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Their Valentine Surprises

Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Harriet Brimmerton seduces Rachel

HARRIET BRIMMERTON SEDUCES RACHEL
Mrs. Brimmerton had aged well. She was now 65, straight and dignified, with distinguished gray hair, almost if not quite blue. Her body had sagged, but she kept it in pretty good shape. Her breasts had sagged appropriately, but she had ignored the siren call of cosmetic surgery, feeling that most men thought natural was sexier. She was mostly accurate in that. Her ass was still nicely rounded and her bush, untrimmed, still thick and huge, covering her prominent mound.
She was naked now in the changing booth in her favorite clothing store. She was trying to seduce the young (32), but married, salesgirl. Rachel was kind of interested, but not really wanting to cheat on her husband. She was no saint, but she tried. Unfortunately for her resolve, Harriet pulled a picture out of her purse that showed Rachel in a compromising position with two well-known local gigolos. That compromising photo showed her in obvious ecstasy while being doubly penetrated by the two studs. She had a higher libido than her rather normal husband and occasionally felt the need to outsource her sexual satisfaction. Unfortunately, said gigolos were also frequent lovers of Mrs. Brimmerton (although she did not pay them) and had provided her with the photo, in exchange for certain, uh, favors.
When Rachel saw the photo, her reaction was three-fold. She was shocked that there were compromising photos out there. 2nd, she was turned on by the fact that the photo was out there and people she didn’t know could share her ecstasy, and 3rd, she was relieved that the excuse of her fidelity was wiped out and that she could enjoy the seduction of this fascinating elderly lady.
“So, Rachel, how did it feel to have both of those cocks in you at the same time?”
After a deep breath, Rachel replied, somewhat breathlessly “about twice as good as it felt to have them in me one at a time. They had fucked me separately beforehand, if you must know.”
“Did you feel filled up when they shot their come into you?”
“Yes, they filled me up, so that it ran down my ass cheeks and legs”.
“Did you come?”
“Yes, several times. Really, that’s what I pay those guys to do for me- make me come hard. I love my husband, but he just doesn’t make me cum hard enough or often enough.”
“I believe I also could make you cum hard, Rachel, if you would allow me to try”. With that, Mrs. Brimmerton meaningfully tucked the picture back in here purse.
“Yes, in return for the picture back?”
“Yes, it’s a deal.” With that, the naked Mrs. Brimmerton began to unbutton Rachel’s blouse. She opened the sides, so that Rachel’s lacy bra could be seen pushing up her firm breasts. Harriet cupped her bra, squeezing her breasts lightly. Rachel sighed. Harriet then reached around her to unhook her bra, pushing her breasts against Rachel’s at the same time. The lacy bra dropped, leaving their naked breasts pressed together. Both breathed a little faster than usual. Harriet then backed off a bit, took both of Rachel’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them somewhat hard. Then she gave them a serious twist.
Rachel gasped! “Jesus that hurts”.
“But does it feel good, too?”
“Yes. I must say, most of my lovers are too gentle. You are an improvement already. And I didn’t even know that about myself.”
“What is the most shocking thing you have ever fantasized about?”
The recently twisted nipples were now very hard and red. “Ooooooo! That’s a very good question. I’ll have to think about that: Probably being raped.”
“Every woman fantasizes about being raped. You’ll have to do better than that.” With that she twisted Rachel’s nipples again and this time held them in the twisted position and pinched harder than before.
Rachel’s eyes watered and she moaned, “Oh God!”
“Being triple penetrated by total strangers then having very large objects forced into my vagina until I come.”
“That’s pretty good. I could make that happen for you. Have you ever been spanked or whipped to orgasm?”
“No, but I’d like to try. I’ve had some boyfriends spank me, but they always stopped when they got hard and wanted to get off.”
“When I spank you, I won’t stop until you get off. Then you’ll still have to get me off, which I bet you can do.”
“I’ve never made it with a woman, but I think I’m ready now”.
“Good! You should get out of the rest of those clothes now.”
Rachel quickly removed her skirt and lacy panties, when Harriet asked, “By the way, what happens if another customer comes in?” A look of shock came over Rachel’s face. “There are only two naked women in here.”
“I need to lock up. I’ll put on my clothes back on first”
“No! I want you to walk out there naked and lock up.”
“People might see me from the street.”
“They sure might. So much the more to please me, and to excite you for that matter.”
Rachel gave her a long questioning look, then smiled and ran out of the dressing room and toward the door. She ran pretty fast, her boobs bouncing. Only two passersby saw her, an elderly lady who barely glimpsed her, and frowned, and a young dude who smiled and definitely appreciated her, cupping his package. She quickly turned the lock and pulled down the closed sign, then ran back to Harriet.
Harriet had removed 2 nipple clamps from her purse, which she quickly clamped on Rachel’s nipples, resulting in yelps and moans. “Get down on your hands and knees!” she ordered. Rachel did. Harriet moved behind her, inserted two fingers into her vagina to check for moisture. She was quite wet, it seemed. Harriet smiled at having chosen the perfect victim- a closet masochist. Harriet pulled a long vibrator from her purse and jammed about 4” of it into Rachel’s cunt. Rachel gasped and said “God, that’s good”.
Harriet then began to push it in and out and wiggle it up and down, opening up the inside of Rachel’s vagina. She turned the vibrator up to high and jammed it in all the way, causing Rachel to cry out, saying “You’re fucking me- fucking me hard”.
Harriet had pushed about 10” of the vibrator in, jiggling it violently. Rachel wailed out her satisfaction at getting fucked this hard.”Oh my God! Oh my God!. It hurts, Harriet, and it feels good. Oh fuck me! Make me come!”
Harriet began to move the vibrator in and out in long slow strokes, and reached her other hand under Rachel’s belly to stroke her now puffy pussy lips, then her clit. Rachel began to breathe harder. “Oh, God, Harriet”, she cried. Sensing Rachel’s approaching orgasm; Harriet pulled out the vibrator, and took her hand out of Rachel’s pussy.
“Oh, please, let me come!”
“Not yet, Rachel. I need to let you build up to a bigger climax than you are ready for yet. Besides, I haven’t been satisfied in my playing with you yet, and my satisfaction here is key. Now, stand up!”
Rachel stood up, as Harriet pulled out a set of handcuffs and quickly snapped them on Rachel’s wrists. She then pulled Rachel’s wrists up over a hook in the wall over her head and quickly handcuffed her ankles to shelf supports that the stock room seemed to be full of. Rachel’s legs were spread at a very wide angle. Harriet patted her pussy several times softly. “Do you likethat?”
“Yes”
“Do you want me to do it harder?”
“Yes”
So she did, then harder still. “If I kept doing this, do you think you might come?”
“Yes”
“I think so, too. But my hand would get tired, so I need some help”.
With that she pulled a cat-o-nine tails out of her bag, and began to swing it in front of Rachel. “Do you think this might help you come, baby?”
“Oh my god, I don’t know. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Of course I’ll hurt you, dear. That’s the whole idea”
With that she swung the cat catching Rachel’s tits and jiggling the nipple clamps, making them move the nipples they held tightly. Rachel groaned, as Harriet hit her breasts again and again. Between jostling the nipple clamps and the cat tails smacking into her tender breast flesh, Rachel began to cry out in pain. At the same time, her climax began to build through the pain. It excited her more and more.
On about one out of every five strikes, Harriet would move the target of her strikes from Rachel’s breasts to her pussy. The cat tails would dig into the flesh of her pussy lips, as they had dug into her breast flesh. Her breasts had turned into a deep red with the repeated strikes, as her pussy lips turned a bright pink. Rachel’s moans and pleadings increased as her pain and her pleasure increased. Harriet then ceased the beating and ever so slowly pulled on the clip attached to her left nipple. Rachel cried out, “OOOWWWW! That hurts sooooo much! I’m so close to coming. OOOHHHH, make me cum, Harriet.”
Suddenly, the clip popped off and her left breast bounced with the removed pressure, blood rapidly refilling the vessels in the nipple, which caused excruciating pain. Rachel cried out and began to come.
A huge orgasm wracked her whole body. It shook all over with orgasmic convulsions. Harriet quickly pulled off the other clamp, then inserted the vibrator back into her pulsating cunt, which sent her orgasm into new heights. She cried out in ecstasy. “Fuck me harder, Ohh God, fuck me more!” Harriet began pumping the vibrator in and out harder and faster. Rachel tried to hunch down on it to drive it deeper into her cunt, but the handcuffs held her up. “OOOOOOOHHHHHH, Gooooood!
Harriet pulled the vibrator out of Rachel, and rammed into her own cunt. With her other hand she began to strum her grape sized clit. She came as strongly as Rachel had. Rachel’s orgasm began again as she watched Harriet come. Harriet’s knees buckled, but she caught herself from falling, as she called out, “Oh, Rachel, you cunt, you made me come. You are such a fox.”
Both of their orgasms settled down, Rachel hanging limply by her handcuffs.
After Harriet let Rachel down and they dressed to head for Harriet’s mansion, they both knew that this would not be the end of their sexual adventures.

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Broken Birds, Part 23, Becka

Part 23
Becka
Tim’s investigators had a pretty good idea of what had happened to Robert McDale. They had no body and no proof, just a natural instinct after talking with people at the University and in the community. Robert McDale was dead. Six other students from the University had also disappeared. They were also probably on the other side.
They’d followed Tim’s instructions to be gentle with the rape victim, a brown haired, slender teen with freckles on the bridge of her nose. Her green eyes screamed of unbearable pain. Her name was Rebecca, commonly called Becka. She’d been a high school cheerleader and all around popular girl. She had two brothers and a sister. Her father was a former Recon Marine who worked as a mechanic in the local car shop. Her mother was a nurse. Together, they kept body and soul together without many frills.
After nearly three weeks of work, they’d found the tree and what appeared to be human remains.
They reported to Tim. He told them to stay put in their hotel. He’d come to them.
They showed him the site. Instead of observing forensic protocols, Tim went directly to the “body”. It had no head or hands. “Looks like havalenas ate him from his cock up.” He looked for some proof of identity. They’d left his shoes on. There was a keycard in the laces.
It said Robert McDale. He palmed it without showing it to his investigators.
“OK. You guys get back to DC. Leave me your notes. I’ll handle it from here.”
They were well trained, well paid and intensely loyal. They left the small rural community later that day.
After they left, Tim returned to the scene and cut a piece of rotting flesh from the body. He’d have DNA compared to familial DNA, just to be sure. Then he took pictures of he scene.
Tim called Michael and gave him the news. This was Michael’s worst nightmare. A girl raped by one of the punks Beth helped to free. That it was Misha’s son made it far worse. “Did your men talk to the girl’s father?”
“No, he was at work when they talked to Becka.”
“Okay. I’ll send instructions.”
The phone went dead.
Hours later Tim received an encrypted e-mail. He smiled as he read it.
Tim
I hope you did not disturb the site. I agree that the girl’s father needs to be interviewed to see if he has any connection to the site.
From the way you describe the scene, it sounds like it may have been a fraternity prank gone horribly wrong. Perhaps that’s why the other boys disappeared.
You know Beth. She wants the poor girl to have all the best care. We have pre-loaded a credit card at the local bank so her family can afford that care. If she would like to take a vacation, please organize that as well. The parents can keep the card. He was a Recon Marine. That’s almost a SEAL.
Let me know if you find anything else.
The harem sends you love.
Tim picked up the credit card from the bank and drove to Becka’s home. The house was small, but immaculately maintained. He had an idea. He called Michael.
“Boss, how’s the maintenance around the compound?” Tim asked.
“A bitch. Plus you know the Aussies. They go on “walkabout”. We’re constantly trying to vet and fill open positions.”
“Could Jennifer use a nurse?”
“You want the entire family to come?” Michael asked, having seen Tim’s direction.
“Haven’t met them yet, but it’s a thought. I’ll let you know what’s up in an hour.”
“Tim, it’s 5AM here!” a chuckling voice explained.
“Sorry Boss, I’ll call in 4 or 5 hours.”
The door opened quickly following his knock. A large, fit man stood behind the screen door clearly assessing Tim. Tim carried a laptop.
“My name is Tim O’Donnell. Are you Ted Burkett?”
