Emilie
A girl goes to get her first tattoo from a guy she knew in school, and gets much more…
A girl goes to get her first tattoo from a guy she knew in school, and gets much more…
Grace had just taken my anal cherry. After we both had our most powerful orgasms to date, Grace packed her toys up and brought them with us. Whatever she has planned will be fucking fantastic, as she walked all the way home wearing Ashleigh, her girlfriends, nipple clamps.
A story based on an experience I had several years ago
My first attempt at smut! It’s not perfect but I hope you enjoy it all the same <3 Xx
This is taneesha shah, 29-year-old, I am 5 ft 7” and my stats are 36D 30 38.
The twins seek out new relationships – and larger quarters
First time with slut and future wife
A man discovers how decisions can change your life years later
Adrian, a youth with the world’s highest IQ and a mind devoid of emotions, now faces his greatest challenge: human bonding.
Norma’s secret life Ch.3
Chapter 3
It was nearly 9.00am before she woke the next morning. Stan had already left for the office. She had been exhausted after the previous night’s sexual activities with Toby. Her sexual appetite had been satisfied for the time being. Going to the bathroom she showered and attended to her toiletries, taking great pains in cleaning her pussy lips and pubic hair.
For some time Norma had been considering the prospect of shaving her pubic hair. She knew that Stan would object to her having a naked pussy. The thought racing through her mind was exciting her. Sitting on the toilet with her legs spread she reached between her legs and rubbed and fingered her hairy cunt lips only to find that she was still wet from her shower. Removing her hand she bought it to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. As she was licking her fingers Toby came into the toilet and sat in front of his naked mistress. Norma could see the tip of his shiny cock poking out of its hairy sheath.
“Oh! Toby” she whispered, “You always seem to be ready, why can’t Stan be more like you? Especially in the cock department. Maybe then he could knock me up.”
Norma made her decision; she quickly stood up and taking Stan’s shaving cream she lathered her cunt hairs, picked up his razor she quickly shaved. Once she was finished she washed the remaining her pussy and went into her bedroom laying on the bed she admired her handiwork in the full length mirror. When she was satisfied with what she had accomplished. She got off the bed and got down onto her hands and knees beside the bed and waited.
Toby had followed her into her bedroom and was sniffing and licking at her cunt when she couldn’t take his tongue lashings any longer. She said, “Now Toby.”
Toby needed no coaxing he quickly mounted her wrapped his legs tightly around her waist and with one shove he drove his long cock into her bare cunt.
When Norma felt his hairy sheath pressing against her naked pussy lips she orgasmed almost immediately. On this occasion Toby didn’t tie with her and as quickly as he squirted his hot cum into her and they came apart. Norma got off the floor showered and decided to do the housework and walk around naked, something she would never have considered had been Stan at home. When it came to nudity Stan had always been the ultimate prude. He wouldn’t even make love with the light on and he refused to let Norma sleep naked. He tolerated no panties but total nudity was definitely out.. Norma didn’t know how Stan was going to take the fact that she had shaved her pubes; she really didn’t care. He had always been against nakedness.
She found out quickly enough that night. As they lay side by side in bed Stan reached out under her nightie feeling for her pussy, he was appalled when he felt her naked pussy, he quickly pulled his hand away; it was as if he had been burnt. Stan jumped out of bed and he was quickly followed by Norma. A heated fight followed where insult followed insult with the bed between them Norma felt a little safety.
“You’re turning into a slut,” Stan yelled at her. “You think I don’t know what is going on do you?”
“And what do you care,” she screamed back at him. “All you care about is how quick you can get your puny little cock into me and empty your balls into me and how quickly you can get to sleep. You are nothing more than a little cocked bastard who can’t satisfy a real woman.”
Norma stormed out into the lounge room quickly pursued by Stan. As he caught up with her he closed his hand into a fist and raised it as if he was going to strike his now furious wife. Fearful for her safety Norma went to the back door and let Toby inside. The dog sat quietly alongside Norma. Stan raised his fist to her again but thought better of it as the fur on the back of Toby’s neck stood up and he snarled menacingly at Stan. It was as if Toby was saying keep away she’s my bitch now not yours.
Stan backed off very quickly, not wanting to tangle with Toby as Norma said, I want a baby but it seems you aren’t even capable of that.”
“Well I don’t.” He roared back at her. “I don’t want any kid stretching your cunt out of shape or sucking on your tits.”
Norma walked out of the lounge room and into the guest room followed closely by Toby; she locked the door to keep Stan out.
Sometime through the night Stan packed a bag and left. Norma didn’t know how long he was going to be gone. So the first thing next morning Norma packed all of her things and departed taking Toby with her.
Norma had tears streaming down her cheeks as she drove recklessly out of the driveway. She didn’t know where she was going or what she was going to do. She had plenty of her own money; she didn’t need any from Stan. Norma knew that the days of marriage were over forever. She knew that there were going to be some difficult questions to answer when she reached her parents farm.
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A young woman’s live changes forever
Over the course of the 1000 years of existence for Colony Seven, there have been 249 fertility sacrifices offered to the gods. The time for the 250th fertility festival approaches. Who will be chose as Sacrifice 250?
The Ranger’s Sister
by Lubrican
Mandy was so excited she was having a hard time breathing. It was finally time for her parents to drop her off for her summer as an intern with the Forest Service. That, in itself was exciting. As a Junior, she was only one of three students in her High School who were chosen for the intern program in the Smoky Ridge State Forest. But even more exciting was the job she was given. She was to spend the summer in a tower, keeping fire watch over the vast forest. Some people might have thought that would be boring, but her new supervisor was none other than her big brother Ted! He was 21 years old and had been her hero since she could just barely toddle. Now he was a real forest ranger and she just knew that living and working with him all summer was going to be the best thing in the world.
She didn’t know much about what it would actually be like. Her brother had called her with the news that she’d been accepted and assigned to him. He told her she was limited to one duffle bag, which had to contain everything she wanted to bring. The tower had electricity and what he had called “the hooch” to live in, but it was small, barely big enough for two people. He told her to bring music, her X-box, perhaps, and clothes. “We only get to do laundry every two weeks” he had said. “So be prepared for that.” When she’d asked him about showers, he’d answered tersely “We take baths out here.” Normally, there would have been two rangers on duty at the tower, but the other one had quit suddenly and there was no replacement. That was one reason Mandy had been chosen to do the internship.
