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Knowing

Tony awoke in an empty bed. He looked at the sun behind the closed blinds and realized how late it was. A glance at the clock confirmed it. It was twenty after ten in the morning!! Almost 10:30!!
He realized how aroused he was and remembered the last images of his dream, that of standing tall over some faceless woman. She was his slave, and he was her master, and it was his job to break her; to make her do everything she loathed and detested, every dirty perversion that she had been conditioned to fear, so that she would be utterly his.
He shook his head to clear the image, which was causing stirrings down below, then got out of bed and opened the blinds, standing nude in the fresh morning light streaming in through the window. He looked out and saw Mrs. Stanley, their next-door neighbor, staring at him with her mouth slightly agape. He stared straight into her eyes and smiled slightly, letting her look. She was a widow with two daughters a year or two behind him in school. There was no harm in letting her look.
He saw an expression of being lost in rapture on her face, then a look of raw naked lust glinted in her eye. She looked up a little more and locked eyes with him.
“I know who you are.” he said aloud. There was no way she could have heard him through the glass and across all the distance between them, but she got a shocked expression on her face and looked away. She was clearly shaken.
He had first met her a few years ago, while her husband had still been alive, and remembered her a lively, vibrant being, full of freedom and wonder, and then he had watched her close all that down, locking it away inside her after Brad’s accident.
She was on her knees in her flower garden, pulling weeds, and when she finally looked up and saw him still watching, she blushed and went back to pulling her weeds, perhaps a little more fiercely than needed.
He turned away from the window and got clean clothes on, a pair of comfy running shorts and a tie dye, then went down to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee from the pot.
There was a knock at the door, and he opened it to find Mrs. Stanley standing there, looking a little nervous.
“Oh, hi.” he said, friendly.
“Hello.” she said, sounding even more nervous than she looked. “I want to apologize for… looking… at you, a few minutes ago.” she said, shakily. “I had no right…”
“I know who you are.” he said.
“I know you do.” she said. She blushed and looked at the floor, making him wonder what she really meant.
The feeling of mastery from his dream washed over him momentarily, and he decided to take a chance.
“You’re Mrs. Stanley… your name is Leah, isn’t it?” he said, matter of factly.
“Yes.” she answered, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m not really Mrs. Stanley anymore, not since Brad…”
“I will call you Leah.” he said softly. “May I do that?”
“Yes, I would like that, Tony.” she told him, saying his name for the first time. She liked saying it, he noted.
“Leah, what did you see?” he asked her. She blushed furiously, looking down at the floor. “Come with me. “
He took her arm and led her into the kitchen, sitting her down at the table. “Look at me, Leah, and tell me, what did you see?”
He was leaning against the table right next to her, arms folded across his chest, and she had to look up to see his eyes. His crotch was less than two feet from her face, and right on the same level. She squirmed a little uncomfortably, but he held her gaze and repeated his question. “What did you see?”
“I… I saw your…” she faltered.
“Say it!” he insisted. “Tell me what you saw.”
“I saw your penis!” she blurted out, blushing deeply, but still he kept his eyes locked on hers.
“That wasn’t the word you thought of when you saw it, though, is it, Leah? What word was in your mind?”
“Cock.” she whispered. “I was looking at your cock, and I couldn’t look away.”
“Very good, Leah. Thank you for telling me the truth.” he said, releasing her with his eyes. She looked at the floor between them, nearly in tears.
“I want you to tell me the truth again, Leah.” he told her. She nodded, her head still down. “Why couldn’t you look away?”
“I… It was hard… It made me feel…”
“It made you fall horny, didn’t it, Leah? It made you all gooey inside, didn’t it, Leah?”
“Yes.” she whispered.
“I know who you really are, Leah.” he said. “I know who you really are inside. You look like a good girl, you act like a good girl, but inside, you’re not really a… bad girl, are you? Not really bad, just naughty, just a little… dirty. A little slutty. Am I right?”
“I’m sorry.” she whispered. “I don’t want to be a slut, hontely, I don’t. I just couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry about that with me.” he told her. “I like that about you. It’s what makes you a real person. You feel that way, too, don’t you? Like she’s the real you, not this… this lady… that everyone sees on the outside.”
“Yes.” she said, and a tear crept down her cheek. I… I have to pretend all the time. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t come over here to apologize, did you Leah? The nice lady next door rang the bell for you, and said those things for you, but you were secretly thinking something else, weren’t you?”
“Oh God… I … yes.” she admitted. “When you said you knew me, I… I had to come over. I knew it was no use hiding from you.”
“I can help you let her out, Leah. The real you. The one you’ve been dying inside for all these years. Let’s set her free. I bet she’s the most beautiful creature in the world. Will you let me meet her?”
She was crying now, and he bent and hugged her. She threw her arms around him gratefully, sobbing into his shoulder. Eventually, he moved her back until he was looking straight into her eyes again.
“You want to be ruled sexually, to give over all control, to do every dirty thing you have never heard of yet. You want all the dirty words, all the slutty words, too, like tits and ass, cock and cunt; you want it in your pussy, in your mouth, and as deep in your ass as it will go. You want to be tied up and used, to be raped, don’t you?”
“There’s more.” he said. “You also want to be spanked for thinking these things, too, punished for your naughtiness.” he told her. “Isn’t that right? I know who you really are, and I‘m going to set you free, Leah.”
“Oh my God.” she whispered. “How can you know…” He put a finger to her lips and stood up.
“Now is not the time for talking, Leah.” he said, then he lifted her chin with one finger and took her head in both hands, pointing her face right at his groin, then crossed his arms.
“Take it out, Leah, take my cock out of my shorts.” he commanded. Slowly, she lifted her hands to his waistband, looking dazed, as if she were in a dream-state, and pulled his shorts down.
His cock hung down in front of her at about a 45* angle, twitching slightly.
“Take it in your mouth, Leah.” he said hoarsely. She looked up at him, a little fearfully.
“I’ve never done that.” she whispered. “Do I have to?”
“Take it in your mouth, Leah!” he said more strongly, making it an order. “Keep looking at me while you do it, too. Be a slut, let yourself be the slut you know you really are.”
He moved his hips and placed the head of his dick at her lips, so she obediently opened her mouth and let him in. Her mind reeled with what she was doing. She wanted to stop; she knew she should stop, but she couldn’t, now that she had begun.
“Suck it.” he commanded. “Suck it all in your mouth, move your head back and forth on it, and don’t stop until I tell you to.” He entwined his fingers into her thick black tresses, massaging her scalp.
She nodded slightly, using the motion to pull more of him into her mouth, letting him sink the whole thing inside. He was still slightly flaccid, but the heat and moisture of her mouth, not to mention the sucking action, stimulated the flow of blood into his member rapidly and his full nine inches expanded right into her throat. Panic rose in her heart, but he held her head firmly, totally in control.
“Breathe through your nose.” he told her, holding her head tightly against him now, not letting her go with his eyes. He saw the panic in them subside as she moved air in and out. He felt her swallow the load of saliva past his cockhead, the muscles of her throat constricting around him.
“Oh, God yeah.” he sighed, allowing her to slide her mouth off him and folded his arms once more. “That’s a good slut. You suck cock like a natural. This is who you really are, isn’t it, Leah?”
She looked back down at the floor, but he put one hand back on her head and made her look up at him. “Breathe, Leah, catch your breath, and then take me into your mouth again. Not all the way, this time, though, I want to lick it and use your hands and play with it.”
She nodded, swallowing several times and panting a little. “Tony, I- I feel so dirty. Using my mouth on you… its… I feel like a thing you are using, and even though I know its wrong, it feels so right at the same time. Like I’m supposed to be a dirty sex slut, but I can’t do it myself. I need you to help me.
“I want you to use me, to do all the sex things, I need to be dirty and a whore and the only way to do that is to give myself to you. Tie me up and take me against my will. I have all these barriers inside me that need to be broken down, walls that hold me in. I need you to help me break them so I can be free.”
“Don’t speak anymore, Leah, now is not the time for talking yet. That will come after.” he explained. “Now is the time for feeling.”
She started to speak, but he put his finger to her lips. “Trust me.” he said. She nodded, then licked her lips and took his cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth.
“Play with it, you said?“ she thought to herself. “I can do that. I’ve always wanted to do that.” She felt something break inside her, chains, and she felt free, her soul soaring out and expanding.
She swirled her tongue over the head, sliding her fist up and down in her firm grasp. She moved her face closer, sucking a little harder now, and went down to about halfway on his shaft, then opened her mouth and licked her tongue up the underside all the way, teasing the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue, smiling at him with her eyes.
“Like this?” she smiled, licking the head like a lollypop.
“Holy shit, I thought you said you never did this before?” he gasped. He was close to coming from her hand moving on him alone.
“Well, I haven’t.” she said. “You told me to have fun with it, so that’s what I’m doing. Am I doing it wrong? I can stop if you want me to.”
“No, God, don’t stop. Make me come and swallow it all, Leah. Suck my come little a dirty little slut.”
“Yes master.” she said, then took it in her mouth again, licking and sucking and bobbing her head. She could feel it start pulsing in her hand first, then he was flooding her mouth with hot sticky fluid, musky and salty.
His hands were in her hair, preventing her from pulling away.
“Swallow it!” he gasped, so she obeyed, gulping down the mouthfuls as they spurted out. There was more than she could handle at once, and it dripped out the corners of her mouth onto her blouse.
When he was done, he let her go and smiled down at her. She swallowed thickly and returned it weakly.
“Thank you.” she said. “I needed that.
“So did I.” he said. “Are you ready to finish your training?”
“My training?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
“Leah, you don’t think one blowjob is enough, do you? I don’t. I need all of you.”
“All of me?” she whispered. “What do you mean?”
“Leah, you feel free right now, after what I made you do, don’t you?” he asked her. “Look, my come has stained your blouse, and if you leave right now, you’ll go back into hiding, and when you look at this blouse in your closet, you’ll remember this feeling and live the rest of your life wondering.”
“That’s not what you want.” he said. “I know that’s not what you need. You need to be free forever; to never hide who you truly are again. You need to set yourself free, Leah. Come upstairs with me and be mine forever.”
“Oh, Tony, I can’t!” she cried. “I have daughters and my job and responsibilities!”
“Tomorrow, you have those things.” he said, “Today, right now, in this moment, you belong to me, and I’m not done with you yet.”
He pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, then headed for his room. She got up and followed him.
Outside his door, he turned to face her. He looked straight into her eyes once more. “Take your clothes off out here, Leah. All females who enter my room do so naked, no exception. It keeps my sister out of here. Enter of your own free will.”
“I…” He stopped her with a finger on her lips again.
“No, Leah, this is still not the time for talking. This is the time for feeling. If you do not enter my room naked right now, there never will be a time for talking. You can go home forever right now.” he said, taking a gamble. “But I know who you really are. Come into my room and let her free, Leah, she really wants to be in there. I know she does.”
She hesitated a long moment, all her emotions right there in her eyes for him to read. Fear, horniness, submission, fear, wanton sluttiness, wanting to give away all control, wanting love, wanting sex, and fear. She dropped her eyes and he knew he had won as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Naked, Leah.” he whispered. “Take all your clothes off and go lay on my bed. I’ll be waiting inside.” He stepped into the room, moving out of sight as he went to the side.
A moment later, she entered, completely nude. He admired her petite form, noting her tight, trim ass above legs that were shapely and long for her body.
“Lay down sideways on my bed, Leah, on your back and leave your feet on the floor.” he instructed. She turned to face him and he got his first look at her bare breasts. They were firm, and just the right size for her small frame. She had dark chocolate nipples on puffed up brown areolae.
She sat on the bed, then lay back as he moved toward her. She looked up at him wordlessly as he stood above her.
“Oh, my lovely Leah.” he breathed. He touched his fingers to the inside of her knees. “Open.” he said, then stepped inside her legs, touching behind her knees only, moving her legs open wide and back, exposing her fully before him.
His fully hard cock moved forward, almost of its own volition, and he rubbed the tip of it up and down her labia, mashing it firmly into her clit, then slid it lower and let her feel it at the entrance to her body. She moaned out loud, tossing her head from side to side as it moved back up, teasing her.
“Please, I need it.” she whimpered. “I’m ready, please, I need it.”
“What do you need, Leah?” he asked her, teasing her. “Say it in words, Leah. Use the dirty words. Talk dirty to me, Leah. Beg.”
“Oh, God, please don’t make me say it. I’m so ashamed right now. I just need it so bad, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe I’m doing this; it doesn’t seem real right now. Please just put it inside me; help me!!”
“Use the dirty words, Leah. I want to hear you say it nasty, like the little slut you really are. Dirty little cum-slut, filthy whore, talk dirty to me, I know you know how!!” he said strongly to her, still rubbing his cock over the outside of her pussy. “Say it!”
