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Jolina and me

Jolina and me
She was 12 when I first saw her. She was with her dad, a handsome man. Very handsome to be completely honest. But handsome guys had their downside. They were men, and never treated a woman like me good. He saw me, started to blush as I smiled at him, and he walked my way. “Are you single?” he asked. He had a deep voice, almost trembling. “Well, now that’s a good pick-up line!” I responded with a smile. He smiled as well. The ice was broken.
We started dating and after a few months he asked me to move in with him. Not knowing what to say I agreed. My move towards the little girl was made. I was going to live with her, and she liked it, at the beginning it was a bit rough, but later on we got more close, almost intimid.
It was a Saturday when I discoverd the little girl’s secret. John was out for work, and me and Jolina were home alone. Usually around this time of day she was hanging in front of the television, but this time she wasn’t there. After being completly silent for a few seconds, I heard a muffled sound, as if the sound was coming through some layers of textile. Sneaking my way up, expecting the worst and the best, the best was what was happening. There she was, moaning from under her sheats, with her hand between her thighs, moaning, huffing, breathing heavily. I stood still for some time, not believing my luck. “Need a hand?” I asked with a smile. Jolina was starteld. ‘I.. errh. . I was.. ‘ she tried to say. “No problem.” I said, silencing her. “We all do it, yet rarely talk about it.”. Ashamed, Jolina asked: ‘you as well?’. “Of course.” I replied. ‘Will you tell daddy?’ she asked me, still ashamed. “No, I will not tell daddy, if you don’t want me to. And if needed, I might be able to help you.” This was dangerous for me. Either my plan would work, of it would fail misarably, and I would never get another chance. ‘Well… I might use some tips.’. My plan had worked.
On the next Saturday, when John was out again, she asked me if she could get some tips about ‘it’. I taught her nearly everything I knew, what I like, what some of my girlfriends like, what they generaly didn’t like, what to do, what not to do, the lot. With a serious face she listend, started posing questions, and even asked me if I could show my method. “Ofcourse” I replied with a smile.
I began by taking of my clothes, in the bedroom, where nobody could see me or her. She followed my example. While we were naked, I got a good look at her body. Breasts were starting to show, but they were still small, and gorgeous. The soft belly and cute belly-button, and further down, a small vagina. Still childish, but adapting to puberty. I started rubbing my breasts until my nipples were fully erected. She followed my example. I lay on the bed, slowly rubbing my breasts with one hand, and slowly reaching down with the other. As I did so many times before, I closed my eyes and slowly began rubbing my clit. Slowly but surely, faster by the minute, using different methods of rubbing, I came close to cumming. I started putting my fingers inside, finding that g-spot, and erousing as much as I could. It got quicker and quicker until I could feel an emense feeling of relaxation coming from between my legs, spreading through my entire body. Muscles tensed and relaxed, as the last waves of feelings slowly went away.
I slowly opened one eye. She was there, looking at me. ‘Can I try now?’ she asked. “Ofcourse” I replied. She copied me quite nicely. Starting slowly, her small hand was rubbing her breast, whilst the other one went down, and rubbed the tiny vagina. “Shall I show where it’s really nice?” I asked. ‘Please do’ she replied with her eyes closed. I carefully lay the hand away for a second and started to put some distance between the vaginal lips. After some searching, I hit the spot. Her clit was fully erect and when I started rubbing it, Jolina moaned as she hadn’t moaned before. “Now you.” I said. Her hand reached down and began rubbing the small clit. It didnt take long before she climaxed. A small hand, rubbing furiously at the clit was always a good way to come. She let out a deep sigh and opened here eyes after a minute or two. ‘That was fantastic’ she said with a small voice. “I know” I replied.
We continued that tradition, masturbating with each other for a few weeks. She got more used to climaxing, and I had fun with her. She was becoming more capable by the week, and after a few weeks she asked if it was nice if you do it to another person. Naturally I said yes, thinking my plan was going quite well. ‘Who is going first?’ she asked. “Shall I begin with you?” I asked, my heart pumping like a madman. ‘Ok’. So I began. I started teasing here still small breasts, and began stroking the nipples. Every time I stroked them, she gasped. It was really cute. ‘ahh…’ she moaned, when I slowly reached more downwards. I saw here vagina, it was getting wet. ‘oh!’ she said, a bit surprised, when my hand was rubbing it all at once. I felt the small lips under my hand, felt the curving, and the small clitoris, fully erect, as I expected. I began rubbing more slowly, and more towards the small girl’s clit. She moaned harder and harder. And when I slowly held here lips apart, and started really stimulating her clitoris, she stopped moaning, and she became short-breathed. As if my hand rubbing her clit sucked all the ability to talk out of her. I rubber faster and faster. Until eventually.. With a final stroke, I saw the tiny body climax. Vaginal fluids everywhere. It was beautiful.
‘Now it’s my turn’ she said, still a bit out of breath. “Go ahead” I challenged her.
The first touch was breathtaking. I felt her small hands on my breasts, and couldn’t breath for a second. I felt her rubbing my breasts, my nipples, and I didn’t know what to do. She rubbed them slowly, but with increasing speed. Rub, rub, rub… That’s how it went.. It was great. Then she went further. She had one hand on my breast, and ventured down, like I did to her. Her touch on my vagina almost made me come. It was so great, I moaned loud. She was startled first, not knowing what was going on, but she continued fast. She rubbed both of her hands over my vagina, and began spreading them apart to find my clit. I thought for a second that I was a great teacher, and then she touched it. I was nearly coming, the feeling was immensely fantastic, but could retain it. She did notice I was close though, and with a big smile started rubbing my clit quite furiously. I moaned harder as she went faster, and eventually, I nearly screamed my name in lust, and had the best climax I ever had. There I was… Vaginal juices coming out of me, and a small girl with hands who were wet with them.
“Come here, near my face” I said. She came, still with lust in her eyes. Without stopping looking at her eyes, I grabber her hand, one of them, with some of my fluids, and licked it clean. She pulled her own hand near her mouth and did the same to her other hand, also with my fluids on it. ‘Mmm.. it tastes nice..’ she said. ‘Can I taste more next time?’ “Sure you can. Next time, I’ll show you the secret of using your mouth.” She smiled.
The next time was sooner then I thought.
In less then a week were in the same situation. We were both naked, and were both horny. Without saying anything, I started on her. I began by rubbing her small breasts with one hand, and reaching down with the other. Also, I got my head closer to the vagina. Closer and closer, until I closed my eyes and started licking everything. She screamed, she wasn’t expecting this at all. Luckily there was nobody around to hear it, so I continued. After the first few licks, she was getting used to the feeling, and started to moan, like she usually did. After a few minutes of constant licking, I could feel her climax again. I tasted her fluids, as they came out of her, and smiled about the taste. I kept on licking though, cleaning everything, and sucking even more. The little girl was speechless. “Ah, you taste fantastic” I said. ‘oh really?’ “yes. Want to taste some?” ‘ok..’ I got my head near hers and started to kiss her. She willingly accepted my tongue on hers, and tasted what I was tasting. ‘That tastes great indeed’ she said. ‘Now lie down, here I go’
She started a bit hesitant, but got it right quite soon. The sensation of her tongue, sliding and licking my vagina was.. heavens. I felt myself moving with her tongue, so I had the most pleasure, and began to moan. I moaned loader and loader as my climax got closer. Finally with a last stroke of her small tongue, I climaxed, leaving the girl’s face wet with my fluids. She sucked everything out of me, and was trying to get everything of her face, when I told her to get to me. She came, and I started licking the small face clean. She licked me clean, and I licked her. We were even.
A few minutes after we were done I asked “Shall I bring a toy with me next time?” ‘A toy, for me?’ she asked, not knowing what I meant. “Yes a toy, to make it more fun. “ ‘ok’ she answered, smiling…
To Be Continued…

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Megan and Kyle v2 – part 2

This is a re-edited version of my previous posting. I mainly cleaned up a bunch of spelling and grammar errors. I also clarified a couple of paragraphs. I hope you all enjoy it. Please provide feedback in the comment section.