Once her parents had dropped her off at the visitor’s center at the park, Mandy had been stuffed into a four wheel drive Jeep. That had been two hours ago and if they didn’t reach somewhere soon she was sure her body would just split into parts. They could only go five miles per hour and that still resulted in bumps that bounced her head off the roof. The ranger driving her said they didn’t improve the road because it kept “amateurs” out of the deep forest, where they really didn’t belong. She mumbled something about dying before help could arrive in an accident and the ranger calmly said that in an emergency they’d evacuate the injured by chopper. She wished she could have been delivered that way.
Finally, through the trees, she saw the big tower. It was a big box, on top of four huge legs. There was a stairway that criss-crossed back and forth between the legs. It looked as tall as a skyscraper to her. There was a tall man in a brown uniform standing at the bottom of the tower, waiting. It was Ted.
Ted watched as the Jeep ground to a halt. He wasn’t so sure this was going to be a good idea. The last time he’d seen his kid sister was almost three years ago when he’d joined the Forest Service and gone off to Georgia to the school the Federal Government ran there. He’d completed that school with honors and been stationed at the Dragon Gulch watch station, where he’d been for a year. His partner, Jim Bonner, couldn’t take the isolation and had quit after a year. But Ted loved it. The only people he saw were the serious hikers, who knew woodcraft and were no real problem. He loved nature and the peace that reigned most of the time in Dragon Gulch. Storms were interesting, but he was comfortable and got to read as much as he wanted to. He had sprung for satellite TV and internet, so he was never bored.
When Jim had quit, the head ranger had called Ted, asking if someone named Mandy Pralgue might be related to him, since the name was so rare. Ted had responded that she’d make a good intern without thinking it over and now he was nervous about it. Now his little sister was here, and both of them were stuck with each other for the summer. If it didn’t work out, she couldn’t leave until a permanent replacement was found. There had to be two people on duty at the tower. It was just that way.
When the girl got out of the Jeep, Ted thought there had been a change of plans. She couldn’t be his sister. His sister was a short, thin, pasty-skinned kid whose body just hadn’t matured like most girls. But this girl was tall, and, while slim, she had what were obviously large breasts and an ass to kill for. He noticed this as she bent over, reaching inside the jeep to haul out a big duffle bag. Her hair was long and brown, held back in a pony tail, and she was wearing big sunglasses.
His jaw dropped when she saw him, screamed, dropped her bag and bounded across the grass toward him. She almost knocked him over, giving him a big bear hug. He felt those big breasts pressing against his chest and smelled her fragrant hair as she babbled “Oh Teddy, I’ve missed you so much! And this is going to be so much fun! And thank you so much for letting me come! And I’m just SO HAPPY!”
“Mandy?” he said tentatively. She couldn’t be his sister. This … woman … was a Stone Fox Babe!
She stiffened and drew back. She whipped off the sunglasses. It WAS Mandy! She was wearing a halter top and he was staring down into the cleavage of those fabulous breasts. He frowned, aware that he was thinking things about his sister that were not proper. Mandy mis-read his frown. “What?!” she barked, looking unsettled. “Ted, don’t you EVEN try to tell me you changed your mind! I’m here and I’m staying! I won’t get back in that torture machine! If you think…”
Ted put one finger over her lips to stop her babbling. He glanced up at the ranger who had brought her up, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks, Jeff. I’ve got her from here.” Jeff rolled his eyes and said “Call us if you need anything … like a gag or something.” He laughed as Mandy fumed. Then he got in the Jeep and drove off.
Ted held Mandy at arm’s length. “Man oh man, Mandy. You’ve done a heap of growing up since I saw you last.” His eyes raked up and down her body.
Mandy had been about to say something, but the thought fled as she realized how her brother was looking at her. He was looking at her like the senior boys looked at her. Like a few of the male teachers looked at her. Like the men down at the barber shop looked at her when she walked by. She knew what they were thinking when they looked at her like that. They were imagining her naked.
She didn’t much care for that from them, but when Ted looked at her that way she felt butterflies in her stomach. It felt nice. Then she thought “No WAY! Ted doesn’t want me like they do. He’s my big brother!” She felt a little ashamed that she’d jumped to that conclusion and poked him in the chest to break the mood. “Of COURSE I’ve grown up you ninny!” she yelled. “That’s what happens when your big brother abandons you and goes off to find his fortune. You HAVE to grow up so you can take care of yourself.” She grinned.
That grin was gone by the time she had lugged her duffle bag to the top of the tower. He’d said that if she was so grown up she could carry her bag herself. Then he made some statement about how if she wasn’t in shape now, she sure would be within a couple of weeks. After climbing 40 flights of stairs with the duffle bag, she believed it. She’d either be in shape or dead. Now all she had to do was get it through the big trap door in the bottom of the big box at the top of the tower. Her brother had gone on ahead and left it open. She heaved the bag up through the hole and dragged her tired panting body after it. She flopped on her back on the floor beside the trap door, gasping for air.
Ted had gone ahead for three reasons. First, he’d been on the ground for over half an hour, and he needed to do a quick visual sweep of the forest for smoke. Second, he knew Mandy would need something cool to drink when she finally got up there. Third, every time he looked down at her, he saw those heaving breasts, bulging in their thin supporting cover. When he felt his dick start to stiffen he flushed and knew he had to get out of sight quickly. He heard her climb through the door and turned to see her lying on her back. His eyes were drawn to those fabulous tits. They were not lying down along her sides. They didn’t sag at all. They were proudly straining against the halter top as she tried to get air into her lungs. He turned around to get her drink.
It was going to be a long summer.
When she recovered, Ted showed her around the hooch. There wasn’t much to show. It was a two room affair. The larger room was the relaxation area, with a couple of easy chairs, a TV/VCR/DVD combination and a weight bench. Off in one corner there was a toilet that had a curtain that could be drawn around it. In another corner was a small kitchen. Along one wall was a staircase that disappeared upward into the ceiling. The smaller room wasn’t really a separate room as much as it was separated from the main room by a wall with a large doorway at one end. This room was almost completely filled with two single beds, more or less side by side and only a foot apart because the other sides were against the walls. “It isn’t much” said Ted “But it’s only for the summer. At least for you.”
Mandy grinned. “It’s a little like camping out, only better. AND … I get to spend time with my favorite brother.” She launched herself at him again, hugging him. He tilted sideways, couldn’t correct and they both fell onto one of the beds. Mandy was on top of him, her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Her legs were apart, while his were together, and that placed her pussy right on top of the bulge of his cock. Their faces were only inches apart. Mandy felt that rush of heat in her loins as she realized what was pressing against her mound.
