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Community Service – Part One

BANG. BANG. BANG.
“Sharon, get your lazy ass out of bed,” Margo yelled between forceful knocks on the dorm room door. The fact she even had to go through this little charade agitated the young red head beyond words. There was no way in hell Sharon was still asleep, Margo was pounding loud enough to wake a corpse. The Blackberry in her back pocket started to vibrate, indicating a text message was received. Margo cursed very softly as she fished the phone out of her designer jeans.
sorry. sick. will do next month’s event. promise!!!
“You’re a selfish coward,” Mar screamed at the door. She quickly spun around on the heels of her new Prada boots and stormed down the hall in a huff. The young coed was angry enough to punch out a decrepit old lady. No wonder she had run unopposed for the job of Sorority Philanthropy director. Wrangling a pack of rich, spoiled, self-absorbed prima-donnas was a task straight from hell.
Despite her sarcastic, tough jock attitude, Margo was always very caring. Giving up one Saturday of her month to help the less fortunate didn’t seem like the end of the world. She’d like to believe her adopted sisters felt the same way. Yet, the hallway of the college dormitory resembled a western town at high noon. One of the doors slowly started to creek open before suddenly slamming shut again.
“Good grief,” Margo thought to herself. “They’ve learned the sound of my freaking footsteps.”
As she rounded the corner, Mar noticed a small group of girls waiting for the elevator. One of the ladies spotted Margo in the corner of her eye and hit the button again.
“Hang on! Wait you guys,” Margo yelled, sprinting as fast as her muscular thighs could.
Remarkably, every other sorority girl had seemingly to gone deaf overnight. The flock of girls avoided eye contact and faked small talk, allowing the steel doors to nearly close in Margo’s face.
“When did I get the plague?” she grumbled to herself before kicking the elevator door.
Mar hurried down the stairs and shoved the side exit open, the chill morning air gushing in. The strong wind blew around her auburn hair as she raced across the campus green. Margo lowered her head and wished she had worn more than just the thin sorority hoodie.
She passed by a male student who twisted his neck around and looked her over. Margo paid it little notice. Four years of high school sports had given her broad shoulders and a round, thick ass. Men “subtly” eyeballed her everywhere she went.
The attention was nice but it was one more reason she never liked doing community service alone. The school wouldn’t use a shuttle bus for less than five people and she’d need to walk through some rougher parts of Pittsburgh.
The gated entrance of her college was almost like the checkpoint to a United States embassy. Once Margo crossed past the fence she was in a completely different world. In a matter of a few blocks the entire environment transformed, the brownstone buildings giving way to barred windows on graffiti covered housing projects.
Margo quickened her pace as she crossed below the underpass, desperate not to attract the attention of a group of homeless people warming by an oil drum fire.
She turned left on to MLK Drive just as the wind picked up again. Margo her big doe eyes and pulled the directions out of her hoodie.
“606? 909? You’re so useless Sharon.”
Mar would have liked proper printed out direction with a map. Sharon had just lazily wrote a number on to a torn scrap of paper, she didn’t even bother to put the street name. Margo kept flipping the paper over, completely unsure of if the numbers were intended to be 6’s or 9’s.
Margo mumbled to herself and crumbled up the paper, tossing it towards the nearest full dumpster. Looks like she’d have to check both buildings, not a big deal, but she was certainly going to chew Sharon out once she got back.
Margo inspected her surroundings as she climbed the stairs of 606 MLK Drive. Her gut told her this was the right building. It looked just like the kind of places she helped renovate for previous community service events- an evicted, rotting building complete with broken windows and spilled garbage.
The sound of voices inside filled her mind with a small relief, the project organizer must already be working. She knocked on the front door, a much more polite knock than in the dorms. She waited a moment before knocking again.
The voices inside started talking faster but she couldn’t make out actual sentences. While waiting, Margo pulled out a small pocket mirror and inspected her appearance. The winter weather had made her cheeks even rosier than usual. Even her small, upturned nose was now a pink shade, creating a cute, cartoon rabbit appearance.
The door slowly creaked open and Mar shoved the mirror in her purse. Out walked a muscular black man in a white tank top and a flat brim, red ball cap.
“Hello, I’m Margo,” she said cheerfully. “I’m here to help with the community service.”
The young man just stared at her for a second before catching up to speed. “Oh yeah, cool. Names D’Marcus,” he said with a quick handshake. “We’re in the last room on the left. Glad you made it,” he stated while holding the door open for her.
Margo smiled and headed down the hall. D’Marcus seemed rather surprised at first. It must have been because she showed up alone and they were expecting a lot of help. Make no mistake, Margo was going to be writing her sisters up. They had just made her and the entire sorority look bad.
When everyone is short on their required hours they better not…
The thought ended abruptly as she entered the room. There was a heavy, hazy smoke and it reeked from marijuana. Rap music blared from a crappy, old stereo. Four other young black men relaxed on beat up old sofas, all wearing various red items. On the table sat an open switch blade, bricks of cocaine, and a heavy, black handgun.
Without a word Margo spun around to bolt out of the room, colliding with D’Marcus. He wrapped his arms around her and heel kicked the apartment door closed.
“This little bitch is named Margo,” he said through a wicked grin. “She’s here to help y’all niggas with some community service.”
Margo’s heart raced as laughs and evil grins filled the room.
“Damn son, a fucking red haired bitch,” exclaimed a rather short thug. “I never got to jump a red head before.”
The word “jump” nearly destroyed her inside. Margo’s worst fears were coming true.
An obese gangster, rubbed at his crotch. “Look at that sweater. You know them sorority girls are all huge sluts.”
Margo was horrified. Could he actually think she’d like this? The lankiest of the men sat up to get a better look at her.
“Shit man, never mind the sweater,” he explained. “Look at her skin color. All white girls are secret sluts.”
Margo open her mouth and words just started to pour out uncontrollably. “Please don’t hurt me! I went to a wrong house. This was a mistake,” she cried. “I will go and won’t tell anyone what I saw. I promise! You can take my purse. Don’t hurt me.”
A very angry gangster, dressed in an old fashion suit and sunglasses, stood up and slapped her across the face.
“We can? You ever think you can ever tell a black man what to do, you’re a worthless little honkey trick,” the suited man scolded with a still raised fist. “You don’t even have the right to talk to us. Niggas, don’t give this white she-devil the satisfaction of a fuck. I say we give her a proper beat down and dump the body some where.”
