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Bizarre! part 2

Ruggles wakes up. It’s two in the morning. His horn went down into his head. He opens his eyes and yawns. Lying next to him is the sweetest looking boy he’s ever seen. He’s one year younger, big pink hair, tiny hands and feet, rosey cheeks, big lips but a small mouth, violet eyes, a small nose and short eyebrows. This boy is named Wim. Wim was only about ten years old, one year younger than Ruggles.
“Hi!” Wim said
“Who are you?” Ruggles asked
“I’m the dancer around here. I want to sing, but Sonic says I have too big a lisp. My name is Wim. Sonic told me your name is Ruggles. I like that name. It’s so cute sounding.”
“How did you get in here?” Ruggles asked
“I’m everywhere, man. I mean this place is so fun.” Wim replied with a smile
Sonic opened the door and grabbed Ruggles’ cock. Ruggles looked down at his penis and found it had grown a full inch.
“Wow, Ruggles! You have a big one!” Wim exclaimed
“Not that big. Did you see mine?” Sonic said
“No. What is it like?” Wim asked
Ruggles thought Wim had been around here long enough to know what Sonic does to boys like him. Maybe Wim was a schizo and would act differently at different points. Maybe he had managed to go through this whole time without getting fucked.
The night went on and Sonic felt Ruggles up and down. Wim looked away and had no idea what was happening. Ruggles figured that Wim was truly asexual, like he felt he was at some points.
Ruggles longed for the days he spent with Ajax. The days, before the horrible night he was taken away.
The sun was already up at two thirty in the morning. At this point Wim ran off to eat a bunch of grapes at breakfast, like he always did. Wim constantly ate the large bluish grapes that grew in the garden. He would always drink from the clean, non-toxic spring water. Wim actually loved this place. It was better than his home planet, Neon 8. Neon 8 was constantly being fired on by ice covered lava and was overrun by cannibalistic Timocratic Latina aliens who spent their time killing the people by poisoning the water supply and feeding off of the bodies. In one attack, 1,707 of Wim’s native kind were killed, including his two sisters. His parents abandoned him when he was just born. They left him in a picnic basket on the ledge of Sonic’s place. They thought he would have a better life. No one saw his parents again. Most people assume they were lost on their way back to Neon 8. They basically travelled through equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle. Wim knew nothing about his sisters or his parents. All he knew is that he was meant to dance.
Sonic showed the boys a pair of purple swords. He said these swords were from the great war.
“What war?” Ruggles asked
“There was a war years ago, in which…”
Just then a group of conjoined triplet women came in and kissed Sonic. Sonic said hello to the ladies. The sun shined through the window, directly Wim’s face. They went over to Wim and put their fingers all over him. Ruggles looked on anxiously as they stroked Wim’s boy breasts. Wim came a bit, because one woman’s hand was on his dick. When Wim wasn’t looking, Ruggles swiped some of the cum and licked it. The cum tasted like pineapple. Ruggles jacked it again and fucked one triplet up the ass. That triplet moaned like a cow getting milked. She moaned loudly, while Sonic licked the other triplet’s assholes.
Later, after that sexual encounter, Ruggles inspected the house. He found a bloody knife. Wondering what this was all about, he went into the basement of the house looking for a body. There he found Calpurnia, gagged and bound, with a wound in her chest. Ruggles fit the knife in to see if that was the knife that killed her. It was in fact. Ruggles cried over the dead corpse of his co-worker. She smelled horrible, on account of the fact that people release their bowels when they die.
Wim ran in looking for Ruggles, but Ruggles hid the body so Wim’s virgin eyes could not be harmed. Well at least they seemed to be virgin eyes. Wim was still mysterious to everybody in the house, especially Rugles who had just met him.
“Wim, do you wanna’ show me around the house?” Ruggles asked
“Sure!” Wim replied
The two walked outside and looked through the grass.
“You know there aren’t that many people, Wim” Ruggles said inspecting the lush garden
“But the food is great!” Wim said, eating an apple he had just picked
Ruggles stared at Wim while he ate. Wim compulsively ate the fruits and vegetables he was surrounded by. The clear waters were not poisoned with the toxic from earth.
Suddenly, Sonic burst in in order to find the boys.
“What are you two doing out here?” Sonic asked while holding Ruggles by the hand
“Nothing!” Ruggles said quivering
A tingly feeling rushed through Ruggles. He started to sweat and got very hot, causing his balls to be wet and sag downward. Sonic took Ruggles away and let Wim stay in the garden. He gave Wim a bag of hard candies and sent him along, while he felt Ruggles’ sweaty ball sack. He tugged on his scrotum and then put his hand up Ruggles’ ass. Ruggles clenched around the hand, while it twisted around up his asshole. His ass wasn’t filled with shit, being that Ruggles had wiped well before. Sonic went deeper and deeper until he was touching Ruggles prostate. Sonic massaged Ruggles’ prostate, trying to force Ruggles to become erect. Ruggles dick shot up and pointed ahead. He hadn’t exploded yet, but he got the feeling every guy gets just before their orgasm. Ruggles’ nose had beads of seat dropping from the tip and his knees were weak. He breathed heavily and his stomach grew outward.
Then he came a little bit onto the ground.
“You better get ready for your performance, Ruggles!” Sonic said while pulling his fist from Ruggles’ rectum.
Ruggles quickly remembered his lie about acrobatics and ran off to enlist the help of Wim.
Wim, having finished the candy, had now started eating bread and a banana. Ruggles asked Wim about dancing and acrobatics.
“Well, Ruggles. It’s all about confidence. if you think you’ll fall, you will. If you don’t think you will, you’ll stay up. I mean if you know the basics your fine.”
“What if I don’t know the basics?” Ruggles asked
“I’ll teach you a little bit” Wim replied
Over the course of a few days, Wim taught Ruggles the ropes. Of course he could not go over everything, he went over the most important stuff.
The performance was cancelled when Ruggles claimed to have hurt his foot. Smiley, Dingo. Smed, Onyx, D2, and Zray, Sonic’s friends, were all dissapointed. Sonic, to apologize for the cancelled dance, allowed Ruggles to be used as a table. They layed him out on his stomach and ate food off of his ass and his back. They would put cold drinks and other chilled food on his ass to cause him discomfort. Smed asked
“Jethro, where did this boy come from? He is perfect. I mean look at his penis, and his buttocks, and his face. The cheek bones and nose are uncannily well placed. And his hair smells beautiful. What’s your price?”
“I just got him, Smed. Cool your jets, you can get him once he goes through the rest of puberty. Look, he’s hardly got pubic hair, and he doesn’t have any armpit hair yet. When he grows armpit hair, he’ll go with you.”
“Sounds fair!” Onyx added
“Now wait a minute. Pre pubescence is the best time. His asshole is still small and pink and his skin is clear of blemishes and it is soft. Soon he will grow several inches, but know he is barely five feet.” Dingo added while carresing the back of Ruggles’ thigh
“Well I will not give him up, just yet!” Sonic said stamping his foot
“How about you two share him” D2 said
“What cut him in half?” Smed said
“Maybe” Sonic replied whilst grabbing Ruggles left ass cheek
The arguing stopped and they decided that Ruggles should be available to everyone, but based out of Sonic’s mansion. The men played with Ruggles for about an hour. Onyx poured a glass of tea down Ruggles’ ass. Ruggles shot it out of himself and felt the cold liquid flow from his hole. When he stopped D2 started to cum in his face. A white string hit just above Ruggles’ eye. Sonic made Ruggles kiss his ass. Ruggles puckered up and put his lips on Sonics butt. The men left Ruggles naked in the field all alone.
Ruggles cried when he heard of all the men who would visit him. But his somber mood was cut short when a mysterious man dropped in. He ran out into the field and Ruggles followed him. It was night. Wim was fast asleep already, but Ruggles snuk around looking for the man. The man fired of a gun and vanished.
Wim came running out eating a piece of cheese. He called Ruggles in as quietly as he could.
“What are you doing out here Ruggles you could get killed? Sonic will beat you. And he has like a trillion dogs outside this place. Those dogs are mean. I tried to taste one’s dog food and he bit my hand and my belly. My hand scar cleared up but do you wnat to see the other one.”
Wim took off his shirt and showed Ruggles where the dog bit him. But Ruggles noticed something else on Wim’s body. He noticed a mark on the side of Wim’s body. It was a bizarre sign signifying royalty. Ruggles had seen this sign before at Ajax’s. This led Ruggles to believe that Wim was a prince of Neon 8.
The man ran at him, pointing his gun. He fired 3 rounds and jumped into a back flip. The man was wearing roller skates and an orange suit. Sonic screamed at the man and ran down a the stairs, carrying a bazooka. They both fired, almost killing Ruggles and Wim. Wim jumped on top of Ruggles, but felt something hard in Ruggles’ pants. It was Ruggles hard on. Strange for someone to be able to get it up in a time like this, but Ruggles was a strange kid. The bazooka blasted through trees and grass and pieces of shrapnel flew everywhere. Wim disregarded Ruggles’ erection and grabbed a rock and plugged Sonic’s bazooka. The rock felt back into the bazooka and got stuck in the machine causing it to malfunction. The man had the upper hand are shot Sonic in the elbow. The man then dropped the gun and ran at Sonic. Ruggles grabbed the revolver and hid it in his pants. The man kicked Sonic in the teeth and dragged him off. The man pulled the rock out of the bazooka and fired it. The bomb blew up a chunk ground and revealed magma. The man dipped Sonic’s shoe in and it burned. But, Sonic noticed something– the man had no arms and only one leg. He had prosthestics that had moving and fully functional fingers. So Sonic pulled off one of the arms and threw it away, while he hobbled off with his elbow bleeding.
The man followed the arm, while Ruggles and Wim left. Wim walked side by side with Ruggles as Ruggles prepared to tell Wim the secret which had been kept from him.
When they got to their room, the two women Ruggles had seen before were waiting on his bed. They were all on top of another person. Ruggles shooed them away only to discover himself.
Ruggles panicked seeing that it seemed he had a clone. He ran off with Wim, who was completely confused. They ran down to the field again to talk to the man. The man pointed the gun at Ruggles and said
“This will be a long engagement, if you can’t grow up and act your age, cause nothing gets easier from this point on. Nothing!”
“What the hell do you mean!” Ruggles yelled through his tears.
“Ruggles, calm down…” Wim said, just before he was cut off by Ruggles who said
“Shut up. This doesn’t concern you, Wim.”
“He’s why I’m here Ruggles, not for you, for him!” the Man said
“Wim? You’re here for him!” Ruggles
:”Yes him. I’m here for Wim!” The Man said frustrated
“Wim, go with him!” Ruggles said
“No, I want to stay here!” Wim said
“You don’t have a choice, WIm. Your family wants you back.” The Man said
WIm ran away across the castle. Ruggles looked at him and his hair bouncing up and down. This was just the second day Ruggles and Ruggles had posed a few more questions then questions he had answered. Who was the Man? Why is there a second version of himself? Where are all these women coming from? Is Sonic completely crazy or just a pervert? And most importantly, he wondered, where the fuck he was?

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Club Night

We had decided to get together… and I found a couple of other guys willing to meet with us so we went out for drinks at a local club dancin and gettin hot…every girl was jealous and trying to get all you guys away from me and you only had eyes for me. Hands running all over each other on the dance floor… anywhere you could touch… kissing… licking… everyone at the club was watching as the three of you started to unbutton my shirt, slid it down my shoulders and off my arms, caressing my breasts with hands and mouths one of the other guys knew the bar owner so we wouldn’t get kicked out… someone grabbed a drink and poured it down the front of me… you reached down and started sliding my skirt up my thighs grabbing as you reached the curve of my ass, I wrapped one leg around you while the other two guys got on thier knees and began to run their hands all over me I wrapped my arm around your neck and brought your mouth to mine for a kiss as I felt someone’s finger on my pussy. Slowly you undo my skirt and slide it down my legs… leaving me standing there in nothing but my thong.
I reached for one of the other guys and started to unzip his pants to reach in and grab his cock to start sucking, as I went to my knees to suck him you went down on the floor and slid between my thighs and started fucking me with your tongue as you were fucking me with your tongue and I was sucking on one cock I began to want more… the second guy came over and pulled his cock out and began to slide his hand up and down it’s hard length.
I reached out and grabbed his cock and brought my lips to the large head and began to run my tongue around it, over and over, each time I did he groaned. My hips moving and bucking with each flick of your tongue, I wanted all of you… filling each of my tight holes and mouth… the pounding of the music began to get faster and just as you felt my body start to tense and orgasm you slid your finger into my tight ass, with both cocks filling my mouth I couldn’t scream out as I covered your face with my juices and bucked against your finger in my ass trying to get more. Looking around the club at the disipating croud… I was searching for a place to move
to for the four of us to fuck with complete abandon. as I continued to survey the room I saw people everywhere who had decided to join the party we started… I looked at the stairs and the owner was motioning for us to join him in his office. We got off the floor and walked over to the stairs following the owner up the three of you had shed your clothes on the way and were now completely naked. Spotting a big overstuffed couch in one corner I pulled you down onto it with me and straddled your lap, your cock standing hard and begging for attention, I wrapped my hand around it and positioned my still dripping pussy over it, thrusting down onto you. One of the other guys came over and got down on his knees and pulled my cheeks apart and began to fuck my ass with his tongue. Watching from across the room the owner and his friend began to talk about the way we were fucking and his office was at our disposal… that we could use his big cherry wood desk if we let him stay and watch… possibly joining the forray… with his tonuge still in my ass, he began to slide his finger in and out as I rode you harder and harder… I looked over my shoulder and begged him to fuck my ass. With no further encouragement he got on his feet and positioned himself for easy entrance to my tight little hole… my pussy still filled with your cock felt so wet… he slid his cock into my ass and with each stroke I could feel myself getting closer to cumming again…
you reached up and took my nipples into your mouth one at a time, and he started sucking on my fingers… I could feel each of you was nearing orgasm as you both started pumping harder and faster, “Oh God yes, fuck me. I want your hot cum.” as he was ready to shoot his load he pulled out of my ass, stood next to me and came all over my tits. As it slowly dripped down to my nipple, I leaned forward as you got ready to cum and you licked the cum from my nipple as you sucked it, brought your lips to mine to share the cum with me as you pulled out and came all over my tits. Our two watching friends were working their cocks eagerly as they
watched and I walked over to the desk chair and sat the third guy down in it and straddled his lap… once my ass was filled with his cock he put my legs over each arm of the chair… spreading my pussy wide for another hard cock, sliding me up and down his length. The club owner quickly shed his clothing and came over to the chair, leaning over us he thrust his cock into my waiting, dripping pussy. As he thrust in and out of my pussy he grabbed a handful of my waist length hair and pulled my head back to bare my throat, and force my mouth to open further than normal. looking over at you – watching, I motioned for you to come to me… your cock
was already growing again from watching me get pounded from both front and back. You walked over and put your cock in my mouth and proceeded to pump in and out of my mouth. I came again and again, drenching both cocks that were furiously fucking me now, wanting release. Both men grunting with each stroke I could tell they were nearing release… taking your cock out of my mouth I continued to stroke it but I wanted to watch both of these men cum. The club owner came first,
he shot one shot into my pussy, then pulled out and came all over my stomach and tits. The owner’s friend pulled out of my ass and slid into my pussy also shooting one shot into my pussy then sliding his cock between my lips against my clit as he finished shooting his load onto my stomach. Our third friend watching from the couch was fucking his cock with his hand and ready to cum again. I motioned for him to come over and do the same that the other two had done. I wanted you to be the last so that you could again fuck me with your tongue and taste the five of us and then share it with me. As our third friend came I could feel myself again
ready to cum… I begged you to cum with me… I wanted to taste the flavors of all of us and you knew how I wanted it. You pulled me out of the chair and laid me down on the desk, stood between my legs and put my feet on your shoulders, slowly entering my swollen wet pussy, your finger against my clit, you slide just the head of your cock in and out of me as you rub my clit, harder and harder, feeling my muscles tighten ans I start to scream and grab the sides of the desk, you thrust into me once and as you do I arch my back and cum all over your hard cock, mixing the juices from the four of us so far, I want to taste all of us, knowing that I want you to suck them out of me, taste them and share them with me, I tighten even more around your cock making you buck against me and start to cum one last time. Following suit with the other three guys, you cum inside of me once and shoot the rest over my stomach and breasts. I am so full of cum… both mine and that from the four of you. as you kneel between my thighs and bring your lips, and tongue to my sopping pussy I moan as you pull my thighs further apart, opening me to
your waiting tongue, making a spoon with your tongue you suck everything that you can out and slide up the length of my body, bringing your lips to mine, I eagerly open my lips to share the sweet mixture from your mouth. After showering in the private bathroom, the five of us sat talking and drinking into the morning hours, as the sun began to shine through the windows, getting horny again, I started to slide my fingers in and out of my pussy, each of you looking at each other, I could see how it was affecting all of you, I got on my hands and knees on the desk and could feel everyone’s hands and mouths on my body. We stayed there as the sun rose
high in the sky, sucking, fucking and cum everywhere.
I am cumming for you all over my fingers right this moment……..

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Fantasm

The Forlorn Lovers

A man whose life has been painted with tragedy meets a woman who has never known happiness, and the world suddenly changes for them both.