Feeling guilty she kissed her brother on his chin and finished “And I LIKE spending time with my big brother.” Then she struggled to get up, rubbing her body all over his. As she climbed off the bed she snuck a peek at what had been pressing against her and her jaw dropped as she saw a big bulge in his pants, part of which ran down the leg. She averted her gaze from what was obviously his penis, but that flush of heat attacked her again.
Next they climbed up to the observation room, which was on top of the hooch. Mandy could see for miles and miles. She could see the whole forest and the mountains beyond. He showed her the big fixed binoculars that swiveled on a stand, and could be used to see as much as 30 miles away. He showed her the phone and radio gear they used to contact the headquarters. There were other things there that had to do with weather and all sorts of things that he said he’d explain later. Mandy looked out and down and saw a deep blue lake not far off. “Ooooo swimming!” she yipped. “I brought my new suit.”
“Well, it’s pretty cold this time of year, but in a few weeks it will be perfect. That’s where we take baths too, when we don’t take a whore’s bath here.
When she looked at him strangely he told her how, with a bowl of water and washcloth, you could get pretty clean without ever getting all that wet. “No showers around here” he said. “We have to truck in water, so we don’t waste any. Just for drinking. The water for the toilet comes from the lake and is pumped up by windmill. And by the way, don’t flush more than once. It goes into a big underground tank and they don’t like having to pump it out more than once a year. Anyway, if you want to bathe, just go swimming. That’s what we do and it works pretty well.
They settled in, brother teaching sister how to keep watch over the forest, how to spot smoke, how to determine what was causing the smoke, how to report it, and so on.
And at night they slept, side by side, no more than two feet apart, though in separate beds. That closeness caused problems, however. For Ted it caused problems because he traditionally slept in the nude. With Mandy there he had to get naked after the lights were out, and quietly, so she wouldn’t know what he was doing.
Also, while she aroused sexual feelings in him, he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t, say, beat his meat furiously while only 24 inches away from her.
Mandy, for her part, was a healthy young woman, who also liked to stroke herself to orgasm, but she too was inhibited by her brother being so close to her when it was dark and she could touch herself. And it got worse because they could actually smell each other’s arousal, though neither recognized the odor that was driving both of them crazy.
So, a week into the summer, when they found they were shouting at each other, Ted stopped suddenly. Knowing that if he didn’t get a load off his balls he’d turn into a maniac, he suggested that Mandy take some time off and go swimming. That would get her out of the hooch long enough so he could relieve the pressure. That also appealed to her, because the one time she’d had a chance to take a whore’s bath she hadn’t felt like she had long enough to do it well when she heard her brother coming back down from the observation room. She dug into her drawers and held up something shockingly pink. “Turn around” she ordered.
“What?” he said, looking at what looked like some strings or rope in her hands.
“I said turn around! I want to put on my new suit and there’s no place to change.”
He started to tell her to go behind the curtained toilet enclosure, but sighed and decided not to fight about it. He turned and stared at the wall while he heard the rustling of her clothing behind him. His imagination worked on his cock yet again. He couldn’t wait until she was out of the room so he could shoot a wad of spooge ten feet.
“OK” she said. “Gosh, it seems smaller than when I tried it on at the store.”
Ted turned around and almost choked. His sister was wearing what amounted to two small triangles that covered her nipples, though the cloth was so thin that those nipples plainly showed through. There was a string that went around her waist, and each end attached to one side of a piece of the same material that was just wide enough to cover her pussy lips. It went down and back. As she turned to look at herself he saw it was a thong, and that her entire buttocks were bare. She might as well have been naked. Ted’s cock slammed to full attention, making a plainly visible tent in his shorts. He was still standing there staring at her when she realized he hadn’t said anything and looked at him.
The first thing Mandy saw was the huge bulge in the front of her brother’s pants. She knew the suit was brief. If her mother had known she bought it she’d have just shit. But her mother didn’t know. “You can’t tell Mom I got this suit” she blurted out. Then some female instinct, and the look on Ted’s face, made her say “What do you think? Do you like it?”
Ted gulped, realized his hardon was showing and covered it with both hands. This wasn’t working out like he wanted it to. “Um … well … yes, I’d have to say I like it. But it’s awfully small … isn’t it? I mean you aren’t going to go out in public in that, right?”
Mandy felt a surge of relief and pride. “Well, I certainly didn’t get it to make my brother get a hard on!” She laughed as he blushed. “But thank you.” she went on. “I really thought it covered more. But it’s fine for out here, right?”
“Yeah, sure, no problem” he said. “Go try it out. Now. The lake’s that way.” he pointed.
Mandy thought it was strange that he was obviously trying to get rid of her. Most guys would want her to stay around, right? Unless it really was making him horny and that made him uncomfortable. Yeah, that was probably it. She skipped down the stairs and headed off toward the lake.
By the time she was at ground level, Ted had gone upstairs, swiveled the bench mounted binoculars toward the lake and had his dick in his hand. He saw a flash of pink as she ran down to the lake. He trained the binoculars on the small beach of sand they’d had dropped by chopper at one end of the lake. She came into view, clearly visible in the powerful binocs. He started stroking.
Mandy felt free and unconcerned in the deep forest. Knowing there was no one around for miles she decided not to get her new suit dirty. With three flicks of her fingers the suit drifted to the sand. The water looked great.
Ted’s hand froze on his aching penis when he saw his sister get naked. Her high upturned breasts were white and firm looking. Those nipples which had shown so clearly through the cloth of the suit were bright pink. His cock lurched as she stretched and he saw that she had shaved her pubic hair, leaving only two fat pink lips hanging down between her legs. They were long enough that a guy could actually suck them into his mouth and chew on them. He started to stroke again, feeling the cum rising from his balls. His baby sister was Playboy quality. He winced as she dove into the water, knowing it was probably still only about fifty degrees this early in the summer.
Mandy almost drowned when she hit the water in her dive. The cold water prevented her from breathing at all, which is what saved her from gasping out air and sucking in a load of water. She floundered in the water and paddled back to the beach to stand up shivering in ankle deep water.
Ted stared at his sister’s breasts as the first jet of cum arched out of his cock. Her pretty pink nipples were now standing out at least half an inch and they looked delicious. He couldn’t decide if, given the chance, he’d suck on them or her pussy lips first. Because he was looking through the big glasses, he couldn’t aim his cock, and his spooge flew everywhere, shooting three feet in some instances as he gazed at his gorgeous sister. He watched as she bent over and soaped up her body and then winced again as she dunked herself to rinse off. She started up the hill, pink suit in hand. He left the glasses and frantically looked around for all his sperm, wiping it up with a dirty shirt wherever he found it.