True Story

Kidnapping and Seduction of a Housewife

“Where am I?” Thought Shereen after regaining her consciousness.
She was still feeling dizzy. Her hands were tied behind her back. The gag so tightly secured behind her head that it hurt her mouth.
Panic and fear was getting the better of her.
Who brought her here? Why was she tied up like this? Was this a kidnapping? For what? Money? A cold sweat broke over her as she thought of the other possible motives…revenge or sex.
The wild beats of the heart were suffocating her.
She knew she had to calm down. Whatever the motive, she was at the mercy of her captors now. She had to think of a way out of here.
She looked around to find herself lying on a mattress that covered the entire room. The walls and ceiling appeared freshly painted. There were two doors and a window – all shut. The ceiling fan provided little relief from the hot and humid weather.
She tried to recollect what had happened.
Slowly her memory started recollecting…
She had dropped off her daughter in school and was returning home in a rickshaw when, suddenly, a car went passed and screeched to a halt in front of the rickshaw. She was still two blocks away from her home and the Salt Lake Township was usually deserted around noon. Before she could realise what was happening three people got down from the car. All three wore cloth masks. While one of them started grappling with the rickshaw-puller the other two came over and pulled her out of the rickshaw. While she was struggling to free herself from the tight embrace of her assailants, a piece of cloth was clasped on her nose and mouth. Then everything went black…
The calm was making her uneasy. She strained her ears, but there was nothing she could hear. It was as if her kidnappers had vanished into thin air.
“What time is it?” She wondered. “Is it time for Nupur to get back from school?”
Nupur always made a big fuss whenever Shereen was late after school.
“What will Rahul think when he would come to know that his wife is missing?”
It was only the monotonous hum of the ceiling fan that she could hear.
Again her mind went back to the possible motive of the kidnapping and identity of the kidnappers.
“Oh God! Let this be a case of mistaken identity.” She prayed. She had never felt more scared in her thirty-five years. What if the motive was rape? She knew that men found her attractive. She was tall at five feet six, slim and fair. Of course, she did not consider herself a sex siren but her small shapely breasts, long legs and high hips still made her very desirable. She could easily make out the desire in the eyes of men when they looked at her…her thoughts came to an abrupt end. She could hear voices on the other side of the door.
Then the door flew open and one by one they trooped in. Two of them she recognised immediately. She didn’t know their names…they were mechanics in the automobile garage where Rahul got his car repaired. Without their mechanic apparels and grease-smeared hands they looked different. The other two she didn’t know. Three of them were in their middle twenties while the fourth one seemed to be in his late forties. It was apparent from the way he led the pack that he was the leader.
They walked up in a queue to where she lay on the mattress and stood with hands on their hips.
Lying on her side it was difficult to look up at them. The Leader untied her gag.
“Who are you? Why am I brought here and tied down like this?” She blurted, trying desperately to keep her voice steady.
They kept on looking down at her, not bothering to answer.
“You cowards, don’t you have an answer?” She blurted. “You can’t get away with this. I know the two of you and you better start feeling sorry for what will happen to you once I get out of here.”
“Stop it.” The leader bellowed. “Its useless trying to scare us.”
He looked at his accomplices and then again back at her.
“Let me tell you something. No matter how much you rant, you will spend the next seven days in our company. Let me assure you that even at the top of your voice nobody can hear you because there’s nothing other than paddy fields within a mile.”
All she could feel was the wild thumps of her frightened heart. Fear was paralyzing her. Words refused to come out of her parched throat. It was with a great deal of effort that she managed to speak.
“You pervert, tomorrow morning when people start working in the fields my shouts will surely attract attention. That will put an end to your games.” She tried her best to sound triumphant.
“Shit, I never thought of that.” The leader hissed and turned to his accomplices. “What should we do with somebody who, attracted by her shouts, comes here to find a beautiful woman stark naked in the company of four men?” He broke out into a satanic laughter.
She knew their motive now. Tears sprang to her eyes. It was difficult to believe that this was happening to her.
“What have I done to you to deserve this?” Her voice was choking. “Please let me go and I promise that nobody will ever know.”
“Do you believe that we have taken this risk just to let you go the moment you start crying?” He pulled the two mechanics she knew in her line of vision. “Look at them. Did you ever care to think of the effect you had on them whenever you went down to the garage mostly in the protected company of your husband and at times alone. Of course, they were insignificant in your scheme of things. Illiterate and poor lads, but that’s not their fault.”
“But that’s not my fault either…” she interjected.
“Let me finish.” He cut her off authoritatively. “They are not asking you to do anything that you haven’t done before. It’s only a question of accommodation. But sluts like you will not even care for that. Have pity on these two for the sleepless nights they had spent thinking of you.” Dramatically, he fished out something from his trouser pocket. It was a small carton of prophylactic.
“We have even purchased these to safeguard you. Why do we need to care what happens to you? But we do. We want you to enjoy the whole thing too.” He was talking as if they were doing her a favour.
“Please, please let me go.” She started sobbing.
“Control yourself.” He thundered. “Its no use crying.”
Oh God! They wanted her to be an exhibitionist. Desperate she spoke out.
“I’ll resist everything that you may try to do with me. You creeps! kidnapping a woman and then raping her? Forget the sick logic you made up to defend what you have done and release me if you don’t want further trouble.”
“We all know that this can land us in jail. But that cannot happen before a packed courtroom hears a minute-by-minute detail of the time you will spend with us. Your kid will come to know of it too. Did you ever think of that?” She could make out the smirk on his face. There will be a heavy price for sending them to jail.
The Leader suddenly reached down to her making her flinch. Deftly, he untied the knot and freed her hands. They hurt – the rope had left its impression on the skin. Freed, she sat up on the mattress and started messaging her hands gently to facilitate blood circulation.
The Leader broke the silence.
“I guess we have already argued over the matter at length. We expect your cooperation, but if you don’t then we are prepared to use force. Besides there are certain rules you have to follow. So long as you are here you will only wear these.” One of the mechanics came forward with a pair of
high heeled slippers. Finding her reluctant to accept it he put it down on the mattress beside her
and went back to his position behind the Leader.
“You have a bathroom over there.” The Leader continued pointing towards the other door. “It will be locked and every time you need to use it you have to let us know. That’s all for now. We will be back after half an hour. Remember, you will only wear these high-heeled slippers and nothing else.” They strode out of the room leaving her bewildered.
The monotonous hum of the ceiling fan was all that she could hear. It was as if her captors had vanished. She looked at her watch. Still quarter of an hour to go before they come back. Suddenly she realised that she had to relieve herself. She ran to the bathroom closing the door behind her.
When she came out of the bathroom she was determined to resist them. There’s no way she would exhibit herself stark naked in front of her captors. She had never done that even in front of Rahul. During the early years of their marriage he had, at times, tried to persuade her to exhibit herself naked but had given up in the face of her determination to protect her privacy. In fact, her resistance might dissuade them too.
I will bring out all my oratory and acting skills to dissuade them, she thought.
Suddenly the door was thrown open and the gang of four led by their Leader trooped in.
“Look I need some more time to get ready the way you want me to…” she started. Even before she could finish the Leader shouted.
“Let’s get her.”
Immediately the four of them were upon her. While two pinned her down to the mattress, the mechanics started divesting her of the sari she wore.
“Please…” she cried. But they paid no heed.
With her hands and legs pinned to the mattress there was no way to move. Of course she was no match for four men. She was soon divested of her saree.
“You pigs.” She spat at her tormentors. Then the blouse and petticoat was ripped off her. The way they moved it was apparent that they had everything planned out.
