It was a hot humid day in August. The rain had started sometime during the night and knocked out the power. I woke drenched in sweat, stumbling around the house searching for a flashlight. I hate living in the south in the summer and Georgia was extremely brutal this time of year especially without air conditioning. I made a call to Georgia Power and got the usual dead computer voice,… crew is in the area blah, blah, blah… your power should be restored by 8 PM!!
When we reached the car, Mary Jane was told to unbutton her blouse once more, and take her place in the back seat. My wife suggested that since our bellies were full, and the afternoon so pleasant we should go for a long walk somewhere to allow our body’s system to digest the noontime activities. I trusted my wife was not going to ask me to drive to far, with Mary Jane sitting there in the back seat, her blouse wide open. All I could see in the rear view mirror was pure unadulterated flesh, two beautiful tits, two elongated pink nipples, staring back at me. Mind you it did not help that I had re-adjusted the mirror once I heard my wife tell Mary Jane to undo her blouse, a totally unthinkable thing for a good uncle to do.
My wife was kind however, telling me that the place we had played at so long ago was not too far off, and that we could most likely make it there in twenty to thirty minutes if the traffic allowed. Yes I thought , I remembered that place, very well actually. It had been a very long time since we had been there, we had found the spot when we had first started dating. It was there that my wife lost her virginity as I plowed my young viral cock into her as she lay spread out on a picnic table. It had been a good thing we had found the place in the late afternoon, and even better that by the time we got around to do the thing, not many if any picnickers were around. I had never heard a girl scream so loud; it had scared the living day lights out of me. So much so that I pulled my cock out her, allowing it coated with blood to pop upwards and shoot my stuff all over her belly, right up to her neck, covering most of her lovely heaving breasts.
I had never had a virgin before, and I do not think she had expected things to happen that way, so we were both more than astonished as a result of our antics. Once the hurt dissipated, my wife stopped crying, telling me that she was so sorry for acting that way. She wanted to make sure that she had not turned me off, that I would continue to have feelings for her and not dump her for her short comings. It was that particular afternoon that I decided she had been my girlfriend long enough, and it would be much better if she were my wife and that is exactly what I told her. With her sorrowful babbling she continued on that day offering to do my bidding, to do anything I desired anything I wanted no matter what. She did not want to loose me, she loved me to no end and I would be hers to command if I would stay with her.
Well that day was perhaps the beginning of many good things that came to be. I cleaned up my cock and her cunt , holding her close to me for a long time while we sat there bare naked on that picnic bench. Before we left , we made love three times , well I fucked her three times, each and every time, being better than the time before. Unfortunately we had to remain girlfriend and boyfriend for several years longer as we both attended different colleges. Every opportunity that arose, had us fucking as hard as we could, and several times we had been able to return to that picnic bench, but the years had taken their toll and we found ourselves occupied with other things. With my wife suggesting that we stop at this particular spot, my cock surged in its confines, so much so that I had to rearrange my sitting position and in doing so caught my wife’s eye. I was sure she knew I had rekindled those memories of so long ago.
When we turned off the main road, to run the few miles up the secondary road leading us to the spot, my wife began fidgeting with her own blouse. I watched her in my peripheral vision as she unbuttoned and opened the blouse, undoing her brassiere, she pulled it from her body and set it on the consol of the car in plain site, of both Mary Jane and myself. There was no mistaking it , she was or had been planning some wicked little thing, I could hardly wait to park the car. I started to ease the car into a spot near the pathway, when my wife poked my arm and pointed to a open slot much further away.
Again fond memories flooded my thoughts, back to that night I had reminded my wife of her statement about complying to my desires. It had been after a good evening of love making my wife had reached orgasm several times , she was in a mellow mood. That particular day we had arrived a bit late and found the only parking spot was almost at the entrance of the parking lot, far from the beginning of the winding pathway. I asked, well sort of informed perhaps insisted that my wife walk back to the car with out her clothes to cover her exquisite gleaming body. At first she tried to beg off but in the end, she did me proud and marched back perhaps a bit quicker than I would have liked, but she took things in stride crossing directly over the parking lot and complied with my request. There were only three cars left in the parking lot, so the prospect of getting caught was not that great, but it did provide us with a charge, and we made out once again in the car before leaving that evening.
Once parked, my wife told Mary Jane get out , go to the front of the car, take her Bermuda shorts off and place them on the hood of the car and face the windshield. I watched as Mary Jane complied without hesitation. She was just beautiful standing there her sleeveless blouse hanging open, her little pink panties covering very little , the sun shining down upon her body. My wife got out telling me to sit still then retrieved a small bag from the back seat and moved in behind Mary Jane. I had to catch my breath as I watched my wife go to work. She first placed a blindfold over Mary Jane’s eyes, then she placed some sort of collar around Mary Jane’s neck . Looking around I guess to see if there were any voyeurs or obstinate other people, my wife then stripped the blouse from Mary Jane, exposing her in her naked form. The tale tell signs that all this was having a positive effect, was in evidence as Mary Jane’s nipples were popped right out from her areolas.
My wife seemed in no particular rush, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, I know I was certainly enjoying the show, I had to adjust my swollen rod down the leg of my pants to lessen the pain of the pressure it had been making against the material of my pants. I continued to watch as my wife pulled Mary Jane’s arms behind her back and tied them as I found out later with some silk rope she had taken for m the little bag of items she had brought. Once fixed firmly, my wife, reached for Mary Jane’s nipples and one at a time fixed a tassel to this elongated body part. Signaling me to follow, I got out of the car and was told to put the shorts and the blouse on the inside front dash board so that they would be very visible to any one passing by. My wife then attached a leash to Mary Jane’s collar and jerked it sharply telling Mary Jane to walk carefully.
While we walked very close to several couples, there was enough foliage to obstruct a direct view of my wife parading her almost naked charge on the winding path to where ever she was leading us. As we were able to hear their conversations, well a mumble jumble of words, nothing clear and sharp , it was certain that they were able to tell that others were walking up the path near by. If any of them had decided to be friendly , move towards the sounds and pop out somewhere they would have been treated to a bizarre scene for sure . Mary Jane knowing her body was exposed, but being unable to see that the others could not really see her was very very uncomfortable as we found out when we arrived at the location my wife had chosen. It was the place at which she had lost her virginity so many years ago.
My wife guided Mary Jane to the end of the picnic table that had been set out for the park visitors and told to stay. She then walked around the little area into which she had directed us, inspecting what mother nature had chosen to let surround the area. I did not know if she was interested in how we were covered or how we , well, Mary Jane was exposed . I did not ask as I was busy wondering just what was planned for Mary Jane. After all this was perhaps the most excluded area of them all, there was a good covering of thicker bushes on the sides and at the back except for the little winding entrance. At what could be called the front there were bushes of a lower height providing a good view out over the side of the mountain, you could even recognize figures seated or standing in some of the other picnic areas, mind you , you could not really tell much about them, but if they were naked I believe it would be discernable. As to them looking back up at us , well if one was standing upright on the picnic table perhaps they might be noticeable, I doubted if any one would be able to tell if you were dressed or not.
My wife having finished her round came back to I thought help Mary Jane get her body up onto the table top, when suddenly my wife cried out calling Mary Jane a wanton bitch, telling her she couldn’t believe what ever she had done my wife called it disgusting , then I heard her telling Mary Jane she was going to pay dearly for her lack of control. With all that said I watched in amazement as Mary Jane was turned around and pushed face forward on to the picnic table top. She was calling out telling my wife that she was sorry, so sorry but could not help it, she did not want to be punished, she would be a good girl, she would do what ever it took to amend the situation, but she did not what to be punished.
My wife grabbed hold of her still bound arms with one hand , pushed her down hard on to the table, crushing those beautiful soft tits of her. Then with her other hand she ripped Mary Jane’s pink panties from her body, baring her perky little bottom . Throwing the material off to the side, my wife began berating Mary Jane telling her that she was going to be spanked and spanked hard for peeing in her panties. Hell I thought all this was because Mary Jane’s excitement had gotten to her and she had cum while she was being led up the winding path not knowing if she had been seen. It never occurred to me that fear had gotten the better of her and she had wet herself. Just that thought caused my cock to harden to push against my slacks creating a huge uncomfortable bulge . I kicked myself for having missed seeing her piss herself, that would have been awesome.
My mind was busy trying to watch my wife , while trying to visualize Mary Jane letting a stream of hot yellow piss flow from her innards, through her panties and down her legs, was causing me difficulties. Finally I decided to concentrate on my wife and what she was putting Mary Jane through at that moment. She was bringing the flat of her hand down hard on Mary Jane’s prime round ass, the sound at the contact of the two body parts was sharp and loud, it was as though it echoed in the little secluded area we were in. Mary Jane cried out each and every time my wife’s hand made contact causing even me to flinch. My curiosity however got the better of me , so I moved closer to the action, where it became evident that my wife was not being gently with her spanks. Mary Jane’s little bottom jiggled each time her hand made contact, you could see the red marks of her hand, her fingers as they were spread over the two bare cheeks.
