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Ripe For Picking – Part 1
The following story is entirely true and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.
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The Frontier
This story will start slow as far as sexual encounters are concerned. I’ll try to refrain from using bad grammar as English is not my first language. I’ll try avoiding silly words like “Pussy” and “Cock” – since finding these in stories usually make me disinterested. Also please give feedback – this is my first time writing so be gentle.
The Prophecy Ch. 5
Luke’s world is turned upside down when a man tries to kill him for being “The Fox.” He learns why he is important and that things in his life will change dramatically.
New Year’s Eve, Part 1
This is just the start, but here’s the first part of my first story. I plan on having it actually finished by New Year’s Eve, so keep an eye out for more! Constructive criticism greatly appreciated.
THE AMOROUS ADVENTURES OF JULIANA L., PART 3
As usual, names are all fictional, and a few other identifying details are changed, but everything else really happened. Please leave responses if you like the story.
My first bi-sexual encounter
Names changes to prtect the previously innocent
The Cabin (PT 1)
THIS IS A STORY THAT TOOK PLACE WHILE ME AND MY BEST FRIEND WERE SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL ITS BASED ON A TRUE STORY SO DUE TO THAT FACT CHARACTER NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST STORY EVER SO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK
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Their Valentine Surprises
Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Agent of Lilith: Chapter 13
Preparations for the museum are made and allies are gathered. James continues to wrestle with his feelings of doubt and guilt.
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A breezy office flirt fulfills the fantasy of her favorite co-worker
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Young Fern part seven
While Tom and Adel were away on their naughty weekend, the girls and I had a big sleep-in with a pillow nest. The twins saw more than they probably should have and I spoke to Willow on the phone.
When Did That Happen Parts 1 & 2
Repressed memories can disrupt your life when they come back to you
TEN INCHES FOR SARAH
My lover Sarah is a short though very attractive and extremely sexy woman.
She is French, bilingual and at first glance a very demure medical professional.
When I first met Sarah I was very attracted to the way she was able to very confidently articulate her sexual preferences.
“I love being licked and teased,” she informed me without any embarrassment. “And I am completely shaved for you.”
Love Honor and Obey
Note: This story was told to me by a couple I know after the wife sucked me off. They swear it’s true. Enjoy.
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True story about losing my virginity!
Ten Husbands, Still a Virgin
A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands. On their wedding night, she told her new husband, “Please be gentle, I’m still a virgin.”
“What?” said the puzzled groom. “How can that be if you’ve been married ten times?”
“Well, Husband #1 was a sales representative; he kept telling me how great it was going to be.
Husband #2 was in software services; he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he’d look into it and get back to me.
Husband #3 was from field services; he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn’t get the system up.
Husband #4 was in telemarketing; even though he knew he had the order, he didn’t know when he would be able to deliver.
Husband #5 was an engineer; he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.
Husband #6 was from finance and administration; he thought he knew how, but he wasn’t sure whether it was his job or not.
Husband #7 was in marketing; although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.
Husband #8 was a psychologist; all he ever did was talk about it.
Husband #9 was a gynecologist; all he did was look at it.
Husband #10 was a stamp collector; all he ever did was… God! I miss him! But now that I’ve married you, I’m really excited!”
“Good,” said the new husband, “but, why?”
“You’re a lawyer. This time I know I’m gonna get screwed!”
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My Mom and my Sis are my Sex Slaves Part 2
David has captured and trained his Mother Kendra, and his Sister Kayleigh, into becoming his obedient sex slaves. Now he strategically moves towards the next phase of his plan to build the life he always fantasized about. In this chapter, his father, John, returns home and enjoys some one on one time with his daughter Kayleigh. She teases him into a frenzy, and when she turns him away, he forces the matter. Eventually he gets what he deserves.
The Shifts of Mike Ch 04
That night brought on the best sleep I have ever had. Completely relaxed, totally drained and my beautiful sister in my arms. While the sun was still low in the early morning sky I felt Jamie begin to stir. Turning to face me she gave me a quick peck on the lips as she was hopping out of bed and running to the bathroom. I just stretched out in my now empty bed going over the events of the past 24 hours. A few minutes later Jamie popped her head in my room to tell me she would be home from practice around 2. I nodded back to her and drifted back off for a little bit needing a little more sleep after the day I had yesterday.
A few hours later I woke up and after the morning ritual decided to go lay out by the pool. I had a body to show off, I might as well get used to being in it and get a tan at the same time. After some time laying out and taking a few laps in the pool I headed inside to see about something to eat. Only a few minutes told me everything I needed to know, the grocery store was a much needed destination. Leaving Jamie a note on the fridge I grabbed my car keys and headed out to do some food shopping.
A murderous two hours later I was finally pulling into the driveway again. While bringing in the groceries Jamie heard me and came downstairs to start putting things away, once everything was put up we decided on burgers for dinner. While I got the grill cranked up and warming Jamie was inside getting the burgers prepped up for me. Side by side just like normal we prepared our dinner, it was almost like we were normal siblings still. I savored the feeling hoping that it would always be like this. In all reality we could never be together, I knew she knew this just as well as I did. The potatoes and asparagus cut up and seasoned I went out to throw them on the grill. It was still early enough that there was still good sun in the backyard so I threw off my shirt and laid back until it was time to throw the burgers on.