Long legs, firm thighs and flat stomach that they had revealed was too much for the two mechanics. While one managed to start working on her bra the other could not hold it any longer. He thrust his face between her legs and started kissing her sex through the panties. As her bra came off she heard the Leader.
“Bhola, stop that. Tear it of, tear it off.” He hissed at her overwhelmed admirer.
The next instant she felt the pull of the material moving to one side and then giving away. They did not stop till she was left only with her mangalsutra and the high-heeled slippers.
The two mechanics left her almost immediately. The mortification she felt at her nudity was beyond words. But pinned down to the mattress as she was there was no way out.
“Let’s turn her over.” It was the command of the Leader. The next instant she found herself face down on the mattress, her back and buttocks displayed to the hyenas.
The Leader quickly traded places with Bhola.
When Shereen was turned on her back again her eyes fell on the Leader hurriedly getting out of his trousers.
“My God!” thought Shereen. “This would be the beginning of the ordeal.”
“Look bitch, what I have for you.” The Leader was holding up his erect manhood. Summoning all her strength she made one last attempt to free herself. Sensing her renewed struggles, the other mechanic joined Bhola in pinning down her legs.
“God help me.” She prayed as her legs were raised and held wide apart to open her for the Leader. He lunged forward and tore into her.
“Ahhh! Oh God! No.” She shrieked. Fear had made her dry as sandpaper.
“Shit.”
Enraged, the Leader slapped her hard before pulling out.
“Don’t worry, I will still have you.” He hissed.
His left hand moved to her breast while his right hand started fingering her. He continued with the twin assault. The fingers in her vagina were working feverishly to lubricate her – and damn it he was succeeding. The body was accepting what the mind had rejected. He took out his fingers. They were glistening with her secretions.
“I told you I know how to get my way through.” He looked at her triumphantly. There was no stopping him now. This time he entered her with a swift and powerful thrust.
“My God!” She gasped, surprised at the power and swiftness.
His hands moved to her breasts – mauling them as he drove himself all the way into her.
“Bhola and Hiru.” He commanded. “Put her legs on my shoulders.”
The two mechanics immediately placed the back of her legs against his shoulders and moved to her either side to get a better view of the copulation.
“Don’t worry. By the time I’m through you will gladly accept the others.”
“Never.” She retorted.
He was hard and huge inside her now and she was losing her controls.
He will come soon, she hoped.
He kept on driving into her incessantly, holding back his orgasm with ease. She tried desperately, to remain stoic, but that was becoming increasingly difficult. That smirk on his face – he knew she was losing control.
With horror, she realised that her hips were actually moving in rhythm with his thrusts.
Biting her lower lips she fought to regain control. With a good deal of determination she succeeded. But the next instant she was taken over the hill. Laboured breathing, eyes shut and face contorted in orgasm.
“Ahhhhh!” She moaned loudly.
Still there was no sign of him relenting.
She looked up at him. Now she knew why he had been so confident right from the beginning.
“Enjoy it Shereen. Don’t resist. Have you ever felt like this with your husband?”
“I can’t take it any longer.” She pleaded.
“That’s what you think. Just relax and enjoy it.”
She never knew that a man could hold back that long. But her rapist was doing just that without any sign of orgasm.
Suddenly she realised that her hands had been released – she was free.
She was no longer a rape victim but a willing prisoner to carnal pursuits. Her hands moved to his buttocks, drawing him to her.
She shrieked as her second climax hit her. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. There was no way she could control the shudders.
Again she looked up at the Leader. He was frantically thrusting into her. Then with a loud gasp he came.
He rolled over and lay beside her on the mattress.
She ran her hands through her hair and closing her eyes lay inert on the mattress trying to catch her breath. She was still in the bliss of their just concluded copulation when she felt her thighs being pulled apart again. This time it was Bhola.
“Not now, please.” She pleaded trying to push him off. She had been violated once…the myth had been broken…she was no longer unattainable. She knew the rest of the gang would soon queue up for their share of the fun. But this was too soon. She needed some rest before she could be taken again.
But Bhola kept on insisting. He was in no mood to budge. She turned to the Leader hoping that he would see reason.
“I don’t blame Bhola.” He caught hold of her hand. Even before she could react Hiru caught her other hand and again she was pinned down to the mattress. With a swift lunge Bhola entered her.
All his sleepless nights have at last been rewarded.
“I have waited for this moment so long.” He sighed as he drove again and again all the way to her cervix.
No sooner Bhola was through she found herself in Hiru’s arms. She was too tired to resist. And when the last one came to her she lay on the mattress like a ragged doll moving only to the extent his movements forced her to.
The cool breeze of the ceiling fan was a welcome relief helping her to dose off. When she awoke she had lost track of time. She found herself alone in the room. She was fatigued, the throbbing sensation in her vagina yet to subside. Till the end she had never thought she could copulate with four men without losing her senses. They had, at least, done her one good turn – not resorting to unprotected sex. With great effort she stood up and tottered towards the door in the high-heeled slippers they had left for her. She yanked open the door. The Leader, Bhola and Hiru were playing cards.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” She called out to them. The Leader got up asking the other two to continue with the game.
She clung to him for support as he led her to the bathroom. Even inside the bathroom privacy was denied to her.
“For God’s sake, please leave me alone now.” She was on the verge of tears.
“Cut that out.” He warned. “You know it’s useless.”
As she sat on the toilet relieving herself she could hear him chuckle. When she looked up he was standing in front of her his manhood exposed and erect. Slowly she lowered her gaze to his penis. So this was the organ that her made her body betray her mind. His hands were at the back of her head gently drawing her to his organ. Instantly, she knew what he wanted. She had read it in those English paperbacks but had dismissed it as a fragment of imagination. She had never performed fellatio. Now looking straight at his organ only inches away she knew he wanted to be in her mouth. The thought itself was making her nauseated. She looked up at him.
“Please don’t make me to do this.” She pleaded.
“You never did this to your husband?”
She shook her head no.
“Doesn’t matter. There is always a first time.” The pressure at the back of her head increased.
“Please, it’s making me feel sick.”
“Okay.” He released her.
Shereen was relieved at being able to convince him. But his next move caught her by surprise.
Swiftly his hands moved to her breasts. Taking her nipples between the thumb and first finger he pinched them hard.
“Ahhhhh!” She cried out.
“Do you want it again?”
“No.” She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.
“Then suck me good. And don’t you dare to bite me.” Came the command from the Leader.
Vanquished by the pain she surrendered, slowly caressing him with her tongue.
At first he let her do it the way she felt comfortable. But later with his excitement mounting he caught hold of the sides of her head and took control of the tempo…driving himself all the way to the back of her throat.
Scared of choking, she desperately tried to relax her throat muscles. That made it even easier for him. He went on and on without any sign of climax. Her jaws ached and her pupils dilated in suffocation.
“Oh God!” She prayed. “Make him come. I can’t bear it any longer.”
But the way he had held back and forced her to physically enjoy their copulation, she knew that her prayers might not be answered. They weren’t.
“I never thought your mouth is this good.” He panted. The warmth of her mouth was heavenly. He could feel himself going over the cliff. As he started coming, he drove the tip of his penis all the way to the back of her throat.
Hard and huge inside her mouth she could feel his approaching climax. As his secretions hit the back of her throat, she had to swallow hard to keep herself from choking. Slowly he kept on pumping her mouth till he had finished. Finally, he again hit the back of her throat and stayed put forcing her to gulp down all his secretions.
Released, she buried her face in her hands and started sobbing.
“What have I done to you to deserve this? I am a mother and a wife, not a whore. How can I go back to my family after what you are doing to me? Why? Why?” She cried.
He sat down on his haunches in front of her and removed her hands from her face. He felt a strange pity looking at her tearful face.
As their eyes met he said “Don’t worry. Your husband will never come to know the truth. I have already thought of a way out. Tomorrow we will ring him up and place a ransom demand. That will camouflage the real intention and make it easier for you to go back.”