Fiction

Adventures with Hannah: Chapter 2

I awoke to the most amazing feeling. Every morning, as it goes with men, I have a raging hard on. Hannah, who cuddled with me all night, must have woke before me and noticed my rigid cock. I awoke to the feeling of my whole cock engulfed in something warm and wet and I nearly came right there. I looked down and saw nothing but Hannah’s dark hair and I knew that meant she was sucking my cock. Hannah had never given me a blowjob, the only time my cock had been in her mouth was as I pumped cum down her throat after our ass fucking last night. I assumed Hannah might not be a very good cock sucker since she wasn’t, to my knowledge, very sexually experienced. I am very happy to say that I was wrong. Hannah’s head bobbed up and down on my cock and I leaned back and let her give me complete pleasure. Hannah had said she wanted to fulfill my desires and having her give me fantastically good blowjobs was certainly one of them. Another was throat fucking. While Hannah was sucking me plenty deep and I could feel the tip of my cock brush up against the back of throat, it wasn’t truly deep throat. The pleasure I was receiving was still all coming from Hannah’s sweet mouth, and someday I was looking forward to treating the tight tube that is Hannah’s throat the same way I treated her ass and pussy last night.
This isn’t in any way a complaint, mind you. This was a fantastic blowjob and I was more than happy to be on the receiving end. But as Hannah fulfilled each fantasy the next one popped into my mind.
Hannah’s skillful sucking was more than doing the job and I made it clear as the time approached that she was going to make me cum. I wasn’t sure if she’d want a mouth full of cum first thing in the morning, though if she did I’d happily oblige. Hannah continued to slide her mouth along my now slippery cock, and when the time came I lifted my hips slightly and released. Hannah responded by forcing her own head down as far as she could, nearly gagging herself, and accepting my cum load. After dumping an unbelievable amount of cum into her last night I was spent, but I’d had a good night’s sleep to reload. My first (of many) loads today was strong and powerful. I could hear Hannah slurping, eagerly trying to keep it all in her mouth. I pumped repeatedly, shaking and moaning as wave after wave of cum fled my body. I could feel Hannah swallow, and the thought of my cum sliding down her throat made me unbelievably happy. Just like last night, Hannah’s efforts were futile. Cum slid out of her mouth and soon coated the remaining shaft of my cock that wasn’t in her mouth. Cum began pooling up around the base, in my pubic hair, and on my balls. As the orgasm receded Hannah pulled her mouth off my cock and began sucking up the cum that had gotten away. It was absolute heaven.
I pulled Hannah up to me. She looked exhausted from the work she’d done, but she still gave me a beautiful smile. Forgoing a kiss, I slid halfway down the bed and pulled Hannah over me.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, realizing what I was driving at, and she positioned herself above me. She straddled my face and with two soft fingers she pulled her panties aside. Hannah’s warm and sweet smelling pussy hovered just above me, looking as delicious as ever. I ran my hands up the back of her legs until I reached her ass, then I pushed down slightly until I was smothered by her sopping pussy. I dove in, licking and sucking and thrashing my tongue around trying to make Hannah feel as good as she’d made me feel. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed with my ever lick and soon Hannah was thrusting down, fucking my face, grinding her pussy into me. Hannah grabbed the back of my head and held me strong, riding my tongue, until I felt the sweet convulsions of orgasm start to sweep over her. If it was even possible, Hannah’s pussy became creamier and wetter as she came, flooding my with flavor, until she collapsed above me.
As she rolled off on me, Hannah gave me a devilish smile. “I love the taste of your cum,” she winked at me.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, a little surprised by her openness.
“Yeah, I’ve never tasted cum before, so I didn’t know what to expect, but I’ll say I’m pleasantly surprised.”
“Well, there’s more where that came from,” I winked back before making my way to the bathroom.
The rest of the morning and afternoon progressed much like this. Hannah and I talked a lot about sex, our previous experiences, what we liked and were interested in. I was surprised how comfortable she was about it, considering how quiet she usually is, but I loved this new level to our relationship. We made love twice more that day, alternating between sweet and passionate, really the first conventional sex we’d had in our relationship.
We decided to take in an early movie, followed by dinner and then who knows what. After showering clean from a day of lovemaking, Hannah and I climbed into my truck and headed to the theater.
Going to the movie before dinner, instead of the other way around, turned out to be a boon for us. The multi-plex ticket lines were mostly old people and kids, so the R-rated film we chose was nearly empty. After buying two popcorns and drinks, Hannah and I made our way to the top of the theater. A few stragglers found seats below us but we were basically alone. The movie started and Hannah and I both began munching on our popcorn and generally enjoying the date. I had a few thoughts about being a little naughty in the theater, but I wasn’t really that bold when it came to public action. Even though Hannah had shown herself to be plenty bold last night, I didn’t think she would be either.
About half an hour into the flick I had finished almost all my popcorn, but Hannah had only made a small dent in hers. “This popcorn is a little bland, don’t you think?” she whispered to me.
I shrugged. I guess I thought it was okay.
“Needs more salt,” she mused. I thought she might be hinting that I should take it back to the snack bar and salt it for her, but before I could get up she spoke again. “Why don’t you cum on it for me?”
I nearly dropped my drink in shock. “What?!?” I whispered back, not sure that I actually heard her right.
“I want you to cum on my popcorn. It’ll be the best popcorn I’ve ever eaten!” she whispered excitedly.
“Okay,” was all I managed in return.
“Hold the bag,” she said as she handed me her popcorn. Then Hannah leaned over into my lap and quietly began undoing my pants. My cock had begun to stiffen and Hannah lovingly wrapped her hand around it and caressed me to full erection. I looked around to make sure we wouldn’t be seen, but Hannah didn’t wait for my approval to begin.
Between the darkness of the theater and Hannah’s jet black hair obscuring and sight, I couldn’t see my cock or what Hannah was doing. But the unmistakable warm and wet feeling of her sweet tongue circling my head told me Hannah was ready to repeat the amazing cock sucking she had woken me up with. Hannah wasn’t in a hurry, she circled my head until it was soaking wet and I could feel saliva beginning to roll down my shaft. My cock was aching as she teased me, and I don’t know if she knew this much or not, but the longer I’m teased the more cum boils up from inside.
I nearly jumped with pleasure and surprise when she swallowed me whole. I felt her lips wrap around my head for a second and then she plunged down as far as she could, cramming the head of my cock into the back of her mouth. I stifled a moan and reflexively thrust my hips up into her. I felt Hannah’s hand wrap around the base of my cock, holding me steady for the coming assault, and then the real cock sucking began. My cock was fully lubricated now, slippery and stiff, and Hannah sucked me hard and fast. Her head bounced in my lap and her tongue worked feverishly up and down my shaft. I tried desperately to be silent but the pleasure was out of this world, and I’m sure our fellow movie goers must have heard my poorly stifled moans and sighs.
Thoughts of flooding Hannah’s throat and mouth with my cum, like I’d done twice before and planned to do many more times, came rushing to my mind. Then I remember the whole reason Hannah had gone down in the first place, and the thought of Hannah enjoying a tasty snack coated in my thick semen pushed me over the edge. I tugged gently on Hannah’s hair and whispered that I was ready. Hannah pulled off me, squeezing my cock with her lips one last time as she did, and sat back. Leaning forward and pulling Hannah’s bag of popcorn down between my legs, I angled my cock to the top of the bag and released. I could hear sprays of cum splash the inner sides of the bag and I aimed it so that every drop would flow down onto Hannah’s snack. After a minute I was spent and I was sure there was a thick pool of cum slowly seeping down and coating Hannah’s popcorn.
The rest of the movie was lost on me. After zipping up and handing Hannah her snack, I spent the rest of the movie watching Hannah nibble on popcorn covered in my cum. I was transfixed. Watching Hannah eat food covered in my cum was driving me wild, a fetish I never knew I had. Hannah cooed and made little yummy noises and I knew that our lives were going to be deeply changed by what had transpired this evening.
After the movie Hannah and I went out to dinner. The meal was fine and we chatted some. Hannah was her usual quiet self. There was a whole other side of her I was discovering in these past 24 hours, and I was about to unearth even more secret facets of Hannah’s sexual side.
When we got back in my truck after dinner, Hannah suggested we stop for ice cream. Admittedly, I made a lame joke about putting a ‘topping’ on Hannah’s ice cream, and Hannah smiled at my adolescence. We arrived at the ice cream stand to find it packed with patrons, and after a long wait, I ordered a pretty uninteresting dipped cone and Hannah order the largest popsicle I’d ever seen. It was long and wide, phallic looking though I didn’t really realize it at the time, and bright orange. Hannah seemed a little perturbed by how crowded the ice cream stand was and after we received our orders, she suggested we drive across the street and park in the parking lot of an abandoned department store to “enjoy our treats in peace.” I obliged and we wound up alone in the cab of my truck in the darkest corner of an empty parking lot.
After a few minutes of nibbling and chatting, I had just about finished my cone and I noticed Hannah had plenty of popsicle remaining. Just like the popcorn, she had plans for this treat that I knew nothing about.
“Shane,” she said. “Hold my popsicle.”
As she spoke she began to slowly undress. I was eager to watch and see where this was going. Even in the dim light of the abandoned parking lot I could see Hannah’s luscious breasts bounce out of her bra and I just about drooled as she slid her shorts and panties off, spreading her legs in my direction.
“Now watch,” she said as she grabbed her popsicle back from me. First she repositioned in the passenger seat, leaning against the door and slouched halfway down. She pointed her pussy in my direction and spread her legs, one up onto the seat back, one down onto the floor. As she did, she brought the popsicle to her mouth and slowly swirled it in her cheeks and across her tongue. Fond memories of my cock being in the same position gave rise to a growing erection.
From her lips she slid the tip of the popsicle down her body, leaving a glistening trail, between the gorgeous mounds of her tits, across her sexy stomach, over her navel, stopping at the top of her pussy. When the cold treat hit her sensitive clit she erupted with a load squeal. I was enraptured watching her tease herself. She spent the next few minutes sliding the popsicle, with the tip pointed down, up and down along the outside of her pussy. Her beautiful pussy lips hugged the frozen treat and Hannah was a constant source of moans and exclamations of how cold her pussy felt. Melting popsicle began dripping down to the seat. Her hot pussy had started to turn the outside of the popsicle into melted slush.
The melting had reduced this jumbo popsicle to about the size of a regular popsicle, and at this point Hannah pointed it to the heart of her vagina and drove it home. She gasped as its cold reached deep inside her, certainly a feeling she wasn’t used to, and I moaned with desire as I was about dying just wanting to be enveloped by that wonderful pussy. Hannah began fucking herself, using the popsicle as a dildo, thrusting it in and out. A mix of popsicle and pussy juice absolutely poured out of her, soaking the seat. As the popsicle gradually became smaller Hannah beckoned for me to join her with one tantalizing finger. I leaned down on the seat and found a delicious treasure with my tongue. An unbelievable flavor combination of orange and hot pussy filled my mouth and juices coated most of my face. Hannah cried in ecstasy as she pulled the popsicle stick completely out, leaving the last tiny portion of the popsicle to melt inside her. I searched for it with my tongue, digging and lapping and loving every second of it. My cock strained in my pants and I knew soon I would need release.
When the fervor of Hannah’s display subsided, I rose and told Hannah not to move. I exited the truck and made my way around the passenger side. From there I opened the door and instructed Hannah to face me and lie flat on the seat. She did, laying her stomach in the puddle of sloppy juice on the seat. I positioned her so her shoulders we at the edge of the seat so her head and neck stuck out the door unsupported. Hannah realized what I wanted and I before I had even undid my pants she had her mouth open wide, making the cutest and sexiest “ahhhhh.”
I stepped up onto the running board and freed my hard cock. Hannah held her head up high and opened as wide as she could as I directed my cock at her sweet tongue. Contact was made, sending shivers through me, and I eased my cock into Hannah’s mouth. At this point I think Hannah believed I wanted some exotic blowjob, as she started to bob her head on my cock. I stopped her and told her just to hold still and relax. She did, looking up at me with wondering eyes.
I pushed slowly at first. My cock hit the back of Hannah’s mouth and when I continued to push I could see the surprise in her eyes. I heard her lovely gag just when my cock brushed up against a tight inner hole. My cock was now at the precipice of Hannah’s throat, and I held her head in place through four or five gags until she had overcome it and accepted my cock. Then I pushed further. The tight sphincter of Hannah’s throat clenched as my cock intruded. I urged her to relax, though it wouldn’t matter, my driving cock would force her throat open if necessary. Hannah relaxed some and my cock advanced. The feeling of her tight throat muscles wrapping up my cock was intense, and desire overwhelmed me. I held the back of Hannah’s head firmly and began fucking her sweet throat. Hannah gagged some more as my cock slid out and reentered, and I felt my cock getting slick with saliva and throat juices. The increase in tempo and force had caused Hannah to tighten up, and my cock was now invading her throat, forcing it wide and diving in. I grunted and growled and fucked with intensity. Hannah’s nose pushed hard against my stomach and my balls slapped her chin.
Driven by lust, I leaned forward into the truck, planting my cock firmly in Hannah’s now accepting throat. One hand still held Hannah’s head in place but now the other reached down her back and toward her perfect ass. Laying flat on her stomach, Hannah’s ass was a beautiful mound rising high above her back. My middle finger slid straight down her gorgeous crack and stopped on her immaculate asshole. Hannah gurgled something, completely choked by my cock, and I carefully pushed my finger into her anus. Her tight ass didn’t give easily but my finger spread her and became wrapped in her warmth. Hannah moaned again, simultaneously penetrated like she’d never been before, and I responded by driving my finger in to the middle knuckle. Hannah’s ass was suffocating and I wondered how I ever managed to fit my cock inside. Playing with Hannah’s ass while she struggled with my cock in her throat sent me flying to a fantastic orgasm.
Still deep in Hannah’s ass I cried out loud. Even though the parking lot was empty I’m sure it was audible across the street. Waves of cum came pouring out of me in blasts. I held Hannah’s head hard against me, spurting directly into her throat. I felt her gags grip and squeeze my cock and slowly I pulled back, dumping the second half of my load into her abused mouth. I held myself there for a moment, loving being inside Hannah at both ends at the same time, before sliding my spent cock out of her mouth. Hannah swallowed and then labored for breath.
The ride home was very quiet and I began feeling remorse that I taken things too far. Hannah was sweet and special to me and I didn’t want to hurt her in any way. When I made my concerns known before we settled to bed, Hannah just smiled sweetly and said, “your fantasies are my fantasies, remember baby?”
Even though she said it I wasn’t convinced and I struggled to fall asleep. All my worries subsided in the morning, however, when I stumbled into the kitchen and found Hannah sitting cross-legged in a night shirt, holding a bowl like a beggar, and asking me to coat her cereal with cum.

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A Secret Admirer

It started with these e-mails. The first one was sweet, like a secret admirer. He told me I was beautiful and that he longed to be with me. I had no idea who he was, but I mailed him back. I told him I thought he was sweet and even though I was married, I wouldn’t mind having a new friend. Later that day, I got the second. It was a completely different tone. It was so angry. He called me names, accused me of teasing. He said that I didn’t deserve his love and he would get me back. The next one was worse. He threatened me. He said he would make me his and break me. He said I would beg for him and he would laugh. He told me he couldn’t wait to see me, lying on the floor, naked, covered in his cum, crying as he abused my body more. I deleted the rest, mailing him one last time to tell him he was sick and needed help.
Then, I started getting typed letters in the mail. There was no stamps on the envelopes…he knew where I lived. I only read the first few lines of one of the letters… “Slut, how dare you do this to me! I will make you pay for this. I will make you mine and you will beg for my cock to fill your cunt, but I’ll shove it down your throat instead. I’ll hold it there until you turn blue. You’ll beg for my caress, soft and gentle, but I’ll slap and beat you instead. When it’s finally all over, you’ll beg for more…” I threw away the letters. After a while, they stopped and I thought it was over.
I began to wonder… What would it have been like to be at the complete mercy of a dangerous man? What would it have been like to have his thick cock pushing down my throat, blocking off my air? What would his hands have felt like, on my body, around my throat? Would my cunt be as wet for him as it is now?
The fateful day came not long after my wonderings. I was home alone; everyone else was gone to church. I loved days like this, where I could lounge around and relax. As I was doing just that, I heard strange sounds from upstairs. I ignored it, thinking it was the cat, but then I heard the familiar creak of someone coming down the stairs. I got out of bed and moved to the living room to see who stayed home. A large man stood in front of the stairs, blocking my escape. His eyes greedily roamed over my form which was covered by a flimsy silk nighty.
“Take it off,” he growled.
“N…No!” I squeaked, fear tightening my throat.
He moved to me quicker than I expected and pulled it over my head as though I were a doll. His eyes roamed over my body and tears began to slip down my cheek. I realized I had been a fool for wondering and now I was in trouble.
He smiled darkly, “Yes, I love it when they cry. Beg me… Beg me to let you go!”
I fought not to sob, “Please, let me go. Please!”
“I’m not convinced. Maybe you should do it on your knees, slut.”
I recognized the order for what it was, but I had no choice. I sunk to my knees and looked up, “Please, please, don’t do this. Please, just let me go!”
He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and undid his pants with the other. He let his pants fall to his ankles and I was face to face with his thick erection. He ordered me to suck it, placing the tip at my lips. I shook my head. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed my nipple, twisting viciously. I winced, gritting my teeth.
“Suck it,” he growled, “Or I’ll rip this fucker off!”
He twisted again and I cried out. As I did, he thrust his cock into my mouth, all the way back to my throat, gagging me. I tried to pull back, but his hand held me in place. I flailed, panicking, and slapping at his legs.
“I told you I would fucking kill you if you ruined my fun. Is this how you want to die? Choking on my dick?”
He pulled back long enough for me to gasp out a no and thrust deep again, aiming to go down my throat.
“Then will you suck it like the slut you are?”
He pulled back again and I gasped out a yes. He waited for me to catch my breath, and then placed the tip at my lips again. I opened to him, using all my skills to suck and slurp at him. He groaned and moaned at my actions, both of his hands gripping my hair. I thought I could make him cum and then he would leave, but he suddenly thrust his hips forward, holding my head in place. He was fucking my mouth, long slow strokes. He was enjoying the sight of my eyes watering each time his cock slammed into the back of my throat. His balls slapped my chin as he continually embedded the full length of his shaft into my mouth. I whimpered, which only seemed to drive him on.
“When I cum, slut, you better swallow every fucking drop or I’ll kill you. You will suck on my cock until it stops spewing or it will be the last thing you ever taste.”
I made a sound that he ignored and pressed deep into my mouth, shooting his hot cum down my throat. I reflexively swallowed, wanting to throw up instead. His grip loosened as he spurted, grunting into me. Remembering his threat, I sucked on his cock as though it were a special treat, milking it of the thick, salty cum. He finally pulled his cock from my mouth and bent down. He put his hand around my throat, squeezing, but only enough to scare.
“This is just the beginning bitch… You will take my cum in every hole and be covered with it by the time I am done with you. You will be my willing little cunt and I will make you regret ever having refused me.”
He smiled and flicked my nipple, laughing as I cried out. He left me there for a while, simply staring down at me as I cried. He watched me as he slowly stroked his cock and I wondered what he would do next and if he would let me live. Finally, he bent down and yanked me to my feet by my arm. He pushed me back to my bed room and grinned cruelly at me.
“I know that you and your husband play at bondage, bitch. Where are the supplies?”
I trembled and shook my head. He growled angrily and reached out, jerking hard on my nipple. I cried out again and pointed to our closet. He tossed me down on the bed and I dared not move. I buried my head against the soft sheets and cried softly as I heard him open the closet and rummage around.
“You are a slut! Look at all this shit!”
He came back over to me and grabbed my arms, forcing them behind my back painfully. He tied them with the soft silk rope my husband had bought, but he tied them tight enough to cut into my delicate flesh. He flipped me over so I was lying on my arms and he grinned.
“I like the sight of that, but I think we can improve it.”
He pulled out a large ball gag that we hadn’t used yet and he grabbed my jaw, forcing it open as he put the gag in place and secured it tightly.
“As much as I like your screams, slut, I don’t want anyone else hearing you.”
He moved back to the closet again, coming back with nipple clamps, dangling them in front of my face teasingly. He grabbed one of my breasts and knelt down, sucking at it hard. To my horror, it instantly responded. He smiled knowingly and put the clamp on it, tightening it much farther than I’d ever had. I screamed against the gag, crying freely. He took no notice and did the other the same way. He stepped back to admire his handy work for a moment and nodded to himself. He attached a chain between the two clamps and tugged at them, enjoying the way I cried and arched my back, trying to lessen the pain.
“I told you I would make you pay…”
As he kept the chain taught, he slipped a hand between my legs, feeling my cunt. He smiled as I flushed, ashamed of the wetness he found there. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them slowly, while staring into my eyes.
“Your body already begs for me slut. It won’t be long now, before you cry for me to fuck you. But you know what will happen if you do…”
Tears ran down my cheeks as I prayed that he would tire of me and leave. My shoulders were beginning to burn and my nipples were in agony. He let go of the chain and knelt on the bed, bringing his hand down to my cunt again. I squeezed my legs together, desperate not to let him touch me anymore. He frowned and balled his hand into a fist, driving it into my stomach. My eyes opened wide and I screamed into the ball gag before gasping for breath through my nose.
“If you don’t open your legs for me, things will get much worse for you, whore. Do you understand me?”
I gave a quick nod and he motioned for me to open my legs. I opened them for him, earning a hard slap to my inner thigh for moving too slow. He pushed two fingers into me, smiling at my whimper. He thrust them in and out quickly, watching the way my breasts moved back and forth, the clamps shining in the light.
“You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to tear you open.”
His face brightened as he thought of something and he pulled his fingers out of me. My relief was short lived, though, as he forced four of them into me. I moaned softly in pain, but I was beginning to stretch, so the pain was lessening. He thrust his fingers deeply into me and I thought he would begin fucking me with them like before, but the pressure didn’t let up. The pain began to intensify again and I realized he was planning on pushing his entire fist into me. My eyes widened with fear and I shook my head, whimpering. He smiled and let up on the pressure. I started to draw in a breath of relief, but he slammed forward and I screamed as his hand slipped in. He paused a moment, curling his hand into a fist inside of me. I felt like he was ripping me apart and I began crying freely again. He began to piston his arm back and forth, fucking me roughly with his fist. I cried out each time his fist rammed into me. He was beating me from the inside! My screams, even muffled as they were, seemed to egg him on and he began to thrust into me harder and I was convinced that he would kill me. He finally ripped his fist from my cunt and viciously slapped it with an open palm. His hand was covered in a reddish pink mixture of my juices and blood. He wiped his hand clean on my skin, pausing a moment to pull on the chain attached to the nipple clamps to renew the pain there.
“Now, let’s really see what a whore you are.”
He knelt between my legs and lowered his mouth to my cunt. He licked at my clit in quick sudden strokes, causing me to gasp. He sucked at my clit and my legs began to shake. I wondered if he had watched my husband and me; he seemed to know exactly what to do to bring me to the edge of cumming. I moaned as he continued to suck and lick at my clit, my body tightening in response. My breathing grew harder as I grew closer. He latched onto my clit, sucking hard at it and I arched my back as I started to cum. He must have sensed me cumming, because he bit my clit as hard as he could. Pain mixed with the pleasure of my release and I screamed, wondering which sensation was causing the scream.
He rose up and laughed at me as my body trembled in confusion. His cock was hard again and he moved forward, thrusting himself into me without warning. He fucked me fast and hard. Because of him violating me with his fist, it hurt, but I knew that it could have hurt worse. It didn’t take him long before he pressed forward, grunting as he shot his seed into me. He grabbed hold of the chain holding the nipple clamps again and tugged it in time to the twitching of his cock. He collapsed on top of me, driving the clamps onto my breasts harder. He laid on top of me for several minutes as I struggled to breathe under his weight. He finally lifted himself up and glanced to the clock.
“We still have plenty of time, slut. Are you ready for what will happen next?”
I looked at him, not bothering to make a sound, wondering what else he could possibly do to me. He got up from the bed and moved back over to my closet. He reached in, pulling out a small whip with several short pieces of leather. I squirmed at the sight of it. I hadn’t let my husband use that on me, the sight of it terrified me. He moved back over to me and swung it, connecting with a loud crack on the tender flesh of my stomach. I struggled against the rope holding my hands back as he lifted the whip again, bringing it down on my abused breasts. When the whip connected, I stopped moving completely, a high pitched scream coming from my throat. He must have liked my reaction, making sure to aim the whip at my breasts for several strokes. He paused to look over his handiwork. I didn’t even recognize my chest anymore. My breasts were swollen and bright red, the nipples were a dark purple.
“I want you to spread your legs for me. If you close them at all, I will whip you longer and I promise that I will be sure to mark you forever.”
I spread my legs, whimpering. He brought the whip down onto my cunt. I let out a shriek again, but fought to keep my legs open. He whipped me for nearly a minute, enjoying the fact that I willingly kept my legs open for the abuse. When he tired of whipping my cunt, he grabbed my waist, flipping me over and started on my back and ass. He didn’t stop until my flesh was bright red and on fire. He tossed the whip aside and got onto the bed again. He lifted my waist.
“On your knees slut.”
I put my knees under me, my ass in the air. He positioned me where he wanted me, my face pressing into the bed since my arms were still tied. He pressed his again erect member into my cunt for a few strokes and then pulled out. After a moment, I felt pressure on my asshole and I stiffened in shock and fear.
“That’s it. Fight me so it hurts more. I think you like pain.”
He spread my ass cheeks and continued to push forward, sliding in bit by bit. He groaned as he continued to push forward until he was fully inside my ass, ignoring my cries and weak struggles. He reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and began to fuck me, pulling my hair at the same time. He was soon well lubricated by my blood and it didn’t take long for him to cum again, shooting his seed deep into my ass. He rested for a few moments before pulling out and letting me collapse to the bed.
“Look at this! You’ve gotten me all dirty, you filthy whore…”
He flipped me back over onto my back and pulled me until my head hung off the side of the bed. He removed the ball gag and put his cock near my mouth.
“Clean yourself off of me.”
I looked at him in shook and closed my mouth tight, shaking my head. He slapped me, but I refused to open my mouth. He glared at me and reached for my breasts. He pulled at the chain, but the pain didn’t seem so bad, I think I was starting to loose feeling in my nipples. His face reddened in anger and he pulled the clamp off. There was no sensation for a moment, but then I screamed as blood rushed back into my nipple. He smiled and shoved his cock into my mouth as I screamed. I gagged at the taste, but he paid no attention. He began to fuck my mouth and throat again as he grew erect. When he was fully erect again, he began to push into my throat. He would thrust in as deeply as he could and pause there. He watched me struggle for air, my legs kicking at the bed. He would then pull back and allow me to take a gulp of air before repeating the process. He reached down, grabbing a hold of my throat, squeezing a bit. I thought he was able to feel his cock moving in and out as he deprived me of air. Between his cock and hand cutting off my air, it didn’t take long before I began to see spots. I thought he had decided to kill me after all, but he pulled out, shooting his cum over my face and chest. He continued to stroke himself until he stopped shooting and then smiled down at me as I gasped for air.
He knelt down to me and whispered into my ear, “You know what the real beauty of all this is? With what I did to you with just my fist, you are ruined forever. You’ll never get pleasure from normal sex again. There won’t be a dick big enough for you to feel. Don’t worry though, I’ll come back and do this again.”
I looked at him in fear, not daring to speak. He licked my ear and straightened. He reached for the nipple clamp he had removed and put it back on, retightening it. I screamed, my entire body shaking with the pain.
“You’ll get used to all this and even grow to like it. You’ll beg to wear these. Just wait until your husband sees you like this. He’ll like it too. Even when I’m not visiting you, he’ll want to do this to you from now on. Soon, it’ll be the only way you are able to cum…”
He moved out of my bedroom, leaving me tied and trembling from all the pain. I would stay that way until my husband returned to find me.

