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Wedding Orgy

This is a true story about our wedding day. We had been planning our wedding for a long time. We were engaged for two and a half years before we were married so most of that time was spent planning the wedding. We had most of the big decisions made; church, attendants, reception location, dance music, etc.
One night Jake (my future husband) and I were sitting around discussing some of the smaller details of the wedding when the subject of our hotel room after the wedding came up. I jokingly asked Jake what he was planning on doing after the wedding dance. Fully expecting him to say he wanted to go back to the hotel room and bang my brain out. Instead, he said he wanted to go back and have an orgy!
First I must explain our relationship. He had had (and still do) a very open relationship when it comes to sex. We had, on several occasions, participated in orgies. We love our sex in any way we can get it. We like to keep our sex lives spicy by always trying new things with new people. I am bi and Jake says he is straight but I have seen him suck cock and have seen him get sucked by other men before. I don’t know why he doesn’t admit he is also bi.
Still I thought his response of having an orgy on our wedding night was ridiculous and took it as just a silly joke to a silly question. He admitted he was just joking too, but we both thought the idea would be quite interesting.
Nothing more was said about the subject that night but during the next several days, having an orgy on our wedding night, became kind of a standing joke between us. I think the more we kidded about it, the more it started to excite us and turn us on. Our conversations turned from a joking attitude to a “why can’t we have a wedding orgy?” attitude.
Jake suggested that we have an orgy just among the wedding party. It would be something unusual that, as far as we know, no one else has done. It would be a topic of conversation for the rest of our lives.
It took us several weeks to warm up to the idea to the point where we decided to discuss it seriously. We were to have four couples in the wedding party, four girls and four guys in addition to Jake and myself. I knew three of the four girls would be open to the idea. Two of the girls were my best friends from college whom which I had been sexually active with and had been in groups with before. A third girl was the girlfriend of one of Jake’s groomsman which we both had come very close with and have shared sexual experiences with. We knew they would be open to it as well. I wasn’t so sure about the fourth girl. She was my best friend from high school. We had shared all our thoughts and experiences in high school. She was a very wild girl and loved her sex but I didn’t know if she would go for an orgy.
Jake thought that all the guys would go for it (go figure guys would want to be in an orgy!). We decided to test the waters by talking to all the wedding party and see what their responses were.
Surprising enough, my best friend from high school was the most excited about the idea. She had met all the groomsmen and didn’t want to wait for the wedding night (which was still about two months away) to take part in our “party”. She wanted to do it right away.
Jake also got very favorable responses from all the groomsmen. I couldn’t believe our fantasy might actually come true.
We decided to reserve a suite in the motel where the dance was to be held instead of the honeymoon suite. We went to check out the actual suite, it was perfect. It had a small kitchen area complete with a full refrigerator, microwave and everything else we needed. There was a large living area with a couple sofas, two large chairs. The bedroom had a large king size bed. The suite was a perfect place for an orgy.
At last the big day came. Everything was perfect. The weather was absolutely gorgeous. All us girls got up and were pampered with a spa makeover. We all had our hair done together and then it was time for the big ceremony. The wedding went off with not problems at all.
We had a couple hours between the wedding and the reception. The wedding party all got into a huge limo and traveled around the country side to the hotel where the reception and dance were to be held. The alcohol was flowing quite well in the limo. From the behavior of the wedding party, I think some of them were thinking about what was going to happen after to dance. A lot of flirting was going on.
Thanks to both my family and Jake’s family, the reception was absolutely wonderful. They did so much work on planning, setting up and arranging the big celebration. There were about 300 people that celebrated with us all night long.
At 1:00 am, the music DJ quit and the party started to wind down. Several of the guests sat around and socialized for awhile but around 2:00 am, Jake and I decided to retire to our room. We told all the wedding party that we would be waiting for them and gave them all a big wink.
Jake and I went to our room. We had stocked the refrigerator with a lot of beer, wine and anther drinks. We had some snacks that we put out for people to munch on if they were still hungry. I don’t know how they could have been; we had enough food at the reception and dance to feed a small army. We also brought a CD player and a bunch of CDs to play. We put in a mix tape of a bunch of favorite tunes.
It wasn’t long until the others started to show up. We got everyone a drink, everyone were “feeling quite happy” already. We were all standing around talking when Dave (the best man) started to speak. He pretended like he was the DJ at the dance but instead of announcing the new couple for their first dance together as man and wife, he announced the new couple for their first fuck as man and wife.
Everyone started to cheer us on. The girls started to help me out of my dress while Jake started to take off his tux. It wasn’t long until we were both naked in the middle of the room with all the others circled around us. Dave played a slow song on the CD player.
Jake and I took each other and started to slow dance in the middle of everyone. All the other started to cheer us on, urging us to start fucking. Jake wrapped his hands under my ass and lifted my up. I helped by pulling myself up with my arms wrapped around his neck. He started to grind his cock against my crotch. He was already hard and I was so damn excited I could hardly stand it. Jake then rubbed his hard cock up and down my already wet pussy, driving my crazy as it slide over my clit.
Jake then lifted me so that his cock slipped right into my pussy. Everyone cheered and applauded as they saw his cock disappear inside me. I started to bounce up and down on his cock, keeping in time with the slow song.
The crowd then started to “clink” their beer bottle as they would at the reception to request the new couple to kiss. Instead of a nice little “peck”, this time we engaged in the biggest and longest French kiss you ever saw, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. We really played it up for the audience, all the long; we continued to fuck to the music. We got a lot of cheers and whistles from the crowd.
The song ended and then Dave, again acting like the DJ at the dance, said everyone could join the couple on the “dance floor”. He told Jake that he couldn’t keep me for himself; he would have to share me and let others “dance” with me.
I looked around the room and everyone started to remove their dresses and tuxes. Dave then came up to Jake and tapped him on the shoulder as you would to request a dance from your partner. Dave said to me “may I have this dance?” Jake and I separated and Dave pulled me over to a sofa and laid me down. He started to massage my breasts and run his hands all over my body.
I looked around and saw everyone starting to pair up with each other. Jake first paired up with Katie, my best friend from high school. She was the only girl there that he hadn’t fucked before. I guess I didn’t need to worry about her. She seemed to be very comfortable with Jake and those two didn’t take any time at all to really start getting it on.
It didn’t take Dave long until he was sucking my clit and playing with my pussy. I was so horny by this time; it wasn’t long until I had my first orgasm, of many, for the night. Dave then replaced his fingers with is cock. He started to pump my pussy with his hard love tool. I told him to fuck me hard, I wanted to nice and hard. He responded by ramming my pussy as hard as he could, pushing his cock as far into me as possible. He had an average size cock but was using it very effectively. He started to play with my clit with his fingers. As soon as he did this, I was thrown into my second orgasm. I screamed as I came and then felt him shoot his cum inside me.
As our orgasm subsided and I gained awareness of our surroundings, I heard a lot of screaming and a lot of dirty talk all around the room. I looked around and everyone was fucking and seemed to all be having a good time.
One by one, everyone had an orgasm. When they were done, we all switch partners and continued on. I was fucked in my ass, my mouth as well as my pussy. I was having such a good time and I think everyone else was as well.
After several hours, things started to slow down. I think all the guys had cum two or three times, and some even four. Everyone was getting more drinks and eating some of the munchies. The guys all sat back to catch their breath and hopefully get a second wind.
I was lying in the middle of the floor, relaxing trying to catch my breath as well. Just then, one of my best friends from college (Jenny) came down to me and started to give me a very passionate kiss. The guys started to cheer. Her hands started to explore my body. Just then I felt another pair of hands, then another and then another. All four girls were soon gathered around me massaging different parts of my party. Jenny whispered to me that this is my wedding day so sit back and enjoy. She then slid a finger into my pussy. It had been fucked several times already but still wanted more. Another girl started to work on my clit as the other two paid attention to my tits.
I laid my head back, closed my eyes and enjoyed all the attention from the girls. I thought I must be in heaven. I felt the girls start to run their tongues over my tits, pussy and clit. Each of them knew exactly how to please me. It wasn’t long until I had still another orgasm. I lost track of how many I had that night but I think it is safe to say that I have never had so many before or since.
After the girls had thoroughly pleased me, we all laid in a circle, mouth to pussy and started to please each other. The guys started to cheer us on as we licked and played with each other pussies and clits.
This went on for quite awhile. I think the guys were getting a little anxious, I could tell they wanted to have some fun to. After having multiple orgasms, the girls got up and went to get some more drinks.
I remained on the floor as one of the guys (Randy) brought me a beer and said he thought that the guys needed to give me a wedding present just as the girls did. It didn’t take long until and all four guys were around me, fondling every part of my body.
As they started to do that, Jenny said that the girls needed to give Jake the same wedding present. All four girls took Jake over to a sofa and started to attend to him. The guys took me over to the other sofa and had their way with me. At one point, one of the guys laid me down on the sofa. The other guys laid me down on top of him with my back towards him. I felt his cock probing at my ass and then felt him slide into me. Another guy got on top of me and slid his cock into my pussy from the front. A third jammed his cock in my mouth as the other started to fuck my tits. Now I know I was in heaven.
I looked over at Jake and saw him fucking one of the girls as the other three kissed every part of his body. They were taking turns letting him fuck all of them.
The guys continue fucking me for what seemed forever. They would switch positions so that everyone could get each of my holes. Finally one of them came inside my pussy. This seemed to cause a chain reaction that caused them all to cum. One came in my ass, anther in my mouth and one all over my tits, neck and face.
We all were totally exhausted. I looked at the clock and it was already after 8:00am. I couldn’t believe we had been fucking for that long. We started to fall asleep one by one on the sofas, chairs and floor.
We woke up a couple hours later around 11:00. I then remembered that we were to be back home at 1:00 to open gifts. We quickly got up and started to take showers. As I was showering and washing all the cum off of me and from inside me, I realized I had the cum of all four groomsmen inside me but not the cum of my brand new husband. We had not fucked except for the beginning “dance” and neither of us had an orgasm. I guess that was ok, we have the rest of our lives together to take care of that. We all agreed that was the most exciting wedding night you could have. It will be something we talk about for years to come. It was a perfect way to cap off an absolutely wonderful day. I’m sure glad we decided to have a “Wedding Orgy”.

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Cold Hands

An Amish woman and her daughter were riding in an old buggy one cold blustery day. The daughter said to her mother, ‘My hands are freezing cold.’
The mother replied, ‘Put them between your legs. Your body heat will warm them up.’
The daughter did, and her hands warmed up.
The next day, the daughter was riding with her boyfriend who said, ‘My hands are freezing cold.’
The girl replied, ‘Put them between my legs. The warmth of my body will warm them up.’
He did and warmed his hands.
The following day, the boyfriend was again in the buggy with the daughter. He said, ‘My nose is cold.’
The girl replied, ‘Put it between my legs. The warmth of my body will warm it up’.
He did and warmed his nose.
The next day the boyfriend was again driving with the daughter, and he said, ‘My penis is frozen solid.’
The following day the daughter was driving in the buggy with her mother again, and she says to her mother, ‘Have you ever heard of a penis?’
Slightly concerned the mother said,’ Why, yes…?! Why do you ask?’
The daughter replies, ‘They make one hell of a mess when they defrost, don’t they?