“How can I ever go back to them knowing the truth? I feel soiled.”
“Cut out the crap.” He warned. “Take a shower and clean yourself up. Then have your lunch and afternoon nap so that you are ready for us in the evening. Oh! There’s something else that you need.”
He fished out an ointment and a strip of tablets from his trouser pocket.
“Take it and apply liberally.”
“What are these?” She asked alarmed.
“This is an anaesthetic ointment. It will make things easier for you. The medicine is a purgative. I don’t want to bother with messy clean up.”
With a shock she realised what he was up to and looked away.
“It’s okay with me if you do not want to use it. But no matter how much you howl in pain I will bugger you. Don’t blame me then.”
Alarmed she looked up at him. “Oh God! How low they are going to make me stoop?” She thought.
“Aren’t you satisfied with what you have already done to me?” She hissed.
“I always dreamt of a woman like you and I will never let go this opportunity.” He replied with a smirk.
“Please don’t hurt me anymore. I had enough of it.” She started sobbing. “At least have pity on me. Do you know how much it hurts, physically and mentally, to be gangraped? I can’t take it anymore.”
He ran his fingers through her hair comforting her.
“I know the way you feel. If you cooperate then we can have a schedule that will not make it too tough for you. Believe me, I want all of us here to enjoy this.” He quipped.
“Never.” She looked up at him defiantly.
“I won’t waste time arguing.” He tossed the lubricant on the floor. “I will leave this for you. Its upto you whether you want to use it or not.” He left, slamming the door behind him.
She spent a good half-hour thinking of the situation she was in. Her captors were in no mood to let her go just like that. No matter how revolting she found it to be there was only one way to get out of this place with the minimum of damage to her mental and physical self – to cooperate. That would mean giving them what they wanted. She wasn’t doing it by choice but that looked to be the best option under the circumstances. Immediately, she felt a burden lift from her shoulders. She had to do this so that she could be a wife and mother again. Her family needed her and she will have to go back to them in her old self, she thought.
Though she hated every bit of it she will cooperate for the sake of Rahul and Nupur. She felt relieved remembering the saying – discretion was the better part of valour. But once she got out of here she would teach them a lesson they would never forget. So acting was the need for the day…giving in to their desires with a smile, faked orgasms…she was prepared to do it all. But she would never take the initiative herself; it had to come from them. But once into it, they would not find her an unwilling partner. That was the only way she could preserve her sanity.
Night was for group bouts. Often she had to accommodate three of them at the same time. Stoically, she made herself available to their preferences. It was of no consequence whether they did it missionary style or doggie fashion, oral or anal sex, the sandwich or foursomes. All that mattered was her ability to feign excitement. But the Leader was still too handful for her to handle. With the others she could remain aloof…no more than a scene to be acted out. But inspite of her best efforts, her bouts with the Leader always made her body betray her soul. It was him she wished to avoid. He always left her exhausted and breathless.
The meals they brought to her always had meat and eggs. Out of sheer curiosity, she had once asked the Leader.
“Meat and eggs heighten sexual excitement. You need that to keep up with the four of us.” He had replied.
The gang had already made a couple of ransom calls to Rahul with the help of a woman accomplice.
“They would think you are in the company of women.” He quipped while informing her.
It was in the morning of the fourth day of her confinement that she was informed of her release
by the Leader.
That morning had been different. None of the gang members had visited her making her wonder whether they were still there. Her disappointment on seeing the Leader again was short-lived. But she took every caution not to disclose her true feelings. He handed her a salwar kameez.
“You can put on these now.” He said nonchalantly.
With a startle she realised that she wasn’t feeling as elated as she should have been.
“What is it?” She wondered. She had waited for this moment last four days and when it had finally come her mind appeared undecided. It was as if she was under his spell. She was a prisoner to the hitherto unknown animal in her. Till then she had never considered the effect he was having on her. She hated him yet admired his animal brutality. How could she ever forget the way he would make her climax? The animal, the brute was a passionate lover too.
When she looked up at him she was taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. He smiled… perhaps understanding her dilemma. They kept staring at each other, their eyes locked as the woman and the animal fought inside her.
She crawled over to him and got her knees. Reaching up she unbuttoned his fly and took out his flaccid penis. She let her tongue lightly brush against the tip of his manhood causing him to shudder with lust.
“Bitch, take me in your mouth.” He ordered knowing that this time she was not being forced to do it. The warmth of her mouth against his rigidity was driving him crazy.
He caught hold of her head and began fucking her mouth with rapid and deep thrusts.
She kept on sucking him till his organ felt like raw nerve ends. Pushing her away he looked down at her. Her cheeks and chin were covered with his secretions that had escaped her mouth.
“When can we meet again?” She was taken aback by the husky tone of her own voice.
“I don’t trust women.” He sneered.
“Please, you have to trust me. I need you.” She pleaded.
“How do I know that you will not turn us over to the police?”
“God!” She looked up at the ceiling in exasperation. “Aren’t you interested to be my lover?”
“I have my apprehensions as well.”
“Okay. Will it convince you if I swear by the name of my daughter that I will never turn you over to the police? No mother on earth will ever swear by her kid and not keep her promise.”
It was then that the idea struck her.
“Are you a mechanic too?”
Yes, he nodded
“Why don’t we get into a little arrangement.” She suggested. “I will convince my husband to appoint you as our driver. We have one now, but fortunately, we are not satisfied with him. I would tell my husband that a friend recommended you. I’m sure with your age and profile he will have no problem. That way we can easily meet everyday without raising eyebrows. What do you think?”
He sat down on the mattress beside her, hands moving over to her naked thighs.
“But I am not the sort who would betray the others and have all the fun myself. If you want me, you will have to be available to the others.”
She felt irritated. “I just don’t understand this. I think I am giving you an opportunity that you had badly wanted and now you are trying to bargain. I don’t want it to be a one-way traffic of me wanting you. There cannot be any strings attached to this arrangement.” She brushed his hand away from her thighs to show her displeasure.
He started getting up.
“So that’s where we stand – I don’t want to ditch the others and you don’t want to make yourself available to them. Its unfortunate but that’s the way it is.” There was a note of finality.
Immediately, she felt herself panic. What if they didn’t meet again? How could she forget the bliss of their copulation.
“Wait. Please wait.” She called out just as he was about to leave the room. “I agree. But how often will that be? Of course you won’t expect me to spend days like this?”
“May be once every month. Finding a place near Salt Lake will not be difficult. You can take your daughter to school and then come back and pick her up. You will be with us during the hours in between. Sounds okay?”
Yes, she nodded.
He carried on. “Look we are poor people and cannot afford the expenses that are involved.”
“Expenses? For what?” She asked.
“Do you think the place will come free? The food and the condoms? I expect it to be around a thousand. You will have to bear it.”
“God!” She felt exasperated. “You are forcing me into these group bouts and asking me to bear the cost as well. Where will I get the money from?”
“You get it from that rich husband of yours.” He sneered.
She knew her desire for him would make her agree.
“But I will not pay a paisa for those drinks.” She looked up at him.
He came back and settled beside her.
“You have to leave me your telephone number so that I can ring you up after a week or so to know whether things worked out.” His fingers were gently caressing her pubic hairs.
“Oooh!” She hissed. “You’re really incorrigible. I would expect your call after a month or so. I don’t want Rahul suspecting you. Get me a pen and paper and I’ll leave my telephone number with you.”
No sooner she was through, he caught hold of her, pushing her face down on the mattress. She raised her hips and braced herself for the painful intrusion. The first time he had been gentle and caring, pushing through her sphincter slowly to give her time to accommodate his invading hardness. But she always remembered how terribly it hurt that first time. Afterwards she always kept herself adequately anointed with the lubricant he had given her. It did make subsequent buggerings less painful.