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Tracy the Crack Whore part 2

Sean wrapped up at work early. It was a blistering hot and sunny spring day and he couldn’t concentrate, all he thought about was Tracy. He was a small-town boy from the mountains in the Southwest and had never been exposed to anyone like her. On the way home, he stopped at Walgreen’s to pick up some bathroom supplies and beer and found some other cool stuff, too. Getting back into his truck, he cracked open a beer and pulled out of the parking lot, his mind on Tracy again, the blow job she had given him. She was so sexy, so. . . What was she? Why was he fascinated with her?
His house was dark and quite; he wondered if Tracy was still around. He put his beer in the fridge, after grabbing a fresh one. His back door was open, and when he looked out back, he saw Tracy. She was sitting right outside the door on his porch in one of his lawn chairs, wearing a skimpy white bikini, and his headphones. She was all oily and she looked asleep. Taking a long swig of his beer, he wandered back to his fridge and grabbed another, and then walked out to the edge of the porch and sat down by Tracy, admiring her young body, noticing her funky tan lines were already disappearing. A little sweat had pooled in her little belly button and Sean was tempted to stick his finger inside it and splash it all out. She smelled like a little coconut. When he spoke, she jumped a bit, startled.
“Hey,” Sean said, smiling at her, realizing how glad he was to find her still here. She returned his smile, removing the headphones and twisting to face him.
“Hey yourself Grass Boy, how was work?” She asked. “I love the headphones. I found this chair in your garage, next to your box of porn.” She gave him a devilish wink. Sean watched her eyes travel over him finally resting on his hair. She sighed and shook her head. “Looks like you were outside all day, did you get hot? I slept most of the day, just got up a little while ago. Hey Sean? How come coffee smells so good, huh? But tastes so bad?” Sean shook his head, not really knowing how to answer that, or which question to answer. She laughed at him while her fingers traced little circles around her belly button.
He did the best he could trying to answer her questions, while his eyes took in her youthful allure. He offered to make her some dinner and openly wondered what she liked to eat. She interrupted him.
“Tacos!” she cried. “I’m making us tacos. I got all the stuff from the store already. Went this morning. You needed some cleaning stuff. I did your bathroom.”
“Did what, Little Coconut?”
“Cleaned it.” She stated. “It was nasty bad.” As she talked, her gaze often drifted to his hair, making Sean self-conscience. “I have an idea though. What would you think, or, well, would you like me to give you a haircut? Hm?” Sean pondered that. He needed a haircut, and she had claimed to have practiced on her dad. What could it hurt? He wasn’t certain though.
“Ok, but . . .” he stammered.
“Ok . . . Ok . . . Go change; put on your shorts and take off your shirt and hurry back!” Tracy ordered, spewing out the words fast with obvious excitement. Before Sean’s head had time to catch up with Tracy’s game plan, he was dubiously sitting in the lawn chair, wearing only swim trunks. Finishing his third beer, he watched Tracy’s scantily clad ass appreciatively as she ran indoors.
The volume of the stereo was increased, music drifting outside from his favorite Latin guitar CD. She returned with a fresh can of beer, placed it between his legs, before unzipping a small leather pouch and removing scissors and a comb.
Tracy stood in front of him glistening and grinning so wide Sean thought she might swallow her ears. She held up her little scissors, opening and closing them menacingly, grinning and wiggling gleefully. Sean smiled uneasily, trepidation knotting his stomach, and Tracy’s grin grew broader. She looked so sexy, oily, nicely tan, youthfully thin, it made Sean laugh, glad he could so easily make her happy, but he felt a little trepidation, the way she held her scissors, so ready to lop off his hair.
Tracy approached him, spread her legs and straddled his knees. With the comb in her mouth, scissors slipped over her thin fingers, she measured his bangs with her fingers, as he watched a drop of sweat form a bead and trickle down her tummy, as she came closer, her inner thighs pressing into his outer thighs. She sat down on his lap. Combing his bangs down once more, she began to cut his hair.
When some hair fell into his lap, Sean saw she wasn’t cutting much. She was going slowly, taking her time and running her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. Sean’s mind drifted off with the beautiful Latin music. Sipping his cold beer, his eyes lingered on the young oily body sitting on his lap. He grew very relaxed, when she stood, her body swaying slightly with the music.
Tracy worked slowly as he watched her hips move rhythmically with the beautiful music, feeling her hands run through his hair. He imagined putting his hands on her waist, feeling her move. But instead he took a sip of his beer and watched her belly button dance for him, wishing he could kiss it, taste it with his tongue. As her fingers ran through his hair, he watched the sun reflect off her oily ribs, as they moved back and forth under her soft skin. His eyes found her breasts, hardly covered by the tiny bikini . Between them, small beads of perspiration rested on her slick skin. She ran her fingers through his hair again feeling nice. His head rolled back until he was staring straight up into the sky.
She sat on his lap, pulled his head forward and looked into his eyes. She spoke to him.
“You ok, baby?” Sean returned to his senses. He focused in on her eyes. He smiled at her. She smiled back. “You were breathing like you were asleep for a few minutes there.” She said examining his eyes. “Then your neck went limp when I ran my fingers through your hair to measure it.”
“I was really relaxed there for a moment Tracy. Watching your body, the music, the feel of your fingers in my hair,” he explained. She smiled. “The beer. Mm.”
“Alright, sounds nice, Sean.” She let go of head while looking into his eyes. “You’re ok for more beer.” She handed him his can; he took a long swig. “I love this music Sean. I don’t think I ever heard anything like it.” She stood next to him now. He felt her lean against his shoulder, getting him a bit oily. He wished he could turn his head and watch her. “I need to buy electric clippers,” Tracy reflected. Tracy began to sway again. “I can’t sit still like you are listening to this music.” Good thing! She circled around behind him, and began working on the other side. He turned to look at her. She grabbed his head and twisted it forward roughly.
She spent another half-hour cutting his hair as she circled around and around him, her body driving him nuts. Sean found it to be a pleasant torture. Finally she sat on his lap again, admiring her handy work. Her eyes drifted down from his hair and found his. Her eyes became serious and she spoke softly to Sean.
“I’ll work on your hair more tomorrow or the next day, is that ok?” He nodded to her, looking forward to it. “It looks nice, I think.” she claimed, looking at him. “A lot better than it did, Lawn Boy! I’m going to work on dinner a bit and then clean up out here. Why don’t you go take a nap?”
Sean shook his head. No. He set his large hands on her waist, her skin felt warm and soft and oily. He caressed her with his thumbs as his eyes wandered her body. Tracy sighed as his hands fondled her, and her hand fell to his lap, feeling his rock-hard erection. She gave it a squeeze.
“I’ve been thinking about your big cock all day,” Tracy admitted, rising from his lap and standing in front of the chair, between his legs. She reached behind her and untied her bikini top, holding onto it, slowly removing it. Sean loved looking at her small pert breasts as she exposed them, her hard nipples. It seemed her skin strained to hold her swelling boobs. He wanted to get a security fence, a tall one, so she could lay in his backyard and sun topless. She looked so young standing in front of him in just her bikini bottoms, so small and innocent. She seemed to be very comfortable, relaxed. Tracy bent down and took his half full beer, enjoying a swig before she tossed the can aside and reached for his swim trunks, tugging at them, pulling them off and tossing them aside too, freeing Sean’s erection.
Sean couldn’t help but to begin fondling himself, as he stared at the young teen. Tracy smiled at him, watching him play with himself, and slowly stepped out of her bikini bottoms. She stood motionless for nearly a minute watching him watch her, her finger traveling to her mouth, biting on the end softly. Slowly, Tracy’s other hand fell, moved between her legs and she began to touch herself too, swaying and her fingers sliding between her prominent pussy lips.
“I bought you a razor,” Sean croaked. “A little pink one…” Tracy’s knees buckled a bit.
“Oh. . .” She moaned. “That’s so. . .Oh . . . Thoughtful.” She slowly slid one leg over Sean’s and then the other, and sat slowly on his lap, as he quickly reached for her again, pulling her close. Inches apart, there eyes met and their mouths opened, lips moist, her breasts brushed across his chest, her hand fell to his lap, feeling him lightly, tickling him. Her oily skin was delightful to feel as his hand traveled up her back, under her hair to her neck. Sean pulled her gently closer, finding her lips and kissing her. Young Tracy eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing into his mouth, her hips sliding across his lap, closer. Sean was unable to recall when he had last felt so urgently excited, in such dire need, while his hand felt along her inner thighs, finally touching her young pussy, finding it very soft and puffy, and already soaking wet.
“I’m ready, Sean, ready. . . please.” Sean was too, he knew, struggling to grip her oily body firmly and lift her up onto his cock. She helped, urgently wiggling and climbing up his body until her pussy rested above his dripping cock. She fell, he held her, and they mated, slowly yet urgently, he entered her. She was so warm and tight, Sean didn’t imagine he would fit. But as her wetness quickly coated him, her bouncing lifting her up and down, she began to sink further and further down his erection.
“Oh god yes, Sean. Oh yes.” Sean took a nipple into his mouth, nibbled it and tongued it, and sucked her small breast further into his mouth as she tightened her grip around his neck. Sean hardly moved at all as she rode him, groaning and purring, her pussy feeling wonderful squeezing him and massaging him, her sounds exciting him, the feel of her warm skin amazing him. The feel of her muscles working to lift and lower her felt so small under his hands as they traveled and roamed her, exploring. Soon she sat on his lap, having taken him all the way inside her.
“This cock of yours,” she groaned. “Feels so. . . touches me so. . . spreads me so. . .”
She leaned forward and bit his lower lip, growling as she rotated and ground her hips into him, his cock probing and poking inside of her, causing her to shiver and shake with delight. Her movements began to acquire some urgency as she worked more feverishly to use his cock to seemingly scratch an itch deep inside of her. “Oh yes… oh fuck yes!” she squealed, her finger nails digging into his shoulders painfully.
“Goddamn! Oh Fuck yes,” she hollered, her hips now bucking frantically, her pussy rubbing against his pubic bone, his cock buried deep inside her, traveling around and around in her as she twisted and bucked in his lap. “Ug, oh… yes,” she moaned before falling into his chest, her breath coming hard and fast. Sean watched it all, the way she moved, her expression, her hair, her skin, her eyes, her breasts, and she excited him greatly. She sat motionless on his lap for a long minute, while gently biting and nibbling on his strong shoulders, moaning and sighing. “That felt so good… I came pretty hard, so fast, it seemed.”
Sean just held her, enjoying being buried in her tight warmth, proud of having helped please her. She took her head off his shoulder and held his face while looking into his eyes.
“I’m gonna ride you now, and I think you’ll like it.” She claimed. And she did, her strong legs lifted her nearly off of him as she began to ride him. Sean held his hands under her little tight ass and lifted her up and down, helping her work as she slid up and down his cock, her pussy working miracles on him, her breasts dancing in front of his eyes, her body growing slicker with exertion. “Oh I can feel every fucking vein on your cock, Sean, Oh!” She rode him like a mad cowgirl, up and down, slick and slippery, tight and warm.
“You like that baby? You like my teen pussy riding up and down your big ole cock?” she cooed, her head rocking side to side. “My pussy feels good, huh? I bet it does, I bet it’s tight. I know it’s wet, it’s so happy to be stuffed full of your cock!” She bit him on the lip again, giggled a bit, her pace managing to speed up a little more. “Oh fuck, you’re big, that’s a fucking killer fucking cock, oh yes it is…” She was exciting Sean greatly with her talk, her naughty talking, she was a bad girl. He moaned, feeling his balls tingle, his brain sparked.
“Tracy. . .” She rode him now urgently, holding on to his face, looking closely into eyes.
“Oh Sean, you like this. . . It makes you feel good, hm? You gonna come for me, Sean?” she asked. “I can’t let you come inside me Sean, oh no . Sean you can not come inside me.”
“Oh god, Tracy.”
“Coming baby?”
“Yes Little Coconut, really soon.”
I’m gonna swallow every drop, Sean, suck it all down, all down.” Tracy hopped up and quickly had her lips sealed around the head of his cock, sucking very lightly as she used both little hands to jerk him off.
“Yeah, keep going. . . like that.” Sean pleaded. “Like that, oh yes . . .” He began to pump his sperm into her mouth, long full spurts of it as Tracy tried to swallow it fast enough. She did a pretty good job sucking all the sperm out of him, Sean thought, relaxing finally in his chair, drained. The sun had beaten on him all day, after a poor night’s sleep. Four beers and a world-class fucking and sucking seemed to have shut down his mind and body.
“Good boy!” Sean slumped in his chair. Feeling a little drunk, he saw the sun sink behind his shed, where he had watched Tracy give several men blow jobs, his mind whirled in confusion and affection. Tracy must have sensed his state.
“Nap time Sean, you look real tired,” she pointed out with a bit of sympathy. He felt tired and drunk, and very loose, relaxed. “I know I ruined your sleep last night.”
“I got you bubble bath and an air conditioner,” Sean responded drunkenly as she helped him up from his chair. “Err, I mean hair…”
“Come on Sean, watch your step,” She said, leading him inside and to his dark bedroom.
When Sean woke up, he smelled taco seasoning and something else he couldn’t immediately identify. What was that? Ah! Baby powder. He heard giggling, and it gave Sean a strong feeling of deja vu.
“Dream about me again?” When Sean heard her voice he remembered. The haircut, tacos for dinner. Still, Sean jumped a bit when he felt Tracy’s hand wrap around his cock. “Do you always get a hard-on in your sleep? Silly me. How would you know?”
Sean rolled over and looked at her. Her hair was wet, and she was wrapped in one of his long beach towels. Tracy was the source of the baby powder scent. “Thank you for buying me a razor, Sean.” She said, grabbing his hand a guiding it toward her lap. “I shaved.” She slid his hand between her legs and he felt her bald, smooth pussy. “You like that?” He did! She pulled his hand away and ran it down her soft legs, rolling over on her tummy and releasing his hand. Sean continued to feel her, her softness, curves, young muscles. He ran his hand up her thighs and under her towel, loving the swell of her tiny butt, it’s firmness and roundness.
“Today has started off so well! Sunning, cutting your hair, riding your cock… oh I am in such a good mood.” Tracy smiled at him, soft light from the hallway illuminating her blue eyes and white teeth. “I’ve been thinking.” Sean loved the feel of her little round ass, so much different than his ex-girlfriends larger, fuller butt. “Since I’m in such a good mood, I’ve decided to offer you a special discount, you know?” Her eyes grew real wide, and she giggled loudly when she saw the expression on his face. “A volume discount, that is, if you think you will be using me a lot. I mean, if you want to use me a lot, I would be happy to make it very affordable for you.” She giggled some more, squirming her little body up closely to his. Tracy reached out and stroked his chin. With his hand on her ass, Sean pulled her even closer, tightly against him. He growled at her.
“Why should I pay you,” Sean asked. “When I could easily take what I want.” Tracy gasped at him.
“You wouldn’t!” She claimed. “And I wouldn’t allow it, Sean…” Tracy thumped him in the chest with her little fist, but her toes wiggled, tickling Sean’s shins. Tracy thrust her pelvis out, grinding it lightly against his cock. “I have bills to pay, you see? I have goals and plans.” She rested her little hand on his strong chest. “I won’t be here forever, Sean.” Sean thought Tracy felt great curled up next to him, and he felt rested, cool, and more than a little horny. With her eyes half-closed, Tracy seemed to be pretty aroused too.
“You can kiss me, Sean.” She said. “Kisses are only a dollar-a-dozen.” She looked up at him innocently. Sean watched her lick her lips. A dollar-a-dozen, eh? He probably could probably find a dollar somewhere. He kissed her, and her she managed to squeeze her body more tightly against his. Her hand found that back of his head, her fingers ran through his hair, and she groaned. He pulled away from her, though her hand tugged at the back of his neck. He watched her eyes flutter open, her lips part. She tugged insistently at the back of his neck. She felt great in his arms, her towel slightly damp, but warm from her heat. She smelled tremendous, looked so young and eager.
“Maybe I’ll save some kisses for later, Tracy.” Sean said quietly. A little groan escaped from her then.
“Save ‘em?”
“Yeah . . . save some for later.” Sean teased. His hand left her ass, traveling to her hip under the loose towel. Tracy groaned a little louder, then. With her hands, she pushed him over onto his back and climbed up onto his stomach, looking down at him, her face close to his. He could feel her breath on him, and it smelled nice. Sean slipped his hands between her bare thighs, and slowly, his fingers traveled to her shaved pussy. He caressed her a moment and then spread her wet lips apart, running a finger through her wetness. Her hips bucked slightly.
“Don’t you want to kiss me some more? Why do you want to save them, Sean?” Tracy asked. “You could kiss me now, Sean.” Unable to help himself, he chuckled. “You can always pay me tomorrow, if that’s the problem. You can kiss me all you want.” Sean slid both his hands away from her young pussy and he ran them under her towel, holding her hips tightly, his fingers reaching to touch her thin waist, pulling the towel upward, exposing her ass. Some of her wet hair hung just above his face now, her eyes were closed to slits, her feet sliding along the outside of his legs. She was a horny girl, she was. She wanted him to kiss her, a lot.
“I dunno, Little One,” Sean said. “How much to poke my peter into your tight little puss?” She inhaled a sharp breath through her nose, her legs squeezed him, her hips ground into him.
“I. . .” She stammered. “A dollar . . .” Her hands found his face and his hair. “And you don’t have to pay me today, you can. . .” Sean was slowly loosening the towel from around her.
“How much to lick you little bald pussy, Tracy?” He asked, his hands traveling back to her wet slit and he started to finger her again, finding her little clit, tucked in between her lips. She gasped when he touched it. “Lick it and suck it and nibble on it.” She was so warm and wet between her legs, he slid a finger inside her, knowing he was starting to drive her nuts. She pulled at his hair sharply, a little painfully. Her breathing was a little unsteady.
“Hum,” she stammered. “Hum, a quarter I suppose, for all-you-can-lick. I hope that’s a fair price.”
“I don’t know, you’re kinda expensive.” Sean said.
“No!” She cried. “I can. . .”
“How much to suck on you little tits?” Sean asked. “And nibble on your nipples?”
“Oh,” Tracy moaned. “I guess, um, a quarter, for all-you-want-to-suck. And you can. . .” Sean rolled Tracy over quickly, and pinned her to the bed. She yelped weakly, as Sean pulled the towel from around her, slowly exposing her. “I mean a dime, you can for a dime. . . my little boobies.”
“How much to run my hands all over your body?” He asked. “How much would you want to let me rub some lotion all over you?” Tracy wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and pulled at him. Sean held steady though. “Rub you everywhere with lotion, how much?”
“Oh. . . just a dime.” she moaned, trying to pull him down. Sean held steady, his strong arms keeping him a foot above her.
“How much to watch you rub your little pussy, stroke yourself?” he asked. She was tugging harder at him, and now was pulling herself up off the bed, her lips nearing his. Sean pulled away from her. “How much to watch you play with yourself, all naked?” Tracy wriggled beneath him in frustration.
“A dime. . .” That a fair price, Sean thought. He would like to watch her please herself.
“I’ll rub my little pussy for you, if that’s what you want, for only a dime.”
“How much to have you suck on my hard cock, Tracy? How much to fuck your pretty little face?” He asked, as she fell back to the bed, her fingers digging into his back. She shook in frustration now.
“A dime, Sean. I’ll suck on your cock all you want for a dime.” He thought that was a very good price. “But Sean, you must understand. . .” Tracy continued, her hands roaming across his chest. Sean had her all unwrapped now and liked the way she looked under him, all nude and tan. “These prices. They are based on volume. That means you have to use me a lot!. . . A whole lot.” Sean understood the basics of this high-volume discount of which she was speaking. Oh yes he did. “I need you to do me a lot, Sean.” Sean was certain he could offer her a lot of business, but he wanted more from her. Yes he did, and it was time to get it.
“Tracy, I want more from you,” He explained as she suffered below him, her body arching to touch his, her hands feeling his strong shoulders, and traveling down his muscular arms. She emitted little moans, sad little noises that suggested she was in need. “I’ll have to demand exclusive rights to you Tracy.” She gasped. And she rose and found his lips, embracing him and smothering him with a long kiss. But Sean pushed her away, and she squealed in frustration. “And it may be necessary for me to restrain you occasionally, Tracy.”
“Anything you want Sean! Anything, anytime, anywhere you want. I’ll do anything!” she cried. “Just fuck me! Fuck me with your big fat cock now!” Tracy seemed almost beside herself, in her need to get fucked, Sean saw. And her prices were based on high-volume. He reached inside his boxer shorts and eased his hard cock out of its hole, and slowly laid down on top of Tracy . He kissed her hard, her twisting torso to aligning itself up with his cock. She thrust her hips lifting them both slightly from the bed and Sean thrust inside her. She was soaking wet, her readiness to get fucked was complete. Tracy groaned with relief and pleasure as he forced himself deeper inside her, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulled him deeper inside her tight pussy.
“Sean, fuck me silly, please,” Tracy groaned, her legs raising, her knees brushing along his ribs. “Deep, fuck me deep and hard, make me come!” Sean lifted his arms, allowing her to raise her legs further. Her calves rested next to her ears when he slid his cock, burying himself inside her. “Fuck yes, deep.”
Sean thrust into her hard and fast, trying to please her. His balls slapped at her ass repeatedly as he buried his hard cock inside her over and over. Tracy grunted with each powerful thrust, her mouth open and her little tongue wagging inside. She was tight, she was; Sean was spending a lot of energy pleasing her, his muscles exerting themselves as he fucked her harder and harder.
“God you feel so good,” she cried. “Making me come so fast, fuck me. . . fuck me!” She cried out loudly, her hands pulling at the hairs on his chest, her heels pounding on his lower back. “Fuck me!” She arched her back, and screamed loudly, her hands falling from his chest and finding her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her little nipples.
“Yes . . . God Yes! Feels so fucking good to come with your cock inside me like this!”
She screamed loudly again, and Sean felt her little pussy contracting even tighter around his cock. “Oh. . .” Sean watched her relax slightly, her back and legs fall back to the bed, her arms rise to his shoulders, her lips sought his. “Kiss me, fool, kiss me!” Sean gripped her hands and pinned them beside her and kissed her hard, slowing his pound of her little pussy as she moaned into his mouth. She bit his lower lip, her hips rotating, his cock buried in her.
“You’re a good fuck, yes you are!” Sean cried, lifting off of her and spinning her over. He lifted her waist up, bringing her ass with it. She spread her legs far apart, and allowed Sean to manhandle her, nearly limp in his hands, he entered her from behind, her pussy accommodating him so nicely. He began to thrust into her powerfully again, and watched as Tracy’s hands reached out, grabbing the sheets and pulling on them, her little body underneath his, her lower back growing slick with sweat. With a handful of sheets, young Tracy began to thrust her ass back, meeting Sean’s strong advances, helping him.
“That’s it baby, get some cock!” Sean spanked her ass hard, watching it excitedly. “Fuck me with that tight pussy, fuck me!” Gathering her arms to her sides, she pushed and rose from the bed, on all fours now, she slammed herself back on his cock and meeting each of his thrust.
“Fuck me Sean!” She cried when he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. “Yes!” Sean spread her firm as cheeks apart, admiring her little tight butt hole. He ran his thumb up and down her soaked pussy, gathering her juices, coating his thumb. And then he slipped it into her asshole. She squeeled loudly with pleasure, her sphincter tight around his thumb.
He mercilessly fucked her now, her small back grew slicker with sweat as he reached his other hand around her body, seeking her pussy, finding her clit and pinching it gently, fucking her hard, and pushing his thumb in and out of her tight ass. “Oh yes!” Sean felt a wave of pleasure rush through his body, watching her, feeling her so excitedly, he knew he was coming soon.
“Gonna fill you with a big load of sperm,” Sean cried. “Fuck yes!” Tracy spun her little head around, watching him now, her eyes frantic.
“Squirt it in me Sean!” she cried . “Come in me baby.” And Sean did. He came inside her a lot, filling her with fluid. He placed his hand on her back and forced her back down to the bed, and fell on top of her, his cock still pumping a bit. He pulled his thimb out of her ass.
“Mm,” he moaned. Tracy’s hips moved up and down a bit, still, milking him.
“Get it all out, Sean?” she asked, her pussy massaging him. “Pump it all in me?” Her hips slowed, her pussy tightened, as she pushed her ass up, his cock filling her again.
“Yeah babe,” Sean moaned. “You got it all.” Sean lay on her for a minute, before she stiffened suddenly and gasped loudly.
“The taco meat!” She cried, wiggling beneath him trying to free herself. Sean rose quickly, his cock falling from her pussy. She hopped off the bed and ran out of the room. Sean rolled over on his back, his slick cock deflating as he tried to catch his breath and cool off. He tried to add-up how much he owed his little whore. He was still trying to figure it out when she came walking back into the room and climbed onto the bed with him.
“How about I just bill you at the end of each week, Sean” She suggested sweetly. “Taco meat is looking good, I just started heating up the shells. You hungry? I bet you are. ”
“Tracy? How much to fuck your little teen ass?” Sean asked, his curiosity peeked. She gasped at him. Sean saw she was surprised at his question, his proposal.
“Fuck my virgin ass?,” she asked appraising him. “With your big fat cock?” Sean nodded, slightly embarrassed now. “Two hundred dollars, Sean.” Hmm…