The large man nodded. “What can I do for you?”
“I work for Michele McDale. She asked me to look for her son. My men have been here for several weeks. I was wondering if I could talk with you and Becka.”
“No,” as he went to shut the door.
“They found something about ten miles off the interstate,” the door that had started to close stopped and remained open, “looks like a fraternity prank gone horribly wrong.”
“Yeah, some of those university kids are pretty sick,” Ted said with fire in his voice.
“Well, I’ll report it to the Sheriff tomorrow afternoon.” Tim paused having given the message. “I also represent some people that would like to help Becka.”
Ted opened the door wide and unlocked the screen door. “Come on in.” He called Becka and his wife to the living room.
“Drink?” Ted asked as he fixed himself a drink using a clear jar.
“Please, if that’s “shine”, I’d really like a taste.”
“You a Marine?” Ted asked.
“SEAL. Navy puke.”
“Thought it was something like that.” Ted smiled with genuine warmth.
His wife and daughter waited for them in the tidy living room. Money might be tight, but the house sparkled.
Ted introduced Tim to his wife and daughter.
Tim saw Becka had been crying in the not too distant past.
“Becka, I work for some people who want to help.” He opened the laptop and began playing Beth’s message.
The screen showed a beautiful blonde woman with grief stricken eyes.
“Becka, my name is Beth Shannon and I may be responsible for your pain. I am so sorry. I helped one of the men who may have raped you get out of prison. I was one of his other victims. His name is Robert McDale.”
“Robert and seven others raped me and took away my ability to conceive. I helped him and his family so my happiness would not be disturbed. I am so sorry if he caused you pain.”
“Tim has a card for you and your family. It’s pre-loaded. Use it to get the finest doctors and care.”
“We live far away, but my sisters and I would welcome you. Many of us have been through the hideously painful hell you’re in. Here, we have access to extraordinary medical care and emotional counseling.”
“Honey, if Robert was your attacker or one of them, please, please forgive me.”
Beth was crying as the video faded out.
Everyone looked at Becka, watching her cry.
Ted spoke first, “Where is this Shangri La?”
“I can’t tell you. Some of the girls are not too popular with some nasty people.”
“Then, no,” Ted said carefully, “at least not until we know the facilities around here can’t handle it.”
Tim nodded. He handed the pre-loaded card to Ted.
“How much is on it?”
“I really don’t know, but I promise you, it’s enough.” Ted said as he rose to go, pulling a card from his pocket. “If you change your mind, call,” extending his hand.
The next day when the sheriff got to the small clearing the body had vanished.
Tim checked Ted and his family’s background thoroughly. Ted had been decorated three times, a rare feat in the Marines where extraordinary courage was ordinary. He had been an avid diver in his youth. His sons were older and had moved out of the house. Ted, his wife, Becka and her younger sister Sandy lived in the small house in a somewhat rundown working class neighborhood.
Months later, Michael reported that Beth remained inconsolable. She needed to help Becka. Even Misha’s arrival had not been able to stem her guilt.
Becka had not recovered, even with the care of fine counselors.
Finally, Tim had a recruiter approach Nancy Burkett, Ted’s wife. Nancy was an experienced Emergency Room nurse. He explained that a concierge doctor needed an ER nurse. The family the doctor treated needed a maintenance supervisor. The location could not be disclosed, but they would be near the sea, with their own house in the compound. And there was counseling available for Becka.
Becka functioned after a fashion. Her natural ebullience died the night of her rape. Her boyfriend who longed to take her cherry moved on. Her virginity had been very important to her. They had ripped it from her soul.
Many of her schoolmates avoided her since she was such a “downer”. She seemed to be descending instead of coming out of the horror.
When Nancy came home after the recruiter’s contact, Ted knew Tim was responsible. He found the card and called.
“My wife just got a job offer. You?” Ted asked after identifying himself.
“Yes.”
“You can’t tell me where?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Would my family be in danger?” This was the key point.
“These people pissed off some pretty important and vengeful people a few years back. They have guards and my guys, but there may be some danger. I know of no specific threat now. I don’t expect any to arise, but I can’t promise that.” Tim said honestly.
Ted debated it with his wife, Becka and Sandy. The offer was beyond generous and Becka needed something to help her heal.
He called Tim. “We’ll take it, but on two conditions. One, I have access to weapons to protect my family. Two, Becka gets the best of care.”
Tim had discussed this with Michael. No man of violence likes to depend on others for protection. Michael had a discreet Glock 35 in a gun box in the headboard and other weapons throughout the main house. They were secured, but available.
“Done and done. Glock 35 OK?” Tim asked.
“I’ll bring my own 1911.” Ted said chuckling.
Becka cried that night, feeling they were leaving their little world because of her. For the first time in a month, she relived the rape.
She’d been so proud to be invited to a college party at 16 years old! John seemed so mature. She lied to her mother and father, telling them she was staying with a girlfriend for a sleep over. She arranged to have her girlfriend lie for her. Just before going to the party, she called her Mom to say goodnight!
She felt so grown up. She had a slender body, but “C” cup breasts and a tight butt from playing volleyball and cheerleading. Her fine brown hair framed her slightly narrow face. She had a broad forehead, delicate features and small chin. Her sparkling green eyes flashed with excitement when she knocked on the frat door and asked for John.
A young man she didn’t know welcomed her in, calling for John. He came bounding down the stairs. He hugged her close, smelling of alcohol.
“Party’s downstairs,” he said, taking her hand to lead her.
Someone handed her a drink. She remembered her father’s words about open drinks. She carried it with her, but did not drink any.
Sensual music played in the darkened basement. Two girls and four boys danced. The boys had the willing girls sandwiched. Becka watched as the boys slid their hands under the girls’ clothes, cupping, caressing and teasing. The smell of sex hung in the air…along with the smell of fear. This was far from the party John had described!
“I think I better go. My parents will be looking for me’” she said as fear filled her.
“Oh come on, you’re not a little girl!” John said, grabbing her arm in a vice like grip. John played for the university football team.
Suddenly, two girls and five boys surrounded her. Their hands began squeezing and exploring her body through her clothes. She inhaled to scream, but one of the girls put her lips on Becka’s lips, smothering the cry for help.
She fought with wild abandon as her father had taught her, but they were too close. She couldn’t get leverage. She raked her fingernails across a female face, hearing her shriek.
John punched her in the solar plexus. She collapsed, desperately trying to get air in her lungs. He kicked her belly. He thought, ‘no marks’.
The girls began to undress her carefully not wanting to tear the clothing or leave evidence.
“I’m a virgin,” she gasped.
“Not for long,” one of the girls sneered. That girl pulled her own panties off and shoved them in Becka’s mouth. The other girl did the same, stuffing Becka’s mouth full.
John produced padded cuffs and a strange stainless instrument with a circular hole in the middle. Becka’s eyes widened. They cuffed her hands behind her back and dragged her naked body to the old leather couch. One man held her leg over the back of the couch. Another held her other leg wide, effectively opening her womanhood to them.
John was naked, his cock engorged. He carefully pulled a condom over his shaft. He rubbed some warming gel on her inner lips, labia and asshole.
“We want you to have a good time, Becka. Just relax.”
She bucked against the restraining hands. They were too strong.
John’s face was inches from hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her labia. “Thanks for keeping your cherry for me.”
He reached down and positioned himself carefully, “Let the party begin!”
He thrust forward brutally entering her. She screamed through the panties, her eyes frantic with pain.
He pulled back and thrust forward with all the force he could muster. He ripped her hymen. Her eyes bulged with pain.
With his third thrust, he began battering her cervix. She descended into a world of agony, twisting desperately to eject the invading shaft.
He was laughing!
She closed her eyes trying to blot out the agony. He slapped her breast. “Pay attention!” He increased his pace and finally announced, “I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING.
“You’re not a virgin any more, you little bitch,” the girl with facial scratches sneered.
The other women grabbed her hair, “You have a lot more work to do tonight, bitch!” She spat with hate, “I can’t wait for you to lick my ass.”
They bent her legs to her chest. Another boy climbed onto the couch with the clear aim to violate Becka’s tender sphincter. He rubbed lube around, then in her puckered virgin asshole. Her head shook back and forth. No.
“I think the bitch wants to say something,” her female tormentor said. She pulled Becka’s head over the couch armrest, removing the two pair of panties out of her mouth. She straddled Becka’s face facing her feet and pressed her wet pussy to Becka’s mouth.
As soon as her mouth was covered, the man thrust violently forward through Becka’s sphincter. Becka bucked. Pain seared through her body as her ass desperately tried to accommodate the intruding shaft. She screamed into the pussy. She writhed in agony, unable to breathe.
“Lick me or I’ll tear your nipples off!” a voice spat, as someone brutally pinched and stretched Becka’s nipples.
Becka extended her tongue and began to explore the disgusting pussy leaking semen from an earlier fucking.
She lost track of time, descending into a world of pain and humiliation.
Something stretched her mouth open. Shafts covered with ejaculate and her blood invaded her mouth and tried to enter her throat. They abused her nipples until Becka began to lick the disgusting cocks. She choked on their semen as the virile teens shot their loads in her helpless mouth.
She heard laughter. They shoved something in her raw pussy.
“Shit, she didn’t drink it!” Terror in the voice, “She’ll remember all of us!”
“She’s a fuckin’ townie! They’ll never believe her,”
“You don’t understand! If it ever gets out, they’ll kill me! You don’t know these people!” Pure terror dripped from the voice.
Soda poured into her stretched mouth. Someone pinched her nose, so she had to swallow.
Her brain stopped recording.
Hours later, they showered with Becka. The girls redressed her and took her to the edge of the campus. They put unused condoms, two hundred dollar bills and cocaine in her purse.
Her next thought was walking down the road, fully dressed, her life destroyed.
She was confused. Someone was holding her, calling her name. She fought back the fog of sleep, engaging her conscious brain.
It was her father, holding her like a baby.
“Honey, you’re OK”
“Daddy, please help me. I can’t stand it. Please.” Becka pled.
Nancy stood in the doorway, “We’re going NOW!” she whirled and went to their room.
All their goods went to storage. Three weeks later, they left the little university town.
Tim escorted them on the trip, giving each laptops with pre-loaded data on their new home. They flew business class, but had the exit rows, so they cold stretch out.
Tim sat in a different row while the family learned about their new home. He dozed off.
A large hand shook him awake.
“Can you come back and talk to us?”
The girls had many questions. He tried to answer them, but boys, surf and schools were well outside his expertise.
Tim shuddered at Becka’s haunted eyes. “How did they do it?”
“Do what, Honey?” Tim had not seen the messages on the computers, so he was at a loss.
“Most of the women who sent me messages were raped. How did they get over it?”
“I don’t know Honey. You’ll have to ask them.” She looked dissatisfied at the answer. “Beth’s a fighter. She and her Dad are very close since her Mom died. I think one day she just found her answer. Ask her. She’s been dying to meet you. She feels so guilty.”
Becka thought for a minute. “I saw her video on You Tube. She did the right thing. There were four other boys that raped me. I went because John asked me. He raped me first. I don’t even remember Robert. They would have raped me even if Robert hadn’t been there.”
She saw something behind Tim’s eyes, “Honey, if you could tell that to Beth, I think you’ll help a very tortured soul.”
Becka understood.
They dragged themselves through passport control, drug sniffing dogs and customs. Tim led them to the Escalades and they began their journey to a new life.
When they arrived at the compound, Beth handed a child to another very attractive woman. Beth marched to the cars, searching for Becka, breaking into a run when Becka emerged.
Beth hugged Becka tight, saying, “I’m sorry,” over and over.
Becka pushed her back, looking into her eyes, “Listen, Beth. John planned it. He raped me first. I don’t even remember Robert. You didn’t do this to me. So stop it! I came here because I need help. Help me!” She cried, pleading.
Beth blinked in surprise. She felt like she had been hit with a wet towel. She embraced Becka gently, smiling genuinely for the first time in months.
Beth took Becka’s hand and led the Burkett family into what had been the guesthouse. It was now the Burkett home.

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life modeling

My name is Kim and this is my story.