Margo wasn’t sure if she was going to vomit, faint, or both. How could someone she had never met hate her so much? D’Marcus managed to keep her from rag-dolling to the floor, though he just wanted her standing so he could continue rubbing his crotch on her ass.
“Get off you’re fucking high horse man,” D’Marcus scolded. “Enjoy some white tail with us. You wanna leave this apartment alive, baby?”
“Oh god yes. I will do whatever you want,” Mar explained as tear began to roll down her rosy cheeks. D’Marcus kissed her neck and groped her breasts. Margo closed her eyes and whimpered.
“What a smart little white slut,” D’Marcus cooed as he continued to leave hickeys on her neck. Without warning he let go and she fell to the floor with a thud. The lanky gangster pointed and let out an obnoxious laugh.
“Strip to your fucking panties, NOW!” D’Marcus ordered.
Grunting, Margo made it to her feet. She reached for her sweatshirt and then stopped. Her mind was having a war with itself. Mar knew she had to do what they said. Her life depended on it. Still, another part of her was screaming no. Doing this would change her forever. She’d be broken inside. Looking up, she saw all the gazing eyes and lecherous smiles. Never before had she felt so violated. Why didn’t…
Hurry the fuck up you lazy cracker,” the suited man snarled through clenched teeth. “ You don’t want to see me pissed off.”
Margo didn’t see how the dark skinned man could get any angrier than he already was, but she wasn’t about to test the theory. In a blink of an eye her sorority sweater was on the ground. She fumbled with the buttons on the Abercrombie dress shirt, biting her lip to keep from crying. The open shirt slid down her back, sending a shiver along with it. The thugs jeered and laughed at the new sight: two full, curvaceous, pale breasts hidden behind a lacy deep blue bra.
“What a fucking sight,” proclaimed the littlest thug. “A red haired bitch in a blue bra. It even gotta cute little bow in the middle.”
The bow. Her heart skipped the beat, a terrifying revelation dawning. Mar dressed this morning half a sleep, rushing to not be late. She didn’t even remember what she choose, but she always matched. The blue bow bra could only mean…
“Wake up white gurl,” the fat man said while snapping his fingers. “Get them jeans off.”
Margo felt light headed again as the room swirled. “Please, I have credit cards. Three of them! I’ll give you the pin!” she blabbered.
“We can have the cards if you’re alive or not.” The angriest member stated as he cracked his knuckles.
Margo practically jumped out of her Prada boots. Her trembling hands struggled to undo the belt. Her eyes closed in fear as the skin tight jeans peeled to the ground, dreading what was coming next. Please, please, please have worn something else. Why did she even buy those panties? Her parents were right to have scolded her. Why didn’t she listen?
There was no hooting or hollering like when she took off her shirt. There was just a hushed silence that slowly filled a room, a group revelation that confirmed her worst fear. Peering through half shut eyes, Margo saw slacked jaws on all of the thugs. Even the man wearing shades looked pleasantly surprised.
“Shit son,” the lankiest criminal exclaimed through a Cheshire cat grin. He shook his heads in disbelief, taking a moment to find the right words. “This slut came gift wrapped,” he yelled before breaking into a full chest laugh.
The others quickly joined in, their voices more rowdy and spiteful than before. Margo could only lower her head and sob. The man was telling the truth. The only thing hiding her sex was a dainty, lace covered, blue g-string. The back of the lingerie was just two slithers of fabric forming a t shape, with an actual blue birthday present bow sewed to the center.
The young redhead couldn’t even bare to look at the thugs expressions. She kept her eyes glued to the dirty apartment floor and slowly moved her hands behind her back, a futile attempt cover her very exposed ass.
“Turn around and stick that ass out,” D’Marcus ordered with a finger twirling motion. Margo quickly complied, meekly spinning around, her legs as soft as noodles. Her ass shook a little, but only from fear.
The angriest thugs open palm connected right on the center of Margo’s behind. She leaped and let out a startled, high pitch squeal that pleased the gangsters.
“I know you white bitches have gold fish brains, but this is unacceptable,” belittled the suited man. “My nigga just told you stick that pale ass out.”
Margo quickly arched her back, her ass poking out towards the approaching gangsters. The flow of tears down her face steadied as everyone closed in. The shaded man continued to squeeze and grope it.
“God damn, I’ve never seen a white bitch with so much booty,” he exclaimed mid inspection. “Who said you were allowed this cracker?”
Margo’s lips were moving before her brain even registered the question. “Well…uh…I…uh…mostly.. m…my genetics. I do…um..s-s-sports… ran track….swam….crew t-t-teaam,” her sentence ended in another high pitch squeal as a different hand struck her left cheek. It was the short man, smiling from ear to ear.
“Typical white bitch. Thinks she can have anything she wants,” the lanky thug commented as he massaged her breasts. “These titties are nice and firm gurl. Daddy buy you them?”
Margo tried to choke in another sob as invading hands explored every inch at her. “No sir. My breasts are real,” she explained in a near whisper. Fattie shook his head, clearly not convinced.
“Going have to see for myself,” the chubby thug stated as he ripped the bra off her body.
His surprise invasion startled Mar, she rose to her tip toes and shrieked again. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, the pink nipples freed from the restrictive bra, again pleasing the men.
“Shit son, we haven’t even fucked this slut yet and she already shrieking,” the fat man said between licks of her left breast. Margo slightly shifted her body away from the thug’s invading tongue, but it just raised the right breast invitingly to the angrier thug.
“ All white cunts are like that,” the shaded thug explained as if he was an expert. “ These assholes think they’re untouchable and their shit don’t stank. Isn’t that true, baby?” he asked before biting on her right nipple.
Margo gasped, in pain and slight pleasure, from his bite. Her stomach turned again as her mind raced for an answer to the question. She could answer honestly and risk angering the thug by disagreeing. On the other hand, agreeing would supply him with more hateful lies. There was no right answer and the thug knew it.
“Whatever you say,” she pleaded as ten sets of hands tugged her around, treating the coed as if she was a rag doll. “Please, I beg you, don’t kill me. I’m only twenty years old.”
D’Marcus scoffed as he walked over to the stereo. “You wanna live to see twenty one?” he threatened while turning the volume up. “Shake that pudgy, pale ass.”
The gang members collapsed onto nearby the sofas and chairs as a bass line poured out of the speakers. They all sat their laughing and passing a blunt. It was in that moment Margo truly understood the situation. These men were monsters. They didn’t see her as another human being, but just a fun, little distraction. She was meat to starving animals and they wouldn’t think twice about putting a bullet in her head. If she wanted to make it out of this room alive, she’d have to be everything they wanted.
Margo was a survivor. She’d give them everything they could imagine and more. They’d never know what hit them.
Mar wiped a tear from her eye and started to wiggle her full ass to the pulsating beat.
Time for some real community service.