While I was not really counting the number of slaps that Mary Jane had taken, I lost count at twenty five and my wife was still going at it . I did notice, thinking it was very strange that the sounds Mary Jane was emitting were no longer screams of pain, but rather moans and groans more familiar to me as sounds of sexual intrigue. I could not believe it Mary Jane was now getting off from being spanked out here in the open picnic area she was actually mewing, or grunting. It looked to me like she was moving her own lower body, almost as though she was humping the picnic table. My wife also noticed this change in her behaviour, so she stopped her spanking , pulled Mary Jane off the table to a straight standing position and told her that she had better not cum or she would be sorry.
Leaving Mary Jane, my wife came over to me looking at my problem and commenting to the fact that perhaps something should be done about my seemingly uncomfortable situation. Now I had several ideas of how this could be done and who would be best suited to resolve the problem, but I said nothing , not wanting to upset my wife, if my choice was not quite what she had in mind. I really did not mind who or how my problem was going to be fixed, as long as some one was going to take care of it. After all I had been stimulated to such a point since we had arrived at the restaurant, and had no chance to do any thing about it since then, any solution was welcome as far as I was concerned.
To my delight my wife returned to Mary Jane and untied her arms, I figured that my wife had read my mind especially when she instructed her to go and undress her uncle. As Mary Jane walked I watched the tassels attached to her lovely nipples swing from side to side, it was certainly very erotic, I had not really seen anything like that before, not even my wife had worn tassels to excite me. Mary Jane unbuttoned my shirt, letting her hands travel over my chest, over my now hard erect nipples as she pushed at my shirt. She moved in closer, pressed her tasseled nipples against my chest as she eased the shirt up and off my shoulders. The afternoon still fairly warm, I could feel her cool breath as she blew it across my now naked skin. Once she had placed my shirt on the bench of the picnic table, she squatted down in front of me and attacked the task of undoing and slipping my shoes and socks from my body. It was quite evident she knew she was supposed to put on a show, as she arranged her body so that I could look down, down, past her firm breasts, past the tasseled nipples, down past her cute little belly button, down between her legs providing me with just the slightest glimpse of the beginning of her lovely crack.
Everything appeared to be building to a crescendo, I know I was having a difficult time controlling my own hormones, my cock was about to burst, not only on the scene out in the open, but burst it’s seed as well. Mary Jane perhaps knowing this all too well, moved herself around behind me , then reached around front and began undoing my belt and unzipping my slacks. Carefully, slowly, sexually she slipped the material of my slacks over my hips, past my rump and down my legs. Prodding me to lift one leg at a time Mary Jane left me standing there in my under-shorts ,my cock tenting the material straight out from my body as though it was going to punch through at any moment . The pressure on the head of my cock to say the least was irritating.
Just as Mary Jane was going to complete my wish, and pull my under-shorts down , releasing my tool, my wife stopped her. She was, to my great disappointment , told to come and undress her mistress. Need I relate how much pain I felt, standing there ready to explode at the slightest touch, watching Mary Jane sensuously . carefully, lovingly and slowly strip my wife as bare as she was. There were two lovely naked girls standing not five feet from me, making out none the less, kissing passionately, hugging, feeling grasping at one another. Their love making sounds finally got me to cry out asking about my relief. My wife called a halt to things , brought Mary Jane over to me , immediately she began to relate to me how after Mary Jane had watched us out on the porch, she had asked to be taught how to suck a man’s cock properly. My wife went on to tell me that while Mary Jane had participated in a bit of oral sex with several of her boyfriends, she had not felt she had gotten a good sense of how it should be done.
My wife said that now was the time she was going to show Mary Jane just how it should be done. With that said, she told Mary Jane to get down on her knees in front of me while she took a position behind me. My wife whispered in my ear telling me I was to be passive in my actions, to let my arms drop to my sides and she would take care of the rest, indicating that I would best do as she said if I wanted to reap all the benefits. Hey what was I going to do, I wanted to get off, sucked off, fucked off, or masturbated, I did not care at that point , I wanted to shoot my stuff anywhere, my ball sac was as tight as it had every been, my cock pulsating like never before.
My wife then instructed Mary Jane to slip her fingers in the elastic of my shorts , and ease them, not tug them downward . As a precaution so that the head of my cock would not get caught up in the material, Mary Jane was to bring her hands around and flatten them against the side of my cock with her thumbs held upwards, then she was to move the elastic with her thumbs, allowing the palms of her hand to rub along the shaft of my cock, until it allowed the head of my cock to become uncovered. Once Mary Jane placed the palms of her hands on my cock I thought I was going to loose it, but at that exact moment my wife reached around and pinched both my nipples , creating such a sharp pain that I forgot all about my cock for a moment.
When Mary Jane had the material of the shorts over my cock it became very loose and was easily let down my legs and off my feet. Now there we were, three bare naked people standing out in this public area, the heat of the sun’s rays still engulfing us in a solid warmth. I wanted to poke forward and set my cock into Mary Jane’s mouth, but any movement I attempted was halted immediately by my wife , telling me to be patient.
Then the lesson began, my wife instructing , not quite showing, Mary Jane on how to proceed . It was perhaps a big more exciting this way , because I could hear exactly what was going to be done , then I was able to feel it being done. Mary Jane had a beautiful long slender tongue. She was first told too hold my cock firmly , but delicately, and extend her tongue to the little piss hole in front. To ease the tip of her tongue in that opening and flick it . Then she was told to lick the bulging pick head, like a popsicle, to lick all around, concentrating on the underside. Following this she took the head into her mouth clamping her lips around it and rubbing them back and forth over the soft stretched skin.
Man did I want to push forward when the head passed her lips, I wanted to push right in through to the back of her head . I was more than ready to blow, but each time I forgot my place and started to move on my own , my nipples were pinched by my wife. Mary Jane proceeded to lick my whole cock, to reach out and take my ball sac, inserting one ball and a time in her mouth and wiggling it around . She played special attention to the underside of my cock, to the manly hairs of my pubic area , stroking her little fingers gently through them . My wife then had her take my cock into her mouth, a bit at a time, each time easing her mouth further along it’s length. Now I am not equipped like some of you readers, but I am equipped with a nice clean cut rod, perhaps six or six and a half inches long,. A working piece that can be engulfed without too much difficulty, but the first time requires a bit of practice. This of course was what Mary Jane was getting, practice, and she was doing very well I must say, she had me very close to cutting loose several times, and I most likely would have, had my wife not circumvented the feeling with her pinching my nipples.
How long did this practice run on , I cannot remember, but it was certainly an enjoyable time that was spent. As Mary Jane appeared to get the hang of things, I watched my wife reach around and place her hands on Mary Jane’s head I had seen her do this before , she was using me again as a phallus. She bumped and ground her cunt into my back side as she pulled Mary Jane’s head along my cock with an increased tempo, just like any man would do had he been given the opportunity, My wife was busy fucking Mary Jane’s mouth with my cock oblivious to my needs or pleasure. It was her and Mary Jane completely enveloped in their own little program, both of them grunting and groaning, rocking to their own rhythm. Suddenly I heard my wife call out telling Mary Jane to stick a finger up my ass and push it in as far as she could. Well that did it . gobs and gobs of my seed shot out of my rod and down into Mary Jane’s throat, filling her mouth full . A release that I had being waiting for quite a while, a release that I had needed now for some time, a release like no other I had had in a long time. It was my turn to shake, rattle and roll, and I did, my wife allowing me all the freedom to hang on to Mary Jane’s beautiful head of locks and pump the seed from my body.
Once I stopped shaking Mary Jane was told to keep my cock in her mouth , to continue sucking, and massaging it with her tongue, until it shrunk to a size where it would simply slip from her mouth. That accomplished she was told to bathe it with her tongue making certain that no residue what so every remained . I do not know to this day if my wife realized the situation she was placing Mary Jane in when she instructed her to complete this task. Having Mary Jane continue to work my cock, her delicate fingers moving it up, down all around, licking at it with her wonderful tongue, caused an enormous pressure to build with in my bladder. I began to speak, I wanted to say something, to warn of a potential problem, but my wife told me to be quiet, to allow Mary Jane the privilege of learning the lessons she need to know. I began to wonder if indeed my wife knew what I was talking about , so I began once again to protest, I even tried to move Mary Jane out of the way. When my wife saw that, she punched my arm telling me to behave myself and let the natural flow of things work themselves out. Mary Jane was surprised when my cock swelled in her hands, growing to the length that she had first taken in her mouth . As she began to back off a bit my wife told her to sit on the ground in front of me, spread her legs wide and lean back supporting her body with her arms.
No sooner than Mary Jane had placed her two hands on the ground to support her upper body, and looked back up at me, I let loose with a stream of hot golden piss. Mary Jane certainly did not know what had hit her, she opened her mouth to scream I would imagine and got it filled with my piss. I covered her body soaking her tassels, hitting her breasts, her belly, her cunt which was spread wide. Mary Jane froze like a deer caught in the head light of a car coming head on not able to move out of the way of the deluge.
