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Star Wars: The Restricted Files – Chapter 4 – Aayla Secura

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Star Wars: The Restricted Files Part 4 – Aayla Secura
by Avatrek ([email protected])
Jacen, Jaina and Anakin Solo were on their way to the planet Bilbringi to meet their Jedi Master Uncle, Luke Skywalker, before travelling back to the Jedi training facility on Yavin 4. That wasn’t the big news however; the Solo siblings had found a most peculiar piece of historical data. A data chip with several files containing holovids of their grandparents, Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala doing things they never thought was possible. Not only had their grandfather taken advantage of his desperately horny Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, their own grandmother had been equally devious, caught having sex with the legendary Obi Wan Kenobi, right behind her husband’s back. If the data chip were to fall into the wrong hands, the entire Solo/Skywalker family and possibly the New Republic government and Jedi Order could fall apart. As damning as it could be, the three Solo siblings had been unable to stop watching the very intriguing videos. What had vexed the children the most was the fact that the holovids’ origins seemed to be a mystery, as was the manner in which the videos were recorded. Regardless, all the holovids so far had involved their grandparents and as far as they knew, all the holovids would revolve around them. Currently however, only Anakin and Jacen were on the bridge watching the next instalment because Jaina had decided to cool off with a nice long shower.
“It’s your loss, Jaina!” Jacen shouted back at his twin sister as he started up the next vid and got comfy along with his younger brother.
“I wonder who’s next?” Anakin said more to himself than to his brother as the holovid began playing.
“I hope its Ahsoka again… I can’t get enough of that tight orange ass!” Jacen replied with a smirk.
* * *
The Jedi Archives were usually fairly quiet in the early hours of morning and the morning Anakin Skywalker found himself walking silently through vast archives of the Jedi Order. He had a very important meeting he had to make; not with his Padawan Ahsoka Tano, who was going through some yearly testing in the lower levels of the Jedi Temple, but with the Twi’lek Jedi Master Aayla Secura. They had agreed to meet in the back of the archives, where they would have privacy from everyone, including the Archives Master, Jocasta Nu.
“Aayla… Are you there…” Anakin whispered into what appeared to be an empty hallway, using his Jedi powers to sense if she was near.
“Here Skywalker” Aayla whispered back, stepping out from behind a pillar to reveal herself. Like always, Master Aayla Secura’s appearance caught Anakin totally off guard; her slender yet muscular physique, distinct blue skin and tantalizing long lekkus made her nearly irresistible to every man. It wasn’t just her body and appearance that always caught him off guard however; Aayla Secura was probably the hottest member of the Jedi order. Her ample breasts, big juicy ass and tight stomach were only highlighted by the revealing outfit she always wore. The small black leather top and extremely tight black leather pants only emphasized her ample figures further.
* * *
“Wow… Wowwww! She’s even hotter than Ahsoka and Padme… Look at those titties and that ass!” Jacen said with a grin on his face.
“Yah… I hope Grandpa fucks that slut!” Anakin added with his hand down his pants already.
While Jacen and Anakin wowed at how gorgeous Jedi Master Aayla Secura was, Jaina Solo was in the process of cooling down with a long relaxing shower. The last holovid had caused her to take it to another step and actually remove her panties to allow easier access to her wet teenage pussy. She didn’t quite know why she was being so turned on by something that was obviously so wrong. She was impressed by how good she looked in the new outfit she had made for herself however, as she looked at herself in the bathroom’s mirror. Almost the mirror image of her mother at a younger age, Jaina Solo was gifted with nearly perfect looks, a gorgeous teenage body and an ability to use what she had to get what she wanted.
“God I’m hot!” Jaina said to herself as she pulled off her tube top to reveal her perky firm teenage breasts and small rosy pink nipples. The red leather fabric had been rubbing against her sensitive nipples since she had put the top on and now that she had finally taken it off, she could tell that the constant chaffing had seemingly aroused them. Jaina continued undressing; removing her boots, long white leggings and her short red leather skirt. Although her body was almost identical to her mother’s, her ass was not quite as big and juicy as Leia’s and her breasts were not nearly as well developed. Her teenage ass might not have been as round as her mothers, but Jaina had one of the tightest asses anyone could ever hope for and as she slipped out of her thong again and stepped into the hot shower, the urge to play with herself soon returned.
Back on the bridge, the holovid continued to play with both Jacen and Anakin completely absorbed in what was taking place in the Jedi Archives with their grandfather Anakin Skywalker and the Twi’lek Jedi Aayla Secura.
* * *
“What is it that you wanted to see me for Skywalker…? I have business to attend to today” Aayla asked Anakin in her slightly accented basic, after he made sure they were alone.
“It’s about Dathomir and what we did there” Anakin said, winking at Aayla to make sure she knew what he really meant. During an undercover mission on one of the mining and trading bases on the moon of Dathomir, Aayla and Anakin had worked together to reveal a secret plot by the Separatists to begin a major droid factory on that very moon. To help expose the plot, Anakin had taken on the identity of a seedy financer that would help oversee the transfer of funds from the Confederacy of Independent Systems to mining owners. While Anakin was involved in the financial dealings, Aayla was stationed as a Twi’lek dancer in the trading post in order to provide close support if there was any need. Aayla had been given basic Twi’lek dance instruction as a youngster before entering Jedi training, but even though she had had so little instruction so many years earlier, the Twi’lek dancing instinct every female of the species is born with shone through with her performances. Some nights Anakin got so caught up with Aayla’s erotic fully nude strip, he nearly forgot why he was there. In the end, the mission was a complete success after Anakin single-handedly discovered the Separatist backer, arrested him and closed the case without even the slightest help from Master Secura. For the fun of it, Anakin attended her final performance on stage and after a few drinks and some lessened inhibitions, Anakin and Aayla fucked right there in the trading post, right on stage in front of everyone. Believing both of their identities were kept confidential neither Anakin nor Aayla thought there would be any consequences. But after learning that his wife actually knew about the little affair, Anakin had to talk to Aayla about it when he met her in the archives that morning.
“You mean when we had sex in front of everyone on stage” Aayla said without the slightest bit of remorse or regret in her accented voice.
“Uhhh that would be it” Anakin whispered back, trying not to attract any attention to their discussion.
“We can say it was just a part of our cover Skywalker… Unless it was something more?” Aayla asked Anakin as her fingers moved up and down his forearm in a seductive fashion. “You know… That mission brought out something new in me… And I think I like it”
“Really… and what do you think we should do about it?” Anakin replied, looking down at Aayla’s cleavage and her perfect tits.
“Give into it of course!” Aayla said before leaning closer to kiss Anakin on the lips. Her hand moved from his forearm to his crotch and within a few seconds Anakin was already harder than a diamond. Anakin taken a little aback by Aayla’s forwardness on the matter embraced the Twi’lek beauty before grabbing her leather covered ass and squeezing.
“Right here, in the archives?” Anakin said after breaking off from the kiss Aayla had just given him. “You really like fucking in public places, don’t you?” Anakin said before ripping off Aayla’s top to reveal her amazing breasts and dark blue nipples. Anakin had to admit; fucking the Twi’lek beauty on stage, in front of everybody was probably the hottest thing he had ever done. Doing it in the back rows of the Jedi Archive was even more taboo, especially if they got caught, but all that excitement only added to the situation and the sexual friction now radiating off the two lovers.
“You know it makes me hot Skywalker!” Aayla replied, getting onto her knees to get to his pants. She quickly had them around his ankles and was pulling his hardened cock out before Anakin could even blink. Anakin just grabbed onto her two lekkus and hung on for the ride of his life as the blue Twi’lek Master sucked him off for ten solid glorious minutes.
* * *
While Anakin and Aayla Secura engaged in the most heinous act in one of the most sacred places in the Jedi Order, Jaina Solo was in the shower trying her hardest to fight the wave of horniness that had swept over her only moments earlier. She tried to close her eyes and think of other things, but the harder she tried the harder it was for her to let go. Giving up on forgetting about it, she slowly moved two fingers down her tight stomach towards her wet teenage snatch. As the water poured down her glistening teenage body, she grasped one of her small firm breasts and began massaging it while her other hand began massaging her sensitive clit. She had never felt anything so amazing as two of her fingers crept into her extremely tight pussy and slowly slid in and out in rhythm with the hand now pinching and massaging her nipple.
“Fuck… This feels good!” she moaned as she slammed her fingers deeper and faster into her twat with each second until she had a blistering pace going and a warm sensation building deep inside her loins. No wonder her grandfather and grandmother were so easily swayed by the opposite sex and a chance to fuck; if slamming her two small fingers into her cunt felt so good, the sensation of having a tongue delve into her or even better yet, a big cock being driven in and out of her, would be even more amazing.
* * *
As Jaina Solo slammed her two fingers into her pussy with an ever increasing urgency, Anakin Skywalker was beginning his assault on Aayla Secura’s sweet Twi’lek pussy. After receiving a top-notch blowjob that even rivalled Padme’s and stripping her out of the rest of her tight leather clothes, Anakin was more than willing to reciprocate for the blue Twi’lek Master. With her hands splayed against one of the holo-bookcases and her ass up in the air, Aayla remained in that position while Anakin got on his knees behind her, grabbed her big blue ass, spread it wide, and began licking her hot little box like he had done with Ahsoka and Padme so many times before.
“Ummmm… That’s it Skywalker… Lick my pussy!” Aayla moaned in pleasure as Anakin moved his tongue as deep into her as possible before using one of his fingers to help along the process. After five minutes of eating out Aayla’s tight bald pussy, she was more than ready to take Anakin’s big cock. “Stuff me with that big cock of yours!” she whispered to him as he stood up and grabbed the blue Jedi Master by the waist.
“I hope you’re ready for this baby!” he whispered back before pressing the tip up against her soft folds and moving it up and down teasing her. “Because here I come!” he said a little louder, bucking his hips forward into Aayla, nearly knocking over the holo-bookcase in the process. Aayla nearly screamed out in pain as she felt over five inches penetrate her tight snatch, but managed to keep her pain in check. Aayla had been fortunate enough to have Anakin’s big dick inside her once before, but even now the size and girth astounded her as Anakin seemed to be relentless in his assault on her Twi’lek pussy. Noticing her discomfort, Anakin began squeezing both her ass and ample breasts in order to help alleviate the pain and stress his cock was putting on Aayla’s uncommonly tight twat. Because she was so toned and her body so fit, her pussy was quite possibly the tightest thing he had ever felt, possibly even tighter than Ahsoka’s little snatch.
“Mmmm… That’s better Skywalker” she moaned as her pussy started to become accustomed to his cock’s girth and she was able to take in more of him with ease. As the bookcase she was holding began to rock back and forth a little, Anakin took the opportunity to slowly increase both his speed and the depth of his penetration and within minutes he was balls deep in Aayla and loving it. Whether Aayla knew it or not, her pussy was doing a number on his cock; clenching and massaging it every time he slid it into her.
“Goddamn, your pussy is destroying me!” Anakin moaned as the need to cum was quickly overwhelming him. The last time he had fucked Aayla, he had had the pleasure of cumming all over her juicy blue ass in front of over twenty people. Deciding he needed to hold on for dear life just from stopping himself from blowing his load way too early, Anakin took his hands off Aayla’s soft ass and beautiful breasts and took hold of her lekkus for some added support. All he could think of however, was rewarding the hard work her pussy was doing in clenching and massaging his cock with filling it with a hot load of cum, which in the process only accelerated his need to cum.
“I think I’m going to cum Skywalker… It feels so gooooood!” she moaned just before Anakin felt a warm sensation coat his entire cock and spur him towards an even larger release.
“Now I’m gonna cum Aayla!” he groaned even louder. “Do you mind if I cum inside you?” Anakin asked Aayla as his slammed into her even harder.
“I don’t really care right now Skywalker… Fill me up if you want!” she sighed, obviously still caught up in the orgasmic ecstasy she had just experienced.
“You’re the Master! UNGHHHH… YESSS… Take it!” he grunted, firing off several thick streams of his hot seed deep into her Jedi pussy. Anakin sighed in relief as he emptied himself inside her, filling her womb with a fresh load of very potent and hot Jedi cum.
“I can feel you filling me up!” Aayla groaned as she came down from her orgasm and basked in the sensation of having her tight snatch filled with Anakin’s hot seed.
“Is someone back there…? Hello?” Master Jocasta Nu’s voice sounded from the other side of the archives after both Anakin and Aayla made a little too much noise when they had climaxed.
“Why did we meet again Skywalker?” Master Aayla Secura asked Anakin as they both got dressed to depart as soon as possible and avoid getting caught by the old bookkeeper.
“I completely forgot, but we should definitely meet again soon to discuss it” Anakin added with a grin before slapping Aayla’s now leather covered ass and departing without uttering another word.
* * *
“Over already… Damn… That was probably the best yet!” Anakin sighed just as Jacen ran off to back with his hand down his pants. “What the hell did I say?”
Jacen had to find some privacy soon; he was about to pop his cork and he definitely didn’t want to do it in front of his brother. Jacen ran into the bathroom without knocking and was shocked to see that the shower was still on and his twin sister was still in it. He could just make out her shadow through the shower curtain, but he could tell she was doing something that she was really enjoying. Too close to cumming to investigate it further, he looked down to see Jaina’s white cotton thong sitting on the floor. Picking it up, he stuffed it down his pants and began to rub his swollen shaft until after only a few frantic seconds, a powerful need for release overcame him and he covered his twin sister’s cotton thong in a healthy dose of his warm seed.
“UNGHHHHHH YES…. GOD I NEED A COCK!” Jaina screamed inside the shower as her own orgasm rocked through her and her juices exploded from her pussy and leaked down her leg to mix with water below. Two fingers slamming into her snatch was good, but Jaina could only imagine how good a real cock would feel inside her as she came down from her massive orgasm. As she finally came back to her senses and began to get out of the shower, she heard movement only feet away and was shocked to see Jacen standing beside the bathtub looking very surprised. Jaina tried to cover up, but Jacen had already gleaned a full view of her tight young body and was out of the bathroom before Jaina could yell at him.
“Fucking Pervert… Hey, where are my panties?”