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Its only just beginning

Yeah fuck me, pound my hole… I was so close to cumming I could tell. My body tensed up and I could feel the cum rush to my cock. Son im gonna bust in your ass get ready! Give it to me dad. I released and I shot my cum inside my son. He said thanks dad.
I woke up sweating. I couldnt believe what I just dreamt. It was so realistic. I looked down at my cock and it was rock solid, coated with pre-cum. It was 6:30. I needed to shower and get ready for work.
I normally slept naked with no sheets. My wife had died 5 years ago. It was just me and my 16 year old son, Jake. We got comfortable around eachother. So what we wore didnt matter.
I was taking a cold shower to calm down my cock, when my son knocked on the door. Dad, do you mind if we shower together. Im really late. It was a very big shower so I did not mind. Sure son come on in. He walked in wearing nothing and carrying a towel. He was in such good shape my son. Abs, pecs. He was hot. I wasnt so bad myself. I had a flat defined stomach and big arms.
I asked how he slept and what not. The usual and I got the usual back. He told me he would be late tonight because of football. I thought it would give me some private time. I said ok have fun. I got out, and got dressed for work.
A little while later I arrived at work and sat down at my desk. I checked my emails and got all my inbox stuff done. Before I knew it, it was 12 oclock. I went to the lunch room and grabbed my lunch. I went back to my office and ate. I suddenly felt my cock get hard. I ate rather quickly today having still and hour left. I thought what the hell.
I kicked off my shoes, took off my belt but before I took off my pants, I had to shut the door and blinds. Didnt want anyone seeing what was going on. I made sure to lock the door. Than I went to my desk and took off my pants socks, and shirt. I had briefs on and boy did I love feeling my rock hard cock through my briefs. I slipped them off and threw them with my socks. My balls were nice and low today. My cock was 7 inches and very thick. I started rubbing my cock and than started jerking off. My balls bounced against my fist and I made a fapping noise. It was turning me on so much. I almost went into a trance when I heard a knock on the door. I froze and quickly slipped on my pants and shirt and shoes. I went to answer the door but I forgot my underwear and socks were in the middle of the floor. I ran and threw them under the desk.
My assistant was at the door telling me my son wasnt feeling and good and was gonna be at the office soon. Alright I told her.
I went back to my desk and folded my underwear and socks and put them on my desk. It turned me on to see them their.
I continued with my work and before I knew it I heard my son and he was coming in. he said hey dad. I told him to lay down on the couch and rest.
He said dad whats up with your socks and underwear on the desk. I completely forgot and my heart stopped. Well your dad was tryna have a little fun during his lunch break. I laughed and so did he.
The next thing I knew he said im with ya dad. He started kicking off his shoes and started to take off his shirt when I said, Woah woah, what are you doing.
Dad I know, I saw how hard you got this morning when I got in. I said alright and I got undressed faster than he did.
Damn dad, your really hung. I looked at his and said well you know where you get it from. He laughed. He was getting started on the couch when he said dad, throw on some porn. I said ok, and I sa next to him. Here I was wanking with my son. Ive always dreamed of fucking him. He took my cock in his hand and I did the same. He said god its so thick. We continued beating each others meat for awhile when he said, dad I wanna have sex. I agree when we get home. No I want you to fuck my brains out right here on your desk. I want you to destroy me. He stood up and moved stuff on my desk. He put his legs up and said lets go. I got up and went over. His ass was nice , pink and hairy. I spit in his ass and spit on my cock. Get it nice and wet. I started to penetrate his hole it was his first time so I wanted to be gentle. I spit more and slowly slid it in. I could feel his ass contract around my cock. It was so tight I needed to bust. I got my whole cock in and he was sweating. I said its ok deep breaths. I let him get used to it. I told him the first couple thrusts are gonna hurt but it will turn into pure pleasure after. I started fucking slowly and I could hear him grunt. It was painful. But soon I could hear him moan. He started almost screaming fuck me dad. I was ramming him and my desk was shaking. My balls slapped agianst his ass. He was jerking off as I fucked his tight hairy hole. This was the first fuck ive had since my wife passed away. She could take my cock and apparently so can my son. I picked him up and brought him down on my cock. He held onto me as I pounded his hole. We landed on the couch and he bounced up and down on my cock. I was so close . I told him to lay down I want to be on top. He did and I re inserted my cock. He was loose now but still tight. I was gonna cum. I stopped and told him to get ready. I was jerking off near his face and soon I said fuck yeah uh uh. You making me bust. Open for daddy and on that I shot my load all over his face.
I got dressed and gave him my briefs to clean his face. He loved it. I told my assistant I had to leave early because of my son and even my boss was okay with it. We went home and my son had a tough time walking. I killed his ass. We got home showered and went to bed nude together. Tomorrow was saturday and my birthday.

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Florida Fantasy

Pete and Sandy go on their trip to Key West, and find they are there for Fantasy Fest which leads to a wild and erotic week.

True Story

Jason & I: Our First Time

This is my first story. Positive and negative comments are welcome. If you guys like then maybe I’ll write a Part 2 (: First off, I want to apologize if this story is too short. Secondly, since this story was too short I had to press enter a bunch of times so I could have 5000 characters. So sorry if there’s a huge space at the bottom.