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The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 5

Moving up
I stood on the top of heaven, the highest point in the estate, and the sounds of New Years Eve just audible above the howling wind. I was so cold but I didn’t care. Tonight was the night, the final test. The other berserkers stood around the roof, if I passed I would be one of them. I looked at them, if they where as cold as me they didn’t show it, all hard eyes and rage. Most of them where now my friends but if I failed I doubted they would not be keeping me around. Taz and Lacy came forward, I held up my hand and waggle my fingers.
The wind gushed am I almost lost my footing on the frost covered roof. Lacy grab hold of my arm holding it out strait so I couldn’t move, my hand force towards Taz. I spread my fingers to give him easy access, this was going to hurt that was kind of the point, this was all about trust. Taz grabbed my index finger and pulled. It takes quite a bit of skill to dislocate a finger without risking breaking one or doing permeate damage, it is much easier to just break one. You pull fast and add a slight twist you can ripe all the joints out of place. Taz did this know, I have never felt such pain, normal my body would be giving me some endorphins and a whole lot of adrenalin to help me deal with the pain. But I couldn’t use them right now, if I did I would be dammed.
The edge of my vision was already red but I held out as he move on to my next finger. I was screaming inside my head, my body begging for me to give in and let the rage take away the pain. I was panting like a dog as he moved on to the third. My world had shrunk to the war in my head and the pain in my hand, I could barely hear the popping of my joints. The fire in my hand began to spread heat up my arm as tendons where distressed. My little finger was the last to go but my body barely registered the new pain.
Taz back up and Lacy let me go, both getting back quickly in case I lost it. I gritted my teeth against the pain. All I want to do was cradle my arm and curl into a ball and sob. But the test wasn’t over and I would not show weakness. I held up my hand in front of me, my vision swam and I had to fight off waves of nausea and vertigo. I grabbed my index finger, it was already swelling, I tried just to get my knee to stay strait, and there was a sick crack as I force my finger back into place. I forced down the cry of pain. I grabbed the next and did the same. My face split into a manic smile as it went back into joint. I was shaking now, black spots spinning in my vision. As I forced the third back into place I felt something break inside my head. Blood followed freely down my nose and into my mouth. The tasted nearly put me over the edge, I gasped for breath forcing the red rage back down. My last finger fell into place my hand going numb from the pain and cold.
I looked up laughing like a lunatic, I held up my hand and waggled my finger, and Bob gave me a single nod I had passed. I turned my arm tucked in tight to my chest and looked out over the estate listening to my new brother leave. Taz came up behind me and put his hand on the shoulder, he was proud of me.
“Alreet Rave”
“Reet Taz, have they gone?”
“Aye they have gone”
I vomited loudly over the side, my body racked with shocked and pain. I throw back my head and howled, a roar of hate and pain and rage and victory.
Taz had done a good job, it could have been much worse but it wasn’t perfect. My index finger on my right hand has never been the same, it doesn’t quit fit into a fist anymore unless it is cracked first, it aches when the weather changes but it reminds me of that night when I knew that I controlled my body not the other way around.
I really don’t remember getting home. I remember how good the ice it felt, so good, so cold. I looked down at Faye, my girl, her eye all concern. I tried to give her a reassuring grin but I am told that I smiled like a mad man. I let her wrap my hand and take me to bed, my dad was at a works do wouldn’t be back till late, I lay there and tried to convinces her to have sex with me. She put a stop to that by squeezing my hand, making me yelp in pain, and laughed. She kissed my hand better and let me go to sleep.
When I woke I couldn’t move my hand. The bruising was so bad it was near black. Faye took me to the shower and let the 10 minutes of hot water do its work.
“You don’t have to mother me” I teased
“Oh, would a mother do this?” with that she grabbed my cock and began to stroke. Hot soapy water ran down my body as she moved in close. Her head was level with my chest, she kissed and nibbled my nipples as she jacked me off. I ran my left hand down her back trying to keep my right out of the way. She increased speed trying to get me off before we ran out of hot water. I began to moan as I got closer and closer. My cum shot across the bath hitting the far wall, the next spurt landed in the water and was washed away. I shivered under the warm water as she let me go, she ran her finger up the wall and sucked on it. She came back over and hugged me. I would have stayed there for a long time but the water chose that moment to run out. We jumped out of the shower squealing.
My dad was in as much of a state as I was. Last night the husband of a woman she was fucking at work had hit him. My dad was hard, he beat down the poor husband, but he had got in enough licks. He was bruised and scared that he would lose his job but getting to unload on someone had made him feel alive for the first time in a long while.
He shouldn’t have worried, we are not sure if it was because of the woman being far higher up than dad and they were worried about sexual harassment or his bosses just liked a man who could beat down someone bigger and stronger than him but they promoted him. He was still an office boy but he was now on the second to top floor not near the bottom. The pay bump wasn’t much but we never had to do the by annually pick water or power coin toss again, and we no longer needed the money I got from the gang to not go to bed hunger one in a while.
My own earning went up significantly. I had become elite and I was to move up. I became Lacy Lt helping him run his corner, really my job was no different but I sat there and watched kids sell drugs after school. The trade only really started up later afternoon as it took the addicts that length of time to put together the money and most of the casual users only came around at night so I didn’t have to miss school. I ran the corner when Lacy was doing other stuff, I acted as muscle to ensure payment and to keep away the other gangs and I made sour the count was kept right. The work was not bad but I did learn a lot about why the older members of the gang were the way they were.
Have you ever met a smack head? There is nothing as vial, as decrypted, as truly dammed as a human who has let themselves fall that far. When all your world is controlled by when and how you get your next fix, when you will do anything for just one more high, when you will sell your friends, your family and your very soul. These are the scum of the world we have built, an underclass with the underclass, men willing to pimp out their own daughters, mothers willing to let their babies starve, people that would lick your feet for just a tasted. They were dammed and I was their dealer.
It is hard not to hate yourself when you spend your life profiting off the lowest depths of human misery. The self-loathing is soon all you feel so you find some to blame, and they are right there buying your produced, and you hurt them to make yourself feel better. Once you learn to find fun in the pain of the addicts it is easy to move on to other. Humiliation, violation and degradation all become just part of the fun. You learn to lose yourself in base emotions, lust, hate, rage knowing that no matter how bad you become at least you are still above them. More often than not they cross over, quash the self-loathing in the sweet oblivion of the narcotics they sell, but with just one slip they will fall forever become the worst of them all.
I knew this by the end of the first week and I hated myself. I know this sound soppy but love saved me, I couldn’t truly become self destructive why I loved Faye and she loved me. You got used to it and learned to build two bits of yourself, the dealer and the person, not that this makes you good it just makes you last.
My hand heeled given time and truly became one of the inner circle of the gang. I was like them.
I was a violent drug dealer, there are few things I am proud of from my childhood but it was the world I grew up and I can rationalize most of it away. But there are a handful of things that I am ashamed of, things that when I wake up in the dark, in the middle of the night I can’t say that was just how it was and for those I am sorry.
The first one of those was such a small thing, as January was ending, to get a girl from the year bellow me to come to a party. I had never meet Emma before she was pointed out to me by Cain on one Wednesday morning. At 12 she was old enough to start looking sexy without losing her childhood cuteness, all blond curls, big blue eyes and dimples. I was told she had to come to a party at the YMCA Friday night and it was my job to get her to come. Sometimes I lie to myself and say that I didn’t know what they planned to do to her, but I knew what type of party it was going to be from the way Cain said it, and no girl like her would have been a guessed unless bad things where on the cards.
In the end it didn’t take much to get her to come, I am not sure why they asked me, she took a bit of talking to but we would take her. Faye and I meet her on Lacy’s corner as business was running low for the night. Lacy had left more than a hour ago and we were dealing with the rush of people going out who needed a pick me up. Now this business is done in the clubs but back then coke didn’t sell anywhere near a normal club. I settled up with the lads that where on, most would go find a street corner to drink on, some of the older ones would be at the party. I sent a lad off to hand in our scraps, knowing that some of them wouldn’t make it back in, and took the money I knew it was right without looking.
Mike met us outside, he told us the Taz and Amy had come 10 minutes ago. I walked in to the sound of pleasure. There where mattress in the centre of the common room, all where in use a mass of naked flesh. The coaches around the edges had people on them too, some watching, some resting, some warming up.
“What… what is going on?” asked Emma
“It is a party, what did you think would be going on?” Cain came down the stairs“I will take her from here Rave.” He took the still stunned girl back upstairs and I let him do it. My only concern was to find Lacy and settle up. Cain sent him down to me, I could go up all on my own now but I was still not used to it. I passed him the money and told him how much, he counted it in front of me which pissed me off a bit he should have counted it but not with me there, he passed back some bills and I slipped them away. We walked into the party.
The was a girl of about 15 leading a 11 year old around by a leash, the family resemblance was apparent I would say younger sister. The younger girl was naked except for a pair of white cotton panties with pink teddies on them, she had almost no development. The older girl was offering blowjobs from her little pet to anyone not in use. I told Mike to give me back my money, I hadn’t seen him do it, I am not even sure he knew he had, he gave it to me and walked over to the pair. We walked passed couples in almost every position, I could see Faye taking notes, and moans of passion sounded from half a dozen places.
A girl was being dped on one mat, tears running freely down her face as she begged both lads to fuck her hard. There was a girl wearing a protective cone collar like off a sick dog, her face was turned up and lads stood around her wanking. A lad pulled out of a girl on the other side of the room as she screamed out her own orgasm to run across the room to empty himself not the girls face, the was quit a pool building up inside the cone, plastering her hair to her face. The was a girl with another over her knee, her arse starting to go purple and her cunt dripping, I was hard to tell if the screams form each smack when from extreme pain or the heights of pleasure. Maybe it was both, I had felt that before and there was a thin line.
There was a fat girl, clearly too drunk to consent, half passed out on one of the mats. She had been fitted with a ring gag and lads took turns with her mouth as she was fuck with a strap-on by a girl with the body of a model. She laughed and encouraged each lad to throat fuck her fat slut of a friend all the hard, each thrust made her gag and sent ripples along her skin. She had thrown up on herself more than once and as I watched she did it again, it didn’t even slow down the lad in her mouth.
We reach the dining room, it was quitter here as heavier drinking was going, there was still a girl passed out bent over the table with a lad fucking her as two more waited. She had whore written on her fore head in black marker that still hung from a string around her neck, I would hate to try and get that off, and had tally marks on her arse check. The lad finished and added another, letting the next guy take his place. I crack open a fresh bottle of white lighting and took a deep swig, god it was crap but we kept buying it anyway, and passed the bottle over to Faye.
I walked back into the main room in time to see the fat girl cum. Her ‘friend’ pull out and began slapping her cunt like there was no tomorrow, her body convulsed and she began to send jets of liquid all over the mat she was on. It was the first time I had seen a girl squirt and I was amazed. The fat girl tried collapse into a quivering mess but she was help up. The strap-on when back in and the next guy started fucking her mouth being told that she loved it.
I walked over to where Taz and Amy sat and passed around the bottle. Dale was having anal sex with a girl in front of them and Taz was loving the show of his boyfriend arse moving in and out. Amy was flushed by the sexual show, her checks pink her body squirming, clearly embarrassed by her own reaction. A lad tried to touch the clearly aroused girl but growls from myself and Taz send him running.
There was a shriek from the other side of the room. Stacie had been very close to getting a guy to fuck her, she was topless and making out, and then Bex had walked into the room. He froze, not willing to piss her off, and Stacie had exploded. In the two months since Bex had started this game no one had dare to sleep with Stacie, if the girl want sex she would have to give herself to Bex. Stacie grabbed her cloths and ran out in a rage. Bex just smiled knowing she was on the brink of winning. She nodded at us and headed up stairs. We didn’t need to be told twice.
Each room upstairs had something going on, we stopped and watch each one. The first was a simple thing eight girls on a tarp with one vibrator and a whole lot of oil. More interesting than the show was Faye and Amy reaction to it, Faye began to hump my leg very gently and Amy began to make little moaning sounds in time with Faye’s movement.
The next room a large swing had been set up, hung from it and unable to move was a skinny Indian girl, not a common sight back then around our way, she was blind folded and gagged and had a queue of lads waiting for a turn. She screamed into the gag as one of them pounded away at her, there was a spreading pool of cum on the floor under the swing already.
The third room looked just like normal sex until you realized what was wrong. The girl was so small, she was a midget, a fully developed little body hips and face normal but breast smaller, the body shorter, legs stubbier. The lad was raving about how hot and tight this little goddess was. She came with dozens of little shudders running all over her body. If Faye had not been there I would have been sourly tempted to have a go.
The next room had two girls spread eagle, each being eaten out, there was a clock counting down from 60 and there was money changing hands. Once the clock ran out the next two came forward to take a turn, laying down their money. If they made the girl come they got twice back but the girls would be leaving with quite a bit of money.
The next room was the last, because I wasn’t going near Bex’s room unless I was already bleeding or had been told to, this was going to be good. Bex had got some new toys, they had set her back some real money on them had them shipped in, they where a pair of black boxes with a pinkish rubber attachment on the top that could be changed. I know now they are called Sybians but back then they were magic boxes. The twins where not the most attractive girls in the gang but they were up in the top 10 and them being identical twins bumped them up some.
Bex had tied each of them into a kneeing position and placed them straggling each of the toys and put them on full. A third girl, young and pretty, was keeping tally on a white board. Each time one of the girls reached orgasm the girl would add a new mark. Both were on their second set of tallies, both in a pool of their own juices, both were so tiered and sour and sensitive, both begged for them to be turned off, for it to be stopped. Lads stood by some wanked, some laughed all enjoyed the show.
“Maybe we could get Bex to let us have a go” Faye whispered in Amy’s ear, just loud enough for me to hear. Amy turned bright red.
We headed for the end of the hall. It had been the shower room back before the YMCA left. It still was really, we hadn’t ripped out any of the porcelain and it was still covered in white tiles, but we had added some stuff to make it Bob’s ‘thrown’ room. He sat on a chair at the far end and gave a nod to both me and Taz. The cushions none the floor where mostly full but there was a space left open for us fairly close to Bob. Taz sat closest as due his rank and I sat between Amy and Faye.
There was a small square table in the middle of the room, from the way people where facing that is where the fun would begin. The door opened and Emma was lead in, naked but for a dog collar, she was shaking like a leaf. Bex took charge of her and lead her to the table and bent her over. The hand cuffs where pink and fluffy, four kept her in place. Bex picked up her magic wand, a stick with a larger sphere on top that vibrates, it was hooked up to the mains by an old extension cord that lead out of the door. Bex turned it on and placed it on the younger girl’s defenceless cunt. She screamed and bucked but was unable to get away but after a while her pleads for it to stop went to begs of it to continue. Before she had chances to cum Bex pulled back, getting a moan of frustration.
“I think she is ready for tonight’s main event” Bex said, she forced a ball gag into Emma’s mouth and buckled it tight behind her head. A lad that I knew was lead in, he was one of Cain’s crew and had been short on the count the last few weeks, I was waiting for the order to give him a slap for some time but I had been told not to. He was naked and blindfolded, they told him they had a hot virgin cunt all ready for him, I wanted to stop it, not for the girls shake but because it seemed he was being rewarded. Then I saw Emma’s reaction, she began to struggle her begs imposable to understand through the gag, she really didn’t want this guy to touch her which was reason enough to keep my mouth shut.
He was guided up to the girl, running his hands over her arse making her flinch with disgust. He began to slide into the girls opening when he came up with some resistance, he pushed harder and the look of pain told me that she really was a virgin. It still seemed to be a bit tame for these people but as he began to pick up pace a lad came up behind him and removed the blindfold. The smile on his face dropped from his face to be replaced with a sick look of panic, fear and disgust. He pulled out quickly and his face became a mask of rage, Taz and I were on our feet before he could take a step towards Bob putting up a wall of bodies.
“She is my fucking sister” he wailed. Half the room broke down laughing the other half looked on in shock. I was more pissed that I was kept out of the loop than at what I had done to the girl. I heard Eddy’s voice behind me and I was tempted to step aside and let the lad go but that would have been bad form.
“Aye you just took your own sisters virginity” he whined “and now you are going to keep fucking her. That little slut is going is going to take a load of cum by the end of tonight. You can do it yourself or if you are not up for it I can take her downstairs and see just how many lads want to help.” So that was the game, we were going to watch him violate his own kid sister or she would be handed to the mob downstairs.
“Bob?” he gave a final appeal.
“You stole from us” was all he said back.
Resigned to his fate he went back to his sister, I sat back down to watch, someone pulled the gag from Emma’s mouth allowing us to hear her pitiful begs to stop. Despite her bothers objections the revelation that he was fucking his sister had done nothing to diminish his erection. He tried not to look at her body as he fucked her hard, trying to get it over a quickly as possible. Amy’s nails dug into my arm, her body so turned on by the forbidden act unfolding in front of her. Emma’s body had been well warmed up, despite the fact that she clearly hated what was happening, it began to respond thrusting back into her brothers cock. She came with a howl of pure sorrow and began to sob like a child.
“She came” Amy mumbled, suddenly as if giving voice to the thought made it real, her own body tensed, breathing hard. Her nails broke the skin on my arm and the blood tricked down as she came. The orgasm was small but no less real. I let her curl up into me, no one was looking at us, and held her wondering what deep dark thoughts this pretty geek must have to cum from just watching this. Faye looked over with a knowing smile whispering to me that she really would have to get us fucking soon.
In the middle of the room the show was coming to an end, his pleasure spiking he thrust wildly, he came into his sister to the jeering of the crowd. Weeping almost as much as the girl as he collapsed on top of her.
“If you are not straight with us by the end of next month you can come back and take her arse” said Eddy. I looked at the family I had helped damage, the girl I had helped destroyed and I felt nothing but I would when I wake up in the dark, in the middle of the night with no one but myself to talk to and my soul is laid bare. Then and only then I feel true shame.