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A Daughter’s Weekend Getaway Pt. 1

Savannah and her dad take a road trip for her 18th birthday.
Purely a fictitious/fantasy story. There is no sex in part 1; story building and BJ.
All characters engaged in a sexual activity are 18 or older.
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If the Trees Could Speak: Part I

My heart thrashes wildly in my chest as I try to gauge the look on his face, hoping I don’t find some telltale signs of a cold blooded killer. I suddenly wonder if this will be the last person I see in my life.

My cousins blowjob

Here is a true one for you all, you will know its true coz it aint that exciting but was to a 15 year old lad who wasnt getting any.
I was 15 and my cousin was 16 (second cousin… maybe doesnt even count as incest) and we had been pretty friendly while growing up and pretty confident that we could talk to each other about most shit when we could (she lived about 5 hours away). As younger kids we had played a bit of doctors and nurses etc as a lot of kids do but other than that we had a pretty regular cousin relationship.
Anyway, my cousin was a bit of a tearaway who was going to parties with older people. She was a biggish girl but had a genuinely pretty face and big tits. One day her family visited mine around christmas time and she came in to my room to chat and see what was going on. We chatted for a while, during which I had noticed she had taken to wearing short skirts and was wearing a tight top which in retrospect wasnt very appropriate for a chick of her age but as a teen boy it led me to look straight at her tits and thighs. After the usual greets and conversation she said she needed to ask me a question about guys. I was happy to oblige. She said that at a party she had been to recently that she gave a guy head but had gotten kind of wierded out and was scared of what him cumming involved and being inexperienced, she didnt know what to do when it happened. So she stopped, apologised and walked out… which this guy wasnt happy about but understood.
My cousin then asked me if he should/would have been pissed off and if this was a fucked up thing to do to this guy. I told her it wasnt really as it was her choice but he would have had blue balls and been in agony and maybe she should give him another go one day seeing as he hadnt been a dick about it all.
After that we talked for a bit about other crap like school and stuff but in the back of my mind I couldnt help be turned on and intrigued by this girl sucking a guys dick. I was so jealous as I had never had a blow job or even really kissed a girl at this stage. I wasnt unpopular or anything but was nervous as hell around girls. I wanted to know more about what my cousin had done with this random guy but couldnt ask, both because she was my cousin and because I didnt want to appear to be some amateur in the sex game.
There was a bit of a pause in the conversation when my cousin looked kind of seriously at me and asked if head was all it was cracked up to be. I reluctantly admitted that I didnt know. My heart was racing now and my guts grew tight as i was talking about sex with a girl, my mind went to all the possibilities. I said as far as I knew head would feel amazing but I had only ever jerked off. She then asked if I had ever cum to which the obvious response was yes. After a little prompting I told her the specifics of when guys cum, volume, texture etc and then told her that some girls spit, some swallow and some just jerk it into a tissue or onto their chest, anything was possible, but that I thought it was coolest and had heard that guys liked to have it swallowed.
By this point she was leaning forward in the beanbag she was sitting in, kind of wrapped up in the whole topic. I was horny as fuck but hiding it well lying on my bed. I knew she was my cousin but at that age I didnt give a shit. I was keen as hell for her to say something but assumed that she would not.
I dont think she had any intention of asking at the beginning of the events, but in the end I think a little sympathy, curiosity of what I had described and my openness to her questions got me over the line. She looked quickly at the door nervously, wheighing up what she was about to say. She then whispered and asked if I wanted her to do it a little bit for me, just a little, just so I knew what it was like… I WAS WRAPPED!!!! My heart started beating in my ears as I said yes, barely audibly.
We thought of going for a walk to a park or something but then my younger sister would have wanted to come and shut the whole thing down. Fuck it, how often did this sort of opportunity arise!?!?! We could still hear our families chatting in the kitchen but they seemed pretty occupied so I decided to take the risk.
My breath was catching in my chest and my stomach was churning as I jumped off the bed and ran to shut the door completely.
I shut it, not making a noise, I turned round and saw that my cousing had gotten up and sat on the bed, she looked extremely nervous but was breathing heavily and squeezing her legs together. My guess was she was turned on by the situation and the risk we were taking… but a hard cock in her mouth could not have been far from her mind either. Her chest was a little flushed when she whispered at me to hurry up.
She told me to remember that she was only going to do it for a few seconds just so I knew what it was all about. I didnt care at that point, I would jerk off later. This was going to be awesome!