“Unngh, oh God, fuck me, Tony, put your big fucking cock in my slutty little pussy and, and fuck me as hard as you can! Make me come all over your cock, make me come with your cock!”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Leah, I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you really are. MY slut. You’re MY little slut, aren’t you, Leah? You knew this was gonna happen the moment you laid eyes on me through my window, didn’t you? You hoped this would happen, I could see the wish of it in your eyes as I looked into your soul.”
“Tell me you’re my little cumslut, my whore, my sex-slave. Tell me all about how nasty you are; tell me every dirty thought in your mind. Tell me, and I’ll give you this.” With is last word, he moved his cock to her opening and pushed it inside a little, letting her feel herself stretching open just the slightest before pulling back and rubbing the length of it up and down her slit again.
She moaned again, louder, then started babbling. “Oh, God, put it in me!” she begged. “I’m your slut, your dirty little whore, fuck your slave, I’m your slave, fuck me anytime, anywhere! Put that big cock inside me and make me yours forever! Fuck your little cumslut slave!!” she told begged, pleading with her eyes.
“What will you give me?” he taunted, letting her feel him at her opening another moment. “Will you give me your heart? Will you give me your trust? Will you give me your love?”
“Yes!” se begged, “Fuck me! Put that cock in me and fuck me!!”
“Will you give me your body?” he asked. “Will you give me control?”
“Yes, God, anything, I’ll do anything you say!! Anything!! Just fuck me!!!”
“Will you give me your mouth, whenever I want it? Will you give me your pussy whenever I want it? Will you give me your asshole the same way?”
“Oh, God, anything you ask. Anything. Please? I swear, if you order me to do something, I will. I promise. Just please fuck me.”
“I accept your promises, and give you one of my own. I’m going to test every limit you have, Leah, I’m going to explore every inch of your submissiveness to me; I promise I’m going to make you love doing things you never dreamed of, Leah. I promise you this.” With that, he pushed his whole cock into her pussy, feeling the heated wetness of her envelop him like a velvet glove.
She felt him slowly penetrating her, filling the emptiness inside her with hit, throbbing passion, and his words set her heart on fire.
“At last.” she thought. “Somebody finally understands!!” She felt him bottom out inside her, filling her completely. She could feel him pressing against her cervix. She looked into his eyes and transferred her whole being into him, and felt him claim her, taking her, possessing her. She felt tears welling up inside her as emotion swept her away.
“I claim you as mine, Leah. With my cock inside your body, and my entire mind, I claim you as mine, now and forever.” he said, steadfastly looking into her eyes. “You belong to me, and you are under my protection. You will always be faithful to me and me alone, and all that is yours is now mine as well. I take you as my slut, as my whore, as my slave. I take you as my wife; I take you as my wife, I take you as my wife.”
As he spoke, he was stroking his cock in and out of her, still holding her knees back and apart, using every inch of his cock in her, sliding it in and out, staring into her wide-open eyes and watching his words fill her with emotion. He saw the love and trust and devotion as she looked steadfastly back at him.
“Tell me what you are.” he said, after a long moment. “Tell me.”
“I’m your slave.” she said breathlessly. “I’m your whore. I’m your slut. I’m your little cumslut, and you can do whatever you please with me. I’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere.” she said. “I’ll suck your cock anytime you want. You can fuck my asshole anytime you want, too. I’ll let you photograph me if you want. I’m your dirty little whore, and you can use me anywhere, anytime. Forever.”
“Oh, Leah!” he shouted, and drove inside her as hard and deep as he could and came inside her. His cock spurted out one huge gush of hot jizz, then three more smaller ones, then his stiff body relaxed and he slumped down on top of her, letting her take his whole weight.
They lay together a long moment, cherishing each other. She loved the feel of his cock inside her, slowly softening and getting pushed out by her natural tightness. She wanted this moment to last forever, but the ringing of his cell phone on his bed table brought it to a crashing halt.
“Oh, God, what have I done?” she sobbed as he sat up and grabbed it, flipping it open. “Tony…” A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through her mind all at the same time.
“Hey howdy.” he said into it, not looking at her. “Oh, hey Dad, what’s up?” He listened for a moment. “Okay, that explains why you didn’t come home last night. How long are you going to be there?” He listened a long moment again, then laughed wryly.. “I see. Well, have a good time, and see you on Tuesday, then.” Another listen. “Yeah, I’ll do that, I’ll make sure of it. It’s okay, Dad, I’m a man, now, I’ll take care of her. I promise.” He flipped it shut and tossed it back on the table.
“That was your father?” she asked.
“Yeah, he’s going to be in Hawaii for the weekend, lucky bastard. He left on the red-eye last night. Some sales thing at his work.” he told her. “He said I can use the emergency credit card in his desk to get anything Kim and I need, food-wise.”
“How old are you?’ she asked him. “How old is your sister? That’s a lot of responsibility to dump on a kid at the last minute.”
“I’m seventeen.” he told her. “Kim is fifteen. My Dad trusts me. He knows I won’t let him down.”
He looked at her steadily. “The same way you can trust, me, Leah. I won’t let you down, either. I promise.”
“I do trust you, Tony.” she said. “I trust you completely. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here like this.” She indicated her naked body, blushing slightly.
“Tell me what you are, Leah. Tell me what you without the sexual frenzy making you do it. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your little cumslut.” she said sitting up. “I’m your little whore; I’m your cockslut slave, and I promise everything I have is yours, Master.” As she finished speaking, she was on her knees in front of him, her hands clasped together between her breasts.
“Everything you have is mine.” he said, and she repeated it.
“Everything I have is yours, Master.”
“Prove it.” he told her. “Come over here and get me hard with your mouth, then lay down on my bed with your ass high in the air, and beg me to fuck you there.”
“Oh, yes, Master, tell your little slut what to do, and I’ll do it.” Smiling, she crawled over to him, then pulled herself up and took him between her lips. Once again, she took his whole flaccid member into her mouth and allowed it to grow down her throat, then she pulled back off it and moved to the bed.
She lay down on her stomach and lifted her hips with her legs spread wide. “Come fuck my ass, Master. Take this little whore in her asshole and shove your whole huge cock inside me. It’s your asshole; I give it to you freely, Master. Use me for your pleasure!!!”
“You got, slave.” he replied, getting on the bed behind her. He put his hands on her hips, nudging her legs further apart with his knees, and tilted her ass up to just the right angle. “Just like that, baby, don’t move until I tell you to!!”
He pulled her onto him, sliding his cock into the tightest orifice it had ever entered.
“Ohh, God, oh shit!!” she cried out. “Master, it hurts so good!!”
“Remember this feeling, Leah, remember exactly how you feel right now. I’m using your body for my pleasure, Leah, I’m taking you in the most selfish way possible, slut. I’m fucking your asshole, you dirty little cumslut; I’m taking your ass with my big cock.” he told her. She grunted under him as he thrust deep into her, over and over again.
“Oh, oh, God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” he cried out, then removed his cock from her ass and slid it balls deep into her pussy.
She felt his cock sliding fully inside her, and this time, it didn’t just nudge her cervix, it pushed right into it and spread it wide, just as his cock spewed forth the first jet of goo inside her. He pulled it nearly all the way out, held it a moment and let the next blast spurt all along the inside of her cunt as he pushed inside once more, lubricating her with his semen. He stroked it slowly to a stop as his orgasm ended.
“Oh, Leah, that was…” he whispered in her ear, laying over her back and holding her in his arms. “That was it.”
“That was what, Master?’ she asked, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes.
“That was enough. I just made you pregnant. Can’t you feel it? I can.” he said.
“Pregnant?” she asked, touching her belly. “You just fucked a baby into me?”
“I sure did.” he said proudly. “I’m going to cook you breakfast to celebrate, too.”
“Pregnant?” she said again, doubtfully. “Are you sure?”
“I felt it. Didn’t you?” he asked, getting up. He went to his drawers and pulled out another pair of shorts, then drew them on. “Come on back down to the kitchen.” he said. “Would you like some eggs? That seems like an appropriate thing to eat right now.”
“I’m not really hungry.” she said, faintly. “I’m going to go home for a little while, okay?” She stood up, one hand still on her belly and an uneasy expression on her face. “I need to lay down and think.”
“Sure thing, Leah. I’ll be over in a little while, after I eat, and we can continue this journey we’ve started together in your room.” he told her.
“In my room?” she said, doubtfully.
“Sure. Everything you have is mine, right? Slave?” he said, sharply. “Or didn’t you mean that when you said it? Because I certainly meant every word of my promise when I said that I was going to push all your boundaries, Leah.
“No, I… I’ll see you in a little while, then, Tony. The door will be unlocked. Just come up to my room. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
He waited until she was at the door, then called her name, stopping her.
“Tell me what you are, Leah.” he commanded.
“I’m your dirty little cumslut slave, Master.” she said, then smiled and blew him a kiss. “I feel so free; I can’t believe this!”
* * *
After a quick breakfast of eggs and coffee, he left the house and crossed the lawn. The front door was unlocked, as promised, and as he entered, he surprised the two teenage girls watching TV in the front room.
“Hello.” said one of them, looking a little startled that a stranger had just walked right in without knocking.
“Well, hello yourself.” he replied, smiling. “I guess your Mom didn’t tell you about me. That’s understandable, I guess.
“Who are you?” asked the other one. “Wait, I know you. You’re Tony from next door, right?”
“Correct.” he answered. “I know your names are Tia and Mia, but I don’t know which name goes with which person.”
“I’m Tia.” said the first girl, standing up and holding out her hand to shake. He took it and kissed the back of it, instead.
“An honor.” he said softly, letting it go. The other girl stayed seated on the sofa, so he came over to her.
“And that makes you Mia.” he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it as well.
“It does.” she agreed, letting her hand be kissed.
“Well, Mia, Tia, if you’ll excuse me, I believe your mother is expecting me upstairs in her room.” he said, moving towards the stairs.
“Wait a minute, you’re going up to her room?” Tia interrupted, catching his arm as he passed her. “Does she even know you’re coming?”
“I’m not coming yet, Tia, but if you’ll be so kind as to let me go, I’m sure I will be soon.” he joked, tugging his arm free.
“What does that mean?” Mia asked, getting up to follow him. Both girls were right behind him as he climbed the stairs.
“Which is your mother’s room?” he asked, seeing three closed doors on the second floor. There was also a small bathroom up there, but that door was open.
“That one.” Tia said, pointing at the far end of the hallway. “Why? You can’t go in there… Wait!!”
Both girls watched in astonishment as he went down the hall and let himself in, and, after a small wry smile over his shoulder at them, closed the door behind him.
“Holy moly, what do you think he’s doing in there?” Mia asked her sister, clutching her arm.
“Let’s go listen at the door.” Tia answered, going quietly down the hall. Both girls huddled together outside the door and tried to hear the muffled voices coming from within.
* * *
“Hello, Leah, your Master is here. I think you should get on your knees and welcome me home with your mouth.” he said. She was curled up on her bed, wearing a bathrobe and facing away from him. She turned her head and looked at him, bleary eyed from crying.
“Do it right now, slave!!” he ordered.
“Tony…” she whispered.
“Are you my slave or not?” he demanded. “You’re upset because I put a baby in your belly, right? You think you can just forget everything that happened between us this morning because of that?”
“But Tony…” she tried again. He would have none of it.
“But nothing. Did you or did you not give yourself to me? Forever?” he said. “I know who you are, Leah, and deep down, this is what you really wanted. A son. And now you have him.”
She touched her belly again, a look of wonder on her face. “How can you know…” She looked right into his eyes. “How can you know all these things? Things about me, what I’ve always really wanted, who I really am, how can you know?” She started to cry again. “How can you know I’m pregnant with your son?”
“I can feel it inside me, and I know things.” he said simply. “I’ve had it all my life. I feel it a lot more strongly with you, though. The strongest it’s ever been with anyone.” He looked at her sharply.
“Dammit, now is not the time for talking! Get on your knees in front of me, and welcome me here with your mouth, little slave slut cunt!” he ordered, and she moved slowly to obey.
“NOW!” he demanded. “Or do I need to give you a spanking to more firmly establish my rightful place over you?”
“No, master, please don’t spank me. I promise I’ll be good from now on.” she said, moving with better speed at his threat. She got into position and opened his fly, reached her right hand in and pulled him out, then captured his cock with her mouth. He let her suck it a short moment, then withdrew it from her lips.
“Very good, slave. Tell me again who you are.” he told her. “Sit up straight, hands behind your back, tits thrust out, and eyes forward. Tell me who you are!!”
“I’m your slutty little cumwhore, Master.” she said.
“Louder!” he ordered. “Tell me who you are!!”
“I’m your fuck-slut whore; your slave, Master!” she cried out.
“What did you give me, slave?” he demanded.
“I gave you my ass, my pussy, and my mouth, Master. Everything I have belongs to you now. You even took my womb, if what you say is true, Master. Everything I have is yours, Master.”
“Oh, it’s true, slave slut.” he said. “When can I fuck you?”
“Anytime, any hole, anywhere, Master.” she told him.
“Louder, bitch!!” he demanded again.
“Anytime, any hole, any where you want me, Master. I’m your fuck toy, your slutty little whore. You can fuck me whenever you want, anywhere you want, in any hole you want. I promise I’ll never tell you no.” she cried out loudly.
“Very good, my little cumslut. You may return to the bed, where you will lay face down, legs wide open, and await my return. I need a shower and to relieve myself.”
She obeyed him, getting into the position he’d ordered her into. She heard him leave the room and her mind whirled, reeling with the things alive inside her.