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This is a rape fantasy, if you dont like them please stop reading. Thanks
W makes his move against Wyatt Monty at Colonel Boogie’s. This is Chapter Six of a book. The characters and situations will be more understandable if the previous chapters have been read. Because it is a book, some of the chapters are more exciting than others, and some situations do not complete until the next chapter.
William and John had just discovered a new dimension to their friendship. When precarious circumstances threaten their school rep, how far is John willing to go for his best bud?
The unforgettable happening, which I am going to tell you, is not a cock and bull story rather it is my first sexual endeavor I made when I was studying in my fourth year of engineering. Let me first introduced myself: I am living with my uncle in Lahore. Being a peasant my physique is robust and skin is fair. Many women of the village were drawn to me but I did not take notice of them partly owing to my father’s inclination in religious activities in the village and partly due to the fear of being caught red handed. Even then my eyes remained thirsty for a glance of some girl’s boobs. To see my propensity in education my father get me admitted in the engineering collage in Lahore and orchestrated my dwelling with my uncle in his own bungalow in Lahore.
In Lahore I started living with my uncle. It so happened that my uncle and his family planned to visit Murree for a week due to humid weather: they wanted to take me with them but I was to prepare for the exam so I delicately refused.
In the second night I was sleeping in my room after completing homework that all of a sudden I heard a bang with which supply of electricity disconnected. I kept lying on my bed waiting for the restoration of power but it does not seem to be restoring. It was the month of July in which rate of humidity gets increased. My whole body was wet due to perspiration. When it reached beyond my endurance, I stepped out of my bed and began pacing around the room. I could not help feeling the hard erection of my cock. The darkness was arousing my dormant and society-snubbed fucking desire. The blood of my complete body seemed to be mustering up in the small cylinder of my cock. Realizing that no one is home I put off my gown and started rubbing my cock in the open lawn. The masturbation took two or three minutes and get me released for the time being.
The weather was so hot that I could not even think to sprawl on bed so I thought for the fresh air on the roof. I went on the roof after putting off my shirt and began pacing back and forth on the roof. I could see the moonlight peeping through the thin clouds. My shirt was soaked with the skin. The cool breeze was blowing which sent waves of pleasure all through my body and caused my cock again erect. Having walked almost 5 or 7 minutes, I leaned my elbows on the sidewall of the roof, craned my neck to have the view of the garden of neighbors. To my utter astonishment, I saw a shadow of a girl wearing only chemise and short. The beads of sweats were running from her neck to down in the middle of her boobs making her chemise wet. She too was pacing around the lawn. Her short was soaked with her buttocks. It all was made me horny. My heart began slamming against my ribs. My cock was near to explode. I kept my eyes upon her. She slipped her hand under her chemise to pass some air between the breast skin and cloth. She might was feeling itch due to cloth on her breast. She put her both hands’ fingers under the straps of her chemise and flung it over her shoulders. This made my gallant heart to come out and stuck in my throat. She was now only in a very thin bra and shorts. In the dim moonlight I could see the bulge of her boobs that were perfect and half round. Suddenly she heaved a long sigh and look upward as if prayed for the power to restore instantly. Her eyes clashed with my gaze. I saw her becoming flushed. She went inside.
I remained standing there. After two or three minutes she came back and I got happy: much to my pleasure she has taken off her wet bra and was now wearing a dry bra. Her slim belly was naked. Her naval button was shinning owing to the few sweat drops. Now her gait was brandishing. I waved my hand when she looked toward me. She smiled in response to my inviting gesture. Constant pressure of blood in the veins of my cock was making my eyes shut. I climbed down the wall and rushed towards her with a pounding heart. No sooner did I reach at her, I folded her in my arms and squeezed her boobs with my hairy chest. She heaved a sigh of relief in such a way as a bird takes after getting rid of confinement. She kissed me passionately; started rubbing my hairy chest and put her hand on my crotch. It sent electrical-like waves that ran through my spinal cord and urged me to devour her. I began to move my hands all upon her lithe body. I sucked her earlobe, breathing hard in her ears. I insert my tongue into his mouth besides kneading her boobs. The waves of pleasures were dancing all through my body. I wanted to fuck her within no time but with the intention of tantalization I was procrastinating.
I could sense the tension of itch she was feeling in her vagina. I put my lips on her succulent lips and began to suck. I felt her lips soft, juicy and shivering. I cupped her breast after inserting my hands inside the bra. I squeezed, I flattened, and kneaded her breast. I pinched her nipple, which I felt getting hard. I felt my dick close to burst. I unbuckled her bra and disclosed the beauty of her half round breast not for mine alone but also for the moonlight. The moon was shedding its light on her boobs and enhancing their vulnerability. I swirled my tongue on her erect nipple and with other hand squeezed her other boob. I encircled my spittle-wet tongue around the areola of her boobs. It seemed to me as though I have demounting in paradise. She was breathing hard. I unfastened her shorts and made her complete naked. She got so excited by the foreplay that she tore away my shirt and pulled down my shorts. She bent down on her knees, craned her head to look at me, giggled, leaned her head forward and gulped down my cock. Oh my God her tongue was like wet pussy. The saliva of her mouth with the fraction of her tongue was transporting me to heaven. She was a first-rated sucker. She encircled her tongue around the bulbous head of my cock. She made an abortive attempt to insert the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole of my cock. The sensations were flowing through my body without any hamper. She spit on my penis head and rubbed it with the palm of her hand. I was feeling her hot breathings on my wet and tongue-sensitized skin of my cock. She, with one hand, held the root of my cock and with other hand began to chafe the backside of my hairy thigh. When I was near to ejaculation, I took my cock out of her mouth and let her make a vulnerable position on the grassy field under the guidance of my arms. I started showering kisses frantically on her leg from toe to inner side of her thighs. Her flexible thighs made me extremely horny. I inserted my thumbs into the plastic band of my shorts and yanked it down. I was now totally undressed. I orchestrated myself between her legs, raised them enough to see her throbbing and oozing cunt. Pre-cum was trickling down to her thighs. With my forefinger and thumb I squeezed the clit. It was big and demanding. I blemished the precinct of her vulva with the transparent fluid. I placed my hands on her knees and make a pertinent pose to insert my throbbing dick in her pussy. I placed the bulbous head of my dick on her vulva and applied a light jerk forward. The bulbous head went inside. I felt a sharp tickle run through my body. I slowly started increasing the weight of my body upon her and allow the penis to move forward inch by inch which struck eventually at the cervix. My dick started working like a piston. The root of my penis was striking her pubic area time and again. Our pubic hairs were intertwined. I was racing my cock in and out very fast. Her pussy saliva was dribbling and sqwelching with every stroke. She was moaning. She folded me with her legs around my waist-might with the intention I could not escape. I kept on ramming hard. I felt as though all my blood is coming out from the little hole of my dick. I sprinkled the white foam upon her D-shaped boobs. She in return began to massage the foam around the curves of her breasts. I was perspired. My sweat was dripping on her neck then I lifted my head and gazed into her eyes. There was a glint becoming dim. She closed her eyes, delicately smiled, and gave me a notion of satisfaction. I kissed her lips and turn aside. After a while, I asked her name. She told me I am Tania but my parent calls me Tani. After that we played the same game at different location and many times.
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This is a rewrite of a previous posted story. Kate and Dylan discover that they have been harboring a secret desire for the other for years.
Madison learns what it means to be a sex toy
A man succumbs to the delights of a young mum.
Alright guys I’m so very sorry it took me over a month to write part three. I’ve been basing part of the story off my own life and sex life and it kinda flat lined for a while here so I guess that drove me into a writers block but after coming online here and reading some of the amazing stories other writers have posted my mind finally sparked back into gear and I wrote up part three which refocuses solely on Autumn since the series is about her…however her brother and his fiance will make a return I’m just not sure when yet. I Really hope you guys enjoy it. Oh and I want to thank my unknown friend from part two for naming the new character Aries (Aris)..
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It had to happen
THE MOST EXOTIC THING IN AMERICA
For me, an extract from Europe, there are two exotic things in America: circumcision and bold pussy. I still have to meet a European who could reconcile with these peculiarities of American life. Italians say that pubic hair on a woman’s vagina is stronger than a thousand bulls. On the other side of the world, in its greatest empire, the girl power completely surrendered to Gillette Venus. Now whether local men like it or not—they told me on many occasions that they do, but hey, they didn’t have anything to compare it with—the original free usage of blade was hygienic. Menstruation liquids clog pubic hair and it looks unappealing. Which is also the case with the circumcision. Some doctors justify it as the means of hygiene: makes penis user-friendly for cleaning purposes. Such dubious justifications remind me of having to wash one’s hands every day, and an alternative of simply cutting them off and not having to bother with washing them ever again.