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Fantasm

The Throne of Cockland Part II

The Throne of Cockland
Part 2
The Three Moons
It is said that in times long gone, aeons before the assjuician squirrel took control of the land, that a silent but watchful prescense would spill out into the lustdriven night, over valleys quivering in orgasmic spasm and into mountains covered in the thickest and finest icecum that Frostspirit could create in his endless pulsating masturbatory rhythm (the elders say that on one, stormy moonlit night, the mysticism behind his gargantuan phallus grew out of control into a state so ecstatic, so liscentious and filthy, that when he finally did reach his rime-plastered climax, the juice that issued force happened to shoot so high up into the sky that the Priestmoon got an absolute faceful; ’twas a rare treasure that he lapped up swiftly)
As it goes, Cockland has not one, but three moons. There is aforementioned Priestmoon… he is known (and worshipped) by all quirky and queer inhabitants of the South-Forest, and it is worth mentioning that I use ‘queer’ in the Homoerotic sense for both Moon and Worshipper. Alas, Priestmoon is a tragic figure. He is forever denied his greatest desire, the one thing that he truly craves: the altar boy. The frog of wartlust has testified more than once of having seen the old Priest weeping, his old, saggy craters wrinkled with time and dust, sweat and unsatisfied lust. The frog tells a story melancholic enough in itself in regards to Priestmoon. I quote said frog:
“The Priest is old, older than even elder mountainthrone,
sturdy he once was,
full of vitality was he,
and a different form he took,
to what we now look up and see,
in manshape he was clad,
in robes of white and gold,
and oh it is so devastatingly sad,
that back then he was far from old,
his balls swelled and sweated,
under enchanted robe begot,
but a swelling must be satisfied,
and so young boy sucketh his cock”.
But it was not to last, for the Priest was not fulfilling his duties correctly. He was to abuse the boy, fuck his tight asshole so hard so as to create as much earthly energy as possible. This ripe and fruitful energy would be used as fertiliser for every testicutree in the land, and this need was satisfied for a time, but as the years passed, the old Priest got tired…lethargic is perhaps a more fitful word. His cock grew flacid and his balls shrivelled , and it was decided by the higher forces that he could no longer keep the trees in check… his insolence did not go unnoticed. The roots of trees as old as Pussyarnia’s highest peaks were beginning to grow dry and were thus constantly in need of respite. And so it was that he was banished into sky above and doomed to live forever as a moon, (“A moon!?” he exclaimed. “You assholes better be fucking joking!”) in constant reminder of his old pastime by means of a steady stream of raunchy thoughtforms held in flurries of ectoplasm, an all-pervasive movieclip on loop, if you will; and so it goes that each night he is tormented by images of a time when his cock was strong and versatile, when it could steadily break through the bonds of a choirboy’s sweet ass so as to feed and nourish the land; his suffering is eternal. It was clearly then an absolute godsend to have Frostspiritscum splashed into his face. Although it was inevitably a thick and rimey substance, it was a distant reminder of the boyjuice he had tasted long, long ago, in what can sadly be defined as a Golden Age now gone forever. And so he rises, each night, and gazes down in torment , the ritual observation of the horniest land that was ever known. So when one day, the land became strangely quiet, and lacking in its usual eroticism, the old Priest found himself embracing schadenfreude to the highest degree. He had never understood why he was worshipped by those from southern woods…truth be told, he seldom made an effort to understand much at all anymore.. And so when that day came when even his most devout followers were too weary to perform their usual ritual (jacking off many a multi-coloured and slime-coated amphibious little cock into the Fetishpond under his stark, fullmoon glare) , he was not vexed in the slightest. Yet at the same time, now stripped of his usual relentless envy, he felt a dark and brooding emptiness, and underneath that emptiness, something that made his stomach turn; a desire to help whatever had caused this most peculiar turn of events.
Next there is Hagmoon, countess of depravity and illusion. Far up in the Northland, where the pines’ branches ache for the steady, gliding movements of young flesh supple and sweet, there are the Isjungfrun. (Ice-Maidens). With faces fair but stern, auras crafted like that of a hailstone melting on the whitest rose, they drift across silent ponds and ice-vistas, disturbing neither reed nor swaying wheat-field. Trickling… it is the trickling you will hear, the soft and delicate tinkling shimmer of the juices that drip and drop from between their thighs; a celestial juice that gildeth the dewy grass in spring, and that sets clandestine trails criss-crossing in the winter snows. The pheremones that rise into the air shamelessly from this alien yet oh so sexy substance have sent many a foolhardy adventurer into the famed Bogs of Labia; one thing is sure… any unfortunate creature who happens to meet his end this way, is sure to drown with the biggest fucking hard-on any soul has laid eyes upon. This is the work of the Hag.
Her origins are a mystery to some, but not to the closed and fiercely guarded scrotumwalls of the Council of Cock. The old porcupine of analisciousness, on one sombre Cocktober night, confirmed that there was indeed an icy grain, a stone cruel and cold to the touch, growing far up in the Northbog, and being fed by devilish creatures that (are still known to this day) to hide in the shade.
These are the quickflits, neither male nor female: in a nutshell, they are black daggers in the icy air, formless Hermaphrodites that dart here and there in a rather lifeless tone: this dance of mystique is the twisted, perverse equivilant to the mating dance of a butterfly. The difference being that, when they realise time upon time again that their efforts are fruitless, they usually just crawl and scrape their way up into a damp and mossy glade, and literally, go fuck themselves. The porcupine stated through intelligence gained by northern scouts, that it was due to such a morbid frustration in regards to their sexual performance that the Quickflits made a pact on a starless night back in Whoregust…to create a mother….a provider, a deity who would channel into them an erotic energy so powerful, so potent and sweet, that they could achieve the knowing that they too finally had their place in Cockland’s horny hills. They decided that, once ready, they would guide her spirit gently into the sky where she would rest as a guardian amongst the moons.
But their magick was poorly executed and insubstantial, misguided and, at its core, driven by weakness. So it was that they mustered up what energy they had, shooting semen and pussyjuice into a squirming ectoplasmic cell, which over the days and nights became solid…opaque… They were, naturally quite surprised (not to mention disturbed) when they realised that to touch it was not unlike the concept of an ugly ageing woman masturbating with frozen razorblades. Night and day it screeched in maddening tones under the watch of the cosmos, otherworldly noises that constricted the breath and pierced the soul. Quickflit small and large would stay far away from that cursed Northbog , for after the initial excitement had passed, they slowly cottoned on to the fact that what they had created, was nothing short of an abomination laiden with the gag-inducing scent of fish rotted and old, a spiritual vagina that’s been fucked by the wrong cock too many times. (It finally hit home when they realised that the sensory abnormalities were more than just a “Growth defect”.)
What had once been just a tiny grain, had now expanded to the point where the bog could not be seen anymore. Heavy, dishevelled flaps of scabbing vaginal lip of the most repugnant variety formed a grey and loathsome drapery over the Boghill, gurgling like a Japanese girl with a puke fetish and exuding a rancid, steamy substance that would stay in the skin for weeks.
But the worst of it all was veiled by thick, bloated vapours that breathed in heavy, nauseous gulps. (The Quickflits naturally shyed away from any form of physical contact with these vapours. This avoidance did not help, however. They may have had a chance to stop this mess had they not outright refused to face what they had created). The air was so thick with gunk and grime that one could not see the reeking, sphere-shaped monstrosity that dwelt at the centre of this crusted, gurgling mess. This was the rising of the Hagmoon, the formidable, infernal skank, the cruel face in the sky, the malignant spectral voice that guides fair-skinned maidens across the silent icefields on lonely nights, the source of that mesmeric, trickling juice that leads men to their deaths.
Next there is-
“Assring!- are you reading the Nexus de Cock again!?”
“I-I just thought th-”
` “You thought nothing! You know that book is boring as fuck and that none of these horny folk round ‘ere wanna hear it. Am I right, folks!?”
There was a general nod of agreement amongst the townfolk; they had been trying to get about their daily business when this cretin of a Weasel, Assring, had got ahold of the microphone on the auction stage and started ranting of strange moons in days long gone. Grovel, a stout and sturdy badger in his prime, sent a knockout punch straight into Assring’s fleshy skull, and then dragged the old weasel off into the eastern bushes where he assraped him mercilessly for about 7 minutes. He came out panting, his rabid badgerscrotum pulsating madly.
It was the year 1034, and many a moon had rose and fallen since the days of Dave and Schniggschnor, famed Hero and Heroin of ancient scrolls and exuberant manuscripts, had made history with their tragic tale of love and torture. The Cockland remembered, oh yes, and yet the Cockland was happy, swollen up in its own randy indulgence as always; those old fuckless and fetid days had passed, their horror now gone, but they were acknowledged all the same. Village children would gather around the woodfire on Creamy and Cumful summer nights and hear the majestic tale of the Isjungfrun Schniggschnor, and the outlander, Dave, and all of their filthy exploits. Parents would read to their offspring the sibylline story of the warrior hero who cut apart the tight, peachy ass and sweet, juicy little vaginal lips of the icemaiden in a bid to stop the Squirrel of Assjuice from maintaining his wretched spell over the land.
The blade of the Nipple-elfkin sat in the Museum of Austere Juices on the Western Peninsula, drops of pussyblood still visible on its translucent sheen…creatures far and wide came regularly to pay their respects. A beautifully carved sculpture of Dave, proud eyes and magic blade set in the finest semenstone of the land, stood atop a fountain of tribute where pilgrims and preachers would gaze in awe and shoot their usually hearty load straight into the water’s depths; their raging cocks would bob up and down in a mystical semblance revered by all.
Grovel the badger now stood on the stage, his eager little eyes darting here and there, surveying the crowd that had previously gathered in an effort to get Assring to shut the fuck up.
He took the microphone proudly.
‘How would you young folks down there like me to tell y’all about that dang Squirrel and how he got the hiding of his life from that there Dave fella?!’ The young crowd gathered around excitedly.
‘Well ain’t that just purdy.’ His southern drawl was ripe as a Testicutree ready to burst in Whoregust.