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A Day in the Life

Been a while since I posted anything. To those of you who have read my others stories I took a bit of a break from Sirus, and began telling the story of his sister Colleen. Let me know what you think in the comments below.

My First Time… With a Girl

WARNING! This is a true story please keep that in mind when commenting.
My First Time… With A Girl
I was 17 when I first had sex with a girl. Not just any girl, one of my best friends in the world. I had known a few years before that I was bi sexual. Seeing both women and men and having them both turn me on was a confusing place to be. I was confused because I had heard of Bi curious girls and this was not the same. It insulted me to hear people call bisexuals indescisive. No I knew from the age of 15 that I liked girls too, however I never once told a soul.
It had just turned to the year 2008. My friend Cassie had graduated the year previously from the same high school as me but was back for the Christmas break to visit. Her father wasnt in the country and her and I had the apartment to ourselves. We had been drinking, heavily. I being a very light weight was much more drunk then her.
Cassie is african american with long black hair, 5″6, brown eyes. She has really small breasts perky breasts, an A cup. We were joking around making some phone calls. We were in the hallway when she pushed me against the wall. She looked me over biting her bottom lip.
“Can I feel them?” she asked speaking about my breasts. It had always been a joke amongst my friends, that my DD breasts were big. I laughed drunk.
” Sure.” I said giggling. She grabbed them and rubbed them squeezing too.
” My god they are so big, can you give me half.” We both laughed, she didnt move her hands. She leaned her face up to mine and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I sobered up quite a bit then feeling nervous, my heart beating hard in my chest.
Cassie then whispered to me, come on. She reached down and grabbed my hand pulling me along with her. Toward the guest bedroom down the hall. My heart was beating hard. Although I knew I was turned on, this was my friend, one of my best friends. My mind was racing worrying about the morning after about everything. When we got into the room she went to kiss me again, her tongue tasted so good in my mouth and I sucked on it gently. She then took me and pushed me onto the bed, crawling up my body she straddled me. I was laughing and went to sit up, she pushed me back down.
” I think I need another drink.” She didnt let me go. ” Seriously if I’m going to do this I need more to drink cause I dont want to remember.” She let me go this time.
” Yeah you’re probably right.” She said
I walked to the living room to her fathers bar alone. Cassie was in the room, down the hall. I took several deep breaths and my head was going insane with what ifs and what next. Cassandra I knew was drunk, and so was I what to do….. I took a shot of whiskey. I had lost count of how many drinks I had had by then. And resolved to sit there on my own, not risk ruining our friendship. However…
Cassie entered the room laughing.
” What is taking you so long, come here.” Cassie grabbed me and kissed me then pulled me back to the room again. I laughed casually but was still nervous.
We were back in the room and I stood there laughing, another shot of some kind of alcohol in my hand, i took. I stood there giggling as she began to undress me. She pulled my shirt off, fast and threw it to the side. Then once again she pushed me onto the bed. I was flat on my back and she got up and straddled me again kissing me, slipping her tongue into my mouth and moaning, her long black hair brushing against my cheek.
She moved down and undressed me. Taking off my bra, slowly unfastening and pulling down my jeans and panties. She was still fully dressed and I was naked, her hands feeling me all over. I was moaning, my heart racing.
“I want to make you cum.” She said looking up at me from my mound, grinning almost evily.
I looked down at her and her smirk, she crawled up my body to suck once on my already hard nipple, then proceeded to move back down. Sticking out her tongue she took one long lick from the bottom of my pussy to the top. I moaned loudly and she was happy. She started licking faster, taking out her fingers and pinching my clit a little before moving her tongue on it and sucking it hard. She was ravenous and seemed determined in her mission to make me cum. She ate me out for a few minutes before she decided she wanted to do more. I gasped as she stretched a finger into my wet pussy. She licked my clit as she began to finger fuck me. I was in shock, enjoying it so badly yet feeling so dirty. My hands were gripping tightly on the bed sheets. I was moaning loudly, and was caught off guard when she shoved another two fingers into my very tight pussy. It hurt, but also felt good. I had only had sex once before so I tried to contain my screams as she fucked me with three fingers. Every once and a while she would say my name, and tell me how much she wanted me to cum. Her one hand in my pussy, the other grabbing my breasts and her tongue licking me furiously and sucking on my clit, I was panting and came hard.
Cassie licked up all of my juices and then crawled up my naked body. Looking down at me she said.
“My turn dont you think?” I nodded.
Sitting up I pulled her face into mine and kissed her. Tasting my own cum on her lips. I took off her shirt, she was braless and she took off her pants as we kissed. She laid down on the bed and I bent over her sucking on her nipples. Feeling her perky breast in on hand I sucked hard on the other. Feeling like a professional despite it was my first time doing any of this. I bit on her nipple gently, which she seemed to like as she asked me to do it again. I obeyed. I continued there for a while enjoying her small tits and grinding against her. She told me she wanted to cum and told me to lick her cunt. I obeyed again crawling down her body, My breasts rubbing against her on my way down. Getting there I was so curious, and afraid, not knowing if I would like the taste, or if I would do it right. But my heart was pounding and I wasnt going to stop now. She grabbed her own breasts pinching her nipples, as I slowly licked her clit. She began moaning loudly, saying my name repeatadly, which i LOVED. I began to lick her more and faster. Pausing only to suck on her clit, remembering her liking me biting I bit down on her clit gently and she went wild. She screamed *FUCK YES* and reached a hand down that played with my hair and would push me back in her lips if I paused to breathe. I wanted to fully recipricate and knowing she had had sex several times before I shoved to fingers in her pussy fucking her slowly with my hand. It didnt take long of stroking her, finding her G-spot that she was cumming all over my hand. I reached up with my hand feeling victorious and liberated. I held the cum stained hand up to her, and she slowly licked each finger. I Lay myself against her…. feeling amazing.
” If I were a lesbian you would so be my girlfriend.” she said to me. I deflated then knowing that this would happen… bi curious… oh well.
…… where are you going? The story isnt over yet! Oh no this is where the night goes fucking insane!
No sooner then she said that but her phone rang. It was Amir, a guy that she had been fucking all week and we had been drunk calling, joking about if he wanted to come over, or if he wanted to fuck me. She answered the phone.
” Hello… You’re on your way?… me and —– have been bad….. mhm we are so drunk…. come here and find out….. you want to fuck —–?…. Alright see you soon.” She hung up the phone. And the nerves had come back as I sobered up a little more.
I stayed light hearted and laughed, trying to hide my stress from her as I got dressed. She asked me why bother getting dressed. I lied and told her the best part was having someone take it off. She laughed and agreed putting her clothes back on too. We waited in the living room making out on and off between drinks she kept pouring me. I knew at that moment she was completely using me… Then the doorbell rang.
Amir entered completely sober, although a little high from smoking pot which stained his clothes with a smell I didnt particularily enjoy. Amir was the same height as Cassie and was a little muscular. He came into the living room where I was on the couch. Cassie immediately starts kissing him, he seems embarressed by the fact I am there. I am re drunk now and we both spill the beans to him that we had sex together before he came (no pun intended). He laughed and made a joke about being drunk. He sat at the other end from me of a long U-shaped couch. Cassie came and sat next to me. I was feeling a bit shy and nervous but Cassie was horny as hell and it was written on her face. She pulled my face to hers and started making out with me. Although we had an audience I could help but kiss her back. We made out for a while before I noticed from my peripherals Amir was rubbing himself from outside his jeans.
Cassie broke the kiss and went to the bar to get herself even MORE alcohol. I sat there across from Amir my eyes darting from his back to my lap. Cassie called out from the bar “Isnt —– hot Amir?”. My mouth dropped open at her statement knowing that my best friend had been replaced tonight by a horny 19 year old girl. ” She is indeed.” He said, and then he stood up and walked next to me sitting down. My immediate thought is this was not what I bargained for. Cassie was at the bar, I wasnt looking at him. He brushed my hair away from my neck and kissed my neck. I shivered a little. He then turned my head so that I was facing him and kissed me on the lips. I was somehow unable to say no, he started making out with me his tongue in my mouth as his hand reached up and fondled my breasts, grabbing hard. “You have huge breasts he said” all I could say was “I know”.
Not making out like that for too long Cassie plunked back down on the couch next me. She pulled my face to hers and started makng out with me. Amir still fondling my breasts. Cassie kissing me felt way more comfortable was nicer. I wasnt nervous or scared when she was kissing me. I didnt notice when Amir had gotten up standing in front of us when I opened my eyes there was his erect cock. Thats when I got even more nervous, still hiding it from them of course. Cassie laughed “Oh look a cock she said.” Then she went to him and starting sucking him off. I sat back on the couch and watched but it was less then a minute before he said ” I want you to suck it” I looked up at him. Then I looked at Cassie who said “awww shes shy, common —— suck it.” She then took my hand putting on his dick, I was looking away. “Here.” he said and pulling my face forward he ran his cock across my lips. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and took him in, sucking only a little moving up and down him. He was reaching down grabbing my breasts pinching my nipples hard while Cassie was kissing my neck.
I pulled off him and sat on the other side of the couch, not liking where this was headed. Cassie said ” It’s okay you can watch.” Amir seemed disappointed that I wasnt going to part take, but went back to Cassandra as she started to blow him. I watched a little but mostly looked away. It wasnt long before I left, maybe five minutes. They were too busy to notice.
I was very drunk and finding it hard to walk when I went to the street to hail a taxi at 3:00 am. Glad I had managed to escape the situation. I made it home eventually after walking halfway a taxi picked me up. Opening the door to my apartment I was quiet as to not wake my parents. I collapsed on a heap in my own bed and didnt wake up until the evening.
That’s the story folks, the story of the best/worst night of my life. Although I have spoken to Cassie, I never saw her again after that night. She jokes about the night and about how drunk we were. Its not a joke to me. It was the first time I had sex with a woman, great sex that I loved with a person I love.