The first time I saw a bold pussy was of my first American lover. We met at the university and planned a date—a movie—and later that evening wound up on the upper bunk in my dorm. It turned out we both had surprises in store for each other. I discovered it with my fingers in the dark: her mount Venus was as bold as an eggshell. Honestly speaking a word “cancer” flashed in my mind. Simultaneously, she made her own discovery: my dick was uncircumcised. She even turned the lights on to see the throbbing freak with her own eyes. A modest-size shaft ended with the bulging head comfortably encrusted in foreskin. “I have never seen such a dick in my entire life.” Not much of her life—twenty years—but surprised she was, genuinely so. Then she added thoughtfully, “It looks ugly.” I said with relief what was on my mind, “So does yours.” What a clash of cultures on the top bunk of a dorm! In the end we didn’t have sex that night. In fact, we hadn’t met each other ever since.
I went on dating American women and started having sex with them. But I always took care to make prior arrangement: before going out on a date, I peeled my foreskin down, so my dick would look American. Xenophobia runs all the way to the groin. As my dates were OK with my state of things, I could never get used to theirs. The bold pussy somehow never looked attractive to me. It was just too open. It hid no secrets any longer. It was too obvious. Too ordinary. The act of love became mechanical. It was like playing hide-and-seek on the open field. It lost the charm, the excitement. Not that I didn’t feel aroused. I was. But I lost the spice. The moment I touched my lover’s hairless body I felt like someone who wanders into the movie theatre and time and again it’s the same movie on. The truth is, all bold pussies look alike. Pubic hair is what brings the character in them, makes them special, distinct. All that seems to be lost on American women, and American men too for that matter.
My love life became dull and disjointed, as I failed to convince my recent date about refraining from using Venus Gillette. “No way,” she would scream at me, “I’m not gonna do it. It’s disgusting.” Oh the diversity of values among the nations! The wars were unleashed over the smaller issues than women refusing to grow their pubic hair back. Not much of a military man, I gave up and started looking for a woman from my own part of the world, who didn’t try too hard to look American. When you attend a university it’s not exactly the hardest task to achieve.
The girl was from Eastern Europe and when she raised her right hand to shake mine I glimpsed a thick wisp of hair under her armpit. I blushed, feeling self-conscious, like some kind of pervert. But had I just tricked myself? Did I actually feel the reverse — that razing off body hair was perverse? So in the maelstrom of this inner turmoil and deep confusion, we went on a date and at its end headed for my dormitory. My date joked about American men who had circumcised penises, which to her feels all the same, because when you’re not circumcised you still need to draw your foreskin down before proceeding to having sex, but for the guys it must be different. “They must be losing a hell lot of sensitivity on the tip,” she said jovially.
We lay on my bunk with other students doing their thing on the rest three of the bunks: be it jerking off or studying for the midterm exams, and I turned on the light, because I wanted to see, I wanted to find a surprise in store for me. She drew her jeans down and I stared at her white underwear. There was hair sticking out of its sizable triangle. Black bristles, unshaved, untrimmed, unattended. I pulled at her panties tearing off its fabric. “Easy, easy. You seem to be terribly hungry,” she tittered. Oh the holy sight! The pubic hair grew all over the mount, a wild forest, Amazon jungles, tangled up, tussled, erupting in wisps and clots. The hair ran down the thighs to the calves and almost reaching the ankles and up an inch-long line to the navel. She was an apogee of body hair. She was my savior.
I went down on her, like a virgin, or a soldier after an especially vicious battle. I dipped my mouth into her pussy. I ate it, feeling her pubic hair tickling the inside of my mouth. I felt crazy, I felt delirious. I had probably had the biggest hard-on in my life. I couldn’t even make love properly, lengthily. I came right away, sprinkling my seed over the black bush, slumping on the girl who dared to break the rule of Venus Gillette.
I didn’t date American girls ever since.
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So I might have texted Mom to let her know that tonight would be a good night to take off of work early…
Lisa and Steve were looking to spice things up a bit, they found it in the back of Steve’s truck!
I was having a wonderful dream
After four weeks of this, Derrick Price was about to go mad, or at least that was how he was feeling. Sitting in the front row of his English 212 literature class was Lilith Anne Duvoy and her deliciously short skirt. Every day she took that same seat at the far corner of the room, next to the open window. Most of the time she didn’t even seem to be paying attention, and when she was it was doubtful that her thoughts were at the required reading on hand.
Like clockwork, every afternoon at 2’oclock, Mr. Price would take his seat after the class’ daily discussion on whatever title was at hand, making himself available for any questions that the student’s had while completing their notes and filling out the study sheet handouts that Mr. Price was so fond of. Just as he predictably followed his afternoon routine, Lilith continued on with hers.
In contrast to all of the suntanned bodies and highlighted hair that usually filled the seats of his class, she was definitely a girl set apart. Maybe it was unfair for Derrick to think of her that way, but with his life experiences, 20 years old was still very young. Being nearly twice her age, Derrick price chided himself severely the first time that he found his eyes inexplicably drawn to her dark hair and pale skin, but it didn’t last for long, the mental admonishment.
Lilith was a strange creature, and surprisingly bright, aside from the impression that she gave to the world. While her essays were brilliantly structured and rich in vocabulary, her manner of expression during class was one of utter boredom. Not bothering to talk to any of the trendy and preppy girls with their fake nails, high-priced clothes, and colorful cell phones, she tended to sit alone instead, sketching nonchalantly in her quiet corner. It was understandable that no one really tried to befriend her, as she truly created an intimidating visage. With straight black hair that hugged her heart shaped face in a short bob, everyone was amazingly startled when she turned back to them, looking them straight in the face. The softness of her hair played off of the hardness of her eyes, eyes that were like ice in their bright transparency, so brilliant a blue that they glowed nearly white. Making them even more striking was the fact that in an almost religious manner, she painted her eyes with thin line of black eyeliner all the way around. Aside from that, she wore no makeup, her skin flawless in it’s creamy whiteness. Her lips were the palest pink, and against his better judgement, Mr. Price from time to time found himself wondering if her nipples were the same soft color. Of course, he always felt ashamed of himself afterwards, but it never stopped his mind from traveling back to what his imagination composed of Lilith’s naked body.
In direct contrast with her softness, Lilith wore a thick leather collar buckled around her long, sleek neck. Worn as one would a strand of pearls, she had a slender steel chain clipped to a ring on the collar and then draped around her neck time and again before disappearing into the unknown recesses of her cleavage beneath her button down shirt. With a white, knotted shirt, a blue and black plaid skirt, and high black leather boots, she looked like the poster child for depression. The only thing that ruined the image was the way her eyes sparkled with mischief when Derrick accidentally met her gaze, usually after being caught staring.
It was a ridiculous thought that a relatively decent looking man of almost 40 years of age would be lusting after one of his students, especially when he had a wife at home. On the other hand, what most didn’t know was that his wife had next to nothing to do with him, and only greeted him at the door on payday, with hand out-stretched. In all truth, they hadn’t even slept in the same bed in two months, his wife- Sarah, choosing to spend most nights at her sister’s house after hitting the bar earlier on in the evening. He didn’t know if she was having an affair or not, and if the truth were told, he had given up honestly caring years ago. So, each afternoon, while spinning his wedding ring on his finger, he stared out across the classroom absentmindedly, time and again being drawn back to the long set of legs that were crossed lazily at the ankle.
She knew he was watching, just as she had known every day before. It was fun, this stupid little game that they played, both mentally undressing the other, while both pretended not to notice that they were being watched. But, while it had been entertaining up until this point, the weeks had taken their toll, and Lilith found herself taunt with frustration upon leaving Mr. Price’s class each afternoon, only finding comfort in the goodies that she kept tucked away in her top drawer of her night stand. It had been a long time since she had been with a man that could keep her attention, so having the good luck of being assigned to this particular teacher’s tutelage was a welcomed relief.
The minutes seemed to tick by at an excruciating pace, but at 2:45pm, Mr. Price stood up and sloppily wrote down the next reading assignment for any who were irresponsible enough to have lost their syllabus. Turning to accept the stranglers who decided to turn in their study sheets at the last possible minute before filing out the door, Mr. Price was confused and more than a little anxious when he noticed that Lilith hadn’t moved from her seat. Setting the papers on his desk, he nervously wiped his hands down the front of his gray slacks.
“Yes? What can I help you with Lil?” he said in a tight voice.
Slowly standing up, Lilith made her way over to Derrick’s desk and began to trace the gouges in it’s surface as she looked up at him with a wickedly innocent face.
“Actually, Mr. Price, I was wondering what I could help YOU with. I’ve seen you staring at me. You do realize that some would consider your leering to be a form of sexual harassment, don’t you?” she said in a dangerously flat tone.
Immediately, Derrick felt his heart thud against his chest in a sickening manner. ‘That little bitch,’ he thought, as he looked down at her, stunned beyond words.
“I…I have no idea what you are talking about. And I sure as hell haven’t been doing any type of harassing toward you in any matter, let alone sexual,” he said with a slight stammer, not knowing whether to be afraid for his job or just plain angry.
To his complete surprise, she began to laugh, a soft lilting sound that he had never heard before.