A few minutes later I heard the door open and close, then a plate being put down on the grill area. I opened my eyes to watch Jamie walk over to me. Her hair up in a ponytail, a small black bikini top and a short pleated skirt on, I was going to have to remember to ask her where she learned to dress like this. Not that I’m complaining. She walked right over to my lounger and stepped over me before sitting down on my lap giving me the briefest of glimpses showing me she wasn’t wearing any panties. As soon as she made contact with my crotch she began to wiggle around. Her movements and knowing she had nothing on under that skirt got me started. I reached out my hands and grabbing her hips I pulled her pussy down onto my growing erection giving her a little taste of her own doing.
“So how kinky are you prepared to get big brother?” she asked as innocently as she could given the situation. Looking up at her my response was automatic. “I was the one who wanted to fuck his little sister, remember?” As I said remember I pulled her down and pushed up harder than we had been causing her to loose her train of thought for a minute. “Mmmm. Good I’ve got some pretty wild fantasies of my own, and I want to do ALL of them.” Wondering what she could possibly be fantasizing about I told her that her wish was my command. The answer I got wasn’t what I was looking for but it would do. She wanted me to finish making dinner. I spoil her, I know, its my own fault. And with that I stood up taking her with me one hand under her ass holding her up while the other got ready to grill. With the burgers now on the grill and my sister still attached to my body giving me little kisses all over my shoulders and neck, I took this little respite and made full use of it. Shifting a little bit under the guise of getting more comfortable my hand supporting her was now in perfect position to play with her little pussy. I picked up the spatula and started playing with the burgers as the fingers on my other hand slipped between her lips lightly tracing her pussy. This elicited a moan from the little beauty cradled on me.
As my fingers played around, teasing my little beauty I could feel her holding onto me tighter and tighter. Smiling to myself and still playing with the food on the grill I started to slowly slip my ring finger inside of her, slowly at first just wiggling around. As my finger entered her deeper I started up a short rhythm matching movements between my ring finger and now my pinky as I began to lightly caress her clit. Her juices were now running down my fingers, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me supporting her own weight. With this new freedom given me I had a little more maneuverability and decided to see just how far my sister really wanted to go. I wet all my fingers with her juices re inserting my ring finger, quickly joined by my middle finger as I continue playing with her pussy feeling her get wetter and tighter. Jamie is now panting and squeezing onto me, my fingers are slowed down with how tight she is becoming. Feeling her orgasm grow near my remaining finger begins to circle around her asshole. I continue just circling and ribbing over it until she relaxes a little giving me the perfect opportunity. My finger slips right into her tight ass leaving my sister squeezed and impaled upon my hand. With the intrusion into her ass her movements stop and I pick up with mine not taking us out of the rhythm we were just in. In a matter of seconds she resumes her bucking against my hand with renewed vigor, her breaths coming in short gasps now as her pussy and ass tighten and release on my fingers. Feeling her back near the edge I put the spatula down and with my free arm hold her tight to me as I assault her nether region with my other hand bringing her to orgasm immediately. Being outside in stead of screaming she bites down on my shoulder, with how hard she is biting she must be drawing blood. As her orgasm fades away I take her in my arms and lower her back onto the lounger that started this all leaving her to gather her senses as I got the food off the grill and ready to eat.
As I was plating our dinner I looked over to see my sister just laying there staring at me, I motioned her over to the table signaling dinner was ready. We both with stomachs growling attacked our food not leaving any time to talk. As we finished our meal and started to clean up I asked her if she was ok hoping I hadn’t gone to far too fast.
“I’m great, you just keep doing things to me before I have to ask you to do them. Its looking like we have some of the same desires” she answered. My mind now at ease I figured now was as good as any to see what my boundaries were if I even had any. I told Jamie to go pick out a movie for us to watch while I did the dishes. I walked into the tv room and sat down on the couch just as she was closing the dvd player. She came over and snuggled up next to me tucking her feet under her and resting her head on my chest. Not knowing how to ease into the conversation I blurted, “So what are the boundaries for this? I can pretty much do anything and I don’t know about you but the weirder it is the more I want to try it.” Settling into my chest and herself she took a moment to think about it, then abruptly got up and walked to her room. When she returned she had a small notepad and a pen with her. Sitting now on the opposite side of the couch from me I watched as she would furiously scribble something down then turn the page and go back into thought. This went on for quite a few pages, when finished she closed the notepad and handed it to me. Not really understanding what was going on I just gave her a questioning look.
She slid back over and giving me a kiss said, “Just don’t hurt me. That’s your limit. I wrote down all the things I want to happen and they better mister! But do things for you to, if I don’t like it ill tell you to stop.” With now hearing her explanation all I could think about was the notepad, but as I went to open it she put her hand on mine and asked me not to look at it until she was taking her shower. And then to surprise her with something when she was done. With that settled we snuggled up with each other, both of us enjoying this new found intimacy we shared.
With the credits now rolling on the movie we both began to stir, Jamie heading of for a shower and myself going to my room to read some of her fantasies. As I sat in my room, music playing in the background, I flipped through what she wrote down. Each turn of the page causing my jaw to drop lower and my eyes to bug out more. Lil sis was a straight perv. Some of her ideas I hadn’t even thought of, and I had some seriously weird stuff on my mind. I reread the suggestions four times and each time through one of them kept poking out at me. My mind settled I sat back and waited for my sister to get done with her shower.