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That Special Summer

That Special Summer
In May of 1988, I was a confused seventeen-year-old senior in high school. Confused primarily with my goals and desires for a future, and also dismayed by the breakdown of my love life. Mostly out of the desire to not be single, I had kept a girlfriend throughout high school, but there was little more than basic puppy love involved. My relationship with Sandy was no more than a thing of convenience, and our young sex life was dismal at best. I had had a few minor sexual encounters with other girls at parties, but they comprised little more than drunken groping and barely satisfying penetration. Yet these had been better than the long make-out sessions with Sandy that were doomed to hand jobs and mutual masturbation. She was intent on making me commit before she turned loose.
After several months of this, and also recognizing that we weren’t meant for each other, I decided it was time we both moved on. It was a gloriously mediocre break-up. A few tears, a good-bye kiss, a few beers with my friends, and whatever pain I had expected to feel was wiped away. I felt relieved and free, but also disappointed at the prospect of being alone. To make matters worse, I had dropped the bomb only two weeks before the senior prom. Where was I going to get a decent prom date in only two weeks? I began watching the halls and calling in advice from a few plutonic girlfriends.
“What about Betsy?” asked Christin?
I had never even considered Betsy before. She was a fifteen-year-old sophomore who had never captured my attention for more than a quick glance. She didn’t match my criteria for a serious date because she was very country, and country wasn’t cool for me. She dressed very plainly, talked very little, and when she did speak, her southern drawl was so pronounced that it didn’t sound natural. Betsy had been dating other guys since she was thirteen, and it was rumored that she was planning on getting engaged to a guy who graduated the year before and joined the Navy. I couldn’t be ultra choosy as time was running out, and it was only a prom after all. So I walked up and asked her to go.
Amazingly, she accepted on the spot and told me she would be wearing a red dress.
Two weeks later I stepped out of the front door in my rented tux and drove over to her place in my mother’s new Thunderbird. Although I didn’t listen to country music, my mother did, so I figured I would have something to Betsy’s liking in the cassette player. When I pulled up to her home, I was a bit nervous. Her father was a large and bombastic man who had a reputation for whipping ass in his younger days. He met me at the door and gave me a gruff handshake.
“C’mon down girl”, he shouted, “This boy here looks mighty nice!”
When she descended the stairs I was a little taken aback. I had never seen her dressed up before, and the dress fit her contours, showing that she was indeed well built. She smiled demurely as I gave her the corsage. We smiled happily for her parents’ camera, and asked to be excused.
Without provocation her father blurted out, “I bet this boy can make you forget about that Steve character.”
Betsy was clearly miffed at this and huffed as we went to the car. I had never thought about the fact that her parents didn’t want her seeing Steve anymore, and felt she was too young to be that serious. This was only a prom date after all.
After the initial formalities of picture taking and smiling for the parents at lead out, we took our place at a table. We made small talk, but I was thinking about the prom party after I took her home at 11:00 pm. Soon the DJ spun a slow song, and we walked out onto the floor for a dance.
As soon as we started to dance, I held her close, and she didn’t back away. Instead she laid her head on my shoulder and rocked gently to and fro. The song was very romantic, and I was caught up in the mood, so I turned my head in to see if I could warrant a kiss. She immediately returned the kiss with more passion than I had ever known. She probed my mouth with her tongue and began undulating her hips against my leg. I was sure we were garnering attention from others who knew we weren’t actually dating, but I didn’t care. I could feel my cock welling up, and I was afraid it was going to be noticeable.
Through two more slow songs, the intense petting kept up, and I could tell she was getting hot as well. Without delay I spoke up, “Do you want to get out of here and take a ride?”
Her eyes glistened as she said, “Let’s go!”
No one could have missed the fact that we were leaving the dance at only 8:30 pm. I winked at a couple of friends as we headed out to the car.
Living in a rural area, I lost no time in finding an abandoned dirt road that was secluded enough to hide us well. With the radio murmuring sweet, country, love songs, I began kissing and caressing her. I took her nimble little fingers and pulled them into my mouth one by one, and tongued her neck and shoulders lightly. She was wound up and moaning softly as I slowly ran my hand down her back, easing the zipper on her dress. I went back to kissing her deeply, and I felt her hands begin popping the stud buttons on my tuxedo shirt. As deftly as possible, I eased her seat back and pulled the dress down with her bra so that her breasts popped free from the top. They were the most gorgeous tits I had ever seen, even in magazines: pert and round and perfectly formed. Each was topped with a soft brown peak that hardened as my willing tongue caressed it. They were obviously very sensitive, as she began to coo with each circular motion of my tongue.
She pushed me back on the seat and tore my shirt away from my chest, tonguing my chest and nipples as she descended, then she crawled over the console and into my lap. I reached down between her legs and rubbed my hand against her panties, stroking her vulva as she arched her back. I slowly pulled her panties down and placed my right hand firmly against her slit. She was wetter than any girl I had ever encountered. My fingers roamed around her clitoris, and she shuddered and collapsed on my chest. As I inserted my middle finger into her slippery hole, she bucked against my hand, fucking herself with my finger. I extended my finger up until I could feel her G-spot, and pulled my thumb back so her clit would ride against it. It only took about 20 seconds before she gasped and came. Her orgasm was pretty intense for a simple finger fucking, so I anticipated quite a ride. My cock was swollen and pulsing in my pants. I thought it would burst.
She fell back onto my chest and then started sobbing. “I can’t do this! I just can’t! I love Steve, and we only just went out this one time!”
I was listening in disbelief. I was filled with both frustration and pity. How could she get so worked up, then turn off? I had to try and salvage the moment.
I began stroking her hair and calming her, hoping she would return the favor by kissing me and resuming our previous fun, but she only hugged me tighter and cried again.
“Please don’t be mad,” she murmured.
I took her home by 11:00 pm, and she kissed me long and hard in the driveway. I was aching from head to toe, and my balls were pulsing with pain. I drove back to the woods and beat off, but the pain was still there. Sitting there with my balls thudding in agony, I made a plan. I was going to get that pussy.
On Monday at school, Betsy was a bit shy when I met her in the hall. I walked back to her locker and said, “Look, I don’t know what we were thinking Saturday night, but I would like to make it up to you. How about we go to a movie this Friday?”
“I don’t know. I feel so bad about this weekend. I still love Steve you know,” she whispered, “But he’s not here anymore.”
As she started walking away, she turned back and said, “Yes, I’ll go. Pick me up at 6:00. I have to work for my dad until then.”
That Friday I pulled up to the little Dairy Queen her father ran and walked up to the counter. He greeted me with a smile and told me that Betsy had run home to get ready for our date. After he filled an order, he asked me to come around to the back door.
“Now I want to tell you something,” He said, “I don’t like that Steve character one little bit. I sure don’t like the idea that he has her thinking about getting married. Hell, she ain’t but fifteen-years old! I want you to show her a good time, and maybe she’ll get him off her mind.”
I agreed to show her a good time, even though my idea of a good time with his daughter probably wasn’t what he had in mind.
Betsy showed up in a few minutes and we left for the movies. It was a good 30-minute ride from our little town to the nearest theater, so we had plenty of time to talk on the way. I listened intently to her, held her hand, and bantered lightly.
“Why are you so nice to me,” she asked?
“Well. You’re a very pretty girl, and I like you, so why wouldn’t I be nice?”
“Can we just skip the movie and talk?”
I agreed to forgo the movie and found another quiet spot by the river. We were in my truck rather than my mother’s car, so I was able to go back even further down an old abandoned road where we wouldn’t be disturbed.
I was preparing to make my first move when Betsy started crying.
“What’s the matter,” I asked?
“I don’t think I really love Steve. The other night after we made out, I couldn’t think about him the same way. He never made me feel like that. I gave him my virginity, and we had sex a few times, but I never felt like that before. I know Momma and Daddy are right, and I am going to break up with him, but I feel so slutty here in the woods with you while I am supposed to be engaged to him.”
“I’ll tell you what then,” I said, “We’ll ride around and I’ll take you home. Whenever you feel like breaking up with him, give me a call.”
I carried her home that night, and she gave me a long kiss before she went inside. I drove home still thinking about those beautiful breasts and that tight little body. I wasn’t in love, but it was the most serious case of lust I had ever felt. I began making plans about what I was going to do to her if she ever gave me that call.
The call arrived the following Wednesday. We had never really talked on the phone, but she talked for more than an hour. I asked her out for Saturday night, and she got her parents’ to agree to a later curfew.
When we left her house Saturday afternoon, she climbed into the truck and snuggled right up beside me. I put my arm around her and decided to drive some back roads to get to town. My blood began to boil when she grabbed my hand and kissed the palm then ran her tongue upwards, sucking on my pinky when she reached it. She sucked on all my fingertips as I began searching for another dirt road I knew.
While we were jostling down the road, I was playing with her nipples with me free hand. They became rock hard, and she leaned closer into me rubbing her hair against my face. This girl was getting hotter by the minute, and my scrotum was already in pain with anticipation.
I knew a perfect spot down by the river, very isolated with a fire pit. I pulled in and immediately after I turned the truck off, she began kissing me deeply and powerfully. I returned those hard kisses, pressing even closer and stroking her face with my fingertips. I had never been kissed as passionately. Our tongues mingled together, probing each other, and I gently nipped on her bottom lip with my teeth as I started kissing down her neck.
My tongue and lips darted across her upper body as she reached back to unclasp her bra. With a steady upward motion, I pulled her shirt and bra off together, and gazed for the first time on her completely bare torso. The sun was still setting, and the last rays of orange light showed me those amazing breasts, unfettered, and completely taut. Each nipple was completely erect and protruding out by two inches or more. As I moved in to feast on them, I cupped each tit with my hands, rubbing the nipples with my thumbs. They were so firm and full, at least a 36 C. I sucked and played with them, running my tongue over the nipples, then circling the whole breast, gently nipping them with my teeth.
Betsy was clearly in ecstasy, pulling my head closer, moaning in a low growl, and kissing my forehead. I took this as a green light and began kissing down her soft little abdomen. She lay further back on the bench seat and pushed as far back as the passenger side door. I slowly began unbuttoning her jeans as I kissed further down. After the last button popped, she instinctively raised her hips so I could remove them. I started to pull her panties off simultaneously, but I decided to take it slower. I wanted her to be as anxious as I was. When I looked down at her panties I couldn’t help but grin. She knew what she was planning on doing tonight. These were not typical young girl panties, but sexy black silk numbers with red lace fringes. The crotch was already visibly damp, and she was already spreading her legs wider as I eased down between her legs.
I kissed the inside of her left thigh, then slowly made it across to her right one. Right in the middle, I gave her sopping little pussy a deep kiss through her panties. Her pubic hair was a soft mousy brown, well trimmed and glowing with juices. I could smell the glorious scent of her, and it made me even hungrier. After another round of teasing, I began kissing her cunt in earnest, gently probing my tongue around her labia while holding the panties to the side. She moaned louder and pulled my head closer. I had never really eaten pussy before, but I had fantasized about it. I had spent months planning and anticipating, and now it was paying off. She was enraptured, and her cries of pleasure were making me even hotter. I licked, probed, kissed and pleasured her while time seemed to stand still. Her thick juices covered my face, and I lapped them hungrily, trying to taste every ounce of her. As I licked and nibbled on her clit, she convulsed and shook, cumming right there and pulling me in so tight that I felt I would suffocate.
After that first orgasm, she seemed possessed and hungry. She sat up and pushed me back down into the seat, ripping my jeans and underwear down to my knees. My cock was bulging and erect with precum covering the head. She grabbed it and began kneading it gently in her soft hands. “Now it’s my turn,” she cooed.
She raised her butt in the air and plunged her mouth down on my cock as far as she could go. She quivered with a small gag, but recovered quickly and started sucking my dick hard. Too hard. I winced and bucked with pain, and she adjusted her mouth and suction quickly. In just a few seconds, she was working my dick like an oilrig, bobbing her head up and down steadily. I could feel my cum welling up, and she felt my convulsions, she stopped sucking and started beating my meat, squeezing the tip when she reached the end of the shaft. It felt like gallons of jism were exiting the end, and I was cumming harder than I had ever experienced. She continued pumping and seemed completely oblivious to the jets of pearly liquid covering her gorgeous breasts and stomach. Her eyes were closed and she was muttering, “That’s it baby. You let all that bad stuff out.”
When I finally finished climaxing, she knelt down and kissed the end of my cock, teasing it with her tongue, and licking the last drops of semen. “I’ve never done that before, “ she said, “but I really liked it, and you’ve made a mess.”
I reached behind the seat and brought out a t-shirt I kept as an extra. I wiped her down and started kissing her again. My young cock never even subsided, and I was eager to get inside that delicious cunt. I laid her back on the seat and removed her sopping panties. She raised her legs in the air and wrapped them around me, pulling me closer, and I felt the entrance to her slit rub against the head of my dick. I resisted the urge to plunge right in, and rubbed it up and down her twat. She winced when it made contact with her clit, and tried to pull me in with her legs, but I resisted more. I was torturing her a little for the pain she caused me the on prom night, and she was getting hotter and wetter. She pulled me down and kissed me deep again. The scent of her own juices that were still on my face aroused her even more, and she bucked against me. I held her down and inserted only the tip into her steaming hole. Moving it around in a slow circle, I would pull it out again and tap her clit. Each time she would quiver and whimper. I decided to see how long I could keep up the game.
For what seemed like a small eternity, I put only the head of my cock in her hole, rubbed it lightly around, then teased her clit. She got hotter each time and eventually she was rigid with excitement. She looked deep into my eyes and pleaded, “Please fuck me! Please don’t tease me anymore! I am on fire! Please fuck me!”
I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I plunged my cock into her tight, wet hole all the way to end. She screamed in pain and ecstasy and shook all over, clenching me tightly. As I slowly started moving inside her, I was overwhelmed at heat and smoothness and tightness. This was the most wonderful pussy I had ever experienced, and she was giving it to me wildly. With every stroke, she bucked hard against me, and let out a little whimper. She was enjoying this ride, and I was getting more excited by her sounds. As her first little climax hit her, she pounded up with her pelvis and dug her nails into my back. The pain of her nails mixed with the glorious feeling of her pussy moved me close to the edge, and I had to restrain my thought to keep from cumming. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” she pleaded.
I began to brutally slam into her; ramming my cock in as far as it would go. Her head bounced off the door of the truck and she continued to buck in wild abandon. She came hard, shaking all over and screaming. Tears streamed down her beautiful face as she climaxed wildly. I was so caught up in watching her, that my own climax waned, and I continued to pump her. I felt like a king, watching this beautiful girl writhing under me, squealing and moaning, completely caught up in her electric orgasms, and I continued to pump away. She came again, harder than the first time and it sparked my own orgasm. I rocked relentlessly at her pussy, driving as I felt the wave of cum getting ready to emerge from my cock. We had become crazed, and she squealed as I filled her twat with my semen, begging for more.
We both collapsed into a heap of shuddering flesh. My cock was still buried deep inside her, and I could feel her walls twitching around me. My dick was still pulsing and she was breathing rapidly in my ear. We were covered in sweat, and the salt was burning the deep scratches in my back. We lay there for several minutes gently kissing and recovering from our abandon. I looked at her softly and muttered, “My God! You were magnificent.”
“I want to feel like that all the time,” she whispered, and kissed me again.
I stepped outside the truck and stretched, while she rearranged her clothes. Although June was nearing, there was a chill in the air, so I decided to make a fire. We sat together by the fire, wrapped up in a blanket and stroking each other softly. Before long we were making love softly beside the fire for a second time, this time slowly and deliberately. We continued enjoying our bodies for two or three more hours. Our youth, coupled with our lust provided pleasure over and over again. Finally, we both became so sore and raw, that we could no longer stand the penetration, and called it an evening.
As I drove her home, she lay against me, and for a while, I imagined that we could be in love. Her eyes looked deep into mine, and I think she felt the same thing. I kissed her for several minutes in her driveway, before dropping her off, and I decided to drive around and consider the possibilities.
It never worked out. We were too different in many ways. I was leaving for college, and she was just starting her junior year. I never wanted to be tied down at home, and she desired commitment. We had sex a few more times that summer, but nothing compared to that night by the river. She was always good, and we always made each other feel complete sexually, but we both knew there was no future for our relationship, other than good sex.
Life plays crazy games with us. I eventually grew up emotionally and married a wonderful woman. I have never cheated on her, but on certain nights, I imagine Betsy’s soft, taut body undulating beneath me. How was it possible for my sexual soul-mate to not be my spiritual love? It never seemed fair. I had sex with dozens of girls in college, and they ranged from great to mediocre, but no one ever came close to making me feel like Betsy. Alas, that bird flew long ago. She is married with children, and so am I. I have only seen her twice since high school, and there was no spark left in her eyes, but I still have my memories of that glorious summer.