She was apparently very nervous or excited as she completely made a meal of trying to get my fly undone. I stepped back and undid it for her (a bit fumbly myself), I was an average sized kid, regulation 6 inches, but I was very very hard. My cousin looked at my dick then at me then opened her thighs and pulled me closer to her, her hands on my hips. She hesitated a few times and looked around me at the door a couple of times too. The voices were loud and busy, I thought they were putting her off and she was going to change her mind… until she wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick and wrapped her beautifully warm wet mouth around it, she went down about a half inch past the head of my prick…
All I could think of at that point was the silky wetness of her mouth. It felt so warm and slick with slight little movements and pulses of her tongue and sucking. I had never felt anything like that before. Neither of us made any noise whatsoever as she backed off and looked at me for what I can only guess was approval. Looking down at this girl with her hand wrapped around my dick (glistening with her spit) with her smooth creamy, big tits just below I couldnt believe she was worried enough to stop. She said that the other guy had acted like it was nothing at all and she was worried whether she was doing it well. With that I told her that it was unfucking believable and to keep going. There was a bit of extra noise from the kitchen but no movement so she tossed he hair to one side and put me back in her mouth, bobbing up and down this time.
At her age she didnt know any tricks but what she did do was filled with such earnesty, lust and want that it felt perfect. Her soft mouth and hand worked me up and down with my slick, hard cock pulsing with every thrust.
I put my hands on her shoulders as she squeezed my legs between her thighs. I ran my hands up and down her arms and shoulders as both encouragement and to let her know I was enjoying it. Enjoying it? Shit, I wasnt going to last long at this rate. I could feel the familiar warmth and tightness well up into my balls and the head of my cock.
She pulled back after about a minute and looked at me. Oh what the fuck???? She IS going to stop? I looked again at the door and back at my cousin. Remembering what I had said before I asked in quick whispers if she was stopping and that I would not be pissed of if she did (total fuckin lie). She looked a bit embarrased and worried and said she didnt know what to do if I came, I said she could do what she wanted from our talk before. She looked at me and then again at my thick cock and considered what she should say… I dont think she wanted to do what she picked, but by now I think she had let go a bit, she was sucking her cousins cock and wanted to impress and do things right so she said SWALLOW!
I said she didnt have to if she didnt want to but if she did, it would be great and that whatever happened i wouldnt laugh or get angry or anything (I have no idea of what she thought I would do to be honest). I told her I would warn her with a couple of taps on the shoulder when I was about to go. With that I dived back into heaven as she decided she was comfortable with finishing me off in her mouth and started sucking down on my knob again. I checked the door again and asked her if I could feel her tits, I dont know why I asked but it seemed like a whole other thing to be allowed to do at that stage. She had been so cool about it all I figured she was not going to day no. She gave a little nod and high, short moan and arched her back to give me better access.
I lifted up her shirt and dug my fingers down between her bra and tits.. Absolutely silky and soft yet firm. I kneaded her right tit and felt for her nipple, it was small and hard and felt good against the palm of my hand. I gave a couple of satisfying squeezes just as i felt that familiar tightening.
I tapped my cousin on the shoulder and she stopped bobbing at the top of her stroke. Not knowing my body too well I thought I was there but nothing happened and I hovered on the edge. My cousin looked a little confused, but with my dick in her hot, wet mouth and her blue/grey eyes turned up to me it just looked hot. I apologised and gave a quiet laugh to which she responded with what looked like a smile but around a cock. I mimed a wanking motion to which she nodded and gave me a few wet, long strokes with her hand with her lips wrapped around the head of my cock.
The tap this time was no false alarm. I shook involuntarily and came hard. Happily, this accidentaly led to the tit in my hand jiggling perfectly in my line of sight as I looked down at my cousins cute face as she moved her hand slightly back and forward, my thick warm cum squirting onto her tongue.
She later told me that just before I came, my dick hole opened noticeably and my shaft pulsed with each warm squirt.
She looked like she was about to pull away for a second but held on for about three squirts and then swallowed her first ever load of cum. A couple more shots and I was done, she swallowed those too. She sucked gently as she slid her mouth off my cock. She then again looked at me as if for approval. I felt drained and my balls hurt a little from coming so hard. I smiled and gave her a mouthed wow and kissed her fully and long on the cheek (for some reason, that felt appropriate). She smiled and looked down at my cock as I gave her tit another quick squeeze and we both giggled.
It was a little awkward after that as we straightened ourselves out. We didnt know what to say or do… what do you say after something like that? We went and joined our families outside who assumed we were awkward bacause they thought we had a disaggreement. Little did they know my cum was in my cousins stomach and my dick still sensitive and throbbing from when she had sucked it out of me.