“Oh, for God’s sake….I’m just playing with you! You need to lighten up,” she said off handedly as she hoisted herself up to sit on the edge of his desk.
“You know, you have this terrible problem Derrick……I can call you Derrick, right? Anyway, you know what your problem is? You are just too damn uptight.”
In mild amusement, Mr. Price crossed his arms across his chest and looked down on her with the barest hint of a grin.
“Oh, is that right. And I’m sure that you know exactly how to cure my problem, is that correct?” he said with biting cynicism.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” she quipped, picking up his discarded pen, rolling the tip around on the desk top before sliding the capped end between her pearly teeth.
“Ok, what is your sage wisdom for me, oh learned one,” Derrick tossed out in reply as he settled himself into his desk chair, leaning back to look up at her thickly made-up eyes. “Well,” she said, “ First, I think that you need to loosen your tie a bit,’ she joked, scooting across the desk and leaning over to tug at the slip of polyester.
“You know what you need to do next?” she said teasingly, as she slid her long legs over his side of the desk, resting the heel of one boot on a drawer pull.
“No, but I’m sure you are going to tell me,” he said in a somewhat distracted voice, his eyes drawn to her small, dimpled knees and the way that her skirt had rode up. He could catch the barest hint of her panties if he just turned his head a little to the side to look along the underside of her legs…
“I think you need a good fucking,” she said in a no-nonsense tone, parting her thighs slightly. There was no more need to play around at getting a look, as he could now clearly see the softness of her pale blue panties and the shape of her pussy as the material molded to her skin. Sucking in a deep breath at her boldness, Derrick sat up straight, readying to get up and show her out.
“You know as well as I do that it is against school policy for any instructor to get involved with a student. As flattering as your suggestion is, I think that it might be best…” With a firm nudge of a booted heel, Derrick found himself again laying back in his chair, nearly falling over with the force of his weight as it shifted.
“Well, I don’t really give a shit,” she said icily as she slid from the desktop to stand in front of him.
“ Have you ever given any thought to the fact that maybe I needed a good fucking too? After all, I have a very demanding English lit. class. I spend and entire hour every day being gawked at by my horny instructor who has to stay seated for almost the whole class just to keep everyone from seeing his hard-on. Do you know the effect that that has on a girl?” she said, grabbing hold of the arms of the chair as she straddled his legs and sat down over his thighs, looking squarely into his startled brown eyes.
“You know that I am not offering anything that you don’t already want,” she said with a little pout, slowly dragging her index finger down the buttons of his starched white shirt.
“I’ll let you do anything……” she said in a whisper, bending to trace her nimble tongue over the curve of his bottom lip.
Taking the initiative, Lilith settled her mouth over his, deftly slipping her warm tongue between his lips, sliding it over the warmth of his motionless tongue. Just when she was sure that he was indeed going to turn her down, his entire body came to life as he slipped one hand deep within her mass of dark hair, pulling her mouth down harder on his. While they hungrily devoured each other, his other hand came to rest on her hip, pushing her down into his lap as he slowly pushed his hips up into hers. Moaning softly, Lilith pulled away from his bruising kiss to catch her breath.
“Mmm…..you taste delicious,” she drawled.
“Did you mean ‘anything’,” Derrick asked as he tightened his hand into a fist and turned her head so he could run the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear.
“Oh yes,” she groaned,” I meant ANYTHING.”
“Good,” he whispered, nipping at the lobe of her ear.
With a gentle firmness, he slid her backward until she was able to put her feet down on the ground. With a look of anticipation, she looked down at him.
“I want you to unbutton your shirt,” he said, staring as her hands began to move slowly over the buttons. As each inch of skin was revealed, his dick began to jump within his pants. When he thought that it was as hard as it could get, she parted the material, exposing small, perfect breasts with beautiful pale pink nipples that stood out in from her body proudly. His hands tightened on the arms of his chair.
“Now, unwind the chain and hand it to me.”
With sparkling eyes, Lilith slowly complied, seeming to take great pleasure in the task. With the chain in hand, Derrick wrapped it around his hand a couple of times and then gave a sudden yank., sending Lilith teetering to regain her balance before falling. Catching herself, she lowered herself quickly to her knees between his spread legs.
“I want you to suck my dick,” Derrick said bluntly, leaning back in the chair, pulling the chain taunt. At the pull, Lilith leaned in closer, her nose buried against the zipper of his pants. When given a little bit of slack, she enthusiastically dragged down the zipper and fished his swollen cock out, pushing down his pants enough to free his balls. His dick was of average size, only about 5 ½ inches, but it was monstrously thick, more like a baseball bat than a penis. It’s head was a large, tight mushroom shape, such a deep red that it bordered on purple. As she leaned over to touch her lips to him, Derrick slid a hand into her short hair, forming a fist, and slowly impaled her hot mouth with his throbbing dick. Opening her mouth extra wide to keep from scraping her teeth against his sensitive rod, she hesitated, but only momentarily. Eagerly, she wrapped her nimble tongue around the swollen head of his cock before sucking ever inch deep within her mouth, to the back of her throat. His pubic hair tickled her nose, but she didn’t have the leisure of thinking about it. With a roughness born of desperation, Derrick had tightened his grip on her scalp and began frantically fucking her face, driving his cock deeper and harder into her waiting mouth. As he began to gasp and groan with each thrust of his hips, Lilith moaned hungrily around her mouthful of dick. The vibrations slithered along his swollen flesh and buried itself deep within his balls, causing them to ache fiercely.
“Oh God, yeah. Suck it all down,” he panted, bucking desperately into her mouth.
As Lil fondled his balls with one hand, she fed off of his arousal, using the fingers of her other hand to furiously rub her clit, sliding back from time and again to plunge into her wet hole to lubricate her fingers. Just as she was on the verge of orgasm, and Derrick’s cock began to swell against her tongue, he suddenly stopped, pulling her head up. With a hand clamped around the base of his jumping dick, Mr. Price looked down at Lil with a face flushed with lust, his cheeks nearly as brightly colored as the head of his organ. When he noticed her fingering herself, he jerked the chain roughly, sending her sprawling across his lap, his wet dick sliding against the side of her face.
“Not yet,” he said tightly.
“Take your panties off,” he said, giving her the length of leash to do so. When she had slid the cotton down, she looked at him questioningly.
“Turn around and slide down your skirt.” Complying, Lilith slid down the small tube of material that covered her, baring her soft white ass to his gaze. Without saying a word, Derrick leaned over and took the cheeks of her ass in his hands, kneading the fleshy globes. With a firm pressure, he urged her down to the floor on her hands and knees. As he slid down onto the tile floor behind her, Derrick bent down to run his wet tongue over the curve of her ass, nipping lightly at the roundness of one cheek. Rewarded with a small yelp and the thrusting back of Lil’s hips, Derrick continued to explore her full posterior.
Moaning at his ministrations, Lilith ground her hips back into his firm hands. She lowered her head, concentrating on the delicious feelings that he was tormenting her with. Gasping in surprise, she arched her back as Mr. Price slid one hand up the inside of her thigh, stroking his long fingers the slickness of the lips of her clean shaven pussy.
“Mmm….please, Mr. Price…….fuck me,” she panted, like a seasoned whore.
In answer to her pleading, Derrick brought back a hand and smacked her smartly on her ass, leaving a bright pink hand print.
“I’ll do what I want with you,” he grunted, squeezing her hips tightly in his firm hands.
Sliding his rough fingers along her ivory skin, he dragged them down the curve of her bottom, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, bearing the pink and puckered entrance of her anus. Using the slick lubrication from her dripping pussy, he bathed the tiny opening before gripping the shaft of his dick in one hand and gently pushing it against the tightly puckered rose. Arching her back with pleasure, Lilith helped Derrick along, letting him know that this wasn’t a first for her. With a delicious whimper, she shifted her weight back on her knees and leaned into his thick dick. Slowly, his swollen rod disappeared within the recesses of her body, and Lil moaned her pleasure as she felt Derrick slide home and groan deeply in his chest. With his head bent and his brown hair brushing his forehead, he purposefully withdrew and plunged back within, over and over until they were both writhing and incoherent with lust. Dropping to her elbows, Lilith gave him better access to her tight hole as she reached back with one hand to work her swollen clit with wet fingers. As Derrick’s pace picked up and he hammered harder into the warmth of Lil’s welcoming ass, he held her hips in an iron grip.
“Oh yeah, oh baby….fuck me……fuck me!” she cried through gritted teeth as her fingers worked at a feverish pace.
“Oo, mmm…you want it all? Huh, Lil? You want me to cum in your beautiful ass?”
“Yes, yes…..yes…..” she chanted, begging, on the verge of cumming herself. “Uh, Ooo…Derrick, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, rolling her clit between her thumb and forefinger.
Listening to her hot exclamations and feeling her sweet body gripping his with every dip of his hard dick, Derrick was right on the edge. Holding firm to the strong bones of her hips, Derrick pounded her with a fierceness that was written all over his face as his breath exploded from his lungs and he cried out as his cock jumped within her, shooting hot jets of cum deep within her.
