them all tenderly and thanking them for a marvelous experience. We returned to our room to find that Biff and Jerry were still out. We took off our clothes and climbed in the same bed naked together. Joannie snuggled up to me pressing her ass into my loins and I draped an arm over her gently holding on to one of her breasts and we fell into a deep sleep.
THE MORNING AFTER
I woke up slowly the next morning with Joannie next to me in the same position that we fell asleep in. I gently removed my arm from her and rolled over to see what time it was. It was 11:00 AM and we had definitely missed breakfast. As I glanced over at the other bed I saw Fred on his side facing me with Biff behind him. Fred’s face was grimacing and I realized that Biff was fucking him in the ass. They were trying to be quiet as Biff fucked him and Jerry jerked on his own cock. I saw Jerry’s load spurt into the bed linens and I assumed that Biff had just filled his ass with cum.
I thought to myself, “Does that guy ever get tired of fucking?”
Joannie stirred and Biff noticed that we were waking up and spoke, “Well the sleepy heads are awake. Let’s get showered and dressed and go to lunch, we already missed breakfast.”
Over lunch we talked about our escapades of the night before. Jerry and Biff were really turned on by our story with the lesbian girls. Biff and Jerry told us how they fucked the daylights out of Barbara.
Jerry said, “I got to fuck her first, then her husband and then Biff. Barbara went wild with Biff’s cock in her and she kept cumming and cumming until Biff flooded her cunt with his seed. God did she ever get off she was a wild one.”
Jerry continued, “Then I got to fuck my first virgin ass. We put Barbara on all fours and I fucked her ass while she sucked Biff’s cock. It was Barbara’s first ass fuck and my smaller cock was perfect to break her in. God was she ever tight. After I came in her ass her husband Jim then fucked her ass.”
Biff chimed in, “Yeah he had never fucked her ass before and had been dying to get into her poop chute for years. Jerry’s loosening her up made it easier for both Jim and Barbara to get his cock in her bung hole. Barbara kept on sucking my cock as her husband pounded her ass.”
Biff went on, “Jim fucked her ass until he shot his load into her. Barbara collapsed on the floor with cum bubbling up out of her asshole, she really looked hot.”
Jerry then picked up the story, “Her husband decided that he wanted to see her take three cocks at the same time. So Biff lay on his back and Barbara mounted him lowering her pussy on his big dick and I shoved my cock back in her ass. Her husband had her suck his dick so he could see all the action.”
Biff added, “I reached up and played with her tits as the three of us fucked her silly. She has the hardest and longest nipples when she is turned on. She loves to have her nubs tweaked or sucked when she fucking.”
Jerry jumped back in, “Man was it ever tight fucking her ass with Biff’s cock in her pussy. I could feel his big cock on the other side of her membrane. My cock was rubbing up against his cock through her wall. God that was so hot I shot my wad immediately.”
“Jim was so turned on by the action that he came quickly too,” Biff added and then he told us, “Barbara was out of control as she humped herself on my cock. I really thought she was going to injure herself as she pounded my cock in her pussy. Her orgasm was really intense as her whole body shook with tremors and then she collapsed on top of me.”
Biff went on, “She eventually rolled off of me and lay face down on the floor. She looked erotic with her cute bubble butt sticking up in the air slightly with cum trickling out of her asshole. I didn’t cum in the last session and I decided that I had to have her ass. I lifted her body by the hips so that I could fuck her ass. She seemed almost lifeless and out of it as I eased my cock into her ass.”
Jerry excitedly jumped in and said, “Oh man you should have seen her expression when she felt that ass buster. Her eyes got wide and she looked scared when Biff started to fuck her ass.”
“I took it easy with her and I fed it to her a little at a time so as not to hurt her,” Biff told us. “She started screaming for me to stop that I was too big but her husband Jim told me to fuck her ass and give it to her good and hard. I finally had my cock all the way in and she was still whimpering when I started to fuck her. She gradually loosened up a little but was still very tight. Her husband was cheering me on telling me to fuck her ass and to cum in her ass. It didn’t take to long with her tightness and the mood in the room for me to cum. I shot a pretty big load in her rectum and then her anal muscles massaged my cock and drained me.”
“I could hear his cock pop out of her ass then she collapsed on the floor,” Jerry added. “As she laid there her ass looked like a fountain with cum bubbling up from her hole,” he laughed.
After listening to their story I said, “That poor girl what must she be thinking this morning and her body must be aching.”
“Oh come off it Marla it’s not like anything that we haven’t been through,” mocked Joannie. “She’ll be fine and soon she will be fucking anything and everything the way we do. She’s just a slut like the rest of us.”
“I hate the word slut. How is it when you guys sleep around you’re called studs and when we sleep around we’re called sluts?” I questioned.
Biff answered, “Well for so many years it was the men making the rules, so I guess that’s where it came from.”
“Well at least you’re honest,” I admitted.
“All this talk has made me horny, let’s go back to the room,” Joannie said laughingly.
“When are you not horny?” we all said almost together and laughed.
We went back to our room to change and hit the nude beach again uncertain what this day had in store for us.
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My brother, His wife & Me.