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Babysitting for the Joneses

I’ve been babysitting for Mr. and Mrs. Jones for about a year now. They are always so good to me. One night they are going out to a big party in town. They had a few drinks before they left and they didn’t put the liquor away. I decided to have a few drinks after the kids went to bed.
Around midnight the phone rang, it was Mr. Jones calling to check in. I told him everything was fine. He said he would be home soon to make sure I got home ok. I told him there was no need, my mom said I could spend the night. He arrived home anyway about an hour later. I was on the couch in my t-shirt and shorts. I had fallen asleep when I heard him whispering my name. I woke up, and he said I could sleep in the guest room. He helped me up and walked me to the room. He helped me on the bed and I laid back. He sat beside me and started playing with my hair. “Elizabeth, are you comfortable?” “Yes Mr. Jones, thank you.” “Elizabeth, have you been drinking?” “Umm, no sir.” “Elizabeth, are you sure?” “Yes sir.” “Elizabeth, for some reason I don’t believe you.” He then started touching my t-shirt. “Elizabeth, I love your t-shirt.” “Thank you, Mr. Jones.” I wasn’t wearing a bra and my nipples were clearly protruding through the logo on the front. He started breathing heavy and then took his fingertip and started outlining my nipple then rubbed over the top. I started to squirm and feel uncomfortable. “Elizabeth, don’t you like this?” “Mr. Jones, I don’t think you should be doing this. ” “Hmmm… but I disagree, my dear. I know you’ve been drinking my liquor, what would your mom say about that?” “She wouldn’t like it and I would be punished. Please don’t tell her.” “I don’t have to tell her, but you’re going to have to cooperate with me, young lady.” Mr. Jones then put his hand around my throat and started to pinch my nipple hard. He then switched hands. He kissed my neck and rubbed the palm of his hand all over both my nipples. “Elizabeth, I love your nipples. Doesn’t this feel good? OH yes… I’ve been wanting to touch your nipples for a long long time. ” “Where is Mrs. Jones?” I asked. “Oh sweetie, she is out for the night. She was having such a good time, I let her stay out. I knew I could come home and take what I wanted from you.” I tried to resist him but he was too strong. He was now laying on top of me and I could feel his hard cock through his jeans.
He pulled my shorts down and he rubbed my clit through my panties. “Hmm… you are sooo wet little girl. I love it. This means you like what I’m doing.” He pulled my cotton panties up so that they were cutting into my pussy. He then rubbed them again over my clit. I was squirming back and forth and could feel myself getting wetter. He pulled his jeans down. He grabbed a scarf hanging on the closet door. He wrapped the scarf around my neck. He would tug on it now and then and it would choke me. This meant he was in total control. “Elizabeth, I wanted you to suck my cock first, but I can’t wait any longer, I need to split you in half.” Mr. Jones got on top of me and shoved his cock deep inside of me. I screamed and he put his hand over my mouth as he pounded me . I thought the bed was going to collapse he was fucking me soo hard. He would pull his dick all the way out, and ram it all the way back in. “Ahhh God, you’re sooo tight, you little fucking whore. You are going to be my little slut, Elizabeth.” He was so deep inside of me, he made me cry. “Elizabeth, do you want to taste yourself?” He pulled his cock out of my cunt and told me to lick it clean. When I refused he pulled on the scarf and it started to choke me. I stuck my tongue out and licked it, all around the head and the shaft. “That’s a good little cunt, now turn over.” I turned over and got on all fours. He grabbed the scarf and got behind me. He spanked me and stuck his cock back inside my pussy. “Oh god, it feels even better from behind. Why did I wait this long to fuck you, whore??” He was pounding me from behind. I was squealing and he kept pulling the scarf and pulling my hair. He pushed my face into the pillows and just fucked me so hard, he took no mercy on me. “I love your tight cunt, whore. I’m going to have you whenever I want, understand?” I shook my head yes as he tugged on the scarf.
He pulled out then took the scarf off my neck. He rubbed it all over my juicy cunt back and forth. “Hmm… this scarf is getting soaked with your juices, little girl.” “Now it’s time to really make you hurt.” He took the scarf and tied it around my mouth. It was so tight that if he plugged my nose I wouldn’t be able to breath. “You ready to hurt now, whore?” I had no idea what he was going to do. I could feel his cock against my ass. I tried to crawl away but he grabbed my hair, “Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere. I’ll get your Mom on the phone right now and tell her how drunk you are….” He then stuck his cock in my ass. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” I screamed through the scarf. It hurt sooo bad!! He laughed and pushed it in even further. “OHhhhhhhhhhhh god!!!” He fucked me even harder than he fucked my pussy. While he was fucking my ass he was rubbing my clit and sticking his fingers inside of my cunt. “Fuck, little girl, your pussy is soaking wet. You fucking love my cock. You love me fucking the shit out of you!!” “Ohhhh god, whore. You’re going to make me a very happy and rich man.” He was pulling my hair even harder with each thrust inside my ass. He was spanking my ass hard, it was stinging. “AHhhhhhhhhhh yes whore, I’m going to cum. Ohhhhhhhhh almost!!!” He pulls out and pulls me down on my knees by my hair. “Ohhhhhhhh here it cums………..slut!! Look up at me!! Ahhhhhhhhh yeah, you’re gonna wear my load baby!!” He came all over my face and hair. He untied the scarf from around my mouth. He made me lick his dick clean then he wiped my face off with his hands then made me lick them clean.
“Elizabeth, you’re such a good whore. I will be back in the morning to fuck your face. Goodnite.”

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Taking Care of Sydney: Chapter 2: Day 1

This is part 2. A bit more sex than the first one. Story building again. If you have a suggestion or idea of where you would like this to go, let me know. I might incorporate it. I might not. Hope this got you off. Critiques, suggestions, favorite part? Let me know what you think. Again, no big plot. Just some fantasy to get you off. You like it? Great. You don’t? I hope you find something you do like on this site. Everyone is of legal age within the story

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Sealed the Kiss

Hannah woke up to another warm, lazy day. The night before had been so hot, almost 90 degrees, and her air conditioner was broken, so she found herself, once again, grateful for living so far from everyone. She lived so far out in the Florida plains that, on days like this, it was absolutely okay for her to sleep and even walk around naked. Since she wasn’t expecting anyone to show up around her house any time soon, she slipped out from under the thin sheet covering her slim figure and went to get ready to go outside. After raking a brush through her waist-length auburn curls and another across her teeth, she was ready to go out. On her way out of the door, she grabbed a trowel and a few bags of seeds.
As she stepped outside, she stopped and took a high breath, tasting the earth and sky. She could hear the cicadas buzzing, and almost taste honeysuckle on the breeze. Completely relaxed, not to mention naked, she bent down and went right to work. Burying her hands in the soft soil, she feels completely at ease. She doesn’t even notice the young woman hiding amongst the tall grass.
Lorraine was her name, and she had been watching Hannah for quite some time now. She absolutely loved watching Hannah get on her knees, ass up, almost like she was presenting herself for her. But it was a confusing pleasure, her entire life she has never so much as looked at another woman, and it angered her to no end that this one big-breasted whore evoked such a response in her. What was so attractive about her?! Was it her full, heart-shaped ass? Or was it her DDD tits? Fuck, she didn’t know. She just wanted her.
It was almost dusk by the time Hannah looked up from tending her garden. She wasn’t finished yet, she still had at least seven more bulbs to plant, but that could wait until tomorrow. After all, she was only 22. She had all the time in the world. Or so she thought.
As Hannah was walking into her house, she tripped on the welcome mat. She ended up falling on her wrist, spraining that, and twisting her ankle. As she cried out in pain, Lorraine realized exactly what she wanted from this big-titted bitch.
Hannah was crying, she was in so much pain. She knew she couldn’t walk because of her ankle, or crawl because of her wrist. Suddenly, a terrifying thought occurred to her: how was she going to get to the phone for help? She realized she was going to either have to drag herself to the kitchen or hope that someone would come along and help her. She knew that the chances of someone coming were slim to none, but the thought of dragging her naked body across a few yards of carpet was so daunting that she decided she should wait a while. In the meantime, she figured she might as well get comfortable. She tried rolling over, but it hurt so much she involuntarily let out a scream of pain and started crying harder. At that moment, Lorraine snapped. She got up and sprinted over to the helpless Hannah.
Hannah didn’t even notice anyone was there until she felt a warm, slender hand on her shoulder. She started and tried to raise her hand to defend herself, but only succeeded in losing her already precarious balance and smacking her head on the floor. Her vision swam and she tried to moan and ask who’s there, but her mouth remained slack. She could feel her unknown savior attempting to lift her, but then giving up upon realizing how heavy she is. In the end, her savior just ended up dragging her across the carpet. Somewhere in the back of Hannah’s mind she wondered why her savior is dragging her to the kitchen instead of just getting the phone. Her mind couldn’t actually process the thought, however, as she just ended up blacking out.
She woke up in her own bed to the sound of crickets and a sore body. She groaned and almost tried to roll over, before remembering that she sprained an ankle and wrist. Thinking it would probably be better if she checked to see how they were doing first, she tried to lift her arms. That’s when she realized she was tied down. Hannah froze for an instant as her panic rose up in her chest. Before she could scream, however, she heard a wry chuckle right next to her head.
She got lost in her fear. She pulled on her restraints and screamed, lost in the panic of the moment. She was so scared, her brain couldn’t register the pain from her abused limbs.*Smack!*
Her head snapped back from the force of the blow. She was so stunned, she stopped screaming immediately. Whoever was by her bed grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head around.
“I just want to make this very clear, you know how far out we are. You can scream as much as you like after I let your hair go, but you of all people know you will never, ever be heard.” Her once-thought savior growled in her ear. Hannah froze in confusion and shock. Up until this point, she assumed whoever was by her bed was a man, she assumed she was going to be raped and held hostage for weeks, maybe forever. But this was no man, this was a woman! In disbelief, Hannah opened her eyes, only to see a pair of beautiful hazel eyes draped in a long, golden mane staring at her.Maybe she just wants my money, Hannah thought, no, prayed, to herself, “please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want!” she added aloud*SMACK*
“First of all, I will hurt you if I DAMN well please you fucking bitch” even with her face scrunched up in anger, this woman was captivating, Hannah’s jaw dropped and she felt herself get slightly aroused. Because of this, all Hannah could do is stare. That visibly angered Lorraine.*SMACK*
“DO YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY BITCH?!?!”
This snapped Hannah out of her reverie, “what do you want, I-I’m sorry!!” she wailed. Her assaulter hesitated visibly, then got even angrier.
“I! DON’T! NEED! TO! TELL! A! CUNT! LIKE! YOU! WHAT! I! WANT! FUCK! YOU!” Each word was punctuated by a sharp slap, Lorraine wasn’t even aiming by the end, migrating lower and lower with each slap. By the end of the sentence, Hannah’s milky white skin was a painful, glowing red and her soft, tender pussy was wetter than it had ever been.
It seemed Lorraine could tell Hannah was getting aroused by this, and this got her absolutely livid. Why the fuck wasn’t she cowering?! This bitch needed to be taught a lesson! She looked around the room for anything that might suit her needs when her eyes fell upon something interesting. She quickly snatched it up.
“Open your legs, cunt” Lorraine ordered.
Hannah whimpered and shook her head. She could see what her attacker had in her hand.
“I SAID OPEN THEM!!”
With no other choice, Hannah slowly opened her legs. Lorraine decided after a split second that she wasn’t quick enough and forced open her thighs. Upon doing this, Lorraine got a full view of Hannah’s glistening, twitching pussy. She couldn’t help but get aroused, and this made her angrier. She gripped what she had taken off her victim’s desk and held her legs open.
“You know what I have in my hand.” This wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact.
Hannah nodded silently.
“You know what I’m going to do with it.” Another fact.
Hannah cried harder, but nodded again.
Lorraine smiled at the pain she was causing.
Suddenly, she rammed the fat dildo up Hannah’s pink pussy to the hilt.
Hannah screamed, and Lorraine launched herself across her body and grabbed her throat with her nails. Hannah’s face went red as she struggled to breathe. Meanwhile, Lorraine was pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt with a vengeance. She was so angry at what Hannah was doing to her! How DARE this bitch arouse her like this! How dare this bitch lay under her, tied up and crying, moaning and coughing while she gets her cunt fucked by her own dildo. How dare this bitch make her grind up against her stomach! How dare her make her want to cum!!
Before Lorraine realized it, she was cumming. Just the look on Hannah’s face, the look of such fear and pain, made Lorraine’s pussy explode in ecstasy. This was the best cum of her life, why had she not done this sooner? It went on for ages, it seemed like. Eventually, Lorraine realized Hannah wasn’t screaming anymore. Those screams where her! She looked down at the body underneath her, and saw Hannah’s eyes rolling to the back of her head. Panicked, she pushed herself off of Hannah and leaned in to listen for breath. She seemed fine, but then why did she look like that? Lorraine looked down at Hannah’s crotch and saw why.
Hannah had cum. She had squirted all over Lorraine’s hands and stomach. Lorraine was appalled. How could someone cum from such abuse? Hannah looked so damn happy right then. Lorraine felt her rage subside. She finally knew what she wanted from this girl. Smiling gently, she leaned down, pulled the dildo from the poor girl’s abused pussy, and started tenderly licking it. It tasted so sweet, like cream.
Lorraine cleaned up all the cum off Hannah’s thighs and lips, then let her tongue flick over her stiff clit. She heard Hannah moan lightly, and licked again. Soon, Hannah was panting and arching her back while Lorraine sucked and flicked all around her clit. With one final suck, she had Hannah screaming and cumming all over her face. Once she felt the orgasm subside, she gently sat up and lay back across her woman.
Ever so gently, Lorraine pressed her lips against Hannah’s, as if she were afraid she might break the poor, abused woman beneath her. That all changed when Hannah slipped her tongue into Lorraine’s mouth and sealed the kiss.

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Fiction

ANNABELL

Some say this story defies classification. It is simultaneously a story of hope and dispair. Some find it disturbing and say it is thought provoking. You be the judge.