Needing to kill some time I swiveled my chair around and starting messing around with my Xbox. I kept a half an ear out finally hearing the shower stop and her hairdryer kick on. Knowing she was almost done with her shower I saved my game and shut everything down. As I turned around she walked in the room, “Have you decided?” she asked. Nodding my head as I stood up I walked over to her and leaned down to kiss my little beauty as I pulled her towel loose and let it fall to the floor. Our lips locked I pushed her over to the bed and down onto it. Her ass on the edge I knelt down about to have my first direct taste of her pussy. I started off giving kisses and licks all around her, her scent becoming stronger and stronger, I started licking up and down her outer lips listening to her moan and watching her start to shift around wanting to feel what was about to come. Not being able to wait any longer I slid my tongue down the outside of her pussy and brought it back up separating her lips. Just before I reached her clit I pulled my tongue back down wanting to taste more of her sweet nectar. Finding her honey hole I drove my tongue inside of her, making it longer as I did, as I pulled her hips into my face. My now 5 inch tongue was flipping around licking every part of her love tunnel, her body now thrashing wildly against my face when I grew my second tongue. Just an off-shoot of the original I pulled my face back just enough to allow it to snake up and start assaulting her clit. Her body now going crazy I had to really clamp down on her to keep her from getting away. Her screams and twisting had my cock at full attention just waiting for his turn as I grew my third tongue. Continuing my frenzied licking of her clit and pussy my third tongue snaked down and began licking her asshole, lightly at first just lubing up the area. As I felt her body begin to tense readying herself for her orgasm I pushed on her hole not quite sending my tongue inside her. All these sensations at one time were too much for her sending her over the edge bucking and thrashing around. Unable to hold onto her I backed away standing up.
As her orgasm was fading I grew her fantasy, a second cock. I made both mirror images of one another at 7 inches long and a bit over an inch wide. Moving right up between her legs not giving her a chance to recover I lifted up her legs placing them on my chest as I leaned into her pushing into her pussy with my bottom dick. She was so wet I slid right in all the way on the first stroke feeling her pussy still trembling from her orgasm. After a few strokes I pulled out of her pussy and shifting a little lower I pushed into her ass. She tensed up at first but I kept pushing, as soon as I broke into her ring, my head popping inside her body relaxed. With a few short strokes I had my cock half buried in her ass. It felt wonderful. Pulling out almost all the way I lined up my other cock with her pussy and pushed forward penetrating both of her holes. Slowly I invaded her body until I was all the way inside her. Relishing this feeling I ground into her as I reached down placing my arms right above her shoulders locking her into place underneath me.
With one final push into her I pulled back so I was barely inside of her and pulled down on her shoulders as I pushed back in. Each stroke becoming harder and faster than the one before, my lust for her overtaking me I began driving into her animalistic. My grunts matching her moans and screams, her hands were on my chest dragging her nails down breaking skin, my arms pulling her into me harder and harder feeling double the pleasure.
That’s when I started to feel it, the slight contractions telling me she was getting close to her second orgasm. I hoped I could hold out, but I was shown I couldn’t, as she squeezed down on me tighter I sank fully into her and unleashed rope after rope of cum from both my cocks. As I emptied myself into her she came off the bed her back arched at an almost impossible angle every muscle rigid, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her muscles kept tightening up squeezing me to the point it was almost painful when with a loud exhale she crumpled back to the bed, passed out. I pulled out of my sister, leant down to give her a kiss and turned and left for the shower.
Completely drained the shower was a welcome relief. Just standing under the hot water started to rejuvenate me. As I started to wash myself I replayed the events that had just taken place. Lost in my thoughts I started to stroke my top cock, the world so forgotten I didn’t even notice the shower curtain opening and closing or the body now occupying the shower with me until I felt a second smaller pair of hands on my lower cock stroking it in time with my movements. Looking down I saw Jamie on her knees, tired but still with a sparkle of lust in her eyes. She pushed my hands away now stroking me, a cock in each hand as she scooted forward.
With a smile up at me I watched as her lips slowly parted around the head of my top cock, taking me in inch after inch until her nose was buried against my stomach. With a swallow she pulled back and forced her face back to my stomach. My eyes rolled back into my head feeling her throat close around me. I looked back down to see her with her arms at her sides squeezing her tits together as she was holding my lower cock in between them. Her movements syncing up she was now fucking my cock with her face while I was titty fucking her. Even thought I had just cum, and cum hard, she hungrily attacked me wanting more cum from me. I was not going to disappoint. After only another minute I felt my orgasm building up, my cocks getting harder under her touch. Finally I felt my cum rolling up from my balls to my shaft and on its way out of my body I pulled away from her taking a cock in each hand and jerked my cum all over her. Spurt after spurt shooting out of my cock covering her face and tits, I kept squeezing until I had nothing left. Looking at Jamie I saw her the sexiest yet, completely covered in my cum smiling up at me as she was licking it off her face. Helping her up we both began to wash, finishing up our shower with no more than a few playful grabs and squeezes.
Exiting the bathroom we headed our separate ways. Me to my video games and her to her phone. After awhile she popped back into my room and settled down on my bed letting me know that one of her friends was coming over the next day and most likely going to stay the night. Turning to her I asked if she thought I should be in my regular body. Laughing she told me she thought it would be a perfect trial run. I returned my attention to my game, Jamie occupied with watching me play and her phone. After awhile of Fus Roh Dah I started to get tired so shutting off the game I crawled into bed snuggling up to my sister. The exertions of the day pulling me directly into slumber.