Sana is not a moaner. She’s more of a screamer, and never the least bit hesitant to let the whole block know it when she’s having a climax. The next door neighbors know exactly how many orgasms she’s had the night before. Some of the women don’t like it. Some do because it seems to make their own husbands more interested. Of course they’re mostly interested in Sana. But since they can’t have her they take out their lust on their happy wives.
Salman is my twin brother. Most girls find him attractive, even now that he’s married. He’s six foot tall, dark, handsome and twenty-eight. He’s fourty minutes older than me. But we’re not identical twins. I’m much better looking. And Sana is such a knockout you wonder what she’d see in either of us. Then again, there’s probably not a man in the world that could match up to her looks. And by the way, did I tell you she’s also unbelievably sexy?
You wonder why such a sex goddess would let herself be tied down to one man. And perhaps the wrong man at that, since we all know she fell in love with me first. But I have this allergy to the word marriage. I don’t ever intend to let myself be tied down to one woman, even the most beautiful Helen the world had ever seen. Anyway, Salman was madly in love with her so why should I break my promise to myself and make life miserable for all three of us? Actually, maybe I’ll get married in my fourties, to some gorgeous twenty year old. We’ll wait and see on that one.
Some men get married because they get fucked more regularly. Some get married because they’re actually in love. Salman had both reasons. He knows, of course, that Sana had many lovers before him, including his baby brother. And he knows that she often strays maybe just to see if the equipment still functions as well in different environments. But she remains faithful in the ways that matter to him. Like me Sana has too much love inside her to confine it to just one person of the opposite sex. With Salman she’s found the perfect situation, a man she can be happily married to while still having all the sex on the side she wants. And she keeps Salman’s pecker so happy that I don’t think he even wants to look at other women. God. When I’m within a hundred miles of her I can’t think about other women either. Which is why I’ve stayed away for two years since their marriage. If I lived in Brazil, we’d collapse into a three way marriage, with Sana perhaps dropping one of her extra lovers to make time for me. Or maybe not. She seems to be able to satisfy some large undetermined number of male erections completely.
If I stayed in Brazil I’d just become her second husband instead of remaining the “Playboy of Europe”. OK, maybe I’m not rich enough to rate “Playboy”, the kind they write about in the papers. But at twenty-eight I’m probably a lot more of a stud then the rich old farts. Girls hang around me because they want my prick, not my money. Fortunately I do have enough money so that I don’t have to waste my life making it. Which leaves me 24/7 for making love. It was hard leaving my little self supporting Harem in France to come to Brazil. The girls even promised to stay together, keep house and not fly off to their respective countries of orgin as long as I didn’t stay away too long. Anyway, most of them had carreer jobs which kept them happy and out of my hair during much of the day.
Seven is really too much for any man, even me. I hadn’t wanted that many full time lovers. But one thing led to another as it usually does. In most cases, the last four in particular, a girl friend from back home wanted to visit one of my girls, and naturally needed a place to stay. The house has plenty of space. Sometimes they go home after a while. But they always want to sample the resident stud first. Four of them never left. Three was managable, seven isn’t. I encourage them to get jobs not because we need money but because it lets them do something with their excess time. I’m not a possessive man. I have more than I can handle. But I do have this rule that any girl who wants to live with me doesn’t fuck guys outside of my house. They can fuck each other or friends I bring home. I’m concerned about health issues. But it makes the girls pretty horny and puts this demand on my time.
After two years I finally gave in to Sana and Salman’s repeated invitations, with a definite return date set. I’d even bought a round trip ticket. I knew how easy it would be to fall into Sana’s spell and I wanted my exit strategy planned before letting my dick come anywhere near the minx. So with everything set, I got on the plane dreaming about the nicest pussy on seven continents. I normally satisfy seven girls. Yet Sana could more than satisfy me, probably seven of me. I’m not exaggering when I say she’s sexy.
I could write a lot about this visit. Salman and I fucked the shit out of her several times a day. She likes DP. Loves it I think. I don’t know who was in her ass more but mostly we switch places frequently. You can’t say things about Sana like “she loves anal” because she loves everything with more ethusiasm than other women like anything. Mostly it seems like she loves whatever you love. But the minute you start getting repetitive she comes up with a suggestion that blows your socks off. And suddenly you discover some new thing you love! Every day, usually twice a day, she’d leave Salman and I wiped out, and go see some of her other lovers. I don’t know if she really needs that much sex or just feels compassion for all these men who can’t live without her. Four years earlier she was probably just as sexy. But I don’t think she had this well established a pool of available erections she felt she had to service. I think married life has proved very good for her sex life! Anyway, it was that time four years ago that I want to talk about, not this icredible sex vacation I had last month.
Four years ago I was twenty-four, just getting the feel of Europe. Salman was still living in the states actually trying to earn money instead of just enjoying it. With the money dad had left us, this was sort of a hobby with him. So he meets this girl a few years younger, who’d moved from Italy to try her hand, or I should say pussy, in the porn movie industry. Porn is of better quality in France and England, but there’s a lot of cheap stuff coming out of California and almost nothing happening in Italy. To get in front of the cameras the easiest place to do it is West Coast USA. You won’t get paid much and probably won’t become a star, even in porn. But if getting naked in front of some cameras and a lot of people, then spreading your thighs so this specimen of a cock can abuse your orifices, then your best chance to fulfill your dream is in Hollywood. Or nearby since the low budget outfits usually move further out where they can rent an empty house a lot cheaper than a real sound stage. The furniture you see is usually cheap or rented or both.
Sana tells us she always had the right attitude. But about a year in the business and hanging around with these people refined her knowledge and flexibility. After a while it got boring so she decided to find a rich husband. She decided Salman was a good compromise, rich enough and much younger than she’d expected. Sana hadn’t told him she’d been a porn star. She would have been lying anyway. She’d gotten fucked plenty of times by plenty of big studs. But she’d never even rated the title starlet. I think the problem was that she was just too good looking. She looks like the type of female you want to worship. It’s hard to imagine the goddess would actual consent to have sex with you. Maybe I’m not being objective. After having my dick inside her I know how wonderful that feels. But the male’s pleasure isn’t that obvious or interesting to the audience. The other reason Sana probably didn’t make it big was, I think, because she was having too much fun. Rather than fight for better billings she was content to just accept the sex she was getting. The producers know that many of the girls can be had for almost nothing as long as you let them get fucked good. So why should they offer these girls any more?