With the sounds of sex in her ears and the roughness of his touch, Lilith found herself hit with a monstrous orgasm, causing her legs to tremble beneath her. Slowly, she slid her heavy arm back up to her other to support her weight as Derrick slowly pumped in and out of her slick ass, the contractions of her body pulling every drop of cum from his erupting penis. After sliding free of her spent form, Mr. Price sat back on his heels, his slacks still around his ankles. With a devilish expression, Lil slid around on her knees to face him. Using the hand that she had employed to get herself off, she ran one slick finger over his lower lip until he greedily sucked the digit into his mouth, sucking it clean of her juices. Leaning over, she pulled her hand away, only to replace it with her mouth, kissing him deeply.
Then, just as there was the threat of an awkward moment, Lilith stood up and gathered her clothes, slipping back into them and straightening her hair.
“See baby, that was just what you needed,” she said as she walked nonchalantly out the door, leaving Mr. Derrick Price sitting in his desk chair with his pants up and shirt undone.
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Here’s the third offering of the incestuous encounter between a brother and sister which started with an innocent wrongly sent sexy picture message. As ever, please don’t read if the subject matter offends you and constructive comments are welcomed.
This story is true as I remember it… through a thick haze of pot smoke
This is the story of my first time experience with my girlfriend, who I am still with and very much in love with
This is my first story, so please tell me what you guys think
Sorry if it’s a bit lengthy
Kelly is a very religious girl, being raised in a strong Christian home filled with rules and restrictions that most kids our age are pretty used to ( 17-18 year olds). I knew from the beginning that I loved her, from the moment I became best friends with her in my junior year of high school. She’s got the cutest face, and the sexiest body that I could not stop staring at when I first saw her. Big c-cup tits that always showed cleavage no matter how much she tried to hide them. Even on cold days while wearing a sweater they were still visible- and being a virgin at the time, all it takes is a little imaging to stir up some sexy visions of how amazing they looked under that sweater. She also has the best hips I’ve ever seen, with an amazingly big and firm ass thats to die for, especially when she wore tight skinny jeans that would bring out its round and sexy shape.
Kelly was aware of her amazing body, and always told me she hated it because her mom would verbally abuse her and insult her for not ever looking decent- which she can’t really be blamed for with that smoking hot body- it can’t be hidden.
Kelly always had a crush on me, thinking I was the sweetest and coolest kid in our school. Not to brag or toot my own horn, but im know around school as the nice guy everyone gets along with, and am friends with everybody. However, she is the shyest girl who always secluded herself with her small group of friends, who were just as shy
My best friend since I was 5 had a huge crush on her, and I on occasion would try to hook them up, because I wanted my friend to get some action. Not knowing her at all at this point, I began noticing how sweet of a girl she was, she was kind and caring, a little nerdy- but still had a great sense of humor.
My friend gave up on her after a while- worst mistake he’d ever make (he’s pretty slow with girls…)
So Kelly had grown affectionate with my friend, but after finding out he gave up on her, she was pretty hurt
She turned to me, as her new best friend, for comfort.
She began to tell me how she’s always liked me more than my friend, and that she wishes that she could date me
I’ve never had a girlfriend, so hearing this from this smoking hot babe was like a dream come true!
So we started dating, and soon I find out about her beliefs and christian background
I’m not fond of religion, I don’t hate it- I just don’t care for it
She tried pressuring me into going to church and all that stuff
I tried it out for a while until her crazy parents made me never want to go back again
Anyways, she told me about her views on sex… You guessed it- not until marriage.
No matter how “nice” a guy is, no 17 year old dude ever wants to hear those words from his girl.
So I asked her if she’d ever change her views, and she said no- expecting me to deal with them
This caused a bit of a speed bump in our relationship… And many of my friends encouraged me to bolt because it wouldnt end well. They were very wrong…
Fast forward a few months, Kelly had become a bit more comfortable with fooling around, even letting me feel her up a bit (not under any clothes). One day when making out under some stairs at school, I went under her shirt and went for her bra. Now what struck me the most was not that she was ok with it, but the way she smiled and giggled at me unhooking her bra. She looked at me and said “at school babe? I can’t imagine what you’d try if we were somewhere more private!”
I didn’t think of it much there, I was to busy rubbing her bare c-cup tits in my hands and slowly rubbing her nipples until they were hard. I looked around for people (this was after school btw), no one was around- so I thought “fuck it”, and pulled her v neck shirt down a bit, enough to expose her left tits nipple. She gasped as if a bit upset, and pulled it back up. “what are you Doing!? What if someone sees?” I was too horny to even care if someone saw. “babe, everyones gone except us, no one will see… Just a bit, alright?”
She hesitated, and I slowly pulled her tit out again, exposing her sexy tits
Her nipples were so cute, little and pink, staring me right in the face
I had never seen a tit in real life, but I knew for a fact that these were the best I would ever see. I lowered my head slowly, and started kissing the area around her nipple, trying to tease her a bit. I looked up at her and. could tell she was very nervous, but still wanted it at the same time.
I finally start licking and kissing her nipples very gently, sucking and enjoying the newfound taste- trying to savor the moment as much as possible.
I started hearing her struggle to hold in moans and little mouse like squeaks she was making.
She was horny as fuck, probably for the first time in her life.
I kept sucking her sweet nipples until we heard footsteps. She hooked her bra and pulled her shirt back up fast.
We silently walked around the building and left the school as fast as we could.
On our way home, it was pretty quiet and a little awkward. This was the most serious sexual activity she had done, and she seemed a little guilty.
She told me how much she loved it, but that due to her beliefs- it would never happen again until marriage.
She lasted about a week.
After about a month of me sucking her tits, she began getting more open and sexual- sending me texts about how bad she wanted me to lick her juicy nipples
We were both getting hornier and more wanting of eachother
Eventually, I got to finger her in the same spot of our school, and even made her orgasm for the first time in her life. Feeling her sweet warms juices pour on my hands made me so horny, I wanted to just fuck right there and then
But she held strong to the “everything but sex” rule which she set after a while.
I was pretty bummed out one night when she told me how bad she felt that she was making me suffer by making me wait. It was a real downer and we had a long talk about what we both really wanted. She wanted to break up, thinking that I was frustrated with her
I kept saying I didn’t want to, but she didn’t believe me, so just like that- she broke up with me.
After a few weeks, we started talking again, and we became friends again, talking like we used to before we dated
It wasn’t long until the elephant in the room popped up- we both missed each other bad.
After a a while of chatting on Facebook, she tells me that one of the things she misses the most about being with me was the sexual stuff
I got a little excited, but kept in low-key, just saying how I wish it didn’t end the way it did
She kept going back to how she loved me sucking her big titties and fingering her tight warm pussy.
I finally gave in and asked of she wanted to get back together, and she said yes
We quickly got back on track, enjoying our normal routine of “everything but sex”
One night she text me and tells me “babe, I don’t want to make you deal with my beliefs. I hate knowing you probably have blue balls or something because of me”
I anticipated another break up, and was pretty pissed and was typing my response
Before I could send, she sent another message… “I love you, so much… I want to do it”
I was frozen from shock
I don’t know what had just happened
I asked her just so there wouldn’t be any confusion “do it? You mean sex?”
“yes, I don’t care anymore- my beliefs don’t matter, I love you so much, I want you to be happy”
I couldn’t believe it, I was going to have sex for the first time
She didn’t say when or where, but that “it will happen when it happens”
Fuck! Really?
About a month or so, we finally got a night alone
My parents left town for the weekend and my bro was staying at a buddies dorm.
So I would be alone all weekend, perfect chance
I told Kelly about the situation and she jumped on it, she couldn’t wait to come over
Only problem, her parents are the strictest mother fuckers you’d ever meet. BUT, her best friend, Maria- was having a sleep over with a few of there group, so Kelly told her folks she was going to stay over- all weekend.
Fuck yes! I was pumped for what was to come the next few nights.
Kelly arrived at about 7 pm Friday night, dressed in a skirt that went to her knees and a button up shirt. Not very sexy, but whatever. I turned towards the kitchen and asked if she wanted a drink, she said no and walked up to me, grabbing my arm and slowly rubbing it, making her way down to my hand- which she pulled towards her beautiful face and began to gently kiss. “I had to dress like this because my mom drove me.”
I smiled and said it doesn’t matter, she quickly shushed me
“she doesn’t know what I’m wearing under though…” she grinned and gave a cute little wink
Who the hell was she, and what did she do to my girlfriend?