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Mikes Sleepover Part 2

This is the last part of Mike’s Sleepover. Look for more story lines to come from these characters however. Or maybe even some new ones, feel free to post ideas of what you would like me to write abo

We Really Can’t Win!

A woman was shaking out a rug on the balcony of her 17th floor condominium when a sudden gust of wind blew her over the railing. “Damn, that was stupid,” she thought as she fell. “What a way to die.”
As she passed the 14th floor, a man standing at his railing caught her in his arms.
While she looked at him in disbelieving gratitude, he asked, “Do you suck?”
“No!” she shrieked, aghast.
So, he dropped her.
As she passed the 12th floor, another man reached out and caught her. “Do you screw?” he asked.
“Of course not!” she exclaimed before she could stop herself.
He dropped her, too.
The poor woman prayed to God for one more chance. As luck would have it, she was caught a third time, by a man on the eighth floor. “I suck! I screw!” she screamed in panic.
“Slut!” he said, and dropped her.

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Adventures of Carrie : Waiting 2

The Afternoon
Carrie woke from her brief nap. She was naked on the lounge beside the pool with the bright overhead sun warming her tan skin. She lay on her stomach looking across the pool at two robins hopping around on the grass.
“Spring’s a horny time of year for everyone,” she thought as she recalled the events of the morning, masturbating in front of the windows and watching a pair of dogs fucking just outside. Her still wet hole pinched involuntarily as she thought about it.
She slipped into the pool and slowly swam around the deep end. The water felt good swirling between her legs and she didn’t hear the telephone ringing until it was too late to answer it. When she went inside a few minutes later to fix a snack and get something cool to drink, she saw the light flashing on the answering machine and listened to the message.
“Bob Dickerson with Palace Carpet Cleaning. Greg and I will be out about two o’clock to take care of the carpet. See you then. Thanks!”
Carrie switched off the machine and looked at the clock. It was 12:30.
“No hurry,” she thought to herself and fixed her snack and drink. After picking up a steamy novel she had bought a few days earlier, she took them to the table beside the pool. The book, a modern day romance that would never hit the “best-seller” list, wasted no time in getting pretty sexy.
“And I thought I had a good life,” mused Carrie as she flipped through the pages in rapid fashion. “This lady has it made.”
She was referring to the fact that the heroine had a horny and understanding husband, a well hung gardener, a chauffer that was always ready for sex and an assortment of studs at her beck and call. Planting some roses had resulted in a romp in which all three of her main men had her in the middle of the wet top soil.
“I’ll have to keep Doug home more and take up gardening,” she thought. The idea of having three men ravish her in the middle of a pile of soft dirt made her hot and Carrie spread her legs, sliding her fingers between them and began to gently rub her clit. She stroked it slowly and teasingly just as she had done earlier. The wetness made her fingers slick.
The explicit adventures went on through the chapters and Carrie became so engrossed in the details and in her own manipulations that she completely lost track of time.
“Hello. Anyone here?” The voice came from side yard and startled Carrie out of her fantasy world.
“Ah, yes! Around front! I’ll let you in the front door,” Carrie responded, realizing that it was already two o’clock and that the carpet cleaners were here.
She ran inside, pulled on a gown that lay at the foot of the bed and opened the front door.
“Hi! Bob Diskerson with Palace. This is Greg.” He motioned to the young man that was standing beside him.
“Yes. Come in. Sorry I didn’t hear the doorbell earlier. I was out by the pool and had sort of lost track of time.” Carrie could see them both looking at her thin gown and knew that they could easily tell that she was naked underneath. The thought pleased her.
The two men began hauling in the cleaning equipment and soon were busy at work. It wasn’t until some time later that Carrie realized that she had left her new toy, the life like dildo of the famous porn star, firmly attached to the floor in the sitting room. When she went to retrieve it, both Bob and Greg were in the room working on a strip of carpet that surrounded the edge of the tile.
After a brief pause, she said, “I should have straightened things up a little before you came,” and bent over to remove the tool.
“No problem,” Bob said. “We run into all kinds of, ah, obstacles in our work.” After a short pause he added, “Some are just bigger than others.”
Even Carrie was a little embarrassed by that and then when she couldn’t get the dildo loose, it caused one of her few blushes in her lifetime.
“Try putting a finger under the suction cup. That may pop it loose,” volunteered Greg.
It worked and Carrie walked out of the room with out a word, carrying her oversized dildo. After getting over her initial embarrassment, she found it a delightful and raunchy turn-on, having these two total strangers see what she had, just a couple of hours ago, been plunging into her horny cunt.
“I hope they enjoyed it,” she thought and she hoped that they were discussing it and her as they worked. “If their appointment had been at eleven this morning, they could have watched me.”
Carrie went back to the bedroom and put on a thong bikini. It covered very little of her but it was usually the most she wore in front of company or strangers. Modesty was not high on her list of admirable qualities.
Returning to the pool, she went back to her novel and, within a few minutes was engulfed in the brazen exploits of the girl, her husband, her chauffer, the gardener and their assorted houseguests. They took turns with the girl and she always wanted more. She would repeatedly wear the men out as they attempted to satisfy her lust for sex and she constantly tormented them with her dress, actions and conversation. She wore the flimsiest of clothes and lost no opportunity to “flash” all that would see her. Her conversation was filled with constant suggestive remarks and conveyed an open invitation to enjoy her pleasures. Having cocks on call made Carrie envious of her and she daydreamed about it as she read.
“I could get fucked for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert,” she thought. “And several times in between.”
Carrie knew that such an idyllic life was very much a dream but she still longed for something very similar. She would be content spending most of her time masturbating and fucking just as this girl seemed to do. It was her favorite pastime and she wished it possible for it to be her avocation. She loved playing with her erect clit, especially if someone was watching her and she loved the feeling of a hard cock sliding up her open love tunnel. Just thinking about it produced a small orgasm in Carrie’s hungry cunt. Carrie pulled down her thong bottoms and flipped them away with her foot. Her fingers quickly undid the bow that tied her top and she discarded it with a similar, quick motion. She didn’t care that the men inside the house were strangers. She was hot and any semblance of propriety was easily discarded when she felt this way.
“I wonder if they would like to watch me cum,” she thought and reached for the huge dildo that was on the table beside her. It slipped into her open pussy with ease and she started pumping it in and out as she had earlier in the day. It felt fantastic and she wanted the men to see and hear her. Carrie moaned as the tool struck the end of her open hole. She was sure that it was loud enough to be heard inside and she wanted it to be. The enormous phallus was filling her completely and she raised her legs in the air to even better feel it thrust against the end of her twat. Her head was back and her eyes closed as she repeatedly maneuvered the dildo in and out.
Carrie was totally captured by her own thoughts and the feelings between her legs when she felt the familiar soft, smooth and firm skin against her mouth. She didn’t open her eyes, only flicked out her tongue to run it around the head of a very hard cock that was in front of her. Tipping her head slightly forward, she sucked it into her mouth. She could taste the cum that had already formed in tiny droplets at the hole in the end and she liked the taste. Feeling the cock grow larger and harder as he rammed it down into her mouth, Carrie used her free hand to stroke the part of the rod that was not in her mouth. She could feel his balls rolling around in the firm sack below his cock and fondled them. She could also feel a pair of hands as they rubbed the inside of her thighs and ran across her swollen clit. She didn’t know whose cock was in her mouth nor whose hands were on her cunt and didn’t care as long as they were there.
She could sense her impending orgasm and opened legs wide to let it consume her. Her cum dripped from around the dildo and pooled on the lounge as she came off, giving a muffled moan around the cock that filled her mouth. As she pulled the device from her dripping snatch, she could feel a mouth sucking her clit and licking her gaping hole.
She quickly came again and then felt the end of a warm shaft as it slipped into her hungry pussy. It went all the way to the end in one smooth stroke and began pumping fiercely in and out of her huge hole. Both cocks pumped at her with long hard thrusts, each reaching the very limits of her depth with each stroke.
To Carrie’s total satisfaction, neither of her intruders seemed to be filled with frantic urgency. They both thrust hard but appeared to be enjoying their own masturbation within her. Her cunt griped and sucked the cock in it just as her mouth treated its occupant. Each stroke brought a double thrill to Carrie and she came in an almost constant flood of orgasms. The man in her cunt was also busy sucking on her tits and she thrust them up to his mouth. She could smell her own cum and could taste the cum on the shaft in her mouth. Carrie loved the salty, musty taste and could recall having her mouth filled with it on many occasions. She enjoyed it too much to let a drop escape and would swallow it all as it came spurting out. As thought she had willed it, Carrie felt the cock in her mouth grow harder and his thrusting become more rapid. The gush of hot cock juice filled her mouth repeatedly and she gulped fast to keep from loosing any of it. She could feel it hit the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth in hot, long squirts.
When he had finished coming off, Carrie sucked hard on the hot shaft and could feel the last drops of his cum as it trickled out into her mouth.
She continued to suck and lick on this cock as she concentrated on the erect member that filled her twat. She could tell that it too was about ready to shoot off and Carrie thrust up to meet each hard ramming motion it made. She could feel his teeth as they bit at her erect nipples as he let go inside her. The mixture of her cum and his cock juice slipped out onto the lounge with each subsequent plunge. The pungent aroma filled the air as Carrie felt both of the cocks slip out of her at the same time. As though one of the men sensed her feelings, he stuck the large dildo back into her gapping cunt and gently stroked in and out before departing. Carrie lay back and enjoyed the full feeling, the wetness under her ass and the salty taste in her mouth.
Sometime later, Bob called from the back door of the house, “We’re finished with the carpets now.”
Carrie pulled the dildo out of her aching cunt and talked into the house, still naked. She wrote a check for the cleaning and handed it to Bob.
“You both did an excellent job. Thank you!”
“Thank you,” replied Greg. “It was a pleasure being of service to you.”
They all three smiled at the conversation as Carrie led them to the door. She stood in the doorway as they got in their van and after a long final look at her naked body, backed out of the driveway and pulled away. Carrie stood there a while longer, just being naked. Finally she closed the door and, smiling to herself, returned to the pool.
“I wonder which one was which but I’ll probably never know.”