He didn’t realize he missed a whole line that had hit the wall and was dripping down toward the floor. He managed to get back down to the living quarters and was writing a report when Mandy reached the top of the stairs. Now that she was used to the climb she was only breathing deeply. The bikini was back on her body, but her nipples were still completely erect. She didn’t seem to notice.
“Good swim?” he said, acting as if he didn’t know.
“You warned me it was cold. I forgot. I won’t EVER forget that again.” she said brightly. “I’m going to change clothes. Don’t look for a minute, OK?”
“Sure.” He turned his head so it LOOKED like he wasn’t watching her, but in his peripheral vision he saw smooth skin and pink as she raised her arms and slipped into a T shirt. He almost gasped as he realized she wasn’t putting on panties when she stepped into her cargo shorts and buttoned them up.
That night a storm rolled in. Dark clouds hung low to the earth and visibility was cut to a few hundred yards. Ted sighed. Storms made for long nights and sometimes uncomfortable ones too. The wind drove rain through cracks and gaps in the sides of the hooch. The breaker box had to be shut down so it didn’t draw lightning, which meant everything had to go to battery power. That meant no lights except for an oil lamp.
He broke the news to Mandy and suggested an early night. They fixed a quick meal, battened down the place, cut the juice and sat in the small pool of light cast by the lantern as thunder began to roll and lightning flashed. They talked for a little while and then decided to go to bed. It had gotten cold too, unseasonably cold. Ted turned down the lamp, climbed in his bunk and pulled the sheet over him. As he tried to get his shorts off a bolt of lightning flashed and he saw Mandy frozen in the act of dropping her shorts. Then there were two more flashes in a row and he saw she was diving into her own bed. He remembered she wasn’t wearing panties under those shorts, so all she had on now was the T shirt. He got his own shorts off, but was painfully erect when he was done. Beating his meat once hadn’t been enough. At least the storm would drown out sounds he made, so he could spank that monkey again. He had taken only two strokes on his rigid member when the storm broke over the tower with a vengeance.
Ted’s bed was against the outside of the hooch. Mandy’s was against the wall of the stairs that went up to the observation room. Ted’s wall might as well not have been there, considering how much water came blasting through the cracks and crevices in it. His sheet and bed were soaked in minutes.
Cursing he tried to remember where his sleeping bag was, and the waterproof sheet he’d have to wrap around it. Mandy heard him cursing and asked what was wrong. As he got out of his wet bed and began searching for the matches to re-light the lantern, Mandy watched as the lightning spotlighted her older brother’s naked body. She goggled as she realized he was not only naked, but his penis was standing out, almost as if it were erect. It hung towards the floor, but not straight down. She squinted, trying to see better. It looked awfully large to her inexperienced eyes, but she only got a flicker of a look before the world went dark again. Again she felt that strange warmth between her legs and in her abdomen. She heard Ted run into something in the dark and then his curse as he fell.
“TED … FORGET IT, JUST COME TO BED.” she yelled over the storm.
“I CAN’T FIND THE DAMN MATCHES” he yelled back. “I FOUND THE SLEEPING BAG BUT I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT THE WATERPROOF SHEET.” he howled.
“I SAID FORGET IT!!” she yelled louder. “MY BED IS DRY AND YOU’RE FREEZING .. JUST COME TO BED WITH ME!”
In the next flash of lightning she saw him bent over, feeling in front of him with one hand as he came toward her. He had a large bulge of something under his other arm. Then he was standing between the beds, beside her. “I’LL PUT THE SLEEPING BAG OVER US LIKE A BLANKET.” he yelled. “I GRABBED A TOWEL TOO. I DON’T WANT TO CRAWL IN THERE WET.” She felt the weight of the big bag go over her and it got warmer immediately.
He was drying off and she could sense, more than see the towel moving as he rubbed his body with it. There was a flash of lightning and there, not a foot from her face, was his penis.
She would remember that stark white vision for the rest of her life. She saw every detail and it burned into her mind. He was uncircumcised, something she’d never even thought about. His cock was long and thick, with veins all over it, running in lines that were raised above the rest of the skin. His foreskin didn’t quite cover the head, which looked like a one-eyed eel coming out of a cave or something. It looked dangerous, like a weapon. It thrilled her to the bone and she felt a rush of heat deep in her belly.
Sensing he was about done she lifted the sheet and he slid in. She scooted over against the wall, but his body still pressed firmly against hers, pinning her to the wall. He was cold. She snaked her arms around him, sharing her body warmth with him and he shivered.
They didn’t have to shout any more. “Sorry” he said, shivering some more. “I guess you didn’t bank on this.”
“I don’t mind” she said back, tucking her face into his neck and breathing warm air on him. “You’re my brother and I love you. Besides, if you get sick I have to do all the work.”
He chuckled. Then he shivered. “You’re so warm” he moaned into her neck.
She ran her hands all over his back, trying to generate some heat by friction. One hand slid onto his cold hard butt. “You’re so naked” she said in his ear.
He sighed. “You weren’t supposed to find out about that. It’s a habit and it feels all wrong to have anything on when I sleep now. I’m really sorry.”
“Wait til I tell my girlfriends that I had to sleep in the same bed with a naked man during my internship. They’ll think it was at the White House. They both laughed. She snuggled against him. “But if this is the worst that happens all summer I think I can live with it.
While they talked they had unconsciously begun moving their bodies against each other, not quite writhing, but definitely rubbing against each other. As he warmed up a little, Ted could feel her breasts against his chest. They were hot and soft. He stroked her back too and, like her, his hand strayed down past the shirt and onto her naked butt cheek. “Uh … looks like I’m not the only one who’s kind of naked.” he said into her hair.
Mandy felt something moving between her legs. Both of his hands were on her back. Well, one was on her back and one was sending shocks through her from her naked butt cheek.
That left only one thing that could move all by itself.
Her breath caught in her throat. Suddenly she wished she didn’t have on the T shirt. “They say that the best way to warm up is … skin to skin. Do you want me to …?” she said.
Ted knew he was in trouble.
He had felt his cock start to grow when he realized he was fondling his baby sister’s naked ass. He knew she was going to feel it too, if she hadn’t already. He knew she’d figure out what it was. Her offer to get completely naked with him only made it harder. “Mandy, sweetie? Um, something’s about to happen and I don’t want you to misunderstand it, or get mad about it, but I can’t help it.”