She’d been East for several months living off modest savings, establishing new ties independent of the porn industry, making herself look like an Italian debutante which she sort of was if you ignore that year in LA. She met Salman through a friend of a friend, a very respectable introduction. It was lust at first sight for both of them, and for Salman, love about a minute later. Her good girl act was not only unnecessary but also much too successful. Salman wanted her in the worst way and was more than willing to make it official first if that’s what it was going to take to get her into his bed. Sana couldn’t believe a man wouldn’t fuck her the minute she indicated it would be less than rape. She was wondering if this man who seemed so infatuated with her wasn’t also gay. Maybe he just wanted an attractive wife, not a sex partner. Maybe she should go check out some of the less attractive, older men who were obviously horny.
And then yours truely, the hero, stepped into the picture.
I’d showed up about a week after he started courting Sana. What a silly, old fashioned term. Salman was about the only man in the 21st century “courting” anyone, and Sana was getting tired of it. I didn’t care about their relationship. For me it was lust at first sight and second and forever. I suppose I also love Sana. She’s a nice person and easy to love. But what gets my dick going is her incredible body and matching attitude. Of course her attitude was being hidden, at least from Salman. Moan was starting to let it show a bit, intentionally, but he’d already been blinded by first impressions.
The truth is I didn’t know they hadn’t had sex yet. I couldn’t have even imagined my horny brother not fucking her the minute she said ok, which her body language obviously did. It was almost enough to make me change my marriage status. But I was safe there. There is only one Sana and my brother had her. Oh so I thought. I never dreamed she was about to leave off this hopeless non-affair. When I walked in the TV room there was no light on other than the screen. I could see her beautiful features in the blue light. Without thought I stood behind her looking down at her beauty. She kept watching the TV and I mistakenly assumed that a man’s presence was of little importance to her. She must assume I’m Salman because she wasn’t turning around. I moved foward against her so that the back of her head pressed against my stomach. I put my hands on her shoulder, then slid them down the front of her blouse, cupping her breasts. Her bra was so sheer that I could feel her nipples through both layers. She closed her eyes in pleasure waiting for me to do whatever else I wanted. Obviously she and Salman were intimate as one would expect.
Her closed eyes gave me an inspiration. I leaned over her, reached the remote, and turned off the TV, instantly plunging the room into complete darkness. I pressed the vision of loveliness, now invisible, down on the couch indicating that I wanted her in a horizontal position. It took me a few seconds to make my way around the back of the couch, loosing some of my clothes in the process. When I got into position by feel I reached down trying to find her and encountered a hip, naked. With this orientation I knew where to find her tits. They too were naked. Holy shit! She’d removed every stitch of clothing in the time I undid my belt. This was too good to be true. I knew my voice sounded much like Salman’s and I was only a few inches taller. I decided I’d talk as little as possible and try to keep up the masquerade as long as possible, getting as far as possible into this devine and very sexy goddess. Now that I knew she was already naked, I quickly took off the rest of my clothes.
Shit, Salman must be getting the best fucking a man ever got!
She moved under me and into me like the godess of sex she was. Sana’s vagina was unimaginably sweet feeling. We didn’t do any foreplay there in the dark. I just suddenly felt this inviting depression feeling around for my erection and suddenly it had me, and almost immediately had me well inside her, fully inside her. Like a goddess, Sana can be any woman. She can accomodate any size man. A tiny man will find her hole small and exciting. A large man like me will find it barely adaquate and exciting. The largest man in the world will find it twice as big and deep and still barely adaquate and very exciting. Somehow her throat and anus work the same way. It’s not possible. It’s just magic. One time Salman and I double fucked her vagina. A few minutes later, my next time alone in there in that place that’s heaven on earth, she felt just as tight. In other words, barely big enough and very exciting.
“Oh god you feel good. I’ve wanted so much to feel you inside me.”
Christ? She must know it’s me and not Salman! Yet she wants me anyhow. What a hot chick! I’ve always wanted a girl who could be loyal without having to be monogomous. After all, you can’t DP your girlfriend if she won’t do it with another guy. Salman had apparently found a dream girl in spirt as well as looks.
“I’ve wanted you all week!”
Holy shit! She still thinks I’m Salman. I only met her an hour ago. But that means my stupid brother doesn’t know what he’s missing. Well, at least one boy in the family was going to take full advantage of what this girl was offering. I began fucking her as hard as I could, not trying to pretend I was Salman or me. Not trying to pretend anything. This was real, the best fuck since they invented bisexual species!
I was wrong, of course. No man could take full advantage of what Sana has to offer in one session. Salman’s been fucking her almost continuously for about four years and can only guess how much more she has to offer. The surprises are still coming in.
Sana doesn’t have to lose control to become the wanton slut that most women never quite become even for a few seconds during orgasm. But when sex gets this good I’m over the hill. I felt myself hammering away inside her. I would have been fucking the goddamn pillow I was so excited, just smelling her. But Sana always made sure she got the benifit of my efforts. What a way to fuck. Sana’s first orgasm hurt my eardrums. I’d never had a girl scream at the top of her lungs right next to my head. Not that I wanted her to stop. Some pains are pure pleasure. But it did let everyone in the house know that some female was getting screwed and really, really liking it. The catering people who were cleaning up, probably acted like there was nothing happening. The remaining guests allowed some snickering, and Salman decided he should investigate, since it was his house. He quickly realized that Sana and I were the two not accounted for. So bro waited outside patiently, letting me have my climax and Sana about three more, before entering and turning on the lights.
“Oh!” she said calmly acknowledging that she now realized the cume in her pussy wasn’t Salman’s. Sana leaned up into an almost sitting position, turned toward the door to see who had entered, and smiled at Salman. My dick was still stuck inside her giving her the last of my seed. Sana seemed in no hurry to let me extract myself, nor did I want to, even with Salman standing there. I felt her cunt give me several playful and very erotic tweaks. I now knew there actually was a woman who could do this.
And then she said to him:
“If you’re anywhere near as good at this as your brother I hope you hurry up and propose to me. I can hardly wait. But do we have to wait until we’re married?”