And he began. There were the usual ‘ooh’s’ and ‘aah’s and exclamations of delight when the glorious climax arrived, but as per usual, the story was incorrect in its entirety, missing out finer details. As the ages passed, year after year as lustful and ecstatic as the last, the story evolved, the story changed. It was glamourised time and time again, new details added in for dramatic effect, now to the point where it would have been hardly recognisable to the creatures that lived in the time when the events took place.
I am allknowing and omnipotent. I lived when the Cockland was young, when the bell-shaped heads of flowers that jacked off were merly budding, when the seas of menstrual fluid on that fuckful southern coast were new and bloody, when the craft of mages was unformed and primal, and I am going to tell you this as it happened. We shall proceed from where we left off.
Dave was in turmoil. He was not sure how he had gotten to this land in the first place, and he found it frustrating that he had been sucked into this dilemma of fuck or no fuck, and yet he seemed to love this mysterious being; her beauty knew no bounds. So to stand now , on this cragged mountain peak, Schniggschnor bent on all fours ready to take that elven knife right across her cunt, was overwhelming.
‘Is there not another way to stop him!?’ Dave cried.
‘Do it, do it now, cut me!’ she begged him, and was surprised to see that her pussy was dripping wet.
‘You’re horny!?,” exclaimed Dave.
She blushed and giggled as the little fleshy mounds of her nipples grew firm. ‘Dave, no act of eroticism is too depraved for an Isjungfrun. Even in times of crisis such as these, we still love a good hard fuck.’
Dave paused. ‘But a blade? If I were to use my Cock, say, I’d understand, but a blade. Man, you really are wacky , Schniggschnor. And what does that mean-.. Isjungfrun?’
‘In translates to Icemaiden in your tongue. Its quite similar to-..umm.. Swedic is it? in your realm…’
‘Swedish,’ Dave nodded. The precumclouds on the western horizon were moving towards this strange pair at an astonishing rate, ominous beyond words in their grey, drippy fullness.
‘DAVE! He’s using the elements! Those clouds!!! He’s trying to stop the ritual from happening. Cut my tight fucking pussy and ass right now! Do it!’ And it was true, the clouds had a magnetic pull to them, as if beckoning the two of them into an endless sea of malignant sperm. Far away, the Squirrel of Assjuice waved his crooked little wand twice to the left, thrice upward, and once directly into his putrid asshole. The clouds began to shudder here and there violently, moaning a treacherous low note in an octave outside the normal range of hearing, as if in suffering. He pantd and groaned in satisfaction… many times he had jammed nut and finger up his smelly orifice, but it was only on special occasion that a Squirrel of the Cockland could use a picklewand to please him or herself. He felt the knobbly surface rub against his insides, knelt there performing this repulsive act for a good minute or so, lavishing in Dave’s hesitation to hurt Schniggschnor, but eventually came to his senses and remembered that all play and no work could mean catastrophic results for Squirrelkin. He pulled the wooden stick out, and held it to the stormy sky, where a great surge of energy commenced to fall upon the northern peaks where Dave and Schniggschnor stood.
‘He’s using his assjuice, Dave, there’s no fucking time left, do it- NOW!’ He saw the approaching clouds, he saw the malice and hate in their swirl and swagger, and with an anguished cry, forced the blade down upon her, and blood burst and gushed from the wound. She trembled and screamed in agony. Or was it ecstasy? Dave guessed it to be a mixture of both.
“Arrrgghhh. Cut my fucking holes wide open, you bastard!. Fuck yeah… uhhhhhhh…mmmmm'”
He slashed and sliced and diced until all that was left of her goods was a huge open wound, gaping and swollen.
“Oh god….” he uttered. “Well this is….this is-… ” He choked. “Th-this is fucking great. Mmmm , fuck yeah , let me fuck your open gash, you little cunt!”
She smiled. “Now you’re getting it, Dave. There’s a bonus for you on the side as well as the fact that this ritual shall save our land. A sexual act with an icemaiden is will make you so horny tha-”
“SHUT UP!. Shut the fuck up and take this fucking cock. Aaah, I’m gonna fuck you silly, little girl…. aaarghh… ” He pounded her relentlessly, rhythmically, beads of sweat running down his forehead and just about everywhere else. His cock throbbed as if ready to burst apart, and his pupils had dilated. He seemed as if in a trance.. reality had faded away. All he saw was this exquisite little fucktoy and his monster cock tearing her apart. He saw the blood, but that was just ornamentation to a grander spectacle.
‘Uhh, your cock feels so fuckin’ good, Dave!’
He laughed. ‘Yeah, I fucking bet, nasty girl.’ He slapped what was left of her ass.
‘L-l-look! Mmm ahh’, she cried between gasps of pleasure. ‘Its’ w-w-working!’ And sure enough, in the distance, a furry little figure could be seen writhing and twitching upon a rocky hill far to the South. If one were to look closer, they would see that fur was falling out, balls were shrivelling up, and cock was imploding. And as the Squirrel of Assjuice commenced his death, the land began to shiver. Not a fearful shiver, but an absorbation of light that it had long since ceased to bathe in. The testicutrees grew new leaves dripping with the sweetest cumsap, the grass began to return to its original vibrant bordering on psychedelic green, but it wasn’t just the flora that felt it. Creatures that had given up the will to live a long time ago began to grow hard and stiff, harder than they could ever remember, cocks trembling and dripping and pointed high up to the sky, as if to salute the gods for their blessing. And the land came to a slow but spendiferous realisation that the time of Squirrelkin was ending. From his wooden palace on the rocky southern hills came beams of light consisting of every shade of beauty one could imagine. The lust, the kink, the fetish and BDSM, the good old Sunday fuck; these concepts, that for years had been absent from the Cockland, were now dancing back with a glorious force, held together in lightbeams flooding from the dark fortress on the hill and back to their home. The Squirrel was a fool to think to that he could keep all of the lust to himself for long. He managed a good while, oh yes, but each bit of hornyness has its keeper, its master, and although the furry little fucker used these pieces of lust to indulge in many a twisted act in the dungeons of his keep, from rimming his pet turtle to – well… no more detail is needed. Light returns to the lightkeeper, just as cock moves in and out of pussy, and at this moment, `Schniggschnor’s pussy was looking rather worse for wear…
Dave continued to thrust and pump that mangled hole, and as he did so, he began to feel orgasm approaching, and the ground beneath the two of them began to shudder violently.
‘Arrgghhh, you little cumslut, you want me to shoot it up inside you , you little bitch! HUH?!’ His aggression was maniacal and she loved it. She wanted him to abuse her forever, but she knew it was not to be.
‘Dave, fuck yeah, I wanna feel it shoot right up into me. You bastard..’ She turned her head up to him, sweet eyes glazed over and mouth half open, as if begging for more and more. And he responded by grabbing ahold of her hair and with one hand, spanking her and digging his fingers into neck with the other. She squealed and knelt there and took it, waiting for his final present to her, waiting to take all of that thick cum up into her.
He started to pant.. ‘I’m gonna cu-” and before he could even say it, thick streams of it began to squirt straight up into her from his bloodied cock, as they did so, a white light grew around them, a beam so strong and godlike that creatures far and wide felt its glory. And at that moment, that crucial, exquisite moment, every single animal and bird in the Cockland began to orgasm in unison with Dave and Schniggschnor. White and oozy fountains of light sparked up on every hill and brook and field and nook, little lanterns of joy and salutations.
Epilogue
The Porcupine of Analisciousness was still trembling under the weight of his titan burst of Porcucum, and as he brought one finger from the tip of his needle like cock to his lips, his face widened to an all-knowing smile. And for ages to come, he would tell the story of how one beautiful and horny little slut sacrificed her goods in order to bring the fertility back to the land of cock. He would beckon the young Porcupinekin to the fireside and tell of how a strange outlander had used a magickal blade crafted by Nipple-elfkin to sever the juicy little asshole and pussy of said little slut , and how this ‘man’ from another world had used all of the force of his fearsome phallus so as to eventually climax into the torn-up remains of her two holes. The youngsters would listen in quiet awe as he joyfully exclaimed how this ritual had stopped one naughty little Squirrel from keeping the hornyness of the land to himself forever, how the squirrel had imploded into to his own cock and was nothing more than a speckle of dust on the south hills once Dave and Schniggschnor had finished. How Dave had zipped up his jeans, lit a cigarette, and sighed in relief. “I needed that”, he had told Schniggschnor. She simply giggled, the story goes, and it was rumoured that her dripping blood was tasted by the Miner Moles of the Northcaves, how they had sent an army of randy, lustful little moles up to the mountain’s top to help her. A mole always knows the taste of the Isjungfrun blood, it is said, and the Miner Moles of the Northcaves show astonishing healing powers in times of great need. Schiggschnor was taken deep into the centre of their labrynthine maze of darkness, where she agreed to be healed on the condition that they all could fuck her hard first, every last one of them. Her promiscuity knew no bounds, the filthy little slut. Three days later, she was seen leaving the caves pieced totally back together, pussy and ass intact.
Dave yearned to fuck her once again, and so he journeyed towards the northland ruled over by Hagmoon. Many Isjungfrun floated back and forth in this crystal clear vista of ice and snow, and he made the fatal mistake of following the trickle of juice. Although it is widely stated that at this point he met his unfortunate end in the icebogs of pussyjuice (the Porcupine of Analisciousness attests to this outcome) some say h returned to his own land through a portal outside the bounds of time and space. There he apparently went to Vegas, where he hired many a slut to satisfy him. I can confirm that he did indeed create a portal. He did indeed go to Vegas. He did indeed hire a many a slut to satisfy him. But none of them proved worth the cash. In his own words, ‘None of these here girls are nothing compared to Schniggschnor. I’d give anything to cut apart that sweet little celestial bitch just one more time.’ Dave eventually met his end due to serious drug problem. He was found in the men’s room at a diner out in rural Texas with a needle full of smack and 90% pure Peruvian Cocaine hanging out of his crotch. He’d used up all of the veins in his arms. He was a scrawny shadow of his old self, hair unwashed and dirt-brown, body languid with bones sticking out here and there. The pain he had tried to mask with the chemicals proved too much to bear. Although his overdose was not intentional, the walls of his apartment were covered with three words in varying order. “NOTHING LIKE SCHNIGGSCHNOR” . The cops agreed that the guy must have been some sort of a nutjob, and nothing more was spoken of it.
The End…….