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Interviews of My Sex Life: Jen Part2
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Trained Step Sister pt.2
First, let me apologize for taking so long to revisit this story. I really struggled with certain aspects of it, and had to set it aside to finish the Chris and Christie series. After some time away, I think that I’ve come back with a better handle on the characters involved.
Last we left off, Allison has started acting in a very possessive way towards Mark, after several weeks of pretending to be an unwilling participant in their sexual acts.
Mark awakened the next morning to Allison’s mouth on his cock. He looked down at her in shock. She had never initiated sexual contact between the two of them previously; this was a whole new thing.
She looked up to see him staring down at her incredulously and gave she him a sultry stare as she pushed herself up on all fours and really started getting into it. She was naked and swinging her hips around in a slow circle while she pumped her arms up and down, swallowing his cock on each downstroke. Holy shit. Mark thought. She is one sexy bitch.
He was mesmerized by the sight of her heart shaped ass tracing a hypnotic pattern through the air.
Allison grinned; she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him. As he clenched his teeth and dropped his head back on his pillow, she let his cock drop free from her mouth, hopped off the bed, and sauntered out of the room.What the fuck????? Mark thought in frustration. Then it dawned on him, Allison was back to her old tricks, trying to provoke him. He calmed himself down, trying to get his erection to go away, but he knew that it was no use.
He hopped up and pulled on some underwear before heading to the kitchen. Allison was there, stark naked, finishing her breakfast.
“What took you so long? Your food got cold.” She went to the counter and grabbed his plate, bringing it towards the table when she dropped it. The plate broke on the floor, leaving a mess of bacon and eggs splattered across the kitchen.
“Oopps.” She said with a mischievous smile. “And that was the last of the food. Looks like you go hungry.”
Mark stared at her impassively. “You better clean that up.”
“Why? It was your food.”
“Then it’ll stay there.” He replied, and went to the pantry, finding some Pop-Tarts.
Allison pouted at his back. He wasn’t playing along, this wasn’t fun.
As Mark busied himself at the pantry, he grinned to himself. Alison was going to have to do a lot better than that. At least she wasn’t trying to kiss him, or do any girlfriend-type stuff. That had seriously freaked him out. As he turned back around, he was treated to quite a sight: Allison was down on all floors, cleaning up the mess she had made with her ass saucily tilted towards him, displaying her pussy and her asshole. As she worked on the floor, she made sure to accentuate her movements so that he couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
Mark steeled himself and exited the kitchen, finishing his food.
Allison heard him leave, and gritted her teeth in frustration. What the hell was he doing? She had left him with a huge boner, she could still see it when he came into the kitchen! She decided that some direct action was necessary.
When she finished cleaning up the mess, she headed to his bedroom. He was in the shower, with his work clothes laid out on the bed. She smiled and reached down between her legs and started playing with herself.
When Mark hopped out of the shower, he checked his watch. Running a little bit late, shit. He hurriedly finished brushing his teeth and headed out to his bedroom, where he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on before heading out the door. As he was driving to work, he noticed something odd.
What the hell was that smell? It was … him???? No, his shirt. He grabbed it and pulled it up towards his nose and took a deep whiff. What the hell? It smelled like … he could recognize Allison’s body lotion, and … pussy?Holy shit. What did she do?????
He grabbed his phone and called her.
“Yes???” She was asking for it for sure, that little innocent tone, hinting at a bit of naughtiness.
“Allison, is there something wrong with our washing machine? My clothes smell funny.”
She giggled on the other end of the line. “Check your camera.” And she hung up.
Mark scrolled through his phone and pulled up his camera feature. Sure enough, there was a new video, shot that morning.
As Mark pressed play, he almost swerved into oncoming traffic.
On the screen was a bald pussy. A pair of fingers came into view, and began dipping into the pussy, spreading its’ juices all along the outer lips. Then a white shirt appeared on the screen, and was rubbed along the pussy. After about 30 seconds, the angle changed, and he could see Allison’s face on the screen.
“Think of me at work today.” She said, and blew a kiss at the screen.
Mark gritted his teeth and sped along the road, his mind racing.
As soon as he got to work, he raced into the employee’s entrance and checked in just in the nick of time. He was positive that everyone could smell what was on him, but no one seemed to notice anything. The only problem was, Mark could still smell it, and it was getting him aroused.
As he walked to his post, he surprised by Julia walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around him.
“Hey!” She exclaimed. “I wanted to say thanks for taking me out last night.” She told him. An odd look crossed her face, and Mark panicked. Oh shit, she can smell Allison.
“Yeah, I had a really good time, thanks for going out with me.”
She didn’t seem to be paying any attention to what he was saying, but was instead peering at him, her face locked in a mask of concentration.
“Hang on.” Mark said. He ran to one of the kiddie pools and whipped his shirt off, dipping it into the water and wringing it out. He returned to Julia, pulling the wet shirt back on.
“Sorry about that. My step sister sprayed me with her perfume on my way out the door, that smell has been driving me nuts.”
Julia smiled at him. “I thought you smelled a little different.” She eyed Mark’s lean body through the wet shirt. “So I guess we should have a wet t-shirt contest for the guys. A little equal opportunity eye candy, hmmm?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and Mark grinned. Maybe Julia really could offer him a way out of his mess with Allison.
“Want to do something after work?” He asked her.
“I’d like that.” She replied. “See you then.”
Mark spent the rest of the day with a grin on his face. So he had a date with Julia after work, then home to give Allison a good fucking. The best of both worlds.