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ELEVEN INCHES FOR CAROL

“Do you like that baby, do you like me standing behind you while I am teasing your nipples?
“While I am grinding my cunt into your arse?
“While Karl who just fucked me with his eleven-inch cock as you watched is sucking your rock hard cock for me while I watch?”

My Wife’s Best Friend-5

Please read the previous part to get the full effect
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Rachel kissed me good morning. The stirring woke Laura as well. Rachel spoke first.
“Is everyone ready for breakfast, or…?”
“Or what?” I asked.
Rachel smiled in response, a sly smile. Her left hand snaked under the covers. I felt her grab my morning hard on. She held it up straight (for Laura’s benefit) and stroked it under the covers.
“That sounds good,” I ventured.
“How about we have him for breakfast?” Rachel offered. Then, looking directly at Laura, added, “Together?”
Laura’s face showed definite interest. She nodded to Rachel before pushing the covers over the foot of the bed. Both women moved into position between my legs, pushing them wide apart to accommodate both their bodies. Rachel held up my erection and Laura kissed it. I felt the contact of her lips all up my spine. Rachel was an inch away, watching her friend intently. The kiss turned into a lick and Rachel joined in. While Laura licked at the precum gathering at the head, Rachel gave slow licks up and down the shaft.
I’ve had many blowjobs before, but that was the first one from more than one person. One tongue is fantastic, any man will tell you that. Two tongues can quickly drive you through the roof. I reached for the other pillows and piled them under my head so I could watch. Rachel and Laura fellated me in synchronicity. As Laura licked, Rachel stroked my shaft with her tongue. When Laura moved to lick my shaft, Rachel took the head in her mouth. She sucked on the head while her tongue moved rapidly against it. I started to worry that I would cum very quickly but realized that their intention was for me to cum in their mouths, not to last for their pussies. Rachel held my dick while Laura bobbed up and down over it, then Laura held it for Rachel to suck me.
At one point, Laura and Rachel licked the sides of my shaft together, their tongues moving in synch up and down on opposite sides. That pushed me to the edge.
“Girls, I’m going to cum,” I announced with a strain in my voice.
“Who gets to eat it?” Laura asked, the intent evident in her voice. Rachel wanted to share but the expression on her face showed something else. She didn’t want to give it up. She was thinking hard about something. After a few seconds, she spoke.
“Maybe we both can.” She looked to me as if asking permission but I didn’t know what she had in mind. She looked to Laura, inches away, as Laura’s tongue tasted more of my precum. “We could just keep licking and let him shoot on our faces.”
“I want to taste it,” Laura moaned.
“Me, too. We could …” She paused here, apparently gathering her courage. When she spoke, her voice was softer, practically a whisper. “We could lick it off each other, after.”
The implication of her statement hit my brain at the same time as it hit my dick. In response, my dick twitched. I knew Laura felt it. Laura’s eyes opened wider and she looked at Rachel, not me.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
The two women had their eyes locked on each other. Rachel smiled and gave a slight nod. Laura joined the smile. I held my breath. They turned in unison to my dick and began licking intently. Rachel, between licks, told me, “Let us know just before you shoot.” I nodded, unable to speak at that moment.
They licked, their tongues now touching each other from time to time. My dick was twitching, both from the feel of their tongues and the thought of what I was about to witness. It didn’t take long. I felt the tightening, the tenseness, the throbbing.
“Now,” I kind of groaned. I arched my back, trying as hard as I could to keep my eyes open during the orgasm. I wanted to watch this.
They both licked the front of my shaft, passing the tips of their tongues over my slit. I felt my dick pulse twice, then that warm liquid feeling took over. I cried out as the pleasure escalated almost to the pain level and saw the first spurt land across Laura’s cheek and nose. Rachel pushed in front and captured a strand on her cheek. The two tried to each catch as much as they could on their faces. A strand extended into Rachel’s hair near her ear. Each face had caught a sizable amount. The sperm was starting to run down their faces. Laura gave me a final suck before releasing my deflating cock.
Rachel and Laura got up on their knees, facing each other. Rachel put her hands on Laura’s shoulders. Laura put her arms around Rachel’s neck. I couldn’t even breathe as they leaned towards each other and … licked. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my two fantasy women licking my cum from each other’s face. It was indescribably erotic. As they licked, they leaned closer to each other. I saw their nipples touch and my dick desperately tried to get hard. If there had been any way, my dick would have gotten fully hard again. As it had been only moments since I ejaculated, the best it could do was a slight stiffening. Instead of lying limply against my stomach, my dick held itself barely off my skin. It didn’t matter. I was excited enough for it to feel ten feet long.
They moaned as they licked my cum off each other. They were really getting into it. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe I was so entranced by the spectacle. Laura followed that strand of cum to Rachel’s ear, licking right in front of the lobe – Rachel’s “special spot”. I saw my wife shudder and hug her friend a little tighter. Their breasts pressed more tightly together.
When my sperm was all cleaned up, they parted, still holding onto each other. They were kneeling facing each other. Laura gave Rachel a look I didn’t understand. It lasted for at least three seconds. Rachel raised an eyebrow, apparently giving consent for something. Laura leaned forward and they kissed. It wasn’t just a touching of the lips. It was a French kiss. Their naked bodies pressed against each other, lips sliding together wetly. Through their cheeks, it was evident their tongues were participating as well as they shared my taste. That did it. My dick couldn’t stand by and let that happen without getting hard. I was partially erect again.
The kiss lasted a long time. It seemed to last for hours, but was really only a minute or so. I couldn’t move, transfixed by the scene before me. My heart was pounding, my lungs screaming for me to breathe, my dick doing its best to stand up limply in salute. When they parted, they leaned back with their arms still loosely around each other. They regarded each other with a shy smile, a kind of “What have we just done?” look. Laura looked down, breaking the magical spell. Each drew a deep breath.