Kelly led me to the couch and sat me down while she prepared a little show for me
She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, exposing a bra that clearly was NOT Christian- her tits were amazing! They we’re so big, she was already having a nip slip
She then pulled off her skirt, revealing her matching black panties which were pretty see-through, allowing me to see her shaved pussy
She walked over to me and pulled me up from the couch, and put my hands on her big, tight ass and kissed me passionately
I squeezed it firmly in my hands, slowly going under her panties to rub her bare ass
She started rubbing me over my pants, showing shock in how hard I was already
She rubbed my boner which throbbed at her touch- I wanted to fuck her so bad
I tried to take off her panties, but she stopped me and pulled my ear to her and whispered “not yet… You always pleasure me, let me show you grateful I am first”
She unbuckled my belt and whipped out my cock. She went down on her knees and inspected it with a sexual gaze in her eyes. She had never seen my cock, let alone touch it before, she had only rubbed it over my pants
She went down to my balls and gave them a soft lick while staring up into my eyes with a lustful look that sent a shiver up my spine and made me want more.
She licked my balls, slowly moving up to my now rock bard cock, and began licking it up and down while still staring at me with that look in her eyes
She made her way to the tip, and sucked on it so softly with her cute little lips- enough to make a guy want to go crazy with anticipation. She licked it for a few seconds before finally inserting my dick into her warm and wanting mouth. I could feel her tongue playing with every inch of my cock, slurping away at it, enjoying every inch of me.
She started cradling my balls, gently and tenderly squeezing them in her little hands
I wanted to explode after just 2 minutes, but I held back as hard as I could
She kept sucking harder and faster, hearing her slurping sounds and moans of lust made it even harder for me to keep from cumming into her warm and wet mouth.
I finally couldn’t hold it anymore, I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled it towards my cock, inserting every inch of me inside her before jizzing into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she struggled not to gag while swallowing my loads of cum which seemed never ending.
I must have shot over 5 loads, all stringing down directly in her throat.
I let go and she quickly pulled back and coughed a bit, then she giggled.
“wow, that was funner than I thought it would be.”
She gave me a sexy stare as she slowly moved up and began licking my chest and nipples while still slowly running my balls in her hand
I knew I would be hard again soon, she was hot as fuck in her lingerie which she was squeezed into, all any guy had to do to get hard was stare at her like that.
She came up to my ear and gave it a soft lick and nibble before whispering “let’s go to your bed now babe, I want you to make love to me”
We got to my bed and I slowly laid her down on my pillow and began to kiss her with all the love i had in me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me tightly close to her, jamming her whole tongue in my mouth
She pulled away, almost gasping for air, almost yelling “I want you now, please you have no idea how bad I want this!”
I slid off her panties and put them aside, they were soaked from her pussy being so wet. I couldn’t resist
I went down to her pussy and started licking her clit, her body spasmed from what seemed to be a sudden feeling of heaven. I jammed my tongue deep into her, rapidly moving it in and out and taking in all her sweet juices. Her pussy seemed to tighten up for a second before she came, releasing a bunch of her juice into my mouth which I gladly swallowed.
“I’m sorry! Oh my gosh, I didn’t mean to cum… It felt so good, I didn’t want you to stop”
“it’s ok, It tasted amazing”
She smiled and pulled me in for another kiss and then stared deep into my eyes for what felt like a lifetime. “I’m ready”
I easily rolled the condom onto my cock which had gotten hard while I ate her out.
She got on top of me and unhooked her bra, “I want you to make me cum. I want you deep inside of me”
She took my cock into her hand and guided it into her tight and warm pussy, which slowly eased its way in.
I couldn’t believe it, I was having sex
I almost lost it when I realized how tight her pussy was around my entire cock, it was amazing
For a second, she looked like she was in excruciating pain, but after slowly easing her, it seemed to go away
“it’s not as bad as I thought… The pain I mean”
She slowly grinded her sexy hips back and forth, resting her hands on my chest. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, letting out a soft moan, “oh… Oh fuck…”
She started thrusting her hips, increasing her speed each second.
“holy shit… Aaah, fuck it feels good.”
I grabbed her big, tight ass and began to fuck her faster, sticking every inch of my cock into her pussy. “ah! Fuck! Fuck me!” I started to feel myself building up for a huge load of
Cum.
“ahh… Oh! Mmm, does it feel good?”
I could barely even mutter a word, all I could reply was with a smile and nod of sexual appreciation
I sat up and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and began to tongue kiss me intensely.
She pulled back and opened her mouth wide open and closed her eyes. “I’m going to cum!”
I trusted with all the energy I had left before finally feeling her pussy tighten and tremble a bit. I could feel her juices drip down to my balls.
Seconds later, I grabbed her tightly and exploded, releasing all my cum into the condom.
I fell back onto the pillows, and her onto my chest. “wow, that was amazing”
She looked up at me, her bare naked body still barely dripping sweat onto mine.
“did it feel good for you too?”
I smiled, “ofcourse babe, I loved it”
She gave a little smile, she whispered “i love you so much” before closing her eyes and resting her head on my chest, dozing off into a deep sleep.
I sat there, still in shock. Kelly, the Christian girl I’ve known for over a year- who claimed shed never have sex before marriage, just lost her virginity to me.
I smiled, thinking of how lucky I was to have lost mine to one of the sexiest girls in my school- who was crazy in love with me. I looked at her, kissed her for head, then closed my eyes.
“I love you too.”
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My best friends mom made me late
The second chapter of “The Beast Within”, a story about a young man bitten by a wolf who then transforms into a beast. He seeks out the nearest person to unleash his desires upon… His Mother. The second chapter takes place from the point of view of the mother.
The party, and coming clean to Gina
Second Part of Mitchell’s Story
Cindy looses her virginity
I woke up slowly. I think my entire body was sore, although most of the pain was concentrated in the muscles between my legs. I stretched slightly, realizing as I moved that I was under the satin sheets of his bed and the ties that had bound my arms had been released. I opened my eyes. The curtains over the windows were drawn, showing me that it was still night. My new master was not in bed beside me. I turned over to the empty side of the bed, my lower lip trembling in disappointment.
“Carol Anne.” I sat up quickly and turned toward his voice, a smile breaking out across my face an instant before a slight wince replaced it as the pain of my sore muscles flared up. He was sitting in a chair not far from the foot of the bed. On the table next to him was a glass of wine. He had a book in his hands that he lay down beside the glass as he smiled at me. Much to my disappointment, he was wearing pants.
“Did you enjoy your little rest?” I nodded slowly. “Are you hungry, pet?” I realized at that moment that I was indeed starving, and told him so. “Then come here, little one.”
I got out of bed and turned to walk toward him. I froze when I saw his eyes were narrowed at me. He flicked a single finger down towards the ground. It was then that I noticed that a plate of food and a glass that was sitting on a stool at his feet and understood. I dropped to all fours and crawled to him. He didn’t really smile at me, but his frown did disappear. I stopped at his feet.
May I?” He nodded, and I placed my head on his knee. He placed a hand on my head.
“You learn quickly, Carol Anne.” He ran his fingers gently through my hair as I waited for him to give me permission to begin eating. He was watching me carefully, a small smile returning to his face. Finally he gestured towards the plate of sandwiches.
“Eat, my pet, while we discuss some things.” I reached for one of the sandwich halves and slowly ate while watching him. He, however, was staring out the window at the stars. I had finished one half of a sandwich and had started on a second before he spoke.
“You realize that I have every intention of keeping you here until I tire of you, don’t you, pet?” I didn’t answer, just smiled broadly at him. He looked down at me when I didn’t answer, saw my smile and looked back out his window, even though it was so dark I couldn’t see anything out it.
“I imagined you would be quite delighted at this. I have already indicated to your boss that you would be leaving. He believes you are coming to work for me, which I suppose is not entirely untrue.” He smiled slightly to himself.
“How did you…” I said softly before I realized it said it. I quickly covered my mouth with my mouth, looking up at him, expecting to see anger. He did frown slightly down at me.
“Finish eating instead of talking. If you have questions, you may ask them later.” I nodded and took a sip of the drink in the glass. It appeared to be a red wine, but was thicker and appeared to be stronger. I eagerly took another sip as he continued speaking.
“I will deal with your friends as the need arises.” I frowned slightly, not really wanting him to harm my friends, even if we weren’t really close anymore. He seemed to notice my frown because he gently said, “Despite my nature, I am perfectly capable of handling things without violence, Carol Anne.” I relaxed at his words.
After that, he turned back to the window, seeming to be thinking something over. He was, however, stroking my hair, petting it quite absentmindedly. I sat at his feet sipping my wine as he sat quietly thinking and petting my head. Finally, I lifted up slightly into his hand like my childhood cat would do as I pet him. My master looked down at me, smiling softly.
“Am I boring you, Carol Anne?” I smiled but shook my head playfully. “Are you finished eating?”
“Yes, Master. It was very good, thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome, pet. Now put your glass down, you have more to learn.” I obeyed eagerly, turning so that I was kneeling between his legs facing him. It had not yet occurred to me what he wanted.
“My pet, I must say I thoroughly enjoyed you earlier.” I smiled enthusiastically, but he simply raised one of his hands and continued. “But there is much more of you to enjoy.” His hand slid under my collar, using it to pull me closer. “Take it out, pet.”