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LOSING MY 13 YR OLD VIRGINITY TO MY 31 YR OLD AUNT

This is the story of how I lost my virginity to my aunt. My sister and I had it rough as kids as our mother died when we were still very young. As you can imagine, my father wasn’t really coping well as a single parent which ultimately resulted in us moving in with my Aunt (Reinette) and Uncle (Harry) when I was 10 years old.
They stayed on a farm just outside Standerton when we moved in with them. We didn’t have much of a choice really as they were the only family members who didn’t have children and who always wanted kids of their own. We were all well aware that they had been trying to have kids for years, but unfortunately it never came to be (well, at least not with each other). Staying with them on the farm wasn’t easy as they weren’t the wealthiest of people. We had to learn everything the hard way and we had to do our bit on the farm, like feeding the chickens (which is a story that I will come to now).
I probably don’t need to tell you that being a 12 year old boy is smack bang in the middle of puberty and all I had on my brain was girls and sex. Ask any teenage boy and he’ll tell you that wanking on a daily basis is no joke. I remember keeping count of how many times a day I had a wank. I think the most I clocked in one day was 7 times. Anyway, my uncle was in town the one day and it was only my aunt, my sister, my aunt’s brother (Dirky), and myself on the farm. I remember my aunt going through a Playboy magazine (which belonged to her brother) on her bed and reading the “sex stories” of other people. This was actually quite interesting to me as one would expect your elders to not expose you to things like the Playboy magazine. Anyway, we all seemed to find some of the stories quite funny and weird. One story in particular caught my attention and gave me an idea. It was about two guys who had sex with sheep. This was quite funny to all of us and especially to me as I had never heard of people having sex with animals (which I later found out is called “Beastiality”). Maybe funny, but it also planted a seed in my mind as jerking myself off every day was becoming boring. Unfortunately we didn’t have any sheep on the farm so my chances of fucking a sheep weren’t likely. A couple of days later though it dawned on me when I was busy collecting all the eggs that the chickens laid. I looked at the size of the eggs and thought to myself that if an egg can come out of a chicken’s backside, then surely my 12 year old dick will be able to go in. I was more than satisfied when I grabbed one of the hens and inserted my cock into her. It fitted perfectly and the feeling was amazing as it was wet and warm. It was at that moment that I realized what it must feel like to put my penis into a girl’s vagina. I pumped my cock into that chicken until I shot my load straight up into her. This was by far more satisfying than a good old wank. The next day, unfortunately, I went in for round two when I noticed that the hen had died. Thankfully for me, there were other hens in the den. I grabbed hen number 2 and had my way with her. I knew that for as long as I was on that farm, that chicken fucking was the new masturbation. Sadly though, after the 3rd chicken died I put a stop to it as I didn’t want my uncle to notice that his chickens were disappearing. So back to wanking it was jerking off.
The following year we moved from the farm into a house in town. My uncle had gotten himself a full-time job and also signed up as a reservist with the police. Being a reservist was completely voluntary and demanded that my uncle work through the night helping the police fight crime. This left just my sister, my aunt, and I at home some nights. Whenever my uncle went out at night, my aunt told me that I should come and lay in bed with her. I didn’t think anything weird as I had slept in a bed with her many times before. However, I had come to learn that my aunt wasn’t the most faithful wife to her husband as she had been telling my sister about all the guys she had been sleeping around with while being married to my uncle. I think it was due to knowing that she was a bit of a slut that had my hopes up for something to happen one night between her and I while my uncle was out.
So on this one particular faithful night, I was lying next to her and I thought that I would “innocently” throw my arm around her and spoon her while we fell asleep. Before I knew it I had a raging hard-on which was pressing against her bum. I just kept on wondering whether she was aware of it and/or whether she felt it pressing against her. For a while she didn’t do anything and I started to think that maybe she wasn’t aware of it so I slowly started moving up and down in the hope that I would get some kind of reaction out of her. I figured that if she didn’t want me doing it then she would just tell me to stop. However, my endurance and bravery was soon to be rewarded when she took my hand and placed it on her firm breast and said to me that “tonight is your night, Ro. You can do anything you want as long as you don’t tell your uncle”. I will never forget those words.
I was not going to be asked twice either. I remember that she was a C cup and had a nice set of tits on her. I moved my hand from above her shirt and made my way under it so that I could place my hand on the first set of naked tits that I have ever felt. Now, obviously being a complete newbie to this, my foreplay ability wasn’t what you can call “being an expert”. I was so focused on getting into her pants that feeling her boob was about the only form of foreplay we had that night. My hand made its way downstairs into her pants. I stuck my fingers into her and rubbed her pussy a little and at the same time she grabbed my cock and started stroking it through my pants. At that moment I couldn’t wait any longer so I got on top of her, took our clothes off, and I pushed my 13 year old penis into her 31 year old pussy. Being the slutty slut that she was, I had no problems getting it into her. Besides, my cock still had a lot of growing to do and her pussy had seen much bigger cocks going in and out of it in its lifetime. This did not stop me from enjoying myself though. As I was pushing in and out of her, she whispered into my ear “when you’re ready to cum, then cum inside of me”. I didn’t think twice about it as I knew that her and my uncle had been trying to have kids and that she wasn’t able to fall pregnant. Seconds later I delivered the mother-load inside her.
As I got off of her, she told me that if I wanted to go at it again later on then I should just French kiss her as a sign that I am ready to go again. We fell asleep for a while and then I suddenly woke up to discover that my uncle had still not returned back home. So I did what my aunt told me to do as I was more than willing to go for round number 2. We went at it again and then I decided that it was time for me to go to my own room before my uncle got back home.
For the next two weeks my aunt and I didn’t even speak about what happened, let alone have sex again. This was torture for me because I finally got a slice of heaven and now I wanted more. I wasn’t too sure why she didn’t invite me to her bed again or why she didn’t ask me whether I enjoyed myself that night, but after waiting 2 weeks I decided that I would have to be the one to man up and confront her. I think it was due to the fact that she knew that she would get into a lot of trouble for having sex with an underage boy and was probably worried that I might say something, but she had nothing to worry about as my mission was to get some more where that came from.
It was a Saturday afternoon while my uncle was outside on the porch with friends of his having a braai when I spotted my aunt lying on her bed. I just knew that I had to take the opportunity and go and speak to her. My words to her were “when are we going to do what we did 2 weekends ago”? She responded and asked me whether I want it to happen again. Obviously I said yes. From that point on the ice was broken and she was comfortable with the fact that I wasn’t going to ruin my chances of getting laid by telling someone about it. We took every opportunity that came our way to have sex for the weeks to come. I fucked her in her room a good couple of times, even when there were people in the house. We fucked in the lounge and in the dining room a few times as well. The best was when I fucked her doggy style in the dining room right by the entrance of the kitchen where she was keeping an eye out for my sister who was in her room. It just seems like sex is so much better when you’re doing it with someone you’re not supposed to be doing it with and when the chances of being caught doing it with that person is increased.
Perhaps if some kids found themselves in the position that I was, they might say that they were taken advantage of, but losing my virginity to my 31 year old aunt is something that I don’t regret. It was dirty, risky, wrong, kinky, and super erotic. People might call it incest, but I enjoyed every bit of it. People who say incest is wrong shouldn’t be so judgemental. If the parties involved are all into it and enjoy themselves, then let them be. It’s the best sex you can find. Willing under aged incestual sex. If it ever comes your way, take it with open arms and make the best out of it.