Since it was the Fourth, the water park closed early and there was a fireworks show. Julia decided that she wanted to hang around and see it, and Mark was agreeable to that idea.
As the show wound down and everyone headed to the exits, Mark took Julia by the hand and led her to the staff locker rooms.
“So what are we doing in here?” She questioned him, leaning up against the door frame and folding her arms across her chest.
“I just need to grab my stuff. Did you want to grab something to eat?”
She grinned at him. “Oh, so you didn’t have any nasty intentions by bringing me in here?”
“Disappointed?” Mark countered.
She smiled and looked down as Mark walked towards her.
“Maybe.” She smiled demurely.
Mark looked her up and down. She was smaller than Allison, and where Allison was a blue eyed blonde, Julia was a Eurasian beauty, half-Thai, and half-Caucasian. Her Thai heritage could be seen in her facial features, dark complexion, and her tiny frame, which sported large boobs that were almost oversized for her small body.
He put his arm around her waist and pulled him towards her, bending down and planting a firm kiss on her lips. She moaned and melted into him, running her slender hands up and down his lean back. One of her hands dipped down to cup his ass, and she pulled him tightly against her, rocking her hips against his leg. His cock was trapped between their bodies, pressed against her stomach. There was no way she could miss his growing erection. She wiggled against him, causing his cock to twitch and she broke off their kiss, laughing.
“Now about that food you promised me.” She said, looking mischievously at him while she lightly ran her fingernails along his shorts, tracing the outline of his cock.
“Let’s go.” He said, and took her by the hand to his car. They went to a nearby Chili’s, and Julia smiled at him.
“I would have been satisfied with In-n-Out.” She told him.
“Hey, I’ll remember that for next time.” He told her.
Over dinner, the two of them relaxed and chatted about all sorts of things, but Mark couldn’t stop staring at her lips, dreaming about having them wrapped around his cock.
About halfway through dinner, his phone started buzzing.
Allison. He ignored it, but she kept texting and calling, until Julia finally looked down at his phone.
“Aren’t you going to get that?”
“Naw, it’s juts my step-sister. She’s being a pain in the ass.”
“Well maybe it’s an emergency.” Julia reasoned.
“Fat chance.” Mark replied, but he picked his phone up anyway.
“What’s up?” He asked, a little more harshly than he intended.
“When are you coming home? I made dinner.” Allison said.
“I’m having dinner with Julia right now.” Mark responded. “I’ll be home later.”
“But I made you dinner.” Allison repeated, sounding hurt.
“I didn’t ask you to do that, I’ll be home later.”
“When?” Allison asked.
“Later. Now leave me alone.” And he hung up on her, looking annoyed.
“That wasn’t very nice.” Julia said across the table.
Mark shook his head, irritated. Shit, Allison is really getting on my nerves.
“She’s just being a brat. She’s always like that.”
“Do you have a picture of her?” Julia asked.
Mark scrolled through his photos to one of Allison, and passed his phone across to her.
Julia’s eyes widened. “Wow, she’s gorgeous.” Something about the way she said it caught Mark’s attention. He took a closer look at Julia.
Her lips were slightly parted, and he could see her run her tongue across her teeth. Her cheeks were a little flushed, and her breathing seemed to have quickened.Interesting …
He reached across the table and took his phone back.
“Easy girl. It almost looks like you’d rather be out with her than with me.”
Julia laughed. “Hey, I like hot girls.”
“Really?” Marks’ interest was piqued. “How much do you like them?”
Julia grinned. “It’s college, everyone experiments.”
Mark grinned wolfishly. Julia was a year older than him, and attended the local university from out of state. She had a luxury apartment off campus, and drove an expensive SUV. Mark had her down as a trust-fund princess, who would never have to work a day in her life, pursuing her Mrs. Degree in college.
It seemed that she was also pursuing a few other things.
Their conversation during dinner took on a more sexual bent, and by the end, Mark was straining to keep his erection from bursting through his shorts.
There was nothing overt about what Julia said, but her sly double entendres couldn’t be missed.
As they headed back to the water park to pick up her SUV, she turned to him.
“I think I left something in my locker, do you mind coming in with me to get it? I don’t like being out at night alone.”
Mark looked around. The parking lot was dark and deserted, definitely not a place that she should be by herself.
“Sure, no problem. Better safe than sorry.”
They unlocked the gate and headed back into the employee locker area. The female section was partitioned off from the men’s, but they both shared an expansive entry way. Mark waited just inside the door frame as she headed back deeper into the locker room. He waited for several minutes, and when she didn’t reappear, he wandered in after her, calling her name. As he neared the lockers, she answered him.
“Coming, took me a minute to find it in the dark.”
Mark leaned against the doorway, and she turned sideways to squeeze past him, pushing her ass up against his groin as she did so. He took advantage of the opportunity to wrap his hands around her waist and pull her in tight to his body, leaning down to kiss her neck. She sighed and tilted her head back, giving him more access, and he began tracing kisses down to the nape of her neck. His hand reached up to her large breasts, cupping and lifting them, as her hand worked its way back to his groin, and started massaging his cock through his shorts. After several minutes of this, he brought his hands down to her crotch and began rubbing his hands up and down there, pushing her ass back against his groin. She turned to face him and pulled his head down to hers to share a long kiss. When she leaned back, her eyes drifted down and she looked away.
“It’s getting late, we should be going.”
“Stay for just a little longer.” Mark pleaded with her.
She smiled demurely and protested. “I have to go …”
Mark leaned down and kissed her again while grinding his hips against hers. “Just a little while longer.”