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Jodi’s Story Part 3

This is part of the basically true story of how Jodi and I started off our married life. Her appetite for sex was incredible and my ambitions as a horn dog suited each other very well. This part describes how our new love life morphed into Jodi being a slut wife and me encouraging her.

Sex Joke

Childhood Love Revisted

A young teen revisits his former “love” and things quickly heat up. Questions, comments and suggestions are welcome as this is my first post here.

Sex Joke

Cyber-sex

This one’s pretty long, but in my opinion its well worth the read once you get to the end.

Fiction

The Nerd -Epilog

The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”

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Meat Feast – Part 2

Connor was 16. 6 Foot, brown eyes, Not bad looking either. Not athletic, but certainly not fat. More than anything, he was an academic. He got the grades.
His brother, Cooper was 2 years older. Loved sport, about 2 inches taller and toned. HE was the pretty boy with blue eyes and blond hair everyone loves.
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They both jumped. How long had they been on the floor together?
Connor jumped up and pulled his discarded shorts on buttoning them up as he headed for the front door. Cooper gathered together his brothers shirt and his own jockstrap and threw them to the side of the sofa and move away to the other door his dick flopping from side to side.
As Connor reached the door he passed the hall mirror. He saw his hair was all over the place and essentially drenched in sweat. With little time to do much about it he reached for the door handle and turned.
“Pizza!” Chimed a young Brazilian guy.
“Oh, errr…right” Connor said. “You’d better come in whilst i find you what i owe you”
Connor showed the pizza boy to the lounge – checking inside that the coast was clear before the guy managed to follow him into the room.
“Let me just fetch you……?”
“7 quid” the pizza man replied.
Connor left the room and headed off to find his brother, or at least where he had left the money for the pizza – The kitchen seemed like a likely place.
Cooper though was not in the kitchen, he was standing in the other hall just off the lounge. There wasn’t anywhere he could really go. He would have been seen should he have headed up the stairs by the door. This corridor lead to the kitchen and a few other rooms. Best not go to the kitchen lest the pizza boy went in there. No. It was safest to stand in this hall, still naked and wait.
During his wait the pizza man had noticed a bright green item poking out by one of the couches. Intrigued (as any would) we went over to investigate. Prodding it with his trainer he saw it was a shirt. But not just a shirt. There was something else. A white, underside or something.
Bending down, he moved the shirt enough to reveal coopers jockstrap. Slightly surprised, he reached out curiously and picked it up between two of his fingers.
Straightening up now, he sniffed tentatively at the jocks. Nothing horrible, in fact….there was a sorta homey smell about it. He sniffed again. Yes, it definitely was an appealing smell. Not too strong but good. He fell into the sofa ready to drop them to the side when he heard the footsteps of the young lad.
Connor was searching frantically through the kitchen now – not really making an effort to hide the noises of his frustration. Cooper was hearing this, and as most would, assumed they were both in the kitchen at the source of the noises. Now seemed an apt opportunity to make a break for the next floor…whilst there was a distraction. He padded quietly down the corridor – back towards the lounge. Just before though, he did poke his head round the door and seeing no 6ft man standing around in the room waiting to get paid assumed no-one was around. In fact – There was. That very 6ft Brazilian man was sitting (slumped) on the couch whose back was to the door from which cooper was now approaching from. He now had his nose buried in the codpiece of the jockstrap.
It’s hard to know who saw the other first. He shot to his feet in surprise, flinging the jocks back into the chair in an attempt to hide them. Cooper was riveted to the spot caught naked in his own living room. His eyes followed the jockstraps flight into the back of the sofa. The young Brazilian looked positively petrified of the taller, muscular man in-front of him.
“Urrrr….Hi, I’m just waiting for” He pointed to the pizza on the coffee table and averted his eyes to the ground. Except he never got that far. A long soft object was swinging gently to and fro before his eyes. He was transfixed to it.
“Right.” Cooper said now realising that the man had only just realised he was standing there in full glory. Feeling obliged to defend himself now, he said “Oh yea? well what were you doing…..Carlos” He snapped reading the name tag. “Smelling my dirty jockstrap?”
“Yes” he said simply.
Carlos was 6ft. Very well Tan due to the fact he was Brazilian. Probably very early 20’s by the face. His shirt sleeves were tight about his arms showing strong biceps underneath.
Cooper, surprised at this reply was taken off-guard momentarily. It was a….stirring reply. And to add to the surprise, he felt his own penis begin to fill with blood and lengthen.
Downwards his penis began growing before rising gracefully to a 90 degree angle to his body, pointing out 9 inches to Carlos. And this, was all happening before Carlos’s eyes, and he felt his own following suit in his tight jeans. He would be seen, and he knew it as his own dick began to strain against the material making a slight tent.
Breathless with his own embarrassment, Cooper noticed this slight change in comfort and followed the restless hands to his sides and then spotted the tent. A urge similar to when he felt when his brothers hand wrap around his shaft resurfaced. And just like then he found himself out of control. The pulsating trunk covering half the distance between the two young men was in control now.
He stretched out his hand slowly, his eyes on the face of Carlos who watched it approach his crotch.
He began to rub the hard dick through the denim and cooper moved closer so that he was standing above Carlos. They were looked into each others faces, feeling the warm fast breaths of the other on their faces. Several moments passed. and then unexpectedly, Carlos moved onto his toes so that their lips met.
They breathed into each others mouth as their lips pressed together. Cooper felt a hand on the back of his head as a wet tongue prodded at his lips. He opened up and passion poured between the two. Cooper moved his hands to the round ass and began to force Carlos to walk backwards. Obligingly, he walked blindly backwards enjoying the kiss and two large hands squeezing large portions of his ass. They fell together over the arm of the sofa.
They broke the kiss and Cooper laughed whilst gazing into Carlos eyes as he lay on-top of the hot Brazilian man. Cooper sat back on his legs and pulled at the bottom of his shirt-ed counterpart. Closing his eyes breathing heavily Carlos helped remove his pizza shirt, exposing large arms, pecks and washboard abs. The lust in the air was measurable.
Cooper was getting restless, he wanted – NO! He needed to see that dark dick, to feel it, to have it radiate its warmth in his mouth, down his throat….In his ass.
He stood. “Take ’em off” he ordered.
Without wasting any time, the jeans were off and so were the tented Boxers. Cooper hardly had enough time to catch a glance before his body was pressed against warm bare skin and the object he desired so much was pressing into his stomach, and knocking into his own cock. His hand slid down between them, and grasped both of them together. Carlos’s long, dark brown tool felt just short of his own, yet much thicker. He could feel the black hair tickling his hand half way up the man’s shaft. Surely hair never grew that high up? He began to pump his fist, masturbating both of the dicks together – Lubricated by the precum dripping from the top of each mans purple head.
After a few minutes of this, and a lot more kissing, he slid his way down Carlos body nibbling his nipples set prominently on the pectorals, kissing and licking his way down the bumpy abs to the prize he was yet to see. He closed his eyes just before his nose buried itself in the mess of black curly hair and he felt the head going off to one side of his neck. He took a long deep sniff before licking his way to the top and opening his eyes. Magnificent. A crisp, dark brown body attached to a lighter, hot head. Sighing deeply he took the beauty into his mouth and sucked the stringy precum from it and then began working his way slowly down the length whilst his hands played with the ass inches from his mouth.
Connor had been going crazy. No money, no brother. He going to give up. So back to the lounge he went were he stood in the door way transfixed by the sight in front of him.
That was just after they had both fell onto the sofa. Connor had now progressed to removing his shorts and sporting a very hard, very long, VERY horny penis. He couldn’t take it anymore, seeing his brother sucking that dick was too much. He moved over his body touching Carlos, who opened his eyes and smiled.
Connor started playing with his brothers hair before gently pulling it off Carlos’s pole and moving it over to his.
Wondering what was going on, Cooper had opened his eyes and beamed upwards at his brother.
After a while, Carlos went round the back of the slutty elder brother, laid on the ground and moved awkwardly back so that his face lay under the slightly bobbing ass of the hotter (in his opinion) brother.
He stuck out his tongue. And, for the second time that night – Coopers mind was sent reeling as his throat was stuffed up with dick, his sphincter was getting abused by a hot, slimy tongue. Except this time – It wasn’t his brother at either end. It was a complete stranger. A complete Brazilian stranger. and that made things so much hotter. He began to moan through his brothers penis with every lap Carlos’s tongue did of his hole. These moans vibrated Connors dick and sent him into even more pleasure.
Then, there was a finger pushing gently on the wet, but still tight hole. He pulled off his brothers dick with a pop and let out a very heavy sigh when the finger squirmed its way in.
“No” Cooper said. “Don’t. Just ram me full of your exotic meat”
All three of them moved. Cooper was positioned so that he he was resting on the coffee table his ass raised a little for Carlos.
He placed his head at the slippery entrance and began moving forwards.The ass cheeks began to part around the column attempting to enter. A long hissing intake of breath escaped Coopers mouth as he head struggled to get in.
Connor Hurried away as Cooper began to plea for the other 8 inches.
Carlos bent down so that he wrapped his arms around the muscular chest beneath him, and he moved his hips forward.
FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK
This Hot immigrant’s fucking huge brown pole was in the deep recesses of his colon tearing his ass in two much stronger than his brother had managed too earlier that night. He skin around his man pussy was almost screaming with the tension.
But it was good pain. Very intense pain that he knew would soon enough become pleasure. But now there was a new feeling. He felt like he was getting blocked up. Carlos was driving back a turd, back into the intestine from whence it came. But he didn’t care. That same limo was rubbing against the perfect spot. He had never felt so filled up and yet in so much pain. Never had he he had such a hard erection even with the pain. Never had he felt so…….So…..MANLY!!!
Two large, hairy balls now tickled his hole. He almost wished they would pop into his ass too, just to see if he could get another inch or two of length from this fuck stick. But too late, for Carlos had started retreating all the way until Cooper felt the ridge of his head clung to by his sphincter. And then carlos began to go back in – a little faster then before. Connor was getting Long-dicked (Verylong-Dicked?) and the rubbing against his G-spot made him throw his head back breathing heavily.
Connor moved back into the room and Carlos gasped a little as a cool finger traveled the gap between his cheeks smearing something around. After Connor felt good and ready, he stood behind Carlos who was tall enough because he was still across the top of cooper. Lining up his shot, Connor felt different. He Rammed his dick into Carlos’s Virgin asshole, tearing as it went.
A Scream went up from the front as Connor’s dick sat completely in the warm dark cave it had come to love living in. But Carlos didn’t do anything, merely bit his lip and began to saw his own ass in two with the same strokes he was using to fuck the shit back in cooper.
Grunts from Carlos started once he began picking up the pace. Moans from Cooper.
Then, Connor decided he wanted to start fucking someone, instead of getting his dick fucked. As Carlos was coming to his deep he rammed forwards – meeting Carlos midway.
“AHHHH” yelped Carlos, But didn’t not stop. He thrust harder into Cooper and back again. Connor Copied and was slamming into Carlos. Two sets of balls were swelling and slapping against asses.
Cooper was breathing heavily and murmuring “Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yeah, Slam that dick deep inside me”. Carlos had beads of sweat on his face, and shining on his pecks (He had straightened up). He had groans, grunts and moans escaping his lips, whilst Connor stood at the rear pumping hard concentrating.
After several more intense minutes Connor whispered something in Carlos’s Ear, he nodded and pulled out of Cooper, who lay there on the table breathing hard in pure ecstacy – not looking up.
“Get over here” shouted Connor.
Pulling himself up, he moved over to the couch where Connor lay on his back, dick erect and sat on his stomach – facing him. He felt a slightly thinner dick poking around his restless, gaping hole. But then, it was a bigger dick. A much MUCH bigger dick stretching him.
FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MEE Screamed Cooper as this new, bigger dick began tearing more of him than every before apart.
“That’s what we plan on doing” got whispered into his ear by his younger brother.
We? AHHHHH! YES!!!!!!!! It was like a new found dream. Getting Double Penetrated by his brother, and a Brazilian. Interracial Incest. Fucking hot.
The two dicks began pumping at odd timings, one always in the deepest parts of his ass. Both rubbing different sides of his prostate.
AHHHHHHHhHHHH FUCK THIS IS AMAZING. yelled Cooper only to be greeted with grunts from his two dominatrices.
They both increased their speed as much as they could so that they were literally sawing his ass. In and out.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YEA. FUCK MY ASS YOU HOT BLACK MAN. SAW IT IN TWO WITH MY YOUNGER BROTHER. FUCKING YES. FUCK ME TO DEATH!
Both Carlos and Connor exchanged looks and they both began pumping harder and harder, faster and faster.
Carlos was first, and rammed in all the way. He Grunted and moaned loudly as he let 5 thick, hot ropes of his nut deep into this hot little stud’s ass. Connor felt this new warmth and couldn’t hold on any more. He too rammed all the way in, but unleashed 8 Jets of steaming Cum into the mass already mixing with the pussy’s juices.
Together, they pulled out of the now, cavernous hole. A great sigh met them as they did. Connor moved out from underneath and together they both licked and stroked coopers Cock whilst he squirmed underneath. It didn’t take long until spurts of cum landed over his chest and, in the 3rd case, into his moaning mouth. Cum began oozing out of his ass onto the rug beneath him. Carlos and Connor Slumped either side of Cooper. Smiling – Exhausted.
They all fell asleep in one another’s hot embrace. Cum getting smeared on them from the chest and floor during their sleep.
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Cody: wrestling fun