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Halloween party with roommate/best friend that turned into a night I would never have imagined.

A Black Man Comes To Stay (FULL STORY)

Introduction.
This Story is set in England of the 1950’s.
In a small village just outside of London.
A Big black man comes to a small village and enjoys himself screwing around with the village women

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There was this woman who didn’t have a man and so she didn’t had sex in months. So she went to this voodoo woman and explained her problem, she said ” miss I can’t tell you the last time i had sex i need your help please can you help me?” so the voodoo woman gave her a voodoo cock and told her that when she wants to use it just say, ” voodoo cock my pussy”. The woman then ran home in excitement that she didn’t wait for the rest of the instructions. As soon as she got home she said, “voodoo cock my pussy” and the cock started to fuck her. Two hours passed and the woman was getting tired but she didn’t know how to get the cock to stop fucking her. She tried everything but nothing worked. Finally she went to the police station and met a sgt. on duty. She explained the whole story to the officer and said that she needed help. The sgt. then said to her, ” woman, you expect for me to believe this nonsense bout a voodoo cock? Woman if you don’t get out of my face talking shit. Woman voodoo cock my ass.”

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Toy Store Boy: Chaper Five: Inseparable

Chapter 5: Inseparable
My senior year started on a low note. The first time I saw Abby I tried to explain things to her. She wouldn’t listen to me at all. She said that no matter what excuse I used I had betrayed her trust. There was no way around that fact. Sadly I couldn’t disagree.
After her birthday Ash and Sara had become best friends, they hung out after school and Ash would often spend evenings and weekends at Sara’s house. Ash tried to have Sara talk to Abby for me, but it only seemed to piss Abby off more. Abby told me I needed to stop trying to turn her sister against her and fight my own battles.
By October she finally let me tell my side of the story. She thought it was bullshit and told me I had, had enough time to come up with something better then that. She said again it didn’t matter, what she couldn’t handle was the fact that I had my cock in another girls mouth. She said there was no circumstance were that was acceptable.
I had told her the real truth, well mostly the whole truth. I left out two parts, first the part where I knew it was someone else and just let it happen. The second part I left out was where I had attacked the girls pussy. I told Abby she had simply rubbed it against my face.
I told her my version of the story then explained that I didn’t know it wasn’t her until she accused me of cheating. I told her that I had thought it was her being kinky. She said that she wouldn’t have done that at a kids party when she had already promised to not be alone with me. That was the last time she talked to me until we were standing in a hospital on Christmas break.
Things having totally fallen apart with Abby, Ash and Sara had become my best friends. Sara, who had just started her freshman year at my highschool, rode shotgun with me everyday after school. We went to the junior high and picked up Ash and Shawna. The we would drive to Abby’s and drop off Sara and Shawna. Abby would often hide in the house when my car pulled up.
Ash and I had the house to ourselves for about two hours every night after school. I would help her with her homework and we sometimes cooked dinner together for our family. It was a fun innocent time. Despite the flirting Ash still had held back from me in some ways. But after her birthday I started talking to her like a grown up not a little kid. This made all the difference. She really opened up to me now. I found that she was really smart, but it was like she didn’t want anyone to know, so she hid her intelligence under a layer of fake innocence. I wondered just how fake her innocence went, I again wondered if she had been my mystery girl.
Without a girlfriend to help me out anymore I had developed a routine where we would come home after school and I would help get Ash started on her homework and I would retire to my room for a while. I would spend about twenty minutes to a half an hour taking care of myself then come back to check on her. Once she had her homework done we would go sit in the livingroom and find something on to watch until my Lilly got home.
By November Ashley’s affections had moved on to her sitting with me on the couch with her head on my shoulder. I was really glad that I had, had that talk with Libby because this could have looked bad under different intentions. If not for that talk I just simply would’ve been uncomfortable with this in general. Knowing it was no big deal I found I enjoyed the closeness of the bond we were building.
I found instead of finding her bratty like I thought she would be when they brought her home, she was really fun to hang around with. She really helped me fill the void that Katie had left in me. She was easy to talk to and I really enjoyed her company. I really didn’t mind her flirting anymore either. I found it fun to actually be adored by some one. I missed having a girlfriend. For the first time ever felt like a real brother to someone.
We started going everywhere together. I would often take Ash and Sara to the mall or the movies. I got both girls into reading books for fun and not just for school. This started us three spending time at book stores and library’s. Sara had told Ash she believed me about Abby and that’s why she didn’t mind spending time around me. She said I was the nicest boy she had ever met. I was touched a little by that sentiment. It was a fun time for the three of us.
I asked Sara one day why her mom let her hang around us so much with out supervision? As rumor had it she was still clamping down on letting Abby out of the house. Sara actually laughed a little. She said her mom didn’t mind her hanging around me as long as Ash was with us. Plus she wasn’t really worried about her sneaking off to meet boys right now because she was already pregnant. I laughed at that, I guess it made sense I just felt bad that Sara’s pregnancy was affecting Abby’s life.
By Christmas vacation I as ready for a break from school. Word had gone around that I had cheated on my girlfriend right behind her back. I stopped even trying to deny it anymore, it was pointless when now one believed me anyway. The fact of the matter was that I had eaten out another girl. I couldn’t rationalize that to myself anymore, yes I was tied up but I had attacked that pussy when she put it in my face.
My reputation was destroyed. No girl wanted to go out with me, not that I had one in mind. I still loved Katie in my heart of hearts but I also still had feelings for Abby. I still had that moment in the library locked into my mind. The moment when we laid our foreheads together and looked each other in the eyes. Some moments are there for life.
Since I was a social leper I had tried unsusessfully to find a date for Homecoming and ended up not going. I had some girl-friends but they were mostly the girlfriends of by buddies. I was disappointed it was my senior year and I was missing out because of a fucked up situation. Instead of Homecoming I ended up taking Ash and Sara to the movies that night just to get out of the house. Ash surprised me by holding my hand all through the movie. I thought it was cute that she trusted me enough to be that comfortable with me.
The week after Thanksgiving dad and Lilly pulled us into the kitchen for a family meeting. I was fearful, I had no idea what we had one wrong as we never had family meetings.
We found out that my parents were going trust us to stay home by ourselves for a few days the first week of Christmas vacation. My Dad had an interview for promotion within the company. To get the promotion he had to go out of state to a corporate function for training. He was taking Lilly with him and they were going to trust us alone in the house from Monday to Friday. I thought it would be awesome and I was looking forward to it. I just wished I had a girlfriend to make use of no parents.
My main focus however was trying to find a date to the winter formal. I didn’t want to miss this dance as I had Homecoming. My friends were all going but they all had dates . As much as I wanted to go I also didn’t want to show up without a date. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or someone to fall in love with, all I needed was a nice girl willing to accompany me and dance for one night. Was that really to much to ask for?
We were sitting around the dinner table a few days prior to the dance when Ash quietly stated that if I wanted she could be my date for the winter formal. I was trying to find the right words to tell her no, without hurting her feelings. It would be more embarrassing to show up with a 13 year old, then no date. As I began to speak up Lilly jumped in.
“That would be so cute Ash!” she cried, “We could go get you a pretty dress tomorrow.” The look on both Lilly’s and Ash’s faces was so priceless that I couldn’t say no.
“What do you say Joey?” asked Dad, “It’s your dance, it’s your choice.”
“I don’t know,” I said really slowly. I could see the sparkle start to leave Ash’s eye. That broke me, “Yes you can be my date to the dance aunty Ashley.” Lilly smiled and Ashley squealed and ran to me hugging me tight.
“Alright, get off me,” I said jokingly. Ash kissed me on the cheek and sat back down at the table.
That night I went to bed feeling like I was the good big brother again. I lay there not really thinking of anything when I suddenly got a major erection. It had been a while since I had gotten a massive erection spontaneously. I figured since it was saying hello I would just go with it. I reached down and started stroking myself as someone knocked at my door.
I felt 12 years old again as I pulled my hand back and said come in. I sat up as the door opened, hoping that the blanket over me would cover it. It was Lilly who came in. I couldn’t remember the last time she had come to see me at night.
“What’s up Lilly?”
“Nothing,” she said looking down at me with a knowing look, “I just wanted to make sure before I bought her the dress that it’s really ok. You weren’t just being nice out of pressure at the time?”
“No, it’s really ok,” I smiled at her, “I wont take that away from her now.”
“I think you’re the sweetest boy in the world. You made her whole month, you know that?” She looked almost smitten.
“Well she is a sweet kid.”
“Yeah, but I know some kids will make fun of you. But what your doing is really good for her. Since our parents died you’ve been really good with her.”
“I’m just doing what you asked me to.”
“What?”
“You told me to be nice to her. I found it’s not that hard.”
“I almost forgot about that talk.” She kissed me on the forehead and started out of the room. When she kissed me I had gotten even harder. I found that odd, my Lilly was attractive in the same way Katie was but I had never thought about her like that before. Maybe it was the fact that I was hard when she walked in my room.
The next day Lilly took Ash out to find a dress for the winter formal. They spent 3 hours at the mall looking for just the perfect dress. When they came home that night they giggled with each other and I was told I wasn’t allowed to see her dress until the dance.
Lilly told me that to Ash this dance was a really big deal. She had never gone to a school dance before, or been on a date. I told Lilly this wasn’t a real date. She agreed but said to Ash it still felt the same and I was to treat her the same as any other girl I took out to a high school dance. I agreed, thinking except the part were we rent a motel room and lose our virginity’s like some of my friends were planing.
At school the day of the formal I told my friends about who I was bringing. The guys laughed and made a couple jokes, they really didn’t mean any harm it was all in fun. The couple of girls thought it was the sweetest thing. They said they couldn’t wait to see Ash all dolled up in her dress.
By dinner that night I was dreading my decision, I was really starting to want to skip the whole thing. But it was to late to back out. I kept having images of people pointing and laughing. I was more worried if people laughed and made jokes, Ash would take them wrong and end up in tears.
The other thing making me dread this event was I realized that Abby might be there with someone else. I hadn’t heard any rumors of her dating anyone but I didn’t want to find out. I didn’t know how I would react to seeing her with another man.
When it was time I put on my suit I got ready and waited in the livingroom for Ash. I hadn’t seen her dress yet, so when she stepped into the room with her hair done up, wearing the most gorgeous dress I was blown away. She looked five years older.
Lilly seemed almost as excited as Ash. She made us stand in the livingroom so she could take a dozen photo’s. Ash blushed posing with me for the pictures when I put my arms around her. I just kept thinking these were going to be blackmail photo’s someday.
I drove us to the dance my heart racing in nervousness. As soon as we arrived I took her hand in mine and walked into the auditorium. To my relief no one gave us much of a look. That made my fears melt away almost completely.
As it turned out Abby was there but she had brought her sister. Sara ran up to Ash and I explaining Abby had come with her because Abby had turned down all the guys that asked her. Sara said that Abby had told her that the reason she turned them all down was so she wouldn’t have to pick one. Sara felt that the real reason was because she wasn’t over me yet. I really didn’t know how to feel about that.
Sara hung out with us for a while but ended up having to sit down. She was now almost six months along and her energy was warring down. I said I was surprised their mom let them out after what was going on. Sara said that she had dropped them off and with her as Abby’s date it was fine. But her mom was going to pick them up as soon as the dance was over.
I took Ash out onto the dance floor and tried to give her the night of her life like I had promised Lilly. We danced every time Sara had to sit down. Ash wanted to be with her friend when she was up and walking. They danced together a few times. I went to Ash a few times and told her she needed to let Sara rest. I could see something was wrong with her. Sara claimed she was fine but I was beginning to worry. I walked toward Abby to say something about it, yet before I could get to her she turned and walked away from me. Abby spent the bulk of her time leaning against the wall glaring at us. I think that she was a little mad about the fact Sara was spending all her time with us.
We were having such a good time that it never occurred to me that the whole thing could turn in an instant. When we first got there that night and the slow dances came on Ash was a little shy and would dance with me with a gap between us. By the end of the evening we were dancing like a couple. She had her arms around my neck and I had pulled her close with my arms around her back.
It was really nice dancing with her, it felt comfortable. I liked the feel of her cheek on mine and the smell of her hair. I fell in love with her in that moment. She may have been 13 but she was one of the most wonderful girls I had ever known. This too was a different kind of love then I had felt before. My heart always belonged to Katie, but now it shared space with Ashley.
It was in that wonderful moment slow dancing with her that things went south. I heard the DJ announce that there were only 4 songs left before the end of the night, he said grab that someone special and make the last songs count. I was already holding Ash tight as that dumb ass song started to play. I instantly went hard pushing against her stomach. Her eyes grew wide when she realized what it was. She had no idea it was the song and not her that had done it to me. She had a large smile on her face and I realized that this was probably the first time she thought she had made a guy go hard for her. I remembered how big of a deal that had been for Katie. I had done the wrong thing on that day. I didn’t know how to handle this today. She snuggled her head against my shoulder.