“I know” she said softly into his neck. “I’m not mad. I’ll take it as a compliment. Do you need me to take my shirt off or not?”
“I won’t lie to you honey. I want you to take it off … but maybe not just to warm up. Do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.” she said. Then she pushed him backward. He almost fell out of the bed as she struggled into a half sitting position and stripped the shirt off over her head. Then they were cuddling again under the covers, her now naked breasts pressed firmly to his chest. She snuggled her face back into his neck. “I love you too much to hate you just for being … male.”
They rubbed against each other some more. When she’d sat up his hard cock had flopped up against his abdomen and now it was sandwiched between their stomachs.
“You feel good” she murmured.
Ted stroked her now naked back, no longer feeling bad about rubbing his hand down on her buttocks. “You feel good too.” he said. “Your breasts feel like they’re on fire.” he said candidly.
“They feel so good pressed against you.” she said. “I’d never had believed I would feel this way, but I do. And your … cock. It feels so big and it’s hot too! It makes me want to touch it.”
“Have you touched a lot of them?” he said, rubbing her ass.
“I’ve never even touched ONE before” she said back. “And I’ve never had one touch me anywhere either. That’s what makes it so weird. The first one I ever feel and it’s my big brother’s! That’s weird enough, but the crazy part is I don’t even feel like there’s anything wrong with it. It just feels … right somehow.” I mean I’m HORNY for pity’s sake. And I’m horny for my own BROTHER!! How weird is that?”
“Well … not so weird as you might think.” he said in her ear. “I mean I’m the one with the hardon. And … I … uh … sort of … watched you … this afternoon … while you were swimming.”
“Watched me?” she said.
“In the binoculars. The big ones.” he confessed. “I got a hardon then too. You were so beautiful. I was hard as a rock.”
“You’re so sweet” she said, pressing her belly against his cock. “We’re awfully cramped in here” she said, conversationally. “One of us needs to be on top of the other.”
His hand stopped in it’s journey down her back. “I … Ah … don’t think it would be a good idea for me to get on top of you Mandy.” he said.
“I know. You’re too heavy, you big fat pig” she said. She wiggled and rolled and climbed up on top of him. Her legs fell to each side of his. Now her pussy was lying on top of his balls. He gasped as her weight fell on them, squashing them painfully.
“I’m not the fat one” he groaned. “You’re crushing my nuts.”
“Oh!” she said and moved her body up his. That put her pussy right on the bottom of his cock and her face right above his. “That’s better” she sighed as she ground her pussy down onto his cock.
“Mandy, if you keep doing that something’s going to happen.” he said.
“I sure as hell hope so,” she said. Then she dropped her face and kissed him. Her lips were soft and warm and he responded with passion. Soon their tongue tips were warring with each other. She began rubbing her pussy on his cock more urgently.
“Teddy?” she moaned.
“What baby?” he moaned back.
“I’m confused. It’s like there’s something wrong with me, and I can tell there is something wrong, but I can’t tell what. I need something Teddy. I’m all empty inside and I need something. But I don’t know what I need. I’ve never done this before. Something’s happening inside me. I think I need … I need your cock Teddy. Inside me.”
“Ohhh sweetie” he groaned. “I want to do that too baby, but I don’t have anything here. It would be too dangerous without a rubber.”
“Teddy” her voice was stronger now, louder. “I don’t care about that right now. I NEED you or I’m going to just curl up and DIE!”
She reached between them and firmly grasped his prick. It was rock hard now, and a good eight inches long. She marveled at how hard it felt and wondered if she could even get the thing inside her. She lifted and, by instinct, placed the tip between her engorged pussy lips.
It felt fabulous already. She took her hand away, kissed her brother again, and began to impale herself onto his big-brother prick.
About a hundred things went through Mandy’s brain as her pussy gobbled the first four inches of her brother’s stiff rod. One was that she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Another was that this wasn’t anything like she’d dreamed it would be. Another was that there was supposed to be pain the first time – everybody said so. Another was that the thing that was going inside her might actually make her pregnant in a few seconds. Another was that the storm was as wild and violent as her emotions were right then.
Then the fact that she actually HAD four inches of cock in her penetrated her brain and washed everything else out. It didn’t hurt. In fact it felt absolutely fantastic! Without thinking, she hunched down hard and her brother’s rampant penis slid all the way in her. The fact that there was a stroke of lightning right then – a close one – with almost immediate thunder that shook the whole tower, wasn’t lost on Mandy and Ted.
For Mandy, the flash was like the flash of orgasmic pleasure she felt when the tip of her brother’s cock kissed her cervix and peeked into her womb. She couldn’t believe how good it felt.
For Ted, the thunder was like the breaking of a dam, behind which lay a sea of pent up semen and sperm. When his sister’s hot pussy slid all the way onto his cock, that dam burst and he immediately began breeding her by flushing her womb full to overflowing with thick rich seed. His grunts of pleasure were drowned out by the thunder and rain, and the spurts he delivered seemed to have the power of the storm as they rampaged out of his cock and ravaged her pussy.
Even though Mandy had never had sex, she knew that that flood of heat and wet inside her was her brother’s sperm. She was so much in love with her lover right then that the feeling of that offering caused her to have her own orgasm. She tensed as her pussy clutched at the invading penis. Her hug was fierce. Her pelvis vibrated, not knowing how to fuck, but wanting to coax even more of that life-giving nectar out of his cock and into her womb.
Together, the two of them lay as if made of stone, neither moving on the outside, frozen in the strobing flashes of lightning. All the activity was on the inside as his penis worked to provide what her egg so desperately sought, and her pussy muscles began an instinctive milking action to draw that essence of love out. They lay frozen like that for several minutes before they both sagged, limp in each other’s arms. She lay her head on his chest, perfectly comfortable with his penis plugging her sex. He panted for air, her weight making it more difficult to catch his breath, but he being unwilling to disturb his new lover. They slept in the midst of chaos.
Mandy woke to sunlight and silence. No, there was noise, but it was all birds and the wind in the trees and things like that. She felt her brother’s naked body under her and her conscious mind went immediately to her loins. She flexed newly exercised muscles and felt the ache left by honest work. His penis had fallen out of her in the night and she somehow felt empty. She raised her head and her hair fell over his face, waking him with the tickle. She pulled her hair back and lay her face down on his chest again.
“I love you” she said softly.
“I love you too Mandy” came the rumble of her brother’s voice. “I’ve always loved you”.
She lifted her head again and looked in his eyes. “No. I mean I’m IN LOVE with you” she said. “I mean that after last night I can’t live without you.”