It all started at wrestling practice I was in 11th grade about 5foot7 145lbs light brown hair freckles..pail skin. I was really fit no 6 pack but really strong and healthy my friend Cody was in 10th grade about 5foot5 110lbs blonde hair really skinny with a nice six pack and bubble butt..in to the story
Well we were at practice and i knew i was gay in the closet of course but never new about cody…so we were in the room and it was the week of states and me and cody didnt qualify so we were just in the room getting better so it ends up us having to be partners despite our weight difference so we start with just drilling top bottom moves…he started on top. And i just kept trying to find a way to antagonize him so he would do a move where his dick would lay on my face. So finally he drilled a move called a armbar half and he put his dick right under my nose and his whole sack on my mouth. And i acted like i hated it so he kept it there pushing down harder laughing while i was loving it..then i opened my mout and he moved at the same time and his soft dick slipped into my mouth…i tried to act natural so maybe he wouldnt notice and i could have his dick in my mouth for a while..so then we both got quiet and he still pushed down hard..then something really exciting happened i suddenly wrapped my lips around his dick acting as if i was trying to say something so i could feel it and right when i did that he grew semi hard and quickly took it out….
It then got really awkward and we just finished practice but coach made us and another person stay behind to clean the mats…after that we went in the lockeroom to shower and everyone else was getting finished and leaving and the guy that helped us didnt shower and went right home so it was just cody and i and we went to shower and we dont even shower near each other but while i had soap in my eyes i hear him ask me for some soap…i wondered how long hed been there watching since my eyes were closed…he jokingly pushed me and took some soap and started showering in the stall next to me…so we started talking like friends normally do..then he made a comment jokingly and said “hey wanna finish blowing me babe” and i jokingly said ok no problem…he replyed “then get on your knees cutie…i joking but also hopeful, got on my knees and closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide and hopeful
I then heard him move closer and i covered up my semi hard dick then i felt something on my nose and heard him tell me to open my eyes and when i didhe was bent over and had his butthole on my nose and he started laughing i then jokingly complained that i was really looking forward to blowimg him so he said ok ill do it forreal this time… so i closed my eyes again and opened wide and to my surprize i felt his dick head enter my mouth and i closed my mouth around his shaft and grabbed his bubble butt with both my hands and then heard him moan and i started bobbing my head up and down on his dick and after about 6 bobs i had his whole 6 inch dick in my mouth and felt his pubes against my upper lip and he continued to push down my throat then he pulled out and told me to lay down on my back and i did and he layed on me and grinded his dick on mine as we made out. He then sat up and moved his hips up to my face and sat on my chest. Seeing his six pack, tan line and sexy dick leaking precum really turned me on and i begged him to ram it down my throat and he did. As i deep throated him he grabbed my hand and licked my pointer i then grabbed his ass with my left feeling the softness and slowly fingered him with my right hand and he moaned loud and then took his dick out only leaving the head in and shot a huge load into my mouth. he squirted for about 8 seconds straight as i struggled to keep it all in. then i swallowed his delicious cum. Then he took his soft dick out and smiled at me, god he was so sexy then he turned around and layed on me in 69 position and started licking the length of it and i moaned as he did that. then he told me not to blow him, that he owed me one. then he put in his mouth, at first only getting about half of my 7in dick. as he bobbed i felt his dick get hard on my chest…with the height difference..us in 69 position is him on top blowing me and his ass pressed hard up against my face so i started to rim him and he jumped. i stuck my tongue in his ass..i usually wouldnt do rim jobs but i was extremely horny so i liked doing it…i then started darting my tongue on his hole then he started grinding his dick on my chest and he stuck two dry fingers in my tight hole making me let out a load moan then i stopped riming him and took his hairy ball sac in my mouth and then he finally managed to get all of my dick in his mouth and after about a minute of him deepthroating me i lifted his head so just he tip of my dick was in his mouth and shot my load, a huge load but somehow he managed to swallow it easily.
Then we got up and reshowered and made out some and went home and texted each other about who in our school we would love to have sex with…who we fantasize about when we jack off..if we stare at guys penis in the showers and at there bulges and asses at wrestling meets, whos dick weve seen in the shower..who we think has a big/small dick…past experiences and of course when we were gonna hang out
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Fantasy