I broke our hold and walked quickly toward the back door. I went outside, it was warm for December, or I was warm. Walked to the far side of campus to be alone for a minute. I sat down on the stairs leading to the arts building and tried to wish myself down. I hadn’t wished myself down like this in a long time, but I wasn’t going to whip it out on the stairs that night. A couple minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and it was Ash. She sat down by me and snugged her head up to my shoulder.
“Why did you run away from me, Joe?” She asked softly.
“I………. it’s hard to explain………..” I started.
“Is it because you got a boner?”
“A little bit.”
“It’s ok. I………. felt special,” she said the last two words so quietly that I almost didn’t hear them.
“I don’t know what to say Ash. I shouldn’t be getting hard for you.” I didn’t want to tell her it was the song. She felt special and beautiful I couldn’t take that from her. I knew with the death of her parents and her budding sexuality she was very fragile emotionally. What I did now made all the difference. I know Lilly had told me to go along with things that made her feel nice and beautiful, but I knew she hadn’t meant I should go with it when were talking erections.
I was thinking on things when Ash moved her head from my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. This broke me out of my chain of thought, without thinking I turned my head to look at her. The second kiss wasn’t as innocent as the first. She kissed my lips and opened her mouth. It had been months since I had kissed some one. Sitting there with a major erection I wasn’t thinking straight. I opened my mouth and trust my tongue forward. She squealed in both surprise and delight and trust hers into my mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her hard. I couldn’t stop. Her lips were so soft. I couldn’t stop. I had never kissed a girl that young. We sunk into our kissing and the world around us melted away. I really couldn’t stop. I was so into her kiss I hadn’t felt her hand move to my zipper. We kissed for what had to be an entire lifetime before we broke apart.
When she pulled away from me I tilted my head back and breathed in the night air. I was coming back to my senses and I realized only then Ash had pulled me out of my pants and was stroking me.
“What are you doing?” I asked snapping back to reality.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never seen one for real. I just wanted to………” she said tentatively but never let go of my cock. As she stroked me I knew it hadn’t been Ash, who had been my mystery girl. I could tell by the feel of her hand. Ash felt good but inexperienced. She was soft with a touch of hesitance in her motions.
I was losing my train of thought as Ash worked me over. It was Katie all over again. I should have told her to stop but at that moment I couldn’t get anymore words out. Her hand felt so good and it had been months since the mystery girl. I tilted my head back again getting into the feeling. Ash took this as a hint to continue and she started stroking harder. I moaned and she leaned in and kissed me again.
“ I’m so……….. so close……….”I managed. Ash pulled away from our kiss and I felt her mouth on my cock. I really needed to tell her to stop but I couldn’t stop. I needed her to finish then I would tell her how wrong this was. I came in her mouth the moment her tongue touched the tip of my dick. She took it all in until I was done. She pulled off me and spit down the stairs.
“Thank you,” I said panting. I kissed her again showing her as much love as I could ever put into a kiss. I opened my eyes and pulled back leaning my forehead against hers like I had with Abby months ago. I looked into her eyes and I could see the deep blue sparkle shining brighter then I had ever seen it before. I wasn’t just lost in her eyes, I swam in a sea of blue. There was no past only future with her and it started in her eyes.
“That was amazing,” I said to her.
“I did good?” she asked shyly.
“You did very good.” I kissed her lightly.
“I can’t believe I made you that excited.” I could see the need for reinforcement in her expression.
“In that dress with your hair up like that, you were truly the prettiest girl here.” She smiled so bright she was glowing in the dark.
“I love you, Joe.” My heart sank. I loved her very much but I knew my love for her wasn’t like her love for me. I knew she meant she loved me like I love Katie. I didn’t say anything for a long time.
“Ash……. I love you……….very much…….” I stuttered slowly.
“But your in love with some one else.” She finished for me looking down.
“I’m sorry baby girl.” I put my arm around her.
“It’s ok, I already knew that. I know you still love Abby.” Well that was partly true. I did have feelings for Abby too.
“Don’t be sad.” I kissed her again.
“I’m not sad,” she smiled at me and the glow was back in her again, “This has been the most amazing night of my life. Thank you for being honest with me. Some boys wouldn’t have been, right?”
“No they wouldn’t. They would lie and say they were in love with you, to get what they wanted.”
“Thank you,” she smiled bigger.
“I do love you Ash. Your so very special. I can’t imagine living ever again without you.” The words came out with out me thinking. I didn’t know were that statement had come from but I knew I meant every word.
“Thank you,” she said quietly tears in her eyes, smile never leaving her lips.
We drove home that night without another word. She held my free hand to her chest with both of hers, the whole ride home. I walked her up to the door and stopped her before we went inside. I leaned in and gave her one deep kiss. She looked up at me, blue eyes shining. She was glowing so strong in my eyes she lit up the whole street.
The next day started Christmas vacation. Lilly asked all kinds of questions about our night and Ash couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Lilly pulled me aside and thanked me for giving her the biggest smile she had seen on Ash in months. I just shrugged. I knew Lilly would adamantly disapprove of how I had given her that smile.
Monday afternoon I drove the parents to the airport. At the air port dad made sure to double check with me that I had all the phone numbers and info in case of an emergency. He told me he was putting a lot of trust in me and I better not let him down. I told him things would be fine and wished them fun on their trip.
Ash held my hand the whole ride home, we never spoke of what had happened the other night. It seemed like a far off dream. It had happened and brought us closer but we didn’t need to discuss it.
I made a light dinner for us that night. Ash was unusually quiet that night and I didn’t pry as to what was wrong. Instead I tried to make it a fun evening. We played card games and watched a movie. I let her stay up late and eat junk food like any good big brother would.
I went to bed that night thinking about the end of the formal. Remembering the end of the night had me stroking myself hard. The thought of Ash’s lips on my dick made me cum so with a vengeance. I cleaned myself up with an old shirt I kept next to the bed for such times. I was exhausted this orgasm had taken most of my energy out of me. It was after midnight when I heard a soft knock on the door. Only wearing my boxers I pulled the blanked up to my waist.
“What’s up baby girl?” I called to her.
Ashley came into my room. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties. She looked so good and I instantly got hard looking at those young legs. I was happy I had pulled the blanket up.
“I’m scared being alone in my room.” She said more timidly then I had ever heard her talk before.
“Why are you scared tonight? You sleep alone every night.”
“Yeah, but my sister and your dad are always home,” she said quietly. I understood what was in her tone, the last time she was in a situation where the parents left for a few days they never came back.
“Come here sweetheart,” I said to her and lifted up the covers. She looked at me and her eyes went big.
“Sorry,” I told her.
“No it’s ok,” she giggled as she climbed in bed with me. She laid down with her back to me and pushed herself up as tight as she could. I put my arm around her, wishing dick would go soft.
“That’s poking me in the back,” she said and began giggling hard.
“I can’t help it. Unless I roll over.”
“NO! Please keep your arm around me.”
“Ok then you’ll just have to live with me poking you.” She reached behind her grabbed me and shifted me into another position.
“There, that’s better,” she giggled uncontrollably now.
“For you maybe but now it will never go down.” I said it without thinking, I really didn’t mean it. She reached back and slipped her hand inside my boxers and began to stroke me.
“Does this help?” she asked still giggling. I moaned in response. I should have told her to stop again, but her little hand felt so good. It wasn’t like we hadn’t done this before so what was the big deal? I was justifying it to myself but I really wanted this. What we were doing seemed so naughty that I didn’t last long.
“I’m gonna……………… cum…………” I called out after a couple minutes. She spun around and pulled the waistband to my boxers down and took me into her mouth just as I started cuming. She took it all and sat straight up. She spun her head around looking almost panicky.
“Trash can…………” I managed and pointed by the bed. She moved in a flash and spit two or three times into the trash.
“I didn’t want a mess.”
“It’s fine. I love it when you do that.”
“Really?” she smiled.
“Yes now come here.” I kissed her deeply and laid her down next to me again. She rolled over with her back to me again. I put my arm around her holding her tight.
“Now that’s better, I can sleep now.” she giggled hysterically at this.
“You think your cute?” I asked.
“I know you think I’m cute.”
“I think your, a brat,” I said with a smile. She rolled over and started kissing me again. It started getting heavy and I could feel her heart beating against mine. I loved the feel of her chest on mine. She hadn’t developed a whole lot yet but it felt nice.
She pulled away from me and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it off only wearing a sport bra and panties. I wanted so badly to see her naked but I stopped her as she pulled on her bra.
“Why…..”she asked timidly thinking I was rejecting her. It took all of my will power to put things to a stop. I wanted so badly to take her virginity in that moment. I would give her mine and take hers. Two things stopped me. First I still held on to the hope that I would make love the first time to Katie. I loved Ash very much but I knew I wasn’t in love with her. It was more like a cross between a big brother and a star crossed lover.
The second reason I stopped is the reason I gave her. I told her we had taken things too far already. I said that I should have stopped her the other night when she began stroking me. She was like my little sister and I loved her to much to hurt her.
“How would you hurt me?” she asked softly.
“I truly believe that the first time you make love it should be with some one who is in love with you. Not just someone who loves you like a brother.”
“Playing around wont hurt me.” she said almost like it was a question.
“I’m not rejecting you Ash, I’m telling you, I find you so adorable and so wonderful, if we do more then what we have, I wont be able to control myself.”
“I understand,” she didn’t put her shirt back on but she laid down with her back to me again. This time I somehow managed not to be overly excited as I put my arm around her almost naked body and held her to me. I could feel her skin on my bare chest and feel her breathing. It didn’t take long before I drifted off to sleep.
Tuesday happened without incident. Ash and I got up and took our showers, meeting in the kitchen for breakfast. She wanted to cook something special for me. I told her not to make a big deal but he wouldn’t listen. She cooked eggs, pancakes and sausage. Breakfast was fun as we ate and joked.
We spent the better part of the day sitting on the couch watching movies. I let her pick the movies which made her happy. She put the first one in and snuggled up next to me. After the first movie we went to the kitchen and made sandwiches. Ash put in a second movie and we ate our sandwiches in the livingroom. After she ate she leaned against me and snuggled some more.
I woke up sometime later having fallen asleep during the chick flick Ash was watching. She lay with my head on my shoulder, she had slipped her hand up my shirt and was rubbing my chest in her sleep.
I let her sleep and turned off the VCR. I flipped channels for a while but couldn’t find something to watch. Ash finally woke from her nap around dinner time. We ate light, just having salads. After dinner she put in another movie and curled up with me.
After two movies we decided it was time for bed. We went to our separate rooms, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. I was thinking about Ash again. She was such a little angel and I felt really bad that I had screwed around with her. As guilty as I felt the thought of it still made me horny. I reached down and started stroking myself thinking of her. When I was close to cuming I grabbed the old shirt off the floor and shot a major blast into it. I was just dropping the shirt back to the floor when Ash knocked on my door.
“Come in, sweety.” Ash walked in only wearing a sport bra and a small pair of panties. My breath caught in my throat. For 13 she was so damn sexy.
“Can I………” she started and I lifted the covers up so she could climb into my bed.
“Thank you!” she squealed and jumped in bed. I managed to maintain myself as she wiggled right up to me as she had the night before. I put my arm around her and we fell to sleep.
Wednesday is when things completely changed between us. I realize that it was only a matter of time before this would’ve happened but, I still didn’t see it coming at the time.
We got up and showered and met for breakfast in the kitchen again. We had cereal and sat down in the livingroom for another day of movies and cuddling. We had just settled into another chick flick when the phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” Ash said jumping up and running to the phone. I couldn’t hear her conversation but a couple minutes later I could hear her crying. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder.
“Ash?” I questioned. She turned her head and gave me a questionable look, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Ok, I’ll talk to Joey. I’m sure we be there.” She hung up the phone and sat down on the floor.
“Ash, what?” She couldn’t stop crying. It took her ten minutes to finally say a few words.
“It’s Sara………..” She said that it was Abby on the phone. She explained that Sara was in the hospital. That was all she managed to say. It was enough I grabbed my keys and shoes. Ash met me at the door with our jackets and we ran to the car.
We got there and I put my arm around Abby. I was really surprised that she let me do it. I asked her what happened, she took my hand and led me down the hall. The trouble had started the night of the winter formal.
“Sara disappeared for a while and I went to look for her. When I found her she was on the ground near the arts building.” I swallowed hard. If Sara had been out at the arts building, that meant she could’ve seen Ash and I.
“When I found her she was holding her stomach and crying,” Abby continued, “She wouldn’t tell me what had happened to make her start crying. All she would say is that she saw something. She said she had been running away when she had fallen over.” I felt really bad now. She had seen us. I didn’t realize Sara had felt so strongly as to be in tears over me and Ash.
“Sara had landed on her stomach and skinned her knee. When I picked her up she said that she hurt really bad where she had landed on her stomach.” Abby’s tears came heavier.
“I figured it was from the fall and she would be ok tomorrow. I took her home and put her to bed. The next morning I went to check on her but she wouldn’t wake up. I went to get mom and dad they couldn’t get her up either.” Abby was fully sobbing now. I hugged her.
“Don’t!” she said pulling away from me, “We came here Saturday afternoon and we haven’t gone home.”
“How come you didn’t call sooner? You know the girls are best friends.”
“We thought we wouldn’t call until things got better. But this morning they told us that there was nothing left for them to do. She not going to make it.”