As if just then realizing they had an audience, Rachel looked to me. Her face was happy, but embarrassed.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said, a trace of laughter in her voice.
I spoke, my voice having a soft, dreamlike quality as if I didn’t want to break the spell, either. “I can’t believe it. But I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
Laura finally looked up, first to Rachel then to me. She also looked embarrassed by what I had seen.
“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever even imagined,” I said, my voice a little stronger now.
Rachel crawled up my body and gave me a lingering French kiss. As she kissed me, images of the illicit kiss she had shared with Laura screamed through my mind. It did nothing to cool my growing arousal.
Rachel could feel me growing against her stomach. “Ooh, you really liked that, huh?” she asked warmly. I nodded. “How about a threesome?”
I couldn’t believe what my wife was asking. For that matter, I could barely believe the things we had done since the previous afternoon. “What do you have in mind?” I asked, my voice wavering with uncertainty, maybe even fear. This was all happening so fast.
“Oh, maybe one of us sitting on your dick and the other one on your face,” my wife suggested, her words slow and drawn out. I saw Laura’s face perk up at that suggestion. “Does that appeal to you?”
“Does it appeal to me? You’ve just outlined one of my favorite secret fantasies,” I eagerly responded. I still couldn’t believe this was really happening.
“I’m game,” Laura added.
Rachel smiled. To Laura, she said, “You can have his dick first. I get it all the time.” She sat up to one side, waiting for Laura to mount me. For my part, I lay barely breathing. There was no need for foreplay. The girls were very wet from earlier and I was hard from watching them. Laura straddled my hips and used her hands to guide the head of my dick into her blonde pussy. I watched with fascination as her lips parted. When I made contact, she was so wet that her juices started flowing down my shaft a little. She pressed down, seating herself fully with a grunt. I was completely inside her now and the heat was incredible. It was even more obvious how much she had enjoyed the kiss she had shared with Rachel.
I couldn’t enjoy the sight of my cock spearing her for long because Rachel swung a leg over my neck. She took her seat facing me with her wet pussy over my mouth. I eagerly began eating her. The experience of enjoying two pussies at once is one of synergy. It is much more than just the pleasure of fucking combined with the pleasure of eating a pussy. The two events combined overwhelm the senses. Each is a wonderful treat. Together, knowing two women are getting pleasure from the act makes the feeling almost too wonderful to withstand. I had Rachel’s cunt over my face. I was tasting her wetness when I looked up. What I saw almost made me shoot off right there. Laura had leaned forward and was fondling her tits from behind. Seeing Laura’s hands playing with my wife’s body – and the expression of pleasure on my wife’s face – made it almost impossible to stave off my impending orgasm. Almost. I’m glad I made the Herculean effort, because it just got better.
I felt Rachel moving to get off me. She stood up over me (what a view!) and turned around, returning her pussy to my face. Only this time she was facing Laura. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but the sounds they were making made it obvious they were enjoying themselves, and each other. The knowledge that they were kissing and fondling each other above me only added to the excitement of the sex and oral sex that was enveloping me. After a few minutes of this, I heard the sound of a very wet kiss ending and Rachel spoke up.
“I want his dick now.”
I moved my mouth away from her pussy just enough to say, “Then you’d better hurry because you two have me right on the edge.”
They got up and changed positions. Rachel sat on my cock and that penetration had to be the wettest I had ever felt with her. Laura knelt over my face, facing Rachel, and their moans returned. I didn’t try to last. I just ate pussy while Rachel rode my hard on. Very soon, I tensed up and pumped my seed into my wife. No warning, no slowing, just ejaculation. Rachel moaned a little louder so I knew she felt it, but she never stopped moving over me. My dick soon slipped out of her, followed by a flood of our combined wetness. The two women kept kissing and rubbing their bottoms against me. After a while longer, they stopped and got off me. I’m sure I must have looked like a mess. It was sloppy being beneath them. My face was coated with their lubrication and my midsection was soaked with the remains of cumming inside Rachel. Rachel never hesitated. She leaned down and kissed me, surely smelling and tasting Laura on my face. Laura just knelt next to us and watched.
Rachel broke the kiss, her face still very near mine, and whispered to me. “I want to try it with Laura, just me and her. Is that OK with you?”
I thought I had been shocked before by what they had done. Now, she was laying the cards on the table. She wanted to have sex with Laura and she was asking for my permission.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, secretly hoping she would say yes. She did. I smiled broadly. “Can I watch?” I asked eagerly. She just smiled in return and got up. She reached out and took Laura by the hand.
“Stay on the side. Give us room. I want the first time to be just us.” She was talking to me but looking into Laura’s eyes. Laura looked like she wanted it as much as Rachel. I took up a place on the edge of the big bed. Rachel directed Laura to lie on the other side. Rachel got on top of Laura and they kissed. The sight of Rachel lying naked on top of Laura would have made me cum if I hadn’t just done so. As it was, it felt like I would soon have another erection so I could jack off while I watched.
Laura spoke to Rachel in a tiny voice, so quiet I could just barely make out what she said. “I’ve never done it like this before.”
Rachel answered, “Neither have I. We’re friends. Let’s just try it. If you want to stop, that’s OK. We’re learning together.”