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What he’s thinking – ch 6

Entry Six: — Laura + me + art modeling ———————
Writing about Laura’s story kept it fresh in my mind. So the next time I saw her I asked about her thoughts on exhibitionism. I assumed that like most sensual women she loved flaunting herself. What I was wondering was if she thought Jon liked giving the strip show to an audience of women the way a woman might in front of a male audience. This led to the usual discussion about bikinis versus nudity. We both admitted that we had experienced the feeling at times of being more naked in a skimpy bathing suit than when actually naked where nudity was expected. In Laura’s case, this mostly meant nudist camps, resorts, and beaches. She went to all of these regularly. I, on the other hand, just meant getting naked with a lover. I was dying to hear some details about her experiences with mixed nudity. For instance, was it true that the men generally didn’t have embarrassing situations? In my experience, when I got alone with a guy, we always had to work around his erection to get his pants off. But I never got to ask much about nudist camps because we got off on another tangent.
My question about a girl putting on a show in front of a male audience prompted Laura to disclose the fact that she occasionally modeled for art classes and art sessions. The difference was that sessions were usually in the evenings and all the students or artists did was draw or paint the model. There was generally no instructor nor any instruction. Laura had started posing in college after herself taking a course in figure drawing where she realized she’d much rather be the girl naked on the stage than one of the students drawing her, especially with more than half the class being males. While still a history student she’d only posed once or twice a semester. The schools always want variety and there were many takers. So a girl was never asked to pose more than twice for the same class. Since college, Laura has generally been on call for three or four classes simultaneously, and gets to flash her ass at a lot of male strangers about once a month. I could go on giving her story second hand, but instead I’ll record here my own experience. It came almost immediately because she offered to let me take her turn that very night.
“Well, the guy who lines up the models is sort of hard up. He doesn’t mind using a model twice per session but likes to space out your turns. When I was getting dressed last week, he promised me he’d call me again in about two months. But last night he called me back. Most of the girls are college age and on vacation this week. When the girl who’d been scheduled called in sick, I was the only model he could find. But he’d much rather not use me two weeks in a row. If you take it tonight I’ll still get another turn later. Besides, he once asked me if I knew any pretty small breasted girls who would be interested. Most of the girls begging to show off their tits are cows like me. Well, are you interested?”
It was one of those situations where I didn’t know if I really wanted to do it, but knew full well that if I didn’t jump at the chance, I’d be forever afterwards kicking myself. Doing it and not enjoying the experience could hardly be as bad as not knowing. Of course I accepted her offer. When I suggested we notify the professor she said first he wasn’t a professor, just an organizer, original a student who stayed in the area after he graduated. And second, he wouldn’t care much as long as someone showed up, preferably female, preferably pretty. But in fact, that was only for the artists’ pleasure. In the actual classes they even paid lip service to wanting variety, not just pretty young girls. In her experience as a student when they sometimes got fat females they still preferred them to guys.
“I think everyone, even the girl artists would prefer painting breasts and pubes to penises. One lady claimed a male chest was too plain to be interesting. We only did one guy, and I guess I didn’t find his limp penis the least bit interesting. Yet every other time, I’d always at least been interested in the girl’s nipples.
Well, as the appointed time was only three hours away, I hardly had any time to even get nervous. Laura gave me some pointers, but absolutely refused to accompany me. At least not as a companion. She would have loved being there as an artist to watch me do my thing. But as she’d been the model just the week before, everyone would recognize her. The reason she wouldn’t accompany me was that the model isn’t supposed to have any reason to be nervous. A chaperone would spoil the atmosphere for everyone, especially the model. After doing it I have to admit that showing up with another girl would have been silly.
One of the things Laura had talked about was getting undressed. Basically, don’t make a big thing about it. Generally she liked to push the limit, undressing next to the stage where everyone could see her if they wanted to watch. But most girls stripped in the corner of the room and just walked up to the stage stark naked. “Clothed in nudity” was an expression Laura used meaning that she was modestly attired the way she was supposed to be. It was all almost too modest which was why she liked giving the guys a semi strip show. For my first experience she recommended I follow the modest example.
“You can get a feel for things as you go along. Like pussy spread. You shouldn’t pose with your legs wide open. But if you sit in a way that feels comfortable, you won’t look like you’re trying to give a show. If you’re too conservative usually one of the women will ask you to be a little more daring. I only saw that happen once when I was a student. The models are there because they like showing off. One time when I was modeling there were only seven artists, all males. All night I kept getting more and more daring until I stopped just short of actually masturbating. The guys loved it. If there had been any women present, however, I’m sure the men would have been too embarrassed to show their pleasure.”
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Perhaps I’ve overstated this mind reading business. For perfect reading I have to be actually making eye contact with the person. I already said I only know what they’re thinking, not what else they know. So, I’m standing half naked in a fancy dress in front of a guy with a big bulge in his trousers. No big deal that I know what he’s thinking. But then I pick up the fact that he’s got to make his conquest quickly because the appointment he can’t break is at ten thirty? He didn’t say that out loud!
Facts about myself are so easy to pick up, I don’t even need eye contact. A time schedule for my seduction is important to my suitor, and I can get that information without looking at him. All it takes is his eyes on me. Of course, if he’s thinking about me he’s probably looking at me anyway. A guy walking behind me watching my fanny wiggle in front of him is ridiculously easy to read, even in detail. But say I’m looking one way, and he’s looking in the other direction at some other female. I can barely read such strong emotions as lust and jealosy. I can tell simple things like whether he thinks he’ll score or isn’t tempted to try. The guy looking at my fanny, however, is telling me exactly how he’s picturing me, usually, of course, naked. But some guys imagine me in a skin tight bathing suit,or a thong. If I’m naked I may be a few feet away, or right in his lap,around his shaft. If the guy’s got a vivid imagination I can see my own seduction in detail in his mind. Sometimes it’s a better fantasy than my own.
Anyway, the session was every bit as much fun as Laura had promised. I walked in the room and stayed pretty much unnoticed. I gathered the people didn’t know each other well, and I was not the only attractive girl there. And the organizer was expecting Laura. I pretty much figured out who he was because he kept nervously looking at the clock. So a few minutes after arriving and a few minutes before the hour I simply walked to one corner of the room and calmly took my clothes off. Harry immediately walked over to me and started talking.
“I was hoping you were the model when I didn’t see you setting up any equipment. What happened to Laura?”
“Oh, nothing. She said you’d rather have another model than use her two weeks in a row. And I could use a few extra bucks. Besides, I like doing it. I guess we all do I suppose? She also said you told her once you wanted a few girls a bit less well built. I hope I’m not too disappointing small. The names Karen by the way.”
“Harry. Karen, anyone as pretty as you doesn’t have to worry about disappointing anyone. But Laura’s right. I think we’ll all love painting someone with such a beautiful, delicate figure. And I think you asked just because you wanted a well deserved compliment. Well, you know the routine. After you finish stretching do a few quick, say five minute poses, then twenty to thirty minutes. We’re paying eleven an hour now. I would suggest two ten minute breaks, but that’s your call. If you get tired and have to break a pose, try to give us a few minute’s warning. And enjoy yourself as much as you like.”
I never figured out what he meant by that last sentence. Did he mean relax or get playful and tease the guys? I doubt he meant much of anything. Sort of like saying “have a nice day”. Well, I had a nice evening. Stretching naked made me realize for the first time how many yoga postures included flaunting your pussy. And your ass hole. Even with tights on it’s pretty significant. But usually I’m either in private or in a room filled mostly with other women doing the same thing. I realized as I was doing it that I was probably competing with a typical naked bar routine on an even basis. But it would have been embarrassing to suddenly stop. As it was, while I seemed to draw the eyes of every male there, I didn’t see any obvious disapproval, even from the women. I guess I wasn’t the first model to be this uninhibited.
I thought it would be fun to do some mind reading with the guys studying my nude body. While posing, I rarely got to make eye contact, but at the beginning of a pose I’d received plenty of erotic images. As far as any of the regular signs of male interest, I was not disappointed in their initial reactions, but a few minutes into each pose, all signs of erections seemed to disappear. The guys obviously liked studying my naked body, but it held their long term interest more as a example of pleasing art than as a sex object. As the sexual interest declined during each pose, the mental images almost faded completely. Effectively, when they were only interested in my body as artwork, they were no longer interested in me at all.
What was fun was talking to people during my break. Laura had told me that many models put a robe on when not posing. She didn’t and I followed her example. Standing naked next to a guy discussing a drawing he’s just done of your body is really sexy. I had no trouble reawakening an interest in any man I talked with. There was plenty of lust to enjoy in their thoughts, and a fair amount of fantasy as well. Some of the older guys were always trying to imagine some way they could end up in bed with me. The younger guys didn’t need to imagine a senerio. All they thought about was what it would actually be like. On a beach we say the guys are always undressing us with their eyes. Well, when standing there naked, my pussy totally exposed, what they were doing was fucking me with their eyes. I was already undressed. The nice thing was I could show off my tits with no fear of having them mishandled, while still enjoying the lustful thoughts they inspired.