“What did they say happened?” I asked tearing up now too. Sara was a cool kid. I didn’t want to lose her.
“I don’t have all the technical details. The doctors talked to mom and dad. All they really told us was it was some kind of complication with the pregnancy. They did some kind of emergency surgery on Saturday. I guess it she didn’t pull through like they hoped. All that matters is that my little sister is going to…… to………”
“You don’t have to say the word,” I grabbed her and held her to me. I wouldn’t let her push me away again. Luckily she didn’t try again. We held each other and she cried into my shoulder. Ash came out of the room and I put my arm around her too. Ash cried on my other shoulder. I found out later as Abby was telling me what had happened Sara’s mom had sat Ash down and explained things to her.
We stayed at the hospital all day Wednesday through early Thursday morning. I tried to get Ash to leave for just a little while to get some air and eat something. She wouldn’t budge, she said that no matter what she was going to be there for her best friend until the end. I admired her loyalty and heart. If I hadn’t already loved her I would have fallen then. It only made me love her more to see her love for her friend.
I left the room after midnight going outside. I needed air myself and I thought I would give the family a little space. There were a number of family members there with Sara. Abby walked outside an hour later and spotted me. It looked like she was trying to decide what to do before she finally walked over to me. She pulled my arm around her and laid her head on my shoulder.
“This doesn’t mean anything’s changed,” She told me, “I just really need to be held.”
“It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about us anymore,” I told her honestly, “I just want to be here for you and Sara right now.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly as if it almost bothered her to say those two words to me, “As much as I hate you, Sara really adored you. As much as I don’t want to admit it, you were always good to her.”
“Can we have a truce on the anger?” I asked, “I told you I’m done with the “Us” stuff. Can we try to just be nice to each other?”
“Your right. It’s been long enough,” She started crying, “Sara loved you the least I can do is be nice to you for her.”
We didn’t speak anymore we just sat on the bench holding each other.
Sara never woke up, Ash sat holding her hand until the end. I was completely lost in guilt. I was to young at the time to understand all the medical reasons for what happened, but it was explained that this would have happened whether she fell or not. I remember thinking something was wrong with her at the dance. I had tried to tell Abby about it.
I hated that her last moments had been seeing Ash and me together. I didn’t know Sara liked me or Ash for that matter in a way that would upset her. I still felt like it as all my fault.
Sara passed away Thursday morning. Abby had just returned to the room and I sat on a bench outside the door. The girls held each other and cried. I left them there and walked down stairs to the hospital church. I’m not at all what you would call religious but I walked into the church that morning and had a long talk with god. I asked him how he could do this to such a little angel. I didn’t get an answer.
I took Ash out to breakfast before going home Thursday. We sat quietly eating pancakes. She cried the whole time, tears running down her angelic face. It broke my heart that their was nothing I could do to make the pain stop for her. Ash fell asleep on the ride home. I picked her up like a small child and carried her into the house laying her down on her bed. I kissed her forehead and closed her door. I went and laid down on the couch drifting off to sleep myself.
I awoke in the evening, Ash was lying on top of me. At some point she had joined me on the couch pulling a blanket over us. I was just happy to look at her sweet face with out tears filling her eyes. I gazed at her for a while until her eye opened. She looked at me and gave me a half smile. I leaned over and kissed her gently to show her things were going to be ok.
We got up and I started to make dinner. I warmed a bunch of left overs that needed to be eaten before they went bad. We ate with out saying much. I didn’t know how to feel right now. I felt bad for Ash, losing someone else she really cared about. I felt guilty for what we did to Sara. I never told Ash that Sara had seen us that night. I didn’t want her to have the same guilt over it that I did. I felt bad for everything that had gone on this year for Ash it seemed like one tragedy after another. After dinner we went back to the living room and cuddled on the couch watching tv.
We decided to go to bed early tonight. I stripped down to my boxers as I did every day. I was tired more emotionally then physically. I lay there waiting for the knock on the door that finally came an hour later.
“Come in.” I called to her. I held up the covers before she even entered the room. She slipped in and wiggled up to me. I slipped my arm around her. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
“Please don’t cry,” I whispered to her.
“I can’t stop. She was barley older then me.” I pulled her tighter.
“I keep thinking if it were me, there are so many things I would never have done yet. Things I would be missing out on.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Love, and making love,” She rolled over facing me, “I don’t want to die without ever making love.” She kissed me.
I pulled out of this kiss. I pressed my forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. I knew this moment was really big for her and how I handled it could hurt her. I knew enough about girls to know when they got curious about sex, they could potentially do something that could get them physically hurt as emotionally. Just like Sara had. Here she was in my bed asking me to make love to her. As I said earlier I should have seen this coming long before now. I made the decision right there looking into those eyes. I knew I couldn’t say no to her but I had to.
“Ash I love you. Very, very much,” I kissed her softly, “I’m still technically a virgin too.”
“Really?” she asked genuinely surprised, “You never told me that in all the times we talked about sex stuff. I thought you and Abby…….I thought that’s why she got so mad when she thought you cheated on her.”
“No. That’s not why she was so mad. To prove to her mom that we weren’t having sex, she let the doctor examine her in an extremely personal way. She only did it to because she loved me and didn’t want her mom to stop us from seeing each other. She put a lot of trust in me, to her I betrayed that trust.”
“I get it,” she blushed, “I accidently broke mine already. But I don’t want to talk about it.”
“It’s ok,” I told her. I knew that happened with a lot of girls.
“I was just thinking that if were both virgins…………..we……… could………..help……..each other………. not be………” She said pausing between words.
“Ash, I can’t.” I could see the tears form in her eyes. She rolled around not facing me anymore
“I’m sorry I just thought you………… would for me. Because you love me and ……” Her tears were rolling down her cheeks again, “I know your not in love with me but I don’t think I will ever meet someone who treats me with as much love as you give me………. and I love you so much.” My heart was breaking as she cried. This poor girl had been through so much this year. Her parents, her old life, and her new best friend all gone.
“Ash, I don’t feel right about taking your virginity. I will promise you two things right now.” She turned her head and looked at me.
“I want you to wait until you’re a little older. If you still feel for me like you do right now in 3 years, I’ll show you how much I love you.”
“Three years!” She exclaimed, “That’s so long to wait.”
“Let me finish,” I told her, “On your 16th birthday if you still feel like you do now I will make love to you. I want you to really make sure this is what you want. This has been a hard year for both of us. I’ve gone through a number of things I haven’t told you about as well as everything else.”
“Ok, I guess I can wait for you. You’ll see my love wont change. It’s just that right now I’m so…….. I don’t know. I just need to be loved.”
“That brings me to my second promise, I made a decision tonight,” I paused taking a breath, here it was, “I can’t resist you for 3 years. I love you so deeply like a brother, but I’m also wildly attracted to you.”
“So I’m confused,” she said quietly, “Are we going to………?”
“I’ve decided that I’m willing to let you have me in every other way except intercourse if that’s what you want.”
“I want. If we can be with each other that way I can wait 3 years.” She turned to me again smiling.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I kissed her hard, she through her tongue in my mouth and I returned mine to hers. It was like we were melting into each other. I pulled her so tight to me I thought I would crack her in half. This just fueled her passion. I pulled away from her face bitting her lower lip and pulling it with me, she moaned. I moved to her neck, kissing and licking passionately. She moaned and squealed with pleasure. I gently moved her to a sitting position lowering my hands to the bottom of her shirt.
I moved off her neck only long enough to slide her shirt up her body and off her. I began running my hands over her breasts though her bra. She moaned wrapping her arms around my neck. I leaned back again long enough to remove her bra. I gazed just for a moment at her naked breasts. She had a full b-cup already. I returned my kissing to her chest.
I could feel her heart beating rapidly under my lips as I kissed her chest and shoulders. She needed to feel not just loved, but alive tonight. I had always thought making love on the day a loved one died wasn’t a sign of disrespect. It was a way of two loved ones to celebrate life. I actually pulled that thought out of a book I read once, but I thought it was really true.
As I kissed Ash I was trying to show her that love she so desperately needed today. I took my time kissing her so she could feel every bit of it, her heart beat, breathing, and physical pleasure.
I had never once felt like this with Abby. I loved her in a way but as I’ve said before it wasn’t like I loved Katie. Tonight I realized I never truly loved Abby. I had never before felt the feelings of love I felt for the beautiful goddess under me now. I felt sadden by that realization. It was only at that moment I finally gave her up. Abby was a great and wonderful girl but she wasn’t Katie or Ashley.
I finally gave Ash what she was looking for as I moved lower and kissed her breasts. I was holding the right one gently squeezing her nipple when I brought my lips to her left nipple. Under me her body seized up and she arched her back. She cried out as her body shook.
“Thank you,” She moaned, “I thought I’d had an orgasm before, but that was my first real one.” She took both of her hands and placed them on the sides of my head pulling me up to her face. I kissed her again.
“That was the best moment of my life,” she breathed out the words though kisses.
“Were not done,” I told her and moved back down her body.
“I don’t know if I can take more tonight, that was intense.”
“Sssshhh.” I said returning to kiss her right breast this time. I hadn’t had enough of her yet. I couldn’t get enough tonight. I just prayed that I had the will power to stop myself from taking her virginity when the time came.
I opened my mouth and took her nipple inside, I sucked on it using my teeth very slightly to clamp down on it. She cried out again. While sucking her breasts I slid my hand up her leg and began rubbing her pussy through her panties.
“Oh go, oh, oh, oh god, oh god,” she cried out. I gently ran my hands across the sides of her hips slowly removing her panties. Once pulled down her legs to her knees I slid two fingers inside her. Her body began to buck slightly.
“Jesus fucking god,” she cried out. I paused for a moment, I had never heard her utter a single swear before. I drove my fingers deeper, driving her into a thrusting frenzy.
I started moving down the bed kissing her sexy flat stomach. This was driving her wild with anticipation. She was thrusting so hard against my fingers I didn’t need to move them myself I just let her work her own pleasure. I slowed my kissing of her body just past her belly button. I moved really slow kissing this area for a long time.
I had never gone this slow with any girl before. I had of course done this, but never this gently and passionately. With Katie it was always hurried because we both knew we couldn’t be together. I also didn’t have this level of self control a year and a half ago with her. I would have came at least twice by now back then.
With Abby things had always been more animalistic. I could have slowed down like this and savored every inch of her but she wouldn’t have wanted it that way. She always wanted things raw, fast and hard. Not to mention in public as much as possible.
I finally moved lower removing my fingers and letting my tongue taste the first sweet juices flowing out of her. I once wrote that he mystery girls pussy had been the sweetest pussy ever. It didn’t compare to Ash. Hers was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
The moment I placed my tongue on her clit she tensed up again, arching her back higher this time. Her orgasm was so strong she squirted sightly right on my face. For and instant I thought I finally knew how Katie had felt all the times I had cum on her.
“JESUS GOD FUUUUUUUUUUUKING LORD!” She yelled out. Her juices were running down my face. She tasted so wonderful I thrust my tongue deep inside her, drilling in as far as it would go. She hadn’t come down from her orgasm yet and I was digging inside her seeking more and more of that sweet taste.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH GOD!” She screamed this time as her 3rd orgasm took her over. Her hips were bucking on my face, her hands reached down grabbing the back of my head as she squirted more on my face.
“Ok,” She panted, “Enough. I cant take anymore.” I slid up to her face and kissed her. I thought for a minute she would be grossed out kissing me with her juices on my face, but she kissed me hard digging her tongue into my mouth.
“Did I do good?” I asked with a smile, thinking back the winter formal.
“You did good,” she grinned ear to ear, “I think I’m a puddle of goo now.” I kissed her again melting into her lips.
We kissed for a few minutes when I felt a hand slide into my boxers.
“You don’t have to do that,” I told her, “Tonight was about you.”
“Shhhh,” she grinned, “Were not done yet.” I laid on my back and closed my eyes. She moved down on the bed and removed my boxers. I was expecting a hand job with her sucking out my cum like she had done the past two times, instead as soon as my boxers were off I felt warm and wet across my cock. I looked down to see her sweet angelic face sucking me. It felt awesome.
I closed my eyes again and drifted off in the feeling. This was the first time she had really given me a full blowjob. It was one of the best of my life. As much as I hated to admit it. But when Katie had done it I was younger and less experienced so it had never lasted that long. With Abby she didn’t put in the loving care that Ash was doing. This was amazing.
“Ash, get ready baby,” I told her. She lifted her eye to meet my gaze and sucked harder. That pushed me over. I came so much cum into her mouth. She took all of it looking me in the eyes and swallowed.
I was surprised she hadn’t done that in the past. She had let me finish in her mouth then spit.
“Wow, that was incredible!” I cried out.
“Your still up,” she said holding my cock.
“It’s such a turn on when a beautiful girl swallows,” I told her. To me that was a true statement. For some reason I registered the swallowing as a true act of love and hence was a turn on for me.
“But neither one of us can sleep if your still hard,” she giggle and put her mouth back down on me.
“Oh god,” I moaned out, “You don’t have to”
“You gave me 3,” she said smiling going back to work.
I was done after two that night. After all the effort we had both put into giving each other pleasure we both were completely exhausted. When I was done the second time she scooted herself up the bed into my arms. I held her there as we lay naked. I kissed the back of her neck as we drifted off to sleep.