I am a 35 year old happily married woman of 10 years and we have 3 Children. I am a Housewife while my Husband works his fingers to the bone in a Factory making Car parts. Our Children are aged 4, 6 and 8 so I find I have a lot more time on my hands during the day now our youngest goes to Nursery.
To earn some extra pocket money for myself I decided I would try my hand at being a Life Model at our Local Adult College. My Husband was a bit strange with the idea of me getting naked for a room full of Art Students to begin with, but he knew it earned me a little extra money each month.
I really enjoyed the experience of being a Life Model and after the first few times of being completely nervous about taking my clothes of to a room full of strangers I grew to enjoy my weekly naked session’s. For a 35 year old woman of 3 children I was lucky enough to have kept my figure and people would often pass remark on how good I looked and I would still get to odd Wolf Whistle from the Builders Yard as I walked past everyday to pick my Children up from School.
A few Months had past since I had started my Life Model career (If you could call it that?) and the Head of Art Department approached me with an offer of Life Modelling but with an added twist. He asked me if I was interested in Modelling along with two Male Models in a series of Erotic poses for a new study project the Art Students were starting on sex with multiple partners and group Sex. He said to money would be good and to be honest I could do with the extra cash.
I did say no to begin with because my Husband would not approve at all with me posing with two naked men, but I said I would think about it and if I could twist my Husbands arm into letting me do it I might just take him up on the offer.
That night I asked my Husband if he minded me posing with these two males models, at first he didn’t like the idea but after some gentle words of reassurance that this was nothing more than part of my Job/Hobby. He said it didn’t mind.
The big day finally came. I arrived at the College and was introduced to two very strapping young guys, each of them looked to be in their twenty’s. The Art Teacher told us the plan for the day. He wanted us to pose in a variety of different sexual positions but we would be behind a white curtain so just our Silhouette’s would be shown to the Art students. He went on to say that even though it would be just our Silhouette’s that were being drawn we need to show movement in the position’s we were in, so basically the three of us would have to simulate sex with each other. If my Husband ever found out, he would kill me.
I was now as nervous as hell. As I was getting changed out of my clothes my mind was racing because these two models were very sexy men and back in my early years I would of jumped on both of them. But I kept telling myself that I was a happily married woman and this was just for some extra money. A girl can dream though.
So here I was waiting behind a big white curtain for my 2 would be lovers (at least for the next two hours) to join me. I must admit that I have only had eyes for my Husband since we have been together but I was getting slightly aroused at the thought of what I was about to do.
As I was standing there butt naked my male models appeared from the changing area, as they walked towards me I could not stop staring at the size of there cocks. My first thought was thank god I am not having sex with these men for real, they would never fit inside me, my second thought was a whole lot dirtier, but we won’t go it to that.
All three of us stood there like lemons behind the curtain as the Art teacher spoke to the Students. These Students were all aged between 18 and 20 and they were a friendly bunch of people. The Teacher went on to explain to his students that they would be drawing our Silhouette’s through the curtain as the three of us Simulated sex in different position’s, blah blah blah.
After a few more minutes we were ready to begin. It started of quite tame with my male models having just there arms around my waist and some more suggestive poses. I was then told to simulate oral sex on both guys with me on my knee’s. I knelt down between them and moved my head up and down each of there cocks, even though I wasn’t really giving them oral sex the Teacher informed us that it looked very realistic from our Silhouette’s on the other side of the curtain.
This is where it started getting interesting and what happened next blew every brain cell in my head. The two male models were instructed to simulate Double Penetration sex on me. One of the models laid on his back on the floor, I could here the female Art students gasping because he was getting aroused and his penis was getting bigger an bigger by the second. I was then told to straddle him. I was so turned on by the size of his cock I almost jumped on him. At first he did his best to make sure my pussy did not come into contact with his Penis as I began to simulate riding him. God knows what this looked like from our Silhouette’s but it looked good from where I was riding.
The more I rode him the harder his cock was getting. I looked down between my legs as I straddled him and I could see him holding his cock out of the way of my Pussy. I was so wet and turned on I completely forgot where I was. I grabbed the his hands and placed them on my tits, his cock sprung up and without warning slid into my pussy. I let out a small gasp, it was the most amazing feeling, his cock was huge, it felt like it went up to my ribcage. The students didn’t realise what was happening and all I could hear was the Teacher instruct the Students on how to draw our Silhouette’s.
I was in ecstasy as slowly I rocked back and forth on this guys cock, I could see the other model also had an erection, his looked just as impressive as the other guys. The second Model got behind me as the teacher who was standing on the other side of the curtain told him to simulate anal sex on me while the other guy was meant to be simulating pussy sex on me, little did the teacher know that this sex was for real.
The second model was now fully behind me, his hands were all over my body. He whispered in my ear that he wanted his cock up my bum, I was so turned on and already on my second Orgasm, I didn’t even have time to answer him when I felt the end of cock in my arsehole. I let out a tiny scream, trying my best not to let on the the teacher and Students what was happening to me. As I continued to rock back and forth on the cock in my pussy the cock in my bum was going further and further in. I cum instantly and both men held me still as I shock from the orgasm. I had never been Double Penetrated before and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. They both continued to fuck me as the Teacher kept talking to his Student’s on the best way to draw us.
The best sex of my life was coming to an end, we could hear the Teacher say that there was only 2 minute’s left of the session. He instructed us to stop. The guy fucking my arsehole slowly pulled his cock out, my bum was so sore from his cock fucking me but I didn’t care and as I eased myself off the cock in my pussy cum gushed out of me. Both my holes were red raw. My head was still spinning I could hardly walk.
Both guys looked at me and smiled as we walked over to the changing room to get dressed. The Teacher thanked each of us and said we did such a convincing job of looking like we were having sex did we want to do it again the following week. We looked at each other and instantly said yes.
If only the Teacher and the Students in that Room knew what really happened?

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Chores VI

I walked up the drive picking daisies as I walked along leisurely. It was a beautiful day and I was a fabulous mood. I had a so so day in classes today, college was not near as much fun as high school had been but that’s the way life was I assumed. Filling the air was a blood curdling scream. I stopped and tried to figure out where the sound had originated from when it came again. I knew then where it was from, I dropped the daisies and ran up the driveway to the house. I ran up the front porch steps and threw open the front door, darted through the living room, around the corner, and took the steps to my room 2 at a time. When I reached my room, I found my father standing in the doorway with his back to me. In a chair sat my boyfriend naked, and tied to my chair in my room. My father had a whip in his hand.
“My God, Daddy what are you doing,” I yelled.
My father spun around on his heel, and smiled at me. My boyfriend craned his neck around my father to see me standing in the doorway.
“Baby, get me out of here, and away from this son of a bitches crazy ass,” my boyfriend begged.
At that my father turned around snapped the whip back and hit my boyfriend in the balls again. He screamed again.
“Daddy stop it, “I said.
“I told you baby, I was going to take care of him for what he did to you in the park, and I meant every damn word of that,” Daddy said through gritted teeth.
I crossed the room and stood in front of my boyfriend; I turned and began untying him. His balls were red, and one was bleeding from a gash my father had inflicted with his whip. My Dad turned on his heel and went out of the room. I got my boyfriend out of the chair, he could barely stand he was a bleeding mess. I darted back down the steps to get a washcloth from the bathroom. Back up the steps I went, he was laying on my bed, tears on his face. I began to dab gently at his balls. It wasn’t near as bad as it appeared when the blood was everywhere. I apologized over and over, and helped him get into his pants, and out to his car. He kissed me goodbye and told me he would okay.
I was exceptionally pissed at what my father had done. But in all actuality my boyfriend had been very lucky Daddy hadn’t just killed him and buried him in the backyard. He was exceptionally very protective of me. I went in the house and upstairs to my room. My father was sitting on my bed. I walked over to him and looked at him giving him the ugliest look I could muster. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. I struggled, and I knew better before I even did it. But it happened anyway. He kissed me hard on the mouth; his tongue filled my mouth searching for mine. He pulled away, grabbing a handful of hair he pulled me down on the bed, his hands went to my breast. He began to fondle them roughly and then pulling up my shirt, his hand jerked my bra, breaking the clasp and freeing my tits. His mouth found one, sucking and biting at my red little hot hard nipples, I began to get aroused. He sucked my right tit, and then grabbed my left in his hand and began to squeeze very hard. Reaching down to my pants he flipped the button and unzipped my jeans. His hand went into my little pink panties I wore. I felt his fingers pulling and pushing to get between my slick pussy lips. He reached his destination, my hard little clit. His index finger and thumb began to work my little clit over he pulled the clit up and then stroking back down toward my pussy, and back up. He stroked my clit like he stroked his hard cock. Continuing to keep my tit in his mouth I was very wet, and getting close to having an orgasm. I loved it when he stroked my clit, he knew I was close, because I arched my back, the more he stroked the more I hung on to him digging my nails into his back. Just as I reached my orgasm he shoved two fingers into my dripping wet little hole. I tightened my thighs around his arm as I came.
He stood up and pulled my jeans off, throwing them on the floor, he whistled, and my dog ran into the room. He smiled at me; my Daddy had taken his hard cock out of his pants and had moved between my legs. He had his hard dick in his hand and was rubbing the throbbing purple head against my dripping wet folds of skin. He patted the bed for the dog to get on the bed. The dog immediately went to my pussy to see what was going on. I felt his tongue licking my pussy when Daddy pushed him off. He walked up to my face; I spun him around and reached between his legs. I took my dog’s slick cock into my hand and began to stroke it. He stood still as I stroked him with long slow strokes. His cock was becoming bigger and bigger and I continued my assault. I felt my Dad between my legs spreading my little asshole apart. He pulled my cheeks apart and rubbed my asshole with his thumb. Very gently he would ease his fingers into my asshole, as I continued to stroke the dogs cock.
Daddy patted my pussy for the dog to come to him. He reluctantly went to Daddy, who shoved him down on the bed. He wanted me to come to the end of the bed and straddle the dog. I obliged because I loved fucking that dog like this. I moved to the end of the bed, standing above the dog I moved him to his back, his hard red cock was protruding, as was his big hard knot. I squatted down over him guiding his slick pre cum covered cock into my cunt. I moved up and down while squatting over his cock, it felt wonderful inside of my hot little slit. I settled down on my knees leaning up toward the dog’s head, moving my hips up and down fucking my pussy with his cock. I pushed hard spreading my cunt out and slipping that big knot into my puss. I moaned as I got wetter. Daddy was behind me with his hands rubbing my tits, and then my ass. While straddling the dog, my ass was facing my father, I felt his tongue on my asshole, and then on my cunt every time I rocked in on the dog’s dick. I felt his fingers going into my ass; he shoved first one then two fingers into my extremely tight, hot asshole. I began to rock my pussy faster on the dog’s dick; I could feel cum continuously coming from his cock inside my pussy. Daddy shoved his cock into my asshole in one stroke. I screamed out, he began to fuck my asshole harder and harder. I rocked on the dog faster, when I felt him explode inside my pussy, I moaned loudly and began to cum myself. Daddy started to cum inside my asshole, the cum ran from both holes, down onto my thighs.
Daddy slid out of my ass and hit the bed beside me, and rolled off on the other side. The dog jumped off the bed and sat to lick his cock on the floor. Daddy rolled over and touched my tits, I couldn’t hardly breathe I had cum from two dicks fucking me at once. I was covered in cum. Daddy moved over between my legs pulling them apart, his face went between my cum soaked legs. He pulled my lips apart, his tongue began to lick at my pussy, he sucked the cum from my pussy then moved to my asshole sucking the cum from there as well. I moaned loudly, it was so sexy I could hardly stand it; I was about to cum again when he flipped me over on the bed. He raised my hips up and slid his hard cock into my pussy. He moaned as he began to fuck my cunt, his dick moved in slowly and methodically, I could feel the head of his cock running deep inside my cunt, hitting my cervix with every stroke. He shoved until I had everything but his balls shoved into my drippy wet slit. He fucked me hard and with a purpose, or so it seemed, his strokes picked up speed until he was slamming into me and I could feel his balls hitting my clit as he fucked harder and faster. He came again, this time deep inside me. He continued to fuck until I came again. He rolled off, and told me to finger my cunt. He wanted me to scoop out the cum and lick it. I did as I was told; I pulled out a hot stringy hand full of cum and put it into my mouth. Daddy rose up and stood over me, he pointed his cock at my face as he started to piss on my face, the stream hit me and was almost so hot it burned my skin, he pissed on my face, and my tits, as he finished he leaned down and rubbed the piss into my tits, and onto my pussy.