He smiled. “That might be just a tad bit extreme.”
She didn’t smile. Instead, she levered herself up, throwing the sleeping bag off of them and standing unsteadily on the floor. “This place is a mess” she said, looking around. She walked around, picking things up off the wet floor. She paid no attention to the fact that she was naked in front of her brother. When she turned around he was lying on his back, one arm behind his head. His naked body was in full view. He was hard again.
“Have you no shame?” she teased.
“Have you no clothes?” he said. “That’s the only way it will go down … if you cover up that gorgeous body.”
She stood there, hands on hips. “I know another way to make it go down.”
He smiled. Then frowned. “I can’t just call the ranger station and ask them to send out a box of condoms.”
She didn’t smile “Four or five boxes of condoms.” she corrected.
“What are we going to do Mandy?” he looked at her helplessly.
“We’ll think of something. Right now we need to fix some breakfast. For some reason I’m famished. And don’t you have a report to make?”
He bounded out of bed. “Should we get dressed?” he said.
“I think there are more important things to do first.” she answered.
They inspected the damage to the tower and the grounds around it. There was something liberating about doing normal routine tasks while stark naked, except for boots. Ted was mostly hard all the time, because he kept sneaking peeks at his sister. She seemed to have better self control and got more done than he did. While he did a visual sweep and assembled a report to call in, Mandy made breakfast. They ate in silence, staring out into the lush forest in the sunlight of a new day. Mandy took their plates and went back downstairs. Ted heard things being moved around down there, but finished his report and called it in without investigating. He heard his sister calling him.
When he got to the cabin level he could see she had done some furniture rearranging. She had dragged the two beds out of the small bedroom and put them in the middle of the relaxation room. The two mattresses had been put side by side running crossways on the frames, which made what amounted to something not quite as big as a queen sized bed. The weight bench and one easy chair had been moved into the old bedroom.
His sister was lying in the bed on her back. Her knees were drawn up and apart so he was staring right into her pussy. She was pulling on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, squeezing them, mauling them.
“Come here” she demanded. “I need you.”
By the time he got to the bed he was hard as stone. But he stopped. “Mandy, sweetheart. I love you and I want to do this, but it’s too dangerous. We need to take some time and think things over.”
She held her hand out to him. “I HAVE thought it over. I want to keep doing what we did last night.”
“Mandy, think about this. What would we tell Mom and Dad if I sent you home knocked up? They’d just KILL us.”
“I have thought about this. I want to have your baby.” she said.
Ted’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious.” he said.
She dropped one hand to her pussy and slicked a finger in and out of it several times. “What we did last night made me feel complete. I’ve never felt so loved, and so safe, and so happy as I did last night in the middle of a horrible storm. I want you IN me. I want you in me a LOT. I want my belly to swell with your baby … OUR baby. I want to feed that baby and you with milk from my breasts. I want to be YOUR lover and YOUR woman and I want you to be MY man and the father of my babies. I have a plan for what to tell the folks when I get home. We don’t need any condoms and if you ever get any I’ll poke holes in them while you’re up watching the forest. Now come HERE. I said I NEED you.”
Her speech had the intended effect on Ted. Once she’d coaxed him into the saddle and gotten his fat prick buried in her belly, he didn’t last sixty seconds. He only made three or four strokes before he blew his wad deep in her. That was fine with her. It gave her the opportunity to claim that he owed her one.
Ted didn’t have a chance. Mandy played him like a trout. She wore little, if anything while in the tower, and insisted he stay naked too. If she crooked a finger at him, within a minute or less he was rutting away, trying to fuck her brains out and planting yet another load of his hot jizz in her pussy. If she was picking things up, she managed to display her puffy pussy to him, driving him crazy. She took the most erotic whore’s baths he’d ever seen and almost always ended up on her back, legs spread for her big brother as soon as she dropped the sponge.
But her specialty was to simply lie on the bed, legs spread, arms out, saying in that husky voice she could use so well “I need you Teddy.”
In truth it took him nearly a whole week to learn how to control himself enough to give her orgasms before he blew his nuts in her. It was hit and miss. Sometimes he had enough control to give her two and sometimes three orgasms before he’d allow himself to cum. On other occasions he’d blow his cork as he was sliding into her clasping pussy. For her part she just reveled in being soaked in his sperm.
They settled into a routine of watching the forest, reading or watching TV and fucking like rabbits. Mandy wrote letters home at the rate of two a week.
Two weeks after she’d arrived she announced that she was going to town. She called the ranger station and arranged for a jeep to pick her up at the bottom of the hill. She hiked down and then back up when she got back late that evening. She had a rucksack full of things she’d purchased and told Ted she’d mailed all their letters. Every two weeks, like clockwork, she made that trip to town, hiking down the mountain and back up. She was in fabulous shape.
Six weeks after she’d arrived she was lying on top of her brother, riding his hard cock gently while he sucked on her nipples. “Mmmm that feels just wonderful” she said for maybe the thousandth time.
“Mmpff” replied her brother.
“You know, I missed my period last week” she said conversationally.
Ted spat out the nipple and said “Oh shit.”
Mandy put her face next to his. “Are you saying you don’t love our child?”
He made a face as she squeezed his cock. “Mandy, honey, you know better than that. I’m just trying to figure out how we’re going to explain all this to our parents. You aren’t even out of High School yet. What are we going to tell them?”
“I’ve already told them.” she said as she pushed down hard, getting his cock as high up in her as she could. “They just don’t know it yet.”
“What do you mean?” Ted said as he gritted his teeth. He was trying not to pop his cork in her just yet.
“I have a boy friend, silly” she said, riding him faster. “His name is Ronny” She rode even faster now, wanting to feel his spunk shooting in her and knowing he was trying to hold back. “I go see him every two weeks when I do the shopping and mail our letters.” Now she was slamming up and down on his hard pole. “I’ve fallen in love with him, just like all my friends have fallen in love with their boy friends.” She put her face down and hissed in his face. “Cum in me Ronny, I want to feel you squirting in my pussy baby.”
Ted lost it and bathed her pussy in hot sticky cum. As he panted to get his breath she told him about how Ronny was going to move away with his parents at the end of the summer, after she found out she was pregnant, and after it was too late to contemplate ending the pregnancy. It would be too bad. Another teenage girl, alone and pregnant. So sad. She’d have to get her GED and find a job and some place to live. She had a feeling that her brother might let her live with him for a while, taking pity on her.
Wasn’t he due to rotate on to other ranger duties?