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Going south

Going South
My name is Billy and I have lived all my life in the state of Michigan. I believed that my life was pretty normal, but in reality it wasn’t. My mother had me when she was twenty years old. My father did not care for the idea of a child and left my mother to make out for herself. I never knew him or ever met him, in fact I did not even know his first name.
My mother would not consider abortion or giving me up for adoption. Instead she opted to take on the situation of a single mother. Lucky she had a few friends to help baby sit me in my younger years. Mother is a strong willed woman and she was determined to make a life for us. She worked two jobs to make enough money. Mother made sure I never lacked for what I needed and that I knew I was loved.
After I graduated high school I got a job at a local factory and my income and hers made out lives a lot easier. I was twenty four when mother told me she had breast cancer. She went for surgery and then treatments but they did not get it all and she died a year after the surgery. It was really hard to lose the only person who loved and cared for me.
I continued to work at the plant. One day fortune turned on me and I found out I had a winning lottery ticket. The ticket was a mega millions and I won over 140 million. I decided to take an annuity of five and a half million a year for 26 years. I quit my job as I did not need the money and decided to travel. I purchased a new car and headed south with no destination in mind. Michigan winters can be snowy and cold and I did not want to be looking out a window for six months.
The next change in my life happened on the second day of my trip south. I had spent the night in the city of Louisville Kentucky and in the morning continued south a few miles to Hillview to stop for breakfast. I was about to go into the café when I noticed a girl huddled against the wall of the café. She did not seem to be dressed warm enough for the chill in the air, even though there was no snow on the ground it was pretty cool. She seemed to be crying as she wiped at her eyes.
Normally I don’t get involved in other peoples problems but something seemed to pull me over to her. I asked if she was alright and if there was anything I could do. She said she was ok but it didn’t look that way. I said “you look cold and maybe you would accompany me inside the café to warm up and I will buy you a cup of coffee.” At first I thought she would refuse but then she just nodded and followed me inside.
When the waitress came I ordered two breakfast specials and two cup of coffee. She smiled at me and I just said “you look hungry.” She did not look more than sixteen years old.
I said “did you have a fight with someone.” She said “yes I had a disagreement with my boyfriend.” “He will probably be back saying he is sorry before you finish your breakfast” was my reply.
She told me “my boyfriend and I had run off from my parents but he got scared and decided to go back. He just left me here when I said I wasn’t going back.” I asked her name. She said “my name is Sueanne but everyone calls me just Sue.”
I asked her “are you running away with a boyfriend or running away from her parents.” It seems to me she was running away from your parents. She kept her eyes on her coffee cup and said “yes, I am running away from my parents.” She said “my mother is always drunk and when my father gets drunk he will beat on my mother and sometimes on me.” She remarked “my life at home is very bad sometimes I think dad will kill my mother or maybe even me, and that’s why I ran away.“
When our food came we ate in silence. I was perplexed on what I should do with this girl. Part of me thought give her fifty bucks and wish her luck. The other part of me wanted to do something but I did not know what.
With the meal done I asked her what she was going to do. She said she would find someone to give her a ride and get as far away from here as she could. I knew I could get into trouble if I gave her a ride but it seemed all I could do. When I offered her a ride she said yes and never even asked where I was going.
Once in the car she commented on how nice it was. After I started driving down the road she finally asked where I was going. When I said south to where it is warm. She just smiled and nodded. In a little while she was asleep.
After driving for five hours I stopped for gas. She woke up and I asked her if she was hungry. She said “no.” I said “I will drive for four or five more hours and then stop for the night.” I said “you don’t have any spare clothes for the night, we will stop and get you some.”
About thirty miles down the road I spotted a walmart store and pulled off the highway to it. “This will have all that you will need for the night.“
She followed me inside and I got a cart and went to the women’s clothing section. I said “pick out the stuff you will need.” She said “I do not know what to get.” “You will need sleeping clothes, you know pj’s or something like that. Also underwear and couple of changes of outer clothes like jeans, blouses and shorts.” “Also you will need socks and a pair of shoes, the ones your wearing will fall off your feet soon.”
I went and got her a small pull suitcase. When I got back she had picked out a number of outfits and she asked which ones I liked. I looked at them and put them all in the cart. After picking up socks and shoes. She found two pair she liked. We went to health section and I told her “get whatever hygiene products you use in case you start your period.” She said “my mother showed me how to put a rag inside her panties and that’s all I use.” I knew I was not well acquainted with women’s products but had seen what my mother used and put that in the cart. I picked out a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouth wash, soap and a holder. Shampoo, conditioner, hair brush and finally a small spray bottle of perfume.
When we got back to the car I packed it all in the suitcase. While I was packing it I looked at her and saw her watching arms across her chest. I could see she was cold and said “why didn’t you buy a jacket.” So back in the store we went and got her a coat. When we got out she put it on and smiled at me and said “thanks.” I guess that it made me feel good that she appreciated what I had done.
Three hours later I stopped at a motel for the night. After booking in I told her to take a bath and put on some clean clothes as we were going to dinner. Half hour later she comes out of the bathroom washed clean and hair shampooed and dried. She had on a skirt, blouse, socks and casual shoes. I said “you look good cleaned up.”
With dinner over we went back to the motel and watched some television. Then I showered and got ready for bed. She went into the bathroom and got herself ready. I turned off all the lights but one bed light. She came out of the bathroom and climbed into bed with me. I asked her what she was doing. “You were nice to me and its my turn to be nice to you.” I said “I did not expect you to do anything like this, and besides you are pretty young.”
She said “I’m sixteen and will be seventeen in two months I just look younger.” “You know your not the first guy I have had sex with.” “I was thirteen, well just about fourteen when I had my cherry popped by young Jessie.” “He caught me skinny dipping at the creek near our place.” “He didn’t ask if he could join me, he just stripped off his clothes and came in the water with me.” “At first he was just splashing and having fun in the water, then he says “Sue you are a beautiful girl” and takes my hand and leads me up on the bank.”
With that July sun beating down on us Jessie laid me down on the grass and starts in kissing me. I never had no boy kiss on me before and I got to liken the feeling and I started to kissing him back. Next thing I know he is all worked up and has me on my back. He gets between my legs and I feel his cock go into my pussy and he pops my cherry. I expected a lot of pain like other girls had told me about but I hardly had any. I thought the kissing was wonderful but the screwing was the best ever. It was not long before Jessie has a climax and filled me with his cum. Before the afternoon was done we fucked two more times and I came both times with Jessie.
Screwing is just a part of life in the backwoods of Kentucky. Just about all the girls I know had lost their virginity by fifteen. When I told my mother about screwing Jessie she asked when I had my period. When I told her I just finished, she said you are lucky you could have got yourself pregnant. She told me about the times it was safe and when it was risky.
I asked her if the guy that left her in Hillview was Jessie. She said no that boyfriend came along after. She said she had sex with four other guys before him.
Some times I don’t think I have good sense and it especially bad when the little head does the thinking. It had been awhile since I had a woman in bed with me, and I never had such a young one as this. I looked at her for while deciding if I should do this, then I leaned over her and our lips kissed. Her arms came around my neck and she held me tight to her. I guess she was right about having experience with sex.
We kissed for quite awhile and I was ready to screw. But instead I kissed down her body and soon was licking and sucking on her pussy. All she said was “god your good” and continued to moan as I worked on her pussy. After five minutes she lifts her ass up to me and moans that she is coming. When she is done she says its my turn and she goes down on me. I had a hard cock when she started to suck it. She says “you have a real nice cock” and went back to sucking it.
I did not want to cum in her mouth and I told her so. I pushed her over on her back and moved between her legs and notched my cock in her cunt. I pushed in home and she told the truth, she was no virgin. She was nice and tight and she was real wet. She fucked up to me as I pushed down into her pussy. We fucked for about half an hour when I felt her reach another climax. This brought on my own climax and I pumped rope after rope of cum into her pussy. When our breathing returned to normal I rolled off her and my cock made a sucking sound as it came out of her pussy. I reached up and turned off the light and went to sleep with her curled up to me.
When I woke in the morning she was laying on her back with her hair fanned out on the pillow and one hand over her head. The blanket was off her chest and her tits were exposed. She really looked good and my morning hard cock wanted attention so without hesitation I moved over her and back between her legs and into her cunt. Her eyes opened and she smiled and said good morning and her arms came around my neck and we were off on another fuck. Half hour later I had my cum and she said “ keep fucking me I need to cum too.” A few minutes later I felt her find release too.
We were late getting on the road because we spent to much time in the shower. Well the shower did not take long but cock suck she did after lasted awhile. Also we got breakfast before hitting the highway. While driving I looked over at her and said “I’m probably in big trouble if anyone found out what we did last night, being you are only sixteen.” She said “you are not in any trouble as I will not tell anyone what we did and what we are going to do from now on because its none of their business.” “And beside that the police would sent me back to my parents and I don’t want that to happen.”
It was late in the afternoon when we arrived in Tampa. I was getting horny for the little bitch and decided to get a room early. When we got to the room she said she had to pee. A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom and paraded around the room. Then she lifted up her dress and she did not have her panties on. I took after her and caught her on the bed. I did not bother to take off my clothes and just pulled my cock out of my fly. She was face down on the bed and I lifted up her dress and slapped her ass. She gave a yelp but soon changed her tone when my cock slid into her tight pussy. She was as horny as me and was pushing her ass up to my strokes. We only lasted a few minutes and we both had a climax.
After resting a minute I said “girl I’m hungry why don’t you get cleaned up and we will go get something.” She said “I will shower later but I will wipe myself down and put on some panties so that your cum will not run down her legs.”
We went to a café and then went shopping. She picked out some more clothes and asked if I would buy them for her? How could I refuse with all the good hot pussy she was giving me. It was after eight when we got back to the room. We were no more then in the room when she stripped off her clothes and modeled her new ones for me. Then she took off those and came on the bed nude. She stripped the clothes off me, and climbed on top me and placed my cock in her pussy and fucked me for the next hour. She would ride on my cock for five minutes then stop and lay herself flat on me and French kiss for five minutes with her arms wrapped around my neck. Then she would go back to fucking me. She kept alternating for the next two hours. I don’t know how many times she came but I came twice. When she finally had enough she got off me. We made small talk for awhile then I got on top her.
It was eleven o’clock when the fucking came to a stop. Mainly because I could not get it up anymore. I said “girl lets get some sleep, we have to look for a place to buy tomorrow.” She said “ok” and with a sigh curled up next to me and fell asleep.