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Young Fun by the lake 2 – dreaming of a long time ago

This is fantasy. It involves two cousins(girls 16 and 18), the girl’s grandmother, and a semi-conscious, semi-consenting 25 year old male main character. There is kinda incest with the female characters being related, and a bit of an issue with a sexually active 16-year-old.

My Sister In Law Beth. Chapter 16-18

Chapter 16
It took a few minutes for Jennifer to gain her composure enough to think about heading back downstairs. She reached down and pulled her panties back on and pulled down her skirt, which had been up around her waist. I could notice she was blushing slightly, I am guessing due to the realization that I had witnessed her first bi-sexual encounter. As she fixed her hair and makeup, I attempted to make her feel at ease.
“Jen, you were absolutely incredible. I have never witnessed anything as erotic as what you and Raine just did.”, I told her.
“Well, I am kind of embarrassed a bit Jeff, but I have to admit, I really did enjoy it. It’s much different with a woman.”, she replied.
“Better than with a man ?”, I asked.
“No, not better.” she replied, “Just different.”
We moved back downstairs to our original seats, which were still waiting for us. I ordered Jen another glass of wine and myself an orange juice. Jen leaned over and whispered softly in my ear.
“I feel really bad. I had an amazing time but we left you out in the cold.”
“It’s quite all right Jen, trust me I enjoyed it a lot, just watching you.”, I responded.
“Well, the night is not over and I promise, I will make it up to you.”, she whispered.
We stayed for a few more minutes and we started to get ready to leave. I notice Raine was ready to take the stage, she was standing just off to the right, slightly hidden by the curtains. She waved to us and made a gesture with her hands that appeared to be “Call Me”, but I wasn’t sure.
We exited the club, walked to the lot and had the valet bring my car around. He opened the door and let Jen in, then handed me the keys. I tipped him and got in the car. Jen had moved right up against me and was leaning her head on my chest. I pulled out the lot and headed for the ramp to the bridge, that would take us home. Almost as soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, Jen’s hand was stroking my thigh. My cock was hardening once again, as it had been much of the night. She noticed quickly and began to softly squeeze and stroke my cock. In no time she had me very uncomfortable, as my cock was straining against my clothing. I was trying to keep my mind on the road but she was making it extremely difficult to do so. I pulled over into the far right hand lane for slower traffic for safety purposes. Jen looked over at me said in a very low soft tone.
“I can’t believe , I am going to say this, but I am horny as hell.”
I chuckled and said something to the effect of that not being a bad thing. She laughed as well but continued to try and prove her point. She sat up slightly in the seat and pulled her dress up just to the top of her thighs. She reached under her dress with one hand, then took my hand with her other and pulled it between her thigh’s. I extended my fingers out until I touched a very hot and very wet pussy.
“See, I told you.”, she whispered, in a deeper toner than normal.
I extended the middle finger of my right hand and quickly found her clit. I slid one finger deep inside her, pulling out her slick juice and coated her clit with it. Once I had her clit extremely wet, I began to rub her clit in small , quick circles. Jen slightly squeezed her thigh’s together putting pressure on my hand.
“Oh God, that feels so good.”, she said in an excited voice, “I could cum again right now. I don’t know what has come over me.”
“It’s ok.”, I reassured her, “Cum as many times as you want.”
“But I feel guilty, you have not got off once yet tonight.”, she said in a sad tone.
“Jen, I love watching you cum. It gives me pleasure. Let yourself go, don’t worry about me.”, I replied.
“Jeff, you have to be the kindest, most unselfish man I have ever been around. Most men think only of themselves. I don’t know any man that would have sat tonight out, just so I could enjoy myself as I did.”, she stated.
I told her I was glad she had enjoyed herself, and that I was able to make one of her fantasies come true. As we spoke, I continued to work on her pussy, feeling her juices flood my hand. I decided to learn a little bit more about this wonderful lady.
“Can I ask you a question, Jen ?”
“Sure, you can.”, she replied.
“Well, do you,….. well you know,…. masterbate a lot ?”, I stuttered.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.”, she giggled.
“It’s ok.”, I responded, “You don’t have to answer.”
“No, no, I don’t mind.”, she quickly replied.
She went on to tell me that she probably masterbated three to four times a week. She said usually it was late at night , when she was relaxed and wanted to take the edge off her day. She told me she had several vibrators that she loved to use, or sometimes, she would just use her fingers. She told me as good as the vibrators were, her fingers always seem to bring her to a more powerful orgasm, although it did take longer. The vibrator would always finish the job quicker. As she spoke, I continued to work on her drenched pussy and I could sense her breathing had changed.
“So how about you make yourself cum for me now ?”, I told her in a low voice.
“You want me to ?”, she replied.
“Oh yea.”, I shot back.
She reached under her skirt with both hands, pushing mine out of the way. She pulled her panties to the side and worked her finger deep into her pussy. I was trying to watch the road and watch her finger’s all at the same time. She pulled her finger out and slowly began to rub her clit. Looking at this incredibly attractive lady sitting in my front seat, her skirt hiked up her legs, with her finger’s in her pussy had my mind reeling. She could sense I was enjoying this a lot.
“You like to watch me play with myself, baby.”, she whispered
“Jen, I can’t tell you how much it turns me on.”, I answered.
“Well good, because I enjoy having you watch me, it makes it so much better when I cum.”, she replied, “Which I am just about ready to do.”
We were not far from my house, so I urged her to wait until we got in my drive, so I could really watch her get off. She eased up on her pussy, slowing her finger’s down for me. A minute or so later, I pulled into my drive. I put the car in park and turned off the ignition. I turned to face her, getting comfortable in my seat. She turned slightly in her seat, putting her back against the door, so I could get a clear view of her pussy.
“You like this ?”, she asked, staring at me intently.
“God, yes, I do Jen.”, I replied quickly.
She began to quicken her pace, her thigh’s open wide. Her juices were flowing out of her, coating the seat. The more interest I showed in what she was doing, the more it seemed to arouse her. I decided to try and urge her on, making it even better. I leaned over, close to her and started whispering, as I looked into her big brown eyes.
“Come on Jen, cum for me, make that pussy explode as you look into my eyes. Let me see your eye’s roll back, baby.
It took only seconds after I had spoke those words. Her eyes closed for a second, then opened as wide as I had ever saw them. Looking directly into my eyes, she erupted into her third orgasm of the evening.
“Oh, Jeff, babyyyy, I’m cummingggggggggg.”, she quietly moaned.
I watched her body convulsed on her hand as waves of pleasure swept through her every nerve ending. She never took her eyes off mine as I watched this beautiful woman climax before my eyes. She reached out and took my hand, pulling it into her soaking, wet pussy. She tilted her head back, as I gently stroked her pussy, bringing her back down gently, relaxing her. After a minute or so, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue easing between my lips. I enjoyed another of her long, sensual and passionate kisses, as she recomposed herself.
“Jeff, baby, I could get used to this. You make me feel so god damned good.”, she whispered.
We kissed a few more times, then I suggested we go inside the house. I went around, opened her door and led her inside. I could tell that the evening’s events had taken it’s toll on her. She looked drained as she slowly walked into the great room.
“You look tired Jen. You ok sweetie ?”, I asked.
Oh, I am more than ok, I am great. Just give me a minute to recover.”, she winked at me.
“Sure baby, you want some iced tea or something from the kitchen ?”, I asked .
“No thanks, I am ok.”, she responded.
I went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out the pitcher of iced tea. It was my favorite drink and one of the few vices I really have. I drink way too much of the stuff. I poured myself a glass, returned the pitcher to the self and closed to door. Jen had been standing behind the door, hidden from my view. She had a devilish grin on her face as she looked up at me.
“Now, mister, you belong to me. Be quiet and put yourself in my hands.”, she said.
She leaned up and kissed me softly on the lips, taking her tongue and running it along my lips. Her hand’s moved down to my belt and she slowly started to unbuckle my pants. She continued to kiss me as she opened my belt, unzipped my pants, pushing them to the floor. She leaned down and pushed my boxer shorts down my thigh’s. My cock was partially erect and very ready for some attention. She got down on her knees, took my cock in her right hand, and placed it between her lips. I immediately felt a shiver run up my spine as her mouth surrounded my cock with its warm wetness. She moved her hand to the base of my cock, and using long slow strokes, pumped me into her eager mouth. By now, she had my entire cock in her mouth, moving her lips up and down my shaft. I could already feel my balls tightening, I knew I would not last long. She sensed the same, as her left hand softly began to caress my nuts. Her tongue began to flutter on the underside on my cock taking me to the edge.
“Jen, baby, I’m gonna cum.”, I warned her.
She released my cock from her lips for a moment and looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes. It was quite a sight. It took her only a minute to respond.
“Nooooooooo.”, she cried, “Not yet. Come with me.”
She took me by the hand and led me into the great room. She pushed me down on the sofa and sat down next to me. She leaned over and again gave me a very passionate kiss. She whispered in my ear.
“Since, I came for you, I want you to make yourself cum for me.”, she stated.
Now this was something, I was not prepared for. As much as I enjoyed watching a woman masterbate, not even Susan had ever asked me to jerk off while she watched. I started some sort of protest, not quite sure of what I was saying.
“Oh, no.”, Jen replied. “I want to enjoy watching you, like you do me. It’s only fair.”
I could not argue with her point, after all, I know how much it turned me on. I mumbled something about, if I had to and leaned back on the sofa. Jen was staring down at my rock hard cock. As much as I was feeling somewhat nervous about performing in front of her, I have to admit, I was excited. I reached down with my right hand, wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock with a firm grip and began to stroke myself up and down slowly. I looked over and her eyes were glued to my cock. I moved my hand up the shaft slightly so that only the head of my cock was visible. I began to move up and down the shaft faster, watching my cock once again swell and become rock hard. I looked over at Jen, she had leaned back slightly, and once again had her finger’s working in her pussy. The sight of her fingering herself and the feeling of my cock in my hand was too much. I furiously began to pump my cock, lifting my hips off the sofa.
“Cum for me baby, let that load go.”, Jen squealed.
The first jet of cum fired out of my cock landing on my chest. Two more thick ropes jetted out quickly, the feeling was intense. Jen, knocked my hand quickly out of the way and took my still spurting cock deep into her mouth. She sucked hard, swallowing my cum as I continued to push wave after wave of semen past my cock head. I had not cum this much in years, Jen was having trouble swallowing. She moved her lips to the end of my cock, allowing most of what was in her mouth to run down my cock. She then pushed my cock back deep into her mouth sucking what was left down her throat. As my cock, throbbed and softened between her lips, she continued to suck every last drop of cum out of me. She sat up, wiped the back of her hand over her lips and smiled.
“Well, your still way behind me, but that was a good start.”, she laughed.
Her finger’s were still moving expertly on her pussy. She had gotten used to masterbating in front of me and felt perfectly natural in doing so. I leaned up and pressed my lips to hers, not closing my eyes. I could see from her startled expression, this was something she did not expect. She open her eyes and looked at me, as my tongue entered her mouth, tasting my own cum. She closed her eyes and her tongue soon was dancing with mine. I reached between her legs and began to furiously stroke her once again very erect clit. With the thought of me tasting my own cum fresh in her head, it took only seconds for her to go off. She broke our kiss and arched backwards.
“Jesus Christ, I’m cummingggggggg again, fuck yea, oh yeaaaaaa.” , she cried out.
As we held each other close on the sofa, I began to think that this was something, I could definitely get used to. Jen was a great girl and I was beginning to fall hard for her. It felt good, but it also frightened me. What if she didn’t feel the same about me ? So far the “L” word had not been spoken, not even in gratitude for wonderful sex. And then no matter how far I tried to push it out of my mind, way back there somewhere, was Beth.
Chapter 17
We were starting to spend as much time together as our schedules allowed. We talked every day, sometimes several times a day , on the phone. The next week flew by and soon we were approaching the weekend again. I had made no plans, but was hoping to see Jennifer as much as possible over the weekend. I was sitting home Thursday night watching TV when my phone rang. Figuring it was Jen, I answered quickly. I was wrong.
“Hey Jeff, how are you doing ?’, asked Beth.
“I am doing ok Beth, how are you ?”, I replied.
“Ok, I guess, why haven’t you called me ?”, she replied.