Best week ever at Uncle John’s Part 1

I was very young when I began to notice urges that were not spoken of as being common amongst boys my age. I was jerking off by and sliding things in and out of my ass by the time I was a teen. The urges to slide objects in and out of my bottom escalated to include hair brushes, plastic rods, and the occasional tooth brush. But there was one thing I knew I must have inside me… I guess people could say I had daddy issues, but horny bi-sexual that was abandoned by their father probably has plenty of issues that tie into their sexuality. I wanted my uncle to own me and be my daddy.
When I would sit on Uncle John’s lap, I felt the limp unit that was much larger than mine. He let me sit in his lap all the time. Whenever I saw him in a chair I would run up and plop right into his lap, but when I became “too old” to sit in his lap it became an obsession to find a way back on his lap. As a teenager, I ached to sit in his lap to feel the soft lumps that pressed against my boxer short clad ass.
The summer of my 18th birthday I stayed with him for a couple of days, and one day I found myself staring at his lap. My mouth was watering and my ass was puckering. That’s when I knew what I needed. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to suck him and ride him like all those sluts I saw in those porn movies that he hid in his closet.
But, how?! How could I ride my uncle, who by all means of appearance was straight? When he left to go to the store across town, I decided I was going to either find blackmail material or justification for me to put my proverbial ass on the line. I began to dig through his closet and found the usual porn mags and movies. I then ran across a box that was hidden under clothes. When I opened it, I found everything I needed. He had a stash of pretty little panties and pictures of me bathing nude and pictures of his daughter naked and playing with her young tight twat. On the back of the photos of me were dates, times and tally marks then the phrase “# of times jerked off.” My plan was coming together AND I got to see my cousin naked!
When he got home, I was in my silk blue boxers and a slightly small shirt that rode up when I would bend over. The surprise I had for him was the pink thong that was in his closet was now riding up my tight little teenage ass. I waited for him to sit in his chair and then made my way past him and as I passed by I “dropped” the remote in front of him and I watched his face out of the corner of my eye as he saw the little pink thong peek out from my shorts. He smiled and acted as if he didn’t see. The smile was my queue. Without hesitation, I dropped my boxers right in front of him and he said, “You sure do look good in Anne’s panties. Come sit in Uncle John’s lap.”
I lost my shit. I was so excited. I sat slowly on to his lap. He spread his legs and I grinded my ass up and down his lap and felt the rock hard unit ready to pound my ass until I screamed. When I finally came to rest with his jogging pants bulge firmly throbbing against my ass, he said “You look wonderful in my daughter’s panties. She has danced for me while wearing those very panties. She approached me in a similarly tricky way that you did, but the difference was that I had to choose which hole to fuck. All I want on you is a little spit, and then your welcoming asshole.”
The only reply I could manage was “May I call you daddy? Just like that lucky little whore did?”
He smiled and said, “I’ll be your daddy, gurl. Now get daddy warmed up. I want to see if you’re any good at being the skanky slut you think you are.”
I dropped to my knees and slid his pants off. I began to massage his throbbing 9 inch manhood through his boxers. As I slid my hand along his clothed shaft, I slid my other hand under his boxers and began to fondle his balls. He moaned. He stood up and dropped his shorts. As his shorts fell, his thick cock slapped me on the top of the head so hard that I thought he hit me with something. I looked up and sucked his balls into my mouth. They were loose and floppy, just the way I love ‘em. I swirled my tongue around both balls, left and then right, until he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the bedroom.
He stood me next to the closet only wearing the pretty pink thong I stole. I asked, “What are we about to do, Daddy? Wasn’t I making you happy?”
“Very Happy, but we need a mini skirt on you,” he replied.
I stood there as he dressed me in a black mini skirt and a pink half shirt that I saw his daughter wear so many times. He grabbed me by the hair again and bent me over the bed. I heard a bottle top pop and then felt him smearing Vaseline on my asshole. Vaseline is my favorite lube. Its sticking and thick. He slid just the tip of his finger in my ass, and then pulled it out. I moaned in appreciation. Next he pressed the head of his thick member against my hole and said, “Now you’re gonna feel how a real slut feels, son.” He thrust inside of me with no warning. I am lucky that I fucked myself the night before, or I would have ripped badly. He grabbed my hips and just fucked and fucked and fucked me. Every thrust I screamed for more. I begged for him to fuck me harder and faster. He obliged. He pressed me down onto my stomach and fucked me until I nearly lost my voice screaming “DADDY, PLEASE, FUCK ME, DADDY!! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT JIZZ DADDY!” He fucked me for a solid 10 minutes before he shot me full of his cum. I laid on my stomach smiling ear to ear.
I looked back and said, “Thank you, daddy.”
He made me suck the cum off and out of his cock. He then said, “Just stay dressed like a whore. I’m going to the store and picking you out clothes and lingerie. We have a date tonight and for the next week. Did I mention that I can go 5 times a day? You’re my bitch until you go home to my sister. Until then, then you will drain my dick every time it gets hard. My cunt wife left me, and took my fuck toy daughter with her. Honestly, you’re a better fuck anyways. If you keep up the good fucks, I may do a few things for you. Hell, I may even drain your sissy little clit.”
I stayed face down on the bed. My mind swam in ecstasy. These were going to be the best 6 days of my life.
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Female Boss in charge