Leaning against the headboard he motioned again for me, I got up and crawled up to him naked and wet. He wanted me to stand over him, I did as he pushed himself down further on the bed. I stood taking my hands and pulling my lips apart, I began to piss as well, right on his chest, I pulled my lips apart to piss on his face, he opened his mouth. I couldn’t do that but he liked it, he had a mouthful, when he then spit it all over my tits. I finally lay down on the bed exhausted. I told him I didn’t want to catch him near my boyfriend again or he would very sorry. He smirked at me, but I think he might have believed I might trying something if he didn’t back off.

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Michelle – The Movie Pt.2 – Ch 6

On the screen, the girl rolled off her lover and lay on her back, still breathing heavily.
The guy hadn’t come yet, and his penis was still sticking straight up in the air,…big…hard…throbbing.
As my own breathing slowed, I began gently rotating the carrot back and forth deep inside my pussy. Its skin was still very rough, but having just come, I was wet enough that it wasn’t all that uncomfortable. I wiggled my finger in my tiny back hole as I watched the girl on the screen move to her hands and knees. I watched as she reached a hand back between her legs and started rubbing her clit. My own clit wanted some attention, so I removed my finger from my tight back channel, and brought that hand around between my legs. I continued slowly rotating the carrot inside of me while my fingertips on my other hand started teasing all around my clit.
As I watched the guy position himself behing his kneeling lover, I realized that all of a sudden my butt felt really empty.
Thinking for just a second, I pulled the carrot out of my pussy, replacing it with two of my fingers. I moved the carrot around to my backside, and pushed the tip against my tight hole. The carrot was wet enough from the flood in my pussy, that it was only a matter of seconds before I felt my tiny back door give way, and the carrot push up inside me. I quickly grabbed the banana and pushed it slowly up inside my pussy.
What a feeling!
The curved tip of the banana felt like it was touching, rubbing, caressing me…in places deep inside me that had never been touched before!
I watched as the guy on the screen rubbed the tip of his penis up and down his lover’s slit.
I started moving the banana slowly in and out of me. God it felt so good…so different…the tip…curved…rubbing against my channel walls…
The rough skin of the carrot in my little back hole was starting to get uncomfortable,…starting to chaff against my tender skin, and I stopped moving it, focusing instead on the incredible sensations the banana was sending shooting through my pussy.
I felt the tremors starting again and knew another orgasm wasn’t far away.
I pulled the carrot out of my backside, somewhat surprised that even this small movement of the rough skin hurt me. I discarded the carrot, and moved one of my fingers back to my tight entry hole. I pushed the tip inside, and was relieved that there was no discomfort. My finger was small enough, however, that even when I pushed it all the way in, I still felt strangely empty…unfulfilled.
I started rotating the banana in my pussy, gently probing my backdoor with my finger, as I watched the guy on the screen push his penis into his lover’s pussy. The camera angle changed to show a view from behind, up between his legs. I could see his penis pushing in and out of her pussy. I could see his balls dangling down between his legs. I could even see his little backdoor, the one that just a few minutes ago she had been teasing with her tongue. As he continued moving in and out, it looked like the inner lips of her pussy had a mind of their own. It looked like every time he pushed in, they were trying to suck him in deeper. Every time he pulled out, it looked like they were trying to hold on to him…pull him back inside.
As the screen showed him pumping faster and faster, I automatically quickened the rotation of the banana, feeling it deep up inside of me. My finger in my back hole started pushing in and out. My hips began rocking steadily, my breathing became deep and harsh.
On the screen he pumped in and out of her pussy furiously, their moaning and groaning becoming louder and louder. Both the banana and my finger were flying in and out of my holes as I felt myself losing control.
The guy suddenly pulled out of her pussy, grasping his throbbing penis in one hand and pumping it wildly. My orgasm was starting…growing…building…reaching…peaking.
As he jerked and shot his cream all over her back, I lost control. Not even trying to stifle my moans, I came wildly. I could feel my tight little back hole clamping down around my finger, and my pussy spasmed and spasmed as wave after wave rocked through me.
I collapsed back, exhausted, panting. As my breathing started to slow back down I glanced in the mirror. I saw the tip of the banana sticking out of my pussy as I pulled my finger from my backside, and watched fascinated as the tiny hole winked back at me in the mirror. I slowly pulled the banana from myself, and brought it to my mouth, stopping first at my nose to inhale the scent of my orgasm. I opened my mouth and licked and sucked my juices from the yellow skin.
I just lay there for a moment, savoring the afterglow of a delicious come.
The screen moved to the next scene, and it started like the last one…guy and a girl…kissing…grabbing…groping…undresing each other. My hand moved almost automatically down between my legs, and I began idly teasing my clit as I watched the two on the screen fall onto the bed. He laid her on her back, then reversed his position, pushing his penis into her mouth while his tongue began dancing around her clit. I watched as he spread her legs further, and then pushed a finger into her backside hole. She bucked up and down as he began pushing his finger in and out of her, all the while teasing her clit with his tongue.
My other hand found its way to my own tight little back hole, and I pushed a finger up inside me while my other finger continued playing with my clit. I could feel myself starting to become aroused…again. I stopped tormenting my clit and pushed one, then two fingers up inside my pussy. Already soaking wet from my last come, it was only a metter of seconds before my fingers were again coated with my own pussy juices.
As the guy on the screen reversed his position again, I repeated what was rapidly becoming a ritual. I pulled my dripping wet fingers from my pussy and brought them up to my face, first smelling, and then opening my mouth and tasting, my own sweet cream.
I put my two fingers back up inside my pussy as I watched the guy on the screen push his penis into his lover’s waiting pussy. They began pumping in a rhythm that the fingers in both of my holes soon matched.
My own hips began humping against my hands, as if both of my holes were saying they wanted more.
My movements became faster as I watched the guy on the screen pull his penis out of his lover, and then roll her over, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm growing as I watched him rub the tip of his penis up and down her slit.
I gasped as he suddenly brought the head up from her pussy and laid it against her back door hole. My own finger in my own tight rear channel was pumping furiously in and out of me as I watched in awe. “No way,” I thought. “That thing will never fit in there.”
He was pressing now…pushing…but nothing. All of a sudden the finger in my backside just wasn’t enough. I wanted something more! But what? The rough skin on the carrot had hurt too bad, and the banana was way too big…I looked around my room but saw nothing that would give my back door the pleasure I wanted.
On the screen, the guy gave a sudden lunge, and the head of his penis disappeared inside her! She shrieked in pain…and he froze. The camera switched to a shot of her face…teeth clenched…eyes shut tight…breathing labored…her agony was obvious.
Neither of them moved for a moment, even though the speed of my own hand movements was now racing.
After a moment or two, the guy on the screen began moving in and out of her back hole…slowly…little bit at a time. The camera showed the expression on her face change from one of excruciating pain…to mild discomfort…to…to…to…bliss?
“Oh God,” I thought. “I gotta find something…”
I hit pause on the player and jumped out of bed. I thought maybe if I could find a little smaller carrot, one with smoother skin, that it might work…making my back channel feel filled like the girl on the screen.
As I headed toward the stairs and the kitchen, I realized my honey was starting to trickle down my thighs. I cupped one hand tightly over my pussy, hoping I wasn’t leaking enough to leave spots on the floor.
I got to the kitchen and anxiously opened the fridge, pulling open the crisper drawer with my free hand. I rummaged briefly through the carrots…and grew increasingly disappointed. There were some different sizes, but they all had the same crude, coarse, rough skin that had hurt my tender back hole earlier. I looked briefly around the kitchen, wondering if there was something…anything…else I could use. Seeing nothing, I went to close the crisper drawer when I saw…it!
My thoughts immediately left my butt and went back to my pussy!
There it was…big…a cucumber…huge…green…huge…sexy…huge…obscene…huge…
Oh God I wanted it in my pussy!
I grabbed it and closed the drawer with my knee, the fridge door with my shoulder, and moved to the sink, turning the water on hot.
As I rotated the cucumber under the flow, I thought idly that I must look pretty silly, one hand cupped tightly against my pussy, like I had to pee…
When I was satisfied that the hot water had warmed the cucumber up to a nice temperature, I shut off the water, grabbing my new “toy” and leaving the room. I was already imagining how good this was going to feel as I walked through the dining room toward the stairs. I was in such a hurry to get back to my room, back to the movie, and “play” some more, that I almost missed it.
Right in front of my eyes…
On the dining room table, standing up straight and tall, the candles sitting in their holders!
Perfect!
Tall, maybe ten or twelve inches. Tapered…maybe 3/4″ at the top, 1-1/2″ at the bottom. Straight…SMOOTH!
“Oh God,” I gasped as I moved to the table.
I clasped the cucumber under one arm and used my free hand to twist one of them free from its holder, and was now almost running as I headed back up the stairs to my room.
I plopped on my bed, scooting until I was sitting directly in front of my mirror. I propped my pillows behind my head and lay back, raising my legs and pressing my knees against my breasts. I looked into the mirror and saw both of my holes staring back at me. I could see my honey glistening on my lips…glistening on my thighs.
I brought the cucumber down between my legs and stared in the mirror as I pressed the tip against my opening. I pushed slightly, and the tip went inside of me.
“Oh God,” I thought…”incredible!” I pushed it in a little further. I had never felt so “filled up”. I pushed further, and as it went deeper up inside of me, I could feel it filling…stretching…my pussy.
It didn’t hurt…it was just…intense…
“My god!” I thought as I continued pushing it up even further inside of me. “If this is what a cucumber feels like, how does a woman EVER give birth to a child?”
The sensation was delicious as I continued watching raptly in the mirror. More and more of the huge green monster disappeared up inside of me, until only the very tip was left visible. I couldn’t believe it! This thing had to be eight or nine inches long, and probably three inches in diameter, and I had the whole thing up inside me!
I can’t even begin to describe the feeling…it was…it was…it was…I don’t know…incredible!
I looked at myself in the mirror, the tip of the cucumber sticking out of my pussy. I gazed at my lips stretched tight, obscene, around the huge shaft. I looked at my tiny back hole winking at me…begging for attention.
I grasped the candle in my other hand, bringing it around and pressing the tip against my tiny opening. I pushed, and felt my body surrender, opening and letting the slender invader up inside of me. “Oh My God!” I thought. “both holes…”
I pushed the candle further up inside of me. I gasped as I felt the candle rubbing against the cucumber, seperated by only…?
I continued pushing, watching in the mirror as more and more of the candle disappeared up inside my tiny backside entrance. “God I look obscene!” I thought as I watched myself in the mirror. More and more of the candle went up inside me until I felt my fingertips brushing against my cheeks. God I had all of both of them inside of me! I felt so…so…so…full!
I started a slow in and out movement with both of my new lovers, and quickly fell into a slow rythm. I continued this for a moment, watching my lewd display in the mirror. I stopped the movement, and scooted back up on my bed, rearranging the pillows. I reached for the remote, and hit “rewind”. I waited until the scene was just before the guy put his penis in the girl’s butt, and then pushed “play”.
I started moving both the cucumber and the candle back in and out of me as I watched him force his penis into her small hole. I gasped myself as I once again saw the expression of extreme agony on her face. My rythm quickened as her expression changed from pain to bliss, and I was soon moving both of my toys in and out of me even as the guy on the screen started a slow movement in and out of his lover’s back door.
As their pace on the screen quickened, so did my own. Both the cucumber and the candle were flying in and out of my holes and I felt yet another orgasm approaching.
On the screen, the girl was openly panting, her hips rocking back in rythm against her lover. My juices were running out of me as I watched him freeze, then pull his penis out of his lover’s tight back channel. He grabbed it in one hand and stroked furiously, squirting his juice all over her back. I was right on the brink of my own come as the camera zoomed in for a shot of her freshly invaded butthole. God, it was still wide open! Gaping!
That sent me over the edge, and whimpering like a lost puppy, I happily gave in. I shuddered and spasmed as once again the waves of delight crashed over me.