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This is an expert from Blood Ties Book Four: All Souls’ Night by Jennifer Armintrout.
The way he moved, Ziggy was almost a hundred percent sure Bill was going to slug him. He even let go of his arm and stepped back defensively, because the last thing he needed was a broken nose and to have to fight a drunk human. Not to mention the fact it would make him seem more monstrous in Bill’s eyes.
But he didn’t hit him. He grabbed him, a hand on each shoulder, and pulled him up hard against him. Bill’s mouth touched his, just a little touch, and it felt like electricity running through his entire body. And then he had no willpower. He should have. He wasn’t the one who was drunk and had some weird prejudice against vampires. If this went too far, Bill would regret it, and that would make Ziggy regret it, but he just couldn’t make himself care.
Bill’s hands slid under Ziggy’s shirt, the warmth of human skin a shock to his chilled flesh. “You’re freezing,” Bill said, his voice half-muffled by the proximity of his lips to Ziggy’s, and Ziggy couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m dead,” he whispered back, and then wished he hadn’t said that. Bill didn’t like that he was a vampire, that much was clear. No need to remind him, when he was so close and it felt so good to be pressed against him.
I’m just not going to think anymore, Ziggy decided, smothered under another of Bill’s kisses. He ached to be touched, not in a way that only seemed gentle, but in a way that was gentle, with no threat of pain to follow. Or, if it was rough, roughness for its own sake, not because he was a plaything to be dominated or tortured for someone else’s amusement.
He wanted to be treated like a person. It had been a while since he had been.
Bill’s hands slid under his T-shirt again, lifting the fabric up. ZIggy broke the connection of their mouths and put his hand out to stop him. “What if Carrie or Max comes in here?”
“What if?” Bill retorted drunkenly, and when his mouth descended again, sliding from lips to jaw to neck, Ziggy really couldn’t argue with his logic. Hell, if the Pope walked in right now, Ziggy wouldn’t care. He leaned back, feeling the bite of the counter in the small of his back, and pulled his T-shirt off. Bill mercifully skipped past the physical inspection, that moment that always left Ziggy to mentally narrate all the flaws the other guy was finding with him like the fact he didn’t have washboard abs– hell, any visible abs– and he’d never grown more than a few chest hairs. Whether Bill was too drunk to care or he really just didn’t care, either way, Ziggy was glad when, once he’d whipped his own shirt over his head, Bill reached for him again, pushing him a little awkwardly to lean against the refrigerator door. The cold, smooth surface hitting his back coincided with the hot skin of Bill’s chest meeting his, and Ziggy shuddered at the contrast.
Bill dipped his head to kiss Ziggy’s left collarbone, hands locked firmly on his hips through the flannel sleep pants. He gave the fabric a short, experimental tug as he stooped to spread more kisses over his chest, then paused, looking up with such a serious expression that Ziggy was sure rejection was about to follow. Instead, Bill said a little nervously, “You’ve done this before, right?”
Ziggy smiled down at him, unable to work up even a little sarcasm for a guy as nice as Bill. “Yeah. You’re not being a creepy old man, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“No. it’s not that, it’s just…” Bill laughed and bent his head, nibbling and sucking a little trail to the waistband of the pants before he finally pulled then down. Ziggy’s cock, hard to bursting, leaped at the first touch of Bill’s hand and his warm, hesitant breath. “You got a condom on you?”
Oh, shit, Ziggy thought, then remembered with a mental palm to his forehead that he wasn’t some human teenager anymore. He cleared his throat and tried not to sound like “that guy” when he said, “No, it’s cool. I’m dead. No diseases.”
Bill didn’t respond. ZIggy saw the muscles of his back tighten up a little, as though he would push away and call the whole thing off, and then, in a moment like an electric shock, Bill slid his mouth over Ziggy’s cock and sucked him in, as far as he would go.
The proper response was probably something like “Jesus” or “God yes,” but all that came out was a strangled noise. Ziggy’s hands curled into fists and one of them pounded backward against the gleaming steel face of the refrigerator as white-hot neurons fired jolts of pleasure through his brain. The hot wet of Bill’s mouth, the finger digging into his thighs and the palm cupping his balls, every pleasure-feeling nerve in his body seemed right there, right wherever Bill touched him. And there was no fear or pain, no thought that now he would draw back and sink his fangs into his thigh or more sensitive places. Everything felt good. Beyond good. Fucking incredible.
Too fucking incredible, after a few short minutes. “Hey, stop, stop,” Ziggy gasped, planting his hands on top of Bill’s sandy-blond hair to push him away. “I’m sorry, I was just really close there for a second.”
“That’s kind of the point,” Bill said, standing to kiss him. To clear his head– and to get his mind off his hyper aroused dick pressed between then– Ziggy reached for the fly of Bill’s jeans and tugged the button open. He slid a hand inside and found his cock, hard and eager and weeping a drop of silky fluid.
“Commando, huh?” Ziggy mumbled against Bill’s neck, sliding his fist up and down. Bill trembled against him, and Ziggy smiled against the shell of his ear, flicking his tongue out to trace it.
“I want to fuck you,” Bill groaned, thrusting against his hand. “Can I?”
His hand stilling on the thick, hot flesh under his palm, Ziggy considered. It didn’t take much to sway his decision, just the steady pulse beneath his fingers. “Yeah.” His breath caught in his throat as Bill traced his lower lip with his thumb. “Oh, definitely.”
“Turn around,” Bill said, his voice low and rough as the gin they’d drunk. Ziggy complied, kicking the pajamas aside. He braced his hands on the counter, his sudden vulnerability a little frightening. Bill’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, then stroked down over the plane of his back, returning to repeat the motion again and again, pulling shivers from his spine.
He’d felt secure before now, but it went against every fiber in his body that he would turn his back– his naked back, at that– to a stranger. Jacob had done it to him before, to test him. He’d stripped him, made him kneel, made him wait. And then, when he’d just begun to let down his guard, the last had fallen over his back.
The memory made his knees buckle, and he hoped Bil thought it was a reaction to what he was doing, not an emotional scar. That was the last thing Ziggy needed, to miss out on some really hot sex in order to explain his mental dysfunction.
To take his mind off things, he reached for one of Bill’s hand, pulled it to his mouth and sucked the thumb in. Bill groaned and pressed against him, full body contact, and Ziggy wondered when exactly he’d gotten rid of his jeans. He pressed back against him, just to be antagonistic, and Bill pulled his hand back, tracing the fingers down Ziggy’s spine, to the small of his back, the line of his tailbone and farther.
“You get right to the point, huh?” Ziggy gasped as Bill’s thumb, still wet with saliva, pressed inside. Had anything ever felt this good with someone else? A pang seized him at the thought that, when all was said and done, he would still be the monster and Bill would still be afraid of him. And then it would be over. And this would be the big mistake that hung between them for the rest of the time they had to be around each other, until one of them found a tactful way to get the fuck out of Dodge.
Bill’s lips were against his neck, his cock nudging him from behind, and he whispered, “We might have a little problem.”
Ziggy tensed. This was the moment he could be the sober, responsible party. This was the moment he could easily save them both from the consequences of an ill-advised hookup.
Leaning forward, bringing his whole body into clumsy contact with Ziggy’s, Bill reached for something on the counter. He sounded much more cheerful, proud of himself, even, when he said, “Wait…never mind, we’re back in business.”
Ziggy half turned. “Back in–” His words were cut off by the shock of something cool and wet spilling onto the small of his back. After a split second of confusion he recognized the scent with a perverse thrill. “Is that… is that olive oil?”
“What, you wanted to do this the real rough, manly way?” Bill asked with a quiet laugh. Ziggy laughed with him, until Bill’s fingers, slippery with oil, slid down to press inside him. First two, then a third that took all the breath from him and buckled his knees with a jolt of pleasure that shot straight to his groin.
Pleasure that mixed with nervousness as Bill’s hand withdrew, replaced with the wide, firm tip of him.
“Is this okay?” he asked in a strained voice, and Ziggy had to admire his restraint. He took a deep breath and nodded, held that breath as the pressure increased, then gave over to stinging release when the head of Bill’s cock was finally inside of him.
There was pain. A dull burn that reminded him that Bill wasn’t a small guy, and all the benefits of that were soon to come. Bill asked if he was still okay with it, still wanted to take all of him, and Ziggy could only mumble something incoherent and impatient in response. Something half-begging, half-demanding, that made Bill chuckle hoarsely and push forward, and Ziggy squirmed back until he was more filled then he’d ever been before.
Then Bill began to move, and Ziggy wasn’t sure when he’d stopped supporting himself and started to just rely on Bill’s weight pinning him to the cabinets to keep him from falling. He reached down to touch himself and Bill’s oil-slick hand snaked around to get there first, grasping the base of Ziggy’s cock, jerking him off with firm tugs timed so that Ziggy didn’t know what he wanted more– to thrust into his fist or push back and hinder Bill’s withdrawal. He turned his head, mouth open, breathless, and Bill kissed him, his tongue moving in time with his hips.
When he broke away, it was to apologize. “I’m sorry, I can’t…” and a deep, throaty groan rolled over whatever else he was going to say as his body stiffened. His hand tightened, almost too hard, but he didn’t stop stroking as he came. Ziggy almost shouted at the feeling of Bill inside of him, the way his cock twitched as the warmth of his come spilled from him. And then he was coming, too, making a strangled half sob as his dick jerked in Bill’s hand.
Even if he was supposed to be the stronger creature, Ziggy’s legs were weak, so weak he had to lean on Bill after he’d withdrawn, and they both slid to the floor to get their breath.
Bill leaned against the base of the cabinets, his eyes closed. A single bead of sweat rolled down his temple and Ziggy had the weirdest urge to lick it away. In the name of not looking like a psycho, he restrained himself.
“Jesus,” Bill said when his breathing returned to normal. “That was…”
“Regrettable?” Ziggy supplied for him, wincing as he shifted on the cold linoleum.
Bill actually looked wounded. “I was going to say great. Obviously we didn’t just have the same experience.”