I had just taken a new job at a mid-sized company, and my initial reaction was that the team I was working with were a fun bunch of people who were very diligent about doing their jobs, but also treated each other in a friendly way. There were six people in our team headed up by Maxine, a tall (5’10”) attractive blonde who was probably in her late 20s, at first I wasn’t sure how things would work out given she was more than 10 years younger than me, but it became obvious that she was both very smart and treated everyone on the team as peers, in fact there were times where I wondered if she was too accommodating given she was the boss. Overall, my new work environment was the best I had ever worked in and I would go home at night thinking what a great decision it had been to move to the company.
About a month into my new job we were working on a large presentation which Maxine was going to deliver to a new client on the following Monday. I was working hard on the Thursday afternoon to wrap it up so that we could have a final group discussion on the Friday when Maxine walked by my desk and asked how close I was to being complete, because she had an offsite meeting with a different client at 5pm. I told her that it was going to be at several more hours, but I should be done by 7pm.
“Good work” she replied, “Unfortunately my home printer is screwed, so can I get you to bring me a copy at my apartment?”
“Sure, no problem” I said “I’ll drop it by at 7:30, unless it takes longer to finish, then I’ll text you to let you know”
With that she gave me her address and left the office for her other meeting.
I made good time on the rest of the project and was soon in a cab heading to her place. As we drove I was thinking to myself how committed she was – we had a full day to work up additional changes to the presentation, but she still wanted to give it a preliminary review tonight. “I guess that’s how she managed to get to be a boss at such a young age” I thought to myself.
The streets were surprisingly busy, but since I finished my work faster than anticipated I was right on time as I rang her buzzer.
“Hello” the voice at the other end crackled
“Hi Maxine, it’s Mike, I have your copy of the presentation” I replied
“OK, come on in” followed by the door buzzing unlocked
I proudly walked up the steps thinking to myself what a great job I had done not only on the presentation, but also on going out of my way to deliver it. This will help strengthen her impression of me. I knocked on the door, and after a couple of moments it was opened and I saw a stern looking Maxine, dressed as she had been at work all day, looking back at me.
“Here is the…” I said half stepping into her doorway, before being cut off
“This is very disappointing” she said tersely, snatching the envelope out of my hand
I was completely stunned and stammered some jibberish as I tried to understand what I had done wrong.
“Come in here and we’ll have to sort this out” she blurted at me, maintaining the unfriendly expression that I hadn’t seen on her face since I took the job.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong” I said sheepishly stepping into her apartment and hearing the door click shut behind me.
“You said you’d be here at 7:30, or you’d text to advise me otherwise” was the snapped response, “what time is it now?”
I fumbled to check the time and replied “7:32”.
“Exactly. Now I realize that you’re new on the team, but I don’t tolerate team members failing to deliver on their promises. Come into this other room and we’ll have to figure out what your punishment will be”.
I followed her into the other room too stunned to have an immediate reaction, but feeling my anger building after I had stayed late and gone out of my way to deliver the presentation. Before I could say anything she turned and disappeared out of the room throwing a comment “Wait here, I will be back in a couple of minutes to deal with this matter”.
The silence of the room left me to think more about a response to Maxine’s excessive reaction, and I started to formulate what I was going to say to challenge her over what was basically a negligible time difference. The wait was at most a couple of minutes, but by the time I heard the door start to open I was ready to verbally assault her over her unreasonableness.
First I heard the click of high heels on the floor, followed by the sight of her wearing a tight black short skirted PVC outfit combined with exceedingly high heeled boots, a paddle dangling from her hand. The contours of her body were perfectly silhouetted by the outfit, and while she was not a large breasted woman, her outfit had pressed her breasts upwards so that she had a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage on display.
She slowly, walked across the room to me in steps which left the click of her heels echoing in my brain. She stopped inches in front of my face, and by virtue of her high heels she was staring down at me, leaving me intimidated by the combination of her attire, her height superiority and the completely different persona from anything I had encountered from her in the previous month.
All of the thoughts I had about what to say were lost, I was confused, silent and powerless to react. She looked down upon me for several seconds seeming to relish the control she had of the situation, and then spoke in a soft measured tone.
“I know that you are new with the company, but we still all need to know the rules. I have to give you 6 stokes of the paddle so that you understand for the future.”
Mentally disoriented, I found myself incapable of doing anything other than turning and bending over to receive my punishment.
“No, no, no” she tsked “your trousers have done nothing wrong – you are the one who needs disciplining. Take off all your clothes immediately.” She said in a still soft tone, but with an obvious stress on “immediately”
Completely lost in the situation, I unconsciously started to disrobe down to my boxer shorts at which time I looked to see her eyes in a silent but determined stare drilling through mine, no reaction was required for me to know that she was waiting for my absolute compliance. I dropped my boxers to the floor and then bent over to receive my paddling to supplement the humiliation of my complete submission to my boss.
My hope that this would be over quickly was mistaken as she walked a very slow, methodical circle around me as though I was her prey. Again each heel strike on the floor seemed to send electric shocks through my brain interrupting my racing thoughts over how I got into this predicament, what I was going to do to get out of it, and an additional mass of jumbled incoherent synapse firing. After what seemed an eternity she stopped on my left side, then I felt her gently make a cross on my left buttock with a finger nail, followed by her softly uttering “one”, then the paddle connected with my left buttock creating a solid smacking sound and a warmth which seemed to spread towards my head after a couple of seconds, refocussing my attention on my plight.
As the radiating warmth died down, I quickly realized that the paddle stroke had actually been far more gentle than I had feared. My mind raced trying to analyze this fact and what message it delivered. In my mental distraction I blocked out the continued footsteps as she circled to my right side, crossed my right buttock, notified “two” then brought the paddle down onto my right buttock with similar strength to the first stroke.
More circling, finger-nail crosses, a “three” and a “four” and the warmth in my buttocks was supplemented by a further pair of blows which seemed slightly more gentle than the first pair. Just as my mind was beginning to gain comfort and balance with the rhythm of the situation, Maxine then destroyed the cadence with a longer delay, no walking and dead silence. After what seemed endless, but was probably only 15 seconds, she issued a “five” and as I started to contemplate the fact she had marked no target buttock, the paddle connected across both cheeks, slightly more gently than the second pair of strokes. This blow scarcely registered to me and it immediately solidified my opinion that she had realized that she had accomplished her goal and she was simply going through the motions before allowing me to leave in humiliation.
Knowing I was all but finished, one gentle paddle stroke to be delivered, I started thinking about collecting my clothes, dressing and fleeing as quickly as my legs would take me. I would regain my composure at home {“six” echoed somewhere beyond my attention} and figure out what to do about this whole situation and…..
“WHACK” the paddle connected one final time with a decidedly ungentle blow that immediately and for the seemingly umpteenth time since I entered Maxine’s apartment told me I was out of my depth in whatever was occurring. Only later that night, in retrospect, did I conclude that the blow probably wasn’t much harder than the first pair, but it might as well have been delivered by a fully running swing of the paddle based on my inappropriately established expectation. I sucked in deeply, letting out a slight gasp and was distracted from my thought process around escaping Maxine’s lair.
I stood up, feeling like a somewhat punch-drunk fighter trying to get his bearings, and staggered towards my pile of discarded clothes. I knelt down on one knee to gather them, only for Maxine to kneel behind me looping one arm around my body, under one arm, and up across my neck and pulling my body tight to hers, her cool PVC outfit pressing against my back as she moved her mouth to my ear and whispered “you’re not done yet” as her other hand reached around me, cupped my testicles in her hands briefly, then slid along the length of my throbbing penis.
That was the first time I realized how aroused the paddling had made me. The collective impact of the constraint of her arm across my chest and neck, her hand around my cock, the sensation of cool PVC insistently pressing against my back contrasting with her hot breath caressing the side of my face started to snap me out of my stunned stupor.
Her hand lingered on my rod, sliding once ever so delicately from base to head and back down, her tongue flicking delicately at my earlobe. While I now realized that she had vastly expanded her concern from her initial “punishment” I had no idea whether I had any part in the decision of how this was to progress, and whether I would simply be meat put through the tenderizer for her satisfaction. The one thing I was sure of was that I now was comfortable with whatever way she wished for this to evolve – she had me completely under her control, though for the first time that night I had escaped my total sense of confusion at the proceedings.
In a soft almost sweet voice she murmured “I’m sorry for having to punish you, but it’s my responsibility as a boss to ensure that the team understands how the rules work”, before adding with a slightly more devilish tone “besides, it seems like you enjoyed your punishment” coupling the second statement with a steady squeeze of my throbbing member.
I barely whispered a “Yes Ma’am” as I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath of her erotic scent.
She rose up, never removing either her arm or her hands from where they were placed, somewhat dragging me to a standing position, my eyes still closed as I luxuriated in the awareness of the situation.
She released her physical grip on me then led me by the hand to a bed and had me lie on my back. She quickly straddled my chest and pinned my wrists to the bed each side of my head, then leant forward pushing her constrained cleavage into my face, permitting me to greedily bury my face in the valley of her breasts. She had allowed me my first dose of control for only a couple of seconds when she shifted to my left, reached for something unseen and in no time at all had my left wrist bound in a leather cuff which was strapped to the bed. Moments later she had rocked back to my right and repeated the task with my other wrist, leaving me to ponder how fleeting my episode of control had been. She returned to her perch on my chest, sliding down to bring her face in line with mine, her blue eyes glimmering as she stared into my eyes.
Again, ever so softly she spoke “It’s very important to me that the team performs at its best, but while discipline is an important part of that – as you now understand – so is having a good team rapport. Part of that is to make sure that we on the team have fun together…..you have been very understanding of the need for discipline, do you think that you can demonstrate to me that you are also good at having fun?”
Bound or not, submitted or not, I knew I had no place I wanted to be at this time other than where I was, and I replied less meekly than before “I am definitely interested in having fun, and I want to prove to you that you can count on me to be good as part of a team”.
She brought her mouth to my ear and said “Good, I like team players, and think of myself as a good team player too….but at this instant you need to understand that you’re on MY team” as she finished she brought her face back in front of mine and ever so gently nibbled on my lower lip, then replacing her teeth with her red painted lips and suckling on my lip until she snaked her tongue into my eager mouth.
Our tongues danced and wrestled in my mouth before I pushed past her lips to reciprocate and taste her inner cheeks. Eventually she pulled her mouth away and rotated her body, reaching for my right ankle, strapping that to the bed, followed by the left – now I was spread-eagled in my awareness of being on HER team.
As she was binding me into place I had raised my head up and was watching her shaved pussy as the bottom of her skirt rode up while she strapped down my ankles. Then, once I was fully secured in place, she started to back up towards my head, uttering only the single word “Lick”. Once her shaven lips were within reach of my tongue I quickly obeyed, starting with long greedy passes of my tongue up alternating sides of her pussy, then riding deeper in the ridge between them, investigating the inner warmth and revelling as my taste-buds cherished her musky flavour. She hesitated there for a while, then slowly and rhythmically began grinding back into my tongue, allowing enough time in her motion for me to carefully flick at her hard clit with my straining tongue, feeling a very slight shudder in her thighs as each such flick sent shots of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Good boy” she said, purring as I continued bathing her moistening crotch “you do seem like a good team player, and I definitely like having you on my team. I don’t want you to think that I’m not a contributor just because it’s my team though.” With that I felt her warm saliva on the end of my now raging hard-on, followed by pressure as she closed her mouth around my purple head and began to slide her mouth up and down steadily sliding a little deeper each time, her tongue twisting like a snake as she lowered her face.
I let out a gasp breaking my tongue’s contact with her raging warmth, the cooler air refreshing my mouth. As I started towards her pussy again she rapidly flicked her tongue around the underside of the head of my cock causing me to flinch and suck my teeth in arousal. With that she rotated her body off of mine stealing away my mouth watering delight, and slipped my desperate cock out of her mouth and muttered
“Clearly something’s distracting you from my pussy – I guess if you won’t put your tongue to use on me I at least should make sure you don’t distract me from what I’m doing” and with a wicked grin she reached under the bed and pulled out a ball-gag, slid it into my frantic mouth and deftly buckled it into place, halting my ability to both interfere with her dining, but also blocking my as yet unsatiated tongue from the meal of my choice.
She stood beside the bed, then raised one boot to the bed to remove it, seemingly ensuring that I had a perfect view of her crotch as she did so. I had seen her legs before in the office, but only covered in stockings, so seeing the silky bare immaculate skin provided another to the overflowing reasons to be stimulated. Her flexed calf muscles and slender but firm thighs quickly reminded me how I couldn’t currently enjoy the possibility of having my face grasped between those sensual thighs, her calves straining against my back to ensure my face was sufficiently buried in her womanhood.
She delighted in carefully repeating the process with the other boot, watching me work against my bonds to no avail.
“All in good time my little team player” she snickered wrestling herself free from her PVC outfit, finally showing her full nakedness seemingly eons after she had forced mine. Much like her legs, she had a taut stomach and her arms showed that she worked out enough to be fit and strong, but not so much as to be overly muscled, and her breasts while loosed from the support giving outfit still remained firm and delectable, though the warmth of her outfit and our shared activities left her nipples needing some attention to make them as pert as I bet they could be – the mere thought of that sent a pulse through my groin, now becoming impatient at being ignored. She stood briefly, allowing my eyes to feast on her naked form before reaching down under the bed again, and resuming her perch over my member without me seeing what she had reached for.
Again she lowered her bright red lips down my shaft and again it sent shudders through me, only now I could only grunt around the gag filling my mouth. She looked up at me, teasing my cockhead with her tongue and smiled as I twitched – I was left hoping she wouldn’t leave me hanging at this state for too long as my testicles felt like beachballs waiting to unload themselves of the excessive tension.
She pulled back her head, then I saw what she had grabbed from the floor, as she slipped on a white latex glove, swiftly dripped some KY on two fingers, and moved them to my unprotected ass crack, and gently worked one, then the second finger up into my back passage. She delicately manipulated them around for a short time, then lowered her head back to my straining rod, using her other hand to hold it still from all the exhilaration driven throbbing. With expert skill she massaged my cockhead with her tongue and my prostate with her fingers. This time she didn’t hesitate with any stopping and starting, building to a frenzy of lips, tongue and fingers leaving me no ability to do anything other than rapidly rise to the most powerful climax I have ever experienced spurting endless streams of cum into her diligent mouth, my body shaking and bouncing around as much as my constraints allowed, all the time being ridden by Maxine’s mouth like a rodeo cowboy.
As I slowly calmed back down, not helped by with occasional impish brush of her tongue around my cock, or extra little tweak of my prostate, I was able to relax and let some of the strain out of my now aching arms. She stood, removed the glove, cleaned up my softening member then removed the ball-gag from my mouth, allowing me to work my jaw around to release some of the built up tension.
“That was wonderful” she said with a broad grin “you have been a very good boy on MY team, now let’s see what you’re like on your own terms.” With that she started to unstrap my ankles, followed by my wrists until I was finally as free as she was.
“I must admit that I’m not very patient though, so don’t expect any rest time just because of what you just did” she continued in a selfish purr.
I didn’t care in the slightest, I may have been shattered by the power of that orgasm, but I reached around her waist, gently rolled her over so she was on her back, allowing me to see her fully naked beauty again. I sat across her stomach using the strength of my legs to take some of the weight off of her, then palm to palm I laced my fingers with hers, then turned my hands up so that each of our palms was fully exposed. Slowly but methodically I put my mouth to the inside of her right wrist and began nibbling, licking and kissing up towards her body, occasionally stopping and simply swirling circles with my tongue on her soft inner arm skin. As I got to her bicep I stopped, raised her hands above her head, and lowered my face to hers, first kissing her lower lip, then shifting back to repeat our tongue dance from earlier, lingering as we smeared our faces together as if forcing our faces to merge. After a period of kissing I lowered her arms back to her sides and started working from her left wrist back up to her bicep. Once there I slowly shifted across to the centre of her chest, moistening in expanding circles across the edges of her breasts moving out until the circles resulted in my tongue running across each now hardening nipple in turn. After ensuring each nipple had hardened into bumpy lumps I took care to vary between each nipple keeping both rock hard as I tweaked and drooled over Maxine’s buds. As I was doing this she was gradually wrapping her legs around my thigh and grinding her now sopping pussy against my leg. Breaking free from her snarling legs I gradually kissed and licked my way down her flat stomach working towards her steaming crotch. No sooner was my face at her groin than she wrapped a leg around the back of my neck and slipped her hands into my hair, clutching at follicles and urgently wrenching my face into place to pleasure her. Finally getting my chance at control, I broke her hands free, swiftly rolled her onto her stomach, clasped her wrists behind her back and managed to manipulate my hands to have my left hand controlling both of her wrists.
As she let out a pleading moan the trouble maker in me wanted to slap the ball gag in her mouth, but I was too busy getting my value elsewhere to worry about that battle just yet. I adjusted my body to be able to reach under her waist, raising her up, and slid two pillows under her hips, still maintaining my control of her wrists. This task complete, I set back to work, methodically licking from her clit all the along her lips, and back up the crack of her ass, flicking at her puckered asshole on the way.
Minute after minute of this delighted my sense of taste and smell, and the quaking of Maxine’s thighs, and her increased moaning left me clear that she too was cherishing this oral barrage. Finally I kept my focus on her protruding clit, licking, sucking, nibbling, flicking until in a spasm of epic proportions she cried out in ecstasy as her whole body shuddered to a raging orgasm as her legs started to give way limiting my access to her clit – releasing her hands I quickly lifted up her hips and slipped my face underneath her wrapping my arms round her thighs to allow her no escape from my continued tonguing. The noise of her moaning and bucking as I tended her highly sensitive parts must have been heard around the neighbourhood, and only after a little more fun did I relinquish control and allow her to collapse onto the bed, her face partially covered by her rustled hair, and her ribcage heaving from exhaustion.
After a couple of minutes of deep breathing and recovery she admitted
“Wow, you are a good player! Those are the sort of skills I’ve been looking for on my team!”
We weren’t done yet, sharing lots more positions and entertainment as we went well into the night, finishing with me pounding Maxine doggy-style as the bed screamed as though it was being destroyed. Even at the end of such a long session I came hard making me feel like I was still in my twenties – Maxine’s sexiness definitely had brought out the best in me. By the time I left, I struggled to find the energy to get home. All the way there I kept thinking to myself that in the future at work I’d be quick to volunteer, but doubted I’d ever deliver anything to Maxine on time!