When the tremors finally subsided, I lay back against my pillows, thoroughly exhausted, but utterly delighted.
I lay there basking in my afterglow, and although I figured I was pretty much orgasmed out, I left the movie playing. A couple more scenes unfolded, pretty much more of the same, guy and a girl…etc…etc…etc.
Somewhere along the line, my hand drifted back down between my legs and I began idly toying with my clit. The next scene had a girl and two guys, and this one caught my attention.
My finger kind of quickened and the stroking of my clit was soon sending the familiar warm waves washing through me. On the screen, one of the guys was laying flat on his back as the girl mounted him, straddling his hips. The camera zoomed in for a close up of his penis pushing up into her pussy, and as she began humping against him, my own finger started to get more insistent, teasing my hardening clit.
On the screen, the other guy moved in front of the girl. He stroked his hard penis right in front of her face, and she soon opened her mouth and pulled him in between her lips.
“My God!” I thought. “Two penises at the same time…”
My other hand soon found its way back between my legs, and I pushed two fingers up inside of me.
It wasn’t long before we all in the same rhythm, my fingers in my pussy, the guy’s pwnis moving in and out of the girl’s pussy, and her mouth moving back and forth on the other guy’s throbbing hard on.
I could feel myself starting to get hot…again…and wondered if I could possibly come again. I wondered what was happening to me…I was getting obsessed with coming! “This can’t be normal,” I thought as I watched the tempo on the screen increase…both penises in both openings.
All of a sudden, the guy in front of the girl pulled his penis out of her mouth. It was glistening with her saliva as he moved around behind her. The camera zoomed in for a close up as he grasped his throbbing member and positioned himself on his knees behind her. I watched and gasped as he pushed the tip of his penis against her little back hole. “No way!” I thought, even as my own fingers began pumping in and out me at a faster pace.
My breathing was starting to get harsh as I watched him push against her…and her tight little hole opened, swallowing the head of his hard on.
“Oh my God! Both holes! One in her pussy, one in her butt!” I stared in fascination as the camera zoomed again, showing both penises sliding in and out of her.
The fingers inside my pussy seemed to take on a mind of their own, and pulled out of my soaking wet channel, seeking my own tight little back door. As my other finger began moving more feverishly against my clit, I pushed one, then two, fingers up inside my backside hole.
My clit was pulsing as I watched the pace on the screen get faster and faster. The fingers in my butt were moving in and out in rhythm with the penises on the screen, and my fingertip was flying over my clit. I could feel yet another orgasm approaching.
On the screen, the guy in the girl’s pussy pulled out and shot his cream all over her pussy lips, her thighs, while the guy in her butt started pumping even faster.
My breathing was again harsh, my own hips bucking as I watched him pull his penis out of her tiny hole and erupt all over her cheeks…all over her back.
I went over the edge again, coming hard. I could feel my tiny butthole clamping down on my fingers as I shook and shuddered, waves again washing over me.
Feeling now totally exhausted, I just lay back on my bed, luxuriating in the sensations flowing through me. The movie was still running, but I was only paying half attention.
The other half of my mind was already looking toward tomorrow…what I was going to do if Jeff actually did come by again. How I was going to make up for today’s “almost”.
One hand had dropped back between my legs and a finger was idly toying with my clit…again…but i wasn’t really paying much attention to that either. I was pretty sure I was done coming for the day. My mind continued drifting through my plans for tomorrow as several more scenes unfolded on the screen.
I was half thinking about turning off the movie and calling it a day when the next scene started…with two women kissing…each other!
I watched their tongues playing together…the camera angle was such that even though their lips weren’t actually touching…they weren’t actually kissing, both had their tongues out and were toying…dancing…with each other’s. I watched in fascination, and without even thinking about it, my finger began moving more firmly around and over my clit.
I watched as they began moving their hands all over each other,…backs…sides…legs…thighs…butts.
They were wearing only bras and panties, and it wasn’t long before the bras came off, and they were moving their hands over each other’s breasts…pinching and tweaking each other’s nipples.
Two women…with each other…no men!
Although I had never even thought about that possibility, the sceen on the screen was really starting to turn me on, and my finger started moving faster…again…I could feel my heat starting to rise…again!
On the screen, the girls removed each other’s panties, and their hands dropped between each other’s legs. The camera zoomed for close up shots as they parted each other’s lips and inserted fingers into very wet holes. They fingered each other for a moment or two, and then changed position, one reversing herself, straddling her lover’s head, and lowering her pussy onto her mouth. The camera zoomed for another close up as the girl on her back pushed out her tongue abd began lapping at her mate’s lips…then at her clit.
The girl on top had lowered her head between the other’s legs, and her tongue was soon also engaged in her lover’s pussy, playing with the lips, toying with her clit.
Two women…two tongues…two pussies…two clits…no men!
Without even thinking, my other hand found its way back between my legs, and two fingers pushed up inside my own dripping hole. I watched in rapt fascination as the girls on the screen feasted on each other…lapping at each other…drinking each other’s honey, and I knew within moments that I wasn’t finished coming for the day.
My finger movements increased as the girls licked and sucked at each other, and as the sound of their moaning increased, my own breathing started getting faster and faster…soon turning into panting.
I took my finger off my clit and reached for the electric toothbrush. I turned it on and quickly moved it between my legs, reversing the head so that the smooth plastic back side of the brush was vibrating against my clit.
Heaven!
The fingers inside my pulsating pussy were pumping furiously now,as the torrid pace of the vibrating plastic against my clit sent waves pouunding through me. I stared as the girls on the screen let out soft screams and started coming. My own orgasm was getting close as they froze, then spasmed, and then collapsed against each other.
The camera zoomed in for close ups on their faces, and I could see the juices of their orgasms thoroughly wetting each other’s lips, cheeks, jaws…glistening…almost dripping.
It sent me over the edge again, and I pressed the toothbrush tightly against my throbbing clit, quivering and shaking as yet another delicious come overtook me.
I gasped and jerked as my back arched, my body seeming to scream for more.. I pumped the fingers in my pussy furiously. Waves of delight rolled over me as I shook and whimpered through yet another mind blowing orgasm.
I collapsed back on the bed as the spasms subsided, and just lay there, panting, not quite believing what I’d just seen. Two girls…alone together…licking…tasting…
Without even realizing it, I pulled my two fingers out of my own dripping pussy and brought them up to my face, first inhaling deeply, and then pushing them slowly into my mouth. As I licked and sucked my fingers clean, I reveled in the taste of my love juices…idly wondering again if all girls smelled and tasted the same.
The movie was still running as my breathing returned to normal, but I wasn’t really paying any attention any more. I was still thinking about the two girls…together…
I rolled off my bed and scrambled to the bathroom, suddenly realizing just how badly I had to pee.
It was on returning to my room that I happened to notice the comforter on my bed. “Oh my God,” I thought. There was a big…no…huge…very dark…very wet spot…not spot…puddle…covering the entire middle of it. I had come so hard…and so often…the juices that had gushed out of my pussy made my comforter look like I had peed on it!
Suddenly embarassed, I quickly pulled it from the bed, grabbing the carrot, candle, and cucumber, as I quickly scooted down the stairs to the laundry room.
When the comforter was secured in the washer, I returned the candle to its holder and the vegetables to their crisper drawer. I looked down and saw the inside of my thighs were shining bright…wet with my juices. I decided I had time for a quick shower while the washer was running…but even after I had turned on the water, waiting for the temperature to get right…I just couldn’t resist one more time. I lowered one hand and pushed two fingers deep up inside my drenched pussy, wiggling and swirling them until they were thoroughly coated with my honey. The scene of the two girls licking each other was flashing through my mind as I brought my hand up to my face, pushing the wet fingers into my mouth. I savored the sweet tast of my honey, thinking back one more time to the scene of the two girls…together…with each other…and idly wondering again if all girl’s smelled and tasted the same.
By the time my shower was finished, my mind was already racing ahead…planning and plotting for tomorrow…Jeff…maybe…

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“Are you sure?” he asked softly, and she nodded her head in reply. “It’s going to hurt some,” he cautioned.
“I don’t care,” she said as she lifted her legs up and spread them apart, making room for him to enter her. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy, I want you to fuck me with your big, thick cock!”
He moved in close, his thighs touching the edge of the mattress, then leaned over her and braced himself above her with his hands on the mattress on either side of her head, his drooling cock hovering over her stomach and dripping precum onto her abdomen. He leaned over and kissed his daughter, gently, their tongues touching briefly, before he straightened up again. He grasped his cock and pointed it down towards her pussy, placing the bulbous head against her outer lips. He rubbed the big head up and down her slit, her outer lips parting immediately to let him rub the head up and down against her soft, wet, slick inner lips. She gasped as it rubbed over her clit, he hips bucking. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit firmly three or four times, spreading his slippery precum up and down her pussy as her equally slick juices covered the head of his cock. Finally he slid the head down to her tight, wet tunnel, pressing it firmly against her opening and making her gasp lightly as he looked up at her.
“Ready, baby?” he asked; she bit her bottom lip and nodded, grabbing two handfuls of bedspread in preparation for his entering her.
He pumped his cock with his hand hard twice more to force as much precum into her opening as he could, then began slowly but firmly pushing the head of his cock into her pussy. She groaned and winced as the big head of his huge cock slowly slid inside her pussy, spreading her opening wide, stretching it more and more as it pushed its way inside her tight tunnel. She gripped the bedspread tightly in her fists, twisting them as the bulbous head slipped inside her, the flared ridges at the back of the head slipping inside her with a slight ‘thump’ that was more felt than heard. She gasped loudly at this and he paused, letter her pussy adjust to the big head of his cock being inside her.
“God DAMN, your cock is so big!” she moaned, panting for breath as she looked down at the tube of his incredibly long, incredibly thick cock pointed down to her pussy, the head now inside her. The sight of the head of his cock trapped tightly inside her young pussy excited him, and Sam was anxious to continue.
“Ready for the rest of it?” he asked, looking up at her. Her head snapped up and her eyes got wide at his words, and he chuckled briefly. “As much as you can take, that is!” he said, and she gave a quick smile at him and then nodded.
“I want your cock inside me, Daddy, as much as I can take!” she said, hooking her feet behind his thighs to keep him there. “Now give it to me! Push that monster cock inside my pussy and fuck me with it!”
Same felt his cock twitch with excitement at her demand, and he began pushing his cock into his daughter’s tight, young pussy again. He pushed slowly but firmly, his big, thick cock stretching her pussy walls as he slid further inside her tunnel, and she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he continued to penetrate her. Her pussy was tight, incredibly tight, made even more so by the girth of his cock. She was also very, very wet, and the feeling of her wet pussy wrapped tightly around his cock was heavenly. He spread her lips apart with his thumbs, pulling his cock out until just the head was still inside her and then sliding it back in again to help spread her slick juices around and make it somewhat easier for her to take his monster cock. He pumped his cock in and out of her pussy slowly, pushing a little more into her tunnel, going a little deeper into her tight, wet pussy with each stroke, and she began moaning with his strokes as her pussy was stretched more and more.
“Oh…my…God!” she said in time with his strokes as he slid deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, pushing more and more of his cock inside her with each stroke. “I…unnnggh…God…oh, Daddy…..aahhh….” she moaned as he began stroking her in long, slow, deliberate strokes. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around his shaft, wrapped tightly around him as he stroked in and out. He was going deeper and deeper into her now, pushing more firmly as he slid more of his cock inside her. As he watched his thick, hard cock slide deeper and deeper into her tight, wet pussy he saw her abdomen bulge slightly in the shape of his cock with every push of his hips, the bulge disappearing when he pulled out and reappearing when he pushed in. He released his cock from his grip and put his hands on her knees, spreading them apart to open her up more and let her take more of his cock inside her, watching her abdomen bulge as he did so. He pushed harder in one long stroke, and she cried out as he slid his thick cock even further into her tight pussy.
“Ahhhh! Daddy!” she cried, twisting the bedspread hard in her hands. “Oh my God, it’s so big, so fuckin’ big, but it feels so good!” She was gasping for air, her breath coming in shallow gulps as she adjusted to the monster cock inside her pussy.