Wouldn’t he be given a cottage to live in?
Couldn’t she work for one of the vendors in the park?
They spent the next two weeks making sure she really was pregnant
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A gentle fucking turns into a deep throating
This was a story that I was asked to write and am now finally posting it
A couple get to have a threesome with the teen girl they have both lusted after
Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Maddie discovers a hidden talent.
Asian wife and husband find new thrills in her prostitution.
Time to explore that backdoor.
Its… gone.
Back home, but with a passenger.
For the first time in my life I write a story voluntarily. With this being said I like the stories I have read and was wondering if I also could pull it of to make a ‘’interesting’’ one. So here goes nothing I guess…
My Stepdaughter (Part 2)
In the first part of this story I had sex with my stepdaughter one night when she came home falling down drunk. It started out as just helping her into bed but once I got her clothes off my hormones took over and I started thinking with my other head. (If you know what I mean) Well, long story short, she got pregnant and she thought it was her boyfriend’s baby. I can’t say for sure that it isn’t but she says that they always use protection and I, obviously, didn’t. I told her that whatever she did, her mother and I were behind her 100% and my wife thought I was the most wonderful husband in the world for being so supportive. After this, my sex life with my wife picked up quite a bit so I was feeling guilty on quite a few levels.
She decided to have the baby despite the protestations of her boyfriend and nine months later the family was presented with a beautiful baby girl. We took a vote and decided to call her Megan. I say the family because her boyfriend was no longer in the picture. He decided that he wasn’t ready to become a father and he moved to Colorado for what he said was a job opportunity. The Girls got quite angry with me for supporting his choice not to “stand up to his obligations” but I explained that no father at all was better than a bad one and they accepted my logic. The truth was that he was talking about a paternity test and if everyone found out that the baby wasn’t his, the shit would hit the fan.
Becca, (My daughter) stayed at home for the first few months after she had the baby so she could recover from her post-partum trauma. This was OK with me because I got to see my daughter every day and I fell hopelessly in love with her. My wife, once again, thought I was the most wonderful husband in the world and our sex life remained very active. Becca got her figure back very quickly except for her breasts that were almost twice the size of her pre pregnancy ones. I had to hide the erection I got every time she would breast feed in front of me. I wanted to suck on her tits so badly I could taste it. As I told you in the first story, I am a consultant for some aerospace companies so I have as much free time as I want. I ended up babysitting for Megan whenever Becca went out of the house and when she went back to work; we set up a schedule where I would take care of the baby till she got home.
Becca decided to get her own apartment and her mother and I helped out with the rent till she could afford to pay it all herself. She had a friend take care of Megan in the morning and I would take the afternoon shift. This arraignment eliminated the exorbitant child care costs so Becca could get back on her financial feet more quickly.
Every afternoon when Becca got out of work, I was there with Megan. As I told you in the first story, my wife went out of town quite a bit and so I sometimes stayed for dinner which allowed me to be there when Megan went to bed. Becca and I got very close and I would sometimes stop over the apartment when my wife was out of town for the weekend.
One Saturday I stopped by and when Becca opened the door I could tell that she had been crying.
“What’s wrong” I asked putting my arm around her.
“That asshole Scott called this morning and wants to see Megan” She said with a look of hate in her eyes.
“That doesn’t seem fair” I said “leaving town for the birth with no support and wanting to just show up any time he wants. What do you want to do?” I asked
“I told him to Fuck Off and that he was never to show his face around Megan EVER” She said, getting angrier by the minute.
“Ok, now calm down. Do you have a number to reach him at” I asked. She went over to the kitchen counter, snapped up a small piece of paper and handed it to me.
“Give me a minute” I said taking my cell phone out and moving over to the couch in the living room. After about five minutes I came back and told Becca that I had just talked to my attorney and he would call us back in about an hour.
Becca went about making lunch and about an hour and a half later my cell phone rang.
I answered it and listened for a few minutes while Becca was looking on expectantly. When I hung up the phone I took Becca by the hand and moved over to the couch. We sat down and I explained what had just happened.
“Ok, the short and the long of it is that you will probably never hear from Scott again.
After my attorney explained to him that visitation privileges come along with support responsibilities and what the overall cost of that support would be till Megan reached eighteen years old, Scott agreed to sign over all custody and parental rights to you.”
Becca smiled and threw her arms around me kissing me hard on the mouth. The kiss lasted only a second or two but when it ended we were both starring at one another wondering how each other felt about it.
“You’re the best. Why can’t all men be like you” She said as she leaned forward and kissed me again. This kiss was softer and our arms went around each other as we continued the, now very passionate, kiss. I looked over and Megan was fast asleep in the play pen and then looked back at Becca. I was about to say something about how wrong this was when she put her finger on my lips and kissed me again. Our tongues met and we were soon touching each other like lovers. The kiss ended and she knelt in front of me looking up at me with lust in her eyes.
“We can’t do this” I said
“Your mouth is saying no but” and she put her hand on my crotch and grabbed my now erect cock through my pants “this is saying something else.” As she began rubbing my crotch and unbuckling my pants. A few seconds later she had my pants down around my ankles and my erection was standing only inches from her face. She started to stroke it as she moved up and kissed me on the mouth again. The kiss ended and without another word she lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth. I leaned back, closed my eyes and allowed her to stroke and suck me for what seemed like hours but was really only a few minutes. During this time she had somehow gotten her pants and panties off and before I knew it she was kneeling on the couch lowering herself onto me.
“Oh my God” I said as she slowly moved my cock in and out of her very wet pussy.
I started to move my hips up to meet her and, as I did, she threw her head back and let out a loud moan. I could feel her cum running out of her and onto my balls and eventually the leather couch. I started pumping faster and said: “I’m going to cum” She quickly got off of me and put her mouth on my cock just as I shot stream after stream of cum. She swallowed most of it and when she looked up at me she had some of my sperm on the side of her mouth and chin. She used her tongue and finger and cleaned it off then looked up and smiled.
“This was so wrong” I said “We should not be doing this”
“Too late now” she said as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. A minute later the two of us were naked and after putting a condom on my, now fully erect, cock we began fucking and sucking each other till we both collapsed in exhaustion. The baby finally woke up and Becca went out to feed and change her then moved the playpen in so we could continue our lovemaking.
I stayed the night and when I got back home, the phone was ringing. It was my wife and she told me what time her plane was getting in and asked where I was the night before because she called several times. I told her that Becca wanted to go out with her friends and so I babysat and she got home so late that I slept on the couch. She told me what a wonderful husband and father I was and once again reminded me what time her plane was landing.