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TeH TrUe sToRy bEhInD FiSh dIsSeCtIoN: pArT TwO

ok obviously this is the next part to my series ” The True Story Behind Fish Dissection”. again, obviously this is part two. in my true stories, parts count as days; eg: part two= day two and in this story, Saturday/Sunday don’t count, because the setting is clearly at school

SaM’s Place – Chapter 08 of 15 Humiliation and Revenge

Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM’s very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM’s Club. The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own. In Chapter eight, Evelyn tells the fourth of ten tales to show her superiority as a true Mistress.

My gay life (part 1)

It all started when I was about 15. I was a mid sized boy, 5’7, and I was always very curious about my sexuality. Ever since I was younger I had always wondered what It would be like to have sex for the first time, whether it be with a boy or girl didnt quite matter to me. Though I was curious about sex, I thought that my penis was a little lacking in size at six inches, so I always thought I might have to be gay to get pleasure from sex.
When I was 15, I got curoius about homosexuality. For a while I thought it was a phase. I would try on my sisters clothing, thongs, heels, the works. I would use tampons I found on the floor and put them into my ass to see what it felt like. And soon I learned to use other methods to pleasure myself.
It was a friday afternoon, I was on the floor of my room, pants around my ankles, with an old electric toothbrush in hand. I placed it against my anus to feel the virations of the motor inside. The sensation made my body shake for joy. So I did what I normaly did, and grabbed my penis and started masturbating. The combination of vibrations from the toothbrush and my hand upon my rob made the cum in my balls build quickly. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, imagining that I was fucking a man with a large dick, filling my ass giving me the greatest pleasure imaginable. I felt near orgasm when I opened my eyes and looked out the door of my room to see my friend Mike standing their in awe of what was going on before his eyes.
Mike was my neighbor. We had been best friends for as long as I can remember. He was about my age, close to 6 feet tall, dirty blonde hair, very attractive to me. Because we had been such good friends, we had a policy where we could let ourselves into the others house without knocking because we thought it would save time.
After seeing him I immediately turned off the tooth brush and covered my nudity up. Me and him had always joked about gays so I thought he would probably make fun of me for what I was doing.
I stood up and turned my back to him and pulled up my pants as fast as I could. My hands were shaking so badly I was having trouble with the button to my jeans. I fidgeted some more when I felt Mike standing behind me, his hands on mine. He steadied my shaking hands and pressed his body against mine. I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my lower back.
I could feel his eyes boring through me, undressing me.
He spoke softly to me, “You know, Rob, its ok, what you were doing. Theres nothing wrong with wanting a little something for yourself.”
His voice made my heart melt. I had occasionaly fanasized about what it would be like to have sex with Mike, and the idea that it might happen now sprung a new life into my penis.
I turned around and pressed my body against Mikes, stradleing his right leg. The bulge in my pants was up again, ready for some more action.
Looking into his eyes, I said “Mike, would you?”
He looked down at me, I thought I saw love in his eyes, “I was waiting for you to ask.”
The next thing I know his pants and boxers are on the floor, my mouth wrapped around his eight inch dick. The taste, the smell, the feel. All of it made we want to go on like this forever. I licked, slurped, tugged, sucked, and just about everything else I had seen done to a cock in pornos. I could feel the tension in his balls. His dick started to spasm. He tried to pull away, but I grabbed his ass and he cumed right into my mouth, filling it with his delicious nectar. I had tasted my own cum before, but it paled in comparison to this. This taste was divine ambrosia, as if sent from god to give me pleasure.
Some cum dripped out of my mouth, some into my throat, I glazed his member with his juices, and swallowed watever was left.
I looked up at him and said simply, “Lubricant.”
He smiled at me a smile that melted my heart and made me fall in love with him.
He picked me up and laid me on the table. He kissed me, thrusting his tounge into my willing mouth. I had wanted this kiss so much that it hurt. He stripped me of my boxer and tee shirt, and placing his hand on my six-pack, he slowly worked his cock between my cheeks and into my will ass hole.
The sensation was amazing. I had to contain myself from screaming, but allowed myself a long moan as his member went fully into my rectum. He slowly humped in and out, driving me crazy with pleasure. And as soon as it was slick enough, he humped faster and harder against my ass. All I could do was moan and squeek as his cock filled my ass with pleasure. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. For that moment the connection that we shared that would last us years.
He had one hand on my left ass cheek and the other on my penis, slowly jerking it along with the rythm of his humps. I could tell he was ready to come again and I myself was on the verge. He held me close as he gave one final hump and exploded inside of me. At that very moment, my own stream of cum emerged, soaking his chest and abs.
He leaned against the wall and allowed me to lick my own cum off his body. I could feel semen dripping from my ass down my legs but I didnt care. I was in a state of bliss. I was no longer had my virginity, It was taken from me by my best friend.
We slid to the floor and made out for what seemed like hours. Soon after he looked me in the eyes and said that he loved me. I respnded the same, just as we heard my front door open and my father walk in from work.
We scrambled to put our clothes on and turned on my playstation, sat down and played for a while, until Mike had to go home for dinner.
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One night, Mike told me that his parents were working and his sister out with her boy friend so i could come over and hang out. We walked up stairs to his room, holding hands. I could tell what he was looking for by what he was wearing. He wore a white beater and boxer breifs, showing an attractive bulge at his crotch.
Now because we had such time for pleasure, I thought Id make it fun.
“Mike, you go into your room and get ready, Im going to get changed.”
Mike looked at me quizicaly and complied by walking to his room.
Once I was sure Mike couldnt see me, I walked into his sisters room. His sister was around my height and size, but two years ahead of us, a Junior in high school.
I knew she had some nice clothing because I had seen her wear it around. Immediately when I entered the room, I was greeted by the smell of girl. Perfume was in the air mixed with nail polish and other female products.
I decided that I should put on a show for Mike. I went to the closet and picked out a nice pair of blue heels that strapped to my feet. Amazingly enough they fit perfectly. I placed the shoes on the bed and went to her underwear droor and pulled out a small pair of baby blue shorts. They were tight on me but that only helped. The I pulled out a white tank top with spaghettie straps and put it on. The went to her make up desk and applied baby blue nail polish to finish it off. I wanted to look as attractive to Mike as I could.
After I assembled myself, I walked with grace into Mikes room and stood at the door way. He sat at his computer looking at porn slowly jerking his schlong. He turned to see me and his jaw hit the floor. He was completely speecheless.
He walked up to me, cupped my ass in his hands and carried me to his bed, our lips locked all the way there. He layed ne down and climbed atop me. He grabbed the shorts I was wearing and pulled them to my knees and rubbed my ass with vaseline.
He put his dick into my anus slowly but steadily, and began humping. There was something different about this fuck. There was love in his strokes. I could feel that he was realy in love with me. So I decided to give it back.
Every time he came in, I went up to meet him. We lied there humping each other for what seemed hours until I came, followed by him.
He rolled over onto his back and lie there naked on top of the covers. I crawled up next to him and place my and on his chest and head on his shoulder. There we lied, speechless of what had just happened. We drifted to sleep.
The next morning we had realised that we had slept naked with the door wide open. Lukily his parents pulled all nighters at work and his sister was too wasted to notice. But still, after that close call, we decided to play it safe from then on.

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The Storm (Part IV)

Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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Sibling Tussle

Aaron and Christina are home alone watching old videos when they decide to make one of their own.

Our Story

The story, though tweaked, is still very much true. This is the first chapter or ‘Our Story’. This is told solely from my perspective as I am writing it. Also, this is my first story… ever.

Lucy’s Tale (Part 10 – Final Part)