True Story

My anal adventures II

In the first chapter, I describe my first adventures with anal masturbation and my first experience with a man.
As I said, I thought I was just experimenting and that, now that I had tried it, I wouldn’t have an interest in going any further. As you can guess, I was dead wrong, or I wouldn’t be back for chapter 2. As I mentioned before, these stories are as close to the truth as I can remember.
Almost a year went by and my interest in anal sex and sex with men had waned, I believe it was because I was getting steady sex with a girl I was dating during my last year at college. After graduation, I moved to a big city and found myself alone with plenty of time to cruise the internet and yet again, I started chatting with men online. I believed this was just because women were so hard to find on the internet.
I met a guy online and we chatted for a while until we agreed to meet in person. I went over to his place and we hung out for a while and had a few beers. I had gotten over my nervousness after the second beer when he started to fondle my crotch. He unbuckled my belt and reached inside my jeans and started stroking my cock. This made me bolder and I reached over and did the same for him. I could feel his erection was about an inch longer than my 6.5 inches and thicker too. I couldn’t wait to see what felt like a magnificent tool. I got on my knees and pulled his shorts down and out sprang a gorgeous, hard throbbing cock. He already had a bead of precum on the tip. I reached a finger over and took the salty bead into my mouth. I tasted wonderful. I leaned forward and started licking the shaft of his dick. I made my way up to the head and took it in my mouth. I started stroking his cock while my tongue swirled around the head. He started to moan and grabbed my head pushing me down on his cock; I gagged, but adjusted to having this huge cock in my throat. I was jerking off my own cock while hungrily devouring his. I could tell we were both about to come when he pushed me away. He had me stand up and took my clothes off. I stood there naked while he ground his cock against mine jerking us both in his hand. He took me by the hand to his bed and pushed me down on my back. He climbed on top of and continued to rub his cock against mine until we were both getting very aroused and were bucking our hips against each other. He moved down and took the head of my cock in his mouth and started sucking hard while jerking me off, then before I knew what was happening, he swung my legs up exposing my ass and his face went down. I felt his tongue licking my ass while he slowly stroked my cock. What an amazing sensation! I had never had any of the girls I slept with even get close to doing this to me. His tongue started probing my asshole getting all wet, then I felt his other hand start to gently finger me. Before I knew it, his finger was inside me. (Those of you that read chapter 1 will know that I had never had anything in my ass except my own finger and a dildo I had bought online.) After a few minutes of rimming and fingering my ass, he looks up and with pure lust, says: “I want to fuck you.” I was so turned on by then that I said ok. He stood up went to the nightstand and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. He poured some on his cock and started stroking, then slipped the condom on. He then squirted lube on my ass and fingered it to get the lube up inside. He said he wanted me on top, and laid down on the bed. I straddled him while he jerked off my cock then pointed the tip of his cock towards my ass. I felt him probe as he found the proper spot, then gently push upwards towards me. The head penetrated me and moved further up. At this point I felt a searing pain and withdrew. He was very gentle and asked if I was ok. I said it hurt, but that I wanted to try again. After a few seconds, the pain had subsided and I again moved myself down on his cock. This time, the pain was bearable and I felt his throbbing dick moving into me slowly inch by inch. Before I knew it, he had hit my prostate making my cock jump and seem to grow another inch. I had taken all 7.5 inches of him inside me and was loving it. I slowly began to grind myself against him and gently rode up and down. He was stroking my cock making me more adventurous and I started moving faster. I knew I wouldn’t last long with this extreme pleasure and I pushed his hand away. I continued to ride his cock until he grabbed my hips and stared thrusting my ass. He was moaning and grunting, then said:” I’m gonna cum!” His hand quickly found my cock and gave me a fe good tugs at which point I erupted in one of the largest cums of my life shooting four or five spurts all the way up to his chin. At the same time, he thrust deep inside me and moaned one long moan as I felt his cock jerk several times deep in my ass. He slowly withdrew and I fell on the bed next to him completely drained. I felt wide open and remember thinking my ass would never recover.
Recover it did only to be assaulted again in the future. Me and the guy met several more times and jerked and sucked each other, but never fucked again.