That was all they said. It was like I wasn’t even there. They were in their own world, just the two of them. They started with a deep kiss. Laura moaned when my wife’s lips made contact. Their eyes were closed, Rachel’s hands on Laura’s face. Laura put her arms around Rachel’s neck. As the kiss progressed, Laura’s hands moved slowly up and down Rachel’s back as if she was enjoying the feel of Rachel’s skin. Rachel moved her body against Laura’s, enjoying her touch. Laura’s hands moved down to Rachel’s cute butt and that really warmed Rachel up. She was moving more now, and moaning into Laura’s mouth. Their lips parted and their eyes opened, but their faces were still only inches apart. A slow smile spread across both their faces. Rachel was looking into Laura’s eyes, as if seeking permission for something. She moved lower, kissing Laura’s face and neck. As she reached Laura’s breasts, Laura’s legs parted and Rachel slid between them. She slowly moved a hand onto each of Laura’s tits, caressing them slowly and sensuously. I could hear the sound of her hand moving over Laura’s soft skin. She smiled and leaned forward to take a nipple into her mouth. Laura closed her eyes to focus on the sensation.
I was hard again and now slowly started stroking myself. I knew that I had to keep the pace slow or the scene in front of me would make me cum in seconds. Rachel was kissing Laura’s breasts and sucking on her nipples, taking care to hold the nipples with her lips and pull on them. Laura seemed to be loving the attention. After a long time at her tits, Rachel moved further down Laura’s trim body. I knew what was coming next and still couldn’t believe what was about to happen. She continued kissing and licking, leaving a wet trail down Laura’s stomach. She paused at her navel before moving lower to the blonde patch of hair.
Laura’s eyes opened when Rachel arrived at her pussy. Rachel turned her face to the side and brushed her cheek against Laura’s silky softness. They were both making light moaning sounds as they each enjoyed the touch in their own way. Rachel planted light kisses on Laura’s mound, then one very light kiss directly on her slit. Laura gasped at the contact. Rachel wasn’t ready to take that step just yet, or wanted to tease Laura further, because she instead moved quickly to the end of Laura’s right leg. She started at the ankle, trailing kisses and licks back up to the crease where the leg joined Laura’s torso. That little hollow where Laura’s pussy nestled when her legs were closed received much attention from Rachel’s tongue. Laura was now wriggling her bottom around, anxious to feel Rachel’s tongue on her pussy, but Rachel was not to be swayed from her appointed course. Her mouth passed tantalizingly close to Laura’s pussy, so close in fact that the curly hair brushed Rachel’s lips. Rachel then moved to Laura’s left ankle to begin another slow, torturous journey back up to Laura’s body. When Rachel was licking the hollow at the top of the left leg, Laura, unable to wait further, tried to move Rachel’s head to the center with her hands. Rachel pushed her hands away. I could see Rachel smiling as she continued kissing. I could also see that Laura’s pussy was now oozing with her lubrication.
By this time, I was as anxious as Laura for Rachel to take the next big step. I was hard and my dick was leaking precum as I stroked. I seriously doubted that I would be able to delay cumming until Rachel started eating Laura’s pussy. Laura, unable to sway Rachel’s intentions, was now positively mauling her own tits and moaning out loud in time to Rachel’s tongue. When Rachel finally swiped her tongue over the lips to the slit, Laura and I both gave out sighs of relief.
I really wanted to put my face down on Laura’s stomach to watch up close what Rachel was about to do, or even join my wife between Laura’s legs and help out. I remembered Rachel’s last words to me and heeded them. It wasn’t because I wanted to, but rather because I loved her so much and wanted this moment to go as she wanted.
Rachel ran her tongue up Laura’s slit. I could see it in her face when she tasted Laura’s juices. It was a surprise but not a big one. She must be realizing that Laura didn’t taste much differently from her own pussy. She had tasted herself often enough after masturbating, on my face after oral sex, and by sucking my dick after I had been inside her. This was the first time she tasted another woman, however. The look was like a moment of indecision followed by making a choice. She pressed onward. On the second swipe of her tongue, Rachel pressed hard, parting Laura’s lips and passing the tip of her tongue between them. Laura practically howled, holding onto her tits and looking down between her legs in disbelief as her friend began eating her pussy.
That did it. I lost the battle. I came. Hard. Stroking my cock wildly, I shot off on the sheet as I watched the unbelievable spectacle before me.
Rachel’s tongue was exploring Laura’s pussy with a passion, flittering over her clit, sliding between her slippery lips, and probing into her hole. I knew what Rachel was experiencing – taste, smell and sight – but the fact that she was doing it made the scene something I’ll never forget. This was my wife having sex with a woman. I did notice that her motions were a little gentler than the way I usually did it to her. After a moment’s thought, I figured out she was doing to Laura exactly what she would like done to her. I tried to pay attention so I could please her as well the next time my face was between her legs.
She was definitely pleasing Laura. Laura was now thrashing about, clawing at the sheets. There was a wild look on her face. Either the pleasure she was receiving from Rachel’s mouth was that good or, like me, she couldn’t believe this was really happening either. Laura peaked suddenly. The transition was interesting to watch. Her legs tensed, then wrapped around Rachel’s head while her hands flew to the back of Rachel’s head. She was moaning something like, “Oh, fuck, please don’t stop,” as she firmly held Rachel’s head in place. Her hips started humping against my wife’s face and Laura screamed. I wondered what the people in the next room were thinking. Surely that had woken them up if they had still been sleeping.
Rachel must have understood what Laura was feeling and wanting at that point because she complied with Laura’s request. Her face was pressed to Laura’s pussy. I could see through her cheek that her tongue was moving. I guessed she was moving it against Laura’s clit. The pleasure must have peaked and become too intense to stand because Laura suddenly changed posture, pushing Rachel away and trying to close her legs. Rachel moved back and sat up on her knees; her face was coated in Laura’s cum. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her friend had cum all over her face. She was smiling proudly at what she had given Laura but Laura needed a little time to come down. She rolled herself into a ball on her side, her eyes closed and her breathing only slowly returning to normal. She kind of shuddered, aftershocks of the intense orgasm.
I wanted to speak, but didn’t want to interrupt the magic they were sharing. Rachel looked at me, her expression seeming to acknowledge me and give me permission to speak.
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“The Routine” – Chapter VI