Part Ten
OK let’s get this straight. I am a teenager and like most teenagers, I have told my Mum lies over the years. Never anything big, but lies nonetheless. This was something completely different. Mum and the ‘rapist’ arrived home just after 7pm. I couldn’t even look him in the eye.
One of the first things Mum said to me made me feel sick to my soul. She said how delighted she was that I had asked John if I could call him Dad from now on. The little tear of happiness in the corner of her eye told me how little she really knew of the man, but as I have learned since, the fear of the victims always prevents them from revealing the truth to those who are closest to them. I was no different.
John stayed busy in the kitchen, obviously keeping an ear open to the conversation and I told Mum that it was only right. Then Mum went on about how good a guy he was and something in that sentence made me flip. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach yet managed to force a smile. I had to get away from this conversation and said I was going to go and get changed for a swim before it went dark. Mike had made his excuses as soon as they had got home and had been performing long, languid strokes up and down the pool. I made my way through the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with John and made my way to my room.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and started to dig through my case for my dry bikini. I heard footsteps on the stairs and panic filled me instantly. I pulled on the bottoms quickly and then as I tried to put on the top, the cords were all tangled and my frustration was making it impossible to sort it out. I felt my heart beating faster and I saw the handle moving on my door so I covered my boobs with my hands and called out, ‘I’m not decent!’
The door opened anyway and John strolled in.
‘Please Daddy, I don’t want Mum to catch us alone like this!’ I pleaded, hoping my politeness would help.
‘It’s OK Lucy, I just wanted to check up on you!’ he said in a whisper as he brushed my hands aside and squeezed my nipples roughly. I stifled my yelp with my hand and watched him fish out his hard cock from his shorts.
‘Not here Daddy, please! Not now!’
John, pushed me down to my knees and just looked at me and nodded at his huge tool. I knew I was beaten and opened my mouth and he instantly pushed it in deep. I began a flicking of my tongue on the head and under the shaft and John, knowing he had to be quick, began wanking himself furiously, his clenched hand punching into my face every few strokes. He didn’t care and kept the pressure on the back of my head to keep me impaled.
This didn’t last long and I heard his breathing change and I expected the blasts of come to squirt any second but at the last minute, he pulled away and aimed his shots at my face and chest. All five heavy shots covered my skin and he just laughed at my spunk splattered body.
‘Now clean it up you little whore!’ he spat
I reached for my towel and he slapped it out of my hand, ‘Don’t fucking waste it! Eat it! Eat it all!’
‘Sorry Daddy!’ I said, stifling my fear and tears. I began to scoop up the mess and placed it in my mouth and swallowed. John put his cock back in his pants as he watched and only when it was all gone did he turn and leave the room without a word. I took a wet-wipe from my make-up bag and wiped off the remaining mess, checking myself in the mirror for any that might be in my hair. I then put on my bikini top and made sure I adjusted it to cover the red welt left by John’s rough fingers and walked downstairs. John had his back to me in the kitchen and my eyes wanders to the knife block which sat close to him on the kitchen surface. Could I make it to the knife block before he turned around? Would I be able to stab someone? If I missed, or didn’t manage to kill him, what would he do? I realised I had stopped still, staring, when John turned round. His voice, because Mum was in earshot, was his usual bouncy, friendly, ‘Best Dad in the world’ voice.
‘Hey Lucy, what’s up honey? You Hungry? Food will be done in twenty minutes so enjoy your swim and I’ll call you when it’s ready ok?’
I stared at him, stone cold and emotionless. I turned to the door and faking my best bouncy voice and wanting to be sick, I called, ‘OK thanks Dad!’ I then trotted past Mum and dived into the pool and swam straight to Mike. As I surfaced, I knew the music from the radio in the kitchen would drown out my words with Mike. He could see I was sobbing as I came up and I could see his pain at not being able to hold me. Through my sobs, I told him what had just happened and that I couldn’t take any more. He tried to calm me a little so I told him about my staring at the knives and wanting to kill him right there. We both had a half smile at that but we also knew that neither of us were killers!
To anyone watching us, we just looked like we were stood in the pool chatting to each other, but we were softly holding hands, my back to the house, Mike keeping an eye out as we spoke.
‘Do you trust me?’ Mike asked earnestly
‘Totally!’ I responded instantly, ‘I love you too! For the record!’ I added with as sweet a smile as I could muster.
‘Look Lucy, I have been doing some thinking and …. and well … I think I have a plan! But we have to play this out for at least a day while I can set it up. He may ….. he may rape us again in the meantime though, but I promise, if my plan doesn’t work, we will disappear. I have enough money to look after us for a while at least. Are you OK with that? Can you be strong for me?’
‘What’s the plan?’
Mike looked solemn, ‘I don’t want to tell you the plan yet. I think it will be better if you don’t know! Please trust me on this one! OK?’
I knew from his face that Mike was deadly serious and I sensed that his plan was quite devious, possibly dangerous, so I just nodded and blew him a kiss. Under the water, he squeezed my hand, just as John called us for dinner. As we made our way out of the water, we both muttered that eating was going to be pretty tough. Food was the last thing on our minds right now!
I wanted to retch with every piece of food I swallowed but I ate as much as I could. The sadness in my soul was almost overwhelming and holding my sobs at bay was all I could think of. As soon as the food and painful small talk was finished, I made my excuses and went to sit by the pool in the fading light with my book. I stared at the words on the page, my back to my family, now unable to stop myself from crying. The more I thought about this whole situation, the less I saw an answer. Mike said we may have to endure John’s demands again but the pains in my lower body made me wonder how I could. I was 16 and would have welcomed death right now as an alternative.
I managed to calm myself down a little, knowing that Mum would surely come over at some point and I tried to lose myself in the novel I was reading. It didn’t really work because visions of John trying to choke me with his cock kept bursting into my mind. I even laughed sarcastically to myself at one point. I had enjoyed it so much when Mike had taken over control on a few occasions and it had even been responsible for putting me over the edge into an exquisite orgasm. I guess the difference was just one word. Love.
When Mum finally came over, she was already a little tipsy from the wine she had been drinking with dinner. She sat next to me for a while, chattering more to herself than me and I kept my face in the shadows to hide my red eyes. With every passing minute, I believed that I would be saying goodbye to my Mum permanently within the next day or so. That hurt a lot.
Before too long, Mum got up, kissed the top of my head and said goodnight. I was pleased to see her taking John upstairs with her. With that and the fact that I had been forced to drain his balls just a few hours ago, I had a good chance that my, and Mike’s, ordeal was over for today. Ten minutes after they had gone to bed, Mike returned to the back garden, a half smile on his face.
‘Where have you been?’ I asked, intrigued by the smile.
‘I’ve been busy my little Angel!’ he said with a slightly larger smile, ‘Tomorrow morning, we are going out early, before those two wake up. I need to drop you off somewhere safe first and then I have a few things to sort out. I think we have an answer to all of this problem. It is NOT going to be easy and when I explain it to you, if you have any doubts, just say so and we stop!’
I thought for a minute before I said, ‘You said earlier that it was best I didn’t know. Would it work better if I didn’t know everything?’
‘You are a smart cookie Lucy but the plan means you may well get hurt by him again and it’s not guaranteed to work!’
I took Mike’s hands in mine, ‘I trust you Mike, just tell me what I need to do, when I need to do it and I will do as you ask! I trust you! I want this over!’
Mike took my hand saying we should go to bed, just in case John came back down. At least in our room, any screams would wake Mum. As we reached the side of the house, out of sight from all windows, he pulled me close to him and brought his lips to mine. We kissed softly at first and then the heat between us increased and our tongues sought each other in their usual duel of love. His hands gently caressed my body through my t-shirt and for the briefest moment, nothing else filled my mind except the pure adrenalin rush of love. We broke the kiss and just held each other close. We walked up to our room, undressed and climbed into our own beds without another word. I knew already that tomorrow was going to be a long and challenging day.
When Mike woke me up in the morning, I could tell it was very early as the sunlight had not breached our window yet. My lover was wrapped in a towel from his shower and he ushered my sleepy body out of bed and gently patted my bum to get me to go to the bathroom. I showered quickly and was pleased to find that the aloe vera gel had taken most of the pain from my pussy and it felt almost normal again. A quick inspection also showed the redness to have almost gone as well. I pulled a big bath sheet around me as I climbed out, threw a quick dollop of gel onto my hair and ruffled it into a kind of ‘fun and wild’ style, the shortest time I have ever spent on my hair and was quite pleased with the result. I took my eyeliner, put a tiny amount around each eye and decided that would be enough for today. As I entered our bedroom, I discarded my towel which brought a tiny growl from Mike which gave us both a little smile. Somehow I didn’t think there would be too many of those so I wiggled my bum at him as I threw on a bikini and put my white shorts and ‘Hello Kitty’ vest over the top. As soon as I was ready, we left the villa and headed into town.