Sam looked down and was surprised to see more than eight inches of his cock buried inside his daughter’s pussy, the opening stretched wide, the lips glistening with fluids. He pushed forward just a bit, and Lisa cried out as he did so. He was in as far as he dared go for her first time, and he was amazed that she’d been able to take as much of his cock in her pussy as she did.
“That’s it for right now, baby,” he said, smiling at her as she lifted her head to see his cock buried inside her. “That’s as far as I want to go this first time.” Then she looked in his eyes, the fire of lust burning brightly there.
“Now fuck me with your big cock, Daddy,” she said breathlessly, reaching up and grabbing her big breasts in her hands, squeezing them and rolling the nipples in her fingers. “Fuck my tight pussy and cum for me, cum inside me, fill my pussy with the flood of your cum!”
He started to move then, thrusting his huge, thick cock in and out of her tight pussy in long, slow, firm strokes, his big balls swinging with every thrust. He was careful not to push too far into her as he thrust inside her, but every now and then he’d push too hard and make her cry out. But she never complained, never said for him to stop or slow down as he fucked her with his monster cock; she continued gripping and squeezing her big breasts as he moved, thrusting his shaft in and out of her tight pussy. She loosened up a little bit, enough so that it wasn’t hurting anymore, but she could still feel some pleasant discomfort as his huge, thick cock stretched her pussy as it filled her more than she’d ever been filled before. He alternated his gaze between watching the expression on his daughter’s face, his cock sliding in and out between her pussy lips, and the bulge in her abdomen appearing and disappearing as he thrust in and out of her.
He continued thrusting his cock in and out, sliding his thick, long shaft in and out of her tunnel, pulling out until just the big head was still inside her and then sliding it back in, stretching her tunnel out again and again as he slowly and deliberately fucked her. After a few minutes of his monster cock driving in and out of her pussy, she began to moan loudly, squeezing her breasts harder and tugging savagely on the nipples.
“I’m gonna cum, Daddy, I’m gonna cum all over your cock!” she cried out, hooking her legs around him and pulling him into her to drive his cock deeper inside her. As his cock hit her womb again she came, the orgasm exploding out of her pussy, racing through her body and shaking her like a cat with a mouse in its jaws. He continued thrusting his cock in and out of her clutching, gripping pussy, driving her to a second orgasm immediately behind the first one. She cried out as that orgasm hit, and he continued to drive his cock in and out of her pussy as she rode it out.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her mouth hanging open, her lithe young body now covered in a fine layer of sweat. She looked up at her daddy’s face as he continued to fuck her, seeing the desire in his eyes. “Cum for me now, Daddy, please,” she begged, squeezing his cock with her pussy and making it even tighter around is cock. “I want to feel your cock pumping inside me as you fill me with your cum,” she said, urging him on as he continued thrusting. He felt the familiar tingling sensation in his balls and knew that he was going to cum soon, and this one was going to be a real gusher.
“Okay, baby, as you wish,” he gasped, increasing the speed of his thrusts. She cried out with every thrust of his big cock, matching her cries to his thrusts. He drove his cock a little deeper and a little harder into her pussy, feeling his cock widen in preparation, and he looked down to see his daughter’s mouth hanging open and her head nodding quickly at him to tell him ‘NOW!’
He came then, driving his cock into her as it exploded, shooting long, thick streams of cum deeply into her pussy. She cried out as he thrust hard into her, feeling his cock pumping and throbbing inside her, actually being able to feel the streams of hot cum hitting the walls of her pussy and filling her up. His cock pumped again and again, shooting stream after long stream of cum into her waiting, gripping pussy. His cumming filled her up quickly, and the cum slid out of her pussy and down the crevice of her ass to pool on the bedspread beneath her. He continued to cum, his cock pumping six, seven, eight times inside her pussy, the cum flowing out of her like a river, and she thought he would never stop cumming. Somewhere along the way she came again with him, her pussy fluttering around his pumping, throbbing cock, and for the briefest of moments they were cumming together.
Sam pushed his cock forward and held it there as the last of the spasms ran through his cock and the last bit of his cum spit out into her full pussy, and he groaned as his orgasm finally subsided. He was covered with sweat, gasping and panting for breath, his knees shaking as he held his cock inside her pussy. He looked down at his daughter and saw that she, too, was gasping for breath, her heaving breasts reddened from where she had been squeezing them. Her body was covered with sweat and her hair damp with it, and she looked up at him and smiled. He leaned over her and kissed her, softly and tenderly, then lifted back up to look down on her again. She smiled brightly up at him with tired eyes.
“I did it, Daddy!” she said, obviously proud of herself. “I took your big cock inside me and made you cum inside my pussy!”
“You certainly did, sweetie,” he said, smiling back at her. “And you took a lot of it, too,” he added.
“How much did I take, Daddy?” she asked eagerly. “How much of your cock were you able to get inside me?”
“A little more than eight inches, I think,” he replied, and she laughed in triumph. He laughed along with her for a moment before she spoke again.
“Did you see the bulge, Daddy?” she asked, the excitement in her voice making her sound like the little girl she used to be. “Your big cock inside me was actually making my stomach bulge!”
“Yes, sweetie, I did see it,” Sam replied, smiling at her enthusiasm and excitement. He looked down instinctively to see if the bulge was still there, but it had faded with the softening of his cock inside her.
“Oh my God, that was fantastic, Daddy!” she said, sitting up and propping herself up on her hand behind her, he still between her legs with his softening cock still inside her pussy. She looked down to see it there, then reached down and stroked the top of his softening shaft with her fingertips. She looked up at him, a girlish look on her face as she spoke again.
“Can we do it again, Daddy?” she asked, lightly stroking the top of his shaft with her fingertips. “Would you fuck me again? Please?”
“Right now?” he asked, and she laughed.
“No, silly, not right now!” she replied, sitting back on her hands again. “You have to give me a little time to recover before you ravage my poor little pussy with that great, big, bad cock again! But can we, Daddy? Please?” she asked, looking up at him with her best puppy dog look. He looked at her for a moment, pausing before smiling at her.
“I’d like that very much, sweetie,” he said. She smiled a big smile back at him as he answered her. “But right now we’ve got to get cleaned up. We’ve made quite a mess here,” he said, looking down at the big puddle of cum she was sitting in. She sat up and looked down, seeing it for the first time.
“Wow! That’s a lot of cum!” she said.
“And there’s gonna be more when I pull out of you,” he said, looking around her room. “You wouldn’t happen to have a towel handy, would you?” he asked.
She smiled at him and twisted her body to reach under her pillow, producing two hand towels that she had put there earlier. She grinned triumphantly as she handed one to her father, and he grinned back.
“You little minx! You had this planned all along!” he said, slapping her leg with the towel.
“Well, I wasn’t sure if we were going to fuck or not, but I was hoping we would so I put the towels under my pillow just in case,” she replied.
“Smart girl,” he said.
“I take after my mother!” she said, and he slapped her again.
‘In more ways than one,’ Sam thought to himself.
“Ready?” he said, holding his towel down to his cock.
“Ready,” she replied. He stepped back and slid his cock out of her pussy, and she caught the flood of cum pouring out of her in the towel with no problem. He caught his swinging cock in the towel in his hand, wiping the cum from it as she gingerly climbed off of the bed. He noticed that she was wincing as she moved.
“Oh, wow, that hurts!” she said, walking bowlegged away from the bed.
“You’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow,” he said, slapping her on her taut ass as she walked past him towards the bathroom.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to suck your cock and make you cum that way, won’t I?” she asked, smiling at him over her shoulder. She hobbled into the bathroom and closed the door, then he heard the shower running. He finished toweling off his now-soft and sated cock, then spread the hand towel over the puddle of cum on the bedspread before pulling the whole thing off her bed and taking it downstairs to the laundry room, padding naked through the house. He put the bedspread in the washer, tossing in some detergent and turning it on. Then he went upstairs to his bathroom and took another shower, washing the sweat and cum from his body, his mind replaying the morning’s events over and over in his head.
In her shower Lisa’s mind was doing the same thing as she washed her lithe body, gingerly soaping up her tender, abused pussy. She smiled as she thought of her father’s huge cock penetrating her and cumming inside her, and she couldn’t wait until the next time she could make him cum.
Shortly after that Sam was downstairs in the kitchen, dressed in his usual summer attire of a polo shirt, loose fitting shorts with no underwear, and his old leather deck shoes making breakfast when Lisa came down the stairs. She wasn’t bounding down the stairs with her usual gusto, but instead was walking carefully down the stairs at a pace that would have been normal for most people, but for her with her high energy level she was crawling. Sam felt sorry for her but couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at her too, and she heard it as she turned the corner and came into the kitchen.
“And just what are you laughing at, Mr. Smarty Pants?” she demanded playfully as she walked slowly across the kitchen floor to where he was standing. She looked gorgeous as usual, wearing another tank top that was the right size and not two sizes too small this time, a white bra, a pair of dark loose-fitting shorts and her nylon hiking boots. Her blond hair was tied up in a ponytail with the tail sticking out of the hole in the back of the adjustable baseball-style cap she was wearing. He looked her up and down quickly, admiring how beautiful and sexy she was, before replying.
“I’m sorry, Lisa, it’s just that it’s kinda funny to see you hobbling around like that! You’re usually such a bundle of energy that this is just so different and…well, kinda funny!” he said, watching as his daughter slid a chair out from the kitchen table and sat down slowly, bracing herself on the table.
“Well, you let someone shove a telephone pole up inside of you and see how bubbly you are!” she replied, smiling at him as she gingerly sat down on the chair. She leaned back in the chair and sighed as she relaxed.
“Hey, I warned you…” he said, finishing cooking the eggs he was working on. He slid them out of the pan and onto a plate, putting the plate down in front of Lisa. She smiled up at him in return as she picked up the fork sitting on the table.
“I know, I know,” she said, cutting into her eggs and glancing up at him from under the bill of her hat with a devilish look on her face as she continued, “but it was so good! And I can’t wait to do it again!”
“Don’t rush it, sweetie,” Sam replied, cracking two more eggs into the frying pan for himself. “Give yourself some time to recover, at least a day or two.”
“I don’t know if I can wait that long!” she said around a mouthful of eggs, smiling. “A day, yes, but two? I don’t think so!”
“Just play it by ear, Lisa, okay?” he suggested.
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, smiling sweetly at him. She was quiet for a few minutes as he sat down at the table across from her and began to eat his own eggs. After a few minutes she spoke up again.
“Does it get any easier, Daddy?” she asked, putting her fork down on her now-empty plate and sitting back. “I mean, will I get used to it, adjust to it or something like that?”
“I’m sure it does, sweetie,” he replied, smiling at her. “I mean, your mom did – I guess she did, anyway!”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she said, getting up slowly from her chair. “All I know is I’m so sore that I can’t even wear my thong panties!” she said, smiling.
“Mmm, now there’s a nice thought to take with me through my day!” Sam said, sitting back in his chair and smiling at her.
“So you like the thought of me walking around with no panties on, huh?” she said, giving him a sly smile as she walked over to him and bent down in front of him, resting her hands on the arms of his chair and giving him an incredible view of her cleavage. “Well, here’s a thought for you,” she said softly, kissing him on the side of his neck and then whispering in his ear. “When I get back from the mall, I’m going to suck that great big cock of yours and make it cum all over me again!” Then she kissed him softly on the lips, her tongue gently and quickly tracing over his lips. She stood up and smiled at him, then turned and walked carefully out of the kitchen. She was walking a little faster than she was before, but was still moving slower than usual.
Sam sat and watched her firm, rounded ass flexing as she walked, the image of her massive cleavage just inches in front of his face still fresh in his mind, and when he got up to put the dishes in the sink he did so with the leg of his shorts tented out by his semi-erect cock.
“Damned thing has a mind of its own,” he said to himself, smiling as he finished cleaning up the kitchen.
Lisa came home in the middle of the afternoon while Sam was in his home office working on a project, and he looked out of the window to see her pulling up into the driveway. He watched her as she got out of her car and headed towards the back door, noticing that she was moving a lot better now than she had been five hours ago. He heard the back door open and her walking across the kitchen floor towards his office, and a few seconds later she appeared in the door.