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Interstate Innocense pt1

[b]”Let’s play a game”[/b]
(1975) I loved the smell of the old Greyhound bus station, something about the exhaust from all those busses. But my Ma didn’t seem to like it there much; she seemed kind of nervous. Maybe I am confusing her disdain of the filthy bus station with the trepidation she must have felt with sending me, her thirteen-year old boy, off to Texas for a month. I don’t, but I did what I could to calm her, which meant doing what she said, promising to write and telling her how much I would miss her. Nearly thirty years later, I still wonder how she scraped-up the money for that bus ticket. Anyway, I got on the half-full bus and rode south out of St. Louis that evening with my poor mom on my mind, a backpack on my lap, and a window seat.
About three hours into my trip, the driver announced we would be stopping at the Poplar Bluff bus station. I closed my old dog-eared copy of The Fellowship of the Rings and looked out my window. I had never been to Poplar Bluff, and what I saw of it through my window didn’t imprint much on my memory – a small quiet town near the boot heel of Missouri.
The driver announced we could depart the bus, but it would be pulling out forty-five minutes later. The bus station was much smaller than St Louis’ was; it seemed older too. When I stepped from the bus with my back-pack slung over my shoulder, the driver reminded me when to re-board.
I found the men’s restroom. I peed and noticed an old coin operated machine on the wall that sold condoms. I had seventy-five cents but no need for a condom, though, according to the ad slogan, they were “guaranteed to please her”. I had no HER either, but I sure wanted one. My oldest brother had a girlfriend; she was a dream! Looking around, exploring, I found a tiny gift shop, closed for the night. I peered inside, saw a magazine rack. They sold Playboys! Then a row of vending machines caught my attention, but I had to save my money, and I had food in my pack, so, leaving the vending area, I looked around for something interesting to do, someone to talk to. That’s when I noticed her.
A pretty girl in a red dress sat not far from me. When I looked over at her, she smiled at me and gave me a little wave. Blushing, I waved back, straightening my shoulders, trying to look older, more cool.
She had a little backpack too, in her lap, and at her feet was a large old suitcase. I didn’t want to stare, and I didn’t have the nerve to approach her, so I kinda wandered off, peeking at her now and then.
Near the ticket counter, I found a giant map of the U.S. on the wall. I loved maps. It had little red dots showing where all the Greyhound bus stations were. I was trying to count them when a commotion started behind me.
“God dammit! You trying to rob me?” A big old guy hollered at the clerk behind the counter. He was wearing one of those wife-beater T-shirts; it was filthy, his gut protruding comically between the mismatched suspenders holding up his cut-off jeans. He was unshaven, and I swore I could smell his body odor over the fumes of the six busses parked outside. “That’s twice as much as it cost me to send her last year, you fuckin’ thief!”
I watched closely as the ticket-clerk stood up from his chair and explained to the redneck. “She was only twelve last year, that’s why it cost you less. She’s thirteen now, and we charge adult-fare for her.” the clerk explained sternly. “I clearly recall having this argument last summer . . .sir.”
“Thirteen my ass!” the redneck cried. He spun around and hollered, “Becky get your ass over here.” I saw the girl in the red dress hop up from her seat and run over toward us. “Tell this ass-wipe how old you are.”
“Thirteen, sir,” little Becky replied. She looked over at me briefly. She seemed embarrassed, so I turned around and pretended to examine the big map.
“Fuck!” the redneck hollered. I heard little Becky cry out, so I spun around quickly enough to see the redneck picking her up by the scruff of her neck, holding her in front of the clerk’s ticket window. “Tell him how old you really are!”
“Twelve,” she said meekly. “Really!” The redneck dropped her, and glared at the clerk. And, to my surprise, the clerk produced a bus ticket. “Daddy, that hurt.”
“Shut the fuck up and get back to your seat,” he hollered, handing her the ticket and putting his wallet back in his shorts. He gave me a quick glare, scaring me. I fled for the safety of the bus.
From my window seat I watched Becky, as she sat dejected in her seat. I hoped she was getting on this bus; maybe she would sit by me. I fogged up the window staring at her, watching her father berate her and finally lead her to my bus. I sat stiffly in my seat, praying she would sit close by. I pulled my backpack off the seat and set it on the floor, just incase by some miracle she wanted to sit there.
I saw her walking down the aisle, eyes downcast, her hands gripping her pack. She didn’t look at the open seat or me, just past by. My heart sank. As we pulled out of the station, I hopped up on my seat, looked toward the back of the bus, trying to spot her. She was sitting alone, all the way in the back, looking right at me. I plopped back down in my seat and considered joining her. She sure had looked sad.
Though no where on the scale of her’s, my own father could be an ass too; we had that in common and maybe we could talk about that. I fidgeted and squirmed in indecision. After several minutes, I was no closer to convincing myself she would want me to sit by her. I began to act it out, you know, like I was approaching her, saying hello to her, and began talking to her. I was animated, practicing my moves. I tried, sitting in my seat by the window, to look cool and calm. I waved at nothing, smiling like a champ.
“Whatcha’ doin’?”
I spun around in my seat. Becky was behind me, looking over the backs of the seats right at me!
“It looks like you’re talking to yourself,” she continued, looking at me with concern. “Well?”
The truth might work, I thought. “I was. . .” I stammered. “I was practicing coming back and talking to you.” She looked confused. “I wanted to look cool, you know. Not like a jerk or something. But I suppose I look pretty much like a jerk right now.”
Her little blond head disappeared behind the seat. And then smiling, she appeared in the aisle beside my empty seat. She sat down in my empty seat!
“What’s your name?” she asked sweetly, her words heavy with a country accent.
“Dan,” I answered holding out my hand to her. She took it. “You’re Becky?” She nodded, blushing a bit.
“I guess you heard my daddy raising hell back there.”
“Sounded a bit like my dad,” I said. “Becky, I know how embarrassing parents can be. My dad yells a lot, too.”
She had pretty blue eyes and wore her hair braided in two pigtails, tied with red ribbons that matched her polka-dotted dress. We began a long discussion, sharing our family secrets, our pasts and our plans for the future. Little Becky could really talk. I mean a lot – talk and talk. She was full of stories! I looked into her blue eyes and her voice would blur as I daydreamed about having a girlfriend like her. Although I didn’t live in Poplar Bluff, I imagined that, if Becky was my girlfriend, we could go to Six Flags together, ride one of those dark rides!
“I said watcha reading there,” Becky said. I snapped out of my daydreaming, blinking and embarrassed. I told her about my book. It was my second time reading it. I started telling her a little bit about the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but a glazed, uninterested look came over her.
“You’re nice, Dan,” she said, interrupting me. “Let’s play a game.”
“Okay.”
“We have to go back to my seat, across the bus, so we can see the cars.”
I didn’t really know what she meant, but I grabbed my pack and eagerly followed her to the back of the bus. We reached her seats, she told me to sit by her window, and when she sat down, she was right next to me! I felt a little uncomfortable, never really having been that close to a girl . As she explained the game, I got an aching feeling in my pants.
“We watch for cars with only one head light!” Well it sounded easy enough. But I didn’t see much point in it. My confusion must have shown, because she continued, “And . . . when we see one . . . ” she paused, allowing the suspense to build, “you can kiss me.” Wow! She studied me closely. “You know how to kiss, right?” I nodded, though I had never kissed a girl. “Good.” I figured that I could figure it out on the fly. The traffic was pretty heavy across the interstate, being the weekend, travelers and all. “Have you played this game before?”
I shook my head.
She said, “I have, but not with these rules.”
I was watching out the window, pretty anxious, kinda scared. “How many girls have you kissed, Dan?” I looked over at her. I wondered how many girls I should have kissed at my age. What was the proper amount, dammit? “You haven’t kissed any girls, have you?” I shook my head, shamed. “That’s alright Dan. I’m sure you’ll be a good kisser. You do want to kiss me, don’t you?” I nodded emphatically. “Well. . . watch then! Watch out there.” She pointed across the interstate. She snuggled up closer to me. “I’ll help you watch, we’ll make sure nothing gets by.”
I really liked her southern accent, and the way she smelled too. It was nice having her so close to me, the bus ride was getting a lot more interesting, certainly more fun than reading Tolkien. Then I saw a vehicle with only one headlight! Suddenly I found myself hoping it was a motorcycle, then I hoped it wasn’t, and then . . .
“There Danny There!” she cried, pointing to the car I had seen.
I looked over at her, nervous as can be. I felt her hand cover mine; it was warm, a little moist, so I thought she might be nervous too, which made it a little easier. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed my lips together, leaned toward her, and gave her a kiss right on her chin. Oops. I tried again, quickly readjusting my aim and finding her lips. We kissed, and held hands. Dude, do I have to tell you how hard my little pecker was? No. I bet I don’t. We kissed for several long seconds, before she pulled away.
“That was pretty good Dan,” she said. I smiled from ear to ear. “We don’t want to miss the next one, do we?”
I shook my head, and she pointed out the window. This was a great game! She was pressed very close to me now; so friendly. My attention was divided between the oncoming traffic and her little hand, her fingers entwined with mine. Then another one-headlight car passed, which I proudly pointed out, turning to receive my prize. She was ready and waiting, so I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open a just a little longer this time, and kissed her again.
“Much better, Dan,” Becky said with encouragement, making me proud. I opened my eyes while I was kissing her and her eyes were open too! When our gazes met, she began to kiss me very hard and pushed her tight body hard against mine, shoving me against the window. I loved that; she seemed so eager and happy to be kissing me. Soon I was watching for more one-lighted cars, my breath fogging the window, Becky’s hand holding mine tightly. We found another car, and another and another. Before long, I was a kissing machine, making Becky very happy. She said so!
“I like it when you kiss me, Dan,” she said sweetly into my ear. Her breath felt funny on me there, made me tingly. But the magic was soon broken; the bus driver announced another stop. Becky was soon talking away again, telling me about her cat and dog, as we rode through another sleepy town in the boot-heel of Missouri.
She was nestled closely to me, but when the bus came to a stop in the tiny station, wondering what we would do now, I was hoping and praying that this wasn’t her stop. I wanted to take a walk with Becky, or sit right here with her. I just didn’t know what was going to happen. Becky had it all figured out though.