As we approached a cafe, I pulled my phone from my shoulder bag and glanced at the time, it was 6:45. I groaned inwardly at being up so early but I felt remarkably positive about listening to my instructions for the day but no sooner than I sat down, Mike said he had to shoot off. He saw the disappointment on my face but explained that he had to get some other things in place for the plan. I resigned myself to being on my own for a while and ordered a coffee as I saw Mike trotting down the road and out of sight. Before he left, he gave me strict instructions to not answer my phone unless it was from him and to try and keep out of sight in the cafe. I found a little corner table in their courtyard, took out my book and settled in for a long wait.
Four hours, five coffees and a bacon sandwich later, Mike came into the cafe, several bags in his hands and a notebook hanging out of his pocket and a smile to melt my heart. He stopped in front of me and in a confident voice he announced, ‘We’re ready!’
Over the next hour I was given my role to play in this exercise. Mike told me everything I ‘needed’ to know and he gave me a lot of instructions ‘just in case’ things didn’t go to plan. We were trying to set a trap for John and Mike had drawn every piece of knowledge he had of his father to construct the plan. He had realised, that the sex between him and his Dad had been quite rough but nothing compared to the violence he had shown on me and that meant I had to be the ‘bait’ in the trap. This terrified me but I was prepared to trust Mike on this one and I believed that he had put some ‘extra security’ in place. He wouldn’t elaborate on this too much as he wanted me to react as naturally as possible. I assured him, my fear was going to take care of that.
Once we were happy with our plan, it was time to start the wheels running. I picked up my phone and sent a text message to John.
‘Daddy, we need to talk! When I get home later, ask Mum if she needs some shopping, then ask me to come with you please. Just you and me, not Mike. This is important! Lucy x’
I hit the send button and gripped Mike’s hand tightly. My heart was racing and I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone bleeped. With shaking fingers, I hit the ‘Read’ button to see the simple ‘OK’ reply. It was on!
While we were out, Mum had sent a message to say that she was preparing a late lunch around 4pm. We decided that this was good timing so we were back home with plenty of time. We were both surprisingly relaxed and conversation was much easier than the night before. Half way through, John suggested the shopping trip and I accepted his request for help, saying I needed some toiletries too! We finished lunch, cleared up and then John said he was ready to go. As we were leaving, John said to my Mum that we may go for a bit of a drive too. I gulped hard . John clearly saw this as a chance to abuse me again. Mike had predicted this comment to the letter.
We got into the car and John’s demeanour changed immediately, ‘So what’s all this about Lucy?’
‘Nothing special Daddy, please don’t be angry! I ….. I …..I just want yu to be a bit more gentle with me! I mean I have always really liked you and when Mum first met you I …. I had a bit of a crush on you but you really hurt me the first time and I didn’t like that!’
John thought to himself, expressionless and continued to drive the short distance to the shops. His face then started to show disgust as he turned to me, ‘Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? You are a little tramp and I will carry on fucking you as I see fit. Do you understand?’
I lowered my head and nodded as he turned into a parking space outside the shop, ‘Bit of a wasted trip isn’t it, for you?’ He sneered.
We climbed out of the car and I stopped just at the front and said, somewhat louder, ‘I only wanted a holiday! I just wanted time on the beach, I didn’t want this! What if I say NO?’ I stared at him, out in the street his anger was boiling over.
Making many heads turn he bore down on me and just inches from my face he screamed, ‘Oh you want a fucking beach do you? The same beach as you shagged Michael? Ok let’s go there then!’ He then grabbed my arm and threw me against the car. My head banged on the window and I fell to the floor, scuffing my arm as I landed. I looked up at him and wept, ‘Please no, please don’t make me!’
With one hand, he dragged me off the floor and with the other he opened the car. He threw me into the passenger seat, ‘Shut the fuck up you little tramp!’ As he walked around the car, the eyes of passersby were on him and he screamed something at them, climbed in the car and tore off down the road towards the beach which had been a place of pleasure such a short time ago. My tears were real and the blood on my arm from the fall was now staining my white shorts.
The car skidded to a halt behind the dunes and the whole area seemed deserted. John dragged me from the car and into the wooded area. His pace was so great, I was stumbling behind him, trying to break his vice-like grip on my wrist but it was no good. He dragged me through brambles, that you would normally step carefully over, and the sharp points ripped at the skin on my legs as he dragged me further inside the shaded area. Then we reached a fallen tree and john barked his next order,’Strip!’
‘No.. no …. please No John!’
‘THE NAME IS DADDY!’ He swung his open hand at my face. The crack resonated through my head as I spun and landed face down over the log. I felt his weight press down on my back and then his hand ripping my shorts and bikini bottoms from me in one short hard drag. Then I heard running from one side and a voice calling for John to stop what he was doing. It was an English voice and as I turned my head, the tears in my eyes meant I could only see the shape of a guy running towards us. I heard the voice again, it was Dave! As he came closer, John left me on the log and ran at him, arms flying in assault, screaming abuse at this intruder. I saw fists flying and then Dave turned and ran away. I was petrified. This was not part of the plan! Before I could even think about running, another full fisted punch hit my ribs and then John’s fat fingers started pushing at my arse hole. I screamed with pure pain and another slap hit my face. I screamed more so his hand went hard over my mouth, ‘Shut the fuck up you little whore! You will learn one way or the other!’
He pulled his fingers out of me and spat heavily on my hole, then I knew what to expect as his huge cock began to push at me. I was nervous, I was tense and that didn’t help as he rammed himself in. The pain shot through my body, my poor hole stretching beyond its ability, and I was praying to faint. Every time I screamed, he punched, bit or slapped me and continued pumping his massive prick inside me as he tore my vest and bikini top from me. Then I heard more shouting but it didn’t sound English. Maybe some other people had seen and were going to help me. The shouting got louder and John began to hurl abuse back at them as he continued to fuck me like a naked rag doll, but the shouting got more insistent. John’s punches got harder, as did his ramming of my poor bottom and then suddenly a loud noise and John fell on top of me, pushing all breath from my lungs, John was silent, still.
I felt something dripping onto my face, I tried to move from under him, I was stuck. I moved a hand to my face to feel what was dripping on me. It was thick heavy blood. I screamed a hysterical scream and then felt everything go dark. My last thought was of relief. Death was finally taking me!
When my eyes opened, everything around me was white. Lots of lights above me on a white ceiling. I couldn’t seem to move very well but I didn’t feel any pain. I managed to lift my arm and it was in a long white sleeve. My confused mind came up with the one logical thought. ‘I’m an Angel!’
My eyes closed again and I went back into unconsciousness but when my eyes opened again, I had a better vision, Mike was stood above me, smiling! I tried to sit up but soon gave up on that idea as pains throughout my body suddenly reminded me they were there.
‘What happened?’ I asked croakily
‘It worked Lucy! Not as we planned but it worked!
At that moment my Mum walked in and he stopped talking. Mum’s eyes were red and puffy and without saying a word, she just hugged me and sobbed into my shoulder. It was hurting some of my bruises but I didn’t care. After a few minutes, a nurse pulled my Mum from me and said I needed rest. They both kissed me softly and the nurse put a needle in my arm and I felt sleep drifting over me.
When I woke later, I saw a sealed envelope on my locker with my name on it. I opened the note and read carefully.
‘My Darling Lucy,
When I set up our plan, my hope was to use Dave and Kathy to help us get some video proof of what John was doing to you and either get him to stop or to give it to the police. That was why we got you to go to the shop and do your protest in a public place.
When Dad had me alone, he got the info about the beach out of me so that is why we had you mention the beach outside the shop, I guessed he would take you there. If that happened, I guessed he would want to rape you there which is why Dave was waiting to try and stop him. I didn’t expect his assault on Dave and when he realised that Dad would have beaten him to a pulp, he panicked and ran back, but we didn’t anticipate any of the public calling the Greek police. Even less did we expect Dad to be so engrossed in raping you that he would ignore the police.
They shot him. He’s dead!
I know he was my Father, but he stopped being my Dad when he started fucking me. He stopped being a human when he started raping you. We are free.
I have also told your Mum about us. She was a bit shocked at first but she already had a lot to think about and she feels guilty about what Dad did to you. All she wants is for you to be happy, so I think all is good.
I love you so much my little Princess and I will help you to get well and then we can begin our life.
Love you always
Mxxx’
Epilogue – One year on!
As I lay here in bed, it is hard to believe everything that has happened. We sold the house in Surrey and moved back to Yorkshire. Mum took a longer time to recover mentally than myself or Mike, but she is doing good now. She is happy that Mike and I are so much in love and has already started to hint that she wants to be a Granny!
As I turn to my beautiful man, taking his permahard cock in my hand, I shudder at what could have been. I lift myself on top of him and slowly lower my hot wet pussy onto his manhood, never tiring of the joy it brings. I look deep into his eyes, knowing I have my man for life.
‘Make love to me Mike!’ I whisper, knowing I will never be disappointed.
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She wasn’t even nervous when she sent him a text. He’d sent her some before and they stayed close in years after the split but when she read his one sentence text she couldn’t help but think of what doors she was going to open. He didn’t have to say much and she said even less but when she read his text “i had a dream about you last night…again” she was ready to dive right in.