Fantasy

Finding TRUE LOVE – part 1

Authors note : Please tell me how it was. Let me know which part was good and which was bad. Like untill this part i was good then i was bad , this part was worse stuff like that and please try not to hate the story. i would love if i get some positive ratings. Thanks for reading this story.START OF THE STORY
“No matter how much you cry they are not coming back. You must be strong for them.” – My aunt said to me. “No they can’t leave me.” – I replied sadly. “Hey mom, dad, wake up. It’s not funny anymore. Hey dad please wake up already, I will never want ice-cream again I promise. Hey mom, mom, I will be a good boy from now on, I promise. I will listen to you always. Wake up already.” – I said crying. Tears were running through my face and making my shirt wet, but they didn’t listen to me .They didn’t speak a word. “No, don’t leave me.” – I shouted.
I think it’s time to introduce myself.
I am MAX WILSON. The owner of Wilson Company. I am 10 now. Almost 5 feet. Dark hair, muscular body, blue eyes and nice face. My father and mother died yesterday on a car accident. I wanted to have a chocolate ice cream in the middle of night and started crying. My father wanted to asked the driver to go but mom said we should let him sleep. So my babysitter who takes care of me 24 hours was given the responsibility to calm me down as they go and bring me some ice-cream . Mom went cause she didn’t want dad to go in the middle of night alone . And now they are gone . Leaving me all alone . Their car crashed because of speeding which was weird cause I know dad liked to drive slowly from my experience . Whatever that doesn’t matter now anyway . After their funeral I heard my babysitter was leaving . She took me on a tour before quitting her job because we didn’t pay her much !!! “ All u have seen until now is yours alone . Your grandfather had willed everything to you. So don’t feel like you are a burden on anyone . Its more like they are a burden on you . Don’t sign anything without reading it thoroughly . Don’t let anyone get to you and Protect the property that your father and mother gave life for. You must be strong for yourself and for your family lineage . All of your uncle and aunt and their children are mixed blood and they are not like you . If you ever need some help or suggestion call on this number . This will probably the last time we see each other . But I want you to know I love you a lot . I will be always there for you.” – She said . Like a good boy I said YES every time . “ I will aunt. And I love you TOO.” – I replied .
2 days later I heard my uncles and aunts shouting and quarrelling with each other about who would be the one to ADOPT me . I was sad and they just made me wake up from my sleep . I don’t know why but I shouted at them “ Stop , I am trying to sleep” and then returned to my room . The house was a lot quieter after that . In the morning I woke up early as usual . I saw everyone waiting for me in the dining table . “ I am sorry for the night . I was a bit sad and a bit angry as well but I shouldn’t have shouted at you . It was just my mistake . I beg your forgiveness for that.” – I said without stopping . My elder uncle started “ It’s ok . We understand . Anyone would be sad if their parents died , it was our mistake to act like a third grade people. We have decided that your aunt Ashley will be taking care of you. As we all have our own family and properties to take care of , she is the best person for helping you go on with your life. She is a widow and doesn’t have any child. She would be the best one for that job. We will come each month to see if you are doing all right.” – thanks god he finished. “I will try my best to listen to her and grow into a fine man I promise” – I said with respect. “You know you are welcome to stay with anyone of us if you want to. We will be at much more ease to know that you are safe. And we won’t mind at all.” – My middle uncle said. My father was the youngest son of my grandfather and he had three sons. My middle uncle has three BEAUTIFUL daughters , namely – Jeanne , Marry , Kyra and later two was younger but Jeanne was elder than me . My elder uncle had two daughters and a son , namely – John, Megan, Amy and all of them were older than me . Actually John was having a relation with Jeanne which I came to know later. Aunt Ashley was the only daughter of my grandfather and she lost her husband only 2 years after her marriage. To tell the truth I kind of liked Jeanne but she was way out of my league and was older than me. They left me that day leaving me with aunt Ashley who would be like my mother for at least 8 more years.
6 YEARS LATER –
“Aunt I am off to school now. I will be late today” – I said. “Why dear ? Is there something special today?” – aunt asked. “I have a soccer match today after school.” – I replied. “Should I come to cheer you up ? We can return home together.” – Aunt said. “Oh sure I would love that. I will see you during the match then. Bye.” – I replied. “Bye. Have a nice day.” – Aunt said. When I was going to school I was thinking about my last six years. In those years my aunt concentrated in only a few things about me. She was strict that I must learn them and I am happy to say I am one of the best at those now. She was strict about – the art of business management, the art of courtesy and modesty, the art of self defense, the art of playing and the art of LOVE MAKING. Yeah you heard me right. The fact that I had sex with her is a different story and none of our concern for this story. We are going to find out something a bit younger.
The next day summer vacation started which means one of my uncle’s daughters will be staying with me so they can make me fall in love with them. Don’t get me wrong , I came to know it later. My elder uncle’s daughters only came because John was busy. As they both were older than me only the youngest daughter of my elder uncle Amy used to flirt with me. She was maybe just too much. On the other hand Megan didn’t pay that much attention to me at all. It made me that much more to want her for myself. Among all the daughters of both my uncle’s she was the sexiest and most beautiful. Yeah I used to like Jeanne when I was a kid but not now anymore. You know if you want I would like to marry you, Megan. “No way in hell I would. Why don’t you go after Amy, she certainly likes you an awfully lot.” – She replied. “Well she is Amy not Megan and I don’t like her as much as I love you. Don’t you understand my feelings?” – I asked. “I would have if you were more serious about it. All you are doing is to make me fall for you. I know all about this kind of crap. It’s because I don’t care about you like all the others, isn’t it? You are just angry that I am not so LOVY DOVY with you all the time. And it will never work.” – She replied my question rather angrily which made me want her even more. Later that night during supper – “I heard you are very good at fighting, sorry I mean karate.” – Amy said. “Who told you that?” – I asked. “Not someone special. Why don’t you participate in national tournament? You might be able to become a champion.” – She said. “You got it wrong. I learned the art of self defense not fighting. I don’t like to fight.” – I replied. “It’s not like you could win anyway. My brother has won the tournament twice and he is going to win it this year as well. You would only get your ass kicked only bad.” – Megan said. I was insulted which kind of angered me. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Your brother could get his ass kicked you know.” – I replied kind of frustrated. “That sounds like a challenge. I will tell my brother what you said and arrange a match. After all you both were trained by the same master. It won’t be a trouble.” – She replied with a smile. “Sister stop it. I won’t let it happen. Why you want Max to get hurt? You are mean and cruel.” – Amy said. “Butt out little girl. It’s between him and me.” – Megan replied. “Please stop it Max. You will get hurt.” – Amy said. “Are you worried about me?” – I asked. “Looks like this match is over before it began. And I was thinking I am going to give you a gift.” – Megan said slyly. “What do I win?” – I asked. “What do you want? Anything you want I will give you.” – Megan replied. “Stop it sis and you too Max. It’s not funny anymore.” – Amy said worriedly. “Don’t worry Amy, I will be alright. About that gift, How about a kiss on the lips?” – I said with a big smile. “No way. I will never kiss you in my lifetime.” – Megan said shyly. “Now who is backing down?” – I replied laughing. She was getting angry. “All Right. I agree but the fight has to be in front of everybody of the family.” – She replied. “Agreed.” – I replied. So the next Friday was declared to be our dual time and everyone was invited. John and were both trained by the same master. When I was getting ready I heard my master talking to john – “you can’t beat him john, he is too strong for you. You should withdraw before he gets serious and don’t accept his offers to hit him. He is different and talented. Even better than you. Please don’t push yourself at the limit this time. This is one battle you don’t need to force yourself.” “Are you done babbling about him cause I can’t hear anymore. He is that , He is this , stop this bullshit. He is 10 years younger than me. Even if he is more talented he lacks the experience I have. I will crush him in front of everyone and you will be sitting there feeling sorry for him.” – he said and left like a tornado. “He is quite rude master. He was shouting back at you. For some reason I find that pretty insulting.” – I said keeping a smile on my face. According to our master it helps to control anger and keep mind calm. “As long as you have that smile on your face you won’t loose , not against him. But keep your guard up he can hit very hard , you will regret if it hits you.” – master said. “Don’t worry master if you believe in me then I won’t loose to him.” – I said and left to the arena. I was wondering what made me superior to him? For once he was right , I lack the experience he has. So I decided to hold back before I can figure him out. The fight started. Man he was fast and hits pretty hard. The first hit I endured almost made me choke even though I almost dodged it. I took several more hits. Every time I got hit I began to understand his pattern and it was so easy to predict his movement. But what made me take this much hit that Megan seemed happy every time I got hit and I didn’t want her loose the smile she was having. Everyone was telling john to stop especially my four other sisters. They were basically screaming at him to stop. My aunt left saying “It’s pretty one sided match. I better go to bring some drink to celebrate.” My master suddenly stood up and said “Max if you don’t intent to win this fight then you have no reason to get hurt.” Hearing this I immediately stopped playing around and got serious. It didn’t took long before he was in his knees. It was pitiful that he was beaten so easily. Everyone jaw dropped seeing that. Everyone was saying what just happened. When I raised my hand to make the final blow directly on his face Megan shouted – “Please I beg you don’t hit him anymore. You are stronger I admit. Please !” I stopped. Looking at him I said – “If you let your anger be your guide and if your moves are so much predictable then you can never be strong.” When my aunt returned she said – “ Oh MY! The fight isn’t over yet I thought Max would have won before I could get the drinks. I am glad that I made it in time.” My elder uncle got angry and said – “ What do you mean you knew. My son was kicking his butt. He just got lucky.” My aunt laughed and said “I am the one raising him for last six years and I didn’t miss observing any of his classes. I can tell what he can do and what he can’t . I knew cause he was laughing all the time he got hit. It was obvious that he wasn’t fighting seriously.” – she shot back. My master stood up and said – “Your son doesn’t have what it takes to win against Max because he is always pissed off.” While their fighting was rising I got off the dojo and to my room to clean up. “Max wait. I have something to give you.” – Megan said. I looked back and saw her coming towards me. “Sorry that I was so mean to you. I didn’t know you were that good. And , ummmm , thanks for sparing my brother. Now about that gift I promised you.” – She said without stopping. “Its okay I understand. I didn’t mean that you have to …” I couldn’t finish what I wanted to say. Her lips were brought to mine. It was only a simple touch. But it sent shivers through my spine. I came in my pants just because she kissed me and not even a real French kiss only a little touch in my lips. More importantly I could feel her soft caring lips . I felt like I was in heaven. I have kissed three women before and had sex with two with them but I can’t remember if I ever felt like that. I loved her and the touch of the person I was in love with made me realize that kiss or sex isn’t about picking the most beautiful girl or how she satisfies you ,, it’s about two souls becoming one. That feeling I could never forget. I don’t know why suddenly my hand went behind her head and tried to push her closer to me but she reacted and pushed me away. She didn’t say anything in particular but I could sense both anger and happiness from her. It’s like she was angry with the person she loved. Suddenly I saw a shadow despair from the hallway Someone was spying on us. But I didn’t think much cause my uncles did say that whoever I choose among my 5 cousins will be my bride regarding their age so I wasn’t worried at all. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t embarrassed. Later that afternoon when I was walking through the hallway I saw Amy coming towards me and she was pissed off for some reason. She didn’t look that cheerful to me as she usually does. “What is it that my sister has I don’t? Tell me? Why do you like her so much when she hates you and why don’t you like me like you like her? Why , tell me now , MAX? Am I not beautiful enough or there’s something special about her?” – she asked without stopping. “Look Amy its nothing like that. You and she are nearly the same. But I ….” – before I could finish her lips locked on mine. It wasn’t like kissing Megan. It was sloppy and I wasn’t enjoying it much. She was pushing my lips with her tongue and when I tried to say stop her tongue invaded my mouth. Before I had a chance to fully aware of the situation l saw Megan looking at us from behind her. While Amy was kissing me I was focused on Megan. I think I saw a deep sadness in her eyes. She left running before I could do anything. I pushed Amy aside and said – “I will talk to you later.” And ran to Megan. “Hey Megan , stop already. It’s not like you think it is. I didn’t kiss her. I swear so please would you listen to me. Hey stop already.” – She stopped and turned towards me and said “why are you chasing me? You look better with Amy anyway. I knew it from the beginning that guys like you can never change. All you think about is how to get under a woman’s panty. You said and did all those stuff just so that you could get to me.” For the first time I saw tears in her eyes and my heard was broken into many pieces seeing that. What surprised me is she said guys like me which I didn’t understand. It’s true that I was 8 years younger than her but we went to the same school and college which means my school had a college with it and she used to go there. I never heard that she had any bad experience with boys. But that’s off importance now. Seeing those made me kiss her lips. I wanted to show her that I cared for her. I wanted her to know that I loved her and it was an accident. I just wanted to clear up the misunderstanding. But unfortunately she slapped me pretty hard and ran away. I was speechless and couldn’t move from there. She avoided me all the summer after that incident.
It was during the school festival when the next phase of my story came to light. As I was the captain of the school student council, the principle called me and asked me to bring an equipment from the music faculty which was at the top floor of our school. I didn’t want to bother others fun and so I went up myself. When I was passing the football faculty I heard someone’s voice. “You will do as you are told slut cause if you don’t I am going to send this nice pictures to not only your family but also to the newspapers. What will happen to your family then , I wonder.” – someone said with a laugh. “You forced me and tricked me to pose for those pictures and now you want to blackmail me to suck your buddies PENIS. You are despicable. Don’t you have any shame? How could you let anyone touch your girlfriend. I am not a street corner whore so I wont do it.” – a girls voice replied and there was no mistaking it ,, the voice belonged to Megan. “You slut , you will do what I told you or this pictures go public. Your family name will be ruined and what will happen to your poor parents? Now get on your knees and suck them. I am getting something big if you do that. Now stop complaining and start sucking.” – the boy replied. If it was Megan’s boyfriend then it has to be Bobby , our soccer team captain. “Please , I am begging you don’t do this.” – Megan said with a crying voice. “Stop! Stop it right there.” – I said with an angry face. “Who the hell are you? Get out of here pretty boy and forget what you heard and saw or we will have to hurt you.” – Bobby said rudely. “I am afraid I can’t. That’s my cousin you are holding and you aren’t gentle with her and she isn’t liking it. Just let her go and I think we can find a peaceful solution.” – I said calmly. “Cousin huh! Then I suppose I can pay a bit more attention to you.” – Bobby said laughingly. His three friends started laughing. One of his friends who was holding her , pushed her away. Unfortunately she slipped and hit her head pretty hard. She started bleeding and for the first time in my life I lost it. When I came to I was holding Megan in my arms and carrying her into the nurses office. Apparently a boy came looking for me as I was getting late and saw me fighting with some boys. He ran and went to call the principle. I was out of there before the principle came and he called emergency hospital and doctor. I could hear a siren of an ambulance. Suddenly I heard in the mike – “Max Wilson, please report to the principal’s office right now.” Hearing this I left for the principal’s office. “I didn’t expect this from you. Why did you do that? Do you have the slightest idea how those four boys are doing?” – the headmaster said. “They deserved it.” – I replied. “They deserved it? What did they possibly do to deserve what you did to them? One of them got both of his hands broke , one of this nose is broke and one of them can’t even talk. Our soccer captain has blood on his penis. What did they do to deserve this , please tell me?” – the principle told rather angrily. “They were trying to rape my cousin and now she is in a bad shape that I had to take her to the nurses office. When I saw them hurting HER I lost it. I am sorry, sir.” – I said with a sad voice. The principle wasn’t angry anymore. “I have called their parents and your aunt too. You will have to solve this one on your own.” – the principle said. “This is the boy who got into a fight with your boys.” – principle said in front of the 4 mothers. “You bastard I am gonna make sure you rot in jail for the rest of your life.” – one of the mothers said it. “Your pathetic sons were trying to rape my cousin , a member of the Wilson family. I have the evidence with me. If you don’t teach your sons some new manners I Max Wilson will stand in your way to deal with this matter personally. Remember this I won’t be sent to jail for self defense but the question is how long your sons have to stay in that prison for trying to blackmail and rape attempt?” – I shot back. They didn’t say a word and stood there stupidly. Just then my aunt came “Are you all right sweety? I heard you got into a fight. I was worried. Are you hurt?” – my aunt said to me. I told her everything and she said “ Thanks god she is ok. I think we should call the police. How dare they try to put their dirty hands on Megan. I will take care of this myself.” “There’s no need. I already solved it and we don’t need to worry” – I said.
1MONTH LATER –
We got 10 days vacation cause the recent earthquake destroyed some important faculties in our school. As my younger uncle and his family is going to Australia and my older uncle is going to have a business trip so my older aunt and her children will be staying with us. Means I get to be with Megan again. The first 5 days she ignored me every time I tried to talk to her. On the 6th day something had changed. She is the one came to wake me up which turned into something I didn’t want. As she put her hand in my back to call me I took her on my bed and kissed her before opening my eyes which was regular with aunt Ashley who wakes me up every morning. Because Megan is a bit smaller than aunt Ashley the kiss landed on her forehead fortunately. She was shocked. When I opened my eyes I was more than shocked. I felt panic. I said SORRY at least 50 times in a minute. I said that I didn’t realize that it was her and I was sorry. She smiled and left saying – “We are starving because you won’t wake up from bed. Now hurry up or we will start without you.” That was surprising as I didn’t see her laugh since I kissed Amy. And most importantly she was talking to me ,,, Thanks to god for that. I was ready in a short time and when I came to breakfast I saw everyone waiting for me which was unusual cause they eat breakfast before I even get up from bed. “Thanks for waiting. Food tastes better when eating with everybody. I am truly sorry that I made you wait. It won’t happen again.” – saying that I sat to eat. “Don’t worry about that. We eat early. It’s most natural to at 8 rather than 7 in the morning.” – my older aunt replied. “Its ok. Actually I was thinking to do the same. It could turn me into a morning person which is good.” – I replied. “I haven’t thanked you properly for saving Megan that day. If you hadn’t stood up like that who knows what would happen to her. Now Megan, don’t you have anything to say to Max here.” – My older aunt said. “Thanks for saving me and taking me to the nurses office. I owe you one. So I will give you a reward later.” – she said with a weird smile. “I would have done the same for any girl in that situation so don’t sweat it.” – I replied. “You should have seen him talking to those boy’s mothers. I think he gave them a scare. I didn’t know what happened but the principal said he never saw Max acting that angry.” – aunt Ashley said. The day was wonderful. She talked with me several time and teased me about girls. She also flirted with me saying things like this and that. She also asked me once that if I would marry her even after knowing what happened to her. I of course teased back saying I would marry her no matter what happens to her and also told her that I was in love with her. She smiled every time she got close to me. She even got really really close to my body several time during the daytime. During supper she was basically trying to make me angry in front of everyone which she didn’t succeed in and most importantly no one seemed to care. Before going to bed she came up to me to give me a hug and said “See you soon. And Good night my dear.” I was basically surprised to see her like that. I mean its true that I liked it but to my utter surprise I was shocked. I don’t know about the exact time but sometime when I was asleep I heard someone knock on my doors. I went and oppened thinking it was aunt Ashley came for a quick one but what the heck. It was none other than the love of my life , Megan. “Sorry I compared you to him. I mean Bobby. I hate guys like him. And I was so rude that I didn’t even thank you.” – She said breathlessly. “Its ok, I don’t mind. you didn’t have a pleasant experience with guys so you took it out on me. That much is understandable.” – I replied. “Please let me finish first and don’t interfare when I am talking. I came here gathering all the courage I had don’t make me go away before I am finished.” – she said to me. “Ok go on please.” – I said to her. “I am sorry I took it out on you. Now , Thanks for saving me that day and taking me to the nurses office and for solving the matter that I couldn’t in last two years. Well you see , my mom noticed that I was ignoring you and so she asked if something was wrong. I told her everything including that kiss with me and Amy. Then suddenly Amy appeared and said that you were forced by her and if you had the slightest idea that she was going to kiss you then you wouldn’t have let her do it. She also admitted that she knew we kissed as she spied on us. She knew I was just behind her and she tried to make me hate you more so that she could have you. But you even scolded her and told her never to do that again. Thanks for that. You know when I asked you if you want to marry me even after knoeing what happened to me , I wasn’t joking and thanks god you said yes. So hers my confession I LOVE YOU , MAX. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU.” – She almost took my breath away saying this much so quickly. Before I could reply anything her lips met mine and I was lost in the land of paradise. I let my hand roam around her back and she didn’t mind. I pushed her closer to my body and I loved how she felt on my body. She was shiveribg on my touch and so was i. We were lost somewhere else. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.When my tongue brushed her lips she let them enter in her mouth and our toungs were dancing together. I couldn’t believe that a kiss could be this good. I was eagerly exploring her mouth and when she entered my mouth I was in heaven. I put one of my hands on her tits and she moaned in extreme pleasure. Then we stopped. I asked her “ Anyone knows you are here? I mean if something happens ,, if you understand what I mean ….” “Yes mom and Amy both knows. As for your aunt , I don’t know.” – she replied. “What about John?” – I asked again. “Nope” – she replied. I said “come inside. Just because everyone knows that doesn’t mean we shoul make out in the middle of nowhere.” She was embarassed and came into my room. I locked the door and before anything could happen we both were In the bed together fondling each other. It was a miracle that how fast we were undressed. We were enjoying our own touch and it wasn’t long when started to stroke her breasts gently; savoring their firmness and feeling her nipples harden against my moving fingers. I kissed her firm nipple and gently tug on it as I flicked my tongue across the pointed tip. Her breathing was becoming ragged and she was starting to shake as I caught the slightest trace of her aroused scent, so I slid my hand down across stomach until I was massaging her slick labia.
She was already so wet I was sure I could slide my cock deep inside in one easy thrust, but it wasn’t time for that just yet. Bobby may have taken her physical virginity, and it probably wasn’t the pleasant experience it should have been once the initial pain subsided, but I was determined to take her mental cherry. I trailed my lips down her chest with a succession of soft kisses. When I kissed the slick folds of her labia I heard her take a sudden deep breath and hold it, and then a soft groan slipped past her lips as I slid my tongue gently inside. I tasted her oozing juices for the first time as my tongue slowly explored her warm, wet pussy, and she groaned again as I felt her hands on the back of my head.
“Oh Max!” She hissed. “Oh God, OH FUCK! I don’t know what you’re doing to me but please…. don’t stop! It’s amazing….and incredible….oh, eat my pussy, please!!!”
My tongue was probing deeply and my lips were pressed firmly against her oozing pussy, so I slid back a little and carefully folded back the hood concealing her hard, inflamed clit. I kissed it gently, and she bathed my face in a spray of sweet, tangy cum. I was amazed she could cum so hard and so soon, so I stated sucking gently on her clit while I flicked the engorged tip with my tongue. She squealed and came again, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged, and she used her hands to jam my face against her so I kept going until I had to stop for a breath, my face coated in her warm juices. I eased back up beside her and watched her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Finally her eyes opened, and realizing I was lying beside her, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me against me, her body molding to mine. Her mouth was on mine, her tongue insistent as she kissed me hungrily until she broke for a breath. “I have no idea what you just did to me, but that was just amazing!!!” She whispered. “I have never experienced anything as good as that in my life!” I stroked her hair back from her angelic face. “I glad I could make you feel good honey, but I want to make love to you now, if you’re ready for me. And if you want me to. I don’t wanr to force you do somethin you don’t want to like that bustard” – I told her. In reply to my question – “She kissed me with lust which was amazing coming from her.” I got my answer even so she told me the answer I so needed to hear with my own ears.
“I am so ready Max!” She smiled back. “Take me now, please!” She slid her legs wide apart in wanton invitation and I moved down the bed, my cock hard, wet and ready to enter her. I gripped my shaft and lined up my cock head with her soaking pussy and slid in slowly, pausing when I was halfway inside. The heat that radiated from her clenching pussy was amazing, and as I waited I could feel her slowly stretch to accommodate my size, so I eased in deeper. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, as I was sure she’d had enough rough fucking to last a lifetime.
“Are you ok my love?” I asked worriedly thinking that I have hurt her. I was an expert in lovemaking thanks to my aunt but still I was worried. She was something that dared not to hurt.
Her eyes flickered open for a moment and she looked up at me. “I’m so much better than ok Max!” She whispered with a smile. I started thrusting slowly, going a little deeper each time as my cock gradually stretched its way, and enjoying the slippery hold her moist pussy was providing. I was already building toward my climax, and beads of sweat were forming on my skin. I started thrusting harder, hearing Megan moan beneath me.“Oh God, I never knew it could feel like this! Fuck me Max! Fuck me please!!!” She groaned.I was thrusting hard and my balls were firing little electric shocks up the length of my shaft.
“Oh Jesus!” Megan nearly screamed. “I’m CUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!” I felt her cum splash against me as her pussy spasmed around my shaft, and then she came again and again.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to cum Megan, I have to pull out because I don’t want to get you pregnant!” I said.
Her legs locked around my butt in a scissor grip, holding me in place as her eyes flashed open and she said something that I wasn’t expecting – “Mom put me on the pill months ago! I want your cum….in my cunt!!!”
I was momentarily shocked at her language but she was lost in a fog of fuck-lust, so I thrust back in hard and roared as I shot my load in her slick, tight fuck-hole. Spurt after spurt fired from my cock so hard and fast the pressure nearly blew me back out, and I held her tightly to stay in place.
“Oh YES!” She squealed. “Fuck me! Pump me! Fill my cunt with your hot cum!!!” I was still spraying when my knees started to tremble and I had to collapse onto her, hoping like hell I wouldn’t crush her under my weight. I was struggling for breath but managed to find the strength to roll free and collapse on the bed, a last trickle or cum oozing from my piss-slit as I lay back.
God I was tired and so was she. I don’t even know when I actually fell asleep. It was late than usual when I woke up and looked at the clock. I never overslept. I was feeling dizzy and somewhat different. When I looked at the side of my bed and saw Megan sleeping peacefully then I remembered what happened the night and I was glad that it wasn’t a dream. When I opened the door I saw Amy standing there trying to see something through my rooms key hole. She was surprised to see me and said – “Sorry , I was just worried about Megan that’s all’” She left without saying anything else. When I saw her ASS swinging from the back I was getting aroused. What the fuck. I just made love to Megan and now I was getting turned on by Amy. I closed the door and went to the bathroom. When I was soaking in the bath I saw Megan coming to join me and we took a bath together. I washed her as she washed me. Its obvious that our little bath turned into one of the quick one I usually have with my aunt Ashley. When we went downstairs everyone said together – “ Say good luck to our new couple.” “Did you two have fun lst night?” – my older aunt asked me. We both nodded positively. “You be gentle with her and keep the screming in control.” – anut Ashley said in my ears. I was embarrassed by this comment. But John wasn’t happy , he was particularly angry and was staring at me like he is going to kill me. During breakfast I couldn’t help but looking at Amy a few times.
God what was happening to me? Could it be I actually loved Amy and Megan was my object of lust? No it couldn’t be , right GUYS?