“C’mon Dan!” She said hopping out of her seat, holding out her hand. I eagerly took it, stood and followed her up the aisle, adjusting my little pecker in my pants. We hopped off the bus, and explored all over. I bought us an Orange Crush to share. She seemed to love it, so I insisted she hold on to it. I found another map and showed her where I lived. She asked where I was going. I pointed it out on the map.
“Wow, way down there,” she said in awe. She pointed at Houston. “I get off here, the day after tomorrow.” My heart leapt at the thought of spending so much time with her.
When the bus driver hollered, I grabbed Becky’s hand and we ran back to the bus. I let her have the window seat this time, and pulled some chips out of my pack and shared them with her. When we got back on the interstate, we resumed our game. Now, while we stared out the window, I practice kissing her neck. She wiggled with delight when I put my tongue in her ear, and shivered when I nibbled on her earlobe.
“That feels so good, Dan.” While I held her one hand, she placed her other on my leg and rubbed it some when I made her feel especially good. She would speak out when she saw a car with only one light and we would kiss, now with our mouths open, for a long, long time. Some cars may have gotten by us. And then I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. I loved that, her little tongue playing with mine. We hardly stopped kissing at all. Our corner in the back of the bus was dark and deserted. We were left alone. My hands began to roam her little body while we kissed. I explored her without the slightest resistance.
When we finally stopped kissing for a moment, catching our breaths, she told me something astounding. “I have little boobs, Dan.” She said quietly. I looked down at her chest, seeing her two small boobs pressed against her dress. I was in awe of this girl and she giggled a little at me. “You can feel them,” she said. “If you want to, that is, I’ll let you touch them for a little while.”
I did! Yeah! I nodded. She took my hand and placed it on her chest. I massaged her little boobs with wonder, feeling and pinching her little nipples, hardly noticing her hand moving slowly up my leg. I jumped when it reached my lap and gasped.
“Your little cock is hard, Dan,” she said. Feeling ashamed, I nodded my head. She looked at me with some sympathy in her eyes, and rose from her seat. She reached above us, into an overhead bin, and removed a little blue blanket and two pillows. I put the pillows in the corner by her window, so she could lean back against them, and she spread the blanket over us. I felt so evil! When she sat down, she leaned back against her pillows with a thankful smile. Then she sat up again, and turned her back to me.
“Unbutton my dress Dan,” she ordered.
I fumbled with several buttons, until her dress fell open far enough for me to make out the top of her little ass. She wore no bra, thankfully, that would have slowed us down. She lay back in her seat again, and pulled the blanket up under her chin. I watched her wiggle around as she smiled at me wickedly. Soon, I could make out her hands moving under the blanket near her lap. Then she spread the blanket over my lap and reached for my hand. I felt under the blanket. She had slid her dress down to her waist! She let my hands wander over her little belly button, and to her breasts, all the while looking into my eyes. I could tell she liked the feel of my hands, from the sounds she was making, little ews and ahs. Her small breasts were less than a handful, but rounded and firm. She liked it when I touched them lightly, and she liked it when I squeezed them, too. She especially liked it when I tugged on her nipples, I could tell because she kissed me hard when I did, and her hand traveled back to my lap. And on my lap, her little fingernails began to tickle and lightly scratch my cock through pants!
“Oh Becky,” I moaned, breaking our kiss. She smiled at me knowingly, and found my zipper.
“Can I take it out and play with it, Dan?” She asked. Yes, please! While she unzipped my shorts, I unfastened my belt. The blanket had slipped off my lap, so I saw her hand disappear beneath my underwear. I thought her little fingers were full of magic when she wrapped them around my cock.
“Becky,” I groaned. She giggled in glee at my excitement, her hand beginning to pump me up and down.
“Does that feel good, Danny?” she asked, kissing my ear. She shifted even closer to me and the blanket slipped down her front, exposing her tiny tits to me which were suddenly illuminated by the lights of a passing semi. I stared at them in wonder and felt her other hand gently grab my balls. “Oh you look so excited. I’m glad you feel so good.”
Watching her tits, feeling her hands, I was lost, my legs twitching. It all felt so natural when she cooed in my ear, she was my friend and she was pleasing me with her hand pumping my cock. “Oh boy, Dan, your sure are hard!” Her hand was flying up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing them lightly. She giggled softly into my ear wheni started to thrust my hips up and down; an odd feeling was quickly overcoming me. Our eyes met, and she comprehended my state.
“Squirt it out Danny, it’ll feel so good, squirt, squirt.” She knew! She knew the feeling that was rushing through me like a big fast wave! My sperm began to fly into the air, falling onto the blanket, my chest, and her hand. “Danny, oh Danny!” she giggled with glee. Her hands grew slick with fluids, sliding up and down my shaft, coaxing my balls; I was in heaven. Finally, I stopped coming. My cock grew very sensitive; her pumping causing me to twist around in my seat. “Oh!” she cried. “Mm.” I felt feint as she pulled her hands off me, and began rubbing my tummy and leg. She was so sweet.
“Becky,” I admitted. “That was the best thing ever!” She smiled at me sweetly.
“I think you should pull that blanket up, Danny, and cover yourself,” she said looking down at my cock. “Maybe you should slip your shorts and underwear off. You’ll be a lot more comfortable, wouldn’t you?” I hadn’t considered that! I hesitated, thinking of the trouble that we could get in if discovered in such disarray. “It’s ok,” she promised. “We have a blanket.” I leaned over and looked up the long aisle. It seemed very quiet, peaceful on our bus. Looking back at her, I was indecisive.
“I’ll take my little panties off if you do.” I set a land-speed record for undressing, pulling the blanket quickly over my lap. Becky gave me a loving smile, and leaned over, laying her head on my lap, looking up at me with an evil grin. She sat up, though, holding my shorts and underwear. She folded them neatly and slid them under her seat. “We don’t want you to get them all wrinkled or have your wallet fall out,” she explained. She put her arms under the blanket and began to slide her undies off. She showed them to me, smiling, before she put them with my shorts. “There!”
“Have you ever felt a girl down there, Danny?” she asked me shyly.
“No,” I admitted. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed. Your boobs are the first I’ve ever touched.” This seemed to please her, make her proud.
“Would you like to touch me down there?” she asked kindly.
“I don’t know what to do really,” I confessed. “Yes though, but I hope I don’t…”
“You’ll be just fine. You learned how to kiss so well,” she explained. She held my hand, leading it slowly between her legs. She was very wet down there. I was surprised. “It’s cause I am excited, I didn’t pee or nothing.” I felt relieved as my hand roamed between her warm thighs.
“Oh. . . see. . . right there,” she moaned. I snuggled real close to her, and began to kiss her gently as I slowly learned how to please her. After a minute of fumbling around, I managed to insert a finger into her. It was really tight where my finger went, and soft. And wet. And hot! Suddenly her tongue was dancing wildly in my mouth, I was rubbing her just right. I felt a little nub just above where I was sliding my finger in and out of her, my finger was brushing against it with each thrust. She began to squeal with delight. Her legs clamped tight around my hand but I kept fingering her and rubbing that little nub. My pinky dipped below her little wet pussy, sliding between her ass cheeks and touching her little asshole. Oops! I thought that I really screwed-up but she suddenly pulled her legs up, her arms wrapping around my head.
“Oh yes! Touch it again, slide it in,” she moaned. I thought it was kinda weird, but I really wanted to please her, whatever it took. It was tough on my wrist, trying to work my pinky into her ass, so I used my other hand to rub her little nub, while I violated her little holes. Her butt hole was just as warm as her pussy, maybe a little tighter! She was wiggling and moaning like mad, no way I could try to kiss her then, so I just watched, the blanket having slipped off her in her excitement. I was working several fingers into her now, and Becky suddenly started to shiver, and a few moments later grabbed my hands, still shaking. I stopped what I was doing, recalling how sensitive I got right after I had squirted. She was breathing in big gulps of air, her body had gotten kinda sweaty, it glistened when headlights shown through our window. I thought she was the prettiest thing I ever saw!
She told me I made her feel Real good. Real good.
“You’re so nice and gentle with me Dan, so sweet, I’m so glad to be with you.” She slid her nearly naked body next to mine. She was so soft everywhere I touched her. I leaned back and she lay her head on my lap. I pulled the blanket over her shoulder and hips, covering her and slid my hands underneath so I could fondle her boobs. She was letting me do the naughtiest things! Things I had never ever imagined doing. My little pecker was growing hard again, and made a little teepee right in front of her face as I was feeling her soft skin. She lifted her head a bit and slid the blanket off my lap, and lay her head back down looking at my little cock.
“I’m going to make you squirt again, Danny.” As I ran my fingers through her hair, I felt something real wet sucking on the head of my prick. She took me into her mouth! I felt her little tongue massaging me. “Mm,” she moaned. It made me tingle when she did that. Slowly, she took more and more of me into her mouth, while cupping my balls with her hand.
Our bus pulled off the interstate as she gripped the base of my cock with her other hand, and slowly pumped it up and down while sucking on me. She was getting spit all over me and it felt great, slippery like. She wasn’t grossed out or anything, and those noises she made convinced me she was happy to be pleasing me again. She was slurping and humming sweetly, jacking me off and fondling my balls, which were getting wetter with her spit.
Her head started bobbing up and down as she took more and more of me into her mouth, until I felt It hit the back of her mouth and slip a bit down her throat. It would have made me gag! But not Becky. Nope, she just sucked real hard then, like she was drinking a thick shake through a thin straw. Sucking. Moaning. Rubbing my balls. It made me get that feeling again. It came on me faster this time, much more powerful. I told her. I warned her I was gonna squirt again, but she was so happy to be pleasing me, she kept sucking and sucking, my cock pretty deep down her throat. I squirted and squirted, my hips lifting us both nearly out of our seats. She was squealing with delight, with my cock in her mouth, as I squirted and squirted, she sounded so pleased. When I regained my senses, our bus was pulling into a dark bus station. I heard the front doors of the bus hiss open, and I saw a passenger and the driver get off.
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