“Hi, Daddy!” she said, walking over to him and kissing him on the cheek. “Miss me today?” she asked, standing in front of him with her big breasts just inches away from his nose. She was deliberately teasing him, and he knew it. He decided to tease her back.
“Nah, not really,” he said, turning back in his chair and putting his hands back up to the keyboard. “Been too busy to really notice you weren’t here, actually!” He glanced out of the corner of his eye at her and saw the shocked look on her face, and then he started to chuckle. She laughed and smacked him playfully on the shoulder with the flat of her hand.
“You’re terrible!” she said, smacking his shoulder again for good measure. “Just for that I won’t give you the present I bought you today!” she said, holding a small bag behind her back.
“You bought me a present?” he asked, turning to face her and trying to see what was behind her.
“So now you’re interested, huh?” she said, grinning at him. “Well, that’s just too bad, Mr. Smarty Pants, because now you’re just gonna have to wait!” she said, backing up a few steps as he started to reach for the bag behind her.
“Don’t make me get up out of this chair, young lady,” he cautioned, smiling at her. “You know you can’t outrun me, not in your present condition!”
“Who says I’d run?” she asked, teasing him back. “Besides, I actually bought two things for you; one of them is kinda for me, but the other one is just for you!”
“So what is it?” he asked, curious.
“Give me about five minutes, then come up to my room and I’ll show you!” she said, turning on her heel and leaving the room before he could say anything. He felt his cock instantly begin to grow as his mind raced through all of the possibilities of what she could have had in the bag. He heard her going up the stairs to her room, then heard the door close. He sat back in his chair, waiting as she had asked, and by the time five minutes had gone by his cock was at half-mast and just waiting to get fully erect. He got up out of his chair, walked out of his room and up the stairs to her room, then knocked on the door.
“Come in, Daddy!” Lisa said from the other side of the door, so he opened the door to her room and stepped inside. His mouth dropped open at what he saw.
Lisa was standing next to her bed, her hands on her hips and one knee bent and in front of the other. She was wearing a sheer pink baby doll nightie trimmed with fake pink fur, matching sheer pink thong panties, and her hair was tied into pony tails on the sides of her head with pink ribbons. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the mounds of her generous breasts were clearly visible as they stood proudly on her chest, holding the front of the baby doll out from the rest of her body. Her nipples were hard and erect, poking at the thin material, and Sam felt his cock begin to respond immediately as she slowly turned in a circle in front of him to let him ogle her firm, round butt as the string of the thong disappeared between them. When she was facing him again she was smiling broadly, noticing the quickly growing bulge running down his pant leg.
“I see you like my outfit,” she said in a soft, sexy voice, a sexier voice than he’d ever heard come from her before, and the sound of it made his cock grow harder.
“Yes, I do, very much,” Sam replied, letting his eyes run up and down her body.
“So I see,” she said, looking directly at the outline of his cock pressing against his pant leg. “That must be getting very uncomfortable about now,” she said, walking over to him and rubbing his growing erection with the palm of her hand. “Why don’t you slip out of those shorts and set the monster free so I can play with him?”
“I can do that,” Sam said, reaching for his shorts and unfastening them. He let them drop to the ground as she looked down, and he saw her smile widen as his growing cock sprang into view.
“I love this big cock more and more every time I see it!” she said, reaching out and grasping it in her hand, her fingers barely able to fit around it only because he wasn’t fully erect yet. She tugged on it firmly with her hand and felt it growing in her fingers, getting longer, thicker, and harder with each passing moment until her fingers could no longer fit around it.
“Mmmm, I just love it when that happens!” she said sexily, her voice low. She moved in and kissed him then, the kiss deep and sensuous, and he slipped his arms around her and held her close as they kissed. She kept her hand on his now fully-erect cock, pumping it slowly. When she felt the precum begin to leak from the tip she broke off the kiss and backed up a bit, still keeping her grip on his shaft.
“Better let me take this off,” she said, lifting up the hem of her baby doll with one hand. “We wouldn’t want to get cum all over it the first time I wear it, now would we?” she said, releasing his cock and pulling the nightie up over her head with both hands. Sam watched her big breasts bob and sway with her movements, feeling his cock throbbing at the sight.
“No, I don’t guess we would,” he said, reaching out and stroking her breasts as she stood in front of him. She reached for his shaft again and wrapped her hands around it, pulling and tugging on it firmly. Her eyes were hooded and filled with lust, and the sight made Sam want her even more.
She backed up towards her bed, taking Sam with him by her grip on his cock. She sat down on the bed and pulled Sam closer to her, gripping his cock firmly and tugging on it harder to get his precum flowing. She was immediately rewarded with a big drop of the clear fluid appearing at the tip of his cock, and she smiled as she pulled his cock down to her mouth to lick it off with the flat of her tongue. She moaned with pleasure as she slipped her lips over the bulbous head of his thick, hard cock and sucked on it, pumping the shaft with her hands as she did so to suck the precum out of him. Sam could feel the familiar tickling in his shaft as his precum flowed, and he knew that he was flowly a river by now. She sucked on the head of his cock for nearly a minute, drinking the precum from his cock like she was drinking soda from a straw.
“Careful, sweetie, or you’re gonna suck me dry!” he said, looking down at her. She released the head of his cock from her sucking lips with a ‘pop,’ then looked up at him and smiled.
“Somehow I doubt that!” she said, licking her lips as she continued to pull on his hard cock. She looked back down at his cock and saw the precum at the tip, then looked back up at him in triumph. “See?” she said before licking the precum from his cock with her tongue.
“Now it’s time to get serious,” she said, looking back up at him. “I’m going to make you cum all over my tits this time!”
“You like it when I cum all over you, baby?” he asked, looking down and watching as she tugged on his cock.
“Yeah, I do!” she said, smiling up at him. “I just love the feeling of your thick, hot cum on my skin, it really turns me on!”
She turned her attention to his cock then, opening her mouth and sliding her lips over the head. She clamped her lips down around the head of his cock and began sucking it slowly into her mouth, working more and more of it in bit by bit as she pumped his shaft with both hands. She slathered her tongue along the underside of the head and then the underside of his shaft as she worked more and more of his cock into her mouth, swallowing the river of precum that flowed out of his cock and onto her wet tongue. Sam threw his head back, closed his eyes and stood there, just enjoying the sensations of his daughter sucking his big, thick, hard cock. He stood like that for several moments as she slid her mouth up and down his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth with each bob of her head, and when he looked back down he saw that she had a full six inches of his cock in her mouth. She held it in her mouth, swallowing his precum and running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, then looked up at him briefly before beginning to move. She began bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock, sliding the first six inches into her mouth over and over again, her jaws open wide to accommodate his girth, sucking on his cock as hard as she could. She continually pumped and stroked the rest of his cock in both hands, gripping his thick shaft firmly as she tugged on it. She wanted him to cum and cum quickly, as evidenced by the intensity of her actions on his cock, and he was more than willing to give her what she wanted.
“Oh, baby, that’s it, that’s it,” he moaned, putting his hand on the top of her head as he watched her suck his huge cock. “Keep that up, baby, and I’m gonna be cumming all over you in no time!” She nodded her head quickly with his cock still in her mouth, then slid one hand down to his big, heavy balls and gripped it firmly in her hand, squeezing and pulling on them as she gripped and sucked on his cock. He jumped when she did this, and she knew she had him. She tugged on his balls again, and felt his cock widen in her mouth as he groaned above her. She knew what was coming, and was ready for it.
“Oh God, baby, I’m gonna cum!” he warned, and she felt his cock widen in her mouth again and his balls shift in her hand as the first load of cum came racing up his shaft. His cock exploded in her mouth, the first stream of cum shooting right down her throat before she could get her mouth off of his cock. She gasped and swallowed the cum in her mouth as she held on to his cock, pointing it down to her breasts and pumping it as it throbbed and pulsed in her hands. Stream after stream of long, thick, heavy ropes of cum came blasting out of his cock in long torrents to land all over her chest and breasts, the cum splattering onto her face, chin and neck as it hit her breasts. She hosed herself down with his cock as it pumped and throbbed, laughing with glee as she watched his cock pump out his cum in torrents. By the time his orgasm was over his cock had pumped eight long streams of hot, thick, sticky cum out onto her big breasts, and she was literally covered with it from her chin down to the undersides of her breasts. She held on to his cock and squeezed the last drop of his cum from it, lifting the head up to her mouth and sucking it from the tip as his cum slowly slid down her breasts, dripping thickly from each nipple to land on her thighs. After making sure she had gotten all the cum from his cock she released her grip and let his cock go, and it swung down to hang heavily in front of him as it slowly softened. She looked down and held her hands up, laughing as she saw just how much cum he had shot onto her. She was drenched.
“My God, Daddy, you came big!” she exclaimed, looking up at him as he was gasping for breath. “I’ve never seen a man cum that much before!” she said as she reached down and plucked the cum dripping from her nipples with her fingers, then bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck the cum from them. He stood there, catching his breath without speaking, and watched as she licked his cum from her fingers after scraping it off of her breasts. Then she looked up at him and asked, “How much can you cum, anyway?”
“I don’t know,” he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, “never measured it. Two ounces, maybe…”
“Two ounces? Wow, Daddy, that’s a lot considering that the average man only cums about a tablespoon at most!”
“How do you know all this?” Sam asked, a quizzical look on his face. Lisa smiled up at him, shrugging her shoulders as she replied.
“I was curious after the first time I saw you cum, so I looked it up on the Internet!”
“Oh, I see,” he said, smiling at her.
“So I guess next time we’ll just have to measure it to see just how much cum you do shoot, huh, Daddy?” she said, a childish grin on her face.
“I guess so,” he replied.
“Time for me to go get cleaned up!” she said, standing up from the bed and then leaning over to kiss him, careful not to press her cum-covered breasts against his shirt. Then she walked past him towards her bathroom, and he smacked her on the ass as she went past. She yelped and laughed over her shoulder at him, then closed the door. A few seconds later he heard the shower running. Then he bent down and picked up his shorts, stepping back into them and fastening them before walking out of her room.
Later that night as he lay on his back in bed, his wife sleeping peacefully beside him after a long day at work, he thought back to the image of Lisa hanging on to his spurting, shooting cock as she aimed it at her breasts to cover herself with his cum, and the thought made his cock begin to grow. It grew quickly, reaching its full length and girth in a matter of less than a minute, and it was so hard it was throbbing. He looked over at his wife, sleeping on her side with the sheets down around her knees, her rounded, firm ass clearly visible in the moonlight. The sight of her ass made his cock throb even more.
“Shame to let this go to waste,” he said quietly to himself as he rolled over to her, pressing the hard tube of his big, thick cock against the crevice between her asscheeks as he slipped his arm around her waist and drew her close to him.
More to come….

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The Mom Incident

The Mom Incident
It started as a normal day for Ginger, her husband went to work and her son was off to school. The house work was always there and she wasn’t in the mood to clean today. Perhaps a visit to the new lingerie boutique at the mall was what she needed.
Upon arrival at the store she was amazed at the cost of there merchandise, my god she thought $95 for one outfit. It might be worth it as Russell her husband was more interested in golf these days then her.
Ginger was short five foot tall, around 145 lbs which had settled in her tits which were 36D’s and her ass. She had red hair, a great smile and as she had heard Russell’s friends say breeder hips. She enjoyed sex and not having any in six months was getting frustrating. Perhaps this outfit would spice her life up. After her purchase she stopped for a cup of coffee where the server tried to hit on her. Although she felt flattered he couldn’t have been more then 17 or 18, slightly older then her son.
He continued to make conversation and she noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Well at least he enjoys looking at me was her first thought. As she got up to leave he handed her a note which read, my name is Albert and a phone number. Smiling coyly at him she tucked the not in her bag, gave him a generous tip and headed for her car.
Once in the car she looked at the note. I should call him what harm can it do she thought, besides he liked looking at my tits. Dialing the number it rang three times before he answered with “Al here who is this”? Taking a deep breath she replied, “Hi I’m Ginger you gave me your number remember”? Al was shocked this was great, “Hi Ginger how are you”? “I’m fine, why did give me your name and number”? Al took a few seconds before answering. “How else can we go out if we don’t have each others phone numbers and names”? Go out with a 18 year old, Ginger what the hell are you thinking girl. “Well before we get ahead of our selves perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself”.