She returned his kiss and was soon humping her hips up against him, her hands trailing down to his ass and pulling him tightly against her.
As Mark placed his hand on her ass, he decided to push things a little, and tried slipping his hand down the back of her shorts. Julia stiffened a bit, but soon started swaying her hips back and forth, while Mark enjoyed the warmth of her soft ass in the palm of his hand.
She eventually pushed him back away from her, and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand out of her shorts and off of her ass.
“Okay, I really need to get going. Thanks for dinner. Can you walk me out?”
Mark adjusted his shorts, trying to hide his raging erection, but he soon gave up.
“Yeah, let’s go.” He muttered, and began walking out.
As they got to her Escalade, she turned to face him.
“Mark, I really like you, but what happened tonight can’t happen again. I hope you understand.”
“Of course.” Mark said, trying to act the gentleman, despite his desire to mount her right there in the parking lot.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and climbed into her SUV.
As soon as she pulled away, Mark was in his car and headed home. Allison was going to get a real good fucking tonight …
As Mark headed home, he took a look at his phone. Allison had called three more times, and sent several texts.
He called her back, and she answered on the first ring.
“Where have you been?!?!?” She demanded angrily.
“I told you, having dinner with Julia.”
“This entire time??? I’m not stupid Mark, you were fucking her, weren’t you?!?”
“That’s none of your business.”
Allison switched gears, her voice taking on a pleading tone. “Mom and dad are coming home tomorrow; I wanted to spend time with you.”
“And I’m on my way home right now.”
Allison switched gears on him once again, her voice changing to a snarl. “Be sure and wash that whore off of you first!” And she hung up.
Mark was troubled by her behavior. Allison was either the world’s best actress, or she was falling for him.She could just be bat-shit crazy. He thought to himself as he pulled into the driveway.
Taped to the front door was a note that read: Your dinner is on the table.Shit, I’m not hungry. Mark thought to himself. And she’s probably going to throw a fit if I don’t eat. Allison’s behavior was getting tiring. It was too difficult trying to sort out what was real, and what was staged for his benefit. Even under normal circumstances, Allison was a brat. He was tempted to just tell Allison that it was over, but how would she react? She could easily claim that he had been raping her, and that wasn’t a chance that Mark was willing to take. Plus, he had a raging boner that Julia had left him with, and Allison was the perfect solution.
He sighed and entered the doorway, heading for the kitchen. Finding it empty, he went to the dining room, and was greeted by quite a sight: their large dining room table was lit by a single bulb in the overhead lighting, which cast a soft glow on just the half of the table facing him. In that soft pool of warm light lay Allison. Her legs were encased in white stockings, and she wore white high heels, with nothing else. Her knees were pulled back and spread out to the sides of her body, exposing her glistening pussy, which she worked with both hands. One hand was rubbing her clit, while the other dipped in and out of her hole, her fingers coated with her juices.
Mark paused and took in the sight. Allison was a beautiful young woman, and to see her in this display of naked glory was enough to supercharge the libido of any red-blooded male. And quite a few females too. Mark thought as he briefly wondered what Julia would make of this spectacle.
He walked towards the table, and could see the rest of Allison’s body bathed in the soft light. Her C cup breasts spilled to the sides of her chest, her bright pink nipples jutting out from her silver-dollar sized areolas. She had done her hair in a fancy upswept design, and her body was lightly dusted with body glitter. She’d fit right in at any of the upscale men’s clubs. Mark thought to himself, briefly wondering if his step-sister had a future as a stripper.
He found himself thinking of her Senior Prom, and wondered if she had fucked her date. If she had, that kid was incredibly lucky. After being left high and dry by Julia, Mark’s cock was straining for release, but he knew that he had to play this cool, and make Allison work for it.
“I thought you said my dinner was on the table, Allison. I don’t see anything worth eating.”
She moaned in response. “You know you want it. You can’t resist it. Look.” She straightened her legs and placed her hands on the inside of her thighs, drawing them in towards her pussy before she spread her pussy lips wide open for him, showing him her hole. “All this is here for you, just waiting for you to fill it up.”
Mark ran his hands along Allison’s legs, making her shudder.
“Have you cleaned yourself up?” she asked him. “I don’t want any trace of that slut in the house.”
Mark grinned as he stepped forward between Allison’s legs. Her eyes were closed, and she had a blissful look on her face as she continued playing with herself while he traced his fingertips along her thighs.
He undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor before pushing himself balls deep into Allison’s pussy on his first stroke.
“I didn’t wash at all. She came all over me. Her cum is still on my cock, and now it’s inside you.”
As she moaned with satisfaction, Mark smiled and began taunting her.
“Shit Allison, after what she did to me tonight, why am I even wasting my time with you?” He stopped pumping and stood still, folding his arms across his chest.
“Prove to me that you’re worth it. Get me off, right now.”
Allison looked up at him, perplexed. “What? What do you mean?”
“I mean make me cum. Now. You have five minutes.” Mark looked at his watch and started the timer.
“Are you kidding me?” She asked. She was expecting him to come home and fuck her brains out, not to be made to do all the work.
“4 minutes, 50 seconds. If I don’t cum, then you don’t either.”
She started to back away from him to switch into a position that allowed her greater control, but he stopped her.
“From where you are right now.”
Allison’s eyes grew wide, and she began frantically bouncing her hips up towards him, while grabbing his ass in her hands, pulling him deep inside her. Mark enjoyed watching her breasts bounce wildly around as she pushed herself against him.