Smooth Sensation

Smooth Sensation (A True Story, Honest)
God I was glad to be home, a two-hour train nightmare. Every stop from Liverpool Street on the 6pm slow train to the dreary little Essex village that was the only place I could afford to rent a studio flat. My only consolation was the bag of goodies I brought in my lunchtime and the anticipation that tomorrow was Friday and my big night in with my mysterious blind date. I had been living in my little studio flat for about a year and I have to admit, after a string of disastrous relationships co-habiting only to get chucked out when it went wrong as they found out I was a transvestite, was fantastic to have my own space especially as I loved to feel feminine and dressed as a woman every opportunity. That day, during my lunch break I had treated myself to a lovely pair of black strappy stilettos with diamante on the toe strap and some very sheer black hold ups. I have thirty pairs of high heels and many pairs of stockings but its that thrill of buying them and getting home and slipping them on to freshly shaved smooth legs and furiously masturbating to a glorious orgasm, that’s what I love and my idea of heaven. I always knew I was gay really, I guess the fact that every time I made love to a woman I had to fantasise about dressing up and having sex with men to cum gave the game away but the first encounters with men weren’t as satisfying as I thought they would be but the men I went with were not very attractive so I guess it’s the same as sleeping with an ugly woman. What I really longed for was a handsome hunk who made my heart race and I would be a total slut for and he would fulfil all my womanly desires but would the dream man ever be real?
I am very lucky really, I am five foot six, 10 stone and a size ten with a small round face and when I have been to way out club or transmission I have got lots of attention from men and positive comments from other girls. I love taking very slutty pictures of myself nearly naked in stockings and heels; this was my inspiration for placing an advert in the county newspaper. It read like so ‘Male 35,TV, Very Slim, Smooth, Feminine, very sexy and attractive seeks photographer for glamour photo session’
I thought that I might just get a few old men who want to wank on me but at least I would get some nice photos of me as I was fed up with trying to take my own photos all the time and them coming out rubbish, but I was amazed to get about ten or so responses and after I had chatted with them on the phone I had set up dates, three of them were going to come round, starting this Friday with a policeman called Simon to photograph me on Friday at eight. They were all under thirty, liked to go to the gym or played sports, had good jobs and were single or so they said but that didn’t bother me. I was a bit over whelmed really. Was I about to fulfil my dream of very exciting gay sex with a handsome man?
Friday dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, got soaked going to the train station, no seat on the train and a full in-tray on my desk and I guess watching the clock, constantly staring at the second hand going round was not helping the day pass. Eventually the day was over and I made my way home, managed to get the 5.00 fast train and a seat all the way home, even the warm setting evening sun on my face as I walked home from the station was giving me a good feeling about that night. I briefly stopped of in the off license to get a bottle of wine and some cigarettes but I was soon home and started running a hot bath and opened the bottle of wine, within five minutes of being inside. Once in the bath I gave myself a long soak whilst sipping a glass of wine and thinking of all the naughty things I would like to do with a handsome muscular man. I was almost in a trance thinking of sucking on stiff prick oozing pre-come until it shot hot spurts of salty cum into the back of my mouth. After a soak I shaved my legs, arms, genitals, bum and face, only took a few minutes as I shave my body every morning but worth it as I want to be as smooth and sexy for my man. I love having smooth skin, its such a turn on and feels so feminine. Once out of the bath and dried myself of, I painted my finger and toenails in the brightest red glossy nail varnish I could find. Next it was foundation and eye make up, blusher and a bright slutty red lip-gloss. My long blond wig went on with some large gold hoop earrings, I felt fantastic. A generous spray of Chanel perfume, I felt so sexy. I slipped on the shear hold ups that I had brought the previous day up my silky legs. I lay on the sofa and began stroking my by now stiff cock and gently fingering my arse. I was in heaven, I just couldn’t help myself and reached for a gold 7 inch vibrator out of my bed side draw, a quick squirt of lubricant and I had it buried deep inside me and frantically slid it in and out as I laid on my back until I sprayed hot cum all over my tummy. Wow, what a powerful orgasm as I lay back with my head spinning and my cock throbbing. I couldn’t wait to have a man inside men doing it for real, just the thought of it instantly recharged my sexual desire and I went to the wardrobe to select something to wear. Very high heels and a very short dress are a must. The stiletto sandals brought yesterday are perfect and a black very short silky nightdress in a size ten that clings to my skinny body would be deliciously slutty. The nightdress only just covered the tops of my sheer black hold ups and my black velvet bra with my little c cup silicon boobs gave me a lovely feminine shape.
Well they say time flies when you are having fun and before I knew it was eight o’clock and time for my photographer to arrive. I nervously paced up and down in my heels waiting. At ten passed came a knock on my door, and with my heart racing rushed to open the door. I opened the door and before me stood a an Adonis, I just melted inside when I looked into his eyes, maybe I was delirious but I just felt my heart leap. Come in, “I’m Tara”.” Hi Tara, he said, you look absolutely stunning, my fantasy woman”. “Thank you, Simon”, I said as he walked into the flat from the hall. He smelt gorgeous and I just wanted to grab him, snog him and suck his cock there and then.
I could not believe this was happening, I felt a deep desire within me that I had never felt before.
Can I get you a drink? I asked as he made his way into my small kitchen, Yes, a beer would be nice. As I walked out of the kitchen I could feel his eyes looking me up and down and grabbed a can of beer from under the table in the living room. Your going to look fabulous in these photos, you are very sexy. Thank you, I said as I walked towards him with the beer. As I approached and handed him the can he reached out and put his hands on my hips, pulled me towards him and kissed me gently on the lips. Wow, what a sensual and sexy kiss, my heart pounded as I looked into those dark brown eyes, I instinctively stroked my hand down the front of his trousers and felt his shaft thickening. He smiled and pulled me towards him again and our lips locked in a frenzied French kiss with our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. My hand was now undoing his trousers and I slipped my hand into his underpants and felt his hot fleshy and by now hard cock and began stroking it. Our lips parted and I smiled at him and led him by the hand to the sofa and pulled his trousers down and sat him down with me kneeling in front of him. I bent forward and took his cock into the back of my mouth and was in heaven as I slid my lip glossed lips up and down, doing what felt so natural. He was moaning in ecstasy as I quickened the pace of my sucking and slurping on his thick shaft. Oh, Tara, I am going to come and his body bucked and he grabbed my head and thrusted in and out of my mouth as thick hot spurts of spunk flooded over my tongue and dripped from the corners of my mouth. Oh god, I enjoyed doing that, I felt so sexy. I felt so turned on. I loved sucking cock as it excited me so much, I couldn’t help myself but grab my own cock and wank it furiously, Simon pulled my hand away from my cock and said wait a moment, you will enjoy this more. Stand up and take your dress off, so I did and just stood in my bra and hold ups with heels, he stood up and he kissed me full on the lips with our tongues in each others mouths, he bent me over onto the sofa and without warning slid his shaft deep into my already lubed arse, I moaned as he entered me deeply and I felt so slutty, he started thrusting his cock deep in and out of me and as he did so, reached round and began wanking my cock, within seconds I sprayed all my cum all over the sofa and could feel Simon pace quicken as he spunked deep into my arse.
It was the sexiest experience of my whole life, we sat and smoked a cigarette and had a drink. Tara, you are so sexy, I loved fucking you, it was so exciting, like something so naughty and forbidden. I have fantasised about it many times.
Me too, I have thought about it non-stop for years and you have fulfilled my sexual fantasy for me, thank you. I couldn’t resist it and leant towards him and gently started stroking his cock. I looked into his eyes and I could feel it stiffen in my hand. We kissed passionately and he was smoothing his hands up and down my shear black hold ups and then pushed me back on to the sofa and took my cock into his mouth. You love this don’t you, you’re a girly little slut and you want to be used,
Oh god, he was so right, within seconds of him sucking my cock seeing his masculine body in front of me I couldn’t stop my self and my cum sprayed out into his mouth. I was in absolute heaven, the most exciting sex I have ever had and feeling the most feminine satisfaction I could have ever dreamt of. Wiping the cum from his lips he kissed passionately, I could taste my warm cum on his tongue.
We smoked another cigarette and chatted for what seemed like hours and arranged to meet again, meet again we did and It was simply horny, I will tell all next time.
Tara x x x x x x

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