For the entire drive home he told her about how he had just quit school and wanted to become a musician. He took any job he could find where he worked during the day so he could work on his music at night. He explained he played best when he smoked pot, but only did it on an occasional base. He hadn’t had a girl friend in about a year and was looking for a date.
Ginger asked “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you”? Al laughed, “No way what are you thirty two or three”? This was a great compliment as she was going to be forty four on her birthday. She decided to lie and responded with “You guessed it thirty two”. She told him she was married but things weren’t going great and she needed outside interests. Al asked her what outfit she had bought at the boutique. Without any hesitation she replies, “Yellow bra and panties with black garter belt and stockings, and six inch heels”. “Wow I would sure like to see them on you”. She was giggling and coyly “Whispered perhaps someday.
They chatted for another few minutes, at that point Al asked her to come over to his place Friday night. “I’ll have to get back to you on that”. They both said good by and hung up.
It would be nice to go out on a date with a young guy she thought they have unbelievable stamina. How would I pull it off? From that point forward they talked at least twice a day. They became comfortable with each other and discussed getting together often. If only she could? The next two weeks went by with no opportunity for her to get away. Wednesday afternoon fate stepped in. She was cleaning when the phone rang it was Russell. “Hi honey, what’s up”? “Ginger they just asked me to go to our London office”. “Oh really, when”? “They want me to leave Friday, for the rest of the month to work on the Galaxo merger”. “Well we’ll talk about it tonight”. They hung up and she thought well now Al and I may be able to get together.
Thursday evening Russell packed for the long flight Friday and left at his usual time Friday morning. Her son Terry and her sat at the kitchen table discussing the trip and perhaps they would go over for a long weekend in a few weeks. Terry seemed up for the trip. Once he was gone she called Al. She explained they might be able to get together if wanted to. His delight was overwhelming he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. When, what time, what day, finally she cut him off and explained she would call later with the details. Before they hung up he asked “Any chance you can wear the outfit you bought at the boutique for me”? Her reply was “We’ll see”.
Terry got home from school at around two and was on the phone in his room for about twenty minutes before he came down stairs. “Mom, can I go with Stan’s family to there cabin tonight”? Well this was perfect both of them would be out for the weekend. “Sure honey, are they going to pick you up or do I have to drive you over”? “No they’ll be picking me up, his dad wants to get an early start to beat the weekend traffic”. “They’ll be here in about an hour”. “Ok go pack your stuff”.
No sooner had Terry left the house then she called Al. “Hi Al, I was wondering about getting together tonight, does that work for you”? “Sure does except my guitar player and I are putting the final touches on a new number we’ve been working on”. “Why not come over and listen to us”? “Afterwards we can get pizza”.
“Ok give me your address”. The next several hours she fixed herself and kept looking at the outfit. Oh hell put it on it makes you feel sexy so why not. Besides it’s not like your going to fuck him. Taking great pain to look her best she was ready to leave by 6:30.
Once in the car she called him and they chatted until she pulled up at his apartment. Parking the car she entered the building. She started looking for unit number 330. The unit was on the third floor at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath she knocked and the door opened. Al stood there in boxer shorts and nothing else. “Hi Ginger”. He bent over and kissed her. “Come in, this is Frank”. The two exchanged hellos, “Ginger please sit down”. “You really look great”. “Thank you”. They were working on this particular part of a song and just weren’t getting it right.
Al went to the kitchen and brought back three large joints and beers, “We need to chill out for a while before we can get back to the piece”. Before she realized it they lit up. All three were smoking and talking about the music. Soon the pot was taking an effect as she was feeling very mellow and very horny.
Al told Frank about Gingers visit to the boutique, “Have you seen the outfit she bought”? “No” replied Al. “I sure would like to”. Ginger giggled the guys got up and came over and sat next to her on the sofa. Al leaned into her and kissed her full on the mouth, there tongues inter locked. Frank was messaging her left breast and her nipples were rock hard. Al removed his tongue and Frank put his tongue down her throat while Al messaged her right breast. She felt a warm wetness between her legs, this feels wonderful was her thought. This continued for at least ten minutes she was wet, hot and horny. Finally they all came up for air, Ginger was breathing very heavily as Al spoke. “Ginger did you bring the outfit”? Smiling coyly she stood up and asked, “Bathroom please”. As she headed for the bathroom she realized both guys had huge hard ons.
She entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, girl these guys are as horny as you are. They seem to have good size cocks and you did wear the outfit. She kept asking herself if I go out there in this outfit they will realize I’m in the mood. What should I do? I hope they have rubbers. Finally she made a decision five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom. Both guys gave her a big smile. Frank spoke first,” Ginger come sit here between us”. “Ok but do you like my look”? From the looks of the bulges she didn’t need an answer. She sat between them.
Frank kissed her breast and immediately starting rubbing her clit through her panties. She spread her legs so he could get easy access. Al unhook her bra and it fell to the floor, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing had quicken as she felt a wave starting to sweep over her. She moaned, grabbed Franks hand as she started to spasm with delight. Frank looked into her eyes, “Let’s go to the bedroom”. The three of them got up and went in the room. Frank kissed her passionately on the mouth “Ginger please take off your panties”? Hooking the waistband of the flimsy material she wiggled her hips and down they came. Before leaving the house she had trimmed her bush so it was nicely cropped. “You are beautiful”, said Frank. Ginger looked into his eyes, “Honey fuck me”. Frank laid her on the bed and she spread wide as he got between her legs. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy several time and then gently slipped the head in. She felt a slight pressure then he was in. He had a large cock, bigger then her husband. “Go slow baby, I need to get use to that big cock of yours”. He worked up and down slowly but continued to push deeper and deeper until he felt the bottom of her pussy. “Ugh oh” was all they heard from her as he was now balls deep and his pumping had quicken. Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close she whispered, ”Baby shoot a big load deep in me please”. She just kept moaning until the wave of passion overtook her and she climaxed violently screaming with pleasure.
Frank exploded deep in her and it felt wonderful, hot cum was being pumped deep into her womb. They both lay there waiting for there breath to slow down.
Frank moved off and Al got between her legs, her pussy was leaking cum so his cock slipped right in with no trouble he went balls deep. “Honey you feel great pump slowly so we can enjoy it”. Al rhythm was slow at first the started to quicken. Her pussy was milking his cock, he pushed deeper, and she felt him stiffen and cum exploded out of his cock, hot cum once again flooding her womb. This caused another orgasm for her and she screamed and moaned with pleasure.
Al rolled off, she was really leaking cum. “Honey give me my panties so I don’t dribble all over the bed” Frank handed them to her and she pulled them on. “At least the cum will stay where you guys put it she said with a laugh”.
“Ginger you have one tight pussy it was great”. “Thank you Frank, your cock is really great”. “Both your cocks are really great”. “Right now my pussy isn’t as tight as it was as its very wet”. They all just sat there with big smiles. Ginger knew she needed that. “Ginger”? “Yes Frank” “How about a blow job”? “Well I suppose so on one condition”. “Which is” “You both fuck me again”.
“You’ve got a deal”.
Ginger got on her knees, she took Franks cock and kissed the head, swirled her tongue around it and took it deep in her mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her for a blow job and she was going to do her best. She sucked it deeply while messaging his nut sack. She kept up a slow motion of in and out while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt a warm feeling between her legs, another orgasm was coming. He pace quicken, she sucked the cock as deep as she could, he grabbed her head and held it in place as he shot spurt after spurt in her mouth. She swallowed once and pulled her head back so the remaining cum filled her mouth. His dick went lips, looking up in his eyes she opened her mouth to show him the load, closed her lips and swallowed.
Al and Frank both smiled you like cum don’t you“? Her response was “I sure do, Al baby would you like a blow job”? Al was on his feet with his cock in her mouth instantly.
She sucked Al’s cock just as she had Franks and as his cum filled her mouth she had yet another orgasm. She thought she saw stars.
They sat on the bed looking at each other; all Ginger could think about was I hope they can fuck me again. After about two hours of talking, Frank looked at her rolled on his back and said “Baby get on my dick”. “I thought you’d never ask, she said with a laugh”. She pulled her panties down and impaled herself on the rock hard cock. She was working it in and out, it felt wonderful as cum was still leaking out of her. Feeling pressure on her rectum she realized Al was going to butt fuck her. His cock was lubed up really well and it slipped in quite easily. She started crying as his cock went balls deep into her ass. Now she realized the cock heads were touching each other only being separated by a sheer membrane. It hurt but felt great at the same time. They work up a rhythm she started moaning and crying at the same time. Al came first and she felt her ass being flooded with hot cum, the feeling caused Frank to cum and her pussy was rewarded with another sperm bath. Which cause her to orgasm yet again really hard?
As there cocks plopped out she looked like a well fucked women and they all laughed at the comment. She told them “I’ve never been double fucked in my life much less had my ass fucked”. Al smiled at her “So what do you think” “Well I might be walking a little funny but I could get use to it if I practice a lot”.
They all lay there together and dozed off. When she woke up it had to be six thirty in the morning. Opening her eyes she realized the time. “Oh shit I’m screwed”, she sprang out of bed grabbed her clothes and was almost dressed before either guy was wide awake.
“Guys I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later” she was out the door and in her car in two minutes. The entire drive home she kept reviewing the events of the previous evening. My butt is sore as hell and my pussy feels almost the same but I feel great, at least well fucked she thought. I didn’t brush my teeth I can still taste there cum, in my mouth I’m such a whore, and she laughed. Once home she checked the answering machine, well no messages. Then a shower clean clothes and coffee.
She called Al and thanked him for a wonderful time. They joked about her walking and she told him yes in fact she was walking funny but could get very use to the feeling if he and Frank wouldn’t mind practicing with her. Al told her both guys were very willing to practice all she wanted. “I’ll call you Sunday sweetie and she hung up.
Sunday Terry came home and after a snack went to his room. She heard him on the phone but couldn’t hear who he was talking to. Since she needed a few things she called to Terry she was going out did he need anything and since he yelled back no she went out.
It took longer then she expected and didn’t get home for almost two hours. After putting the groceries away she headed up stairs, Terry’s door was closed but she heard voices. Knocking she opening the door her mouth fell open. Terry was on his bed watching his computer screen naked with his cock rock hard in hand. Sitting in the chairs were Al and Frank. They had rock hard cocks in hand too.
Terry smiles, “Mom you’re a porn queen”. “I am”? “Sure are we’ve watched the video twice already”. “They were videoing me”? Al and Frank stood up walked over to her and started taking her clothes off. Frank smiled, “Were going to do some practicing”. Hesitating she said ”My sons in the room”. Frank spoke “He wants that pussy and ass too”. “Really you do Terry”? As her bra feel to the floor she looked at her son, then her panties were slide down. They moved her to the bed where Al laid down cock straight up. Coyly she asked “For me”? “Sure is Ginger”. As she lowered herself onto the stiff cock Terry said “Mom I want a blow job like you gave the guys Friday, ok”? Since Terry’s cock was already in her mouth all she could do was grunt yes.
The three cocks worked slowly at first then gradually started to quicken the pace. Her sons cock twitched, he grabbed her by the head pushed his cock deep down her throat and blew a large spurt of cum down her throat. Pushing him back so the head was still in her mouth she continued to suck as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He spurted six times before it stopped. His dick plopped out and she showed him the generous load of cum in her mouth then closed her lips and swallowed. The other two cocks were working her to a feverous pace and the fire between her legs burst like a dam. The orgasm was wondrous and a moment later her bowels were rewarded with a generous load of hot sticky cum. Thirty seconds later her hips were pulled deep on the cock and her pussy received a deep sperm shower.
The three lay there letting there breathing return to normal. Terry looks at her “Mom, the guys will be staying with us until dad gets home”. “In the next few weeks you will be practiced with every day at least twice”. “Unless you have to go out all you need to wear are panties in the house”. “Oh”? “We really like your tits bouncing around” Al chimed up with “The big wet stains in the front and back of your panties look really sexy too”. She smiled “I could not do it without you guys, but this must be our secret, right”? “Ginger got up and headed for the shower, how do I get myself into these things? Later we must discuss condoms. All they want me in is panties, guess I have to go shopping soon.

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