Allison’s face was locked in a grimace of concentration as she arched her hips up and down. This position was a difficult one for her, her legs were hanging off the end of the table and her ass was starting to get sore from pushing her hips up and down. Mark just stood there with his closed, his face impassive and his arms folded across his chest.
Allison didn’t know how hard he was working to keep from cumming. Julia had left him high and dry, so he was primed and ready from the time he walked in the door. The mere sight of Allison lying nude on the table had him leaking pre-cum.
The two of them were engaged in a battle of wills, Allison trying her hardest to make him cum, and Mark doing his absolute best to hold back.
Finally, his timer beeped, and Mark opened his eyes. Allison fell flat on the table, exhausted. Her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed from exhaustion. Sweat glistened on her chest, and her breasts heaved up and down in time with her ragged breathing. Mark shook his head in disappointment and looked down at her sadly.
“You couldn’t even make me cum. You had just one thing to do, and you couldn’t do that right.” He shook his head, sighing in resignation. “I don’t know why I waste my time with you, when Julia is so much hotter.”
Allison’s pushed herself up off the table, slapping Mark across the face. He stared at her in shock and disbelief.
“Fuck you, Mark!” She hissed at him, her eyes flashing with anger.
He stared at her for a moment before he wrapped both his hands around her neck, and began jackhammering into her pussy.
Allison shrieked, and then started groaning as Mark tightened his grip. When her face started turning red, he released her throat, and she collapsed back on the table. He placed his hands on the tops of her thighs, and started pulling her into his powerful thrusts. Her round breasts jiggled up and down, and her face had an expression of ecstasy. It wasn’t long before Mark could feel himself on the edge. He wasn’t worried about getting Allison pregnant, her mom had put her on birth control a couple of years earlier to help clear up her complexion, but he wanted something different tonight.
He pulled out of her and started working his hand up and down his shaft. Allison opened her eyes and looked up at him just as his first blast exploded out of his cock and hit her square in the face. Her expression was priceless, and Mark grinned to himself as his next bursts of semen landed on her tits and stomach.
“Clean yourself off, you look disgusting.” He said, and he turned and walked away.
He showered and climbed into bed, thinking about how much longer Julia was going to hold out on him. He figured that the famous “three date rule” wasn’t going to apply with her. As he was drifting off to sleep, he heard Allison’s voice.
“You were mean.”
He looked up to see her standing next to his bed, her arms folded across her chest and staring down at him.
“What?” He said blearily.
“You were mean tonight.” She repeated, and looked away. “I didn’t like it.”
Mark remained silent, unsure of what to say. Allison eventually filled the uncomfortable silence. “What you said hurt my feelings. Don’t do it again.” And she climbed into the bed with him, but stayed as far away from him as she physically could.
Mark was puzzled. She was okay with all the abuse he had given her so far, but something he had said hurt her feelings, and that wasn’t okay? He fell asleep more confused by her behavior than ever.
Mark awoke the next morning with Allison by his side. He rolled over and headed to the bathroom. As he finished emptying his bladder, he looked down to realize that he had a serious case of morning wood. He looked back out to his bed, where Allison was still sleeping. She was wearing a nightie that came down just below her ass, with a pair of panties that accentuated her delectable derriere.
Mark glanced down at his hard on.
Why not? He thought to himself. Their parents would be returning today, he didn’t know when he’d get a chance to fuck Allison again, and Julia was making him jump though hoops to get into her pants. He looked around the bathroom before settling on a jar of Vaseline. Not ideal, but it was the best he had. He scooped some out of the jar and ran it up and down his cock before walking out to the bed. He pulled Allison’s panties down, and pushed some of the Vaseline into her asshole. She stirred a little, and Mark climbed onto the bed behind her, placing the head of his cock at her sphincter.
He pushed forward, and his cockhead, aided by the greasy lubricant, popped right through. He rolled Allison onto her stomach, positioned himself on top of her, and began pumping in and out of her clenching asshole for all he was worth. It didn’t take long for her to awake.
“You sick fuck.” Allison moaned sleepily. “Raping your sister in her ass while she’s sleeping.”
“Step-sister.” Mark corrected. “And you can’t rape the willing.”
He secured her arms behind her head in a half-nelson, and buried his dick deep in her bowels.
“Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!!!” Allison was really getting worked over, and it had her little pussy boiling.
“Even if I hadn’t done this, you’d be climbing on top of me, wouldn’t you Allison?”
She shook her head no, but Mark knew the truth. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back as she shrieked in pain and pleasure.
“Tell the truth Allison, you’d have climbed on top of me, wouldn’t you?”
Allison couldn’t take it and cried out. “Yes! Yes!”
“And why is that Allison? What would make you mount my cock?”
Allison remained silent, and Mark shoved a little deeper on his next stroke, making her cry out.
“Say it, Allison.”
“I’m a whore.” She moaned. Mark grinned to himself and started rolling his hips, planting his dick as deeply into her as he could, making her shriek every time he bottomed out in her ass.
“I’m a whore!! I’m a whore!! I’m a whore!! I’m a whore!!” She cried in time with his thrusts.
Mark enjoyed the feeling of control he had over Allison in this position, but it also limited his movement. He lay flat on Allison’s back, leaned his head next to hers, and concentrated on bouncing his hips up and down off of her ass cheeks. He was only able to pull back a few inches while still maintaining his hold, but he still thrust into her with everything he had.