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Mrs. Horny

“Heaton? Paul Heaton?” My assistant addressed the class of sixth-form boys.
“Here, Miss.” The teenage boy nonchalantly raised his arm.
“When this class is finished Mrs. Horner wants to see you in her office. I’ve already informed Mr. Rotheray that you’ll miss his lesson.” She handed him a slip of paper and left the classroom.
I’m the Head of Sixth Form at a Private School in the North of England. I’ve been married to Jim, a policeman, for 22 years. We’ve never had children of our own. Perhaps our jobs have put us off!
My nickname among the pupils is Mrs. Horny! Obviously a play on my surname, but I also because I like to dress ‘nice’. I usually wear stockings under my skirts, (hopefully not too obvious) and I like to show a little bit of cleavage too. I’ve taught at this school for 7 years.
Paul Heaton is the 18 year old Captain of both the rugby and cricket teams. He was very bright but had recently lost interest in his work and was becoming a bit of a troublemaker.
Dave Hemmingway, the Gym teacher had once, crudely, told me that all Paul needed was a ‘young tart’ to empty his balls into and he would be fine.
“Come in!” I called out when Paul knocked on my door.
“Sit down,” I told him, as I read the final few paragraphs of a report that some of his teachers had written about him.
I looked at him over the top of my glasses.
“Do you know why I want to see you?” I asked him.
“No Miss.” He replied, his eyes flicking around my office.
I walked around my desk and perched on the front as I began my lecture to him about ‘working hard’, ‘making more effort’, ‘curbing his temper’, etc, etc.
He looked sheepish and kept nodding his head.
I turned and leant back across the desk to pick up the report. If I did it just right I was sure that he would be able to see my stocking top. When I sat upright again I waved the report at him.
Paul was grinning from ear to ear.
“What are you smiling at?” I demanded to know.
“Nothing Miss.” He lied as he shuffled in his seat, sliding down so he could get a clearer look up my skirt as I crossed my legs.
“Paul!” I waved the report again, “I’ve spent all afternoon reading this! It’s about you! What do you think it says?”
He shrugged his shoulders and didn’t take his eyes off the lace at the top of my black stockings.
“Three of your teachers want me to expel you!” I lied, “What are you prepared to do to make me change their minds?”
Paul suddenly looked shocked, “Anything Miss! I’m sorry! Don’t tell my parents please. I’ll change…honest!” He rambled.
“Well,” I smiled at him; “there may be something that you can do that will convince me that you want to stay at this school.”
“What’s that Miss?” he began to relax; now looking at my ample bosom as I leant forward.
I put the report back on my desk and stepped towards him. I was pleased to see a bulge in his trousers.
“Stand up!” I told him as firmly as possible. Paul stood eye to eye with me.
I stroked his crotch.
“MISS!” He gasped.
“So do you play with yourself?” I cheekily asked him.
“No Miss. Sort of. Oooohh Miss!” He nearly choked as I squeezed his balls.
“What do you think of when you play with yourself?” I chuckled as I lifted his hands and placed them on my large 34d breasts. He instantly grabbed them and began kneading them like dough. I normally like my husband to be sensitive with them, but Paul’s amateur grappling felt very, very sexy.
He blushed and told me, “Madonna, Meg Ryan, Uma Therman…loads of women!”
I grinned as I continued stroking and squeezing his young manhood through his school trousers.
“You like older women do you?” I asked as I tickled his heavy balls, “Would you like to have sex with an older woman?” He didn’t need asking twice, and nodded his head.
“Because I like having sex with younger men!” I laughed as I kissed him sliding my tongue past his soft lips and into his mouth.
“Do my breasts feel nice?” I asked as he grappled with them through my blouse.
“Yes Miss!” He grinned as he squashed them together making my cleavage look like a mountain range.
“Would you like to see them?” I sexily smiled.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Whoa! YES PLEASE!” Paul nearly choked on the words.
“Take my top off.” I whispered. He quickly fumbled with the hem and in no time it was flung onto the floor.
He looked at me for guidance.
“That’s good, keep doing that.” I groaned as he boyishly groped my tits through my bra.
I unclipped it with one hand and pulled his face in between my naked heaving breasts with the other.
Together we ripped his blazer, shirt and tie off, dropping them at our feet.
His muscle bound, hairless torso looked magnificent as my hands stroked and tickled his chest and shoulders.
Paul’s firm hands and wet tongue covered every inch of my matronly tits. His hot breath made my nipples stick out like peanuts.
“Suck my tits, suck them!” I gasped. He instantly obeyed, smothering an aching teat with his warm wet mouth. My tits tingled for the first time in years.
My own fingers were now unzipping his trousers and fumbling with his underpants. His cock felt huge as I pulled it out of his pants.
“Stop! Sit on my desk!” I gulped as I pushed him away. His cock was about 6 inches long and as thick as my wrist, waving from side to side as he moved across the room.
As Paul sat on the edge of my desk his cock stood up like a flag-pole, he instinctively wanked it as I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor leaving me standing in front of my schoolboy pupil in just my stockings and sexy black knickers.
This man/boy looked so erotic standing naked with his massive cock in his hand.
I took his thick cock in my hands and rolled my fingers along the fat length, shadowing every blue vein with my bright red fingernails.
“I love sucking cocks. Do you want me to suck yours?” I nearly begged him.
“Yes Miss.” He grunted as I covered the soft purple knob with my brightly coloured lips. My fingers engulfed his thick shaft, as I tasted his young cock. I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d sucked a cock that was as hard as this. He was absolutely rock solid as I tried to get it all in my mouth. I sucked and licked and chewed him as if my life depended on it.
As I blew him my hands began stroking his hairy legs and arse. I’d forgotten that men’s’ bodies could be this firm or muscular.
“Mmmm.” I moaned as his cock tickled my tonsils. My left hand squeezing his spunk filled bollocks as my right rubbed and stroked the length of his shaft.
After two or three minutes Paul tensed up and began groaning, my rubbing became faster as all I wanted to do was taste his virile young spunk.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” he grunted as the first large spurt filled my mouth. It was wonderfully thick and salty as it hit the back of my throat. I gripped his cock and sucked every last drop into my mouth and swallowed it deep down into my belly.
When he was finally finished I stood up and licked his gorgeous stomach, chest and nipples with my cum covered tongue.
Like all young men he seemed fascinated with my large breasts. His hands automatically grabbed them again as I eased my knickers off. The pain was exquisite and he made my eyes water as he twisted and tugged my extended nipples.
“Ohhhh Paul,” I groaned as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my tits.
With my breasts stinging with pain I whispered, “Do you want to lick my cunt?”
He looked surprised, “Yes. But I don’t know how to.”
“I’ll teach you,” I told him as I pulled away and lay back on the desk with my knees in the air and my feet on the edge exposing my glistening gash to him.
His pale blue eyes sparkled as he stared at my welcoming shaven haven.
When I pulled the sticky flaps apart I was so wet I felt some of my love-juice trickle out and run onto some papers that were lying underneath me.
“Stick your tongue out and slowly lick the edge,” I advised him, “take your time.”
He tentatively ran his tongue along my outer labia. His eyes grew in size as he quickly acquired the taste of woman.
His face nearly disappeared inside me as he lapped and sucked my trembling pussy. Paul’s nose kept touching my clitoris as he tongue fucked me, sending me nearer and nearer the edge of a fantastic orgasm.
I could still taste his bittersweet cum in my mouth as I told him, “Oh fucking Hell Paul…yes…yes…. That’s good…yesssss…oh God, Paul you’re making my cunt very wet…. Finger me, finger me, and push your fingers in!”
I moaned and groaned as he tried to get his fingers past his chin and into my aching hole.
I had to grab and squeeze my heaving tits, pulling and tugging at my nipples just as my young lover had done moments before.
“Higher, higher!” I gasped as his tongue flashed just underneath my clit for the hundredth time. He did as he was told and instantly found my throbbing clit at the same time as two of his thick fingers slid deep inside my vagina.
“Aaaarrrggghhh, Uuuuggghh, ssshhhiiittt!” I groaned and shook my head as my orgasm finally hit me making me shake like a jelly.
As I lay trembling in the afterglow of my orgasm, Paul took two steps back as if to survey his handiwork.
Still with one stocking clad leg raised on my desk and the other dangling over the edge I realised that his massive cock was as hard as before.
“God! It is true about young men’s’ recovery time!” I laughed to myself.
“Fuck me!” I told him as I lifted my leg back onto the desk and beckoned him towards me.
As he nudged his fat knob into my cunt I pulled my nylon covered legs back until my knees touched my tits.
“Shit! Fucking SHIT! Ooh you fucker! You little fucker!” I groaned as inch by inch his fat monster filled my under used pussy.
He leant forward and gripped onto the far edge of my desk as the last of his cock filled me up putting lots of pressure onto my cervix. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” I hissed.
He complied by drilling his massive thing into me, time after time.
I’d been promiscuous most of my life and had many lovers but this young boy was fucking the living daylights out of me. My feet were soon pushed back around my ears as he relentlessly pounded my pussy making me moan, groan, purr and pant.
“Miss! This is…. This is…is fucking great! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He wailed as his cock continued thrashing my middle-aged vagina.
After five or six minutes of this fantastic fuck I was beginning to regret sucking him off earlier. He was lasting forever! I was in absolute ecstasy as he tried to nail me to the desk with that fabulous hunk of meat.
“I want to cum! I want to cum!” Paul grunted as sweat dripped from his forehead onto my neck.
“Let me turn over,” I panted.
My stomach and back ached like never before as I rolled onto my stomach and positioned myself on all fours for him.
His cock looked even bigger and sexier as he stood with his hands on his hips waiting for me to get comfortable.
“Can I…you know…cum inside you?” he asked as I spread my legs.
“Oh yes!” I purred again.
I had to guide it in for him, but once the knob found the spot he resumed at the same furious pace as before.
Getting fucked doggy style is just the most amazing feeling at the best of times, but when your lover is standing up at exactly the right angle and happens to have a fat 6 inch cock – the feeling is out of this fucking world!
Paul grabbed my fleshy hips and fucked me like a dog and its bitch. He pounded and pounded until his cock felt like it was going deep into my belly.
I knew that he couldn’t last much longer, but couldn’t do anything to help him but hang onto the edge of the desk.
“Miss! Miss! Miss!” he called out, “I’m cumming!”
“I know, I know!” I gasped as I thrust my arse back to try and meet his energetic thrusts.
“Haaaaaaaaa, Oooohh, Oooohh!” he groaned as his hot spunk exploded inside my womb. Paul dug his fingers into my soft skin as he clung onto me while the last drops of his cum flooded my well-fucked hole.
My young lover silently withdrew his flaccid cock and flopped trembling onto the wooden chair. His face was a picture of wonderment and shock.
I ungraciously crawled off the desk in the most unladylike manner, but felt absolutely wonderful as my stretched vagina oozed excess spunk down the inside of my thighs.
The Gym teacher, Mr. Hemmingway, had been right; all Paul had needed was some tart to empty his balls into; but that tart was me his teacher.
Paul came to my office every Wednesday afternoon for private tuition until the end of term in the July. We fucked and sucked in every position possible. I was sexually fulfilled for the first time in 20 years and he seemed able to concentrate on his schoolwork again, subsequently passing his exams and going to College.
Thankfully he kept his promise of silence and our secret never came out, until now.
Mrs. Horny

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Gerard, my uncle and master 2