Some things in this part of the story, Christine’s part, may seem a little strange if you haven’t read the previous chapters. So I would advice you read them all. Now enjoy…

Journey’s End-part 3

After my torture ordeal I slept soundly for eight hours until I was awakened by the two guards, made to dress in a comfortable hospital gown, and wheeled down the hallway again to another elevator.
We went up several floors and when the door opened again I was taken to a room with what appeared to be many one way morrors along the walls, and I got off the wheelchair and sat on a comfortable couch.
The guards left me there and I sat rubbing my sore balls and pecker. I had the distinct feeling that someone was watching me behind the opaque windows, but could detect no movement or sound whatever
I realized that I must obey them completely in the future, and that the slightest infraction would result in another visit to the torture room, and I was sure I couldn’t tolerate another session there. I didn’t savor what that blind obedience would mean, but knew that I really had no choice.
I had endured weeks at Journey’s End being milked of my lifefluid constantly by hundreds of very pretty women. Unable to control my masterbation needs during all of this, I violated a primary rule…that I must not masterbate myself at any time regardless of my needs.
I had not been able to obey this rule, and had been severely punished, being sent to the special treatment area of the complex for usage by beautiful, and sadistic female personnel.
I had been tortured mercilessly by two pretty nurses, and after being reduced to a sobbing fool, made to promise complete obedience of any order thereafter.
Now I found myself on another assignment, sitting in a room with one way mirrors, waiting for whatever came next. I had been heavily dosed on sophisticated aphrodisiacs again, along with drugs designed to remove most of my conscious will.
The two well dressed training wardens that I had met earlier in the Head Warden’s office came into the room and sat beside me. One of them spoke quietly…
“Did you enjoy your session with Nikki and Sandra?”, she quizzed, as she massaged my still sore pecker. I didn’t know what to say and immediatedly answered..”Yes..I..uh..yes.” She stroked my dick and it was becoming hard now under her expert touch.
“Do you remember what they told you?”, she said seriously, pinching my nuts. “Yes…”, I gushed, looking at her fearfully. She stuck her finger in my mouth and moved it in and out grinning at me. “Suck it!”, she commanded moving four of her fingers into my mouth. I didn’t hesitate at all and sucked her fingers, looking at her.
“Thats a good cocksucker!”, she grunted, “you’re very good at this!” I continued to suck her fingers as the other woman stuck her fingers in my mouth also.
Soon I was sucking both of their fingers and my mouth was stretched to the limit.
She looked at me intently…”There are twenty spectators watching us now, cocksucker…twenty paying customers. We have to make a profit you know.” They pulled their fingers from my mouth and wiped them off on a towel nearby.
“We’re going to leave now dickwad, but we’ll be right on the other side of the windows watching you closely. If you hesitate even a little, and don’t show complete enthusiasum, we will watch you go through another, and even harder appointment with the torture nurses, understood?”
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I looked fearfully at the gorgeous women… their perfect asses were outlined against their tight skirts as they walked out the door.
I sat there alone again, looking at the dark, opaque windows, knowing that I was the featured attraction. Soon the door opened and a naked male walked in…he had on a black head cover, and his penis stood out long and hard dripping cum.
He walked over to me and stroked his pecker near my mouth. “Blow me!”, he ordered, as he rubbed his wet pisshole over my lips.
I looked over in shame at the dark glass as his dick pushed into my open mouth. He bulged out my cheeks as he used me, and soon was fucking hard and fast nearing a climax.
He groaned loudly, and just as he shot his thick mass of cum in my mouth the dark window became clear, and I could see twenty leering people oogling me. I couldn’t move and was forced to gulp down his large ejaculation, and the semen splattered out and ran down my chin as I ate it.
I looked at the two assistant wardens, and they were quite amused, and pleased, and indicated so to me.
When he was finished the masked male looked down and called me a good cocksucker, and left the room. I took the towel and wiped off my face…and had the swampy taste of cum in my mouth as the two wardens came back in.
“Good boy!”, one of them said, “you suck real good! Next we’re going to find out how well you suck cunt and asshole.”
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After my degrading blowjob session the pretty women left and the guards took me back to my room where I showered and ate a large meal. After that I slept for at least eight hours and when I awoke found two older women standing over my bed.
They were very attractive women in their fifties, and they also wore tight business suits revealing very nice assets.
The one who seemed to be in charge looked at me lustily. “You’re going to eat my ass…right now!” The guards closed the door and left the three women alone with me, and I pulled the covers back and waited for instructions.
The woman pulled her dress up revealing a perfect ass…she pulled her panties off and her well formed asscrack was spread open a few inches from my face. Her anus was hairy and dark, and had a slight odor to it, indicating that she’d had a bowel movement recently, and had not totally cleaned her rear.
“Suck my asshole!”, she gasped, spreading her nasty cheeks even wider. I was always in an aroused state, and moved quickly forward and stuck my nose in her ass and smelled her open hole. She pushed back and I began to lick her dark bunghole, cleaning the faint residue off, and soon my tongue was shoved all the way up her crapchute…to the hilt…and I was fucking it in and out cleaning her inner recesses.
I began to suck her obscene anus, and soon a thin brown ring began to form around my lips as I eagerly ate her rear hole.
Suddenly she moved back a bit and farted loudly into my open mouth, and I felt my eyes bulge out as I ate it. The smell wasn’t bad…just to the point of being erotic.
She farted several more times as I sucked her shithole, and when she was satisfied, pulled up her panties and turned around facing me.
“You son-of-a-bitch!, she groaned, “you suck ass real good!” The other women pulled their skirts up and took their panties off, and I got a whiff of their fragrant cunts as they pulled me to my knees in front of the bed.
The two spread their well formed legs and revealed two very hairy and juicy pussyholes. One of them grabbed my head and shoved it into her obscene hairpie, and my face was soon covered with a thick salty, and smelly gloss of cuntjuice.
“Eat me asshole!”, she groaned, as I lapped her wet hole with my tongue. I was sliding my tongue into her smelly cunt and eating pussy juice as she masterbated herself, and soon she neared orgasm, holding my head firmly as she squirted her juice into my mouth.
The funky and odorous cuntslime flowed down my gullet, and splashed over my nose and lips as I ate it.
When I’d done her, the other forced my sopping face into her fragrant snatch, and rubbed it in, and spread her slit for me to eat. I lapped my tongue in deeply, and the smell was overpowering but actually made me very horney, and I jacked off as I slurped my tongue in and out of her wet fuckhole.
I began to suck her asshole just as I shot my wad, and she farted at just that moment giving me a hot mouthful of gas along with the mouthful of cunt slime.
I gulped her load down and cuntjuice covered me from head to toe as I gasped for air and fell back on the bed. The lady in charge grinned slyly at me…”Good boy…filthy boy!”
They put their panties back on and left, and the smell of cunt filled the room for hours afterward. I fell into another deep sleep and didn’t awaken until late morning.
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After breakfast, I was taken to another wing in the area, and would spend two full weeks having the cum fucked out of me by every nurse and guard in this section. I produced much semen during this time and was traded back and forth like a sextoy.
Soon after these sessions I began a most painful period of extreme forced cum extraction…and they tested all of their latest and most effective methods and ideas on me…using me like a guinea pig. I spent many hours in their special labs squirting and yelping, as my cum filled their storage containers.
My pecker and balls had grown significantly, and the vacuum extension treatments had stretched my already large peter to a length of twelve inches, when hard and fully erect.
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I was sent back to the section that I had been in originally, and soon found myself sitting and jacking off in front of pretty women, who degraded me, and collected my ejaculations for storage.
I had broken my habit of jerking off by myself now…and found that I could do it in front of attractive women everyday to my hearts content. There is, however, something quite embarrassing and degrading about doing this, and the hypnotic enhancement sessions that I had forced on me aggravated the problem even further.
Of course, that was their point, they wanted to embarrass me so that I would become hornier, and produce more cum. It was a never ending cycle, and the the pretty women, either singly, or in groups of two or three, embarrassed the cum out of me everyday, until I actually wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.
There was no hiding at Journey’s End, however, and any thought to the contrary was sheer nonsense.

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Housesitting: Day 10 – Ch. 3: Summer School Slut II: Wet & Wild

Adam arrives early at school to pick up Madison. Things quickly get crazy and spin wildly out of control as together, they fuck, lick and suck others into their nasty, dirty debauchery. This complete story revolve around a lot of sexual themes that may be offensive to some readers. I don’t mean to offend anyone so please read the themes and introductions before reading the chapters. If it doesn’t sound like a story to get you horny and cumming, I won’t be offended if you stop reading. Everyone else, ENJOY!