Becca and I continued to have sex whenever we could and constantly when my wife was out of town. I told Becca that this could not go on much longer that eventually we would get caught. She said that she had thought about it and had a plan to make everyone happy.
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“Amber, please quit sleeping in my class again.” Some of the students giggled at the desperate look on Mr. Reed’s face. The students didn’t know that I had heard every word and neither did my teacher. I opened my eyes.
“Mr. Reed, I was only closing my eyes so I could listen and process your words better.” He sighed heavily.
“Okay, so your next assignment is to write the beginning of a story so about two paragraphs long. The one I think is the most interesting and best written automatically gets an one hundred on your next quiz grade.” I smiled at the idea that came into my head. I knew exactly what my story was going to be about. Mr. Reed continued. “So for the next fifteen minutes of class I’ll let you all get started. Since its a short assignment it’ll be due tomorrow.”
I began to write.
“ I thought back to the first time. The looks we gave each other in public became something more. We were touching each other, innocently holding hands. Then suddenly, he was pushing his cock past my hymen. I had cried out in pain. He had told me that the pain would go away soon and it did. A few moments later I was begging for him to thrust into me. He had started off slow and then he was fucking me harder and faster until we were both thrusting as hard and as fast as we could. I had cum several times that night and so had he….
Now, I was standing in front of his house, looking for a repeat of last week. I knocked only once. I hadn’t even put my hand down from knocking when he opened the door. Our bodies collided as we ripped off each other’s clothes. We didn’t even bother going to the bedroom or closing the door.
“‘Amber, I have waited a whole week for this.'” I nodded and didn’t speak until we were both cumming together. I screamed his name.
“‘Mr. Reed!'”
This may be the most stupid idea I’ve ever had but I had to do something. I have been lusting over him all year. It was already December.
The bell rung and some students handed in their finished paper. We all grabbed our stuff and started to file out the classroom. Since I was in the back of the classroom, I was usually the last of the students to leave.
“Oh, Amber?” I turned back around to face the teacher. I gulped when I noticed no one else was in the classroom.
“Yes, Mr. Reed?”
“I noticed you were working hard on the writing assignment. May I read it?”
“No!… I mean I want you to read it when I’m done, I still have some editing to do.”
“I see… Well, I’ll look forward to reading it tomorrow then.”
“Yeah, well I have to get home. So I’ll see you later.” I rushed out of the classroom. I didn’t have enough guts to let him read it today but maybe tomorrow I will.
* * * * *
The next day I couldn’t focus on anything I was so nervous. Of course the day went by quickly since I was dreading my last period, Mr. Reed’s class. I thought about making another story not about my fantasys but I kind of wanted to see his reaction.
We were sitting in our seats and Mr. Reed was going through the rows of seats and collecting papers. When he finally came to my seat, the very last seat, he held out his hand for my paper. I quickly gave it to him before I could change my mind. I looked at his eyes as he put my paper on the bottom and shuffling through the first few papers. He looked down at me and then straight into my eyes. Usually I looked away when he looked at me, knowing that if I continued to look I’d be lost in those dark green eyes. But I didn’t look away now. He eyed me suspiciously because I actually looked back at him. Then, he walked away. He went to the front of the classroom.
“Okay, I don’t really want to start a new chapter on a Friday. So, I’m going to pick the best paper and you guys can just go ahead and finish your homework for other classes or more likely you guys can just talk for the rest of class. I don’t care just try and keep the noise level down.” All of the students were reminded why he was their favorite teacher.
I watched him as he read each paper. He must have felt me staring at him because he scanned all the students faces. His eyes stopped when he looked at me. He looked back down at his papers and shook his head at himself. I watched him read all of them until he finally got to mine. He adjusted in his seat then began reading. His face was emotionless as he read it. He put it down then looked back up at me. He went up to my desk.
“Amber, I need to see you after class.” I gulped and nodded. He didn’t show anything on his face, good or bad. He walked back to his his desk. In a few minutes the bell rung and everyone got their stuff and left quickly. I walked over to him slowly.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, I wanted to know why you sleep in my class.” I was confused why he wasn’t asking me about the story. I didn’t want to answer him but I knew I had nothing to lose now.
“I don’t actually sleep but I do close my eyes. I found out it’s a bit…distracting if I don’t.”
“How is it distracting?” I bit my lip.
“Well, sir, when I um look at you I get… what I mean is your very uh attractive and I tend to tune out what you are trying to say so I close my eyes.” This is so embarrassing! I just wanted to kill myself right then and there. Everything was silent and I didn’t even know it was possible to blush this much. I was too busy freaking out in my mind to realize that he had gotten up and came beside me.
“Oh thank God.” He pulled me closer to him and began to kiss me. I didn’t really know what was going on but I happily kissed him back. He pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. “I thought you didn’t even like me as a teacher. I was upset because I’ve wanted you this whole year.”
“Me too.” He began kissing me down my neck. He stepped back only to take off my shirt. His hands travelled down my body then went back up. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I moaned when his fingers lightly grazed my nipples.
“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“I haven’t even kissed a guy before you, I was always too busy with school for social things. But I want to give you everything I can. I want you to have all of me.” He sighed.
“Amber, I can’t take you like this. It’ll be your first time and it should at least be in a bed.” I nodded. “You should probably be getting home anyways.”
“The bus left, I’ll have to call someone.” I reached into my pocket for my phone. Mr. Reed waved his hand.
“I’ll take you home.”
“Are you sure?” The thought of being with him longer excited me.
“Of course.”
“Well, I need to go to my locker.”
“Come back when your done, I need to do a couple last minute things.” I nodded, gathered up the things to go into my locker and went into the hallway. I didn’t know what was going to happened between Mr. Reed and I but I couldn’t wait to find out.
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What happens when you save someone in a cemetery
Adrian, a young man of unparalleled intellect, has a plan to change the world, but there is one variable he never expected: having someone at his side.
a fantasy I had a 4 of being sexually molested.
Cheri is drunk on the couch in the dark waiting for her cheating husband to come home. In her alcohol fogged state she thinks that by demanding he fuck her he’ll remember how good at sex she is and stop cheating. But in the dark she can’t tell who is who…..
I liked pussy. A lot. But I had some other thoughts I didn’t entirely understand. A boring Tuesday night my freshman year in college and some beer and pool gave me an unexpected opportunity to explore those thoughts.
What Jenn did at the conference.
if i reach 85% or higher i will make a part 2 ENJOOOY!