I woke up sweating. It was hot and I sensed it was late. My entire face was burning with arousal and my cock felt hard than ever. I turned onto my back. My cock had left a huge spot of precum on the bed. I could feel the warm wetness against my skin.
I sighed and with a jolt remember where I was. I was awake and back into his service. Only in my sleep had I been free from him.
I turned my head and saw that my laptop had sprung to life. Little dings told me someone was talking to me on skype.
I sat up with a groan and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I arched over to the laptop. Gerard, or ‘boytrainer’ was talking to me. I saw myself sitting naked with a huge boner on the little webcam screen.
“Morning my slave. Wakey wakey” Gerard said.
The audio was on. “Morning, master” I croaked.
“Look at you, all ready for a new day I see.” He said. My cock was unmistakable on the cam.
“Hmm get yourself clean and go to my cabin. You missed breakfast with the family so I brought you some.” He ordered.
I stretched myself and slowly got up to go to the bathroom for a shower.
*ding ding*. Gerard said something else.
“Wait don’t go wash yourself in the bathroom right away. You should clean yourself first.”
I looked at the webcam confused.
Gerard was quiet for a while and then gave me new orders.
“You are my slave. You don’t wash your cock with just some soap, silly. Use your finger. Twirl it around and lick it clean. “
I sighed deeply. I was too tired to even defy him. I peeled my uncut skin away from my cockhead with one hand and started cleaning it with the other. Soon my finger was shining with my own precum and I licked it off like he told me. I repeated it a few times until my cockhead was dripping in saliva and I tasted nothing but my own cock.
“Good boy” Gerard said. “Go take a shower and get yourself squeaky clean. I want you to smell all nice for your master.” He ordered me.
I sighed again, got up and really went to the bathroom now. I relieved myself and after that took a long warm shower.
I was scared of what was to come. I had no idea how far Gerard would push me. No matter how hard I thought I just couldn’t see a clean way out. But I also wondered if it was worth it. Perhaps it was better to have my family see my naughty video instead of being my uncle’s toy for the rest of the week.
Once I was done I looked into the mirror to myself. I liked what I saw. I was proud of my skinny body. Glad with my cock and I actually really loved my long black hair. Gerard should pay to play with this I, thought.
I combed my hair straight and then walked to my suitcase. I wondered what clothes I was going to wear today but then realized that wasn’t up to me. Even worse, he had told me to go to his cabin but hadn’t told me I could wear any piece of clothing. Oh fuck.
My legs felt like rubber when I walked over to the door. It was quiet outside but I didn’t dare to open it yet. I felt so naked again. I leaned against the door and tried to get myself ready for the walk to his cabin. It wasn’t far but it seemed like miles. Nothing to cover me. Then it got even worse.
I felt it. The familiar twitch and warmth. My cock started to grow inch by inch.
I couldn’t understand why. I was so scared and worried to go outside naked, but yet I got harder and harder. My cock hit the door with a soft pat.
It was too much. I turned away from the door and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. I guessed a towel wasn’t actually clothing so I wasn’t disobeying him. Right?
I knew it was a flimsy excuse. I tied it to my middle and grabbed the door but then stopped myself.
It bothered me that I was going to start the day disobeying Gerard. I didn’t know why it bothered me. Perhaps it was fear, but it just felt wrong to suddenly defy him at the very start.
I hated everything about it. I jerked the towel from my body and threw it violently across the cabin.
Fuck it.
I flung the door open and sprinted to his cabin. The bright sun and cool air on my body felt so exposing I thought I was going to pass out. The soft grass passed under my feet with high speed yet his cabin looked so far away.
I threw my head left and right, looking for anyone who might see me like this. Thankfully our part of the complex was empty. I heard my cousins yell and shout in the distance, but around me there was nothing but empty nature.
I almost crashed into his cabin. I banged the door loudly.
“I’m here” I breathed.
Heavy footsteps told me he was coming. But once they were at the door nothing happened.
I knocked again.
“Please let me in.”
Nothing.
Every seconds I panicked more. I was so exposed and the way back seemed way too long. I heard the yelling of my cousins louder and louder. I wasn’t sure if I was imaging it or if they were actually nearing me. My cock was still hard and I had nothing to hide.
With a big shock I realized my error.
I knocked the door loudly again. “I’m sorry! Please open the door, master” I added the almost magic word.
The door opened right away after I had called him by his title and I stumbled inside.
I was shaking all over. I leaned on my knees and breathed heavily to get my composure back.
Gerard felt like my savoir. It was odd, he was the one forcing me to expose myself like this yet I was so grateful for opening the door I could kiss him. He softly rubbed my back.
“Well done boy.” He complimented me.
Once I had caught my breath I looked up to my master. He was fully dressed this morning and it seemed in a cheery mood. He chuckled.
“Kind of a shame having you already sweating after being so clean. Ah well lets eat.” He said and leaded me to the living room.
My heart sank when I entered it.
He had done his best on the breakfast table. It was filled from side to side with food. Fresh orangejuice was in a large pitcher. There were two empty plates waiting for us on either side of the table.
Gerard had taken a chair from outside for me. One that wasn’t plastic like his but made from woven wood strings. Right in the middle of the chair he had set a rubber toy with the flat base caught between two strings. I just stared at it. I looked actually kind of small. I didn’t know they made anal toys in those sizes as well, being used to seeing the toys for porn movies.
I felt him softly squeeze my shoulder.
“Looks good doesn’t it?” he said happily. He walked over to it and stood right next to the chair, offering it to me.
“It’s a good thing they have these chairs here. Or else I would have had to work with glue or tape and that wouldn’t look right for my little toy.” I didn’t know he meant me or the rubbery thing stuck on the chair. My cock was pointing proudly forward again. I hated it but this time I knew why.
I had never used a real toy. Just that one sharpie and sometimes a finger. This was more of the real thing. Something made for pleasure and a part of me couldn’t wait to try it out.
“Come here.” Gerard ordered me gently. Step by step I walked towards the wooden chair. My heart was pounding again. Once I was standing in front of him I looked down at my own bouncing cock.
I didn’t want him to see I was kind of happy with this.
“So have you ever played with a real sex toy?” he asked. I shook my head. “No master.”
“I thought so. I’ll make it easier on you.” He said and grabbed something from his pocket. It was a tiny black bottle with a naked man on it. He uncapped it and poured some of the slick liquid over the rubber toy. It shone all over now and looked inviting. I turned myself and stared at the breakfast table while I lowered myself to the toy.
I grabbed the edges of the chair so I could carry my weight as I moved my hips back and forward, aligning my hole with the tip of the toy. Once I had found it I slowly lowered myself.
I opened up. Slowly my hole accepted the toy as I went further down. The first inch was fine, but nearing the seconds the toy got wider and I felt the pressure increase. At the third inch it started to really hurt and nearing the last inch, at the widest part of the toy I couldn’t take it anymore. I held my weight but stopped moving.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t.” I breathed. Gerard moved slowly and placed both his hands on my hips. He didn’t push me down but kept me from going back up.
As gentle as a lover he whispered “I’m sorry, what?”.
I started to sweat all over and felt my face burning. “I’m sorry master.” I quickly said.
Gerard let go and I moved myself back up, away from the pain and pressure. The moment the toy exited my toy a rush of pure pleasure washed over me. I let out a high pitched girly moan that embarrassed me to no end. Gerard chuckled.
“You know, it’s called a toy for a reason. Don’t force yourself on there, play with it.” He told me patiently.
I was glad he didn’t say anything about the sound I had made. Shivering I lowered myself to the toy again. It would never work, I thought.
The first inch went in easy again. But Gerard stopped me when I went lower. He placed both his hands on either cheek, carrying my weight.
“You need to ride it a little” he told me and lifted me a tiny bit, then lowered me. Again I made that weird childish moan. I bit my lip and Gerard removed his hands. I quickly carried my own weight before I slipped down.
He caressed his thumb over my lip. “No no no Lex. Don’t be ashamed. Let yourself go.”
I opened my mouth and let out a long satisfying ‘ah’. Gerard smiled and cupped my face.
I couldn’t think anymore. I was so aroused. I knew he was enjoying my hard cock and my embarrassed face but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Ride it” he whispered.
I obeyed. I moved my butt up and down. It felt amazing. At first it was just the rubber sliding along my opening. But I started to realize I was holding the chair. Both my arms were nowhere near my ass that was being filled. My own body started to move faster. The room filled itself with my moans and all I wanted was more. More and deeper.
The intense pressure started to feel good and dirty. There was an actual toy in me.
It went deeper and deeper. My cock was twitching and throbbing. I let myself go and with one final thrust I lowered my body over the last inch. There was a tiny hint of pain but then my hole closed itself over the final smaller part of the toy. I was plugged.
My own butt was stuck to this chair, plugged and caught by a real toy. I was breathing loudly and my nails hurt from digging themselves into the chair.
Gerard softly massaged my belly and chest and I leaned back. It was over. The toy felt a bit annoying so I spread my legs as far as I could, easing the pressure.
I couldn’t help myself and grabbed my balls and pulled them up. It was a strange sight. I could see the toy just disappear in my own body. I smiled proudly to Gerard.
“Perfect.” He told me and moved behind me.
He slid the chair towards the table and I yelled out loudly. The scratching of the chair over the floor sent vibrations all throughout my body. I leaned forward and grabbed my tummy with both my arms where the vibrations had been. Breathing loudly again.
Gerard grabbed my shoulders and gave me a very intense and relaxing massage.
“Just relax yourself, you’ll get used to it.” He comforted me.
Once my breathing had slowed and I could open my eyes again he stopped and settled himself on his own chair.
“And?” he asked while he grabbed some bread “How does it feel?” he asked me.
I shrugged as much as I dared. It felt as if any movement I made would stop the pleasure and start pain. “I… I don’t know, master” I stammered.
“Well does it hurt?” he asked.
I shook my head slowly. “No, master. It just feels… full” I said.
He chuckled again.
“Well I’m glad it didn’t hurt. It is the smallest buttplug I could find.” By the way he said it I knew what I had to say. I didn’t want to, but I felt so vulnerable I had to.
“Thank you, master” I softly whispered.
We started eating breakfast. It was difficult at first. Whenever I grabbed something from the table and moved back I whimpered and moaned. The toy didn’t hurt but my body kept telling me it was there. In my own ass. I felt dirty and vulnerable. My cock slowly went flaccid.
Gerard started chatting. About what my family had planned for the day. The great weather. How his night was.
I started to relax more. I started to enjoy myself. Then Gerard asked me how I figured out I am gay. The question took me by surprise. But suddenly I felt so relieved and happy. Throughout all this mess of him using me I had forgotten an important part. I now personally knew someone who knows about my sexuality. For the first time in my life I could openly talk about it.
I first answered him shortly, but quickly I opened up a waterfall of stories and feelings. How guilty I had felt. My first crush. The gay porn I watched. Everything.
Gerard listened with great care and patience.
Once I was done we were quiet for a bit. Then I asked him a question.
“How did you figure it out? Master.” I softly asked.
Gerard chuckled.
“That would be a complex story. And too personal. But how about I’ll tell you how I started training boys like you?” he offered in return.
I nodded.
“It comes with a small price though.” He said with a friendly smile and handed me a glass teacup.
“Fill it up. Just your precum though, no orgasms yet.” He ordered, then he grinned. “Oh and no hands either.”
I could have known. I actually kind of enjoyed the idea. I clasped the cup between my legs and lay my flaccid cock in the glass. My cock already made an imprint on the side with precum.
I shook my hips back and forward. Very slowly. It felt amazing and my cock increased in length with every thrust. Once it was pressing hard against the glass I stopped. I waited for it to go soft again and looked up at Gerard waiting for his story.
He started telling me how he first just watched boys and men jerk themselves on cam. How he thought it would arouse him but ended up just boring him. Until he met a boy online, “only half as cute as you though” he said with a smile, that wouldn’t mind giving him a little show.
He stopped talking here. My cock had gone soft and I was rocking back and forward with my body making it hard again. Once I had stopped and had my breath under control Gerard continued his story.
He told me how that boy wasn’t actually that good at giving a show. So he started directing him. Giving him ideas and tips on how to be more sexy and dirty. It didn’t take long for him to realize that that was what he had been looking for. After he was ‘done with the boy’ he started to really get into it. He did tell me once more that so far it had only been online. I was his first actual little slave.
My cock had gone flaccid and once more I rocked my hips. The pressure deep inside my body made me shiver and I felt myself leaking. Once it was hard Gerard ordered me to squeeze out everything and show him the cup. I obeyed.
One side of the cup had a nice decent layer of precum. The clear slick juice was running down slowly in a tiny puddle on the bottom. Gerard took the cup from my hands and looked at it closely.
“Not bad.” He said and then raised it to me “Tea?” he asked with a big smile.
I nodded slowly, knowing that if I refused I would receive my dose in another way.
He filled the cup with water and placed a teabag inside. I could smell the sweet aroma of roseberry.
He handed it back to me. I took a small sip.
It tasted wonderful. I felt the nice warmth and sweetness of the tea, while the aftertaste was unmistakable my own cock. I blushed a little when I thought of doing this more often with my own tea. I took a few more sips and let the warmth course over me. I fully relaxed now. I was still a little aroused but more in control.
“You like it?” Gerard asked.
I nodded faintly. Why was it so difficult to defy him. All I wanted was to disappear and relax.
Gerard got up and took the cup from my hands. He opened his fly and aimed his own cock right over the glass. After a squeeze I saw a huge dose of precum fall in and mix with the tea and my stuff. He handed it back to me.
I looked at it. I couldn’t see anymore which of the floating strings where his or mine. I didn’t care. I took a sip. I could clearly taste cock stronger now. A salty musky taste. I wanted to wince and grimace. Tell him it was disgusting. Instead I felt kind of proud. I could taste another mans cock. I was actually swallowing it. My cock got harder and the plug felt tighter.
I hated him so much yet it tasted beautiful. I hid my reaction from Gerard.
He didn’t sit back down but instead walked from the table to a large suitcase that was in the corner of the room. He opened it up and I got a glimpse of bright red colored clothing and a hint of lace.
Gerard saw me watching and quickly turned the case away from my sight.
“No peaking now. You don’t want to ruin the surprise now?” He said.
“No, master” I softly answered.
Gerard mumbled to himself while searching through the suitcase.
After a minute or so he said “Ah, gotcha.” And picked out some kind of underwear. It was neon blue laced. It was the tiniest piece of fabric for a underwear and I quickly noticed to front was wrong.
Or missing in a way.
“Come here my little boy.” Gerard said friendly. I took a deep breath and tensed up all my muscles. In my head I slowly counted from 3 to 0. I stood up.
There was a twinge of pain and a huge increase of pressure, quickly followed by a ‘plop’ and a near orgasm. My ass was freed from the plug and I nearly fell down in pleasure.
My entire being disappeared. I wanted to run to Gerard and tear his pants down so I could stuff his cock in my mouth. I wanted to moan loud and jerk myself to an orgasm. My hole was throbbing pleasantly and my knees were shaking.
The feeling quickly disappeared luckily.
I turned and tried to walk to Gerard. I only made it two steps and them my legs gave way. I nearly fell to the floor but Gerard dropped the underwear and launched himself forward. He clapsed both my arms and I fell onto his body.
“Careful now” he said breathing heavily and softly stroked my back. I felt his clothes against my naked body. My hard cock was pressed against him. I hated myself for it but I hugged him tightly. I pressed my head on his chest and relaxed. I felt safe with him.
Once I had a grip on my own body again Gerard slowly let me go. He picked up the underwear and gave it to me.
“For you.” He said.
I took it from him and thanked my master.
They were crotchless panties. So girly.
I had to turn it around a few times before I saw how they should be worn. Then I slid it over my legs.
The fabric was softer than anything I had ever worn before. It was difficult to get my hard cock into the slit at the front but I managed. Eventually with a bit of tugging I got my balls through them as well.
The panties made my package stand out more than ever.
“Perfect” Gerard told me and pushed me towards the bathroom. It felt weird walking with it. My cock kept tugging on the underwear so the little string at the back rubbed over my still throbbing hole.
Inside the bathroom Gerard showed me to the mirror. I was pleasantly surprised with the result. My round butt looked cute in the girly underwear. It was so weird seeing the blue lace on my hairless body. If I would squint and hide my cock I looked like a teenage girl. I looked… sexy.
I couldn’t help but smile a little and I turned sideways, showing off my butt.
Gerard softly slapped it and made the skin jiggle.
“See, you really are a naughty boy.” He complimented me.
“Thank you, master” I thanked him.
We walked back again. Instead of sitting down at the breakfast table Gerard poured himself a cup of coffee and took it out back. There was a tiny porch on the backside of his cabin where more of those wooden chairs stood. I followed him out but Gerard sent me back to get my tea. I should finish it, he told me.
It was weird sitting down. I could feel my balls and cock touch the wood while I was wearing underwear. We sat down in silence for a while. I silently drank my juiced up tea and he sipped of his coffee. I felt the outdoor air. I felt the sun on my naked skin, yet this time I didn’t felt exposed. It didn’t really feel that naked. After seeing myself in the mirror. Seeing myself as being, sexy, I didn’t really mind it so much. Adding to that was Gerard sitting next to me. Weirdly, I felt safe with him.
I really relaxed now. I enjoyed the weather, my dirty tea and naughty underwear.
“Wanna get dressed and see what the rest is up to?” Gerard asked me.
I nodded “Yeah sure.”
There was silence. Then Gerard sighed deeply.
“Come now Lex, you were doing so great this morning.”
Oh fuck. I was so relaxed I had forgotten.
“I’m sorry master!” I quickly said. But Gerard was shaking his head.
“Go fetch all your clothes, and walk slow this time. I want to a relaxed stroll and not a sprint.”
My heart started to pound. I dreaded the walk. I slowly got up and walked around his cabin towards the trail that led to mine. Every step made my panties tug on my crotch and remind me of my naughty underwear. Slowly I started to relax. My mind was divided. A part was panicking and shouting I should run, yet another kind of wanted to be caught. I wanted to be seen in my revealing underwear. I wanted more people than just me and my uncle see how good it looked on me. How it made me look sexy.
When I closed my cabin door behind me I was actually a bit disappointed no one had seen me. I quickly fetched all my clothing and stuffed them in my own suitcase. I picked it up and slowly walked back to my master. Step by step I revealed myself to the world without being seen.
I was actually smiling when I walked back into his cabin.
I handed my suitcase to my master and I quickly started to sort through my clothes. Eventually he found one of my low-waist skinny jeans. I loved that one. The middle curved downwards leaving hardly any room for my crotch. I didn’t like it that it was so revealing. But the feminine curve in the jeans made my body look awesome.
However I knew he chose that one for it wouldn’t hide much of the lace around my waste. Before he handed it to me he slipped his hand in the left pocked and pulled the white fabric out.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll sow it back again at the end of the week.” He said before he grabbed a pair of scissors and neatly cut away the sowing line leaving a hole.
“There.” Master said. “Now you have access to your beautiful cock whenever I want you to have.” And he gave me the jeans.
I wrestled myself in the tight jeans and felt pretty good on how my cock and butt touched the fabric inside. It was exposing and dirty.
I slipped my hand in my pocket and felt how I could touch the skin on my leg. Gerard had picked out a nice tight black shirt. It was a good choice, it hid my panties unless I would raise my arms above my head. After I put on my shoes Gerard started touching my crotch.
He placed his hand between my legs and started to feel me up. Slowly he got me hard. I had to steady my self with his shoulders again and moaned softly as my uncle played with my cock through my jeans.
Once I had an almost painful bulge he used his thumb to shove my cock to the left.
With a bit of tugging he managed to get my cock through the hole in my pocket until the head peaked out. He softly fingered the tip of my uncut skin and let it slip between it. The bare touch of his finger on my cockhead really made me moan and shiver. He then fed that finger to me and I licked it slowly.
“Perfect.” He said.
We left the cabin to go join the rest of the family at the main building.
The first part of the walk was difficult. With my head out of my jeans every step I made jerked on my cock. Keeping it hard and exposed. I started walking slower as we were nearing the first of the other cabins. Eventually I stopped completely and waited for my cock to go soft and I could hide it again.
Master didn’t mind but patiently waited for my body to relax.
I knew why. The crotch less panties made me have a bulge even if I was completely soft. Between my legs you could even see an outline of my lowest ball. I ignored it.
Once I was ready we moved on and eventually found mom and dad sitting in the sun on a patch of grass behind the main building. My sisters and all of my cousins were on the far side of the complex in the pool. My parents greeted me and they thanked Gerard for bringing me breakfast as we sat down next to them. At first I was nervous. I thought that any movement I made would show them my naughty underwear. But they were too busy tanning and relaxing.
After a while I started to get bored.
The morning with uncle had got me so aroused and my emotions all over the place that this normal tanning was just boring and dull. Somehow I wanted a new sexual impulse. I took short glances to Gerard, seeing if he ordered me something, but he didn’t. He took off his shirt and relaxed like my parents. He only once teased me by asking me why I didn’t take my shirt off. Knowing that would fully reveal the laced string around my hips.
After a long hour of doing nothing my parents got up and said they were going for a swim. I didn’t join them, fearing what uncle might ask of me if I did. He stayed silent accept for the occasional chit chat. No orders, no slave stuff. Just relaxing.
It was terrible. I kept being worried and anticipating about what would happen next. My cock was stuck in my skinnies with a hole in my panties and jeans. Nothing happened.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heat of the sun. I was almost asleep when I felt his hand on my leg. The sudden touch caused me to jolt. He chuckled.
“Are you relaxing?” he whispers.
“Yes, master” I whispered back.
“Aroused?” he asked.
“No, not really, master.” I replied.
He smiled friendly and let go of my leg.
“Do you despise you entire family, or is there an uncle, aunt or cousin you can actually talk to?” he asked.
I raised my eyebrow in surprise. I hadn’t expected such a question. I thought about it for a while.
“Mary.” I finally answered. Aunt Mary wasn’t actually related but married to one of my uncles. She had grown up in our capital and she had this open and direct way of talking. I kind of liked her.
“I’m going to give you an order you are going to hate. But trust me in this, it would be good for you to follow it.” Gerard slowly said.
I was really in fear now. Suddenly I felt completely naked again and hating Gerard. If he would corrupt my relationship to the only one I could actually talk to I would be out of this whole mess. I didn’t care what would happen but I would stop and go to the cops.
The order he gave me was nothing I could have suspected.
“I want you to find Mary and come out to her.” He softly said.
“What?!” I replied.
Gerard sighed. I knew I hadn’t called him master but whatever. I didn’t know what his plan was but I didn’t like it anyway.
He repeated his order with care. Stopping after every word.
“I want you to find Mary and come out to her.”
“Why?” I retorted.
He grabbed my leg again. “I have already explained why I do what I do. Now, we can either go back to my cabin and figure out a new way for you to obey me. Or, you can stop acting like a brat and do what I told you. Go.”
I hated his relaxed tone. So warm and calming, even though there was a clear threat in what he said.
Hatred rushed through me. I whispered so I made sure only he heard me.
“Why don’t you stick your cock in me and be done with it.” I told him.
Right afterwards my face burned and I felt scared. I did my best to hide it from him.
Gerard reacted relaxed and he chuckled. “Beg me for it.” He said.
I looked at him. “what?”
“Beg. Go on your knees and beg me for it and I’ll give you my cock.” He patiently waited for my reply.
I was too shocked and angry to get my voice to work. He raised one eyebrow.
“No? Well go find Mary then.” He said and leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes.
How was it that he had so much power of me. It was so difficult to grasp. I gave up. I stood up, adjusted my girly string that to my hatred felt so good and stalked off.