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Jayson 2

This is a continuation of my first story. It is easier to understand if you read that one first.
I push off of Jayson and scramble towards my clothes. I throw his boxers at him and I put on my shorts and tank top as I run towards the closet. Just as the door to the room opens I slide into a small closet filled with toiletries. I hear Dakota start to talk to Jayson as I climb up to a top shelf in the closet (I’m pretty nimble ha).
“Wow dude.. I can tell you got some last night.”
Jayson just smiles and mumbles a “mhm”. I hear Dakota laugh and tell him that he’s gonna take Stacy to work on his way to his work. I hear a tone of excitement in Jayson’s voice as he tells him hes just gonna hang out here today.
Dakota nods, “alright. See ya later man.” He walks out the door.
I remain frozen in the closet until I hear his engine start and the car pull out of the driveway. As I start climbing down from the shelf, the closet door opens and I see Jayson’s tan, toned body standing in just boxers. I smile at him as I make one last hop and my feet land on the floor. He makes a half smile and opens the door wider and lets me out. He leans up against the back of the couch and begins..
“So. About last night…” There it was. I thought it was gonna happen but I hoped not.. I was drunk Kelly. I didn’t mean for last night to happen. We can’t do this. I swallowed low in my throat and braced myself for what I thought he would describe as a mistake. But he took me by surprise.
“I want you more than I want anything else. You are so damn perfect for me and I can’t just let what happened last night get out of my mind” I glanced up and him and slowly my mouth formed a smile.
“Dammit Jayson..” I muttered as he pulled my chin up to look at him, “why do you have to be so damn charming?”
He smiled and pulled me into him as he planted a kiss on my forehead. I smiled up at him and pressed my lips against his as his hands rested on the small of my back. I felt his tongue prodding at my lips and I eagerly granted it entry. I sat on the back of the couch and pulled him closer to me by the waistband on his boxers. I placed one hand on the back of his head and I pulled him closer to me as my tongue danced around with his. My other hand was rested on the waistband of his boxers gently pulling the front down. He began to fondle my breasts through my tank top and my moans were muffled against his mouth.
I slide off the couch and yank his boxers down making his cock spring out at full mast. I softly kiss his down his chest, to his abs, and then slowly I run the tip of my tongue up the underside of his shaft. He groans and leans against the couch as he grips onto my wavy hair. I flick my tongue at the tip of his cock tasting his pre cum while my one hand massages his balls and the other wraps around the base of his cock. I slide the head into my mouth and I suck hard making his knees go weak. He starts to move his hips back and forth making me take in about 6 inches of his cock. He groans as I move my hand up and down matching his thrusts as I start to slide my hand down into my shorts. He starts to thrust his hips faster and I feel his cock hit my throat.
Jayson starts to moan and grunts, “I.. I’m gonna cum!”
I take his whole cock in my mouth and as I feel his cock hit my throat I swallow. The sensation drives him over the edge and he grips my hair tight as his cum shoots into my mouth. I swallow as much as I can and he smiles as a small drip runs down my chin. He runs his finger up my chin, cleaning off his cum, and I pull his hand to my mouth and slowly lick and suck the cum off. I can hear Jayson swallow and then begin to nuzzle and kiss the nape of my neck. I feel his lips form into a smile as he presses them to my neck, followed by a soft chuckle.
I pull back quizzically and ask, “why the hell are you laughing”
His smile broadens, “even after last night and this morning, you still smell delicious…”
I giggle and he roughly presses his lips against mine. I guide him over to the couch and force him to lay down as I climb on top of him. I pull his arms over his head and pin them to the armrest.
“Do you want me baby,” I seductively whisper as I gently nibble on his ear.
“Oh fuck yes Kelly..!” he breathlessly makes out as his hands make their way to my hips.
I grab his hands mid-way to my hips and re-pin them above his head. I hold them secure with one hand and I pull my thong to the side as I tauntingly wiggle my hips over his now hard cock. I bite my lip as I hold my hips just above his cock.
“Kelly! C’mon baby just let me fuck you! I can’t take it any longer!” he begs as I run my tongue along my upper lip.
I lean close to his face and barely brush my lips against his, “say please..”
The moment his mouth formed to moan the word I slam down and his cock fills me up. I scream out in pleasure as he growls low in his throat. I move my hips slightly to adjust to his size as he moans “Aw fuck! You’re soo damn tight!” I half smile spreads across my face and I press my lips to his to muffle my moans. I softly bite his lower lip as I move my hips up and down the whole length of his cock. His strong arms soon overpower my grip and he holds my waist as he thrusts up into me. I let out a high pitched moan with every one of his thrusts as my fingernails dig into his chest. He pulls me off of his dick and pushes me onto my hands and knees. Just as I look back at him I feel his dick slide into my wet cunt and his hands tightly grasp at my ass. I lean more forward and rest on my forearms and lay my head on my hands. He starts to thrust harder and deeper inside of me as he massages my clit. I moan as my legs shake and my hips buck up and down.
He leans over me and groans in my ear “I’m. Gonna. Cum!” matching each of his powerful thrusts. I arch my back, sticking my ass higher in the air as my pussy tightens around his exploding cock. Right as I feel his first stream of cum spurt into me my cum flows out of me and down his cock making him push into me harder. As he pulls his cock out of me I turn around and lick it clean, tasting the mixture of our juices. He pulls my hair away from my face and clutches my body close in a hug as I lie down next to him. His strong, toned arms fold around my petite body as I rest my head and arm on his chest. I crane my neck to look up at him as he kisses my nose and we both drift off to sleep.
Part 2.
My eyes flicker open and I see Jayson still sound asleep next to me. I glance at the clock on my phone, 12:45 pm. I gently climb off the couch and toss my clothes on.
I make my way up to the house and I grab a change of clothes as I make my way to the shower. I undress and turn the radio on loud as I climb into the steamy shower. I wash and condition my hair and follow with some body wash. I stand in the hot stream and close my eyes as I run my hands down my curves. I jump as I feel someone’s hands replace mine. I spin around and see Jayson’s white smile broaden on his face. He gently bites my ear and his toned, muscular stomach presses against my stomach and chest and I shudder under his strength. I push him to the bottom of the tub and make him lay down. I turn so that we are in the 69 position and I straddle jayson’s face. He begins to run his tongue along my lips as his thumb firmly presses against my sensitive clit. I lean down and take his whole cock in my mouth, groaning as he pushes his tongue against my wet hole. I circle the head of his cock with my tongue as my left hand twists around the base of his throbbing dick. He smacks my ass as his hands wrap around my thighs. He pauses and moans “fuck hun! Im really close” I bob my head up and down the whole length of his cock until I feel my legs tense up and my hips push closer to Jayson’s face. He sucks hard on my clit while he moves his fingers faster and I scream “Oh fuck Jayson!!!!” as i cum into his mouth. I take one of his balls into my mouth as I jerk him off with my left hand. He grabs my wet hair and pulls up making his cock slide into my mouth. He forcefully pushes it down as he cums down my throat.
We both stand up and I loudly sigh as I lean against the wall. Jayson grabs me from behind and whispers “I think we need to clean you up Kel” his hands cup my breasts making me giggle and press my ass into his crotch.
He pulls the strawberry body lotion from the shelf and rubs it on a sponge. He scrubs my arms, back,, breasts and stomach and he slides his tongue into my mouth. I passionately kiss back and he pulls back to finish. He hands me the sponge as I walk into the stream and I scrub his broad shoulders and strong chest. He rinses off and we both get out of the shower.
He walks into the living room after we dress and he fiercely kisses me as he leaves to get ready for football practice…
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Jack married Britney at the age of 29, she was 21. He married her out of loneliness more than anything, and from his desire of having a family. You see, Britney had a young daughter, Taylor, whom she had at a very young age herself. Britney was a stripper and continued to strip while they were married. She was a bad mother, and Jack took to caring for Taylor, taking her to school, and being there for her whenever she needed it.