I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped him, reaching into his pants for the object of my desire. It wasn’t completely hard yet, but his size was still quite considerable. Having him in my small hands made the fire within me flare up quickly again. I looked up at him for guidance. He met my glance and then moved to settle himself more comfortably in his chair. He pulled me closer by the hair until my lips were an inch away from him.
“Open and put it in your mouth, Carol Anne.” I licked my lips and did as he told me. I tightened my lips around him and start to gently suck at him. I started to take more of him in my mouth and gently bob my head up and down on his cock as my tongue massaged the underside of his cock. At first, I had no problem taking him in my mouth, but he quickly grew quite hard and larger in my mouth. I was now struggling to stretch my mouth sufficiently around him.
Try as I might, I couldn’t see his face from my angle, but I could hear his soft moans and grunts at my actions, and his hips were thrusting slightly towards me. Finally, I felt a hand on my head firmly yet gently pushing me down, forcing me to take more of his cock. I gagged several times as his cock forced his way into my throat. I could feel my throat contacting around his cock, trying to dispel him. He let up on the pressure on my head for a few moments allowing me to take several deep breaths before he pushed back down on my head. He repeated this several times, and each time I made sure to continue my sucking as well as the massage of my tongue.
The fourth or fifth time he pushed me down, my nose pushed into his pubic hair. He held me there for a moment before I heard him grunt slightly. He pulled me up slightly so that only part of his cock was in my mouth as he said, “Swallow it all, pet.” He grunted again, and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth and onto my tongue. It was far hotter than I had realized. I held his cum in my mouth until he finished and sat back with a sigh. I let his cock fall from my mouth as I closed my eyes and rolled his cum around on my tongue, savoring the taste for several moments before swallowing it. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was watching me, but finally spoke.
“You did better than I thought you would,” he said, “although I’m sure you will improve in time.” As he said it, I felt tears fill my eyes and lowered my head, feeling that I had disappointed him. I blinked quickly trying to prevent my tears of frustration from falling. I felt his finger under my chin to lift my face towards him, but I turned away quickly. Immediately I felt his hand slap across my face and his hand cupping my chin to force my face up to look at him.
“Do not pull away from me again, Carol Anne.” His voice was even softer and more dangerous than usual. For the first time since having arrived, I was actually scared.
He let me go, however, and sat back, watching me. I raised my hands to hover over his knee, hoping to be able to touch and placate him. “May I, Master?”
“No.” I lowered my hands back to my lap, sadly. “I never thought you to be such a perfectionist that you couldn’t acknowledge that you could improve something you’ve never done before. Unless, of course, you have such experience I should expect more expertise,” he sneered. I shook my head fanatically, opening my mouth to answer him. “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”
I whimpered slightly and sat back on my heels. He was watching me with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, he spoke again.
“Do you know how old I am?” I shook my head, wondering at the seemingly irrelevant question.
“Suffice it to say I am centuries old. You are hardly the first I have claimed.” He paused for some time.
“However, you are the undeniably by far the most responsive and one of the most obedient and affectionate pets I have ever had the pleasure of claiming. I have never been more pleased with my choice of pet.”
I smiled slowly, not sure he wasn’t kidding. He smiled his slight smile back at me and continued. “Now stop your pouting because I note you can improve at something. It’s infantile and annoying.”
“May I speak?” I asked softly. He considered, then nodded.
“I’m so sorry, Master. I just thought I was disappointing you.”
“You weren’t. Trust me; you’ll certainly know if you do.”
“Are you going to punish me now for pulling away from you?”
He cocked his head slightly, obviously thinking. “Wait right there.” He got up and walked to a cabinet on one side of the room. He opened the door closer to me, preventing me from seeing what was in this cabinet. “I must say, pet, that there is such benefit to living in this century. So many toys readily available.” He closed the cabinet, and I finally saw what he had brought out. It was a leather flogger. He played with the tassels as he spoke to me.
“I don’t think my belt really made the impression I was hoping for, so let us see what this can do.” He used my collar to drag me to the center of the room. There was a hook hanging from the ceiling there that I hadn’t noticed earlier. He threw the flogger on the bed, and then pulled out a length of rope.
“Your hands.” I lifted them up to him, my eyes still on the flogger. I was still scared about the beating I was about to receive. He tied my hands together and then slipped the rope over the hook. My hands were raised high above my head. Only the balls of my feet touched the floor. He stepped back and looked me over. I saw him out of the corner of my eye but I was more interested in the flogger. He picked up the flogger and used it to turn my face towards him.
“Just remember that I love you,” he said softly before he brought the flogger down onto my left breast. I jumped at the pain, and whimpered slightly as the flogger fell onto my right breast. He continued until five blows had landed on either breast. He paused and I relaxed slightly, thinking it was over, but he only moved around to my back. He continued my beating, this time allowing ten blows to fall on my ass. He paused again.
“Now spread your legs.” I whimpered again through my tears, but did as best I could. He was in front of me again, this time raining four blows on the insides of each of my thighs. I was crying softly now.
“Just two more now, pet.” I was relieved until the first blow landed on my exposed pussy. I screamed, barely noticing the second strike. I stood there crying in pain as he put his toy away. He returned to me, untying my hands and whispering the only thing that could have alleviated my pain, “Good girl.”
He carried me to the bed, laying me on my stomach. I tried to roll over, but his hand pushed down on my back, preventing me. I frowned for a moment before I felt his hips against me, and realized that he was hard and throbbing again. Apparently, my master now wanted to take the last virgin part of me.
He moved away from me to get something, presumably some sort of lube. He inserted two fingers into my anus, trying to spread the lube around sufficiently. I heard him spreading the lube onto his cock before placing it against my hole. He leaned into my ear.
“Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked in a mocking tone. I knew perfectly well he wouldn’t be gentle even if I asked him to, perhaps especially not if I asked. It didn’t matter, though; if I had wanted gentleness in a lover, I would not be here.
“No, master, I don’t,” I told him honestly. He chuckled against me.
“Insatiable,” he whispered as he began to push into me. It burned at first, only to be replaced by sharper pain. He seemed to be having trouble pushing into my tight hole. When I saw that he was half way into me, he pulled out slightly to thrust back into me. He continued in this manner, pulling back only to thrust even further into me. Finally, he pushed his hips against the sore cheeks of my ass.
It took longer for the pain to fade than it had when he first took me, but in time it did. I tried to thrust back against him, but found it difficult from my angle. He seemed to realize this and, without pulling out of me, he lifted my hips so that I was on my hands and knees. From this position, I could meet his thrusts without reserve.
I had not expected to enjoy this as much as I had our previous acts, but I slowly started to feel pleasure at his thrusts. The pleasure quickly spread when his fingers began to rub at my clit. He leaned forward over me to whisper in my ear.
“Cum with me, Carol Anne.” I nodded, unable to speak. His thrusts were getting stronger, and his fingers were circling my clit faster. I was incredibly close, but held myself back, determined to wait for him. I was rewarded when I heard him whisper, “Now!” followed by his groan of pleasure. I let myself go, feeling the pleasure flow through my body, causing it to convulse under him for some time. I collapsed onto the bed as he slowly pulled himself from me.
“Come clean me off, pet.” I slowly pulled myself off to look at his wilting cock. Somewhat reluctantly, I licked it clean. I finished without verbal complaint, but couldn’t help making a slight face.
“Do you not enjoy that particular act, pet?” he asked as I lay my head on his thigh. I hesitated before answering.
“I will do what you ask me to do, Master.”
He chuckled slightly. “That is not what I asked.”
“No, Master, I didn’t. But…”
“You’ll do as I tell you, I heard you the first time you said it. But I will keep your dislike in mind nonetheless.”
I was surprised, but answered with, “Thank you, Master.” I was exhausted now. My two naps since the morning were simply not sufficient when compared to the energy I had expended. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I asked him where I should sleep.
“Unless I tell you differently, you may sleep at the foot of my bed.” Slowly, I crawled to the foot of his enormous bed and curled up there facing him. I felt him place a blanket over me before I fell into a deep sleep.
****
He looked at the foot of his bed, where his newest pet was curled up and fast asleep. He had had all types over the years. He had never wanted to keep any of his women permanently, so he went through many. He had had blondes, brunettes, redheads. He had had small women and large women, tall women as well as short women. He had claimed someone from most countries in the world today. While most of his women were virgins, he had occasionally taken women who were slightly used as well as incredibly experienced. Some of the women he claimed came willingly, while others he had to drag back to his home and break over time. However, he had not lied to her; he had never had a woman who was so responsive or so eager to please from the beginning. He had taught such responsiveness to some of his women, but it came so easily to her. Furthermore, she had accepted her punishments better than anyone before. He had yet to test the full extent of her, but he doubted he would be disappointed. If anything, he felt that in time she could only improve.
Considering her lying there, he felt for the first time that he might have found his perfect pet. If she continued to please and improve, he might just make her completely his. Forever.
In her sleep, Carol Anne felt a deep sense of contentment and fulfillment that consumed her. She smiled in her sleep, feeling truly happy for the first time in her life.
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