I didn’t know where I was going until I stood in front of the closed door of Mary’s cabin. It seemed my body would listen to him even if I didn’t .
I raised my arm to knock, and then lowered it again. What the hell was I going to do now. Just randomly tell her about me being gay. Even my best friends didn’t know.
The only ones who did were anonymous old perverts online and my uncle, who was worse than all the perverts combined.
I was about to leave the cabin when I heard a voice behind me.
“Mary is at the back!”
One of my cousins ran past the cabin followed by another who was making some sort of death scream. Before I could really go away I heard her voice.
“Yeah I’m here! Who is it?” I heard her yell from the back side of the cabin.
With lead in my shoes I followed the path that curved around the cabin and ended in another small path of grass with some chairs and a blanket. Mary was in one of the chairs and she was holding a glass of wine. I waved slowly at her.
“Lex! Oh come join me. I missed you at breakfast.” She invited me with a smile.
I slowly sat down in a chair next to her and hated the fact the string pleasantly rubbed over my hole as I did that.
The fact my left pocket was missing for easy acces to my own cock, and that I was wearing ladies underwear, and the fact my ass still throbbed from my ‘special chair’ that morning all reminded me of the power my uncle had. I had really no choice.
“Can I talk to you?” I softly asked.
Within seconds she sat up and sat her wine next to her. She knew I wasn’t there for a friendly chat, women are like that I guess.
“What is it hon? Did something happen?” she questioned. I shook my head slowly.
Just like that morning, I opened my mouth and an entire waterfall came out.
I told her I was gay, and I hated myself for it. And the struggle I had. I started to sob and eventually cry.
Mary turned out to be more awesome than I had thought. She comforted me in the best way. Told me it was fine and there was nothing wrong with it. That I was handsome and would have no trouble finding a boyfriend. That my parents would have no problems with it. On and on she went.
It felt incredibly good.
After a long talk I left her. I walked in an emotional daze towards my cabin. I felt so free. So relieved. Someone else now knew and she had been so good with it. In a dreamlike state I arrived at my cabin.
“Hey come here.” I heard him yell. I turned my head. On the path to his cabin Gerard was waiting for me. In the same daze I walked over to him and followed him towards his cabin.
We went inside and he closed the door behind me. Once we were completely alone I turned to him and fell in his arms. I started to cry again and thanked him over and over again.
He slowly rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head.
“You did great.” He whispered.
Once my tears were dried up I let him go again. My face had left a huge wet spot on his shirt but he didn’t seem to mind. He was smiling proudly.
“See, you can trust me.” He said and I nodded.
“Come, I’ll give you a reward. The punishment for your behaviour has to wait.” He said and walked to the back of his cabin and went to the porch.
I followed him.
Outside on the grass was a big beach towel with a pillow at one end. Gerard motioned me to lay down and I did. Gerard kneeled beside me and started to undress me. Piece by piece he got me naked. I was still so shook up from my coming out I wasn’t even worried. I just faintly wondered how he would use me. He even took the naughty underwear off so I was completely naked and exposed to him.
“Turn around.” He ordered me. I obeyed.
So my ass would be used, I thought. But didn’t really care.
I felt him lay his hands on my upper back. Then he lifted his palms so only his thumbs where touching my back. He applied some pressure and did something else. I’m not sure what he did but within seconds I was softly moaning in pure pleasure. Not erotic pleasure, just pure relaxed pleasure.
His magic hands got my entire body relaxed with just a few pushes left and right.
I lost my grip on the world and soon I was face down in the pillow revelling in pure bliss.
Lower and lower his hands went, gripping, touching and rubbing every muscle my back seemed to have and get them relaxed.
I have no idea how long I lay there. I had never been happier in my life. It felt beyond amazing. He touched my hole more than once. That was slightly erotic, but it was so gentle and relaxed it only added to my bliss.
If he had asked me if he could fuck me then I would have said yes without a doubt. For once I was truly, truly grateful with him. But he didn’t.
It was nearing dinner time when he got up and left me for a short period. I hardly noticed. I was completely out of it.
When he came back I heard him crouch near my legs. Very gently he lifted on of my feet up and slid something around it, then my other.
It wasn’t the same underwear as before. It felt tougher. When he started to slide it up higher I did feel it was definitely not normal underwear. Once he got near my butt he stopped. I didn’t look.
I was really enjoying my so called ‘master’ dress me like I was a young boy. Or as if he was my servant. I used the pillow to hide my smile.
My smile quickly disappeared when his finger went onto my ass and right towards my hole. Gently he started to cover it in lube. Once his finger slipped into me. I gasped for air and my cock sprung up in pleasure. It felt amazing. I lifted up my ass and nearly begged him to continue.
I softly bit the pillow to hide my voice.
Then his finger left my body. I gasped for air again.
“This might feel a bit uncomfortable.” Gerard said and I felt him push something hard against my hole. He pushed harder. I moaned loudly and girly as my hole opened up for it and Gerard pushed it deep inside me. A second later my hole closed again. Something was in me.
Shivering I looked back to Gerard. He was smiling and tugged the underwear over my middle. The string slipped between my crack and held, whatever it was, in me.
Then he raised one hand. Something round was between his fingers. I was wondering what it was when he pressed his thumb against it and it made a ‘click’ sound.
I lost all contact with the world. My legs kicked outwards and I really moaned now. My entire lower half was in pure pleasure. My cock balls and something deep inside me vibrated. I moaned again and again and then another soft ‘click’ put an end to it.
“I’m glad you like it.” Gerard chuckled.
“What is it?” I breathed.
Gerard stood up slowly.
“A vibrating egg, with remote.” He happily told me. I was in complete shock.
“Oh don’t worry. I tied the little string to your thong so I can always take it out when I want too.” He comforted me, although that wasn’t what was worrying me.
“Come boy, get dressed. Dinner is ready soon.” He ordered me.
I slowly got up.
I hated the fact that the string was so cute. It was black and had little diamond hearts all over it. My cock barely fitted in there, but it made a cute bulge. I tugged it higher and a moan escaped me when the string pushed against my filled hole. I shivered and breathed deeply until I was myself again.
Then I slowly got dressed. Gerard pushed the button again when I was putting on my shirt.
I moaned loudly and my knees buckled.
“My my,” I heard him “You are going to have to be a bit more quiet unless you want the entire family looking at you.” He joked and went inside the cabin.
I ignored him and quickly put my shirt on. I secretly tugged on the sides of the strings so it would be visible above my jeans.
Then I went inside as well.
Gerard changed into a new outfit and leaded me to the door. Before he opened it he told me to thank him.
“Thank you, master” I told him quickly.
He smiled friendly.
“No, thank me for real.” He said and cocked his head and opened his arms.
I wasn’t going to kiss him. Fuck that.
I turned my head and ignored him.
The lower half of my body instantly turned into jello. The vibrating egg made me lose my mind.
There was a click, instead of it going off the intensity increased. I moaned loudly and my legs gave way. Gerard caught me in a hug. He held me for a minute and then another click and I lost myself completely. I sank down to the floor and could do nothing more than breathe and moan.
Gerard did something and there was a cock in front of me now. I could see it, smell it.
He ordered me something. I didn’t really hear it. All I could see was red. My body moved on its own, pouted my lips and kissed his soft cock. First the tip, then higher and higher. Trailing his length with my lips. Planting soft kiss after kiss.
All I felt and heard were the vibrations in my lower tummy.
Gerard pulled his skin back and said something. I kissed his exposed head, licked it clean and kissed it again.
A click and my mind was free again. I disgustingly swallowed his taste and leaned back, away from his cock, against the door. Gerard smilingly stuffed his cock back in his underwear and zipped up.
He crouched in front of me and wiped my hair from my face. He planted a gently kiss on my forehead.
“Good boy.” He said. He placed his hands under my arms and lifted me from the ground.
Once I had my feet securely under me again he opened the door and patted my ass. I whimpered softly when I felt his little slap move the egg deeper in me.
While escorting me out he chuckled and teased. “Shhh, we can’t have you moan like a little girl when the family is around.”
I ignored him and focussed on walking. It was more difficult than I had thought. After a couple of yards the toy in my butt started to sink down to my hole. I had the clench to keep it in despite the tight thong I was wearing.
After I while I pushed on my own butt to get it securely in. I whimpered and had to stop to gather myself. My cock twitched in pleasure.
Gerard was patient. He didn’t ask or force me to walk faster but let me set the pace.
I had to push on my ass 3 more times before we got to the main building. Every push was closer to the family and more embarrassing.
My cock was half hard, but luckily the thong held it nicely in place so all one could see was a thick package between my legs. No outlines or anything.
Nearly everyone was already seated and eating. We walked past the long table to find seats when one of my uncles quickly turned his head.
“Gerard! I haven’t talked to you yet. Come have a seat” he said and pointed at an empty chair next to him. I was lucky, there were no other empty seats near him, so before Gerard could stop me I walked further to the far end of the table. As far away from Gerard as I could.
I prayed the distance would be too far for his remote. I saw Mary and she gave me a wink. I nodded back with a smile. Eventually I settled down near two of my aunts that were deep in conversation.
I secretly glanced to Gerard. He was avidly listening to my uncle and paid me no attention.
I started eating in silence.
The longer I waited to more convinced I became that I was out of his reach. I ate the first course, soup, without any problems.
I was offered a beer and I took it. I relaxed somewhat. The toy felt naughty in me, but without the vibrations I had no trouble focussing on eating and listening to the conversation of my aunts.
Halfway through the main course, after I had just swallowed a piece of chicken, all my muscles tensed up and I bit my lower lip hard so I wouldn’t moan.
The vibration had lasted less than a second. I was nothing more than a reminder. I had felt amazingly good and I got red in shame and pleasure. I didn’t look to him. I ignored him and continued eating.
I was scared someone would notice though. I had imagined the little buzzing had echoed throughout the entire building. But no one even looked at me. Everyone was busy with themselves.
By the time I was eating desert I had received 3 more of those tiny bursts of pleasure. I started to love it. I heard the buzz of my entire family around me. I was surrounded by them, yet I felt isolated and private. Only one other man in the room knew how dirty I was. He gave me pleasure or took it away without anyone else knowing it.
During desert one of my aunts asked how I was doing. I knew why she asked. She didn’t care one bit about me. But there was nothing better to do accept wait for Gerard to embarrass me, so I played her game.
I told her I was doing just fine and asked about her.
“Ah, well you know” she sighed. “it’s tough, so tough.” And then stopped talking. For a second I thought about just ignoring her. I knew she was waiting for me to ask about it. Instead I took my time by opening a second beer. Once I was done she was still waiting for me so I took the bait.
“Oh really? What’s so tough?” I asked her, feigning interest.
And there it was. My question had opened an entire monologue about her house, and the kids. And of course her art that was doing so well but was so tough lately. On and on and on.
I leaned on one hand and said the obligated yes and reallys. Another burst send me in heaven. From the corner of my eye I saw Gerard watching me. I looked at him shortly and then back to my aunt.
I was so thankful. For the first time I was actually able to enjoy myself talking to my family.
Her story was so full with stuff I didn’t believe it bored the crap out of me. But that didn’t matter.
I moved my left hand under the table and stuck it in my pocket, through the hole to my crotch.
I poked and played with my cock in my thong until I had enough. While still listing to my aunt I tugged the thong to the side so my cock would be free. I pulled it towards my pocket and Gerard helped me with another short bust.
My cock was rock hard and with a bit of tugging I pulled it through my pocket so the head was exposed under the dinner table. I used my fingers on my skin to jerk my cock. It was beautiful.
I heard my aunt and the buzz of the rest of my family so close. But hidden in the noise I could hear the sounds my cock made under the table. I smelled it.
I leaned my hand on my free hand still pretending to listen. I used my palm to hide my moans whenever I felt another blissful burst.
After a while I switched hand. I used my right to pleasure myself while looking at my aunt, and used my left to secretly coat my lips in my precum and suck it in me. Revelling in my own dirty taste.
My breathing got heavy but I hid it. I was slowly turning red with arousal but didn’t care.
No one cared anyway.
I started playing with the tip of my beer bottle. Dumping small doses of precum in my beer and even then my aunt was still just talking and talking. I smiled greatly when I drank it and tasted myself through the beer.
I finished the beer faster than ever. Craving for more of my taste. By the time the bottle was empty my cock was hard but all dry. Even the little bursts made nothing.
Time seemed to slow down. All the noise was just a buzz around me. My hips moved on their own, rocking my body softly back and forward rubbing my butt over the chair, making the toy move deep inside me. The sudden vibrations made me shudder in pleasure. I got a permanent happy smile on my face and my eyes almost teared in bliss.
I wanted more.
I undid my button and pulled my cock from my pocket, upwards. I felt my hard cock press against my belly. I caressed it more, feeling it twitch under my fingers. I closed my jeans again but left my cock upwards like the day before. This time on purpose. I knew a single wrong motion would expose it to my family. I wanted to feel the excitement of it.
I feigned a headache and excused myself. I fled from my aunt but without hurry. I slowly left the main hall. Every step I made showed the hard shaft under my shirt.
The light outside was dying. I had been ‘listening’ to my aunt longer than I had thought. It was quiet outside, beside the noise coming from the main building.
I looked around me to make sure no one was there and then stretched myself. Lifting up my shirt so I could feel the naked air against my cock.
The door behind me opened so I quickly pulled my arms down again.
It wasn’t needed, Gerard had followed me.
He was smiling and jerked with his head in the direction of our cabins. I slowly followed him.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked.
“Yes, master” I whispered the last word.
We walked for a few yards in silence.
“Show me.” He ordered me.
I wanted more, so much more. Instead of lifting up my shirt I pulled the front of my pants down, making my cock bounced downwards pointing out in front of me.
Gerard chuckled lightly. I felt that familiar shaming rush when I kept walking with my cock plainly out. I didn’t stop it.
“Why isn’t it shining?” Gerard asked me.
“What?” I responded, I didn’t get his question.
“Your tool, it looks dry. Why? Wasn’t the little toy enough for you?” he patiently asked.
I flushed red but smiled at the same time.
“Its… well” I didn’t know how to tell him. Luckily he quickly understood. He chuckled again.
“Good boy, you are starting to learn.” He complimented me.
Once we left the last of the cabins behind us he ordered me to undress. I obeyed without protest. I wanted it. I wanted to feel the exposed air on my body. To feel dirty. I had to keep the underwear on for the toy was still in me. Instead of cowering this time I spread my arms and breathed deeply.
Showing off my body to the world, let them watch.
We walked further. At the last corner I heard a click and my world disappeared again. The vibrations were there and I softly moaned in pleasure.
Another click and I quickly bit in my hand to prevent louder moans. The vibrations increased. Another click and my legs simply disappeared. I sank down onto the cold ground, unable to think or breathe.
Everything vibrated.
Gerard crouched next to me and said something. I couldn’t understand it anymore, my brain simply stopped working.
I felt a comforting arm around my naked back. He lifted me back onto my feet and pushed me forward. I took one step and my legs gave way again.
Gerard was quick. He placed his other arm around my knees and in a single swoop lifted me from the ground. He carried me like a father, or hero. I felt the ground under me moved with every step he took. All I could to was shiver and moan in pleasure in his arms.
My body was twitching and I clutched his shirt tightly.
The light changed and he lowered me onto something soft.
He said something else but I just couldn’t think. His warm broad hands spread my legs slowly.
Something warm and small tickled my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. It played with my tongue for a bit.
Then it left my mouth, dripping in spit.
The warm wriggly thing crawled along my inner thigh until it found my opening. It went inside.
I screamed in pleasure now.
Gerards finger went in deeper, seeking the toy. It had quickly found it and I heard the vibrations increase when the tip hit the toy.
I clutched his hand. I could feel it. His warm broad hand between my legs, with one finger disappearing in my body.
I felt him fucking me. It was odd. His hand wasn’t moving yet I could feel his finger going in deeper and back.
My own body was doing it. My hips were rocking back and forward, moving my hole over his finger, forcing the toy deeper.
I squirmed and tried to get the control over my body back. My uncles finger was inside my body. Actually inside me, my own uncle, and all I could do was moan and beg for more.
Then there was an odd but intense pressure inside me. It reached a peak and suddenly everything stopped. The toy was out.
Gerard got up and walked to my laptop, leaving me wriggling on the bed. My hips still rocking softly, seeking for an echo of the pleasure.
Finally, without the vibrations I got a slight grip on the world. I was staring at the ceiling trying to control my breathing. Trying to control my thoughts. I was so aroused all I could hear was my own blood rushing. There was a pleasant feeling on my finger and between my legs. I was caressing my own throbbing hole, searching for an echo of my uncles finger.
A quiet ‘pling’ distracted me.
I turned my head and looked at my master. He was sitting down next to the little table and my laptop. The webcam light was on.
“Since you are so good at giving shows, I thought it is time to… broaden your audience.” He said the last sentence deliberately slow. I looked at the screen.
I could see myself on the webcam, nude and fully aroused. Taking a closer look I recognized the window. It was a broadcast site. Not a private chat service like I used to use for my sessions, it was an open broadcast.
The entire world could now look at me if they wished. On the right side was a chatstream and above it was a number that showed the amount of watchers. It was displaying a zero.
I looked at myself in the window. I couldn’t help but realize I looked sexy. So smooth and clean in the orange light of the cabin. I smiled and I suddenly saw the number spring to 10.
There were 10 strangers watching me now. Me, not porn or some twink model, but me. I showed them my cock more clearly, played with it. Let them see I was uncut and fully aroused. I saw small compliments in the chatbox appear. I sat up on the edge of the bed. So they could clearly see my face. My heart was thumping loudly. Not just because I was so aroused, but it was exciting. I had no control on who could see me now. They were strangers somewhere on this world and they now knew what I was. Who I was.
The number rised again. Displaying so many I thought it was a glitch or bug. They asked for more.
And I gave it to them. I spread my legs and searched my hole with my finger. I played with it, touched and caressed it. I felt that warming twitch from my ass spread to my entire body.
I went inside myself. It didn’t just feel wonderful, I looked at the screen and saw what I was doing. I saw myself, my own familiar face, on the internet showing the world I could finger myself. More people started watching, I couldn’t read what they were saying anymore.
“Show them how you really are.” Gerard whispered. I obeyed with a smile. I crawled back onto the bed in a doggy position. I licked my finger extensively. The same one that had been in me. I licked every side of it before pushing it back into me. Feeling the warm and pleasant feeling of my insides. I softly fucked myself while looking at myself displayed on the laptop. I stretched one leg so my hard cock was visible before I entered a second finger inside myself. I slowly fucked myself, making my cock twitch by pushing fingers into myself. Again and again.
I started to moan and hid my face in the matrass. Silencing myself. I pushed my two fingers in and out of myself. Over and over, feeling the pleasant mix of stretching my hole and the shocks I had deep inside my body.
I looked once more to the screen. The number couldn’t be real. My clean skin and long hair still made me look innocent. Despite my fingers inside myself. It was a lie. I took a deep breath and really started fucking myself. Pushing my fingers in and out, fast and hard. I was too late and I moaned loudly, the world now knew I sounded like a girl. I got flushed with embarrassment, but one hard push with my fingers and I lost all thoughts once more.
I felt a painful pressure in my balls. I realized how close I was. I couldn’t think straight. With the world watching I knew there was only one way to finish it.
I stopped my hand and turned my body. I lay on my back for a few seconds collecting my breath. Then I flipped my legs up and over my head until they hit the wall behind me. I walked my feet upwards until my cock hovered right over my mouth. I smelled my own cock and smiled a little.
I took one last look to the screen making sure they were still watching. I needed them to really see who I was. What I was capable off.
I took a firm grip on my cock and jerked it back, revealing my shiny head so close to my face I could smell it. I pulled the skin back and stuck my tongue out. I was so close I felt the warmth of it.
I started jerking myself hard. I wanted for finger myself but I had to use my other hand to steady my body. It didn’t matter much. After everything I came within a minute.
The first thing I felt wasn’t the actual orgasm but my balls. A pain shot through it, so intense I screamed out. My own body silenced myself quickly by sprayed cum in my mouth. It was hot and bitter. Out of response I closed my mouth. The second spray hit my nose and lips. I quickly swallowed and opened my mouth to catch all that came next.
It was the longest and most intense orgasm of my life. Cum sprayed out in long white hot strings. My body shook so violently I couldn’t keep a straight shot. Most cum went inside my mouth filling me with the taste, but a lot hit my face everywhere and even my chest. Nearing the end I got a better control. I closed my mouth and swallowed a large naughty dose of my own seed while gripping my cock tightly. Once my cum was in my stomach I opened my mouth and released my cock for a new load. I managed the last 3 loads perfectly, making sure I tasted and swallowed every drop.
The orgasm was over. I slowly lowered my twitching legs back onto the bed. I couldn’t see anymore. I felt cum all over my face, I smelled and tasted nothing else. I lay there, breathing. My mind had blacked out completely.
I’m not sure how long I lay there like that. I really couldn’t grip a single thought. I didn’t knew if I was ashamed of myself, or still aroused. I just lay there like a puppet.
A loud rhythmic noise pulled me back to reality. I slowly turned my head and felt out cum stuck to my pillow. Gerard was applauding me with a great smile on his face.
“Well done!” he complimented me.
Then, with a single push he closed the laptop and ended the show. He slowly got up and walked over towards me. He sat down on the edge of the bed. I felt the matrass dip where he sat, being oddly remember to the times when my parents tucked me in.
He caressed my hair like a lover and I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch.
I felt his warm finger glide over a burning spot on my cheek.
“Here” he whispered.
I opened my mouth and felt him push cum on my tongue. His finger moved to another burning spot and returned with more cum. Slowly, like feeding a sick child, he fed the cum that had missed my mouth. Spot for spot. Once my face was clean he moved to my chest. He gave me a slow massage until he found more cum. He stroked it over my lips, covering them with a small layer.
Then he moved down and pressed his lips onto mine. He held them there for a while.
I opened my mouth slowly. His tongue went inside. The taste of my cum mixed with the taste of him. I let him do it. I felt him feel around with his tongue inside of my mouth. My cheeks started to burn.
I fought back, I pushed against his tongue with mine. It slipped around in a circle. I followed it like a dance partner.
I closed my arms around my uncle and hugged him, pressing my nude body against his clothes. His arms went around me, cradling me. I kissed him more intensively. Fighting his tongue back until I slipped inside his mouth, pushing my own tongue and cum inside my master. My heart was racing again and I felt happier than ever. My very first kiss.
He broke it slowly. Pushing me back onto the pillow. I looked at his bright eyes, drunk with emotions.
I felt him grip my soft cock and with a twitch of sensitivity he cleaned my head with his finger.
He pushed his finger inside his own mouth this time.
I giggled stupidy and reached for him. With my tongue I stole my own seed back from his mouth and swallowed it. Forcing it back into my body.
I smiled proudly when I was done and lowered myself again.
Gerard tucked me in, pushing the blankets over my body. He kissed me one last time, but on the top of my head this time and ruffled my hairs.
“Goodnight boy.” He whispered.
“Goodnight, Master” I answered.
He turned the lights off and left quietly. I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

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