“Well Beth, to be honest, you still have not told me what is going on with you and Lance. Then the last thing I want to do is draw any attention to us, by constantly calling you.”, I responded, thinking quickly.
“We really need to get together and talk Jeff, I need to see you.”, She asked.
I still had not explained to Jen, what had happened between Beth and I , before I met her. I did want to get it out in the open, so if it ever came up, it would not be a surprise. Being family, it would not be odd to be seen with Beth, but I really thought the less we got together for now, the better it would be for both of us.
“What did you have in mind, Beth ?”, I asked.
“Lance is out of town, he won’t be home until early in the morning, can I come over now ?”, she asked quickly.
“I suppose so, I am not doing anything special.”, I answered.
“Ok, good, I am leaving work now, I should be there in about forty-five minutes.”, she responded.
As I waited for Beth, a lot of things were running through my mind. One thing I could not deny was that I did still care for Beth and to some degree, I did understand her situation. But on the other hand, I had really had developed strong feelings for Jennifer, she was an incredible lady. I think deep down, I really wanted to fall in love with Jen, I was just not sure if she was taking our relationship as serious as I was. I also knew that sooner or later I was going to have to tell Jen about Beth. That was something, I was not looking forward to at all.
The door bell rang, I got up and went to the door. Beth stepped in looking absolutely stunning as usual. She was wearing a black jacket, white blouse and short black skirt with black heels. I followed her into the great room and sat down in my chair, her on the sofa. I offered her a drink but she said maybe later.
“Jeff, I know I have left you hanging for quite some time now. I am really confused and the more I try to make a decision the more confusing it becomes.”, she said.
“I understand Beth, you have been married a long time.”, I responded.
“I’m trying to do everything I can to make my marriage work, but I feel like I am alone in the battle.”, she added, “But I really do not want to give up, things are somewhat better.”
“Then keep trying, don’t give up.”, I replied.
“Well……, I don’t really know how to say this, but……., I really do miss being intimate with you. It’s all I can think of.”, she stammered.
I guess my facial reactions told her I didn’t take that statement well, because she quickly shot back.
“I know that sounds terrible.”, she continued, “I want my marriage to work, but I want to have an intimate relationship with you as well.”
She looked own at the floor and began to wipe her eyes. I could see she was in some pain, struggling to get this off of her chest.
“Beth, the problem is still what we spoke of when we first discussed a relationship. It’s going to raise a whole lot of eye brows if we tell people, especially in our own family, if we decided to be together. How do you think they would react if they found out we were having an affair and you were still married ?”, I replied.
“I know, Jeff. It would be one hell of a mess.”, she responded.
“That is putting it mildly, Beth.”, I answered.
She continued to wipe tears from her eyes as we spoke, trying to find the right words to express what she was feeling. I was fighting every urge I had to get up, go over to her and put my arms around her. When I tried to look away from her tears my eyes would travel down to her gorgeous legs and that very short skirt. When I looked back up, she was staring at me, she saw me looking.
“Can I ask you a question, Jeff ?”, she finally said.
“Sure you can.”, I replied.
“Are you in love with Jennifer, is she in love with you ?”, she asked.
I thought carefully on how to answer this question, but I was always one to try keep things straight forward and simple. Less you have to try and remember what you told people later if things went bad. I decided to keep it truthful.
“ I have to admit, I have feelings for Jennifer, I’m not quite sure how she feels about me. We have been seeing each other a lot, but neither one of us have used the “Love” word as of yet.”, I replied.
“Oh, I see.”, she answered.
From the look on her face , I am not sure if she was disappointed that I told her I was seeing a lot of Beth, or maybe relieved that as of yet, no one had expressed being “in love” with the other. What I did notice, and I am sure intentionally, she had opened her legs somewhat giving me a nice view of her beautiful thigh’s and the crotch of her red panties. No matter how much I tried not to think about it, I was becoming aroused. I think she sensed it somehow, women have a gift when it comes to reading men. Although I have to admit, we are not at all difficult to read. I got up and once again offered her something to drink, excusing my self to get a glass of iced tea. I needed time to think.
I returned a few moments later and noticed that she had taken off her jacket and was leaning back in the sofa. She had positioned herself, so that I had a really nice view up her skirt. I knew now exactly what she was thinking.
“Beth, honestly, I don’t know what I can tell you that would make this situation any better. Until you decide what to do in your marriage, I don’t think any intimacy between us is possible.”, I told her.
She sat up on the sofa, I think somewhat surprised at the statement, I had just made. She opened her legs for one second, then crossed her thigh’s quickly. I knew what this meant. She was telling me, it’s here now, if you want it. But just that quick, it will be gone.
“So, you are in love with Jennifer ?”, she replied.
“Beth, you are confusing one with the other. I do care for Jennifer a lot, I know I love you as well, but neither of those are the issue. I am simply not going to continue an affair with you behind everyone’s back. It’s not an option at that point.”, I responded.
“So basically your telling me, it’s all or nothing at this point. You’re not interested in me sexually ?”, she asked.
“Of course, I am interested in you sexually, Beth. You’re an amazing , drop dead gorgeous woman, any man would love to go to bed with you. But, I am not going to sneak around to be with you. It has to be out in the open.”, I replied.
She looked down for a moment, then back up at me. She reached over and grabbed her jacket and began to put it on.
“So I guess, I have a lot of thinking to do.”, she stated.
“I guess so.”, I responded with a smile.
She moved to me, leaned up put her arms around my neck and gave me a very quick, warm kiss on the lips.
“I guess I will be having sex alone tonight huh ?”, she said with scowl.
“I guess so.”, I once again replied.
She told me goodnight, she would be in touch soon and headed for the door. It took a few minutes for me to compose myself after she left. I really had wanted to go to bed with her. I fought every impulse I had. But in the end, I was glad I held my ground, things were better this way.
Chapter 18
I was anxious to leave work Friday evening, looking forward to possibly seeing Jennifer. She had been working late most of the week in an attempt to ease her schedule. I was hoping she would be free tonight, although we had made no definite plans. I called her cell on the way home, but only got voice mail. I left a message for her to call me when she could. Almost as soon as I put the phone down, it rang.
I looked at the number, hoping it was Beth. It was my mother-in-law calling from her house.
“Hi Honey, how are you ?”, she asked.
“I am fine Mom, how are you and Dad doing ?”, I replied.
“We are fine, thanks. I just called to see how things were getting along between you and Jennifer. I was talking to Jennifer’s mother today, she seemed as much in the dark as I am about you two.”, she continued.
“Apparently Jennifer has not told her mother much about you two.”, she added.
I went on to tell my mother-in-law that we had been seeing each other regularly for a while now, but things were still on a friendship type basis as far as I could see. No long term plans of any kind had been spoke of.
“Do you love her, Jeff ?”, mom asked.
“I really don’t know mom. I am not sure I can ever love another woman like I did Susan.”, I replied.
“Jeff, I know Susan would want you to be happy. Do whatever feels right to you. I love Jennifer, I have known her since she was a baby, she is like a daughter to me. Just treat her like you did Susan, go from there and see what happens.”, she finished.
“Thanks mom.”, I responded.
We spoke for a few more moments then she told me she had to go, but keep her updated. I promised I would. When I hung up, I though of how strange it was to be talking to my mother-in-law about another woman. Life had a way of throwing you for a loop sometimes.
I didn’t stop on the way home for dinner thinking that perhaps Jen and I would go out to eat later. I got home, took a shower, and sat down to relax. About thirty minutes later my phone rang, it was Jennifer.
“Hey Jen, how are you.”, I asked.
“I’m doing ok, and you?”, she replied.
“Just waiting on you to call.”, I laughed.
“Aw, how sweet. But I have bad news. I have to go to dinner with my boss and some other assistants to discuss a case we are working on.”, she said disappointedly.
“It’s ok, I understand, you have a job to do.”, I answered.
“Can I come by after dinner tonight, I want to talk to you about something ?”, she asked.
“Sure, I will be here. Let me know.”, I replied.
After we hung up, I started to wonder what Jen wanted to talk about. The more I thought about it, the more I thought my mother-in-law and Jen’s mom may have been putting things in her head. Plus with the way things were with Beth, I had no clue what was going on.
I guess it was about ten-thirty when Jen called. She was leaving the restaurant and wanted to know if it was still ok to come by. I told her it was no problem, I was still up wide awake. She said she would be about twenty minutes. I got up, straightened things up a bit, so every thing looked perfect. She was right on time, as usual.
From her appearance, I was guessing she had went on to change first. She had on jeans, a tee-shirt and running shoes and smelled great. She kissed me quick on the lips and came in, she appeared to be in a great mood.
We sat down and quickly caught up on what was going on with each other. She had been busy prepping cases for court all week and had been working late every night. She did however say she would be free most of the weekend, which was good news. Conversation went back and forth, but in the back of my mind I was wondering what she wanted to talk about. I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie or perhaps go rent one or two. She picked up the remote and scanned through the cable HD Movie channels and found several she wanted to watch. I went to make several iced tea’s and microwave a bowl of popcorn. When I returned to the sofa, I sat next to her and she put the movie on. About a third of the way through the movie, it was apparent this was a dud, or at least I thought so. A few minute’s later she must have come to the same conclusion.
“You interested in this movie ?”, she asked.
“Nope, not really.”, I replied.
“Good.”, she said lowering the volume on the TV to zero,
“Jeff, I told you that I wanted to talk to you earlier about something.”, she said.
“Yep” , I replied.
“First, I want to tell you what a great time I have had since meeting you. You make me feel special in everything that you. Your polite, caring, you make me feel like I am the most important woman in the world. You don’t judge me, you let me be who I am.”, she said.
“I find myself thinking more and more about you during the day, I miss you a lot during the week.”, she added.
“I miss you too.”, I admitted.
She leaned over and gave me a quick hug and a kiss, apparently glad to know I was feeling the same.
“But, I have to admit you something. I am very scared right now. I think I could be falling for you, but, and please don’t stop me. I am really frightened to go any further, I am scared I am going to be hurt. I know how you felt about Susan and I know there is absolutely no way I could ever measure up to her.”, she said with some trembling in her voice.
“I don’t want to fall in love with you, then you realize that.”, she continued quietly.
“And now after saying all of that, I am really not sure of how you even feel about me or am I way out of line ?”, she asked.
I could tell instantly she was sincere. This powerful woman who routinely stood before judges, attorneys and criminals and argued the law was helplessly admitting her worst fears to me. She lowered her head and I think waited for an answer. I reached over and took her small hand in mine.
“No Jen, you’re right, you will never be Susan. I don’t expect nor do I want you to be. Trust me, I am as scared as you are right now about being hurt. I’m not sure I could have life take another women from me.”, I answered.
She looked up and I could see some relief in her face. A smile returned to her face and looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes that could melt your heart.
“So what you are saying is you think you might be falling in love with me Jeff. Did I get that right ?”, she asked.
“Yes, you got that right.”, I answered softly.
She smiled a bigger smile, leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips, then hugged me like she was holding on for dear life.
“I had some reservations, perhaps that after the night we had at the club, you wouldn’t think of me as someone that you could share your life with.”, she said looking down nervously.
“Jen, that’s one of the things I love most about you. Your willing to be who you are in front of me. You don’t play games, your honest. That’s always the best foundation for a relationship.”, I replied.
She looked back up at me smiling again. I could see in her face she was relieved. Her hand came up and touched my right cheek. She looked deep into my eyes.
“I could get used to this.”, she said softly.
“So could I , Jen.”, I quickly replied.

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Possessed – Part III

This story is a work of fiction that depicts sexual activity that some people may find offensive. If you are easily offended stop reading now and kindly keep your opinions to yourself. Everyone else enjoy and let me know what you think

A Journey to the Amazon

“After winning the lottery on their wedding day, a newly-wed husband and wife decide to go to the Amazon to learn what it is like to live as the native tribes do. What they thought would be an epic adventure of discovery, turns into something much different than either of them could have possibly imagine.”