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Christmas at the Donnelly’s: Sarah’s Story

This is one of four different points of view on this night. For the full story, check back for more!
Sarah lay in her bed watching the minutes on her digital alarm clock slowly flick, waiting for morning to come. It felt like hours since she’d gone to bed; in reality, only half an hour had passed. She was 13, and anxious to hear footsteps on the rooftop. She’d missed him every year; this time, she’d stay awake and finally meet Santa Claus.
She rolled over onto her back, adjusting her blanket to fit more snugly. Winter wasn’t usually this cold, but a sudden windstorm had blown in from the north, dropping the temperature to a record low. She was only wearing a light nightdress, but had on two extra blankets. It was more than enough to keep her warm, and Sarah liked the extra weight on top of her.
As Sarah settled in for a night of waiting for Santa to come visit, she let her imagination run wild about all the different gifts she would get that year. There was that new stuffed animal she had seen a few months before that would finally complete her collection. And of course the latest DVD releases of her favorite movies and TV shows….
Her thoughts continued to wander, and eventually she felt her eyelids get heavy, and her body relaxed itself. She tried to shake herself awake, but sleep was relentless, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to fight it any longer.
But then she heard footsteps, and any chance sleep might have had vanished.
The footsteps were right outside her bedroom door! But there was something wrong with them. She realized quickly that the steps were leading down the hallway from her parent’s room, and as she listened she heard whoever was walking around their house head down the staircase. That didn’t make sense to Sarah, as their chimney led straight to the family room downstairs, and there was no way to get into her parent’s room other than the windows. Santa wouldn’t pass over a perfectly good chimney for a bedroom window, would he?
Sarah pushed off her blankets, careful not to wake her twin brother sleeping on the other side of the room. Her father had promised that she would get her own room in the new year, and she was quite anxious for it to happen. She had started bleeding a month ago, and although her mother told her it was normal, she didn’t want it to happen around her brother. Something just didn’t feel right about it.
Opening the door quietly wasn’t a problem. Her father kept the house well kept, and she’d been sneaking out of her room for years. She listened as the person walked down the stairs, trying to be silent but stepping on every creaking step. Sarah waited in the doorway to her room, and watched the silhouette of the person walk over to the family room. It was then that she saw the other person standing by the Christmas tree.
It was Santa Claus!
No one could mistake the hat with the fuzzy ball on the end. She squinted, but couldn’t make out where Santa had put his magical bag of gifts. It was then that one of the lamps in the family room turned on. Sarah had to look away for a moment, but once her eyes had adjusted, she snuck closer to the railing on the staircase and peered into the room downstairs for a better look.
She saw Santa, but he was much taller and thinner than all the story books. His beard was white, though, and he was wearing the right clothes. He must use his magic to make himself smaller, she thought to herself. That way he can fit in the chimney! It all made sense to her now. But then why was her mother down in the family room? Sarah realized that it was her mother, Jessica, who had walked down the hallway, which made sense seeing as the footsteps had started coming from her parent’s bedroom. Her mother had a housecoat on, and was talking quietly to Santa. She leaned as far forward as she could, trying to eavesdrop, but couldn’t make out any of the words they were saying. Her mother was probably telling Santa all about how Sarah had been a good girl all year, and really deserved whatever presents he had brought.
But again, Sarah could not find Santa’s sack anywhere in the room.
Then Santa leaned over and started kissing her mom, and thoughts of presents fled from Sarah’s mind.
She had never seen her father kiss her mother like this before. It looked rough, and painful, but she heard her mother sigh in what sounded like pleasure. Sarah could see their mouths open, tongues flitting in and out, bodies pressed up against each other. Sarah’s mouth slowly dropped open, amazed at seeing her mother act in such a new way. And with Santa! It wasn’t anything that she had ever dreamed about.
Santa’s hands were on her mother’s bum, and Sarah watches as those hands slid up her mother’s sides, pulling on the cloth keeping her housecoat on. Sarah watched as Jessica shrugs her shoulders back, and the housecoat slid off her shoulders to the floor.
Sarah bit her lip hard, trying not to gasp. Her mother was wearing underwear that was bright red, and fit better than anything Sarah had in her wardrobe. The bra was extremely low-cut, and Sarah could see much of the skin on her mother’s breasts. She looked down at her own, two small budding mounds that barely pushed up against the soft skin of her nightdress. She could see her skin through her dress, and the small white cotton panties she was wearing underneath. Sarah looked back up, staring at the red panties her mother was wearing, admiring the lace around the bottom seams. She wasn’t allowed to wear lace, and wondered why her mother was so adamant about it, and yet was wearing some herself.
She continued to watch her Santa walked over to the large leather recliner, pulling Jessica along by the hand behind him. She watches, amazed, as Santa undid the front of his pants, dropping them down to the ground. Her eyes widened as she saw her first penis. It looked just like the pictures she had seen in the books at school, only more purple. She had the perfect vantage point from her position on the stairs, looking at Santa from roughly a 45 degree angle. She watched as Jessica knelt on the ground, taking Santa’s penis – his cock – in both her hands. She watched intently as her mother moved her hands up and down, rubbing with one hand and twisting with the other. It seemed as though Santa’s cock grew even more once Jessica’s hands were on it. Jessica leaned over, taking the large purple tip in between her moist red lips.
Sarah was suddenly aware of a wetness between her thighs, and in a panic brought her hands up to her panties, ashamed that she had wet herself. No, she thought, if I had peed then I would have felt it. This is something else…
There was a warmth, certainly, but it wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. It was a deep warmth that came from somewhere inside, one that couldn’t be urine. She slowly slid one hand down the front of her panties, feeling the warmth of her own flesh. She pushed her hand lower and lower, and when her middle finger touched the first moist spot she almost gasped. She felt pleasure shoot through her, and once again bit her lip to keep from calling out.
Slowly, Sarah slid her hand down again, pushing it further and further, feeling the pleasure of contact in a new area radiate through her body. She looked back towards the family room, and saw her mother take one hand off Santa’s cock, putting even more of it in her mouth. She watched Jessica’s head move slowly up and down the shaft, going further and further down just like Sarah’s own hand, watching as her mother looked up at Santa with obvious lust in her eyes. She saw the same feeling matched in…
It was then that she saw Santa’s beard had fallen off. No, it was more than that. He had taken it off. And then Sarah realized something she had never wanted to consider. Santa Claus was actually her neighbor, Alex Murphy!
She didn’t think of how her mother shouldn’t be doing such private things with the neighbor. She didn’t think of what Mr. Murphy’s wife would do if she knew what was going on. Sarah’s only thought was of how all her life she had believed Santa lived in the North Pole when really he lived next door!
Alex had his hand in Jessica’s hair, and was guiding her head as her mother sucked his cock. Sarah began to move her own hand in a similar motion, finally understanding what those books were talking about when they mentioned stimulating the clit. She used her other hand to pull off her panties, giving more of an access to her fingers instead of having them pressed so hard against her. She sat down on the stairs, and very slowly rubbed the outside of her vagina with one finger. She leaned back, wanting to close her eyes and lose herself, but not wanting to miss what was happening in the family room. She felt strangely intoxicated, like if she looked away it would be worse than anything else she’d ever done.
So it was that she saw Alex deftly undo her mother’s red bra, and pull Jessica up to kiss him once more. The daughter watched as the mother slid off the lacy red panties, and then turned around, lowering herself onto Alex’s lap, pressing her back up against his chest. Sarah watched as Jessica’s hands grabbed Alex’s cock in her hands, and guided it to her vagina. Sarah saw his cock enter, and heard both adults as they sighed in unison.
She wanted to know what her mother was feeling, and so gently slid her middle finger into the hole she had been rubbing.
And it was magnificent. There were nerves that had never been touched, and they were on fire now that they were being touched. Sarah’s eyes were glued to her mother as she watched Jessica rock her hips back and forth, the cock inside of her sliding in and out with every motion. Her mother had her head leaned back, and Alex – still with his santa hat on – was sucking on Jessica’s neck. He had both hands on her breasts, kneading them so hard they were turning white. Sarah saw her mother’s nipples, saw that they were hard, and glanced down at her own. They too were more defined than they’d been before. She brought up her other hand, and began to mimic they way Alex was touching her mother.
She had to lean back against the wall, because the combined feeling of her finger inside of her and her hand on her small breast was overwhelming. She pushed harder with her finger, and felt a slight pinch. It was so sudden, she couldn’t help but gasp out in pain. She looked around quickly, trying to figure out if anyone had heard her, but no one came from the rooms upstairs, and her mother and Alex were too busy fucking.
She realized what word had just gone through her head, and even though she knew it wasn’t a good word to use, she knew what it meant and that it was right. She watched her mother get fucked by their neighbor, and knew that she was turned on. She felt more wetness between her legs, and inserted her finger even farther inside of her. She let out a small moan, and licked her dry, cracked lips. She moved her other hand back down, rubbing her clit at the same time. The sensation was too much, and she began gulping and gasping for air. Her hands were moving faster than ever, but it wasn’t fast enough, and suddenly her entire body seized up, her legs closing on her hands and waves of heat flooded her body. Again, her teeth came down on her lips, and she was surprised that they didn’t break. She realized that she had just given herself her first orgasm, and watched as her mother writhed on top of Alex’s cock, and listened as they both moaned and shook, their own orgasms happening at the same time. Sarah absently wondered if she would ever be able to do that with someone.
It was then that she realized that the pinching she’d felt earlier was her hymen breaking. She panicked, began to stand up, but then fell over. The orgasm she had given herself had sapped her of all her strength. She glanced down the stairs, and was alarmed to see that her mother was picking up her clothes, and putting on her housecoat. Mr. Murphy was gone, probably back up the chimney. Sarah grabbed her white panties, now dried, and used it to wipe up where she thought the blood might be, then scrambled back to her bed.
She laid down, turned towards the wall, and shut her eyes, praying that her mother didn’t come into her room. Sarah listened as her mother’s footsteps came up the stairs, then passed by the room she shared with her twin brother, before ending in her parent’s room. She sighed, grateful that she hadn’t been caught, but wondering when she’d be alone so that she could touch herself again…

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Tawni’s Story

This is my first lesbian story. I actually wrote it for a friend that requested a story like this. Have fun rubbing or wanking. And yes, this is a re-post of a story I did on another account, but that account was comprimised, so I am now using this one.