She shrieked and moaned at the abuse he was dealing out to her tiny asshole, crying and whimpering as he savagely pounded into her.
After several minutes, he released his hold on her arms, placed his hands on either side of her head, and pushed himself up onto his arms. This position gave him a little more leverage, and he took full advantage of it, pulling back until just the head of his cock was still inside her, and then thrusting forward with all his might. After just a few of these strokes, Mark threw his head back and shouted, coating Allison’s colon with his jizz. Allison screamed loud enough to bring the house down around their ears as she felt Mark explode inside her ass. She could never actually feel him cum when he was in her pussy, but when he came in her ass, she could feel everything.
Mark fell over on his side, spent, and Allison curled up in a little ball before pushing herself up out of bed and limping to the doorway. She looked back at him, splayed out and exhausted.
“You could never fuck that whore the way that you fuck me. Don’t you ever say that I’m not hot.” And she walked out of the room.
Mark chuckled to himself and headed for the shower.
The rest of the day, Mark busied himself with cleaning the house, making sure to erase all traces of what he and Allison had been up to. No way was he letting her mom wash their sheets, God only knew what evidence they had left behind.
Allison finally reappeared as the sheets were in the dryer. She sat down gingerly with a thoughtful smile on her face.
“What time will they be back?”
“I’m not sure.” Mark replied. He reached into the freezer for an ice pack and passed it to her.
“Thank you.” She said, as she rolled a hip up and reached under her robe, placing the ice pack onto her abused anus.
She looked at him hopefully. “Do you think that we’ll have time …?”
He looked away. “I don’t want to take that chance.”
Allison had a pout on her face, so Mark sighed to himself and tried to reason with her.
“Allison, I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they found out about the two of us, especially not if they walked in on us. And as loud as you get, I don’t think we’d hear them getting home. Hell, a marching band could go through, and we’d never hear it.”
Allison still wasn’t satisfied, but she at least seemed to accept his answer.
“I’m going to go lay out.” She announced.
“Not in what you wore the other day.” Mark said. “Your mom would have a heart attack if she saw you in that.”
Allison smiled and headed to her room as Mark continued to clean up. After twenty minutes he was back in his room playing video games.
He texted Julia, thanking her for the previous night, making sure to keep his chances with her still alive, even if she was trying to avoid getting physical with him.
Not long after that, his phone rang. Julia.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to say thanks again for dinner.”
“No problem. I was hoping to do it again soon. Maybe In-n-Out next time?” He suggested.
She laughed at that. “Yeah, I could for that. See you at work tomorrow.”
“See ya.” Mark said, and hung up.
So they had managed to avoid the awkward conversation about how their date had ended, that was a good sign. Maybe he had a chance of getting into her pants after all …
His phone beeped with a text from Julia.You still aren’t going to get what you want.
Shit. Oh well, at least Allison was still available.
His phone rang again, this time from their parents. Mark spoke briefly with them, and headed outside.
At least Allison had not worn the child sized bikini from the other day. Instead, she was wearing a pair of Aviator sunglasses, and nothing else. The top half of her lounge was tilted up at a 45 degree angle, allowing her to catch the suns ray’s to maximum affect. It also allowed her breasts to hang at just the right angle to maximize their size. Mark grinned to himself as he walked towards her. As he stood in her sun, she shaded her face and cocked an eye at him.
“Yes?”
“Your mom just called. They’ll be back in an hour.”
He dropped his shorts and straddled her chest.
“Get to sucking.” He said, his cock bobbing directly in front of her face. Allison had given up all pretense of being forced to participate in their sexual encounters; she merely opened her mouth wide and took him in as deep as she could. Mark placed his hands on the top of the lounge and steadied himself while Allison bobbed her head back and forth on his shaft. She placed her hands on his ass and started pulling herself as far as she could onto him. As his cock bounced against the back of her mouth, Allison tried to relax her throat muscles enough to take him in, but she was unable to do it. After several failed attempts, Mark smirked down at her.
“Julia was able to deep throat me on the first try.” He taunted her.
Allison slapped his ass with one of her hands as she pulled her mouth back off of his dick and glared up at him.
“Watch it.” She warned him.
Mark grabbed her face in his hands and forced her mouth open before stuffing his cock back into it and jabbing hard against her throat.
“Who gave you permission to speak, whore? Your mouth is only to be used for sucking my cock.”
He pushed her head back against the lounge, and began insistently pushing his dick as far into her mouth as he could. Allison began gagging, and was afraid that she was about to throw up when suddenly her epiglottis closed, and his dick was down her throat. He kept it there for several seconds, and when Allison started to choke, he pulled back out.
She looked up at him and smiled, then descended back down on his cock, taking him all the way in, her nose pushed into his pubic hair. She repeated this several times while Mark looked down, enjoying the visual it presented him, and it wasn’t long before Allison had him ready to cum. Without warning, he began sending streams of semen down her throat and into her stomach, grunting as Allison moaned. She let his dick slide free of her mouth and looked up at him with a pout.
“I didn’t get to cum.”
“Who cares?” Mark asked rhetorically as he climbed off of her and began pulling his shorts back up.
“MmmaaAAAaaarrrrrrrkk.” She whined at him as he turned to go inside. “You can’t leave me like this.”
He turned back and smirked at her. “Watch me.” And walked back inside.
“Asshole!!” Allison shouted at him as he laughed to himself. He knew he was playing a dangerous game with her, but he was determined to remain in control.
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